puckleberry challenges

Challenge 11 || Supernatural

challenge 11: supernatural

au meme As suggested by Cassandra and Silke last week, for this challenge we’ll jump back to the AU meme for two fantasy themes. Like we did before, you’ll choose one of the two options, but you’re more than welcome to submit one graphic for each theme. Your options are:

Supernatural

Fairy Tale

The deadlines for challenge 11 has come and go with no submissions. Just so we can give everyone a chance to send something in again, extensions are happening! Same rules as stated above, different dates. You all have a little over a week to send in one (or two) lovely submissions for these two awesome options! Get your scary on with some supernatural!Puckleberry or live happily ever after with some fairy tale!Puckleberry. I know I'm (Aims) going make something. I hope you will too! 

au meme As suggested by Cassandra and Silke last week, for this challenge we’ll jump back to the AU meme for two fantasy themes. Like we did before, you’ll choose one of the two options, but you’re more than welcome to submit one graphic for each theme. Your options are:

Supernatural

Fairy Tale

Puckleberry Challenge 10 | A scene from fanfiction

Rachel Berry took one step towards him.

“Noah…I need you to calm down,” Rachel said softly, taking one more step towards him.

“Calm down? CALM THE EVERY FUCKITY FUCK DOWN! Rachel, I’m on FUCKING FIRE!” Puck shouted.

“Noah, please, take a deep breath and calm down,” Rachel reiterated, taking another step forward even as her teammates took another step away.

“Rachel, get the hell away from me, what the fuck are you doing? I’m on FIRE,” Puck reiterated irately, hoping to get it through her skull that he was engulfed in flames. He shook his head as she stepped ever closer. “Get away…you’re going to get hurt.”

“No. I’m not,” Rachel insisted strongly. “Calm down.”

“You really are fucking batshit crazy, you’re going to light yourself on fire!” Puck desperately insisted. “Back off. I’m going to hurt you…”

“No. You won’t,” Rachel shook her head resolutely, she was close enough to feel his body ablaze, her cheeks turned a rosy red color from the heat of it, just like sitting in front of a roaring fireplace. She reached a hand up, going to his cheek slowly. “You won’t hurt me, Noah. Calm down.”

He watched in horror as her fingertips got ever closer to his skin and something inside of him clicked. He felt her cool fingertips against his skin and the fire slowly began to die down, embers floating up into the air as the crackling and roaring sound that was literally his body burning moments before ceased and only his steady, deep breaths remained. Rachel smiled and patted his cheek.

“Better?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Puck nodded.

We’re officially extending challenge 10 by a week. We’ve just got so many great entries and yet there’s people telling us they have more. We’re certainly not ones to hinder the flow of creativity and all things puckleberry, so please see our new calendar below and keep those entries coming.

Puckleberry Challenges 10 || I’ve Been Saving Your Place by smc_27

Rachel lets out this little hum when he gets back into bed with her, like she’s happy that she’s here with him, and it kind of surprises the hell out of him, because yeah, the first part of their day was awesome, but then it got completely fucked up when shit went down at the end of the night. Everything would have been fine if not for her stupid drunk uncle.

Then he thinks that probably it wouldn’t have been, because he’d still be pretending not to care that her dads want him dead, and she’d still be pretending she had no clue how they felt.

Either way, no matter what, she was always going to end up here, though, in his bed and sliding her hand across his stomach like she always does.

“Noah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, glancing at her across the pillow.

“Will you still marry me?”

He’s pretty sure his heart fucking stops, and even knowing how hard it was for her to say that doesn’t make it any easier for him to hear it. He’s never given two minutes’ fucking thought to marriage, and it seems like the last two hours of his life have been completely fucking obsessed with it or something.

“What?” he asks, because shit, he needs to know what the fuck she means.

“Even if my dads don’t give you permission.” She finally looks into his eyes and starts giggling softly. “I mean in the future, Noah. God. I’m not proposing to you right now.”

He laughs and moves closer, leans over her and then fits himself between her thighs. They’re in his mom’s house and Rachel always says it’s weird to have sex here, so they probably won’t, but still.

