#bree ( ft. jake puckerman )

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thread five title || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Friday May 23, 2025 @ around 7:00 pm

location: An adult Arcade in LA

warnings: none!

summary:

word count: 0000

BREE BROWN

It had been a couple of weeks since their last fight, break up, issue, whatever you wanted to call it. The realization that their previous relationship hadn't really been what they'd built it up to be had hit her hard. While it took a lot of working herself up, she did manage to bring all of it up in her therapy sessions. It stuck with her that she didn't really know that much about Jake. It felt like she knew him too well sometimes, but basic things, she just didn't know. Maybe that's why she challenged herself to think of a date idea that he would like, based on what she does know about him. They had to start somewhere. It took her a couple of weeks to find something, but in the meantime she did reach out to him, just to talk. To ask him how he was doing, what he was up to. She even broke her own routine to work out with him. It had actually been fun, and she confirmed that she did, genuinely, enjoy his company. It made her feel more confident about asking him out, something she had absolutely never done before. But she figured, he would have taken her out before if she had allowed it. So, the least she could do was try and make that up to him by making the first move. Her therapist agreed. Given that she knew he liked computers, video games and competition, she had narrowed it down to paintball and laser tag. But ultimately, laser tag felt a bit more her friendly. I mean, little kids played laser tag so how hard could it be? Plus, she wanted the date to be something she thought he would like but that she could also enjoy. Her therapist pointed out that, that was kind of the point. In her defense, she'd never been on an actual date, but she was learning. After she texted her ex to ask when he was free, she told him she had an outing for them planned and to wear comfortable dark clothes and shoes. She figured he would assume whatever it was would be something bougie, and she found she was actually excited to see how he reacted to everything. This was probably this most dressed down she had ever been in public. Even her make up was giving natural beauty and she was wearing sneakers and leggings. It wasn't so much about Jake seeing her like this, it was everyone else but for the first time, she didn't really care. That might change if there a headline tomorrow about her letting herself go or something but for now, she was excited and as they approached Jake's place, she texted him that they were outside. Unsure of what to do, she remembered what her therapist said, what would you want him to do? So, she got out of the car and went to his side of the car, to open the door and while she thought maybe that was too literal, it was still a nice gesture. As she waited for him, she felt... nervous but in a good way. 

JAKE PUCKERMAN

If someone had told Jake that one encounter with his ex where she had to see him with another woman was all it would take for her to step up and offer the kind of attention other women were freely giving him, he would've been sure it was bullshit. He hadn't even expected anything he'd said the last time he saw her to have resonated with her, so her sending texts to check in and just communicate in general had been puzzling at first. He wasn't used to it, and part of him assumed it wasn't genuine — it was just something she heard him say other women were doing, so she was forcing it. But as the weeks went on and she became consistent with it, and then even joined him for a gym workout, he could tell she was doing it because she'd valued what he'd said and was trying. But it was her suggesting an outing that truly threw him for a loop. Her saying it was casual let him know that it wasn't some posh ass thing, thankfully, so he just settled for jeans, a plain old Versace tee, and a pair of sneakers. It would have been Eva approved, so that meant it was good enough, he decided. Once Bree's text came through, he tucked his wallet into his pocket and headed down to the parking lot, and he was surprised to see her waiting by the door, and on the other side, no less. "What are you doing?" He questioned curiously, but the more he glanced around the more evident it was that this was Bree's attempt at doing the date thing. "I'm not getting in before you." Jake insisted as he stepped closer to her, putting a hand on the small of her back as he gently guided her into the backseat, and then he climbed in after her. "Where we going? And you know I hate surprises, so just tell me now." He pleaded as he shut the door.

BREE BROWN

Not entirely sure how to answer because she wasn't super sure what she was doing. All she knew was on dates you open doors and pay. And from her understanding, in today's times, she asked him out so that was her responsibility, but she could be wrong about that. Either way, she let him guide her back in the car, and she scooted to her side and once Jake was in she almost rolled her eyes at him immediately asking where they were going. But as soon as he shut his door, her driver let them know they would be arriving in about eight minutes. Looking over at him, she had hoped they could get to the location before he asked, but she was honestly surprised he'd waited until now to ask. "It's an adult arcade. It has an arcade, go karts, something called cosmic bowling, I'm not sure how that differs from regular bowling, and laser tag, which is what we're going there for. And I think what makes it adult is the addition of alcohol and explicit lyrics, based on their Instagram." She explained. "And I opted to go in the afternoon in case you wanted to do more than laser tag. When we get there they'll give us wrist bands that will allow us to go anywhere in the facility and a points card. Everything we do there can earn us points where we can trade in for prizes or food. From the reviews it seems it's a, better DnB. I wasn't sure what that was but apparently it stands for Dave and Buster's, which is like an adult Chuckie Cheese. And I think we get three drinks included with the wrist band." Reaching into her purse, she took out her phone to bring up her confirmation 'ticket', to confirm she'd given him all the relevant information. Looking at him again, she noticed he looked good. Not that he didn't usually but generally she's too annoyed at him to actually appreciate his style. "Are you wearing Versace?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "You look good." She said with a smile.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Given that Jake wasn't used to this, he had to ask what was going on. He didn't know what Bree was up to nowadays, considering that she had been acting differently since their last showdown, so he was mostly trying to make sure that he wasn't walking into some kind of stupid trap. So as the driver took off and she started rambling off the plan, he tried to let her get through as much of the brochure a she could before he started laughing. Not just any laugh either, but a bubbly one, as he found it rather cute that she'd basically memorized all of the information from the website or whatever. "First of all, I'm both surprised and offended that you have never heard of Dave & Busters. That's insane. Also, cosmic bowling is cool, and it reminds me of a rave, kinda. They cut the main lights out and instead, it's like the neon lights and lasers, things glow in the dark, and they play loud upbeat music. I've only done it once, while drunk, but it was fun." He nodded. "But what also makes it an adult experience is that there's usually no one under 21 allowed. Thankfully." Jake hummed, and it wasn't that he didn't like kids, it was just that this sort of thing was a lot more fun with alcohol and no whiny kids. At Bree's compliment, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "You do know that Eva pimped out my closet, right?" He still didn't care about designers and whatnot, even now that he had money, but Eva had pretty much tossed out most of his old wardrobe. "But thank you. And you look...like the Bree that only I used to see." He pointed out. "You look beautiful."

BREE BROWN

At the sound of his laugh, she had a millisecond of panic that she hadn't picked a good date activity. And was about to be mad at him laughing in her face about it. But then he started talking and it was clear he was just amused the she didn't know what Dave and Buster's was. Which, how would she? That definitely wouldn't have been an approved place for her to be seen, but then again neither would this adult arcade place. And even if they had landed some paid deal with them, she wouldn't have been allowed to wear leggings and sneakers. But tonight, there would be no cameras and she could just have some undocumented fun. Well, maybe she would take a couple of pictures, just for her camera roll. She supposed it made sense that there would be no kids, probably for the best and definitely made her feel more comfortable about drinking in general. Nodding she put her phone back in her purse. "I assumed she would, nothing in your closet had a singular brand name she would have approved of." She laughed a little. "But the style is still you, regardless. Just now they're high quality pieces instead of articles of clothing." Smiling at him returning her compliment. She had to admit that his ability to make her feel worthy no matter what had been one of his most attractive features. "Thank you, but you might not think that after i kick your ass in laser tag." She said with a smile. Before she knew it they were at their destination and her driver was opening the door for them. Leaving her purse in the car, she just brough her phone which had some cash and her cards hidden in the case. As they walked in they were greeted by a very chipper young woman who quickly went over the different areas of the building. Since Bree had pre-paid for the 'elite package' the employee gave them their wristbands and point cards and explained their their first three drinks were free and they just swiped their points cards any time they drank. At the end, they could get pries and pay the rest of their bill for any food and drinks they get. Once she walked away, Bree looked up at Jake. "So do you want to do laser tag first, or get a drink and some food?" She asked, the restaurant right in front of them.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake rolled his eyes playfully when Bree too dissed his former clothing choices, just like Eva had done the second she'd taken one gander through that old wardrobe. Honestly, he had known from her first day that Eva was a perfect fit to be running Bree's PR, as well as those two being friends in general. By now, most of the stuff they said about his former choices, clothing and everything else, just echoed each other, and it made sense that him and his brother (and Ali that one time he knew about) were so captivated by them. "Not everyone grew up like you two, and I personally liked my 'articles of clothing' before. This one plain ass Versace shirt, which is just a black tee that had a designer label ironed onto it, should not even remotely cost over $300. This fancy stuff is a scam." He insisted, and it truly was, but it was the lifestyle he was apart of now, so he had to get used to it. His ex assuming she'd kick his ass at laser tag was hilarious, especially since he was sure she had never played before, unlike him. Letting the employee ramble as he looked around, he wasn't even paying any attention as he was already mapping out how their time here was about to unfold. Once they were left alone and Bree spoke, Jake took her hand and led her over to the restaurant, opting to sit right at the bar. "I ate a little earlier so I'm not hungry right now, but I do need a drink. But if you need to grab a bite to eat first, that's cool." He stated as he hopped into an empty barstool, his hand still holding onto his ex's. "And since I know what you're up to now, we might as well use this time at the bar to knock out the basics, and I'll start. What's your favorite food, and your drink of choice when you go out? Mine are easy. I don't have one favorite when it comes to food — I'll eat anything as long as someone who knows how to season it cooks it, and the drink depends. If I'm just at home or with my siblings, it's beer. But when I go out with the boys, it's whiskey all day." He shrugged.

BREE BROWN

To be fair, Jake wasn't wrong about designers being a scam, generally speaking, but Versace was an entry level designer. Anyone could buy Versace, Gucci or Coach. One day she would introduce him to true high end labels that you needed wealth to access. She let him lead her toward the bar, smiling a little to herself at how casually he reached for her hand like it wasn't lost on her that it was the first time she allowed him to do that in a non orchestrated setting. It didn’t feel tense or performative, just easy. Comfortable. And it surprised her how much she liked that. She slid onto the barstool beside him, crossing one leg over the other as he started with a question that, at first, felt oddly simple, but she realized was actually kind of important. No one had ever really asked her that, not in a way that felt like they really cared about the answer. Opting to pass on the food, she had eaten at home, something healthy and energizing, figuring she could end the day with fatty diner food from this place. "You eating pretty much anything sounds accurate. But I didn't think your drink changed based on who you were with. I'm not family or one of your boys, so is their a third drink of choice when you're out on a date?" She asked a bit playfully. Not really expecting an answer. "Is it sad to admit I've only eaten my favorite food once?" She laughed, a little embarrassed. "But it's BBQ ribs, extra sauce. But there's no... clean way to eat those and they're fatty and not exactly a healthy choice. But I don't think I've ever eaten anything better. Except maybe a king crab seafood boil, with a lot of garlic butter. A worth it $200 every time." Again it wasn't a meal she ate often, it required a bib and gloves for god sake, and a cup of butter was anything but healthy but she'd usually do it for her birthday. "For drinks, anything with tequila, especially a tequila sunrise or a margarita. But Margarita's are for partying with the girls. Tequila sunrise is  appropriate for any occasion." She answered. "When you're stressed what do you do to decompress and if you could only tell me one thing about yourself what would it be? For me, when I'm stressed I take a bath with a bottle of red wine and watch something funny like Abbott Elementary. And if I could only tell you one thing about myself I would tell you..." She trailed off, thinking about what to say. "You're going to have to answer first I need more time to think," She said with a smile. Truthfully, she just didn't want to get too deep so she was relying on Jake to set the tone.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake hadn't exactly thought about how he switched drinks depending on who he was with, but in hindsight, it usually just depended on the setting mostly. But he certainly hadn't thought about whether it changed on a date until Bree asked, and considering that's what they were on right now, it was a damn good question. "In my defense, Puck has a teenager at home so whenever he cooks, we keep it light with beer. Same with when I'm just at home chilling, beer is just like an adult kool-aid to sip on. But ain't no NFL players going out and ordering beer. I had never even heard of a drink called a Godfather until recently, and hadn't touched any Cognac before, so I just got into whiskey like that." He shrugged, and it was a bit of a change from his old life, but he wasn't complaining. "For a date, maybe a whiskey neat or a gin & tonic." Listening to Bree's response, he was sure that he was a bit shocked to hear her confess to such, and it wasn't an expected answer, so he had to let that sink in until the bartender came over. He ordered the whiskey neat for himself and a tequila sunrise for Bree, because she did just admit that it fit any occasion, before raising a brow. "I didn't expect you to get down like that, but now that I know you do, my brother is an amazing cook — and even better on the grill. I told him we had talked about you meeting Maya, before all the other drama anyway, and he said you could come over for dinner. I could get him to make you some ribs, and there'd be no cameras or paps around so we could all be as messy and unhealthy as we wanted." He offered, and personally that was how Jake liked his barbecue, so why not? As it was Bree's turn to toss out questions, he certainly hadn't expected it to be the two she tossed out, and he was glad she answered first because the man needed time to think those over. Adding her answers to memory, he was glad the bartender quickly came back with their drinks, and he took a long swig of his before humming. "Guided meditation when I'm stressed. I mean, sometimes I just work out, but I've gotten into the meditation instead lately and that helps. But uh..okay, truthfully, I don't like the fame or the popularity or whatever that comes from being a baller, or even a nepo baby. The money's nice, people wanting to meet me and shit is cool — but I was social before all of this anyway. I've always liked meeting people and interacting with folks, but I preferred it happening organically, and when people didn't know me as anything other than the Jake they met on campus, at a normal lame ass party, or even on just riding raggedy dirt bikes in some seedy area. I ain't need all this extra shit to catch a vibe with folks, and I liked it better when I had to work and prove myself to get shit, you know?"

