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they do say good food is the way to someone's heart || SELF-PARA

featuring: Noah Puckerman and an impressive amount of home cooked food

mentions: Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ) & Maya Puckerman

date & time: Friday, November 1, 2024 @ 7:00(ish) pm

location: Puck's house

warnings: none!

summary: Four days after the field's worth of sunflowers showed up, it looks like Morgan has another gesture of love up his sleeve. This time it's Maya who's there to witness it.

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"Dad!" the voice of his daughter rang through the whole house before Puck even had a chance to acknowledge the knock he thought he heard on the door. "Someone's at the door, I'm busy!"

There was a 50/50 chance that she really was busy but hey, if she wanted to wait even longer for dinner then fine, he could continue to procrastinate by answering the door. It took him a couple of minutes to actually get to the door and it seemed weird that there hadn't been another knock. He almost didn't bother, but he was expecting a package so just incase it got here early, he opened the door.

For the second time this week he was frozen in place at the sight before him. Which also meant once the shock wore off he knew exactly who had left it there. Sidestepping the table of serving dishes, no doubt filled with food, he knew it was a long shot, but maybe he'd be able to catch whoever delivered it. After looking down the street, subconsciously looking for Morgan's truck, he walked back to his front door where his daughter was lifting the silver lids off of the food.

"First a field's worth of flowers, now a buffet's worth of food? What're you in a rom com? OOO-" she saw the spaghetti and meatballs, her favorite meal, one of the many things Puck passed down to his child. "So are we in the middle of the movie where the grand gestures get rejected or the end where they win you back?" She asked taking the sunflower out of it's vase.

instead of answering her, he started bringing the food in the house. Putting dish after dish on the dining room table. It wasn't like it was working, but these gestures made it really hard not to think about the cowboy, not to call him or text him or show up at his place. But he knew that it wouldn't fix anything. But he did want to see him, which is probably why he hoped he could catch him, if he did personally deliver all of this.

"Dad, you good?" Maya asked putting down the last serving dish of food on the table.

Opening that dish to see another dish of breakfast food, Puck couldn't help but let a little smile slip. "I'm good, kid." He replied automatically.

Puck could feel his daughter's eyes on him, the same way his mother would study him before saying what she needed to say or asking what she wanted to ask. "You were happy with Eva and Morgan, like the kind of happy that me, grandma, uncle jake and even mom make you. We're your people and I think Eva and Morgan got inducted into your little circle. Now you're missing two of us and you're sad because you put pieces of your heart and soul into each one of us, so when we're not around it's like pieces of you are missing."

Now, his kid being smart he knew, didn't get that from him, but apparently she did manage to get his people skills. Although, she's definitely more perceptive of the world around her than he was at her age. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders her pulled her in and brushed back her curls to kiss her forehead. "You're a smart kid, you know that?" It was a rhetorical question, he knew she knew. "I'm working on it." Was all he could offer, biting off a piece of a waffle.

Maya nodded her head in understanding. "I don't know what he did but I do know getting thousands of one flower isn't easy and that cooking this amount of food is an all day thing. Maybe it's not the apology you need but I don't know, at least he's trying. Maybe you can send him a thank you for the flowers and food text." She was pushing it and she knew it, but Puck had no ability to be mad at her about it, so instead he sent her to go set the table, his mom and Jake would probably be back soon and they were definitely gonna have to help eat all this food.

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

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

date & time: October 30, 2024 at night

location: Bree's fancy ass apartment

warnings: mentions of alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sitting in a field of a thousand sunflowers || SELF-PARA

featuring: Noah Puckerman and a thousand sunflowers

mentions: Morgan Weston ( @morgan-weston ) & Nora Puckerman

date & time: Monday, October 28, 2024 @ 3:00(ish) pm

location: Puck's house

warnings: none!

summary: After an honest and open conversation with Morgan online, Puck comes home the next day to find half of his house filled with Sunflowers. It is both one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen and one of the most heartbreaking gesture's.

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Stepping through the threshold of his home, the former Marine threw his stuff by the shoe rack before kicking the door closed with his boot covered foot. Usually, Maya was already at his side telling him anything and everything about her day and it was kind of his favorite part about coming home. Yet, no Maya but he did hear noise coming from the dining room. Moving through his house, he already recognized the sounds of his mother.

Smiling, he leaned against the frame of the arch that was between the kitchen and the dining room. "I forgot Maya had debate club today." He said mostly to alert his mother to his presence, even though he knew she'd heard him the moment he'd walked in the door.