“I dunno. You probably really wanna piss them off. Don’t you?” he teases.

“Noah.” He kisses her quickly, then slides his hand up her side under her top, lays it over her ribs. “Would you? Even if they never like you.”

“Would you let me?” he asks.

This whole day is so fucked up. He should not feel like his palms are sweating, laying here waiting for her answer to this stupid hypothetical question or whatever the fuck they’re calling this.

“I left with you tonight, didn’t I?”

And fuck, he knows what she’s saying. She picked him over her fucking family, and it makes him a little uncomfortable, but also kind of makes him think she’s the most kickass girlfriend ever, because Christ, she’s willing to do fucking anything for them to be together, isn’t she?

Then he thinks about what he’d do if his mom hated her or something, and he probably would have cut her out the first time she said a bad thing about his girl.

And honestly, she knows the fucking answer to her stupid question.

So he nods, leans down to kiss her and lets her use her feet to push his boxers down off his hips. He lets her call it ‘lovemaking’, too, just so she’ll know how serious he is about this.

PUCKLEBERRY CHALLENGES: week 10 (a scene from fanfiction)

“I’m too disappointed in you to speak at this juncture. You promised you wouldn’t drink on this trip and you let me down. I don’t know how to process that.”

Puck let out a big, heavy sigh and wilted into the hard plastic bench. “S’fucking hard not to drink, Rachel. I resisted as long as I could but I…fuck. I needed it. And if you hadn’t woken up, you never would’ve even known.”

“No,” Rachel snapped, “You needed a way to forget the fact that we had a serious discussion about Quinn and Beth.” Rachel pulled her eyes from the table’s surface and glared at him. “Your inability to cope with life is disappointing, Noah. Do you know how much better you’d feel if you’d actually really talk about things? Yesterday, for example, was a good start. We were having an open and honest discussion before you clammed up. And instead opening your eyes to your life and your situation and realizing that you can accept things, move on, and try to be a contributing member of society, you pick up that swill again and get drunk. I am trying to help you, Noah, but you have to help yourself, too.” Rachel ended her tirade with a growl of frustration and Puck arched his brow at her.

“I don’t remember asking you for your help, actually. And besides, if you wanna talk about clamming up, let’s talk about clamming up. I still don’t know why the fuck you’re even here right now? Why aren’t you in New York, Rachel? Why aren’t you in the middle of some goddamn stage singing at the top of your lungs and blowing out everybody’s eardrums? I’ve known you since we were little kids, Rach. That ‘destined to become a star’ shit is all you ever talked about. So why aren’t you doing it?”

“I told you,” Rachel answered icily, “it didn’t work out.”

“Right, but you’ve sure as shit haven’t explained why but you expect me to pour all my emotional bullshit baggage out at your feet so you can be my savior and solve it?” Puck paused and glanced out the window above where they were seated before turning his attention back onto Rachel. “Found out you weren’t nearly as talented as you thought, huh? Being the top talent in a godforsaken place like Lima, Ohio sure doesn’t translate to New York City so much, does it?”

Rachel bit her lip and didn’t answer. When Puck swore and slammed his fist against the table, Rachel jumped and jerked her head toward him, questions in her eyes.

“I’m tired of this shit, Rachel. You can sit there and judge the fuck out of me all damn day but when I even try to ask you a question about why you’re driving my goddamn car in the middle of fucking Kansas instead of in New York, you can’t answer. So you weren’t any fucking good? So as it turns out, you sucked? Thought you were better than you actually really were?”

Rachel sucked in a breath and tears stung her eyes at his verbal assault on her. “I couldn’t get a role that was worth a damn,” she said through clenched teeth.

Puck looked at her. “Why not?”