BREE BROWN

While she had never been much of a whiskey girl herself, she did know that most people come into money and their taste in liquor got bougie. There was a lot of status in what alcohols you had in your liquor cabinet and wine cellar. Her parents had the best of it all and she was pretty sure she had never seen them drink a single bottle. Just another thing that was for show. "What's Kool-Aid?" She asked, but let out a laugh almost immediately after. "My grandmother use to make the blue Kool-Aid for me as a kid, with a bag of sugar and everything." Her mom had hated it and that was probably why her grandma gave it to her. "She use to say it would give her super powers and the sugar rush had a five year old me thinking it was true." Was this the first time she'd mentioned her grandmother to Jake? Was this the first non upsetting story she'd ever shared of her childhood? It felt like she held them close so no one could take them but sharing that, didn't feel like losing it but keeping it alive. As she finished answering, the bartender arrived and she damn near kicked her feet giggling as Jake ordered drinks for them. It was really hitting her that she had never experienced a date and as odd as it sounded, it was nice, doing it for the first time with her ex. The casual offer to have her over for dinner with his brother and niece, made her smile. "That sounds like fun and I can get all of the necessary groceries. Just tell Puck to send me a list of exactly what he needs or a picture of the receipts so I can send him what he needs. I'd offer to bring a dish but the only thing I know how to do properly in a kitchen is pour a glass of wine." And she was dead serious about that. She didn't even know what the different between and oven and a range was. As her drink was placed in front of her, she watched Jake drink from his waiting to see what he'd say. Okay, guided meditation was not what she had been expecting. Honestly, she thought he might say sex or video games, so it looked like they both had some surprise answers. However his answer the second question didn't surprise her as much. He hadn't grown up in this world. "No, not really, but that's because I grew up with people recognizing me before I could even tie my shoes. So I'm never had to work or prove myself to get much of anything except respect.But I don't think I like the fame either. I'm just good at it, if that's even possible. But it's a performance and it is exhausting. My life has come with a lot of privillage but maybe even more pressure. All I really want is to walk into a room and just exist without having to live up to some idea a stranger has of me." It was the first time she had ever said, out loud, that she didn't actually love the fame. Even now she kind of wanted to add that she was grateful but she hoped Jake would know that without her having to say it.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake was about to have his flabbers gasted when Bree initially asked what kool-aid was, but when she laughed and started explaining that she did in fact know what it was, he had to shake his head. He hadn’t known if bougie rich folks knew about it, so at least Bree’s grandmother did in fact introduce her to it. “In grandma’s defense, it did give you the power to run at full speed and have more energy than usual, so she didn’t lie.” He laughed. “But now that I know you know what it is, you and Maya are getting introduced to bebops.” He made a mental note to be sure he added it to the list for this family dinner they were planning. He wasn’t even the least bit surprised when Bree instantly started offering to pay or reimburse Puck for the groceries. She didn’t like to show up empty handed, and since she would be the guest of honor, of course she’d want to step up and do the heavy lifting. But once he downed the rest of his drink and motioned the bartender over with a refill, Jake quickly shook his head. “Lemme stop you right there. Puck is not allowing you to pay for anything when you’re the guest. My brother is a whole ass gentleman, and he would never accept letting you pay for anything. You’re bringing stuff for Maya so that’s enough, but if you feel like you need to bring something else, bring wine or beer, or both. That’s it.” He’d take care of the groceries and whatever else Puck needed to do the cooking, but he already knew that his brother would shut down Bree doing any more than just maybe bringing a beverage, so it was best that cleared that up now. Letting the bartender refill his glass, Jake was slightly surprised to hear Bree start echoing his feelings about fame and whatnot. He knew she’d hated the way her brand or image or whatever had been handled before Eva stepped in, but he hadn’t expected her to dislike it, especially when she seemed to put it before everything else. Sipping on his whiskey as he let her continue, he had several things he wanted to say, several things he could say and that she probably needed to hear, but Jake had learned a long time ago that most of it went in one ear and out the other. Talking to her was always a feat when it pertained to this, and he still didn't understand why she kept going along with all of this. "Not to sound like an asshole or anything, but have you ever considered just not performing?" He questioned curiously. "You can be grateful for the life your parents and the social media stuff has given you, but you're allowed to say fuck it and be yourself without it coming across as you're ungrateful. I mean, that momtok group keeps coming up on my TikTok fyp, and they got a whole tv show from being bad mormons and being swingers. Why the hell should you keep pretending when they're being awarded for being religious whores? Same with the Kardashians or Jenners or whatever. One shitty, low budget sex tape spawned the whole family a career, so why can't you just be yourself?"

BREE BROWN

"Grandma never lies. I do believe it gave me super powers. It probably still would." She laughed before taking another sip of her drink. Furrowing her brow, she half thought he was messing with her. "What in the world is a bebop and what does it have to do with Kool-Aid?" She asked, knowing he probably wouldn't tell her and she'd have to wait until they made this bbq dinner happen. Although she could look it up but she's not even sure what to search to get the right thing to pop up. The only thing she could even remotely think of was a type of old people music. But that has nothing to do with Kool-Aid. Her train of thought being interrupted by Jake telling her Puck wouldn't accept her offer to pay, she almost protested. However, she could agree to bring the drinks. At least it was something, she could show up with nothing, that's rude. "Okay, I will be in charge of the drinks. What kind of liquor does your brother like? It is the bare minimum that I bring him a gift and an expensive bottle of liquor is always appreciated in my experience. And what is your favorite non alcoholic drink. You can't just drink beer all night." Also she just wanted to know. While she didn't cook, she was a good host and liked to have her favorite people's favorite drinks in her fridge and a bottle of their preferred body wash. And apparently Jake was classified as one of her favorite people. As she finished revealing her truth, she reached for her drink again and good thing too. As it seemed Jake had at least one hard hitting question in him. As he continued talking, Bree finished her drink and motioned the bartender for another.  Bree didn’t answer right away. She just stared at her glass for a moment, weighing every emotion that tried to push its way forward. When she did finally speak, her voice was quieter. "In short, yes. Many many times I have considered, even threatened to quit. But it's never felt like a real option. In my house your name wasn't just your name, it was your brand and it represented the whole family. And any mistake you made was a headline." Tracing the rim of her glass with her pointer finger, pushing the little straw along, she sighed. "The truth is, I don't know how to leave without feeling like I'm disappointing everyone. Including myself." She looked at him, finding the ability to smile just a little. "But I'm working on it." It was all she could offer for now, she really didn't need to get into her therapy journey right now. So she raised her glass, "A toast, to our first date." And this time her smile was big and genuine.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Honestly, Bree not knowing what a bebop was shouldn't have made him laugh, but he supposed that maybe she did know and rich people just called it something else. "It's basically a popsicle, but in Alabama, the ladies in the hood who sold food out their houses used to make a killing by selling bebops. They'd fill mini foam or solo cups with kool-aid, freeze it, and then flip it so it was like a popsicle in a cup. Now imagine all of the neighborhood kids running around in the heat all day, and their moms and grandmas telling them that they can't keep running back and forth in the house for a drink all day. Those ladies used to sell bebops for a quarter, so each kid would spend a dollar or two on just bebops." He laughed. It was clever really, and he hopes those women were living damn good lives now. As she asked about his brother's favorite liquor, he shrugged. "Bourbon or Cognac, I think, but my brother ain't the expensive liquor type. That man built his house from the ground up by himself, all he needs is a regular 6-pack from a convenience store." Jake pointed out, though he was sure Bree wouldn't listen so she'd just have to pick something herself, which might be for the best anyway. "My fav non-liquor is Dr. Pepper, but baby girl, I can drink beer at a barbecue all day. Did it all the time as a teen." He bragged. It was probably another nod to how horrible of a mother Tatum was, but that was rather evident now. Watching as his ex seemed to hesitate in answering his question, he was about to tell her she didn't have to answer it until she did. Again, he didn't understand the pressure or why shit like that mattered so much, but Jake just listened anyway, letting her get it all out before watching her raise her glass. "Mhm, cheers to our first date." He hummed, lightly tapping her glass with his own before he downed the rest of his whiskey. "For the record, you're not in the Brown household anymore. You have your own place, so make your own rules." Jake suggested, and honestly, it was time she did that, after all. "Maybe you didn't have the option before, or know how to quit before, but you do have Eva in your corner now. If anyone can help you navigate the change, it's the retired beauty influencer that's running our PR." Sitting his glass back down, he took his wallet out and laid a crisp Benjamin on the bar before pushing himself up. Since the barstools moved, he shifted Bree's until he was forcing her to face him now, and then he gently cradled one of her cheeks in his hand. "You doing what you want, and what makes you happy, won't disappoint anyone except your parents, but you're a grown woman now. A smart, beautiful, grown ass woman who deserves to let the world see her for who she truly is." Jake stated before leaning in and kissing Bree's other cheek. "And just so we're clear, in our house, your name — which I'm assuming you'll hyphenate as Brown-Puckerman — will just be your name. No strings, no expectations, no brand depending on it. I promise you that, baby girl."

BREE BROWN

The moment Jake started explaining what a bebop was, and Bree could envision it, but truthfully she had never seen a styrofoam cup popsicle. In fact, popsicles weren't really something she was permitted to eat. According to her mother there was no 'proper' way to eat them. But as Jake smiled recounting, she imagined a young Jake and Ali, running around with the neighborhood kids, change in their pockets, colorful frozen treats in their hands, giant smiles on their faces, and she thought it was how childhood should be. Filled with community and sugar. "The wealthy believe eating anything off of a stick is very unbecoming. We had sorbet, sorbetto and gelato. Although, I did have, what I think is called, shaved ice in Hawaii once when I was young." She knew it wasn't the same thing, but it was as close as she could get. Even her grandmother hadn't made anything bebop like for her. As Jake spoke about his brother, she hadn't been surprised until he mentioned that Puck built his house. That was impressive and somehow felt like it said a lot about the man. While it wasn't often she felt, intimidated, she could tell how much his siblings meant to Jake and she just wanted to make a good impression. While she wouldn't be gifting a six pack of CVS beer, she would keep in mind that a three thousand dollar bottle of bourbon was probably a bit too much. Her thoughts of putting together a 'bourbon basket' were interrupted by him answering her question and when she was about to mention the sugar content he hit her with a 'baby girl' and she had always rolled her eyes when anyone had called her that in the past. But ever since the first time her ex had called her that she would just smile as her heartbeat felt like it was fluttering.  "Okay bougie on a budget for your brother and Dr. Pepper for you." For a moment she wondered if they had met as teens, maybe gone to the same middle or high school if he would have liked her. Or if she would have liked him, she bet he was womanizeer back then. As the tone shifted to something more serious, she sipped on her drink after the toast. His words, while not revolutionary, hit like they were and that truth settled in her chest, heavy. He made it sound so simple, like she could just choose herself and not have to explain it to anyone. But she supposed that's what true freedom was. Choosing yourself, even when no one else gets it. Slightly surprised by his sudden closeness, she let him turn her barstool to face him and didn't flinch or move away when she felt his hand cradled her cheek. Instead, she just looked at him as he spoke. And with each word any doubt or anxiety she had about them just melted away. As he kissed her cheek, she sighed in contentment and knew he was her person. Then he just had to keep talking and now she didn't have any idea what to say to that. So she stood up, finished her drink and processed the implication of marriage he just proposed. "You know it's pretty bold of you to talk about marriage on a first date. I'm not made at it though. I might need to workshop Brown-Puckerman, it's not my favorite." She teased, smiling, her hand grabbing his. "So are you ready to be a gentleman and let me win laser tag?"

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake was sure that his jaw dropped and his brows remained knitted together as Bree explained what uptight rich people had instead of popsicles, which all sounded weird and disgusting. Well, aside from the shaved ice, but of course she'd only have it in Hawaii. "I don't know what the difference is in what all you just said, but now that we're apparently doing the date thing, I'm gonna introduce you to everything the non-wealthy experience and love." He promised, and he truly would, since he wouldn't mind revisiting a ton of stuff he loved as a kid/teen, and he'd get to share them with Bree, Puck, and Maya, so it was a win win. He nodded when he seemed to have talked her off the high end liquor ledge, thankfully, and he was just glad he wouldn't have to keep pushing it. This wasn't going to be some fancy barbecue, it was simply going to just be a small family thing, and that didn't require anything super expensive. For a first official date, one could have assumed that they were getting far too deep with the conversation, but they were past the early stages either way so this was just...backtracking and getting to know one another the way they should have done before. As Bree finally seemed to stop fighting him on the bullshit he spewed, Jake couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. Normally, she would have quickly shot down his marriage proclamation, or reminded him that they weren't even together right now because of his actions, so it seemed like a slight step in the right direction now. He rolled his eyes playfully at her words, but let her take his hand anyway. "You can always keep Bree Brown professionally, and just be Bree Puckerman at home." He offered before he started to lead the way over to laser tag. "You don't even know how to play, and we won't be the only ones in there, so how am I gonna help you?" Jake teased as they headed in. Luckily there were some other adults waiting and not any kids, so he pulled his ex over to where the remaining vests were. "I could tell you how to play, but there's a video that's gonna play to describe it." He insisted as she dropped his hand from Bree's to grab one of the vests, going to put it around her. "There's no teams in here. Everybody gets their own points based on how many people they shoot, so you're just gonna have to either find a good spot to hide and shoot from, or be quick as you run around and shoot." He laughed, grabbing his own vest and getting it on just as the demonstration video started. He took care of entering their names in, choosing to go with their initials (the future married ones, of course) as he made sure they were good to go. The video only lasted for a little over a minute, and then he was facing Bree again. "You got all that, or do I need to literally tell you how you should play?"

