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You took for granted seeds we planted when we were young || CLUSTERFUCK 2.0

tagging: Eva Anderson ( @anderseva ), Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ), Santana Lopez ( @psusantana ), Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ), Bree Brown ( @blckbarbree ) & Noah Puckerman

date & time: October 30, 2024 at night

location: Bree's fancy ass apartment

warnings: mentions of alcohol

summary: And here we go again. Another clusterfuck for Jake's video roll on his phone. Santana, Bree and Jake all worked together to get the Throuple in one place to finally talk their shit out. Except some truths are revealed and now things might be worse than ever. Communication is hard.

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MORGAN hadn’t known it was Jake’s birthday until mid-afternoon, when a text had come through on his phone, while he was elbow-deep in horse grooming, inviting him over for drinks at Bree’s place. Seven hours later, Morgan stood outside the apartment, clutching a gift-wrapped box. When he’d found out about Jake’s birthday, he felt a small pang of guilt - he probably should’ve known. Jake was dating Bree, and Bree had become like a sister to him; and not to forget about the fact that Jake was actually Puck’s half-brother. Not that that mattered right now, even if Morgan tried his best to make it matter. So, Morgan had scrambled to the nearest bike shop and picked out a pair of leather gloves - good ones, sturdy but soft, the kind that felt broken in the moment they were slipped on. The gloves weren’t anything grand, but they’d pair nicely with the motorcycle Morgan had gifted Jake not too long ago. When the door opened, Morgan smiled softly. “I couldn’t show up empty-handed, could I?” He said, first thing and held up the present.

JAKE was still wrapping his mind around practically cutting his mom off for the time being, but with his birthday finally here, he could finally put all of that behind him. Him and Bree still needed to deal with their own mess but for the sake of his brother's current situation, he'd happily agreed to his girl's plan to get the throuple together, and then Santana had jumped on board as well. Getting Puck to Bree's place for what he thought was a chill dinner was simple, and the same had happened with Morgan. He let Bree handle getting Eva there, and once the show was set to start, Santana had made up a reason to get Puck out of the living room area once someone knocked on the door. Once the coast was clear, Jake walked over and opened up the door, and he was surprised to see him with a gift. "Dude, you already gave me your bike, that was present enough." He smiled as he stepped aside after taking the gift bag from the man. "Come on in. Dinner is just about to start, but that's Bree's forte." He pointed out before glancing around behind him to look for his girlfriend. "Bree?"

BREE was fully aware this was probably a terrible idea. However, Eva was her favorite woman, pretty much ever, Morgan was a friend and Puck was basically her brother-in-law. An it did not sit right with her that these two men weren't being as forthcoming with Eva as they needed to be, as she deserved and apparently it was worth pissing her Professor, PR team manager, and friend(?) off to give them an opportunity to say what needed to be said. As she made sure the catered meal was warm and ready to eat, she heard her name being called. Coming into view of Jake and Morgan, she smiled at her boyfriend, while scanning the area, glad to see it looked like Santana had moved her and Puck somewhere else. "Yes, hi, come in." She smiled, and all but pushed Morgan to the kitchen.

PUCK unwillingly followed Santana into another room. Looked like a spare bedroom and he was realizing that Bree was like, rich rich. Which he knew, but he'd never really seen. Not like he would recognize luxury brand clothing or whatever. Looking a the mother of his child he furrowed his eyebrows. "Now why exactly did you want me alone in a bedroom? You know we don't have to have sex if you wanna have another one of my kids." He smiled at his own joke.

SANTANA rolled her eyes at Puck's words. "First of all, don't insult me. I threatened, and then bribed, the hospital so as soon as I pushed Maya out, my tubes were tied. That was the first and only baby that will ever come outta this body." She pointed out. "But I wanted you alone to remind you that I care about you, and I owe you the world for everything you've done for Maya, so just keep that in mind when you find out what your brother, your future sister in law, and I set up." That should have been enough of a hint as to what was coming, but it was also Puck so she wasn't sure if he'd catch onto that.

JAKE had to bite back a chuckle as Morgan was pushed into the kitchen by Bree, but then he followed anyways. "We should probalby start eating, and get out some drinks — the good stuff — right now." He suggested, since he wasn't sure if Puck would end up hearing Morgan's voice and come out of the bedroom yet.

MORGAN shrugged and gave a small smile. "That bike was given to you as a 'thank you' for that time on campus," he started, but continuing almost made him wince at the memory and the pain it had left behind. He stepped into the room, and let the topic go, instead greeting Bree with a warm smile and a small wave. He hadn't seen her since the morning after their drunken night that he didn't remember a thing of, and in a weird way, it felt kind of comforting to be her and Jake's third wheel in this situation. "D'ya need a hand or anythin'?" He asked, slightly confused about being pushed into the kitchen, but figured it was because he probably had to help out. "The good stuff? What good stuff, man? Y'know, I'm drivin' tonight, so I can't go as crazy as Bree and I did a few days ago."

JAKE decided not to comment on the reason why he'd gotten the bike, since he was sure that the classroom fiasco contributed to why the throuple was in the position they were in now, and instead just focused on the fact that he wanted to get some food before the show started. "Don't worry, we've got it." He suggested, and they did mostly, since Santana had practically laid out the fine china dinnerware, the utensils, the cups, etc. The Latina had been rather dedicated to helping Bree get everything laid out just in case this shit went downhill fast. Jake was piling food onto a plate for himself when he heard a knock at the door, and knowing it could only be one person, he put the plate down in front of Morgan. "Babe, pour the wine." He called out as he jogged over and opened up the door for Eva.

EVA had been expecting this to just be a chill night in with Bree, so she was dressed down and completely unprepared when it was little Puckerman opening the door instead. "Why are you here?" She asked before just walking past Jake, and the aroma of food coming from the kitchen led her straight in that direction until she spotted Morgan. "Bree Bianca Brown, what the fuck is this?" She huffed, already annoyed at this little ambush.

BREE really wasn't listening to anything anyone was saying. Instead, she was attuned to that front door and waiting for that fateful knock. Sooner than she was ready there it was. Popping open a bottle of good winne she poured herself a glass and chugged it. Hearing her full government named, she looked at Morgan, "If you'll excuse me." Then she went to the front door. met with a very unamused Eva. "Before you get mad, just remember I'm on your side."

PUCK wasn't surprised Santana managed to get her tubes tied so early in life. A bad ass through and through and he was glad that their daughter seemed to inheriet so much from her. Even if it did cause some challenges from time to time."Yeah, okay, not sure what that's got to do with Jake's birthday dinner. I mean, I already knew y'all set that up." Before he ould even have another thought, he heard a voice ring out through this big ass apartment and he'd know that voice anywhere. Without even looking back at Santana he just left the room and followed where the voice came from until he was face to face with Eva. Looking at his brother, he was starting to put the pieces together. "The fuck is going on?"

MORGAN watched as Jake started scooping food onto the plate, and he was about to speak up when there was a knock on the door. Morgan was pretty sure he'd been the only one invited tonight, for whatever reason, but maybe a family member was coming over? Or a close friend? Either way, Morgan quietly grabbed the plate as Jake exited the room, and just continued to scoop the food up, figuring that Jake wouldn't mind. It wasn't until he heard that familiar voice that he looked up, seeing Eva on the opposite of the kitchen island. "I-" he wasn't allowed to finish his sentence when the door opened again and Puck was stood right there, next to Eva. "This- I'm-...I was invited!" He quickly tried to reason, wanting them to know he hadn't planned for this. Sure, he was trying to win them back, but this wasn't on his list of ways.

EVA could only roll her eyes as Puck walked out next, and then she didn't even need Morgan to defend himself because she could already tell that Bree and Jake had set this up. Or at least she had assumed it was just them until she spotted Santana walking down the hall next, and now it really made sense. "Just so we're all clear, the last little ambush didn't go so well, so why are we doing this again?"

SANTANA didn't really get the confusion on the throuple's faces, or their lack of appreciation for the hard work that had gone into tricking all three of them like this, but she wasn't gonna stand for it either. "It's too late to yell this out, but surprise! Yes, all three of you were unaware that this was happening and yes, the three of us did set this up because we care about all of you. If any of you wanna fight about it, I'm down, but I'd advise you not to." She sassed with a grin. "Now, sit your asses down and talk." Was she demanding it? Yes. The only one who might fight her back on it was Eva, that much she knew, so she didn't even say anything else as she walked over and grabbed her hand, shoving her over on the couch. "Jake, you're guarding the door. Bree, get the wine. Puck and Morgan, both of you fucked up, again, so it's only fair that one of you start."

JAKE didn't know why Santana was always bossing everyone around, but he wasn't stupid enough to disobey a direct order from her either so he grabbed a chair from the dining room and placed it in front of the door. "Since it is my birthday, can someone get me a plate before the show starts?" He teased, sitting down in the chair and taking his phone out to record this, since he knew it would come in handy later.

BREE was glad that Santana was there, because even Bree can admit, Eva would have walked out, maybe Puck and Morgan too and all of this would have been for nothing. So she did as she was told and went to get the wine. Very good wine, that she knew for a fact was Eva's favorite. So she looked at Jake before she went to go get wine glasses and fill up two decanters.

PUCK kind of wanted to just leave, but it was his brother's birthday and Santana wasn't to be fucked with. So he sat down, not next to Eva and watched as Bree came in with the glasses and wine and he found himself struggling to look at Morgan right now. All of this didn't even feel real and he needed a minute for his brain to boot back up. "Can I get water or something?" He asked Bree, he was trying not to drink anymore. It was one of the many things he was obtaining from for the time being.

