За что люблю фанфикшн - так это за то, что даже одна малюсенькая фотка или фраза может дать толчок, и появляется очень много замечательных маленьких драбблов и не маленьких, которые могут потешить многие шипперские души.
Я тащусь по Паклберри. Что поделать. Клише - хорошая девочка и плохой мальчик. Я сама когда-то была частью такого клише. Может потому именно эта парочка так дорога моему сердцу.
В общем, у одного из самых замечательных авторов по Паклберри-фикшн нашла кое-что.
Rachel’s almost crying, she’s so happy, and Puck pushes his way through the crush of his teammates to get to her. Mr. Schue is the one closest, and she’s got a grip on the lapel of his suit jacket. There’s a high-pitched sound squeaking out from between her lips, interrupted by peals of laughter, and Mr. Schue’s looking down at her with this expression of fierce pride - one that Puck knows is reflected on his own face.
When he reaches Rachel, about to pull her into a hug, he catches a glimpse of the look Mr. Schue is throwing him over the top of Rachel’s head. He’s seen them together these past few weeks, sitting in glee, heads tucked close together as they whisper back and forth. He’s seen the way Puck looks at her and the way she smiles whenever he’s around.
So the look Mr. Schue gives him is weary, almost warning - Careful. She’s one of the good ones.
The look he sends back is easy to read.
I know.
There are a lot of things in Puck’s life that he’s not sure of. But watching Rachel bouncing up and down in front of him, eyes shining brighter than the stage lights, he knows he’s sure of one thing.
All he ever wants is for her to be happy.
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Я тащусь по Паклберри. Что поделать. Клише - хорошая девочка и плохой мальчик. Я сама когда-то была частью такого клише. Может потому именно эта парочка так дорога моему сердцу.
В общем, у одного из самых замечательных авторов по Паклберри-фикшн нашла кое-что.
Rachel’s almost crying, she’s so happy, and Puck pushes his way through the crush of his teammates to get to her. Mr. Schue is the one closest, and she’s got a grip on the lapel of his suit jacket. There’s a high-pitched sound squeaking out from between her lips, interrupted by peals of laughter, and Mr. Schue’s looking down at her with this expression of fierce pride - one that Puck knows is reflected on his own face.
When he reaches Rachel, about to pull her into a hug, he catches a glimpse of the look Mr. Schue is throwing him over the top of Rachel’s head. He’s seen them together these past few weeks, sitting in glee, heads tucked close together as they whisper back and forth. He’s seen the way Puck looks at her and the way she smiles whenever he’s around.
So the look Mr. Schue gives him is weary, almost warning - Careful. She’s one of the good ones.
The look he sends back is easy to read.
I know.
There are a lot of things in Puck’s life that he’s not sure of. But watching Rachel bouncing up and down in front of him, eyes shining brighter than the stage lights, he knows he’s sure of one thing.
All he ever wants is for her to be happy.
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