BREE BROWN

Bree couldn't hold back a bright laugh at Jake's facial reaction to her snooty ice cream adjacent desserts. Truthfully, even she wasn't sure what the difference between sorbet and sorbetto was. "I think one of them is dairy and the other two aren't or two of them are dairy and one isn't. Honestly, I'm not sure, my favorite was the shaved ice." She smiled. "I'm very curious to see what you grew up loving and I promise to be open minded, although I have to draw the line at cheese in a can." Dairy wasn't exactly on her list of approved foods, and while she could probably handle a pizza or a burger, there was no way her digestive system was equipped to handle cheese whiz. At his surname suggestion, she actually found herself thinking about it as they made their way to the laser tag area. Bree Puckerman did have a nice ring to it. Listening to him explain the concept of this game, because he was right. She had looked up a couple of videos but she had no idea what she was doing, so she found herself listening very intently to him. She let him lead her to the vests, her body brushing slightly against his as he helped her into one of the vests. Something about the casual intimacy of the moment, caught her off guard but in a good way. It was the first time she'd ever experienced non sexual itimacy in a romanic dynamic. While she could appreciate that, where Jake was concerned, that was almost entirely her own fault, she had just realized, even outside of Jake, long before Jake even, intimacy was a sexual thing exclusively. Making her think that's just the way it was but she found herself glad to be proven wrong. Once her vest was on, and he kept talking she wasn't overwhelmed or feeling the need to perform. All she wanted was to not come in last and maybe shoot Jake one time. Normally, she'd feel the need to win even if it is a game she has never played before. But as her ex gave her a couple of strategies with a laugh, all she could do was smile and give him a quick, "Got it." As the demonstration video started, her eyes were glued to the screen, determined to get as much information as she could. She'd have complained about the short length of the video if it hadn't been for her catching the nicknames he'd punched in for them. JP and BP.  And while a month ago that would have had her spiraling, now it just felt reassuring. He really liked her, enough to allude to marriage pretty casually. His voice brought her back and she looked from the screen back to Jake. "No, no, I'm a genius and a fast learner. I plan on giving you a run for your money in there." She said playfully. Soon, they were being led into a dark blacklit room. "Here I thought you might glow in the dark." She teased as the announcer to them they has 30 seconds and everyone else scattered. "Good luck, Puckerman." She said as she went to find a good hiding place.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake wasn't surprised that Bree hardly knew the difference in whatever bougie food food she'd been given, but it didn't sound good either way so he'd be passing on that in favor for what he knew. But that the mention of cheese in a can, he frowned. "Like that old easy cheese stuff? That's white people shit — and even Tatum ain't that white, so her kids definitely aren't either." He knew exactly what she was referring to, but he had never tried that shit because it just screamed weird, so he wouldn't be introducing her to that. He just couldn't say the same for what Maya might introduce her to, since he had no idea how to keep up with the trends of these kids now and he couldn't be blamed if that was something they were currently digging. While getting her into the vest and giving out instructions, he hadn't exactly been thinking about it being a romantic moment of intimacy, or even any sort of intimacy at all — he only saw this as being something he hadn't expected to be doing with his ex. He hadn't even imagined that she'd be up for something like this, and he was just busy living in the moment, which was still foreign when it came to them, but he was already ecstatic about it. Once they were let in, he watched the others scramble, noting where some of them were headed before she smirked down at Bree. He could have let her know about the vests glowing once the game started, but she'd figure it out on her own. "You too, Mrs. Puckerman." He teased as he watched her take off. Now Jake, he had played this game too many times, and he wasn't a punk so he wasn't hiding. Instead, he stood right in the middle of the two-story playing field, his gun in position and ready as the timer kept ticking. Given that Bree was probably the least experienced one in here, he was going to help reduce some points for the other players. As soon as the timer ran out, he didn't even move, letting the others start fleeing before he started lighting them up one by one. Luckily he was in the perfect place with obstructions on either side of him, so he alternated between ducking and shooting his lasers as the others tried (and failed) to outdo him. Inching towards Bree, he didn't even aim at her when he could make out her form in the dark lights. "You want my help earning some points?" He questioned, keeping an eye out and shooting at someone trying to sneak up on them before realizing her needed a recharge. "You can hide behind me and do the shooting so I'll get hit instead of you. Well, you'll have to watch your back, but I dan cover your front."

BREE BROWN

Glad to know that cheese in a can was weird, even to Jake, Bree did have a particular palette. Or she always thought she did, but truthfully she just never ate at places that were less than $150 a plate. But then again that was kind of true for her life as a whole. If it wasn't expensive and on trend she just wasn't exposed to it and if she did happen upon it, before she could even form a sense of curiosity about it, someone had been there to tell her it wasn't good enough for her. And she just never really questioned it, instead she'd turn her nose up at it and look down on it. It wasn't her best quality, but now she was in a dark room, wearing a vest thousands of people had probably worn before her, crouched down in a little nook waiting for a timer to countdown so she could shoot other adults with a laser gun. So, it seems safe to say, she's working on it. As the timer finished, she was surprised to see her vest light up and her lasers make a sound like they were starting up. Immediately someone shot her and she realized she wasn't covered on all sides. The vest lit up red for a second and then went dark. It gave her enough time to move before her vest and guns lit back up and this time she was able to shoot a couple of people. It was actually a lot of fun and way more active than she was originally anticipating. She had been in the zone when she heard a voice she didn't yet recognize and she jumped just a little and without thinking shot one of her laser's at him. "Oh my God!" she whisper yelled as she realized who it was. As he shot someone else, she was already using him as a shield as he was suggesting it. To be fair, he was clearly good at this okay, and she could use all the help she could get. But there was something very sweet about him being willing to lose points just so she could get a few. Looking up at him, she smiled, "That's very sweet of you, but I've got this. I've only been hit like, six times and I've definitely gotten more than six hits on everyone else." She said. This game had a learning curve, and she was in the middle of it and at her core she was a student who loved to learn. Seeing someone round the corner she shot them before they could shoot Jake, "But we do seem to make a good team so why don't we watch each other's backs and take home the gold and silver?" She put her hand out for him to shake, to seal their alliance.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake still couldn't believe that Bree had agreed to this, or that she seemed to be playing, and learning the ropes, but he was sure that this might have been the first time he'd ever actually seen her just let go of everything else and have fun. Real fun. He couldn't even be mad at her shooting at him, since he wasn't that invested in winning anyway, not now that Bree seemed to be enjoying it, and even in the dark he found this to be the cutest she'd ever been. She hadn't even complained once about wearing a vest that countless people had worn, holding a laser many people had touched, and even breathing the same air as people who probably didn't wash their hands and probably weren't vaccinated. He would have never thought to even ask her to come to anything like this if she hadn't planned it herself, so there was that. At her suggestion, Jake just shook his head as he felt the small hand being held out to him. Tapping her hand with his laser, Jake leaned in and kissed Bree's lips softly. "Deal. Now let's go, James Bond." He teased before spinning back around, and he instantly caught sight of someone else's laser and immediately shot at them. "I've got our front, you take the back." He stated before he slowly started moving forward again, already knowing the best places to hide and duck between to make sure they were gonna win this. Apparently their opponents figured out they were teaming up now and before he knew it, he could see vests and lasers everywhere so he just went back to shooting every vest he could. "Let's go, babe!" He beamed, firing another shot off as they kept moving. The only thing he hated about laser tag was how hard it was to tell who was winning, yet he just kept leading Bree around the playing field and firing at everyone he could until the final buzzer went off and the lights came back on. "If we lost, I'm fighting." He joked, taking Bree's hand and leading her back out, and he immediately went to check the scoreboard. "Just so we're clear, I didn't let you win." Jake pointed out, motioning to the BP in first place, and the JP right below it with one less point. "You technically won that one fair and square, but because I'm a gentleman, I'll accept it. This time. Next time we play, you're on your own, Mrs. Puckerman." Shrugging, Jake took Bree's gun and vest off first before doing the same with his own, returning them back to their rightful places before he faced Bree again. "As the winner, do you want to pick what we do next? Or do you want me to just decide because if you do, cosmic bowling would be my choice."

BREE BROWN

Slightly surprised by the kiss, she was still quick to return it, on instinct. An affectionate smile spreading across her face as he agreed with a little teasing. Listening to his instructions, she let him handle the front and she made sure to cover their back. Moving with him, pointing her laser at the flash of a vest in the distance and within in a few minutes it was obvious everyone else caught on to their alliance. Sudddenly everyone was on them and where she would normally have been stressed or even annoyed at the pressure to perform, she heard Jake's encouragement and his general energy and it influenced her own mood. It might sound dramatic but this might be the most fun she's ever had. More than that it might be the first time she actually had real true and genuine fun at all. Firing off shots and moving in tandem with Jake through the course, she had no idea what the score was and she found she didn't even care. Through the sweat, the mini workout and the quick on your feet thinking required to move like they were, she really had no doubt they were coming out on top and she found herself randomly smiling. When the game ended and the lights came back up, she didn't take her phone out to fix her hair or blot her face, instead she just laughed as her ex threatened to fight and let him lead her out of the room. Looking at the score she did a little victory dance as Jake made it clear he didn't let her win, which she didn't need him to tell her. She was killing it in there, literally. "I know you didn't let me win. I'm just a laser tag prodigy." She said flipping her ponytail and dusting off her shoulders. With a exhale she let him take her gear off before accepting a couple of, 'good game's, from people. As he was taking his own gear off, she did smooth her shirt out a bit. "Although, I will admit, you definitely helped me achieve greatness so we can do cosmic bowling next. However, I've only bowled once and it was more of a photo op for one of my mom's charity's then a fun family outing, so you might have to show me how exactly to get the weighted ball down the lane without bumpers and the ramp thing." It was her long winded way of admitting she'd never actually throw a bowling ball. Which, she is now realizing, is yet another staple activity she wasn't exposed to. It was becoming very clear to her that she might be well travelled but she is not as knowledgeable as she originally thought.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake rolled his eyes playfully as Bree insisted that she was some sort of prodigy, because of course she'd say that. "You're a quick learner, and you had a bodyguard. Let's not go overboard, babe." He teased, and they both knew that if he hadn't sacrificed himself, he would have been in first place. Smiling and nodding at the praise, he was sure he saw one of the ladies snap a photo of them, which only meant one thing: she was a fan, and their date night was about to plastered all over social media. Great. The fake dates were fine, since Eva usually catered them to be publicity stunts so people could gawk over them, but he didn't want their first real date to be interrupted by annoying ass fans. Focusing back on his ex when she agreed to bowling, while also informing him that she clearly didn't know how to bowl, it was actually the perfect cover. "Baby girl, you know you don't have to take the long route every single time you need to explain that your bougie ass family didn't do anything fun, right? Just flat out lead with it." Jake winked before taking Bree's hand and making a beeline for the shoe rental. Given that he at least knew her shoe size, Jake told the attendant their sizes and then grabbed the shoes with his free hand, got them a lane, and then tugged his ex to the cosmic bowling area. If Bree didn't understand it before, she sure as hell could see why it was called such now, and why some people would prefer it over regular bowling. he led them all the way to their lane before finally freeing Bree's hand as he flopped down onto the seating. "I know the idea of wearing shoes other people wear probably grosses you out, but we can throw your socks away afterwards." He teased as he kicked his sneakers off and slipped the hideous bowling shoes on. "Now, get yours on while I find a ball for your small hands." Jake teased, hopping up to go over to the nearest rack. He tested his own fingers into two to pick out the right one, and then just guestimated which ball would work for Bree's hands and carried them over. "Test this one." He stated once he'd loaded them into the ball guard thingy. "The pink one, obviously. If it doesn't fit, we'll go up a size, but I think this one might be right." Or so he hoped, anyway, but for now, he grabbed the tablet and started to enter their names into the game. "And while you do that, you can tell me what other hobbies you have besides the social media stuff, and being a math nerd." He teased.