MORGAN was as confused as he always was - except maybe just slightly more than usual. The last time this had happened, it had not gone down well, and Morgan knew better than to try and talk to Puck and Eva, while there were other people there. But Santana was intimidating and he didn't know what she'd do if he just jumped out of the kitchen window, so he just slowly followed the group into the living room with the plate of food in hand. He decided to place his tall body in the doorway between the living room and dining room, so he could watch everything unfold from there. Puck refusing alcohol was an incredibly welcomed sight, and it warmed his heart, his eyes softening as he stared a little bit too long at him. But then he snapped out of it and he figured it'd be best to maybe speak up, since he was the one who'd last done everyone wrong anyway. "So- err...you both look good." He said, eyes darting between Eva and Puck.

SANTANA wasn't gonna let Bree serve everybody herself, since she probably was the most foreign to such out of the women in the room, so she got up and grabbed a plate of food for Jake. It was the least they could do since they had jacked whatever birthday plans he could have had with Bree. And busying herself was the only way to keep her from not slapping both Morgan and Puck in the back of their heads for being idiots, so she didn't even mind it this one time. But as soon as Morgan finally opened up his mouth to greet them, that urge increased. "Well, that's not how I'd greet people I claim to love after I royally fuck some shit up, but sure, Weston. Nice opening." She stated sarcastically, handing Jake his plate and a glass of wine before she went back for her own.

EVA could have left now, and she wasn't afraid of Santana so she'd fight her way out of here if she had to, but this was the first time she'd seen Puck since finding out what he'd done in lockdown. While dumbass #1 had tried to love bomb her since she'd last seen him, dumbass #2 hadn't so much as said a single word to her since she'd cried in his arms, and that horrifying moment alone called for some ounce of accountability on his part. "I always look good." She tossed at Morgan without even looking his way as her eyes were trained on Puck...for now. "Since we're clearly not getting out of this, let's skip the bullshit. Noah, what did you do during lockdown? Better yet, who did you do, and before you think about lying, he already ratted you out so your best bet is to just be honest."

PUCK could feel Eva's eyes on him and he was rebooted enough to know that he better look back. Probably the least he could do since he hadn't reached out to her since she cried on his shoulder. Which he now understands was also a dick move. And selfish and definitely not the actions of a man who loves her, so when she started asking about lockdown, it wasn't until she mentioned him telling her that he even realized she already knew. Fucking, Morgan. Couldn't even give Puck the ability to tell Eva himself. He decided to talk to Eva first and then deal with Morgan after. Look at that, him thinking, what an improvement. Thankfully, Bree came back with a water and he thanked her before chugging half the bottle. "On day four of the lockdown I got shit faced, had sex with some chick, kept drinking, then punched a wall. That's how I hurt my hand. I should have told you myself. Even if I didn't tell you that day we talked. I should have reached out and I should have told you the truth, instead of making excuses to justify not talking to you yet. I'm sorry for what I did during lockdown. I'm sorry for not telling you about it myself. I'm sorry for not reaching out and for ghosting you again." Now, Puck wanted to immediately throw Morgan under the bus but he wanted to Give him the opportunity he robbed Puck of to tell Eva himself and he wanted to get Eva the space to process what he said and say whatever she needed to say in return. He wasn't perfect and he knew he had a lot to answer for but he was trying.

MORGAN watched Santana, eyes squinting a little at her comment and he was about to speak up when Eva decided to go straight for Puck's throat, calling out his lack of communication. Morgan didn't even know about that part. To a certain degree, he was happy he'd told Eva, even if it wasn't his place to do so. He didn't know if Puck had planned on talking to her about it or not, but there was constantly that nagging in the back of his head, bringin him back into the classroom to be taught about Communications 101, and surely, telling Eva these things was a part of the curriculum, right? On the other hand, he could see how wrong it was too. This was Puck's story to tell, and so once the other man stopped, Morgan gave Jake his plate, leaving the man with two plates full of food now, and he stepped forward. "I'm sorry, too. Everything that I said those days; things came out so wrong. But I thought y'all deserved that kind of communication from me, y'know?"

EVA wasn't surprised that Puck had the sense to just come clean now, and she appreciated his little apology but it was too late for that too. She'd already told him once before about the ghosting, which he had a habit of doing whenever he'd fucked something up, and that should have been the first red flag that caused her to be done with this. Yet she'd ignored that one, and some others, so here they were. She didn't even need to process it since Morgan had given her the rundown of the important shit anyways, so she was about to brush off the apology until Morgan stepped towards them and uttered one of his own. That earned him an eye roll. "I'm pretty sure nothing came out wrong, Morgan." Everything he said had been crystal clear, in her opinion, so she didn't know why he was inserting himself into this right now. Turning her attention back to Puck, she shrugged. "I get how shitty your dad was, and how everything he's said and done has probably fucked you up, but that can't constantly be your excuse for why you make shitty decisions. Morgan and I both agreed on that when he told me what you did, and honestly, fuck you for letting me cry and be vulnerable and not having the balls to just be honest. That's a dick move." She huffed.

PUCK simply nodded at her words. Even though they stung, he had also been prepared to have his apology not accepted or have it be too little too late. While he was working on a larger apology to give her, his therapist and support group members had all made it clear that sometimes things are too far gone, but that doesn't mean you don't apologize. Because the apology isn't to fix it or get what you want. You apologize because you did something wrong, period. "Yes it is. I recently learned that even if you can explain it that will never excuse shitty behavior." Now that he'd said that, he could focus on Morgan and his lack of confession. Maybe he'd already told Eva, but something told him he hadn't. I mean would he have bothered telling Puck if he hadn't said he talked to Serena? Probably not. "I am wondering what kind of explanation he gave you" He looked at Eva. "-for why he fucked Serena probably fifteen minutes after whatever conversation he had with you about me." Puck still wasn't willing to look at Morgan, and he was being messy and he shouldn't have said it, because Morgan should have told her but fuck him. All the shit he gave Puck for his shitty coping mechanisms, to turn around and reveal his whole fucking secret relationship with Serena, still made his blood boil.

BREE gasped in her seat next to Jake. "Morgan." She said with heavy disappointment in her voice. She hadn't seen that one coming.

EVA didn't know how he'd come to this conclusion, but she was sure that either his mom or someone with some sort of qualifications had gotten him there. He sure as hell hadn't figured that out on his own, and she would have been proud of him for it if she wasn't mad at him. But when he started to turn the focus on Morgan and mentioned an explanation from him, she was slightly confused since Morgan had told her he didn't know what his feelings for that little punk were. And she was still pissed at him too, but when Puck revealed the new information, she was almost positive that her blood had never boiled like it was now. She also hadn't known that the man could hurt her any worse than he already had, but boy was she fucking wrong. "You fucking asshole." She hissed as she finally turned to Morgan. "You looked me right in my face and gave me that whole speech about your stupid heart tying into knots when you're with us, how losing us — or me or him or whatever — would be the biggest mistake of your life, and how I was the fucking one just to go fuck her immediately after that?" Eva hissed as she glared at him, and she didn't even know how she was fighting back tears right now but she sure as hell wasn't about to let him see her cry ever again.

SANTANA was thankful that she had refilled her glass because all of these revelations were too much, even for her, and she hated that things were this bad. Gulping down the full contents of her glass, she was now annoyed because Eva was clearly too good for them. But it also took a bitch to know a bitch, and she could see right through Eva's tough exterior and knew she was on the verge of tears. As if there were ever a time to step in, it was now. "Jake, turn the camera off." She stated before she glanced between the two idiots. "If there were ever a time for you two to be actual men for once, it's now. She should walk out of here and never look back, so you might wanna say whatever you need to say before she does."

JAKE nodded and quickly turned the camera off, and even he was baffled at this now. And as much as he loved his brother, he couldn't exactly support him and Morgan repeatedly hurting someone who obviously didn't deserve it. "Just so we're clear, this is the last time I'll be involved in setting you three up. I thought I was bad but damn, you two don't even deserve her."

MORGAN looked between Eva and Puck, feeling his brows furrow as he listened to Eva come for Puck and his actions. Was it true? Yes. Did she have to tell him that harshly? Morgan's heart hurt, wanting to step in and cradle Puck's face into his chest, but he also wanted to kiss Eva's lips so hard, because the way she was taking control turned him on like crazy. Gulping, Morgan was about to step in, choosing to defend Puck, but then he was interrupted before he could even say a word, and the other man decided to completely throw him under the bus. Everything that he hadn't yet told Eva, because he was playing the balancing game of making her miss him, before confessing about his wrong-doing. His eyes looking between the two started panicking, and his ears started ringing, and Bree's disappointed 'Morgan' was fuzzy in his brain. But then Eva spoke up, and it was like his ears snapped back, her voice crystal clear and he gulped hard. It was like he had this little voice inside his head, constantly doubting whatever he was going to say next. "I can explain!" 'Can you?' "It's all a big misunderstanding!" 'Is it?' "I didn't mean any of it!" 'Didn't you?' "Can you guys just shut up for a second?!" He finally snapped, his voice loud, and it was mostly directed to the voices in his head, but he turned to Santana and Jake. Looking back at Puck and Eva, he took a step forward and ran a hand through his beard. "Listen. I had sex with Serena, after our lunch, Eva," he started, trying to calmly explain what had happened. "I didn't do it to hurt you, you have to believe that! I had invited her over, so that we could get things cleared up and so I could move on, and focus on the two of you. I don't know what happened, it's like everything became blurry after that, because I wasn't thinking. About anything. And I should've." He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "I can't take it back now, but my mind's never been clearer. I meant what I said. I only want you two."

