Puckerman

Only the good die young.

They say there's a heaven for those who will wait Some say it's better but I say it ain't I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints the sinners are much more fun....
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You & I || Pucktana 

santana-islebanese:

Santana really couldn’t say anything about Puck taking off without being a complete hypocrite. Sure, she’d needed him, but she had to also remember that when Jackson had died, she’d taken off too cause she couldn’t handle being around to watch her family crumble. Evidently they both needed to grow up and see that other people needed them and relied on them to be there. “I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled, glancing up at him. She saw he’d hung his head, and could tell by his voice how upset he was, but that didn’t change anything. “You know our kids, and you know that once something pisses them off, nobody can just right away change their minds.” She said, her voice cracking a little bit. She’d managed not to cry for the last couple days, but talking about their kids just made her remember how half of them weren’t here anymore, and that really fucking sucked. Santana wasn’t above crying in front of Puck, so when he walked towards her, she let out a quiet sob, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in to his shirt. “I love you, too. You shouldn’t have left.”

Just as Puck wrapped his arms around Santana he realized she was beginning to cry. He hated this. He hated seeing her upset, but now more then ever she needed him. He had to learn to stop running off, it wasn’t fair on her or the kids. “I know I shouldn’t.” He sighed, nodding his head slowly, in agreement. Reaching down to her hand, he laced his fingers with hers, and squeezed her hand a little. “But Charlotte and Eva.” He said, his voice beginning to break. “Not those two. They were mini you and I.” He said, as a tear fell down one of his cheeks. He knew they would be lost without them. Santana turned to Eva for everything, and Charlotte and Puck had an unbreakable bond. This wasn’t fair, none of it was. And Puck felt helpless, there was nothing he could do to fix any of this.

(via santana-islebanese-deactivated2)


tagged as: #para: you and i

You & I || Pucktana 

santana-islebanese:

Ever since Puck had disappeared again, at the time she needed him more than she ever had done before, Santana had been feeling completely bitter towards him. He’d let her down, he’d left her to pick up the pieces of their broken family, and he’d just taken off. She hated him for that, and she’d had her typical Santana moment of being pissed at him, but luckily for him she’d taken that out on him via texting and phone calls. By now, she was just at the point where she was completely broken, lost, and whenever he decided to show up again, she’d just be happy to see him. If she was even capable of happy anymore. They’d lost two more children, that was four now, and it honestly just wasn’t fair. She wanted to be angry with Puck when he came home, but when he’d told her today that he was coming, all she felt was relief. She’d been sitting in the living room staring at the blank TV when she heard the door opening, so after a moment of preparation, she pushed herself up from the couch, walking slowly in to the hallway where she came face to face with her fiance in the first time since forever. “The kids hate you,” she sighed, folding her arms and looking down at the ground. “I kind of hate you, too.”

Puck felt sick as he pulled up outside his home. He didn’t know if he was ready for this. Ready to be back in Lima after loosing two more kids, but most of all ready to face his family, who he knew he had let down. Taking in a deep breathe as he opened the door, he saw Santana walk out of the living room. He hung his head in shame as she spoke, barely even able to look at his fiance. “I know. I would too.” He whispered. Dropping the bag from his hand onto the floor and walked over to Santana and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Fighting back the tears, he rubbed his fingers through her hair. “I love you.” He whispered, as his voice strained, trying to hold back his emotions.

(via santana-islebanese-deactivated2)


tagged as: #para: you and i

Guess I need to deal with my fiance. 

santana-islebanese:

I need you.

I need you. Come on, let’s take the car for a ride somewhere.

(Source: puckerman-onehotjew, via santana-islebanese-deactivated2)


Guess I need to deal with my fiance. 

santana-islebanese:

I’m not saying anything.

I miss you.

(Source: puckerman-onehotjew, via santana-islebanese-deactivated2)


Guess I need to deal with my fiance. 


charlotte-puckerman wrote: "Text: Hey Daddy! I just wanted to tell you I love, and I'm so sorry. You're my favoritest person in the entire world, and I'm gonna miss you the most. I'll always be your princess. I love you."

*Added to saved messages.*


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valeriemariapuckerman:

I definitely am. I dunno I might be busy. I’m thinking of making a pit stop in New York before I come home.

Why would you stop off there?


santana-islebanese liked your photoset 

valeriemariapuckerman:

If you say so. I’ll believe that when I see it.

Whatever. Enjoy Ireland, and we can hang out when you are back.


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valeriemariapuckerman:

We aren’t. Just Charlotte. I’m glad to see you’re alive by the way. You were MIA for awhile there. You missed a lot.

Believe me, it’s not just Char. And I know, but I was working. I’m back now anyway, I won’t be missing again, I promise.


santana-islebanese:

That might just be the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

But it made you laugh didn’t it babe?

(Source: shesperfectlyhappy, via santana-islebanese-deactivated2)