BREE BROWN

"I will keep that in mind." She said playfully. Again, she let Jake lead the way, this time to a surprisingly brightly colored counter where the shoes apparently lived. Arguably the ugliest shoes she had ever seen and on top of that, they're used and the vest was one thing but shoes?! This was truly going to be a test of her commitment to just have fun and not think too much. According to her therapist, not everything has to be perfect to be worth it. So, as her ex led her to, what she assumed, was their lane, she was actually kind of mesmerized by the neon lights and the music and the general vibe of cosmic bowling. Sitting down next to Jake, she was glad he knew her well enough to know she was absolutely struggling with the idea of putting these ugly used shoes on her feet. She was even more glad at his suggestion to simply throw her socks away after this. Nodding in agreement, she laughed at his comment as he walked away. After a few moments she had the shoes on and truthfully, she was pretty proud of herself for doing it with zero verbal complaints. Surely that was growth. As she saw Jake returning with a couple of shiny balls in his hands, she stood up and had to admit, she did like that it was pink. Looking around she got the gist of how to test it out. Picking it up, it felt like a good weight for her and while normally she would have scoffed at putting her perfectly manicured nails anywhere near a bowling ball, she did it anyway. I mean, she's come this far, she can't give up now. So she stuck her fingers in the mysterious holes and then held it up to her chest like she saw other people doing around them. It felt comfortable considering. "I was a cheerleader, nationally ranked, although I guess that's not a hobby." She had to think for a second, putting her ball back on the ball holder situation. "I like to dance, I enjoy reading, especially filthy romance novels and horseback riding." Truthfully, there was a massive list of things she wanted to try. "But the list of things I want to see if I'm into is much longer. I've bever been on a roller coaster, and I want to swim with dolphins and learn how to drive." Looking over his shoulder at the tablet she saw their names, and she looked up at the screen above their lane to see their names there too. "What about you? Besides football and video games what are you into?" She asked, genuinely curious.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Watching Bree test the ball out, and without complaining, Jake was sure that this was the longest they had ever gone in a public place without even one line of sass or repugnance, and he was sure that this was the version of his ex he was used to — just outside of the bedroom. He was sure that he'd been yearning for this exact thing since he'd met her, and although it was long overdue, he was just grateful that it was finally happening. As Bree posed with the ball and started answering his question, he found one of his brows piquing as he processed this new information. He knew about the cheerleading thing, since it tied into that weird ass family he couldn't stand, but the rest? He would have guessed the dancing thing since it seemed like it went hand in hand with the cheerleading thing, but the others were somehow oddly specific and not anything he would have expected Bree to be into. "When you say 'filthy romance novels' are you talking about something like 50 Shades or whatever? Or those books that have like those cheesy beefed up male models on the cover?" Jake didn't think he'd ever touched a book that wasn't for school so he didn't know much about that sort of stuff, but he'd seen those cheese books in Wal-Mart and recalled some kids in class arguing about the 50 Shades ordeal before. Definitely not anything he wanted to deep dive into himself, but he wanted to know what Bree liked, he supposed. "You know you're rich enough to start making your way down that list, right? But if you want, we can take a friends and family trip to Disney sometime soon and knock the rollercoaster thing off. I can also teach you how to drive." He offered, at least so she couldn't say that he didn't, and he would follow through if that's what she wanted. As she flipped his question on him, Jake picked up her bowling ball again. "I like playing all sports, or even trying new ones. I like to get new tattoos just because. I love going to the gym, obviously, but I also kind of like the different classes I've heard about since coming to LA. Puppy and goat yoga or whatever might be my new favorite way to exercise." He chuckled. "I've also been trying water activities lately. I like to fuck around with my sister's music stuff sometimes when I want to annoy her. And, most importantly, I like being a taste tester for people when they cook or bake something." maybe that wasn't a hobby but close enough, Jake decided as he started walking towards the lane. "Come here. I'll teach you how to bowl." He stated, holding his free hand out to Bree.

BREE BROWN

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yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight || PUCKERBROS (ft. Gabe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ) & Noah Puckerman ( feat. Gabriel Puckerman )

date & time: September 14, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: Puck's home

warnings: physical fighting between parent and child, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism/drug addiction, bad dad, abusive language (??)

summary: Jake and Puck agreed to having lunch with Gabe mostly to get him to do what he said and give Jake more financial support while he's in school, it turns into a shit show.

word count: 4,610

PUCK was not looking forward to this dinner. First, it took Gabe four fucking plan changes to settle on Puck cooking, his dad's favorite meal, at his place. Which of course just made everything more stressful, but at least Jake would be there. Although, it seemed like Puck was going to have to stop his brother from knocking their father out because there was no way Gabe wasn't going to say something out of pocket that warranted an ass beating. So, maybe that's worse and not better. Guess, he was going to find out. Thankfully, Maya wasn't there, the last time Puck allowed Maya to be there when Gabe was, it didn't go well, at all and ince then Gabe hasn't earned the right to see his grandkid. Going out to the backyard, he brought the seasoned burger patties, "Hey, can you get the plastic cups and shit on the counter and put them on the table out here? Then imma show you how to make a perfect burger." He said to his younger brother, setting the aluminum pan down next to the grill.

JAKE was not looking forward to this at all, but he was glad that they were doing this at Puck's place. Now, if he needed to throw a right hook at Gabe, at least it would be in private, and he probably wouldn't go to jail for it. It was truly a win win in his opinion. But he was going to try to listen to everyone and refrain from socking the man for as long as he could. He'd been outside taking a few thirst trap pictures when he heard his brother's voice. "This is just perfect for you, huh? Trying to get me to cook for myself?" He groaned as he went and grabbed everything from the counter and carried them out to the table, laying them out around the table. "I still stand by my decision of just coming over here for food, or letting all of my queer besties cook for me." He laughed.

PUCK threw a few bratwursts on the grill, laughing as Jake went inside to get what he asked him to. It had been a while since he'd posted a thirst trap and maybe he'd finally grown out of that. Or maybe he wasn't capitalizing on his DILF status enough. Everybody loved a hot dad. He wondered if Morgan and Eva considered him a DILF. As Jake came back out to set the table, Puck smiled as he determined the grill was almost hot enough and he made a mental note to do outdoor cooking more for family dinners. For a moment that's what this felt like, a normal stress free family dinner. Then he looked down at the pan of burger patties he took the time to grind himself, because honestly, his burgers were fucking elite and he didn't wanna hear his dad complain because he 'always takes the easy way out' and that he 'can't do nothing right'. Shrugging, he waved his brother over to come learn a thing or two. "I don't know man, Bree seems like the kinda chick who'd appreciate a man who can cook."

JAKE had been content with spending family time with his brother and his niece, and quite frankly that time had become the only real idea of family he'd ever witnessed. His mom wasn't as bad as Gabe, but she wasn't exactly the most reliable mother either, so what he had here now was much better than anything else. He was livid that Gabe wanted to roll in and disrupt that, but he would at least try to respect Puck's home until the man gave him a reason not to. Walking over and standing next to Puck, he rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Oh please, she's fucking rich. She's probably used to fancy ass chefs cooking for her, not me or that white boy she called a boyfriend or whatever." He scuffed. "Besides, why date some poor ass dude from 'Bama if she expected me to cook for her?" He was sure that Bree was probably just gonna date someone of her caliber now, and he didn't blame her, but he was also trying not to care. "Anyways, why would I learn to cook when you've gotta do it for the world's coolest teenager anyways? It's free food and spending more time with my favorite niece, this arrangement works out better for me."

PUCK turned the brats over on the grill to get some color on the other side, scooting them over so there was room for Jake to put the burgers down. Of course, he'd already explained his charcoal and wood chip mixture, whether Jake was listening or not was another question. "Grab 'em by the paper." He said, picking one up to demonstrate. "Then put it own on the grill and pull the paper away." He scooted over so Jake could do it. "Put three more down." Now Puck was no relationship expert, but he was pretty well versed in what not to do. "People with her kind of money don't give a fuck about material things. They got nice stuff but that's becase they don't know anything else, doubt she even knows how much anythign she's got is. So money ain't gonna satisfy her, and your dick aint th e gist you think it is. But you time and energy, that's shit's priceless so she'll appreciate it. It'll impress her." It was his two cents that his brother didn't ask for, but it was his job as an older sibling to weigh in on shit no one asked him to."I'll still cook for you and the kid, but you're a grown man and grilling a burger ain't hard." He said, as his phone rang in his pants pocked. Of course it was Gabe, he showed the screen to Jake before picking it up. "You here?" he didn't even bother with a hello. "I'm five minutes out." Puck took a deep breath, watching the sausages on the grill turning them again. "Alright, the door's unlocked just come in and come to the back." He instructed. "Make sure my beer is cold." and with that he hung up. "Gabe's five minutes out." he said putting his phone back in his pocket.

JAKE wasn't sure why Puck was ignoring him and insisting on teaching him a thing or two, but he assumed it was just some big brother thing. And who was he to ruin that for him? Groaning, he tried to pay attention to what his brother was doing, nodding along before it was his turn to demonstrate what he'd learned. "This is torture, just so you know." He whined, but he still went ahead and mimicked Puck's actions, putting three more down and doing it exactly as he'd seen. Listening to Puck define how people with money were, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was probably very much true and it annoyed the hell out of him honestly. "You're half right there, but she does care about the money. She won't tell her parents to fuck off 'cause she's worried about getting cut off, so me cooking for her might be nice but she'd prefer the money." He hummed. But that wasn't his issue anymore anyways so he didn't care. "Isn't this what big bros are for?" He decided before the phone rang, and he just rolled his eyes at the mention of Gabe. he just toyed with the food as he let Puck deal with that. Once he ended the call and announced that Gabe was almost there, he groaned. "Fucking great." He muttered. "Does he know you're bisexual?" Jake asked. "Not that I'm gonna say shit, but just so I can be prepared in case he says some homophobic shit and I need to deck him."

PUCK smiled with pride as Jake put those burgers on the grill like a fucking professional. Thankfully, none of this shit took too long to cook, since the brats were beef instead of pork, they were already cooked so they just needed some color and that classic snap when you bite into it. As Jake spoke, it sounded like something he was telling himself, rather than something Bree actually said to him, but they had bigger bullshit to wade throuogh today, so his little brother's relationship problems were gonna have to take a backseat. Something he's sure Jake will be pleased about. I mean, if he's anything like him, talking about feelings and relationships and all of that was not his thing and it usually just made him mad. So he dropped it. "Alright, man, now we gotta flip them." He moved on once he hung up the phone. Getting the grill spatula he made sure Jake was watching before flipping it. "All you." he handed the spatula to the younger Puckerman, before answering his question. "Yeah, he knows. I didn't have some big moment about it or anything, one day he just called me up and was talking about random shit. Then asked if i was seeing anyone, any chicks or dudes." It had been weird and fucking random but probably one of the nicer convos he's had with his old man. "To this say i don't know how he knew, but i didn't deny it, just said nothing serious, then he hung up." Shrugging, Puck took the burgers off the grill to add four more patties and just like that, their Puckerbros bubble was popped. "My two favorite sons, that I know about. One of them sausagues ready for me?" Puck put the finished brats on a paper plate. "They ain't pork are they? Gonna have to stop wearing the star of David if they are." It took a lot not to roll his eyes. "They're beef and beer's in the fridge." Naturally, Gabe went to get the beer. "You good?" He asked Jake while they had a few moments.

JAKE was relieved when Puck didn't comment on the Bree thing again, since he wasn't sure just how long he could handle keeping up his 'fuck her' charade in one evening. Texting her had already been enough to make him falter just slightly, but he couldn't focus on her and Gabe all in the same day so he had to put that aside for now. Nodding when Puck said to flip the burgers, he watched him do it first before taking the spatula and doing it too. This wasn't really hard but that didn't mean he had to like it either. Listening to Puck explain the sexuality thing, he was somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to fuck Gabe up on his brother's behalf for that, which was a great thing for them all. Maybe. "That's good." He nodded just before they were being interrupted by the most hated man of the hour. The man coming in and calling them his favorite two sons made Jake furious, and now he was the one who needed a drink, but certainly not a beer. He watched the older man walk inside before turning back to Puck. "You got any bourbon? Scotch? Whiskey?" He questioned. Anything but a weak ass beer would take the edge off at this point. Gabe grabbed a beer and popped the top off before walking back outside to the table. "Alright, boys, grab some food and come sit down with your pops." The man stated, and Jake glared over at him. "Pops? Man, you ain't been my pops my whole life, so don't try to start that shit now." he hissed, and Gabe just chuckled. "Man, I don't know what's gotten into you kids, but I'm gonna blame your mamas. They ain't raise y'all right." Gabe stated as he dug into his sausage. "Alright, I'm gonna go...inside for a minute." Jake insisted, and he didn't wait for a response before he took off. Meanwhile, Gabe just shrugged it off. "Where's that feisty girl of yours, Noah? I liked her. Did you invite her so I can make her your new step mom instead?" He joked.

PUCK knew cooking wasn't something Jake had any interest in but he appreciated that he was doing it anyway. And he was doing it correctly, which meant his little bro was actually paying attention to him, and quite frankly that shit would've made the older Puckerman tear up if it weren't for the circumstances. But it did make him wonder what life would have been like if he'd always known about Jake, a part of him felt sad for them both that they only just now found each other. But hey, better late than never. The sweet moment was quickly replaced by tension when Gabe spoke, Puck could tell Jake was already pissed and he didn't blame him. Truly their father had a way of acting like every space he was in, he owned. It was fucking annoying, especially at a house Puck built with his bare hands. Fuck, Gabe. "Yeah, in the freezer i got a handle of Jack, get me a triple shot, at least." Puck said knowing that he was gonna need something to help take the edge off. Watching the exchange between Jake and Gabe, it broke his heart to know that Gabe was really this fucking shitty to all his kids. Somehow, he wanted to believe that maybe it was just him and Jake didn't have to hear his bullshit too, but he knew better. Watching his brother go back inside he grabbed a patty and started building his burger, deciding to ignore his father asking after Eva. "You just here to have a new table to get drunk at or you want something from us?" Puck decided to ask, before sitting down accross from his old man. "A man can't just wanna spend a little time with his kids?" Even Gabe laughed at those words. "Birthday's coming up." Jesus fucking christ, is this dude serious? "So what, this lunch is your gift or some shit?" He asked as his dad devoured his sausage and grabbed some fries, washing it down by chugging his beer and opening another bottle. "Don't get a fucking attitude with me, Noah. You're still the same pathetic little boy running around doing dumb shit trynna make other people see you 'cause ain't nothin' about you worth noticin;." Gabe spat out and Puck just sat there staring his father down but not saying anything. "That's what I thought."

