SeƱor BadassWisconsin bred. LA livinā. 28. Name's Noah Puckerman. Fighter in my main time, stunt double in my spare and a badass ātil I die. Oh yeah, Iām doing the reality tv thing. Partying and bullshittingās my code but I have manners too. Twitter/IG/Snapchat: @thepuckersaurusFC: Michael B. Jordan RP Account.
Who do you think I am? Nothing but the best for the baby.
No oneās on attack. They donāt like you right now, but they arenāt going to be around. You can bring me some if itās not too much. And some pickles? Please? And some sweet chili wings?
Pssh, I know who you are. That wasnāt a yes though...
Shit, they werenāt on chill last time I saw them. Except Smeagol. But weāre not getting into that now. Tell Jace and whathisname, I donāt like their asses neither. ...Youāre my babyās mom, Mia. Itās never too much. Seriously, what else you want? Donāt worry, I got you.
Dahliaās fingers tapped idly on the top of her steering wheel. She couldnāt remember when she and Puck got to be cool. Let alone when they started being friends. He was normally Miaāsā¦ something. One of Aldenās best friends. Alyās cool babysitter when she could catch him. Puckās always been there, in his own way - talking shit, cracking jokes and sometimes sharing heavy wisdomās that had her look at him differently every time he did.
A paper bag, overstuffed with snacks, sat in the passenger seat next to her. Dahlia barely noticed her left hand join her right, drumming a rhythm she couldnāt recall. She sighed again and turned off her a/c and then her car. Keys clanked noisily against the side of her right hand as Dahlia left her car and took an elevator to Puckās place. She knocked back of her sneakers against Puckās door as she remembered his last and rude invitation. Dahlia chuckled under her breath at @puckersaurusrexās question from behind the door. āRoom service!ā She smarted as the door swung open.
Today was a rare day for Puck. Music played throughout his place as he lounged on his couch and spent some much needed time with one of his favorite girls. Princess Leia. After the break up with Mia, and before he reverted to his old ways, Leia was the only girl he trusted. Shit, before finding out he was gonna be a dad, she was his main responsibility. Besides taking care of himself and helping out Sarah, Ma and Bubbe when needed.
Sheād kinda kept him human. Or as human as a hedgehog could, anyways. The creatureās movement as she inched down the front of his shirt caught his attention. āDahliās coming over.ā He announced, his voice gentle and his head crooked between his arms. āSheās feelinā kinda...ā Puck trailed off, his gaze drifting to the blank tv screen across from him. āFucked up.ā Puckās words paused. He knew that mindset. He knew what it was like to want to lose every part of who you were, after realizing just how fucked you made your situation. āShit,ā He sighed, eyes back on Princess Leia as she circled, turned around and walked up towards Puckās face. āI know what itās like to need an escape. One that doesnāt screw you over worse than the first.ā He knew that his garble might not make sense to Leia but he knew it helped. Puck removed an arm from behind his head and used the pad of the index finger on that hand to brush safely against her quills. The thought that he wanted to help Dahlia, that he wanted to be the friend he shouldnāt have brushed off when he was hurting, came to him.Ā āCāmon,ā He gathered Princess Leia into his hands and got up from the couch.Ā āGotta put you up, Lee.ā
He heard the thud against his door as he walked back into the front of his apartment. āWho is it?ā Puck asked, figuring Dahlia was up to some shit. āYou aināt no damn room service.ā He smarted after opening the door as she walked in. āI thought you were a dancer. Not the damn police.ā
Looking Up, Finally Ā || Noah Puckerman + Tyler James
January 31, 2016 Flashback - Set before āConnect The Dotsā.
