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une_fille Glee. 10,326 Words (YOWZA, YOU READ RIGHT). Noah Puckerman, Puck/Rachel. Father and son: the Puckerman men, in three parts. Title nabbed from the immortal genius that is Bruce Springsteen. OH AND OBLIG DISCLAIMER: WE DON'T OWN NOAH PUCKERMAN BUT WE WISH WE DID. However, we do own Johnny? THAT PLEASES US IMMENSELY.
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I need this shit to be canon, for reals.
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YOU AND I BOTH, SISTA.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! We're honestly thrilled you liked this so much! I feel like I say this with every fic, but this one in particular: it was crazy, ridiculous fun to write so hearing that people enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it is seriously the icing on the cake.
Thanks again for taking the time to drop us a line! Our readers are ~*the best*~.
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Um, I never thought I'd actually utter these words, but: your icon is making me miss the mohawk already :(
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Second: dalsljsalglaslag this story! Puck gets it from his daddy! Rachel is awesome! I love this so hard.
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Ahem.
Okay really though? Thank you so much! It's not even funny how happy we are that you guys liked this beast of an undertaking. And it always makes our day when people take the time to not only read, but drop us a line. So thaaaanks, and hopefully we'll see you around these parts again sometime soon!
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I loved every word. The whole concept was genius. And, really, this just solidifies my belief that together, the two of you, could take over the world.
And this! This was my very favorite part - I don't even know why. But it's just so Rachel and so Puck and so perfect.
“-He fathered an illegitimate child at seventeen.”
“Fuck, Rachel,” Puck breathes, too shocked to do anything but focus on the tightness in his chest.
Johnny’s eyes are wide open in disbelief and they fall to stare at Rachel’s torso.
“Oh, no! God no! Not me, nope,” she stutters, arms flailing in protest. Catching the hurt look on Puck’s face she trails off weakly, “It was someone else.”
Alright, that's probably enough squealing/fangirling from me. I'm never writing another word for Puck because nothing will ever compare to this. Seriously.
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this just solidifies my belief that together, the two of you, could take over the world.
OMG THIS IS A TERRIFYING (READ: AWESOME) THOUGHT. Not gonna lie, I'm totes LOL-ing, but obviously in the best possible way. You're way too sweet! And dude, IF YOU STOP WRITING PUCK WE'RE GONNA DROWN IN OUR TEARS, NO JOKE. Do not deprive the world of your mad skills!!!! The more Puckerone the merrier. :)
Thanks again! Our readers are the best. :)
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So does this fic.
Genius casting, Teri.
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TRUTH.
Genius casting, Teri.
TRUTH X TEN.
Sorry for the super late reply to your comment, but thanks so much! <3
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