JAKE might be interested in this cooking thing if Bree would grow a backbone and stand up to her parents, and then maybe he'd think about wanting to do this for her. Maybe. Not for now though. He did appreciate his brother looking out for him like this though, and maybe life would have been a little better if they'd found one another sooner. He was already over their dad now so as soon as Puck said where the booze was, he headed right back inside for it. Grabbing the Jack, she grabbed some glasses down, filling one for himself before chugging it back. This was about to be a long ass evening, that's for sure. He was trying to quell his over anger but as he walked to the back door and just observed the two. He truly didn't understand their relationship, or why Puck kept bothering, but he just refilled his glass and drank some more as he listened. Clearly Gabe was out of his fucking mind, that much he could tell. But when he heard Gabe talk shit to Puck and his brother didn't say anything back, Jake walked over and sat next to the older Puckerman. "Aren't you a convict? An addict or a drunk? A fucking deadbeat?" He asked, filling up the glass for Puck and pushing it over to him before he refilled his own. "Now you listen, half breed—" Gabe started before Jake waved a hand dismissively. "You're the one who fucked a white woman so me being a half breed is on you, dumb ass. Now, if you want all your teeth to still be in your mouth for your birthday, I'd advise you to watch how you talk to me and my bro." He warned. "And spending time with us ain't free, Gabe, so start writing a check or dropping some bands. I ain't Puck so in case you ain't noticed it, I have no problem beating your ass and kicking you out of here." Gabe was shook that one of his spawn had the audacity to talk to him like that, and he quickly turned to Puck. "Who does this lil punk think he is? You didn't teach him how to respect me?" The old man scoffed.

PUCK didn't know why he let his father talk to him the way he did. If he was anybody else he'd have decked them, fucked their girl or their man, laughed in their fucking face, at least a middle finger would've made an appearence. Maybe it's because he's his father, or maybe it's because this is how he had talked to him his whole life, maybe it's because deep down Puck's thinks he's right. One thing he knew for certain was the voice in his head that told him he was worthless and useless and dumb and unwanted and unlovable, was his father's voice. Just echoed words really. Every negative fucking thing Noah had ever thought about himself since he was six years old, had been embedded in his psyche by his own father. Being face to face with him, hearing it outside of his head was surreal, it left the usually loud and blunt man, speechless. Apparently Gabe read that as respect, which made Puck want to vomit. It felt good to have someone on his side, a voice that never wavered in it's rebuttal of the deadbeat. It gave him some of his confidence back and it felt good to sit up straight in Gabe's presence. "He'd probably respect you more if you did what you said you would and write him a check, give him a monthly allowence. You know, basic ass shit." Puck said knowing his dad wasn't gonna like that. "Now you got yourself a bitch and my bastard, you got balls?" Just llike that, Puck was on his feet and in his dad's smirking face. "The fuck did you just say?" And Gabe's smirk only grew, Puck knew it's what he wanted and he hated to give it to him but, "I said your bitch and my basta- and before he could finish that word Puck's fist was connecting with Gabe's jaw and in slow motion Puck saw the fight in his father's eyes as he lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, elbow shoved into Gabe's neck as his dad kneed him in the ribs.

JAKE didn't know why Gabe was expecting Puck to have taught him to bow down and take his bullshit, but clearly the man was bonkers. He had no idea what life was like in Alabama and how he'd had to learn to defend himself over the years, so backing down wasn't in him. Puck finally talking back and even defending him, to an extent, was a move in the right direction, but he should have expected what played out next. It almost felt like he was watching it in slow motion with the way Gabe said something, and then repeated it when Puck questioned it, and then the next thing he knew was that they were on the ground. "What the fuck?" He finally groaned out once he had time to process that this was happening. He had repeatedly said he'd knock the older man out but he hadn't expected him to have Puck pinned to the ground like this. "For fuck's sake!" Jake hissed before he stepped over and put Gabe in a headlock, tightening his arm around his neck tightly enough to choke him as he dragged him off of his brother. "Who's the dumb ass now?" He huffed as Gabe slapped his arm to tap out. "It's two against one, so unless you want to stay like this all night, you're gonna respect your grown ass sons, got it?" When Gabe slapped his arm again, Jake finally let him go and shoved the man a few feet away. Coughing to regain control of his breathing now that he was free, Gabe slowly stood back up and glared at his sons. "Oh, so y'all standing up for each other now?" He chuckled dryly, and Jake just shrugged. "Obviously. Now, can you write a check — for me and for Puck since he's had to deal with your bullshit for all these years — and then take some food to go?" The older man almost lunged at his youngest (that he knew of) for that, but he just turned to Puck instead. "Isn't this your house? Why is he calling shots around here? He bossing your punk ass around too? Man, I knew you were a little bitch but this is a new low, even for you."

PUCK sputtered as Jake got Gabe off of him, checking his ribs to make sure it wasn't worse than a bruise, but given his breathing was pretty easy he already knew the old man didn't have the strength to break anything. It was oddly cathartic to watching Gabe get choked out, finally he couldn't run that vile ass mouth of his. It was kinda peaceful. But Puck knew it wouldn't last, so he got up as he watched Jake throw their father away from him and Puck moved closer to his brother, moving subtly between them once Jke started speaking again because he knew Gabe might start swinging now that bo had been opened. But instead he reverted to what he always did which was make Puck feel like a pathetic useless little bitch and Puck could feel thirty years of this shit bubbling to the surface. "Why don't you come say that shit with your fists, I'll even let your old ass swing first." Puck said with a smile on his face, stepping a little closer to his dad and of course his drunk ass took the bait. One thing you could always count on with Gabriel Puckerman, he wasn't gonna back down from a fight. As Gabe threw his first punch, Puck easily dodged it. "For a guy who's famous for his bar fights I expected better." He said with a shit eating grin. Gabe didn't like that, and this time he managed to backhand Puck, but he wasn't phased. "My girl slaps me harder than that." He said, spitting the blood out of his mouth from his split lip. His dad had always liked rings. This time Puck didn't wait for Gabe to make a move, in a swift motion he got his arm behind his back and slammed his face into the plate of hamburger buns. But of course Gabe was still trying to fight, but Puck had a good grip on him and leaned down. "Don't make me put you in an ambulance, Gabriel." He whispered hoping Jake wouldn't hear. Once the fight left his father he let up. "I know your geriatric ass got a checkbook, so him him his fucking check and set up his monthly allowance." As his father turned to look at him it was the first time he'd ever seen him look at him like that, with some semblance of respect. "That boss enough for you?"

JAKE was so over this man at this point and she was hoping he'd shape the hell up and stop being a fucking idiot, but of course he had to make this hard. He refilled his glass with Jack and deciding to chug more of it down as his dad and brother went at it again, which was an insanely poor decision on Gabe's part. But hey, it was a show and he wasn't gonna complain about it. Grabbing a burger for himself, he watched Puck smush the other buns with Gabe's face before he picked up an untouched one, tossing his patty between the top and bottom slices and taking a bite. Clearly Puck had some pent up shit he needed to get out with his old man, and Jake wasn't gonna interrupt. H kept eating his burger until Gabe seemed to be coming to his senses as he took his check book out. "Nah, it's just you showing out in front of your brother. I'll let you have it for now. But little half breed won't be around at all times." He scoffed, making a check out to Jacob and adding a few zeroes before he tossed it over to him. Jake rolled his eyes as he picked it up and glanced over it. "Oh, so you do know my name? Shocker." Jake chuckled dryly. "But just so we're clear, I'm gonna be around. Puck and Maya are the only real family I have so if you think you're gonna keep treating my bro like shit, think again. We can kick your ass every time we see your sorry ass if that's what you want." He offered with a smirk, and that only made Gabe even more annoyed but Jake just shrugged at the dirty look he gave him. "We're not expecting you to be a father at this point, but how about you grow the fuck up? Get some help, get your shit together, and at least be better than the sack of shit that's standing here? If not for your kids, do it for Maya." He suggested before he turned to his brother. "Anything else you wanna add, or can I drag him the fuck out of here?"

PUCK honest to Jewish God didn't give a fuck about anything else Gabe had to say right now. Maybe it was the adreneline pumping through him still, or the fact that his dad just looked so pathetic to him now, but the talking down to him thing just wasn't hittin' like it use to. Letting Jake say his peace, Puck just sat his ass down at the table, and poured himself some Jack and downed it. Fuck his side hurt but no way in hell was he letting his father see he left any kind of mark on him. Thankfully he didn't think the backhand was gonna leave a bruise, since Gabe's drunk ass missed most of his cheek, but his bottom lip was definitely a bit fucked up. Watching this man he's been so terrified of his whole life get lectured by his 25 year old son was fucking entertaining. I mean, nothing more humbling than that. Puck made a mental note to contact his dad in a week or so to get the monthly allowence set up for Jake, because unless there's six zeros on that check, it isn't enough. At the mention of Maya, Puck knew he was going to have to figure out what to tell her about my dad's lip is fucking busted and he just wasn't sure he wanted to tell her the whole truth, he was still her grandpa and she loved him. But she was fifteen now, maybe it was time to just be honest. Shaking his head in response, Puck smiled, "I'm good." With that, Gabe grabbed some food and Jake pushed him out and the rest of the day was actually good. They laughed, they ate and for once in Puck's life, he didn't let Gabe ruin shit.

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thread four title || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Friday April 25, 2025 @ around 10:00 pm

location: A club in LA

warnings: none!

summary:

word count: 4,114

BREE BROWN

It had been a long couple of weeks since her brunch with Eva. That night had been a huge party night for Jake because of the draft and of course he'd been photographed getting lap dances from strippers. Which, naturally, her parents had seen and felt compelled to show up, unannounced, at her place. She had to spend days defending her 'relationship' with Jake and his overall character, while being constantly reminded that he had cheated on her before so it would only be easier for him to do it again. Especially, since she'd allowed him to do it the first time. Of course they viewed her getting cheated on as her fault. By the end of their invasion, she was starting to believe it herself, which had her finding a therapist immediately. Then, her parents must have complained to her brother because both of them showed up, unannounced, at her door too. While the did tell her it wasn't her fault she got cheated on and it wouldn't be her fault if he did it again, they did ask for season passes. So she threw a shoe at them and they showed up randomly over the next week with food. Then of course there was everything else she was expected to do in a day, in heels and a full beat. Honestly, she had been way too exhausted to talk to Jake about discretion. Plus, she was annoyed at him, which had her irritated with herself because he can do whatever and whoever he wants. Needless to say, she had no interest in this Tik Tok creator event tonight and she had no intention of going. She wanted to take a bath and pretend she was somewhere else. But then her mom kept sending her articles and videos and Tik Toks of all the things people were saying about Jake's draft night excursion, and it pissed her off. Because, the only narrative she was sharing was the one that said Bree was dumb and stupid for taking a cheater back and essentially saying she deserves to get cheated on again or that no one will have sympathy when Jake steps out on her again. It made it impossible for her to get any peace in her own home. So, at the last minute she decided to go to the party. Put her phone on do not disturb and maybe try to have some fun with a few Tik Tok friends. Dressed to impress, she got to the party and it was actually fun. She was laughing and socializing, even had a couple cute drinks. After about an hour, she excused herself, trying to find somewhere quiet to just recharge for a few. Opening a door and stepping inside, closing it as she turned to see the rest of the room. She realized she wasn't alone, and she almost apologized and left, but then she recognized them both. Jake and a popular Tik Toker that Bree definitely knew, and who definitely knew Bree. Before Bree had a chance to say anything, the woman spoke. "Wow Bree, you really keep him on a short leash." Taking in a breath she held back an eye roll. "If that were true, he wouldn't be in a private room with you." Honestly, she just wanted to leave becaue the last thing she was trying to do tonight was fight the temu version of herself for a man that isn't even really her man.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

After his talk with his sister, Jake had pretty much decided to just have some fun. Bree had him unblocked, but only to send schedules and discuss PR stuff — it was never about them or anything outside of their fake relationship, so he had taken a step back. Repeating how he felt, his apology, the explanation, all of it had been exhausting, but especially when all he got in response was Bree repeating that she needed time, she was blocking him, she wasn't doing this or that with him, etc. Yes, he wanted her back, but at this point he didn't even know if it were an option anymore, so he was chilling. With all of the draft stuff going, the buzz around the NFL and the players had been high. While he hadn't known that draft night would go down like it had, waking up to the TMZ bullshit already being covered and watered down by Eva had left him rather smug. After all, it was just a bunch of ballers having fun at a strip club, and with the draft being drawn out over a few nights, it was also a repeat thing. Jake hadn't been into all of this before, but he was having fun and enjoying himself. His DMs had also been on fire lately, but he'd only been focused on this TikTok chick Leilani. She was gorgeous, and she said she wasn't looking for anything serious so he'd taken her out to a private dinner first, which then turned into them hanging out and playing video games, and just getting to know one another. When some creator event popped up, him and a few of his teammates decided to come with Leilani and her friends as their plus ones. It was cool at first, and he'd even agreed to do a few with some of the creators, mostly so Maya could see them and gush later, but then Leilani wanted to get a little privacy for a bit so he obliged. They hadn't even been in the room long before the door opened up, and his eyes widened when he saw Bree. He couldn't even get a word in before his date did, and then Bree clapped back and Jake groaned. "I ain't on nobody's leash." He clarified as he stood up. "Lani, give us a minute." He demanded, and she could tell that he clearly wasn't asking so she just nodded and headed out. Now alone, Jake sighed. "If you're about to chew me out, can we do it on another night? When we're not in public and I'm not with my boys?" He asked. "Besides, I didn't know you were coming tonight. Don't you hate most of these events?"