āPuck leafed through the script as he sipped his beer. His hand hovered in the air, dark eyes darting across the page he stopped on. Illogically, he waited for it to change, to learn that this was all some cosmic joke. But it didnāt. It wasnāt a joke. The words of Four... Noah Puckerman stared back at him. He read it once. Puckās eyes combed of the words again and again as after months of bullshit and plans falling through, the fighter felt like heād done something right. Finally. He just never expected it to come by way of acting. Something he hadnāt done before.ā
Appearance by: Puckās manager, Ty James (Zac Efron FC)
āGuess what?ā Puck eyed Ty strangely as he met up with his manager at the address. The bar was a new hangout of Tyās and he wanted to know what his bro was losing his shit over. There was a small town bar feel about the place, a rarity in Los Angeles. Ty told him it was the perfect place to celebrate good news. Puck assumed it was about his meeting with his lawyer that day. At the last moment, the assault charges were dropped against him. A civil suit would be pushed instead and Puck listened to his attorney and settled the damned thing.Ā
To his surprise, the first thing Puck did at the news was check about a flight to Vancouver. He wanted to see Beautiful, tell her first. With the expectation of drinks, chilling with his bro and a red-eye later that night, Puck took an uber instead of riding his bike.Ā
The curious expression on Puckās face remained as he plopped into the booth, sitting opposite of Ty.Ā A large manila envelope sat under Tyās hands, clasped, together over it. āBro,ā Tyler let out, face splitting into an excited smile. Puck shrugged. āWhat?ā Ty just laughed and slid the envelope across the table. A low hiss sounded from the action before it stopped in front of Puck. āThe fuckās..ā Puck muttered, retrieving the envelope and throwing his manager another look of suspicion before opening it.Ā
There were many things Tyler had in the works for Puck. Several of which Puck was aware of when heād gotten arrested a year ago. Those plans that went up in smoke when Puck made headlines and began looking like a fighter who could only solve out of the octagon situations with his fists. While Puck didnāt think that the situation deserved that much attention, the fragile public image heād been building turned into public criticism. The budding endorsements and sponsorships Tyler was negotiating dried up and talks of renewing his contract with WSOF stalled.
But if there was one thing Noah Puckerman knew, besides his Ma not raising a fool, it was how to hustle. He also knew about bills and how they had to be paid. So he went back to an old, reliable trade -Ā doing stunt double work. He trained a few folks at Daveās gym. He did security work for a couple clubs. Even part time mechanic work, whatever he needed to do. Puck worked his connections while muddling through the bullshit of the assault case against him.
Attorney fees piled upon bills and Puck did what he could, tried to save up and prepare for the real possibility of being tried, found guilty and sentenced to years in prison. Somehow in the clusterfuck of that year, Puck managed to impress a stunt coordinator who heard that some upcoming sci-fi show needed a double. He trained hard to land that gig. Puck even learned another martial art, Kendo, and how to properly use a katana just to audition. A few weeks later, the cast actor got injured before filming. At Tyās urging, much to his own annoyance, Puck auditioned for the role.
He kept quiet about that audition. It wasnāt as if heād actually land the damn thing. He had no acting experience. Plus, he didnāt want to mention that the role interested him. If there was anything heād learned in the last months, it was that shutting the fuck up was good sometimes. In his quieter most self reflective moments, Puck would admit that the incident kinda fucked with his confidence. His feeling of invincibility and the armor he built for himself over the years. It also fucked with his stability. Something that, he knew, began with being left to naively believing a lie when he was eight.Ā
Puck blinked in confusion, his brows knit as he looked at packet in his hands.Ā Dark Matter Season OneĀ were the only words on the cover page. He looked back up, eyes on Tyler. A moment of quiet disbelief settled at the booth as Tylerās smile widened. His excitement was palpable as he nodded eagerly at Puck.Ā āYeah,ā He continued to nod, pride in his voice and a burst of laughter erupting from him. āYep!āĀ
āBro-ā Tyās head bobbed with another elated nod. āWe did good.ā Ty paused and met Puckās direct gaze. āI mean you.ā Tyler pointed at Puck.Ā āYou did good, man.ā Puckās features slackened as he looked back at the script. The news left him speechless. Puck stared at the hard copy, solid and real in is hold. He sat, silent and lost in his thoughts. He didnāt notice Ty leave the booth. The clink of glass against wood cause Puckās head to rise. His hand outstretched in reaction to the free alcohol Tyler offered.Ā
Tyler plunked back into his both. He shrugged before grabbing his shot.Ā āFirst your case, now this? Yāknow weāre not a celebrating unless thereās shots, bro.ā Puck nodded and glanced at the tiny glass he held.Ā āYou right.ā Their drinks clinked as they toasted wordlessly and quickly finished the shots. Puck traded the empty glass for one of the beers Tyler brought to chase the liquor.