EVA honestly didn't need to hear shit else at this point, since Morgan crossing that line after their last conversation only solidified everything she'd said before. In fact, her mind her never been more made up than it was now. But when he raised his voice at them, both her and Santana made the exact same face, and she could tell the Latina was about to knock him upside his fucking head, just as she wanted to, but she waved her off dismissively. The last thing he needed was both of them about to throw hands, and she was sure that the odds had never been more in their favor. Just like the last time she'd seen him, there was more bullshit excuses coming her way, and she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes as he spoke. The audacity of him to come for Puck's excuse when he kept finding them for his actions too. Waiting until he was finished, she shook her head. "Right, so instead of doing like I told you to do and telling her what you told me, you fucked her? It didn't just happen because you weren't thinking, Morgan. You did it because you wanted to." That realization alone was enough to make her crack, but somehow, by some miracle, she held back her tears. For now. "Just like I said before, you both keep saying how you want this, how you're so sure of it now, but you both had to fuck someone else to be sure. I didn't. And honestly, all this proved was that even if we tried to do this, the second shit goes south or we have one fight, both of you are just gonna go stick your dicks in whatever hole gives you some attention. I deserve a lot better than that." Eva didn't really know what else she was even supposed to say now without repeating herself, so she stood back up and glanced between them. "I can't do this anymore, so I'm done. For good this time. You two can do whatever the fuck you want, but leave me out of it. I let both of you hurt me twice now, and I'll be damned if you do it ever again, so just stay away from me. Is that clear?"

MORGAN watched as Eva told him everything; everything that he'd done to fuck this up. She was coming for him, calling him out, and honestly, it was the truth. Morgan might've been dumb, but he could see exactly what she was saying, and it made sense to him. He had had sex with Serena because he'd wanted to, he had gone and stuck his dick in someone else, after a fight with Eva. And if anything, this just proved to him more that he needed to become a better man. That he needed to prove himself more. That this wasn't the end. If anything, it only made his desire for them stronger. "Eva..." he watched her stand up, wanting to say something, but not knowing what exactly. He needed his usual 3-4 business days to figure out what exactly he could do or say, in order to make any of this better.

PUCK could see the turmoil in Morgan, the realization that he was wrong, had been wrong but the fight to tell yourself you didn't mean it, that it wasn't you intention. That you weren't that guy because in your head you'd never treat someone you care about the way you're realizing you did. And Puck knew that's what was happening in his head because it's exactly what happened in his for weeks. listened while Eva spoke. Said everything Puck and Morgan deserved to hear. As everyone's voices filled his head, he felt a rage build up in him at Morgan, at himself too, but at Morgan more, but he was trying to decide if he had the right to say anything. Thankfully, Eva had plenty to say, to them both. All of it hurt but all of it true and when she said she couldn't do it anyone, he realized he had already accepted this outcome. Accepted that unless there was real change, provable change, in Morgan and Puck's coping mechanisms and behaviors, unless Eva had the time and the space to process and heal and rebuild herself, this was always going to end up here. For the first time, he finally understood why his mother told him as a child not to hold on so tight you squeeze the life out of what you're trying to hang on to. Nothing can grow in those conditions. While he had so much he needed to say to Eva he knew he couldn't say it now and even if he could she likely wouldn't hear it. So he simply turned to her and let his heart break as he looked at her, knowing the pain he caused. "I get it, and you're right, about all of it and imma stay away from you. I'll do everything I can to keep us from crossing paths again, not on campus, not anywhere." It hurt to say but it was the least he could do. Now, he needed to say something to Morgan and he wasn't all the way sure how. Getting up, he faced his- not his, cowboy, "She was my friend and you knew that. You could've picked anyone, but you picked my friend. Losing you and Eva is what I deserve, it's what I earned but Serena? I didn't earn that loss. And neither one of you cared enough about me to- to..." He trailed off, just staring at Morgan. Finally he looked away an at Santana, Bree and Jake. "Can I go?" He asked the three who set this up.

EVA honestly just needed to get out of here, get some air, and to move the fuck on from both of them. Morgan having nothing to say other than her name proved that he had nothing left to say right now, which made sense considering that he'd probably just run right back to Serena after this. And the Puck started talking and she didn't care what he had to say either. "Great, good to know you can commit to something." She muttered before she headed for the door, and Jake quickly jumped up and moved out of the way so she could leave.

SANTANA sighed as Eva left, and while the plan had gone off the rails, she had switched sides and was only rooting for Eva now. Well, she was rooting for Puck to get better and work through his shit, but romantically, she only cared about the woman in this throuple. Downing some more wine, she nodded at Puck's question. "Yeah, it's fine. I think you've said everything you needed to get off of your chest too, so no need to stay any longer." Not that he needed permission at this point anyways, but he had asked so she gave it to him.

JAKE wasn't for beating a dead horse so with Eva and now Puck being done, he was giving up on this throuple thing too. "Well, thank you both for coming anyways. And thank you for my birthday gifts. Sorry this didn't work out like we planned, but...good luck in whatever, or whoever, you do next, I guess?" He rambled, since he wasn't really sure what else to say. "I'll see you around, Morgan."

MORGAN's face resembled that of a kicked puppy, not knowing how to make any of this better. The way he'd not only ruined his relationship with Eva and Puck now, but he'd also come between Puck and Serena, knowing how the two were such good friends; at least that's what he figured based off of the fact that he'd caught him in her apartment that one time. But a part of him was screaming that this could be resolved. If he was stubborn enough; persistent enough. He loved them for crying out loud! He wasn't going to give up on them just yet. As he watched Eva leave, followed by Puck, Morgan sighed, and rubbed his temple in pure frustration. He had to think now, come up with something else, because he was pretty sure he'd cleaned out every single poppy and sunflower field in California in order to send them that crazy amount of flowers, so that wasn't an option until they'd grown back again. He had to think about his next move. What was the way to someone's heart? ... Eyes opening wide, Morgan looked at the three on-lookers and gave them an optimistic smile. "This was great, you guys, we should really do it again some other time, but I need to go, I have something- I have several things I gotta take care of." And with that, he ran out of the house, knowing exactly where to head next: his kitchen.

#eva anderson ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. eva )#morgan weston ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. morgan )#jake puckerman ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. jake )#santana lopez ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. santana )#°𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ the three fuckateers #― interaction tag #°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f

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notnickj · 7 months ago

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since nick and his brothers had a good few days left before they would be continuing their tour, he wanted to take this time and spend as much time as he could with selena. he knew she was busy with her filming schedule and soon he'd be out of the country uncertain of when selena would have time to fly out to see him perform. as much as he wanted her there, he knew her job came first and he would always support her wherever he may be, whether it'd be in the same state, or in a different country. in this moment, since they were both home, nick wanted to whisk her away and focus all his attention on her. walking into their bedroom, a smile appeared curved up onto his expression as his eyes gazed on selena while he approached her and placed his hands to her waist and pulled her close to him, "you're beautiful." he whispered as he kissed her shoulder softly, "do you have anything planned today? i was thinking we could spend the day together, just you and i." he commented softly while he rested his chin on her shoulder this time as his arms came to wrap around her. | @sellymarie

#i am not a smooth man | f2f interaction

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karofskyy · 10 months ago

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Dave was heading out of the showers after football practice, gym bag over his shoulder. He noticed Sam Evans ahead of him, and caught up. "Hey, Sam. Wanna go grab something to eat? I'm starving, right now." He was going to go get something eat either way, but he'd rather not do it alone.

#sam evans 1;#f2f interaction;

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blckbarbree · 4 months ago

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tagging ― Emma Hudson ( @emma-hudson )

date & time ― july 21 st & early evening

location ― california science center, birria pizza spot, bree's place

So far, this non date, has been the best date the youngest Brown has ever been on. In the past there was always so much pressure for one reason or another, but with Emma she could just be, have fun, be nerdy about telescopes and eat full fat foods and not only not get judged or told what work out regimen she'd have to do to work off everything, but her friend encourage her to enjoy and not think about the rest. It was freeing to just be. Not once did she feel awkward, or like she had to keep the mask up and perform.

After eating her fill of birria pizza she swung her legs over Emma's thighs and rested her head on the other girl's shoulder, getting comfortable. Taking in a deep breath, she realized she hadn't thought about Jake at all, well until this moment. Given everything that happened between them the night before she figured she'd be distracted all day but instead she was present. For the first time in months she wasn't fretting over her ex or trying to appear perfect with her new guy.

Smiling, she adjusted so she was looking at Emma, and wrapped her arms around her neck deciding to cross a boundary she'd been actively avoiding. Leaning forward she connected their lips, 100% sober. Pulling away, she didn't linger, but she was still smiling. "Thank you for today, it was perfect." Biting the inside of her cheek, she put on a more serious face. "I'm sorry for kind of disappearing last night.'

#emma hudson ― 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓰 #f2f °( ft. emma )#°𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓰 ↳ f2f #― interaction tag

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gil-estel · 2 years ago

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*sigh*

#my mom pointed out that I've been a lot more miserable at work since our meetings went back to being f2f #and i had to interact more with other adults #(and subsequently lost my daily hour of alone time)#she said i should put in a disability accomodations #request to attend meetings virtually #but alas that would mean obtaining an actual official diagnosis

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jemandtherobots · 2 years ago

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me dealing with a pushy f2f salesperson when there's somewhere i need to be

#dracula daily #i have the strangest interactions with f2f marketing folks it's great

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quanxui · 2 years ago

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deleted twitter, deleted my instagram, what's next!

#id delete my fb and messenger but god it's so ingrained in our (professional/academic) lives nowadays!#i love being accessible thru email or mails or telephones or f2f interactions onleh #ako

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drkatjones · 2 days ago

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was I invading in on your secret, was I too close to comfort || KATRICK

tagging: Patrick Flanagan ( @patrick-flanagan ) & Kat Jones

date & time: October 31, 2024 sometime at night

location: Somewhere in The Spare Room

warnings: none!

summary: After a brief moment of reconnection in Patrick's classroom, Patrick finds Kat the the Halloween party to confront her about why she ran away.

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PATRICK FLANAGAN

[He's been avoiding her the entire night, even if he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of her, but the two glasses of whiskey that he's had has given him a bit of liquid courage, and he makes a decision right then and there, walking straight up to Kat, pulling on her hand and bringing her over to a quiet corner.] What did I do wrong earlier?

