#(f2f interactions)

[chxrlie-humman]

@jxmorrison

location: Morrison/O'Donoghue Home

Of course, Charlie knew it was risk coming here. But he had decided to take it anyways. Technically they were still married actually they were married. No technically about it. They were married. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door and waited for the blonde to answer. But instead he was greeted by her former co-star and the guy that played Captain Hook. "I'm looking for Jennifer." Charlie waited, while Colin got her but on his way out, he told Charlie that she would be there in a moment. Waiting in the foyer, he looked around a little bit as he waited.

[chrisxevans]

@hqneens

location: The Mayor's Party

Once he got Nina's address, he took a quick shower to get ready. Finally deciding on wearing something simple which was a pair of black jeans, black sweeter and a blue jacket. After grabbing everything that he needed, he moved out to his car and got in. Typing the address into the GPS, he made his way over there as fast as he could. Getting out of his car after he parked it, he went over to the door and knocked on it, waiting for Nina to answer.

[ace-with--a-mace]

weather is starting to feel like i need to rewatch jatp

[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.

[codonoghueism]

@jxmorrison

Location: Morrison/O'Donoghue Home

When Jennifer had told him that he needed to come, he told Maura that he had to go and that she would be able to reach him on his cell. Pulling up to their home, he parked his car and moved inside. "Love?" He called out, slipping off his jacket, he hung it up. Moving into the living room, while he was looking for her. Clearly they needed to talk about something. Like who that guy was and what he wanted.

[jamiexdornan]

@jxmorrison

location: Snowball Fight

Jamie had decided to move, after much discussion with Amelia, they decided to move together to Beacon Cove. It had been Jennifer who had suggested it to Jamie and he was thankful for that. Yes, Amelia and him lived in different neighborhoods. But they still did their best to co parent so it was best if they lived in the area at least. Making a snowball, he tossed it at the blonde. " 'Ello, gorgeous." He smiled over at her.

[tomxellisx]

@lanaxparrillax

location: The Mayor's House

Moving into the Mayor's house, the party was already kicking off. "Seems like everyone is already having fun." He chuckled a little bit. "But I do believe the party just started because we are both here now." Tom smiled, looking over at her. "Shall we grab a drink and then a table? Or should we mingle a little bit?" He questioned, wondering what she would want to do.

[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.

[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.]