Puck leafed through the script as he sipped his beer. His hand hovered in the air, dark eyes darting across the page he stopped on. Illogically, he waited for it to change, to learn that this was all some cosmic joke. But it didnāt. It wasnāt a joke. The words ofĀ Four... Noah Puckerman stared back at him.Ā He read it once. Puckās eyes combed of the words again and again as after months of bullshit and plans falling through, the fighter felt like heād done something right. Finally. He just never expected it to come by way of acting. Something he hadnāt done before.
Slowly, he relaxed in his seat and leaned his weight against the back of the booth. The script laid, open on the table as Puck brought a hand to his mouth. He nodded to himself, inaudibly coming to terms with the news. Puck took another pull of his beer.Ā āShit,ā He chuckled under his breath and dragged his attention back to Tyler.Ā āIāmma need a more shots.ā Puck exhaled heavily and shook his head as Ty laughed and nodded in agreement.Ā āI know, bro.ā He shot a look at the bartender before holding up his fingers to wordlessly order the drinks.
If Mia was being honest, she felt as if a weight had been lifted. The sheer thought of this man doing time had weighed heavily on her heart and she would have done absolutely anything to prevent that, but there had been nothing that she could do. Sheād felt so helpless, as if the world was spinning out of control around her, snatching the most important thing in her life away from her, but mostly her worry hadnāt been for herself. Her worry had been for him and his family. Mia hadnāt been a praying woman, but she had prayed about this to whatever higher being had been listening. āI donāt care how it happened, just as long as they Ā saw reason and didnāt take you away from your family and me.ā As he spoke, on of her hands framed his face, her thumb caressing the apple of his cheek. Mia wondered if he could afford to pay Hunterās damages. It wasnāt a slight, but she knew that Hunter probably unnecessarily went to the most expensive surgeon. There was nothing but the tip top best for people like him. She would never say exactly that to Noah, blatantly offering to help him pay, because he was a prideful man. āBaby,ā both her hands were framing his face now. āIām here, if you ever need anything. Iām pretty ride or die for you, Noah. I hope you know that.ā Sheād be there for him no matter what. If he needed help, she was there, but she wouldnāt push him to let her help. She just hoped if he ever got in a bind, that heād tell her or ask for help. When Noah brought her closer, her heart sped up even more, fluttering as his head rested in the crook of her neck. She squeezed him right back. āGood. Right here is where I need you.ā It surprised her that her wording had changed. Somewhere along the lines, sheād stopped saying simply that she wanted him there, but rather she needed him there. He was a necessity. Heād become just as necessary as air. Heād ceased to be an addiction, but more so a healthy requirement in her life.
His words brought about a splotchy tinge to her cheeks. āPeople call me beautiful all the time, but it only matters when you say it.ā It only felt honest when it came from him. Even her body knew that his words were said in earnest. Mia felt as if there was a subtle shift between them. It aināt a big one. They were still the same people, but now they were being honest with one another about their feelings. Honesty between them made them both vulnerable. This was what it looked like, and Mia realized that she liked it. Every time he said the words āI love youā her heart skipped a beat. It had been a long time since sheād been in love. A long time since someone had loved her back. Miaās nose nuzzled against his cheek. āYou need to know. I want you to know Iām not just saying it back because you said it. Iāve loved you - been in love with you - since our first Hanukkah.ā This was the man that had told her that no one chose him, but she had. Sheād chosen to love him. To choose him above and before most. Mia heard him mention the last person that he told that. Coffee brown eyes looked up at him then. Her hand hand lifted to rest above his heart, the water from the shower pelting down against her skin, his skin slick from the water falling. āThis is mine now. Iām going to take care of it. Iām never going to hurt you. Or take this gift for granted.ā The sense of elation that coursed through her was unparalleled by any other feeling she had experienced in her life. āYouāre my best friend too, Noah. You always will be, but you also have this.ā Mia took his hand, placing it over her heart, letting him know that he has her heart. āI love you.ā
āCāmere,ā she said as she leaned in, standing on her toes to place a tender kiss on his lips. Her lips traveled along his jawline, and down his neck when they parted. āHow long do we have?ā she asked, knowing that they couldnāt take as long as she would have liked in this shower. Already, the water temperature was dropping. It was warm, but it was no longer steaming the shower glass warm.