KAT JONES

[hadn't seen Patrick, yet. This didn't really seem like his kind of thing anyway. But after what happened between them and her reaction, she wasn't sure she could face him right now. So, maybe it was for the best that she hadn't spotted him. Just as she got comfortable she was being pulled somewhere and if he hadn't been so familiar to all of her senses she would have panicked] Patrick, you can't just- [she looked at him her eyes darting back and forth trying to look at both of his at the same time] Nothing, I- I just had to go and get ready for this...

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries to search for an answer in Kat's face, not understanding anything.] You're telling me that this was more important than- you know what, this tracks. Was your little in-ear piece going off, were you being told to go back to your little FBI crew? I'm surprised your walkie talkie didn't make any noises.

KAT JONES

[this was her own fault. If she could just tell him what happened, then he wouldn't be reverting to this, again. God, she had just managed to see a little of her Patrick again and now she was watching him slip away] Please Patrick, that's not it. [she couldn't help but reach out to touch his hand, still feeling that electricity as her fingers found his] Please don't push me away. [she looked up at him, her eyes pleading]

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[Rolling his eyes, Patrick is so close to giving up, he reaches up and scratches his temple.] Then tell me how this was more important. [He gestures to the room, but she grabs his hand and it catches his attention.] You know, I wouldn't have come here tonight, had you not run out on me like that. I would've- it doesn't matter what I would've done. But I would've spent the night with you alone.

KAT JONES

I know. [And she had known. That was the reason she had left so quickly. It was obvious where they were going and it's what she wanted and she didn't know she was going to panic like that. But she had and now he thinks he did something wrong, when the truth was, it was her. She didn't want him to see her the way that she was now. She didn't want him to see the scars that hadn't been there before. Logically she knew they weren't that unsightly, the surgeons did a wonderful job and they've healed beautifully, but to her, they were the igliest things she'd ever seen and she hadn't quite worked out why she thought that yet.] It wasn't about this party and it wasn't about you, It was me. I wanted to- I want you, but I'm different.

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[He's growing more and more frustrated and impatient by the fact that she's saying so many things, but not actually talking to him. He just stands there, listening to her excuse, and yet again, rolls his eyes. His hand leaves hers, and instead, he leans it up against the wall behind her, caving her in.] Was it more exciting before? When you were working undercover and scoping out all of my deepest and darkest secrets? Did it turn you on, knowing that your team was sitting in a van somewhere on the street, listening in on everything we did? [He knows he is being horrible and unfair, but this is his way of coping.]

KAT JONES

[Had been surprised with Patrick's reapperence in her life. It had led her to do things before she really thought them through, but she should have been prepared for him to hit her where it hurt. Should have known he wouldn't be kind, that he wouldn't hold her hand or pull her close. That there wouldn't be a dozen tulips waiting at her door. He was so close to her and he never felt further away. She was desperate to bring him back to her. She wanted to kiss him and make it right but she knew the same thing would happen. She would panic and she still wouldn't be able to explain it. She just needed a little time to work up the courage to tell him the truth. For now though, she reached up and held his face in her hand, her thumb tracing his cheekbone.] They never heard anything you told me, they were never in those moments. It was always just us, Patrick.

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[All he wants to do is lean in and put his lips to hers, kiss her the way he'd kissed her earlier that day in his classroom. But he doesn't do it; his anger, his frustration is pulsating through his body, and it's enough to keep him from giving in to his primal impulses. Instead, he shakes his head.] You're not different. If what you're saying is true, about you not working for the FBI, then you're not different. There's just nothing in it for you anymore. The thrill of the chase is gone for you, Kat. I'm not going to get you off anymore. Not like I used to, because there's no reward for you to reap afterwards.

KAT JONES

[Hearing him reduce their relationship down to less than nothing for her, made her sad but more surprisingly it made her mad. Removing her hand from his face, she stood up straighter and set her jaw, anger in her eyes now.] Don't you dare tell me that what we had was nothing more than, than a damn adrenaline rush. [It wasn't after that Kat cursed, it felt too harsh to her when she said it, but sometimes it gave the exact right tone.] Something happened to me, Patrick. Something after you and it broke me! [She hadn't meant to get loud or in his face, but she wasn't about to let him say she wasn't in love with him when she was, she is.]

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[He is ready to give up, go back to him ignoring her, avoiding her on campus and walking the other way whenever he sees her, but then she bites back at him, and his jaw clenches. He isn't expecting that, but he also still isn't convinced.] Why won't you just tell me, Kat? [His voice is raised too, and he retracts his arm, standing up straight like her, to match her energy.] Why won't you talk to me?

KAT JONES

Because it isn't easy to talk about, not even to you, maybe especially to you. [She was breathing heavy and then as if on cue, her leg and back started to hurt and she leaned against the wall, trying to hide a wince and failing. It was embarrassing and she felt the flush rush over her face and the more aware of it she was, the worse it got and she started to feel anger again and she wanted it to go away. The pain, the anger, the trauma, all of it. Wanted to see if Patrick could make it go away. Closing her eyes for a moment she took in a deep breath and then exhaled.] This isn't the right time or place to tell you. I just can't tell you in the middle of a bar on Halloween while I'm dressed like a cat.

PATRICK FLANAGAN

[What the hell did that mean?! 'Especially to you'? Patrick scoffs, taking a step away and looking around the room, not seeing Kat's struggle, until he looks back and sees that she's leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. His eyebrows furrow in worry, until she says she can't talk to him about it now. He lets out a deep defeated sigh.] Fine. You know what? Find me when you're ready to tell me. Although, I'm sure you'll easily find another reason to not talk to me then too. [He steps away again, not bothering to even say goodbye.]

#patrick flanagan ― 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈 #f2f °( ft. patrick )#― interaction tag #°𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈 ↳ face to face

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heartsandwishes · 2 months ago

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"Yeah kid, I got the same one." He gave her head a small pat. "I think you pretty great though." (PLS DEADPOOL MUST BE FRIEND WITH XION)

"Pff.. Yea, I saw that.. So thanks- I'm sure you're pretty great yourself! ..Although I'm not actually a kid! I'm just kind of... I don't age, you know? I'm about 24 now, technically." they don't mind the headpat though.

"..Also, hi! I'm Xion!"

#ic f2f #Questions and answers #(#hiiii hello hiii i've not done this style in a million years on tumblr so i dont really know how to interact gjfdsgs thanks for popping inn #)#mouthymercx0x0

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aliford · 2 months ago

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the songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face || GIALI

tagging: Gigi Jones ( @giannajo ) & Ali Rutherford

date & time: Wednesday, August 21, 2024 some time at night

location: the PSU dance studio practice room

warnings: sober!ali lol but none

summary: pretty simply this is the first meeting between Gigi and Ali and it should have been nothing but it's kind of everything.

ALI looked at the time on her laptop, it had been like a full 12 hours since she last smoked, which explained why despite being in a sound proof studio everything was so... loud. Inside her head was a fucking nightmare or sounds, like music but out of order, upside down and backwards. Getting high calmed that, made things quiet again so she could do normal shit like sleep and watch tv, and talk to people, but the noise was good for her music so she didn't usually smoke on studio days or for gigs. But it had been fucking forever and she was gonna let her laptop and her decks get some rest. As she walked out something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. There was a dance studio accross the hall. She could only see part of whoever was in there but she already felt a pull and before she noticed her feet had brought her in full view of the dancer. The lines, her movements, how perfectly intune her body was with each and every beat that played, like her body and the music were one in the same. It was mesmerizing, so much so she hadn't realized she was just inside of the room, her head full of just the music coming from the speakers and her eyes focused on the physical embodiment of that music. Then their eyes met and Ali was brought back to reality. "Oh shit, my bad. I didn't mean to stare." She kinda yelled over the music.

GIANNA had been bored, to say the least, since she'd settled in back at home and been impatiently waiting for classes to start. Her mom had at least helped her spend a portion of the day going over future dance avenues she could explore after she obtained her next degree, but when the woman excused herself to go handle some work stuff, she'd decided to head to campus and take advantage of the dance studio. While she could have gone back to dancing at home, the full length mirrors in the studio and the sound system was just better for getting her in the zone. And as soon as she'd hit play on a track and started rehearsing old routines, the adrenaline was pumping and she was completely in her element. Gianna always felt at home when she was losing herself in a number, and this was no different seeing as how she was so lost that it took a few minutes before her eyes actually registered the other woman standing there, and the eye contact just barely startled her. Doing a pirouette en dedans to end her routine, she barely heard what the other woman yelled out so she stopped the music before turning to face her. "How long have you been standing there?"

ALI felt exposed as the music stopped and the uestion was a good solid question. Shame Ali didn't really have an answer that made sense. She didn't know the names of the moves and she definitely couldn't do them enough justice herself to show her what she saw. So, she did the only thing she could and mimicked the instrumentals with her voice, adding her hands to slap her legs for the percussive parts. No way she didn't look fucking ridiculous but surly the other woman would recognize that part of the song and get what she was trying to say. Stopping, because her legs were kind over the slapping, she just leaned against the bar along the wall. "About that long. I wasn't being creepy, I was just on my way out and it's hardnot to look at you." Thanks to the lack of weed, she processed what she said pretty quickly. "You're really fucking good, and it's hard not to watch." She tried to clarify.

GIANNA hadn't really met anyone that wasn't affiliated with the dance studio since enrolling in PSU, so the fact that someone who clearly wasn't a dance major had just stumbled in and watched her practice was surprising. She hadn't even expected anyone else to be around now, but she wasn't that bothered by it. When Ali started using her hand and legs to recreate the portion of the song she'd clearly walked in on, she was both impressed and conflicted as to why she didn't just give her a verbal response. Once she stopped the beat and finally spoke up again, Gianna blushed at her words. "Thank you." She answered through a cheeky grin. "Judging by the way you imitated that beat, I'm assuming you're musically inclined?" She questioned curiously before realizing they didn't even know one another's names. "I'm Gianna, by the way."