BREE BROWN

It had only taken her therapist one session to sus out her not so latent anger issues. So as Leilani left, Bree remembered the cliche advice to breathe through it. Cliche, but effective, none the less. The worst part was, she was his type. An accomplished baddie. Which made her feel insecure, which in turn made her mad. But she just kept breathing. It was nice to hear his voice, even if it did already sound tired of her. "I actually came in here to be alone for a few minutes. I've been here for over an hour and I needed a quick little recharge." She had no idea why she was explaining herself to him. "I didn't follow you two in here." She further clarified. This was so awkward, she really wanted to yell at him and call him an asshole because, of course, he was hooking up with someone she knew. It was hard not to assume he'd done that on purpose, found someone like her but better. But then maybe she was nothing like Bree and that was the appeal, and she wasn't sure if that was better or worse. "I'm not going to 'chew you out', as you put it, but as someone who was born into this and who's own reputation is effected by your actions, I will say that it's likely dozens of people have seen you and her here, several probably even saw you two come in here. Leilani loves a good story time. All it would take is one video of her talking about hooking up with or dating a pro football player for people to connect the dots." Finding it harder to hold her anger back, she took a couple more breaths before looking at him again. "Discretion and NDA's. You need to give her an NDA and make sure it's backdated to whenever you first hooked up. Eva can help you with that." This was too hard and quite frankly the exact opposite of what she wanted to be doing tonight. "Or you can deslove this entire PR relationship, so you can be free to do whatever and whoever you like, if that's what you want." God, there was a lot she wasn't saying and it was starting to boil to the surface and all she could think was how pissed she was, how she felt unwanted, how he was probably annoyed that she was even there. How he probably wished she was Leilani. She wanted to cry, which again, just made her mad. Which made her want to go back out to the party, find one of his more notable teammates and sleep with him. "Why her?" She had not meant to ask that out loud. If she were someone else she would have slapped her hand over her mouth.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake was surprised that Bree was offering up an actual explanation for why she was in here, but he hadn't even remotely assumed she'd followed them. "Relax, I'm not accusing you of anything." He pointed out. The last thing they needed right now was to fight about anything, let alone the idea of Bree Brown being on some stalker shit. That would never happen anyway, but he knew he sure as hell wouldn't have been worth the trouble regardless. Letting out a small sigh of relief when Bree insisted that she wasn't here to chew him out, he was about to just suggest they pretend this hadn't happened right now and deal with it later, in the privacy of one of their places until she continued, which only seemed to annoy him. Of course she was about to school him on some shit he didn't care about. He knew about NDAs and how shit spread when someone was on social media with loose lips, but he had worked all of that out with Lani, so there had been no need for all of that. But at the mention of their little PR arrangement, he couldn't help but chuckle. Of course she'd go there. At this point, he needed to take a few moments to get his own train of thought together, so he let her finish before taking his seat again. "She's a friend, Bree. We hang out, play video games together, go out and do fun shit — I'm not gonna make a friend sign some stupid NDA. Besides, she's trying to make her crusty ass white boy jealous so she ain't gonna go talking out the side of her neck about us." Jake insisted. "For the record, I didn't know you two knew each other like that. She slid in my DMs, we talked, decided to hang out. Not everything I do is about you, you know?" That wasn't entirely true, but whatever. "You only talk to me when it's about business, so what do you want? Should I just never talk to any other woman? Be a fucking hermit? You can't just expect me to sit home and wait for you to wanna use me whenever it suits you, Bree. I have feelings and needs and shit too, you know?"

BREE BROWN

Almost laughing at him sharing that Leilani had slid in his DMs. Of course she had, as far as she knew he was a taken man. Taken by someone she knew, and she still DM-ed him and that was the kind of person Jake wanted to spend his time with. Then he went and pointed out the obvious and Bree almost laughed again. There is no way he genuinely thinks, she think anything he does has to do with her. If he was thinking about her like that then he never would have been in this room with another woman in the first damn place. Okay, now she did laugh, well it was more of a scoff because he had clearly lost his mind. "I'm using you?" she pointed at him for even more emphasis. "Using you or what exactly? Clout? Already had it. Sex? Companionship? Conversation? Because from where I'm standing, you definitely want those things. Just not from me. And you must think I am the dumbest woman alive if you think I believe, for one singular second that you had zero plans to sleep with Leilani. Like are you seriously trying to tell me you just brought her into this private room for a quick sidebar?" Well, she had been doing well with the whole not getting mad thing, but she didn't appreciate being accused of using him. And yes, when she has time to cool down she's going to realize that what she should have done was ask what made him think she was using him and why. In fact, there's a part of her that already realizes that, but she's only a week into therapy, so sue her for not having all the tools in her toolbox yet.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake wasn't sure if it was Bree laughing or the fact that they were having to do this again that set him off, but now he was just as annoyed or frustrated or whatever as she seemed to be. God forbid the man have hobbies and female companions that weren't her, right? Ass she tried to break down just how she wasn't using him, all he could think about was how much he could use a glass of bourbon right now. And maybe a cigar, anything to try and calm him down. He didn't owe her anything, especially not with the way she constantly reminded him that they weren't together anymore and she wasn't ready to consider moving forward, so why was she even reacting like this? Once she finished, he stood back up and walked over to her, standing right in front of her as he glared at her. "Trust me, we all know you don't need to use me for anything except the one thing you can't get from every fucking loser you try to bring home." He pointed out, and no matter how many times Bree tried to pretend otherwise, it wasn't just his massive ego talking here. "If it's not about the PR stuff, you don't talk to me or respond to any of my calls and texts until it's late and you need to be fucked right. If you would actually stop fighting me, and your own damn feelings, you would see that I do want those things from you, Bree. You're the one who keeps shutting me down so yeah, I'm getting it from somewhere else now." Jake shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't come back here with Lani to have sex though. I'm not stupid, even if you repeatedly try to insist that I am. Her and her prick of an ex just got into it at the bar, so I dragged her back here simply to calm her down before they ended up going viral on TikTok airing out each other's dirty laundry. For once, maybe stop thinking the absolute worst about me and let me be a decent human being for five minutes." 

BREE BROWN

There was something about Jake being in her face and being so smug about what he thinks she needs him for, that had smoke coming out of her ears. How dare he imply she couldn't have it just as good with somebody else? "You're not the God of Sex, Jake." There was a time she would have said he was but not when he's being an ass. "And how am I suppose to know you want anything more than sex from me when I can't even walk into a room without you sighing in annoyance, like you wish I was anybody else?!" That was specific to this current moment but it had pissed her off, so he was going to know about it, apparently. "And you were getting it from somewhere else when we were together, that's why we're in this situation in the first place. This situation being, my inability to trust you to not break my heart again!" She was getting a little too loud and a little to close to him so she turned away from him and took a few steps to put some space between them. The truth was, she wouldn't be in here fighting with him if she didn't want to find a way back to him, to them. It was clear he didn't know that and she was too scared to tell him. "I have my mom showing up and blaming me for you cheating, I have her sending me article after article, video after video of people saying it'll be on me if you cheat again because I let you get away with it the first time. Meanwhile everyone loves you and your honesty. And I have to sit here, alone hearing over and over again how I'm the problem. I don't even get to be upset or hurt about you cheating on me because apparently it's my fault it happened." She threw her hands up, exasperated. "I don't want Eva telling me how thirsty every women in America is for you. I don't want to wake up to pictures of a strippers ass on your crotch. I don't want to find you in a private room with someone else. So, yes, I want you to beg and grovel because it isn't fair that I have to fix what you broke!" Finally, she ran out of steam and before she knew it she felt her eyes welling up. Refusing to cry right now, she lightly patted around her eyes as not to disturb her make up. "I don't want to feel like I have to compete for you."

JAKE PUCKERMAN

"Never said I was." Jake quickly clarified, and he hadn't, but he did know for a fact that no one pleased Bree like he did. In fact, she was pretty goddamn hard to please, in and out of bed, so excuse him for being smug about the fact that if nothing else, he was damn good at pleasing his ex in bed. He was about to answer her first question but before he could, she started in on a whole tangent of repeating the same shit that lead to the aforementioned issue of him seeking things elsewhere, and he was already over it. How many times could they have the same fight without anything changing, or worse, without making matters worse? He wasn't sure, but he was exhausted of this. Letting her finish again, he was done catering to just what she needed from him so she simply shook his head. "You can't compete for a spot that's been yours since we met, but I'm not groveling anymore." His tone was much softer this time, yet still stern enough that she knew he was serious. "I want you to be upset and hurt or whatever that I fucked up. I've given you the space to let you sit in your feelings, I've let you ask questions and I've given you every truthful answer to explain why I did it. I've apologized, and I've asked what you need from me to move forward. You're the one who can't, or won't, tell me what we do from here so no, I'm not gonna keep begging you to meet me halfway here just to get blocked or treated like a piece of shit for one mistake." Jake exhaled another deep breath as he debated continuing, and then he just decided he had nothing else to lose at this point. "Why Leilani? Why the random bitch I cheated with and never saw again? Part of the reason why we're in this situation is because you won't just admit that I'm not good enough for you and this stupid lifestyle you care so much about. Even now. Do you even know what hobbies I have outside of football and fooling around with coding? Do you know what I like to do on dates, both romantically and platonically?" Jake knew the answer was that she didn't, but he still gave her a brief moment to let the questions sink in before he chuckled dryly. "We were never a real couple except in one of our bedrooms. I only know pieces of the real you because you let your guard down after sex. Before, you couldn't be seen out in public with me so I couldn't take you on dates, and now you just don't let me do anything except fuck you when you say so. I can't spend time with you outside of our places unless it's work related, yet you don't want me doing anything with anyone else even when you can't decide what to do about us. What's there to even grovel or 'compete' for at this point?"

BREE BROWN

It was good that Bree wasn't at level ten anymore. She had calmed and it seemed, based on Jake's tone he was too. But there was something else about his tone that had her a bit on edge. Like there was no fight left in his tone, just honesty and as he spoke she just felt herself grow more and more exhausted. Not at him, just at their situation, at herself even. It was a lot to take in and she had never been very efficient when it came to processing and understading her feelings and what to do about them. Usually she would get made and just keep pushing buttons until she hit the one that would make the other person storm away. But, one, Jake could easily match her energy if he wanted to so there was no point and two, and more importantly she didn't want to make him storm off. She didn't want him to be mad at her or disappointed or whatever this was currently. She wanted to fix things, which is why, even when he mentioned other women, she didn't snap at him or even make a face, she just listened and tried to really hear him for once. She did wince a bit when he said he wasn't good enough or her, because she genuinely didn't think that. There was no way she would ever commit to someone for any amount of time, let a lone a year, if she thought they weren't on her level. The truth was she had always known he was even if she clearly hadn't managed to show it. When has asked her if she knew, what essentially were very basic things, about him, she didn't even attempt to rack her brain. She knew she didn't know the answers. Now she wondered if he knew those things about her, and there was no way he could know because she'd never shown him. The more he talked the more she saw what he was saying. Even though things had changed, nothing had really changed. She finally understood the phrase, the more things change the more they stay the same. He spent the last almost two years wanting to be close to her and she spent the last two years keeping him at an arms length. Now she was going to cry because he was tired of it? That anger was started to bubble up again, but this time it was at herself. Pushing that down, she let him finish, wanting to say the right thing. Fix it, but she didn't know how. She didn't even know if she could. "I-" she tried, but nothing was coming out. There were too many thoughts and she didn't want to just say anything, she wanted to say the right thing. So she just closed her mouth and looked at him for a moment, before smoothing her hands down over her skirt, and raking her fingers through her hair to make sure she was picture perfect again. "I heard you, I just don't know what to say right now. So, I'm going to leave, the party and I'll send Leilani back in here." It wasn't a test and her tone was genuine and almost soft. The words I'm sorry, were right there but they got caught in he throat. "Maybe you can slavage your night." She turned to leave taking a few steps before stopping to look at him again. "I'll text you." It wasn't much but it was the first time she said she's reach out for no reason and she felt like maybe that was something.