Moving into the kitchen, he picked up the mail on the counter and flipped through it, not sure what he was hoping to see there. "Do you have group tonight?" His mother voice carried to the kitchen. Putting the mail down, he went back into the other room, noticing a strong floral smell filling his nostrils. It had been there before but now it was so much stronger. Where is that coming from? He asked himself but let it go to answer his mom.

"Yeah, not until 6:00 though." He answered and then noticed sunflowers on the dining room table. "Uh, why are there three dozen sunflowers on the table?" He asked it with a laugh, they were his favorite. He thought maybe his mom bought them to put around the house, it looked like she had already put them in vases, or maybe they came that way.

"These are from a delivery you go not too long ago. Why don't you go put these outside. I'll get us some sweet tea-" He almost cut her off but she put her hand up. "I made it with your non sugar, sugar, don't worry. Your macros are safe."

"Thanks, ma." Gathering the flowers in his arms, he made his way to the sliding glass door in the back of the house and with the flowers in his way, he had to blindly open the door. Once he did, he placed the vases down on the table in front of him. It was then he finally looked up.

"What the-" He moved around the table and walked along the grass path that was left visible in a display, of what must have been, a thousand sunflowers. Now, Puck's backyard was pretty sizeable and right now a quarter of it was covered in his favorite flower and he was stunned in place. This was impossible to describe and the sight was so overwhelming he didn't even think to wonder, where the hell did these all come from?

Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and when he looked next to him, his mother was there and he didn't even realize he was smiling as he looked back out at his mini field of sunflowers. "There was no note with the delivery, just one thousand sunflowers for you."

Putting a hand over his heart, he felt himself let out a shaky breath. "There are only three people who know these are my favorite." He looked at his mom again. "You, Maya and-" He looked around him again, "Morgan."

Thankfully, his mother had brought over two chairs. As she pat his arm, he looked behind him at the chair and was grateful to sit. "Morgan is one of the people you..." she let her words trail off like she wanted him to fill in the blank.

"Fell in love with." It wasn't really what he'd meant to say, was the first time he'd said it out loud and there was a pang in his heart as he sat among the flowers, that he'd never get to say it out loud to the two people he really wanted to say it to.

Even without looking, he could tell his mom has a pleased smile on her face. "You kind of avoided saying those words the last time were were back here talking."

"I couldn't say it then." He admitted. There were a lot of reason for that, the main one was that saying it out loud made it real. Made it something he couldn't take back and pretend he never felt if nothing ever panned out for them again.

"And now you can?" Nora asked her son. "Does that mean the flowers worked or?" Looking over at his mom, confusion written on his face. His mother laughed, "I mean you don't send someone a thousand of their favorite flower because you're not trying to apologize for something."

Smiling himself, he looked down at his hands, before he leaned forward, forearms on his thighs and sighed. "It's- I mean this is..." It was beautiful and it was romantic and it was exactly something Morgan would do and it gave him goosebumps on his arms and a warm flush the ran from his chest all the way up to his cheeks. ,ade him lose his breath, and when he looked out in front of him he could see the tall frame of his cowboy, hat and all, surrounded by all these flowers, a bit shy with that hat over his heart and a smile on his face.

"It's beautiful." His mother's voice brought him and and he nodded, looking down at his hands again. "But it isn't what you needed from 'im, was it?" She asked and he looked over at her before shaking his head this time. Unable to find anymore words he leaned back in his chair and just looked out at sight before him, simultaneously, enthralled and heartbroken. He'd barely noticed his mom get up until she was leaning down to place a kiss on the top of his head before she headed back inside. Leaving him to just sit and take in the grand gesture.

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I mean I get that. I usually end up talking about him for like two hours after every class, without even realizing. It's starting to annoy my kid and my coworkers. Only one's I can think of are Spiderman and Mary Jane/Gwen Stacey or Wanda and Vison. Y'all would kill both of those. I'm better. Talked to my mom, well she talked to me, really. I'm getting some real help. So... yeah.

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It's the way that talking about Tommy is literally my favorite conversation at all times. He's good! We're good. Just trying to figure out a couples costume. I'm real handy with a 3D printer and a Cricut. Do you have any suggestions? We're nerds but I also prefer comic book accurate characters. How are you in the aftermath of all that? Or do you not want to talk about it?

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You think I can't get past security, I am security. Dont' really know what point I'm trying to prove here, since you already said I was invited. Guess I just needed it out there that I could probably, maybe, make it past a security team. Yeah, my brain knew they were fine but it also wasn't willing to believe that shit without visual proof. I don't know, shit was weird, glad it's over. Do y'all have a wedding date or anything? Do you need someone to plan your bachelorette party?