ALI felt the corner of her mouth go up in a rare but genuine smile at the sight of the other woman's flushed cheeks. It had been a while since she managed to elicit that kind of reaction out of anyone. Usually when she spoke people were confused, maybe they laughed but they never blushed, even if she was trying to pay them a compliment. "Yeah, I hit a drum here and there sometimes." It was a gross understatement, but it was meant to be sarcastic, hopefully that came through. "Gianna, sounds like a name my mom would like. My government name is Aliyah but only my mom calls me that, you can just call me Ali." She explained, pretty unecessarily but she was.... nervous? Is that what this flutter in her stomach and this warmth blanketing her skin meant? "There's a sound studio across the all, I've been in there the last 12 hours working on some new mixes. Didn't realize how late it got. I haven't seen you around the past ten years, you new to LA?"

GIANNA couldn't remember the last time someone had complimented her or made her blush, yet it was kind of nice. Sure, it was mostly her fault because she was usually so wrapped up in her studies and her family, but at least she was trying to find a balance now. She nodded at Ali's explanation of the music thing. "Just the drums?" She inquired. Sitting the remote for the music player down, she grabbed her water bottle and sipped on it as Aliyah kept talking. Maybe the girl was rambling now, like she normally did when talking to someone attractive, but she didn't mind it at all. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ali. Good to know that your mom would like my name." She smiled. "12 hours is a long ass time to be tucked away in a studio, but I completely understand that. And no, I'm not technically new to LA. I was raised here, but I was in New York the last 9 years for ballet school. Figured it was about time I came to PSU for the experience though."

ALI wasn't good at much but when it came to music, she was, what some might call, gifted. So, no, technically it wasn't just the drums, but that was her favorite. "Uh, nah, I can play a few things, just like the drums the best." It felt oddly personal to answer that question and it made the drummer realize, she really doesn't talk to people. And Jake doesn't count, because he's not a person he's... Jake. At the dancer's response to her rambling, Ali kinda wanted to sink into the floor, and hopefully reemerge on the other side in a different universe where she hadn't just brought her mom up in casual conversation with arguably the most stunningly etheral woman she'd ever seen. Focusing, something she could do now she was sober, on what Gianna was saying she was impressed. "Ballet school is fucking rough. Was talking to a chick a while ago who was in ballet school and most of the people who start don't finish. You're some kind of super human. PSU'll be a fucking party compared to that." It was actually kind of dope being about to talk like a normal person for a change. Usually she was just spewing whatever dumbass thought was rolling around in her brain.

GIANNA smiled as Ali admitted that she could play a handful of things. "Well since you got to watch me dance, it's only fair that I get to listen to your music sometime, right?" She didn't know why she'd even suggested such, but it was too late to take it back so she just went with it. She blushed again as Ali seemed to think that she was special just because she'd stuck with the whole ballet school thing, which was hell on Earth but also one of the most rewarding things she'd ever done. "I'm a disciplined dancer so even when it was hard, I couldn't bring myself to just give it up. Not after I'd dedicated so much time and auditions to it. But a party, huh? I've never been the party type, and I don't make friends that easily, but I'm sure this school will be a lot less strict." Gianna nodded. "Did your friend drop out of ballet school? Or did you two cut things off before you found out how things ended for her?"

ALI nodded in agreement. "Fair's fair." She replied trying to hide a smile but probably failing. However, she didn't set any plans because she wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not and she wasn't sure why it would be a bad idea. God, if this girl kept blushing it was gonna get really hard not to reach out and feel just how warm she made her cheeks. But even thinking it sounded fucking creepy, so instead she listened to the music in her head and logged it away for later. A warm harp riff, it'd been a while since she felt the urge to break out the angelic instrument. Listening to her talk about her dedication to her craft, woke something up in Ali, something she hadn't paid any attention to for years at this point. That fire and passion she use to have for her music, not that she didn't still love it, but she was always so fucking numb, standing here with Gianna, it was like her senses were set alight and it was overstimulating but there was also a comfortable humm to it."We gotta change that, college is for partying and I'm at a lot of them, not really for the party, I'm just there to spin some decks for the people. I'm generous like that." She put her hand to her chest in fake humility. "She dropped, ended up in culinary school, which is pretty dope and she didn't connect to the music the way you do, like it's an extension of you, like it is you. She does have that with food though. I visit where she's a Sous Chef sometimes."

GIANNA couldn't recall ever blushing like this before with anyone else, but it was probably because Ali kept giving her compliments and she'd never had that happen before either. All of this was new for her, but she wasn't complaining about it either. Raising a brow at Ali suggesting she party more now, she then nodded along as she pointed out that she apparently did some dj'ing or something like that for parties. "Oh, aren't you sweet?" She teased. "But I don't know, I'm not really here to party, and big crowds aren't exactly my thing. But how about you let me know when you're actually working the party, and maybe I'll come just to see you in action." She suggested, walking over to her bag and grabbing her phone before she walked back over. "Here." She hummed, holding the phone out to Ali. "And as for the Sous Chef, that's still pretty damn impressive. For her. But dance is my life, kinda how music seems to be yours, so I couldn't imagine doing anything else. Even if I don't know what sort of career I'll have with this longterm, I just..can't do anything else." She admitted.

ALI found her own cheeks were starter to get a little warm with all this blushing the dancer was doing. Is sympathetic blushing a thing? Despite her head getting louder and louder, the other girl's voice was so loud and clear in her ears, and it made listening to her impossible not to do. Again, she found herself smiling as Gianna went to get, what ended up being, her phone and the warmth from her cheeks started to creep down her neck, and god damn she hoped she didn't look like she had some kind of rash. Although she doubted the flush looked as cute on her as it did the other. Taking the phone, she put her number in and made her contact name, 'Ali 🥁'. Honestly, Ali was too afriad to speak incase she fucked this whole thing up, so she just handed the phone back. Again the music was still in her head but Gianna's voice was wrapping around it like a melody. "I know what you mean." She said simply and then starter backing away with little finger guns like a dumbass. "I texted myself so, if you start getting random memes, I made them and you're welcome." With that she saluted, again, like a dumbass, and finally left her presense and god damn she needed something strong, her head has never been louder.

#°𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚐 ↳ f2f #f2f °( ft. gigi )#― interaction tag #gigi jones ― 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚐

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limalatina · 9 months ago

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:: all's fair in love & carnival games ➢ f2f 001.

❝ ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖…𝔾𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ❞ ❤️

Of all the cringeworthy ideas attributed to the university, this one by far had to be the worst. Heart-shaped knickknacks, pink tinsel, and fairy lights lined the stalls along the pathway. Students acted like lovesick idiots while posing for cheesy couple photos. The whole thing made Santana feel tacky by association. She hated herself for even agreeing to come, instead of denying Rachel as usual. The two had spent over an hour meandering around, taking in the sights and the attractions. Her friend made several attempts to get her to crack a smile and have fun, most of which Santana ignored. She took the opportunity when Rachel seemed distracted to slip away. She would text her later explaining she wasn't feeling well and she'd be off the hook.

Santana had been in a funk for a few weeks now. She'd thrown herself into schoolwork instead of socializing with friends. Not even an impromptu trip to the nail salon had the same desired effect it used to. She didn't know why her mood change was so drastic, but it all started when her ex showed back up in town. Something about Giselle avoiding her got under her skin. Call her a spoiled brat or whatever — she wasn't used to not getting what she wanted. She'd tried to swallow her pride and temper that big ego of hers for the sake of holding a conversation; Giselle wouldn't let up, though. It felt like it was time for a new approach.

Santana messaged Giselle asking if she'd like to meet up, only to get shot down again. This time, by a not-so-nicely-worded poem. She could've called her mom and asked her to ping her location, but that seemed excessive, even for a madwoman like her. After some time passed with no response, she was content to give up and go home. The black Dior boots she had on weren't very functional, and while her look was stylish, it failed to withstand the dipping temperatures. She decided to seek refuge indoors and warm herself up with some hot chocolate instead. Santana hadn't expected to stay long, not with that shrill carnival music making her want to commit murder, but as fate would have it, she spotted Giselle sitting alone at one of the tables.

In that moment, she wished for something stronger in her cup to calm her nerves. It'd been three years since they'd spoken directly, having severed all ties following their breakup. Santana didn't know what sort of reaction she was in for. She'd intended to find out, though. Despite that nagging voice in her head that told her not to get caught back up in this whirlwind.

Santana ordered another hot chocolate before making her way over. She placed the cup down gently enough to not spill it, then propped an arm up on the table so she was hovering on one side of Giselle. "I took the liberty of adding sugar since you obviously don't like to play nice these days. All I ask is if you don't like it, please refrain from throwing it in my face. It took me forever to do my hair this morning." Her tone was playful while still rife with sarcasm: a Santana Lopez specialty. She switched positions then and slid into the bench on the opposite side of the table. When she finally made eye contact with Giselle, that overabundance of confidence faltered for just a moment. The realization hit her like a freight train. The woman sitting across from her was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever laid eyes on.

It took her a minute to recover, but she played it off the best she could. Complimenting Giselle now would only sound disingenuous and make her look like a sap. "When you didn't message me back, I figured you were busy. It's good to know you're still just dodging my texts. Old habits die hard, I guess." Communication had never been either of their strong suits, but they were fools to think not talking would solve any of their problems. "So, are you here alone or...?"