One of Puckās lips curved and he fought to roll his eyes at her words. Even if his reaction was playful, he knew that hers was serious and she meant every word about being happy he didnāt have to see her from the inside of a penitentiary anytime soon. She wouldnāt be Beautiful if she wasnāt. āMy family and you, huh?ā He asked, his half smile slowly spreading into a full one. āJust gonna sneak yourself in like that?ā Vaguely, Puck registered the double meaning of his question. Of how she really did sneak herself in like that - into his home, his life and family... his heart. It was a feat that no other person could say theyāve done. The gleeful expression faded as Puck bit his lower lip again and met her serious gaze. āIām pretty ride or die for you too, Beautiful.ā He confessed with a shrug. āIād do anything for you.ā The sole reason of why, or for whom, he landed in the predicament with Leiman slipped through the shower door, into the heated space with them and tapped Puck on the shoulder in silent announcement. āIād do it again, yāknow. Iām not sorry for it.ā He commented, cheeks rubbing against the palms of her hands as she still held his face.
Puck quirked a brow, arrogance coloring his features at her words. It wasnāt his fault that out of every person to ever tell Beautiful that, that she only cared for him saying it. Puck just knew it made him pretty damned lucky. And better than everyone else. Puck inhaled, his chest rising with pride at the realization. He returned the kiss, his lips chasing hers for another when Mia moved to kiss along his jawline. Puckās heartbeat quickened, the sound loud in his ears and his erection stiffening to full attention at the softness of her lips on his skin. He groaned at Miaās question.Ā ā...Huh?ā He opened his eyes, not aware heād closed them and tried to remember what Mia asked while failing to ignore his throbbing member.Ā āFuck,ā He murmured around an exhale.Ā āTime,ā Puck uttered, head lulling on his neck as he closed his eyes again and tried to not think of the sexy, naked woman in front of him and how amazing she is in bed. On the floor. Against the wall. Or a door. In a pool. Or the shower. āThink Sammieāll be mad if I fuck you in the car?ā He asked, an eyebrow raised and a mischievous gaze.
The waterās temperature answered instead. Puckās shoulders tautened, his spine righting him to full height in reaction to the cold water pelting against him. He shot forward, his body pressing into Miaās in a poor effort for mutual warmth and avoiding the spray.Ā āShit,ā Puckās eyes had widened in surprise and he fought the urge to look back at the shower head and ask it if Sammie planned that.Ā He shook his head slightly and his chest shook as he failed to hold in laughter. Puckās lips twitched with growing amusement. āYou up for a cold one, Beautiful?ā
You know that dinosaursĀ stopped being cool forever ago? Right? Ā ā¦Master P? I mean, as long as Iām not calling you that in February, weāre cool. But if thatās your name now, you can only sayĀ āuhhā andĀ ānah nah nah nahā back to me. No matter what I say. You down for that, P? Ohmygaw, you really are a six year old trapped in a grown man! Youāre really mad about this Rex thing, huh? Itās not that deep.
Aināt nobody calling you broke! I was just saying. A kid is expensive and Iām sure, that babyās gonna need you saving. Is it obvious? Boy, you better get outta my face with this xD I donāt want to bring out receipts. Iām trying to be Switzerland!Ā
You donāt even know how much I wanna escape. Iām just trying so hard not to evaporate, you know?Ā
Wow, Mama jokes, now? You know what? Fuck you, Puck.
Iām cool with being him on Halloween. You come in my house and disrespect my dinosaurs?? Nah, thatās it. We canāt be cool no more, D.
[Private] Hey, hold up. Iām not trying to be funny. I wasnāt making mama jokes. Especially about Aly. The fuck, Dahli? Yeah, Iām rude as fuck but if you think Iād gut punch you like that. ...You and Al are my friends. Both of you. Iām not liking how none of this shit is going down. You think Iām cool with taking a kid away from their mom? Nah, D. Fuck you.
...You sound like you need company. Get your sad ass up, make snack stop and and bring your ass to my place. I aināt asking. See you when you get here.
Mia didnāt think that she would ever hear him apologizing to her, let alone hearing the earnest tone in his voice. Her eyes gazed up at him when she was asked to look at him and she sighed. Sheer habit had her hand gently resting on her stomach. She didnāt know what to say to his apology. She simply nodded. She was sure there were supposed to be words but right now, she had none.