I know, I realized it felt kind of awkward to just so casually say it... Thanks though, dude. You'll totally be invited, don't worry. My mom will be so annoying about security and stuff. That's good, I know how worried you were. And I mean, I told you they'd be fine, but I get the need to see it for yourself. You held up well.

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PUCK: the D in DILF does stand for dad PUCK: don't know they even they're fan of 'em, they just know about 'em PUCK: i mean yeah that's... i'm dealing with a friend now who did that to me and i ain't gonna lie to you, she don't feel like much of a friend anymore, but you might be able to save your friendship with Eva, I don't know though 'cause i still gotta figure out how to earn her trust back for myself PUCK: dude, you fucked noel??

PUCK: guess it outta be called, how to kinda get away with murder PUCK: this is my first one, not a fan tbh PUCK: you didn't that was my own fault, but I'm working on addressing the root of the problem as my mom says PUCK: you want it to go past that?

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PUCK: yeah, no problem, and I hope so too, i mean i'm actually trying this time so that's something already PUCK: well, i appreciate that. and i think you've got some new good times ahead of you

Avery: I'll see ya then. Avery: Thank you, for tellin me that, and I hope you get what you need outta what you're doing. It's a hard thing, lookin at yourself like that, makin changes, but it's usually worth it. Avery: I've got people I could ask, ain't gotta try too hard there, just keep gettin reminded of the old times, but I'll be alright. Ain't gonna disrespect ya by dwellin on it.

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PUCK: it wasmy birthday and it wasn't just a threesome, it was a relationship PUCK: WAIT!? PUCK: EVA IS YOU'RE SISTER?!?!?!!? PUCK: damn, you both have the last name Anderson and you're both hot, I shoulda put that together PUCK: not gonna apologize for being with her though and if she even give me another chance, man, i'm taking it, your sister or not PUCK: she isn't just some chick i had a threesome with, i care about her, i love her. i will apologize for hurting her though and I'm trying to work on my shit so I don't do it again

COOPER: thanks man I try

COOPER: also quick question, why did you have a threesome with my sister and that cowboy dude?

COOPER: I should kick your ass but I need my face nice for auditions.

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That was a whole lot to say. And I know that me saying what I said in that text hurt you and confused you, but you can't put it on me and Eva why you caught feelings for somebody else, that ain't right. Just like I gotta own that I never should have gone on that date with Kurt, blowjob or not, because I should have been talking to you and Eva about how I was feeling, even if I didn't understand it yet. I have to own that but doing what I did, I hurt you, I hurt Eva, I hurt Kurt and I hurt myself. I have to own that I shouldn't have gotten shit faced during lockdown and fucked some random chick and damn near broken my hand on a fucking wall. Not just because it ended up hurting you, but because it made my family look at me with so much concern it broke my fucking heart. It wasn't healthy and again it just hurt me and people I love and care about. I have to own my shit and so do you, man. Because would you be talking about you fucked this up for us and it was just sex, if Serena had told you she had feelings for you or would you be laid up with her right now, laughing and smiling and falling more and more for her? And if you got all these feelings for someone else then what kind of love do you really have for Eva and me? Do you actually have any?

I wanna be mad at you but I'm not. I'm disappointed, I'm hurt, I'm heartbroken but I figure that's probably what I deserved. So as far as you and me are concerned, we're even. And for what it's worth, what I feel for you and for Eva hasn't changed, not for a second, not even a little bit. Guess, that ain't really worth much now though, is it?