@wmu-giselle

#𝐯𝐢.⠀ ⸻⠀ ❝⠀interaction!#( w/ giselle clarke. )#( f2f: giselle c. )#( valentine's day 2024. )#this got longer than i expected so no need to match length lol

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puckhq · 1 month ago

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back to the streets || CLUSTERFUCK

tagging: Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ), Eva Anderson ( @anderseva ), Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ), Bree Brown ( @blckbarbree ) and Noah Puckerman

date & time: September 26, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: PSU campus Professor Anderson's classroom

warnings: none, just two besties being homies

summary: Morgan brings Jake along for some moral support while he attempts to apologize to Eva, Eva decided to make a lesson out of Morgan's post, Bree is there because she's in the class and Puck shoes up for a little razzle dale. Turns out Jake and Bree are still broken up and not so are the throuple.

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MORGAN's heart was beating hard underneath the denim shirt as he stepped through the doors of the classroom. Before this, he'd had a quick peptalk with Jake about how to do this, and he'd asked him to wait outside, for Morgan to return. Taking his cowboy hat off, the tall man saw Eva in the other end of the classroom, and he cleared his throat softly, not wanting to scare her, but also wanting her attention. "Hey," he said, not being able to give her a wave, because of his other arm being in the sling, but desperately wanting to. "So, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for-" Morgan was quickly interrupted by a loud group of students, entering the classroom and sitting down at the tables.

EVA was in the process of preparing her material for her next class when she heard someone clearing their throat, and she was expecting to see one of her students when she glanced over, yet that wasn't what she saw. She hadn't been sure whether Morgan had actually injured himself or not so she was slightly relieved to see him in a sling now. It sucked that he was hurt, sure, but she was still pissed and wasn't about to fold just because of it. Luckily some students came in next, so she just shrugged at him. "Either leave or take a seat, Mr. Weston." She stated sternly.

BREE was looking at her phone on the way to the class where she was the lesson, willing zhake to text her back. Getting annoyed at the lack of communication from him, she put her phone back in her tote and when she looked up to turn the corner to the lecture room, she saw the last person she would have imagined to be standing outside of her class. "Jake?" She asked stopping in front of him. "Did you kniw I was in this class or- why are you here?"

JAKE didn't know why he was still standing out here as students were walking into the classroom, but Morgan hadn't come back out yet so he was assuming the man's groveling hadn't panned out yet. If he wanted to stay and beg her for her forgiveness in front of her students, that was his damn business, but he wasn't sure how long he was supposed to be waiting. And he would have complained if he hadn't spotted Bree as she said his name. "Shit." He muttered to himself as she approached him. "I didn't even know you had Professor Anderson's class at this time, so no. I'm here for...moral support, I guess? I gave Morgan tips on how to apologize to her, so I'm just waiting for him to finish so I can take his bike for a spin." He shrugged. "You should probably go on in.."

MORGAN looked slightly defeated as all the students came in, and even more so at Eva's harsh tone. He gulped hard and nodded, looking around and hoping Jake would be there in the crowd. He had the choice of leaving or staying, and he had to think fast; something he wasn't great at. "I- yeah, two seconds," he begged, quickly running through the crowd and up to the door. His cowboy hat found his head again, and he was slightly surprised to see Bree standing there too. "Hey, Bree," he quickly greeted her before grabbing a hold of Jake's arm. "Man, you gotta come in with me, we gotta- we need to sit down, come, please!" He urged, and dragged him into the room to find a seat. Somehow, the only row available was right at the front.

JAKE was about to let out a sigh of relief when he heard Morgan's voice, assuming he was just greeting Bree before they made their getaway, but that excitement was short lived the second his arm was grabbed. "Huh?" He blinked, sure that he was hearing this wrong. Why was he being dragged into this again? He didn't know, but he didn't have time to register any of it as he was being dragged into the classroom. "Morgan, what the hell?" He whispered, noting the only open seats at the front row. "Dude, this isn't even my drama. You're dragging the wrong Puckerman in here!"

MORGAN moved through the people who were finding their seats, in order to get to the front row. "Just do this for me, please?" Morgan begged in a whisper, turning to Jake briefly. "I'll give you my motorcycle if you do this for me." He reasoned, and moved to sit down, looking around at all the students who were getting out their notebooks and laptops, knowing he didn't have anything with him and must've looked out of place. He gulped hard, took the hat off again, and turned to face Eva, ready for the class to start.

JAKE didn't want to sit through a lecture that wasn't one of his own, and especially not when it was the professor his brother and Morgan were doing whatever the hell they were doing with, but the promise of the bike was good enough to change his mind. "Deal. And if you try to renege on this deal, I'm breaking your little love fest up." He warned as he went ahead and sat down right next to Morgan.

EVA was slightly surprised that Morgan had dragged the younger Puckerman into her classroom with him, but that explained the apology he'd been trying to give before he was interrupted. But with him in her class, she decided to pivot her lesson for the day. "Ms. Brown, come sit up here. We're gonna table my lecture about your brand for today." She stated as she grabbed her laptop and hooked it up to the projector, instantly pulling up Morgan's little thirst trap. "Since we have some guests in class, today's lesson will be on how not to market something." She stated before she smirked over at Morgan.

MORGAN reached into the pocket of his jeans and grabbed the keys to the bike and put them into Jake's hands; the deal was already done, Jake was staying and Morgan was one motorcycle down. His eyes stayed on Eva though, as he watched her move about, like the Goddess she was, and it wasn't until she looked over at him with her smirk that he realized what was going on, tearing his eyes away from her, and connecting with the projector and his post on the social media platform. His cheeks started burning, and he knew that he was turning bright red, and he closed his eyes in pure defeat as he sunk deeper and deeper into his seat. This was how Eva wanted to get revenge, and Morgan still didn't know what for, but he was sure he was about to find out!

BREE had to admit she was a little disappointed (read. a lot disappointed) that Jake wasn't there to make some kind of gesture to/for her. But that disappointment was replaced with confusion as he explained and then even more confusion when Morgan appeared and dragged her ex into the classroom. Since when did Jake know Morgan well enough to offer him moral support and moral support for what? Hearing Eva- Professor Anderson, call her to sit down and announce the lesson plan change, she walking to the front where she always sat and motioned for Jake to move down one. Something told her sitting between these two was for the best.

PUCK thought he could catch Eva before her class started, maybe make out, they could both cop a feel or two. Was he in duty? Yeah, but if something went down or he was needed his walkie and his earpiece would start getting real loud. The door to her room was open so he assumed he had good timing, but as he approached he saw her at the front and a whole bunch of students. Man, she looked so good up there, sexy as fuck how did anyone pay attention? Something caught his eye in the front row. Is that Jake? but Bree was next to him so maybe- is that Morgan? Yeah, nah, whatever the fuck was going on he did not need to be a part of it. Just as he was gonna dip he caught Eva's eye. Shit.

EVA knew this was probably some form of inappropriate given the throuple’s obvious situationship flaws, but it also wasn’t in her nature to care either. Her class was here to learn about proper communication techniques, and she worked much better with real life examples so this was fitting. Almost as fitting as when she happened to look towards her still open classroom door and spotted Puck — and she didn’t believe in coincidences so this had to be some sort of sign. “Stop right there, Mr. Puckerman — Noah. You’re already here, so please shut my door behind you and then come join the rest of the peanut gallery.” She stated as she motioned to the front row where the rest of her guests were.

JAKE’s eyes widened when he heard his brother’s name, and when he looked over at the door and saw Puck standing there, he was sure this was some sort of karma for the throuple. “Bree..” He whispered as he lightly tapped his ex’s leg. “You think Professor Anderson will get mad if I record this? I need to get this on camera so I can show Ali and Maya later.” He chuckled.

PUCK knew leaving now would just land him in even more trouble than he was already, apparently, in with the professor. So he accepted his fate, gave a "Yes, ma'am." Making his way to the front he sat on the other side of Morgan, leaning into him to speak lowly. "Dude, the fuck did you do and why am I in trouble for it too?"

BREE was pretty interested to see how all of this was going to shake out. Watchung the dynamic between the professor, the security guard and the cowboy, she now knew who Morgan's lovers were and my God was that an image. Turning to look at Jake as he spoke she couldn't see why not. "Given her vibe right now, she might want to see the video herself." Bree also thought having the ability to rewatch this lesson might benefit Jake's uncommunicative ass.

MORGAN couldn't imagine anything worse. Eva was pulling a whole lecture out of her ass, using Morgan as an example on how to not communicate, and everyone would know about it. At least mostly everyone. One person wouldn't get lectured, which was great for Morgan because he really didn't need to know- the cowboy turned his head, and saw Puck in the doorway, instantly groaning and sinking even further into his seat. He was pretty much almost on the floor as he side-eyed his lover making his way to sit down next to him. He didn't know what to answer, so instead, he just brought the cowboy hat up to hide the face that was as red as a ripe tomato in july.

PUCK kind of wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. But even he could tell this was somehow a whole lot of serious wrapped up in a kinda funny package. Being mindful of the cowboy's shoulder, he pat his leg and leaned in again. "Hidin your face is gonna make it worse, man. You better look her in the eye for this."

MORGAN felt the pat on his leg from Puck and swallowed hard as he nodded. Of course the other man was right. It was better to just take it straight on the chin. So he slowly lowered the cowboy hat, sat up, and cleared his throat, telling himself that he would survive this, and he'd be fine - the fake confidence helped a lot, and he was ready to hear about what he'd done wrong, as he kept his eyes peeled on Eva

EVA rolled her eyes once Morgan gave her his undivided attention, and then she turned towards her actual class. "Okay class, who wants to tell me what's wrong with this post?" She asked, and as per her class rules, answers started being called out. "It's giving..thirsty." "Yeah, dude is basically asking for somebody to come over and have sex with him." "He would've been better off just asking who was DTF." "He said masseuse because he wanted a happy ending." "Dude probably wasn't even hurt." Her class validating her interpretation of the post would have stroked her ego if she wasn't still mad, so she just nodded as she walked over and stood in front of the man of the hour. "As you can all see, he is really injured — unless that sling is just for show. But by reading this post, not a single one of you genuinely believed it, and does anyone know why that is?" She asked, and she was surprised to see Jake sitting up in his seat.