[janatm]

thread two title || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Sunday, March 16, 2025 in the late afternoon/early evening

location: Jake's condo

warnings: none!

summary:

word count: 11,301

BREE BROWN

The past month had been very busy. Between her doctoral program, her posting schedule and various events that she, thankfully, attended solo, she and Jake had barely had time to interact. Which make pretending that Valentine's Day never happened, rather easy. Of course, when Eva sent her the information for their newest public display of coupledom, it just had to be an official interview with an actual interviewer. That meant a prep session, because Jake was prone to just answering a question and maybe for normal people that was acceptable, but in an interview? Something that would be put online, to be added to one's digital footprint for the rest of time, absolutely not. This was going to require media training and, of course, them getting their story straight. All of which she explained to Jake in a rather long text which has now lead her to his new place in the city. It was actually pretty nice and it did leave her feeling proud of him. While there was definitely still a lot she didn't know about him, she was aware of where he was from and even knew a little about his mom. Enough, anyway, to be proud to see his was moving up in the world. As he deserved, because was is a hard worker and very talented. A shitty boyfriend but worthy of a nice apartment, none the less. Walking into the building to take the elevator up, she made sure a hair wasn't out of place and that her outfit was perfectly smoothed out. The outfit itself was maybe a little tight and a little short and a little lower cut than necessary. However, she dressed like a baddie, no matter where she was going or who was going to be there. You never knew when you were going to be photographed and no one would ever catch her slipping. It was irrelevant that she seeing Jake, and wearing heels, skirt combo she knew he would appreciate. Look, showing your ex what they're missing is basically a requirement. Finally, she made it to his door and immeidately after she knocked she heard a voice that deinitely wasn't Jake's say someething she couldn't quite make out. But it was definitely a woman and she was already rolling her eyes, forcing herself not to just leave.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

To say that Jake had barely had time to breathe over the past few weeks would be quite the understatement. Why he'd tried to cram for a certification while moving, having a brand and social media thing going, and working on being out with his team more, he didn't know — call it a lapse in judgment, he'd suppose. He hadn't really expected to have so much going on, but Eva meant business, and he had already learned that you didn't say no to that woman. He also knew her and Puck were hanging out, but since he hadn't had a chance to ask his brother about it, he was just obeying the woman's commands. Which is why when Bree sent him some text he just skimmed through and noticed they were going to do an interview, he just sent her his location and told her to come over whenever she was ready so they could prep. And the second he knew she was coming, Jake had given his mom a handful of places to scope out for her next rich target. Why Tatum was overstaying her welcome, he didn't know, but he needed her gone. He would have stuck her on Ali if he could find his sister, but since he couldn't it was up to him to try and get her out before Bree arrived. "Ma, you're gonna miss it. The golden bachelor audition only lasts for another two hours, and you don't wanna miss any of the rejected men!" He called out, to which Tatum just rolled her eyes as she finished getting dressed. "I'm coming, half breed, relax." She insisted, giving herself one final glance before she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "I'll call you when I'm on my way back, since my other kid is pretending I don't exist." Tatum called out before she opened up the front door, only to find a woman on the other side. "So this is why I'm being rushed out? And just who are you?" She asked as she sized the young woman up. Having vaguely heard his mom saying something, Jake walked towards the door only to find her at the door with Bree. "Bree!" He panicked as she walked over and opened the door wider. "Ma, this is Bree—" He started to explain before Tatum started laughing as she glanced at him. "You little shit. You were trying to get me out of here so I wouldn't get to finally meet the girl you're always drooling over." She teased, and Jake was sure that he could have just died right there on the spot, but instead, he reached out and grabbed one of his ex's hands, pulling her past his mother and inside the apartment. "Bree, this is my mom. She was just on her way out because we have important work to do." He sighed, and Tatum instantly raised a brow as she clocked that tea, or so she assumed. "Kicking me out so you can get laid is not work, Jakey. But fine. It's a pleasure to finally meet the rich girl my boy's been obsessed with. Guess he got something from his mama after all. And don't worry, I'll be sticking around for a bit so you and I will get to know each other soon. You kids have fun, and wrap it up — or not!" Tatum joked as she finally left, and Jake instantly slammed the door shut behind her. "I'm sorry. I thought she'd be gone before you got here." He groaned as he finally turned to face his ex. "And nothing she said was true, so just ignore her. Now, can I get you something to drink? Before you ask, no, I don't have the cheap stuff. Ma made sure we traded everything Great Value for the expensive stuff."

BREE BROWN

When the door opened, Bree thought she had been prepared for what she was going to see. But instead the woman in front of her was older and white, neither one of those things fit Jake's usual type, but she did look familiar. Just as she was about to answer, Jake appeared saying her name for her, in a tone she was pretty sure she had never heard him speak in. Usually he sounded more... chill. Even when he was stressed he never really sounded flustered. Ma? This is his mother! She thought to herself as she lifted her hand ready to shake her hand in a cordial manner, but then his mom was speaking again and claiming Jake drooled over her, which she was unsure how to feel about that. Not that she got much of a chance to consider it since Jake was all but yanking her inside. As he officially introduced them Bree opted to just wave at the woman and offer a smile. After a few parting words the blonde was gone and Bree wasn't entirely sure what to make of her. Admittedly she was pretty, for a forty something, she was also incredibly crass, a bit inappropriate. Bree could definitely see where Jake got his mouth from. Between his mother and his father, he never stood a chance, it would seem. Turning back to her ex as he spoke, she tucked some hair behind her ear, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "Water is fine. Sparkling if you have it. In a glass with ice and a straw." She responded. "And no need to worry, I am more than aware that drooling and obsessing isn't exactly your brand and if you were simply interested in my money you surely would have avoided cheating on me." She said as she pulled out a high organized binder from her oversized bag. Placing it on the table. "You didn't mention your mother was in town. I'm surprised you have time to entertain her between all of your... outings." While she had tried not to keep up with him on socials, she found she couldn't help it. So she had noticed him going out more and all of his thirst traps, which were extremely well received. "She seems, vivacious." It was the nicest thing she could manage to say without lying. "Anyway I'm going to assume you didn't have time to look at the questions before I got here, so let's just get to the point of this little meeting, shall we?" She asked, taking a seat and opening the binder to the first section.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake had never been more sure of his usual decision to keep Tatum as far away from this part of his life as possible, much like he knew Ali did, so her little impromptu trip here had already been far too much. He still didn't even know how she'd afforded a flight, but he was assuming Gabe gave her the money so she could get to LA and finally leech off of their kids now that they were grown and making money of their own. He made a mental note to get Puck to ask the man about it later, but for now, he had another fire to put out. When Bree gave him her boujee ass request, he just nodded before heading to his kitchen to fetch it. Hearing her instantly shooting down what Tatum had said, he didn't know if she meant it or if this was just sarcasm, but he shrugged anyway. "As long as you know the truth, I guess." He hummed. Making sure her water was just how she liked it, Jake walked towards the living room, instantly spotting the binder on his coffee table as he took in what she said next. "I didn't know she was coming until she popped up, and we've barely spoken since Valentine's Day so I didn't think you wanted to hear about Tornado Tatum." He answered honestly as he held the glass out to her. "But more importantly, why are you stalking my socials?" Jake asked with a smirk, finding it oddly amusing how the tables had turned now. "For your information, with the NFL downtime, some of the players are into team bonding by going out to the hottest bars and whatnot. Not my ideal way of getting to know my teammates, but I'm a rookie so I just gotta go with the flow. Me filling up my Insta is because Eva demanded it." He pointed out as he sat down on the couch. Her comment about Tatum wasn't wrong, but he didn't want to talk about her anymore so he focused back on the big ass binder on his table. "I did not look over those, but come on. You wanna jump right into business? No addressing the elephant in the room?" Jake questioned curiously. "The ball is usually in your court since you either don't respond to my texts or block me, so what's up? What haven't you reached out since we had sex? Back to your usual routine of deciding it was a mistake and you don't want to talk to me? Or were you waiting for me to chase you? Show up at your place uninvited so you could pretend to have security escort me out until I said I missed you and wanted to talk?" He joked, though she would have done it. "Choose your words carefully though. It'd be a shame if all this prep you're about to make us do goes to waste when I sit on that interview and tell the world how you used to crawl into bed with me after your little outings with knockoff Bieber because I was your real boyfriend, not him."

BREE BROWN

Taking the water from his hand, Bree was grateful to have something to do with her hands and mouth because the way he was talking she was inclined to pop off and she was trying to keep this as professional as possible. Which, of course, she should have known wasn't going to be possible. But she listened as he responded to her and she tried not to snap at him, and it was fine until he brought up Valentine's Day. More specifically when he started bringing up her usual behavior, which was enough, in it's own, to have her wanting to throw her drink in his face. But then he had the nerve to threaten her and the part of her that didn't trust him, fully won out. She just envisioned him holding this over her head, looking so smug because he gets to decide what happens to her image. He gets to decide if he wants to play his role or if he wants to blow her life up. While she was pissed at him for threatening her, she was more pissed at herself for giving him the ability to. For letting he ball be in his court. Deep down, she didn't want to believe he would do that to her, but the truth was, she just didn't know. And that was the problem. Putting the drink down on the table, she turned to look at him. "I am not 'stalking' you. We follow each other on every platform and unlike you, I check my socials regularly, so you pop up on my feed." For a moment she wondered if his current attitude was because of his mother. While she didn't know a whole lot, she felt she knew enough to know that relationship wasn't good. "I didn't call of text you because they're nothing to talk about. What happened happened and it isn't going to happen again." She hoped. "So unless you wanted a voice memo explaining that, there was nothing for me to say to you." Looking at the binder she was just going to move on but she needed to know they were on the same page. "The whole point of this arrangement is for us to help each other. I am helping you build something that will last long after football ends and you are suppose to be helping me create myself in my image, instead of the one my parents laid out for me. Now I truly have no idea why you agreed to this and right now I don't really care. I need to know if I can trust you." She just looked at him, more serious than she really wanted to but this meant something to her. This was her life she was trying to build, and maybe it was silly to Jake but it wasn't to her so she needed to know. "So, should I take this binder and go home and just accept the fact that you're going to do and say whatever you want to do and say on the day, and prep with Eva or are you going to do what you agreed to do when you accepted this arrangement and help me?" She asked sternly.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Making himself comfortable on his couch, Jake damn near rolled his eyes as Bree tried to insist that she was just following him and happened to see his socials. While he wasn't into his socials like that, he'd been around Maya and Ali long enough to know that the Instagram algorithm was usually off, something about it showing posts days after they'd been made and things not being in chronological order. So he was sure that Bree was in fact snooping, probably trying to see what women he was taking pictures with, instead of just asking him. "I'll never understand why you keep lying as if I don't know you, babe." He pointed out, and he wasn't even going to entertain that. Not that it mattered much because as soon as Bree could pivot to pretending like they wouldn't have sex again, that's exactly what she was doing, and he just allowed her to. After all, he knew just how weak his ex usually was, and if he pushed enough, or just looked good enough, it would happen again. "The condom broke, by the way." Jake teased, deciding two could play this little game. Call him petty, but Bree fighting the obvious seemed to just trigger his bullshit, and he never passed up a chance to toy with her. As soon as she turned on the professional demeanor and started yapping about her brand, he essentially tuned it out. Closing his eyes as he let her whine about what was important to her. He hated how much she cared about something so trivial as a social media image and fans that obsessed over her, which was probably why he got off on joking about doing something to shatter her little perfect online persona. Even as she looked at him, he just shrugged, letting her say everything she needed to say before he clapped in response. "Great speech, Barbree. I didn't listen to most of it, but good job." He chuckled. "You're here, so go ahead and give me what lie you want me to tell on this interview." He wasn't thrilled about any of this, but the quicker they did it, the better. "Come on."

BREE BROWN

Scoffing at his petty words, she rolled her eyes. This is why she took a Plan B and if that wasn't enough, she would be making a doctor's appointment to terminate. But his little jab didn't deserve a response so instead she just ignored it. Genuinely, no one got under her skin the way Jake did. Granted, no one enjoys someone being so blatant with their disinterest, but it actually kind of... hurt coming from him. Which was dumb, because she knew how he felt about all of this social media, self brand stuff. He thought it was frivolous and a waste of time. Which, again, had her wondering, why had he agreed to this? Stupidly, she had thought maybe it was because he had missed her or because he cared about her but clearly that wasn't it. She'd think it was just to have access to her sexually, but he didn't need to agree to a whole PR relationship for that. On Valentine's Day he made it seem like... it didn't matter, it was obvious now that was just to get her in bed. "I change my mind. I do want to know why you agreed to do all of this. Why not just tell Eva no? Why not just tell her this isn't 'your thing', that this isn't the kind of brand you want? She could have just as easily built you up as an eligible bachelor or even a fuck boy. And she could have simply found someone else for me, you weren't and aren't the only option. Or are you being this insufferable because you're mother is in town?" They were genuinely questions, with no attitude in her tone. It was the last chance she was giving him to meet her halfway. "Because, don't get me wrong, you are usually on my nerves but never his much and you're not usually so, I'm not sure how to phrase it. Maybe... bent out of shape?" Truly, she hadn't intended to be so outwardly caring. What she had wanted to do was tell him off, throw her drink in his face, yell at him, tell him to forget about all of it because she was done. But instead she just heard the things he said to her in that bathroom on Valentine's Day and even though she didn't want to, she believed him. She believe he missed her, believed he was sorry for hurting her, believed that if it was just about sex he would have gone elsewhere long ago. So instead of choosing to be mad at him, she chose to care about him. Usually he was the one being mature and asking questions she didn't want to answer. And she knew it was risky because there was a better than good chance he'd blow her off, but she figured if he could be honest with her in that bathroom, then she could give him a chance to be honest with her now.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Getting under Bree's skin was child's play for Jake, and sometimes, even he didn't know why he did it, or why he enjoyed it sometimes. He was never intentionally trying to hurt her, especially not after the cheating thing, but they were both always taking shots at each other that at this point, he saw it more as foreplay than either of them taking anything the other said seriously. So when Bree chose to start asking real questions instead of snapping or firing off more shots, he was confused? Concerned? Slightly touched by her olive branch? It was a lot of emotions at once, and his mind drew a blank as he just let her get all of her questions out. They had already covered the why of this whole arrangement, but the mention of his mom and him being bent out of shape hit a nerve, one he hadn't wanted to get into tonight, yet here they were. "For the record, my mom coming out here does rattle me." He admitted. "And I already answered your other questions, and my answers haven't changed, so I won't even entertain any of that." He decided, since what was the point of repeating himself yet again? There was something he hadn't quite explained, and given this interview thing, it didn't hurt to admit it now. "You know how I feel about all of this stuff, and I'm way out of my element here, but it's more complicated than that. I'm not you, Bree. Pretending to be something I'm not or lying about shit that actually mattered isn't me, so doing all of this with someone else would have been worse. I agreed to do this with you because I trust you, and even if we're having to lie about being a couple now, at least I don't have to fake everything with you." Jake admitted before he got up and headed back to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. "You can pretend you don't know why Eva chose this for us, but it's because even when we're fighting and lying to the world about us, we pull something out of each other that no one else can. So go ahead and get into your binder, I guess."

