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TEXT 📲 ( Toby & Puck )

TOBY: Excuse you, Puck.

TOBY: Where is my daily affirmation that I'm a hot piece of ass?

TOBY: You're slacking.

#/he jokes #puckmanhq #text.#ihq:puck #toby text.#toby / puck.

📲 puck ⇄ mia

MIA: So I'm back from Texas...

MIA: If you wanted to do something now that I'm back in Los Angeles.

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DATE & TIME: July 29th, evening

LOCATION: Connor’s apartment.

OPEN TO: @puckmanhq

WARNINGS: Frat boy fuckbros.

“I don’t think I can eat another slice, dude.” Connor groaned as he grabbed his bottle of beer and downed half of it in one go. The coffee table in front of him had two opened boxes of pizza and both were almost finished. Both he and Puck had probably overdone it, but they’d been seriously fucking hungry. “Some of the best pizza I’ve had in a while, though.” He remained quiet, groaning again as he sat back against the couch and hoped eating that much pizza in so little time wouldn’t make him sick later. “Hey man,” he glanced over at his guitar before looking back at Puck, “you play guitar by any chance? Been meaning to do this whole 80′s rock thing, but I don’t know who with. Interested?”

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◖◖ headcanon. morning after puck’s birthday bash with special mention. @puckmanhq◗◗

► word count: 348

It’s nothing new at this point, waking up with a headache. It’s been like this for the last few weeks. So really, if anything Gail should be used to it by now. But being the person that she is, she still found reason enough to whine about it. She was about to yell for Connor to bring her some water when she realized she wasn’t sleeping on a bed, but on e a sofa. peeling her eyes open with great effort, Gail took in her surrounding, she was definitely in one of the apartments, but whose remains a question. -- Though not for long. Gail immediately twigged as she saw Puckerman walking by.

She clambered out of the couch and looked for her purse, which was neatly placed at the end of the sofa with her shoes. Shamelessly, she put on her heels and fished out her phone from her purse. This was when Puck spoke up, talking about how judging from the night before, Gail should really dial back on the drinking.

Well that was one way to tick her off. Gail took offense instantly. Who was this guy coming out of nowhere telling her what to do? Nobody tells Gail what to do, she does whatever she wants at her own pace.

“You’re more than welcome not to sleep with me, but don’t you fucking pretend you know me enough to throw judgement at me.”

“Really, just because you have some sob history you think you’re qualified to assume something about me based off of one incident?”

“I got drunk once and suddenly I’m an alcoholic, that’s fucking rich.”

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business and leave mine to me? Don’t self-aggrandize and think your opinion is important enough for me to care.”

When Puck stopped retaliating, and Gail feeling like she’s won this round, she picked up her things and walked out of his apartment -- head held high and all that; now if only her hair wasn’t mussed up, she wouldn’t look like she’s just spent a night sleeping on the couch.

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📲 puck ⇄ mia

MIA: Hey birthday boy!

MIA: You recovered yet?

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TIMEFRAME: July 7th, morning.

LOCATION: IHQ Gym.

OPEN TO: Noah Puckerman. ( @puckmanhq )

WARNINGS: None.

Going to the gym was one of the only things in the world Sam would willingly drag himself out of bed early for. He would be miserable for the first few minutes, but once he got into it he was usually fine. On this particular morning, despite being glad he’d come once he finished up, he still wasn’t completely over the groggy feeling. He showered off and started to head out in a desperate search for some coffee, rubbing his hands over his face as he went — which meant he wasn’t looking where he was going. “Shit, sorry man,” he said as soon as he bumped into the person in front of him, and Sam looked over to find it was Puck. “Oh, hey. Sorry again, bro, I’m in dumbass mode this morning.” He chuckled. “You finishing up? I was just gonna go find somewhere that’ll give me like ten espresso shots.”