Letting out a bitter laugh from a throat choked with tears, she said, “Because, like you said, I always thought I was better than I really was. I wasn’t a strong enough dancer or my range wasn’t right or there was another actress who was prettier or taller or had bigger breasts and a smaller nose. And I tried to choose the roles that would position me to move forward and finally get noticed. I only auditioned for roles that would give me the most exposure and I got nowhere. Half the time, I didn’t even get a callback.” Rachel let a tear slip down her cheek and she didn’t stop it. “Do you have any idea what it means to work your whole life towards something only to have it blow up in your face? I have student loans that I can’t pay for and a useless education if I’m not acting. And I can’t get any role that would matter anyway. So I finally just auditioned for some shitty, poorly written “original” so far off Broadway that it was ridiculous and I got it. And then I got cut. Cut from a show that I was even embarrassed to even be associated with! Do you know what that’s like, Noah? To prepare for something your entire life and to be solely focused on it that you sacrifice everything else – a normal childhood, relaxed summers full of parties and sleepovers, friendships - in order to reach it only to find that, all the time, it was unreachable?”

Puck stared at Rachel for what felt like ages. And then he said something that was both full of truth but that also felt like an indictment. “The Rachel Berry I knew never let anyone tell her no.”

Puckleberry Challenges 10

All Roads Lead To You by GoingVintage

Rachel felt rage and stress rising in her stomach, making its way up her abdomen and into her throat. I don’t want to talk to you! “Leave me alone,” she gritted out. “I’m leaving now. And don’t follow me. And don’t come back here again either. I’m in Seattle for a reason so leave me the hell alone. Whatever we shared is gone now.” Rachel dodged back out into the rain and Puck watched her go. His hands shook…he didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t expected to see so much…hate. And it was nearly crippling to see.

When she was nearly a block ahead of him, he took off after her again. “Rachel!” he yelled. Fuck…I have to get her to stop! “Rachel, please! I love you!” Puck watched as she slowed, his words gliding through the rain and the noise of the traffic so that by the time they reached her, he wasn’t sure she’d heard them. He watched as she glanced back for a moment, a curious look on her face, before she picked up her pace again. He followed after her and just as he was gaining ground, she bolted into a red-brick building. Speeding up, he ran in after her. His wet shoes sent him flying across the tile floor and he struggled for purchase when he slammed into the staircase. He looked to the right and then to left and spied a pant-covered leg belonging to Rachel entering through a door before he heard the door slam shut. Running after her, he stared at the door. Apartment 1D. Rachel’s home here.

Standing outside, he rapped softly. “Rachel…” Listening, he heard nothing. “Rachel,” he tried again. “I know you’re in there. Please. Just give me five minutes. That’s all I ask…” He waited, hoping the door would open. However, total silence was all that greeted him. Swearing loudly, Puck kicked her door and then stalked to the other side of the hall.

Fine. If she’s going to be like that, I’ll just fucking wait until she has to come out again.

Sinking to the floor, he jerked his wet jacket off and threw it by him. Stretching his legs out, he crossed his feet at the ankles and started intently at the door. I know where you are and we have to talk.

PUCKLEBERRY CHALLENGES: week 10 (a scene from fanfiction)

“Hey,” Puck said quickly, reaching out to catch her arm before she could walk out. “I’m so sorry that they did that to you.”

“You seemed really concerned that your girlfriend used me for target practice, yeah.”

“First of all, Santana’s not my girlfriend. And second of all, I didn’t have anything to do with what they did to you.”

“Didn’t you? Noah, how am I supposed to believe that? You were the first person to slushie me at McKinley.” She stared up at him sadly, “I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what, Rachel? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Secret friends,” she shook her head at him, “Noah, you’re the first friend I’ve really managed to make at McKinley, and you’re not brave enough to even admit it. Just like you’re an amazing musician and you’re too scared to let anyone hear you play. I should have known, if you don’t have the guts to let people know what you truly enjoy, how would you ever be able to deal with the ups and downs of getting close with an admittedly high maintenance girl like me? I’m always going to be a target to people like them until I get out of this town and make it in New York. I think that if being friends with a loser is too much for you to handle, then maybe we should just go back to how things were.”

“So you think it’s easier to just pretend that we weren’t friends before today? Because two bitches threw an iced drink in your face? You think that’s the better option?”

“I think I’ve never been ashamed to be who I am, and I don’t know how I can be close with someone who’s ashamed of themselves. Or someone who’s ashamed of me.”