JAKE shrugged as he gave Eva his attention. "The man didn't know his audience. As someone who kinda knows the dude, I don't think he meant for it to be a thirst trap, but he also didn't take into account that half of the people on social media see a dude that looks like him posting something like that and their minds go straight to the gutter." He pointed out before leaned up to look at Morgan, and then at Puck. "See how easy it was to pick up on the lesson? Maybe y'all do need to enroll and take this class." He joked.

MORGAN listened to all of the reasons that had Eva acting the way she had, and it finally clicked for him. Of course, it was the post itself and how, in a moment of pure weakness and desperation for help, he hadn't represented himself in the most modest way, and therefore probably not the most truthful way either. He bit the inside of his cheek, fully understanding everything. Even Jake understood before he did - and then continued to throw him under the bus. He leaned in over the table slightly, looking past Bree, eyes connecting with Jake's, and a whisper came out. "I want those keys back." He said sternly before leaning back again, and hesitantingly raising his good arm, so he could talk. "Like Jake said, I didn't mean for it to be a thirst trap - I didn't even think it could be, given how pathetic I was; I mean, what's sexy 'bout that?" Morgan started, turning to look at the students around him, to defend himself, before turning back around to face Eva. "That post was a legit question - the way that a dogwalker would ask where the nearest park is, or a surfer would ask where the best waves are at," His voice was soft and gentle, his eyebrows furrowing. "I genuinely had no idea it could be interpreted as me whoring myself out, but I get it now. It wasn't very thought-out." But why did it have Eva act that way though? He was tempted to ask that question in front of the class, but he figured it'd be better to have it be on a one-on-one basis with her.

BREE damn near rolled her eyes as Jake spoke because this is probably the most she'd heard his voice in a month and it annoyed her to no end that for this he could listen and communicate. But when he came to her suddenly he's on mute. Listening to him and Eva though, she realized she hadn't taken Morgan's post that way, but even she mentioned his two lovers being good options. So clearly, even subconsciously she had seen at least a little of what everyone else was see. She did pat his leg for comfort while he was being eviscerated by the class, the professor and Jake, of all people. She felt bad for him, being in the spotlight wasn't all that fun and she knew that.

PUCK listened as everyone piled on to the man next to him. It was actually kinda funny, like it shouldn't be but he did sputter out a laigh at one point. Look he tried to hold it back but the situation was fucking insane. As Morgan defended himself, he knew that was usually not the way to go, but he did manage to understand Eva's perspctive in the end, but like the man was actually injured. Eva knew that, and even if she didn't why was she so damn mad? I mean, she wasn't wearing those heels and that dress for them the other night, so why's she still so pissed. Raising his hand, he spoke. "What does it matter though? Like why're you mad at it? You his girlfriend. 'Cause if dude is single then isn't he allowed to be thirsty on main?"

EVA should have expected Morgan to defend himself and be just as fucking genuine and dumb as she knew him to be. If there was one thing she could always count on when it came to both him and Puck, it was that they were so fucking dumb when it came to certain things, and she usually liked it. But with this incident? Not so much. But she had to admit that she could believe him now that he'd explained himself, and maybe she should have just asked him from the jump instead of chewing him out. It was too late for that now though, and then before she could add on to what Jake had said, the other Puckerman decided to chime in — and just like that, Eva was seeing red again. Luckily that damn kid who had flirted with her the first day of class decided to interrupt before she could snap at Puck. "If Professor Anderson was his girl, he'd be a damn fool to be horny for anyone else. And you're coming at her a little too hard so pipe down, Paul Blart." He chuckled, and Eva had to bite back a smirk at that. "Okay, okay...the point here is that the message in this post was lost and came off as if he were selling himself. And in this class, the first thing my students are learning is the important of effective communication — a lesson even some of today's guests need to learn." She sassed with an eye roll. "And on that note, we're gonna end class early today. Everyone except for the idiots on the first row can go." Eva decided.

JAKE raised a brow as the students started to get up and head out, glancing down the row at the idiots. "So, she means her unofficial boyfriends, right? Not me?" He asked before he glanced at Bree. "She wasn't talking about you either, I don't think, so we should head out, just to be safe. 'Cause I don't wanna be here for...whatever she's gonna do to them."

BREE scoffed, "I thought you wanted to get it all on camera, don't back out now, Little Puck." Okay she had an attitude because she realized this asshole has managed to communicate enough to form a whole friendship with Morgan. Sit there through, whatever point Eva was trying to prove, just to be moral support to Morgan and yes, it pissed her off that she didn't think he would do the same for her. Hell, he hadn't even cared that she went out in public with him. Something that apparently matter so much to him before. The man had moved on from her and she was allowed to have attitude about it.

PUCK didn't have time for this. Whatever this was, it was between Morgan and Eva and had exactly zero to do with him. Not to mention he was on the clock, so despite Eva's words he stood up, flipping off the kid that called him Paul Blart, that Eva let call him that and when pretty much everyone had filed out, he looked at the others and Eva. "Yeah, I'm good. Whatever this shit is, ain't got nothing to do with me. As mall cop as I might be, it is my job and I actually need it. So have fun with.... all of this." Looking over at his brother and Bree, he spoke to them. "I'd leave if I were you, they're definitely the type to fuck it out. Unless y'all are into that, they might not mind an audience." He made to leave.

EVA rolled her eyes at Puck being dramatic, as per usual. He was on the clock anyways but it wasn’t about him, so she didn’t even know why the fuck he had so much to say in Morgan’s defense right now, but she also didn’t care. Once most of the students had cleared out, she shrugged. “Nobody is fucking anything out. I don’t even know what your issue is, Noah, but—” She paused as Jake waved his hands at her.

JAKE was already seeing how left this was about to go and he didn’t need to hear anything about fucking. “Dude, all of y’all need to chill out.” He groaned. “Bro, you’re not a mall cop, and you’re coming at Eva like she did something to you too so clearly all three of y’all need to talk. And this thing y’all are doing is messy like this anyways, and those are Maya’s words too.”

PUCK couldn't believe Jake was actually setting himself up like that. "First of all, I'm not coming at anybody. There's a lot of tension between them. Always has been. This whole thing is just her refusing to admit she has actual feelings for Morgan and is mad he might be looking somewhere else when she's right there. I don't know what they've got going on with each other but it seems like it's more serious. Plus I got it on good authority they'd like to defile that desk." Puck laughed though, as he buttoned his suit jack back up. "But you trying to tell people to be less messy in their relationship is fucking hilarious. Maybe you should take your own advice. When's the last time you talked to Bree about how you feel? Or are you still playing that game where she has to bring it up first and say all the right things, probably grovel and beg before you consider acknowledging her again?" The one fucking day his walkie isn't going the fuck off.

JAKE wasn’t even sure why Puck was coming at him now, but clearly he was in a fucking mood for some reason and she didn’t get it. Nor did he get why Puck was calling him out about his shit with Bree. “We just went shopping together to spend Gabe’s money, so mind your business.” He whined. “And last I checked, I did tell her how I felt. She knows I love her, but do Eva and Morgan know how you actually feel about them? Outside of the sex?” He countered. “And regardless, all of this was about Morgan. Not you, him. But that comment about whatever is going on with them being more serious makes it sound like you’re the odd man out of this threesome shit, so you should be focused on figuring that out, bro.”

MORGAN appreciated little sign of support from Bree, but he also understood why Eva was upset, and why everyone was coming at him, the way they were. He'd sold himself in a way that wasn't fair to the people he'd been seeing; even though he'd finally realized they weren't completely exclusive, as he originally thought they were. He was about to speak up, when Puck jumped in with questions that even Morgan knew wasn't the appropriate time to ask. And then Eva replied back, dismissing the class. And then Jake jumped in. And then it became this thing between the two Puckermans for no reason. "Okay, okay, okay!" Morgan finally said, slightly raising his voice - he didn't even know he had that in him! "I think it's safe to say that we've all got a lot of stuff goin' on, and I don't think we need to be pointin' our fingers at each other, because it clearly doesn't help anything." He said, calmly but confidently. "Jake, thanks for bringing me here, feel free to go to my place, and take a motorcycle home with you." He started, dismissing the Puckerman brother before turning to the next person. "Bree, it was wonderful to see you, as always. Let me know when you're free to catch up again." He smiled at her, before turning to look at both Eva and Puck. "Let's have this talk then, the three of us."

BREE was just soaking in everything that was going on, fully intending to just sit there and watch what happened between the throuple. But Jake could leave, go communicate with whatever new bitch he was entertaining now, but also fuck him if Puck was right and he was just waiting for Bree to do and say the right things first. Why would she initiate a conversations when every time she tries he melodramatically ends the conversation. As Jake responded to his brother, Bree was just... confused. "Is that your way of saying you still love me? Because as far as I know, you did but now you don't. So maybe instead of making these grand statements to your brother you should just talk to me." Now Bree was rolling her eyes.

PUCK had never heard Morgan raise his voice before. It was pretty damn commanding, even with the sling. At the mention of Jake getting a one of Morgan's motorcycle's, Puck whipped his phone out to text his daughter, because she was absolutely not getting on the back of one of those things. By the time he sent that Morgan was looking at him and Eva insisting they all talk about whatever, except why did Puck need to be there? "Your shit with her and her shit with you is between you two. What am I suppose to do? Sit here and nod along while y'all hash it out? I've got work." Technically his shift ended in three minutes but that wasn't the fucking point.