One of the corners of her mouth lifted. She understood what he meant even though he trailed off. āOf course,ā she responded to his thank you. āIām okay, weāre okay. Sheās healthy and so am I. She kicks me a lot, but weāre okay,ā she said softly. āWould you like toā¦ā she sighed, swallowing some pride for the sake of the baby. āTouch? Sometimes she feels your hand and she puts her foot on it like a high five.ā
Dark eyes lingered on Miaās pregnant belly as she spoke. It took Puck a minute to realize what sheād said.Ā āSheās?ā Puckās head rose sharply and his gaze centered on her face. He blinked away the dizzying sensation that came at the quick movement. āItās a girl?ā Puck asked, wonderment evident in his tone as he continued a one man staring contest with his unborn child.Ā
Puck reached out, a hand slow extending at Miaās invitation before he paused.Ā āI-ā He looked back up, eyes on the modelās face.Ā āYouāre not gonna...ā Puckās forehead creased, black brows knitted slightly as he thought.Ā āThis aināt a trick, is it?ā The fighterās chest shifted with a fractured laugh.Ā āWhereās that bedazzled knife?ā Puckās left shoulder lowered as he took a half step back.Ā āDonāt think I forgot that stapler shit.ā
An awkward silence breezed through as Puckās eyes refocused again. He inhaled deeply as he looked at Miaās belly. Puck gnawed on the inside of his cheek while his right hand rose and encircled his left wrist. Nervously, he fiddled, twisting and rotating his left hand around in his other handās hold. Still, Puckās eyes remained on her stomach. The sudden reality hitting him, Puck sniffled.Ā āCan I-ā He cleared his throat and ignored the change in his tone. It was the most Noah thing to happen since five, nearly six months ago.Ā
āYeah,ā He murmured, head nodding briefly. Puckās hand extended again.Ā āIād like that.ā
Thereās no alcohol in this cup. Thereās no alcohol in my house. Iāve been completely sober for two and a half years. Clean for five. I only have apple juice, shut it.Ā
I mean you can pay Nina a visit anytime you get ready, sheās restless at night, and kicking the shit out of me.
...You sipping on that sugar free kind, right? All natural, organic apple juice, right?
You putting your guard squad on chill? I can come by after training tonight. You need some more juice? Or..uh, anything else before I get there.
P sounds cooler. More mysterious. But if you really want to keep Rex, I guess Iāll be nice to you today. Why are you hating on letters? And no, you didnāt. But you do have a baby on the way. I donāt want to rob you blind. Or take the start of that poor babyās college fundā¦ So yeah, Iām just here, you know. Everybody canāt be on a new/future parent high like you and Mia, right now.Ā
ā¦Boy. Stop lying. You were straight flexing! Thatās cool, I bet you aināt flexing now, are you?
Nah, Rex is always cooler than P. Unless you adding Master in front of it. Then I might have to phone a friend, see what the audience says about this new unapproved nickname. Damn right, I wanna keep Rex! Iām a dino dude, girl - Yāknow this! Pssh, I aināt hating on letters.Ā
Hold up... You trying to call me broke? Itās that obvious huh? Whatās up with you? You sounding like you trying to just get high right now, Tiny.
Iām flexing how? Donāt tell me what I think youāre about to tell me. I already got a Ma, Iām not looking for another one.
listen to Wild Thoughts because I want to get āWhite Girl Wastedā on brown liquor.Ā
I know youāre not over there trying to get white girl wasted on brown liquor. With my baby. Tell Sammie ass there better be apple juice in your cup... Shit, tell Smeagol too.Ā
Canāt be mad at the jokes, if theyāre true, can you?
And Iāve seen you do your thing, P. I know you can fight. Iā¦amā¦ here. Now, if you want the real, Iāmma have to charge you for it. How are you? āSides you pulling a Rocky on Adrian and screaming out here on these streets.
Nah. I never said all that, T.
Oh. So Iām P, now? What happened to Rex? I was feeling that one. I didnāt ask you where you were. You aināt move to Sesame Street since you got letters of the day now? Shit. How much youāre trying to charge me? I wasnāt screaming. Iām just out here, chilling and living.
