i just love you so much it scares me okay????
♥ ♥ ♥
omg, you just made me smile so hard and I have to go back to work in an hour. I love you back of course though, you’re so sweet.
The frustrating thing about being a football player was, quite frankly, watching the cheerleaders. Girls with their long legs, curves in all the right places, forcing him to look away and take a breath in. Guys with toned bodies and muscles that had Puck quivering in his seat.
It was, honestly, fucking distracting and totally not his fault if he missed a pass because Kurt Hummel was trying to touch his toes or Santana Lopez needed to ‘readjust’ herself.
Luckily though he hadn’t missed the pass, and with another winning game beneath their belt Puck had convinced his best friend Finn Hudson to hold a party at his house. Finn, of course, being the son of a governess meant his house was usually off limits but Carole was away on business and Puck was always looking for an advantage in play.
His own drink was half-full when he began his rounds of the room, dick already twitching against the fabric of his jeans from the adrenaline of the game. He needed someone, anyone, and his eyes set in on the pale beauty that was Kurt Hummel. Drunken mind made up, Puck finished off his Jack Daniels and Coke—(Could it be classed as ‘with Coke’ if his drink had been placed next to a Cola bottle? Probably not.)—and he made his way over to Kurt in a wavy sort of stumble.
Kurt turned, meaning Puck had been louder than expected, and his lips turned up in a way that suggested he’d been torn between waiting for Puck’s appearance and slight disappointed he had to be drunk to wander over. “You played a good game today, Puckerman,” Kurt told him, ever the professional cheerleader in front of their peers and Puck nodded once.
"I know, but I’m still kinda bummed out."
"And why, pray tell, would you be sad at a party? I thought these gatherings with alcohol soaked cheerleaders would be your hunting ground."
Puck scoffed, he was a little right, before he lifted a shoulder up in a slow shrug. “Because my dick died,” he pouted, glancing down at himself but his amused eyes turned up to Kurt. “Could you be a bro and let me bury it in your ass?”
The shocked expression was almost worth the drink he felt hit his face only a moment later.
We’re gonna play a new game called Top 10 TV shows because there’s one for films, so I’d like to do one for TV shows. Write down your top shows and then tag 10 friends to do the same. Yay!
I was tagged by: puckeroserp, puckleberryhelper, zombiequinnrps, diannasroleplays, puckrps, jinkxroleplays, sugarbabiesrps, shiixyrps. So, I mean, I think this means I should probably do it or something and, if you’re not already, go follow these losers.
In no particular order:
- Sons of Anarchy
- Modern Family
- How I Met Your Mother
- 24 Hours in Police Custody
- Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents
- Criminal Minds
- The Vampire Diaries
- Grey’s Anatomy
- The Mindy Project
I am going to tag: I’ve taken that long to do this that you’ve all probably already done it, but whatever.
why you should be my friend
- I will talk about sex with you and not care in the slightest even if you have the most bizarre kinks I do not give a shit
- I will reblog your selfies no questions asked
- I will ask you questions on anon to make you look more popular
- nothing happens to me so you can talk about yourself forever.
Generic “work sucks and I’m tired” post.
It’s not often that I do this, in fact, I never do this, but I reached 600 followers a while ago and since then, I’ve been considering what it is that I should do. After bouncing around RPGs and such for a while since I’ve ended my long stint as an admin, I’ve decided to put together a thing about admin tips for RPGs.