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Serena and I met when her car broke down, out on the road next to my ranch, so I helped her fix it. I gave her my number in case she had any more car troubles. She invited me out, and we went on that date where you saw me. We went dancin' and we kissed twice - once durin' the dancing and once when we said 'goodnight'. This was after you were willin' to try and be cool with us dating other people, but I'm not gonna get into that. When I injured my shoulder, you came over to help, but our talk- you weren't talking to me. And lord knows Eva sure as hell wasn't even willing to acknowledge me after that day in the classroom; but Serena was there for me. And I don't mean in any kind of sexual way. I don't know what happened between our date and the injury, but the feelin' between us was nothing but friendly. She distracted me from not being able to work, by taking me to a vintage car show. She wanted to take me to Tuscany, but I ain't got a passport, so that didn't happen. Instead, we had a great time, bondin' over cars and she showed me some places she grew up. Nothin' happened between us at the car show though. We just looked at, and drove some nice cars and ate some food, and got to know each other in ways that friends do. I mean, there were several moments where I felt stuff between her and I, but I got confirmation the other evenin' that it was just me, so. But then the earthquake happened, and we were stuck at the cafeteria together. And y'know, I'm more of a survivalist than she probably is, with her bein' a city girl and all. And I just helped her the first few days, tried to make sure she ate, played some games with her, kept her sleeping bag close to mine - again, nothin' happened. Especially not once more people came, and she kissed Tina. And then, you know that Eva came, and that whole conversation took place, but there was also some drama and I guess I just kinda bailed on Serena, even if it wasn't on purpose, but y'know me, I'm not the social kinda guy. Anyway, we got out of the lockdown, she was upset with me over the bailing, so I apologized to her by inviting her over to dinner as a way to say that I was 'sorry'. It happened after a conversation with Eva - I told her what I told you, about Serena and I - and she didn't take it very well. Anyway, I had Serena over for dinner, and I apologized for not havin' paid more attention to her towards those last days, and she apologized for expecting more attention from me. I told her 'bout those feelings that I was havin' for her, that I'd picked up on during the car show, but I also told her that the heartbreak I was feelin' from you and Eva had me wantin' to make that better - I don't really know what happened, I think I blacked out after that, because all of a sudden, we were kissin', and stuff. Puck- I-...we had sex. But that's all! She told me she was attracted to me, but there was no mention of feelings or anythin', she just wanted to have sex and I- I fucked this up for us, I know that.

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Okay. I wouldn't mind hearing it from you.

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Look, I don't remember what I've told you or not, but I'll happily give you the breakdown of what's happened.

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And she told me whole lot more about y'all then you did. I guess I'm just trynna figure out why you never said anything about how much time y'all were spending together. I mean I thought it was a little weird that you went from going on a date you didn't know was a date to having feelings for her but I guess I just wasn't hearing it in diner.

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And?

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I talked to Serena.

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How many times have you been in love?

I think I've loved everyone I've ever been with. Not sure I was ever in it though, you know what I mean? I never let myself get that far or, I guess, it's maybe more accurate to say I ain't never let the relationship get that far. I think I've hurt the people I've been with by being a dick about whatever feelings they might've had for me but I've probably managed to avoid breaking their heart. Since only one of 'em said they were in love with me and to be honest, I don't know that I believe it. Not trynna be that guy who tells someone how they feel 'cause I'm insecure or whatever, but hard to believe dude was in love with me when he was building a whole relationship with someone else at the same time. But I don't know, maybe it don't work like that and just because they weren't in love with me doesn't mean I didn't break their heart. Either way, these days I got bigger fish to fry than worrying about being in love or if anyone's been in love with me. @averydunn @anderseva @morgan-weston

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PUCK: pretty sure your face and abs are enough to pick people up but i kinda admire your dedication to the craft

📲 COOPUCK

COOPER: hey bro!

COOPER: let’s go out to the bars again, it’s been. Whole and I have new martial to pick up some dates.

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PUCK: guess it outta be called, how to kinda get away with murder PUCK: this is my first one, not a fan tbh PUCK: you didn't that was my own fault, but I'm working on addressing the root of the problem as my mom says PUCK: you want it to go past that?

KURT: kinda.

KURT: learned the hard way during my first earthquake!

KURT: I’m sorry if I complicated things.

KURT: yeah, I’m not sure if it’s going to go past hooking up.

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PUCK: cool how does Sunday sound then? PUCK: yeah, I know what you mean but i've been told a lot actually, that i got a tendency to use sex in a toxic and unhealthy way and it just ends up hurting people I care about PUCK: not that I've gotta tell you that, but I'm trynna work on it so believe it or not I'm doing the whole, no sex thing for a while PUCK: I'd offer to eat you out but I think that counts as sex so PUCK: but i can offer you food and time with Maya and I'm a hell of a wingman, bet i could help get you laid, though i find it hard to believe you need help with that

Avery: My weekends are pretty bare. Avery: Bit of both, I think. You being near brings back the good times, y'know?

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Pretty sure people would be into watching an angel do un-angelic shit. People are kinky like that. Is that even kinky? But I am keeping it PG for a while so, for anyone who doesn't wanna see an angel being hellish, I can give them what they want.

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Yeah, I’ll leave the angelic act to someone more convincing. Besides, I always have more fun playing everyone’s worst nightmare. And if things go down like last year... well, we shouldn’t ruin people’s beliefs by letting them watch an angel doing that.