#(f2f interactions)

[ace-with--a-mace]

weather is starting to feel like i need to rewatch jatp

[codonoghueism]

Surprise Visits | F2F | Colifer

location: Jennifer's Resort Room

@jenniferxmorrison

Jennifer had been a big help for Colin while they were in Paris and honestly it was so good seeing her. Those couple of days had been amazing and one of the best times that he had lately. But it was back to reality now, his ex wife and him were divorced and sharing custody of their children. Right now though they were with Helen this way Colin could get settled. But before he did that he wanted to surprise one of his good friends, hell at this point she had became his best friend.

After pulling up Auberge du Soleil Resort, he gave his keys to the valet and then grabbed his suit case for the weekend along with some of her favorite food. Moving inside, he went to the front desk, and asked which room was hers. Once he got that information after it took a bit, he moved into the elevator and hit the button. He wasn't expecting to stay with her, he would get a room after they had their visit. Getting out of the elevator after he reached her floor, he found her room.

Taking a deep breath in, he let it out a moment later. Raising a hand, he knocked on the door and waited for the blonde to answer. Maybe this was a bad idea, but yet here he was. Doing it anyways. There had been plenty of things named in the divorce not that he would tell anyone what those were right now. But his friendship with Jennifer had been one of those things. But it wasn't her fault. They were close friends again probably his best friend at this point. Sighing a little bit as he waited. He hoped he got the right room and wasn't be lead on a wild goose chase.

[aliford]

tagging ― ali rutherford & Stacey Evans @staceyevanspsu location ― stacey's place date/time ― idk let's go with today July, 28,, 2024 @ 3 ish pm

Today was cheesecake day and while she might not look it on the outside, on the inside Ali was fucking stoked. Cheesecake was one of her favorite things and this blonde angel lady from the internet was willing to give her the knowledge and the skills to potentially have cheesecake every day. So, she went grocery shopping, well, she ordered the ingredients off of Instacart but for Ali that's as close as it's gonna get. Also dumping a bunch of sound equipment and shit into the basket on her Bike, because step one to podcasting is knowing how to use the shit you need to use. Hopefully Stacey was cool with a two week speed course.

GPS-ing her way to the other chick's place, she awkwardly gathered up everything in her, thankfully, long arms, and realized she had no hands and instead kicked the door a couple times. Probably sounded like the fucking cops but the other option was using her head and both her brother and Jake had said that she had to stop doing that. Which was fair, she only had so many brain cells left, poor things were fighting for their life up there.

[limalatina]

are we out of the woods ?🌲

Santana found herself at a crossroads, torn between her own fear and desire. The memories of past arguments and unresolved issues lingered in the corners of her mind, warning her against diving headfirst into a relationship that had once caused her so much pain. Yet, the warmth of Giselle's presence, the tender moments shared under the Mexican sun, whispered promises of a brighter future together. The Latina's heart longed to embrace this newfound peace and possibility, even as her brain hesitated, wary of the uncharted territory ahead. The prospect of a weekend getaway held the promise of renewal, while the gentle hum of the car engine provided a soothing backdrop to the spirited conversation between the two women. Their laughter floated through the air, painting a picture of intimacy and understanding. As they turned off the main road, the trees growing taller and the air growing sweeter, Santana felt a sense of determination settle in her chest. This was it, their chance to confront the demons, to face the music, and to emerge victorious.

Nestled amidst the trees, the lake house stood as a magnificent oasis. It boasted towering glass windows, spanning three stories high, and a spacious deck, furnished with comfortable lounge chairs. Below, a rock waterfall cascaded gently into a shimmering swimming pool. Most of the area was enveloped by lush forests, except for a patio that offered a stunning view of the lake. By the time they finished unpacking their belongings, the sun had dipped behind the trees, emanating a warm glow from the twinkling lights around the fire pit. The Latina suggested grilling outside while Coco explored their new abode, often pausing to admire the surroundings — particularly her girlfriend, whose beauty remained unmatched. Once she’d tended to the simmering vegetables on the grill, Santana approached the other woman from behind and embraced her tightly. Toned arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies molding together perfectly. Resting her chin on Giselle's shoulder, she smiled as they gazed out over the tranquil waters. "I almost forgot how beautiful this place is; it stirs up so many memories." Despite the passing years and the shadow of her parents' separation, the family lake house remained a sanctuary of cherished memories. It was a place of nostalgia, of childhood adventures and family gatherings. As Santana held her girlfriend close, she knew it was meant to be shared with someone destined to be by her side always.

"I know where my dad stashes the Bourbon in case you wanted to have a little fun later and go skinny dipping." Her playful suggestion hung in the air like a promise, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire on Giselle's skin as she planted soft kisses along her neck. The long car ride had left Santana feeling a bit antsy, eager to satisfy her impulses before things escalated and they ended up spending the whole night breaking in the new house. Since rekindling their romance, neither of them had been successful in holding back their desires, and the Latina anticipated that this weekend would be no exception. "Oh, and just so you know, the pool is heated," she added with a mischievous smirk before stepping away to tend to the food. Taking the kebabs off the grill, she placed them on a nearby plate, ready to be savored. Coco bounced over shortly after with her tail wagging, likely enticed by the delicious aromas. Santana shot the dog a look before settling into a lawn chair. "If we're still planning to take the little troublemaker for a walk, we should do it soon before it gets dark." With a knowing glance, she imagined what a twilight stroll through the forest might entail, a prelude to the night of excitement and passion that lay ahead.

[pdubwes]

Location: New York after Zoey's Show

@zceydcutch

It had been nice to see Nina, clear the air and such. He just hoped that he was able to make things better for Zoey and Nina. That was all that he actually wanted. He wanted to make everything right for everyone. Was he upset about the whole Glen and Nina dating again? No, he wasn't really not anymore. As long as Glen didn't hurt her again that was what mattered. After getting on his flight, he put in his Airpods and listening to music to pass the time. Flying was something that he actually didn't mind. He had done alot of over his career so there was that when it came to flying.

Once the plane landed, he got off it when it was time and he rented a car this time instead of just using an Uber. Stopping by a flower shop, he picked up some of her favorite flowers. Heading straight to the theater afterwards. Catching the tail end of the show, he was proud of her and he couldn't deny that nor did he want to actually want to deny that. Maybe it was time to come clean and come out to everyone. He would see how she felt about that over dinner. Getting backstage once they were all done, he made his way over to her dressing room and knocked on the door. Waiting for her to answer, holding onto the flowers.

[psutina]

"Excuse me, can you reach that cat shirt in the size medium? I think my cat might be a size medium now. And uh wow you're so tall and gorgeous. I swear I'm not creepy, but I just wanted you to know. " @mac-ancheese

[puckhq]

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.

word count: 5,808

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.

[notnickj]

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

[karofskyy]

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.

[blckbarbree]

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.'

[jemandtherobots]

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

[quanxui]

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

[drkatjones]

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.

word count: 1,403

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.]

[aliford]

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.

[limalatina]

:: 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...?"

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[jacobbenisreal]

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Just got out of class! Heading to my dorm now! Don't have to be in my last class for a couple hours!

{ PRIVATE } Awesome! I'm coming over now! hehehe. And I haven't played video games in a long time. My dad said they were addicting and I have sports rage, and he said that I would probably have gamers rage, too.

JBI shows up at Sam's dorm with 20 cinnamon roll bites. "April Fools!!!!"