MORGAN was starting to get annoyed, feeling like no one was listening to him or taking him seriously, and he hated it. It was just like his dad, who only liked the sound of his own voice, and never gave Morgan any time or place to say anything. "No, my shit with her is also my shit with you, Puck," Morgan said sternly, connecting his eyes with the other man to bring the point across. "This started out as just sex between the three of us, and we agreed to keep doing that, both as a threesome but also with each other, and I don't know what happened - and I don't know if it's just me - but I'm startin' to feel like there's more than just sex involved here, and we gotta start addressin' that! We can't ignore it, especially when it turns into whatever the hell this was." Morgan clenched his jaw, wanting to show everyone here that he'd learned Eva's lesson about communication.

JAKE should have expected Bree to have an opinion on what both he and Puck had said, but considering that it wasn't the most pressing matter right now, he wasn't sure why it was on the table. Nor did he feel like dealing with it today. "I have a bike to pick up and a project to go work on, so I don't have time for this today. You three have fun working your shit out, and I'll...talk to you later, Bree." He shrugged before quickly making his exit before someone tried to stop him.

EVA definitely didn't feel like doing the whole more than sex talk now (or ever), and she didn't have any other classes for the day so she didn't have a real excuse for getting out of this, but she was sure as hell about to find one. She watched Jake leave before she turned to Bree. "I'll send you some stuff to look over before our next class." She promised before she shuffled over to her desk to start gathering up her belongings. "And as for you two, I don't think we have anything else to talk about, so you can both find your way out as well."

BREE just nodded atEva's words before gathering her stuff and leaving. Mouthing a 'good luck' to Morgan. Truly and honestly, she couldn't fucking stand Jake. He really just fucking left her there, didn't give her a chance to say anything and didn't answer her question. Just basically waved her off with his disingenuous, we'll talk later. All she's tried todo for weeks is talk to him and he's made it clear time after time he's just not going to do it. So fine. They won't talk. Saves her the effort of apologizing and the embarrassment of telling him she loves him for him to just wave that off too. With that, she left.

PUCK could not believe how fucking dumb all of this this actually was. Like the fuck was this? High school? Was this the first time they were all feeling some kind of way. He was fucking tired and annoyed and just over all this shit. Could he leave? Yeah, but not before he said his fucking peace. "Hoy fuck, this is dumb." It felt pretty good to say that out loud. "Eva clearly has real feelings for you, can't figure out why she'd go through all of this shit and then still act like a 13 year old about it, but here we fucking are and Morgan obviously has actual feelings for you right back or he wouldn't have given a flying fuck that you were obviously fucking pissed at him." He said looking between the two. "And I'm just over here having feelings for the both of you like the absolute fucking moron I am. I'm sick and tired of watching you two dance around your feelings. Jusy fucking be together." He was definitely louder than he meant to be but the whole situation was exhausting and he didn't wanna sit here and deal with the shit anymore.

MORGAN felt completely defeated hearing Eva's dismissal of the two men. "Y'know, for someone teachin' 'bout communication, you sure do avoid it a lot," Morgan remarked confidently, growing tired of this game that they were playing. And it didn't help when Puck then started chiming in. The tall cowboy grew more and more offended, hearing that their conversation from the other day and everything he'd told him had been for deaf ears. Taking a moment to think through his next move, Morgan gently picked up his cowboy hat and put it on his head, exiting the row he'd been standing behind. "I don't think we're gonna make any progress 'ere," he said very calmly and nodded to himself affirmingly. "You won't talk," he said to Eva. "And you won't listen," he continued to Puck. "We're just gonna be goin' 'round and 'round, and you both seem too busy to be doin' that these days, so maybe we oughta just quit it while we're ahead of the game, huh?"

EVA didn’t know how all of this was spiraling the way that it was, but she was beyond prepared to just walk out and forget about this drama until Puck spoke up. She didn’t get why he kept leaving himself out of this equation, but when he confessed how he felt about them, her jaw dropped as she just stared at him. Everything Morgan said went out the window, so to speak, as she tried to process that bomb dropping. “Wait, whoa, let’s run that back.” She finally spoke up. “Puck…did you just say that you have feelings for both of us? Like did I just hear that correctly?”

PUCK had barely registered his own confession and had already accepted heartbreak given Morgan's words. For whatever reason he thought Eva wouldn't acknowledge anything he said. Didn't really think she'd acknowledge anything either of the men said. Just figured she'd laugh at them or something and leave, never to speak to either of them again. So imagine his shock when not only was she not leaving but she was asking him to clarify. While he really didn't want to, he figured it was out there now, ain't no point it getting shy about it now. Plus, the adrenaline was helping him power through. "Yes, Eva, I have legit, romantic, wanna be with you, kind of feelings for you and Morgan. I don't want either one if ya fucking anyone that isn't each other or me. I don't want you going on fucking dates with anyone other than each other or me. Like shit man, I wouldn't have asked you to go with me to bail my dad out if I didn't wanna be with you." He said looking at Eva before turning to look at Morgan. "Friday wouldn't have happened if I didn't wanna be with you." He wanted no confusion, no room for interpretation, because that's all there's been between the three since they started this shit. "There. Communication 101, be fucking honest."

MORGAN was ready to leave, catching a cab home to the ranch, not wanting to spend any more time not communicating. He'd expected Eva to just blow everything Puck said off, the way that Morgan had, because Puck had sounded so delusional about him being the third-wheel, he'd overlooked what Eva managed to pick up on. And then came the explanation from Puck. 'Legit romantic, wanna be with you, kind of feelings'. He didn't know what to say, he was speechless, as he took a step back, sitting on one of the desks at the front row in the empty classroom. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to do? "I don't want anyone touching you, but Eva and me." He finally said to Puck, even though he'd already made that point once in a text to him. "I don't want anyone touchin' Eva, but Puck and me."

EVA's eyes widened when Puck clarified that she had in fact heard him correctly, and he didn't even hesitate to expand on it now. Honestly, she wanted nothing more than to just run out of her classroom since this was all a little too real for her, but it was too late now so instead she just put her bag down and sat on top of her desk. Puck's mention of dates and fucking other people made her question just what had been happening that she didn't know about, but she didn't even have time to focus on that before it was Morgan's turn to speak up, and that was yet another shake up for her. "Fuck." She groaned as she ran a hand through her hair. Opening up about her feelings wasn't easy for her, so Eva decided to do what she did best and deflect. "Hold on — have you two been going on dates with other people? And fucking them?" She questioned.

MORGAN didn't exactly know what to expect from Eva and her reaction to the two men admitting these things to her. Looking over at Puck briefly to try and read his emotions too, he knew that they probably could've done this in a more gentle way, but there was no turning back now. When she finally did talk up again, it wasn't about feelings or anything like that, and Morgan's eyebrows shot up, completely taken aback by the direction she was going, and the fact that she was as shocked as she was - had she not been seeing other people? Clearing his throat, he hesitated to answer, before finally choosing to do so. "Um, well, you see, Puck said he was chill with us datin' other people, so I figured that meant that y'all were also doin' that, and I was the last person not to. I didn't wanna look stupid. But I literally only went on one date. No funny business." He quickly defended himself, but figuring it would never be enough.

PUCK wasn't surprised that Eva changed the topic. Everyone knows deflection 101 and a communications professors would know more than anyone how and when to do it, and yet this was kinda obvious and sloppy. Puck wasn't sure what that ment, either she didn't feel the same or she did and was ironically unwilling to say so. Then Morgan had to go say some shit that wasn't even true, so he was gonna have to clear that up first and admit to what happened between him and Kurt which he knew was gonna derail the whole fucking thing and make him the villain in this shit... again. "That's not what I said, man. I said I was trying to be chill with the fact that y'all could date other folk if you wanted to. Don't make your date with Serena about some shit I said, because if anything, I said I didn't want that." Unfortunately that couldn't be the end of that shit, he still had to answer Eva's question. "I went out with someone a few days ago, got my dick sucked, we were gonna do more but I couldn't, didn't feel right."

EVA was deflecting, yes, but that didn’t change the fact that she was learning shit she apparently hadn’t been privy to before now that they were having this talk. She took in what Morgan said first, and then Puck’s attempt at defending himself before admitting what he’d done too, and then she found herself chewing on the inside of her cheek as she processed it all. She was slightly pissed off, or maybe more so annoyed, and she was sure nothing she had to say to them now was gonna be nice. “So let me get this straight: you two had a talk about whatever the fuck the expectations were for whatever this is, didn’t include me, and then you both went out with other people? And this was either before or after you both ghosted me for days and then showed up to give me a sex apology?“ She questioned with a roll of her eyes. “This is exactly why I don’t do feelings and relationships. Now I’m the only idiot who wasn’t fucking around with anyone else, so fuck both of you.” She huffed as she pushed herself up from her desk. “You can have each other, or whoever else you’ve been dating.”

MORGAN had apparently completely misunderstood everything, and that had probably been where it all started. Biting his lip, he knew he'd fucked up. But if Puck had feelings for them, why would he try to be cool with it, if they did want to date other people? It was all so complicated, and if Morgan's head didn't hurt before, it hurt now. And then Puck admitted to having been intimate with someone, and it wasn't just Morgan's head that hurt. It was also his heart. It was like someone had punched him right in the gut, and then kicked him in the legs to make him fall over. "You- huh. Didn't feel right." Morgan clenched his jaw, feeling the anger brewing. He was so disappointed. And then, in typical Eva fashion, she said everything that was just hitting the nail on the head. But then something within Morgan snapped. He wasn't sure what, but he knew he needed answers. He turned to Eva. "So you're tellin' me this little lecture was "just" you teaching your students, and not you being upset that I'd presented myself as a thirst trap to other people that weren't you and Puck, and gettin' back at me for it? You're tellin' me that you giving up like this - 'bout to walk out of this damn classroom, not going forward with us - ain't because you've got some sort of feelings lingering?" Morgan shook his head - it hurt, and he didn't want to do this anymore. "I'm gonna go home now." He finally decided, and walked out, leaving Puck and Eva behind.

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