#puck01

location: peyton’s house

timeframe: 17.11 morning

warnings: none idt 

As the sunshine broke through the curtains, if it wasn’t for the male she’s wrapped into, she’d be sure last night was an alcohol and brownie induced dream ― The best kind of dream, honestly. It had been a really long time since she’s woken up with anyone in her bed (anyone besides her daughter), and despite the mild pounding in her head, it was nice. Smiling softly, she turns on his chest to look at him, observing the way his nose twitched when he slept and the weirdly peaceful sound of his breathing. “Oh... hi. Morning.” She murmurs quietly, burying her face into him at the embarrassing realisation his eyes had opened to her staring at him. 

time frame: 26.10

location: festival of frights

“You’re lucky you’re seeing me now and not a few hours ago — not Lucky-lucky — but... you know what I mean. I’ve rebranded from the badass hot dog I was and now... I’m maybe just a little bit drunk? And you, Puck Puckerman, may be related to my daughter’s father, but you are as handsome as always and I’m going to buy you a drink. I think that’s the least i can offer you after everything you’ve done for me.”