Mia inwardly cursed because she really wanted that stapler to hit him. She wanted it to hurt him like she hurt, but he would never feel like his heart was ripped out, sliced as if it had gone through death from a thousand cuts. She felt as though all the punctures would never heal. He was too close to her, and she felt as if she was having trouble breathing. She didnāt want him in her personal bubble like this. āYour baby. Iām carrying your baby. Do I need to learn sign language?ā This definitely wasnāt the way that she wanted to tell him. Hadnāt been the way she planned, but none of this had been.
āYou came at me with that bullshit. Who do I think you are? Game recognized game and youāve been looking really unfamiliar for a while.ā The model took a deep breath, trying not to get upset again. Nina was kicking up a storm and it was the most unpleasant feeling. āPicture this with me, wonāt you? Remember when I told you that I almost passed out at one of my photoshoots, but then I was fine just probably forgot to eat? Well, weird things were happening. I was nauseous, thought I had the flu. But when I went to the doctor, I found out that I was pregnant. I was happy. I couldnāt wait to see my boyfriend and tell him!ā She took a shaky breath, thinking about just he would react, reliving the moment. āMaybe heād be just as happy, heād smile with his dimples showing. I came home, and you were distant. I thought maybe Iād give you a day. Tell you the next. You were still distant, and you continued that distance, and it was never a good time. And then youā¦do what everyone does. You make me feel like Iām not good enough, and then suddenly, youāre not good for my mental health. I needed to be away from you and fast.ā Mia didnāt need to be around this man in that mental state, the one where she felt as though she wasnāt good enough, yet again and for the third time in her romantic life. āI didnāt want to resent this baby because of you. I didnāt want to hate myself again. I didnāt want to become that person, so I separated myself so that I wouldnāt do anything stupid. I couldnāt look at you, couldnāt come near you!ā
Puckās chest lowered with a heavy breath at her words. The weight of his hands, curled into fists at his waist as his stared hard at the ceiling above him, anchored him as his irritation grew. He wasnāt sure what pissed him off more, Miaās words or the truth in them. āI- āPuck quickly shut up, seeing she was far from done. Puck didnāt know when he stopped having a staring contest with the roof above them, just that in between shutting the hell up and remembering just how fucking worried he was when thatād happened, that his gaze steadied on Miaās face as she spoke. He didnāt know that she was pregnant then. Puckās eyes moved, flickered from her face to the floor and back. He had shit come up then, a ghost he thought heād buried returned from its shallow grave and he didnāt think that Mia would notice. He didnāt think heād gone that far. At least, not on purpose. The realization hit him hard.
Puckās feet inched forward again, emotion in his eyes as he moved. āMia, I- āHe did it again, quieted himself. Frustration churned within Puck, this time at himself as his stomach tightened against words attempting to claw upwards to his throat. Truth was Mia was never the one that wasnāt enough. Not for him. Puck swallowed. āNow is not the time,ā he thought as he unclenched his hands. āIām sorry.ā He murmured, a hand reached out to touch Mia before he paused. It closed around air before dropping to Puckās side with a quiet sigh. āMia, look at me. Please.ā He stopped, remembering the stapler sheād thrown at him earlier. āIām sorry.ā
āThank you.ā He uttered.Ā āFor not...ā Puck trailed off, eyes on the baby bump. He tucked his bottom lip into his mouth and rubbed at his neck. Puck cleared his throat and his eyes rose to meet Miaās.Ā āYou okay now?ā He asked, genuinely wanting to know.Ā āBesides, yāknow, killing my ride out there?ā
So Puck really didn't know Mia was pregnant? I was wondering about that. Guess he doesn't read the tabloids or watch E!News. This gonna be good.
ooc: Lmao. No, he actually did not know. He also didnāt guess that she couldāve possibly be pregnant when he and Mia broke up. He was very in his head and the reason why will be revealed in time. (Mwahaha.) Puck hates tabloids so thatās a no, too. The headcanon is that either Mia blocked Puck on all of her social media accounts or that he just unfollowed/unfriended her as a courtesy since she said she didnāt want to see him. Not sure on that exactly as we may write that out later.
And yes. In Puckās words, this will be hella good. I know I canāt wait :D