BREE BROWN

Prepared for the worst but secretly hoping for the best, she was glad the best case scenario won out. So, his mother was negatively effecting him, which was something she could relate to, so she wasn't going to push on that matter right now. Not when she had something legitimate to distract him with. And he reaffirmed that he meant what he said in the bathroom. Which meant she was a large part of the reason he agreed to this whole thing in the first place. Honestly, that was more soothing to her ego than anything else because truthfully, while she had given a slight bit of push back when Eva brought it to her, she pretty quickly agreed because it was him, specifically. While she could have done it with someone else, she wanted to do it with him. Watching as he got up and went back to the kitchen she ruminated on his admission that he trusted her. Because if he trust her then she could trust him. Even if he was liable to go off script, she could trust him not to purposefully do or say anything to hurt her image, no matter how dumb he thought all of this was. She trusted he wouldn't do that to her. And deep down she had known why Eva chose him for her and her for him and oddly the thought had her holding back a smile. All of which meant they could, in fact, get to the binder. Thank God. Taking another sip of her drink before turning to the binder again, she moved from the table to contents to the second section. Media Training 101. "I know that this isn't exactly your area of expertise, but it is mine and Eva's and you are a quick learner when you want to be. I don't like lying either, which is why I don't call it that. I call it a creative truth." She pointed to one of the headings on the page. "For example. They will likely ask when we met. You can just say, at a party. If they ask when, you say, in the summer. Neither of which are lies." Pulling out a packet and a pen, she placed both in front of Jake. "This is a packet of the most likely questions we will be asked. It's not that long of an interview so all of these questions won't be asked but we're going to go through all of them anyway. People like you, they like your attitude, your face and your vibe. So you don't need to be anyone other than yourself." She pointed at the next heading that read, BE PERSONABLE. "And most of these questions won't require you to lie anyway. I highly doubt you will struggle to come up with an honest answer for what my red flag is." She pulled out a second packet and pen for herself. "There is also a physical element to these things but let's focus on the questions first. So what would you say my red flag is?" She asked curious, her packet already fully filled out.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Popping the cap off his beer, Jake took a sip as he waited for Bree to say something. Part of him was expecting her to ask about Tatum, which he truly didn't want to get into now or ever, but especially not when he planned to make sure that little run in before was the first and last time his mother ever came close to his ex again. He had enough problems with Bree as it was, and he wouldn't let Tatum or even Gabe add to their packed load. Grabbing another beer for good measure since he could already tell where all of this was going, he headed back over and sat down on the couch again, already weary about wherever this binder stuff was going to. And the second Bree opened it up, he was already over this media stuff yet again. The whole 'creative truth' bullshit didn't help, so he sipped on his beer as he let his ex talk and give him what she suspected he was about to need to take notes. "Great." He groaned. He took in the watered down lies as he pretended to look at the list of questions Bree wanted them to go through. "All of this for a brief interview? This is ridiculous." Jake whined before he chugged down some more beer. Hopefully he could drink during this interview too, since it would be hard for him to stay poised an fake otherwise. When Bree started out with an easy question, he chuckled. "Just one?" He teased before realizing that Bree might throw a tantrum in response, so he put the beer bottle down on the coffee table before exhaling a deep breath. "Your red flag is that you care more about what other people want for you instead of what you want." He admitted with no hesitation. "You put your own happiness aside, even when it hurts you and people you care about, just to please certain people. Like your parents." Maybe that was too honest, or a little too vulnerable for him to admit, so he needed to lighten the mood. "You also sleep like a wild animal. Every time we sleep together, I wake up damn near falling off the bed." He joked.

BREE BROWN

Watching as he downed his beer, she sighed. "It is ridiculous but it's also part of your life now. And the general public aren't very forgiving these days, especially if you're black. So, it's important to know what you should and shouldn't say." She explained and she could understand because despite what it looked like to everyone else, she didn't like doing most of this stuff, but she was good at it and she made a lot of money doing it. She almost smacked him when he asked, just one? But he was seriously answering the question before she had a chance. It was too honest, sounded like something that should be relegated to a therapist or some sort of counselor. It was true though and Jake did favor truth, especially if it was uncomfortable. "The second red flag is definitely more appropriate for this interview, but knowing you, you'll say some variation of the first one, but I think that will be fine. It will show you have a deep understanding of me. Which is actually good, we don't want to seem too surface level." Writing a few notes on her packet, she read the next couple of questions. "They are unlikely to ask more than one 'negative' question. Negative like, my red flag, you least favorite thing I do, something I do that gives you the ick, things like that. For the most part they are going to want to ask cute and sweet questions. What's you're favorite thing about me, what's the most romantic thing you've done for me, what's something that I do you think is cute. Just answer honestly, unless you don't have an answer, in which case, tell me now and we can figure something out. Are there any questions on here that you would be concerned about answering or wouldn't want to answer?" She asked, realizing how business like her tone was. It wasn't anything personal, she just treated work like work. Although, she was finding it, a bit awkward because Jake simply didn't feel like a aspect of the job.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

If there was one thing Jake and Eva had agreed upon when Bree was too preoccupied to listen, it was that his inability to do or say as people expected was exactly what Bree's trajectory needed. But clearly the older woman hadn't relayed that to her real client, so he decided he'd keep it quiet and just take in her feedback. Not that he cared about white people not forgiving him for speaking his mind, but he's play along for now. He opened up his second beer and started taking sips as Bree continued speaking, throwing far too much at him at once but he simply nodded along anyway. All of these questions were ridiculous, and them even having to sit in an interview to answer these couple questions was insane. he didn't think anyone cared this much about them as a couple, real or staged, to genuinely tune in and want to hear these answers. But once she asked him which ones he was hesitant about, he flipped through his own packet. "Uh..I don't know, most of them?" He answered truthfully as he kept scouring over the questions until he spotted more than one that he didn't want to answer. "What was our first date like — or any question referring to dates, or how I feel about you." Jake answered, and he already knew Bree wasn't going to let that slide without wanting to know why, so he tossed the packet on the coffee table before swallowing down all of the content of his second beer bottle. "Honestly, that fucking Valentine's Day party would have to classify as our first real date since you kept me hidden away when we were actually a couple. And admitting how I feel about you will just give away the truth, that this staged shit isn't real — that our history is a lot more than just what's being shown off now. Your little creative truth bullshit won't work for most of these." Now he was...he didn't know, but mentioning their true history only made him annoyed, and now his own mind was wandering. "How are you gonna answer half of those questions about me? Gonna use the same fake answers you used when you did this shit with Shep? Maybe add in some bullshit about how I have more swag or seasoning than your fake ex-boyfriend?" He hissed. "Honestly, Bree, what answer will you give when they ask you what's your favorite thing about me? That I'm hot? Or who knows, if they ask why we went to the same college but you weren't interested in me when I was just a broke ass illegitimate son of an ain't shit rockstar, what answer are you gonna give? Some fake shit about us not knowing each other then, or who knows, the real truth about how you did want me, but I was too poor for your image?"

BREE BROWN

There were so many ways Bree had been prepared for this meeting to go. Naturally, it went in a completely new direction she absolutely had not anticipated. It was difficult to catch Bree by surprise but she should have known. If no one else could, Jake would be the person to manage it. Ironically, it had been one of her favoite things about him. At first she had thought he was on edge because of his mother, but she was quickly realizing it was her who had him on edge. And the more he spoke he sounded less angry and more heartbroken. This was the first time she'd ever considered what being kept a secret must have felt like for him. Truth be told, she had assumed he didn't care and when he cheated it felt like confirmation that she had been more invested then him. Because to her, he was precious, he was hers and every moment she got to be with him was a moment she could just be. It never crossed her mind that he didn't know, that he couldn't see or feel that from her. It never occurred to her that her actions had made him feel like he was just a bit of fun. Where normally his calling her out would cause a tantrum or various other forms of deflection, she just looked at him. Maybe a bit too long considering how much he had just said to her, how vulnerable he let himself be in that moment. Something she imagined hadn't exactly been his goal. She needed to say something but she didn't know what, or more accurately she didn't know how. "You're right." That was something she had never said to him before. But she meant it. "I shouldn't have just cut you out. We were together for a year, I should have at least heard what you had to say." This was so far out of her comfort zone and she was having a lot of unflattering realizations about herself. "I didn't know that how you- I didn't know that's how I made you feel. I never thought of you as some broke hot guy to have fun with." Bree paused just needing a moment to collect her thoughts. Everything was jumbled but his question rang clear. "Your honesty. Your authenticity. Your boldness. Your ability to surprise me. Those are my favorite things about you." Now she was thinking about this entire interview, the whole story they were suppose to tell and it kind of disgusted her now. Now it felt like a wat for her to keep hiding him. The whole point of firing her previous PR team was to give her the freedom to be herself. It's what Eva was working so hard to help her achieve. So why keep lying. "Let's tell the truth then. Tell them we were together in college. That keeping it a secret put so much strain on our relationship we broke up but that we found a way back to each other." It sounded crazy as she said it but it felt more right then anything else.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake hadn't exactly meant to have an outburst like that, but given everything they'd been through and everything he was being subjected to with all of this, it just sort of came out. And he wasn't sorry about it either, so there was that too. He didn't know how Bree would react to all of it, if she'd keep up her professional charade she had going or finally hear him — so he was quite shocked when it was the latter. Furrowing his brows as she first said he was right, before diving into a whole spiel practically confirming that what he'd said wasn't wrong. But then she surprised him by actually answering his questions, and now it was his turn to stare at her like she'd suddenly sprouted a second head or something. He hadn't been fishing for real answers from her, but now that he had them, even after all this time, he couldn't help the way he suddenly felt now that he had them. It was a lot to process now, and now his emotions were truly all over the place. Though, not even any of that shocked him quite like her changing her tune and suggesting they just come clean. Now he knew something was wrong. "I never thought you saw me as just some brokey to have fun with, but you sure as hell didn't want to be seen out with me either. And I know, I signed up to be with you when I knew about the whole social media thing, but I didn't think you'd still be hiding me after a year." Jake admitted. "And you never knew how I felt because you never asked, but also because nothing is more important to you than pleasing your parents and a bunch of fucking losers who sit home and obsess over you — and not even the real you, just a version of you that gets sold to the world." Maybe that was a little harsh, but it was how he'd seen things from his perspective so he was just being honest. "But if you want to tell the real truth, then I'll admit what I did to you. If we're going to come clean, then we tell it all."

BREE BROWN

There was entirely too much running through her head right now. However, she did what she could to make sure she stayed focused on Jake. As he continued speaking she could tell hat he was still agitated and she wanted to reach out, touch him, hold his hand, cup his cheek. Hell, sit on his lap but that felt like cheating. So instead she just sat there and actually listened to him and what he said made her feel a lot of feelings, things she would have to sort out on her own time. It's a lot to hear how someone you... care about, see you. Especially when they don't see you in a great light and honestly she would probably be mad and annoyed about it later when she felt more free to emote, but right now she had just suggested something insane and he had just agreed to it and she was now wondering if that's why he cheated on her, because she was hiding him. It still doesn't make it okay and she still feels betrayed and unable to trust him because of it, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't wondered this whole time, why? "Okay, then we'll tell the truth. Did you just want to tell the truth about our history or did you also want to tell the truth about now. How we aren't really together because that's something Eva might need to know about, since it would likely require her to cancel any other couples shoots, interviews or posts she had setup for us." The idea of ending this fake relationship felt, not great but it wasn't like they were really together anyway and the truth is the truth even if she, or he, doesn't like it. Speaking of, "Is that why you cheated on me? Because I hid you and made you feel like I didn't want to be seen with you?" It was also worth noting that Bree actually didn't care very much about the fans or the fame, it really had just been to appease her parents. Something she probably needed to address in a professional setting. But it never did make sense why she prioritized all of that so much, when half the time it made her miserable. But they could talk about that later.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

This had all spun out of control at this point, and Jake was sure that their whole plan to prep for the interview was spinning out in ways they hadn't imagined. But that was also why he'd known most of these questions wouldn't have worked for him unless he lied about the answers, which he very much didn't want to do, or think he could be capable of forcing some sort of answer out for. But as Bree questioned just how honest they should be, he wasn't sure what they should do until she mentioned them telling Eva, which he knew would not go well. And truthfully, she kinda scared him, so he wasn't about to blow up anything she'd planned. "Slow down." He sighed. "I'm not pissing that woman off, so we don't have to go that far. We can just be honest about what happened before, and...I don't know, this is more your lane but...we say we missed each other and got back together? Something stupid and cheesy like that?" That's what stupid fans liked to hear, right? It could work, and he was sure if they told Eva this plan she'd probably agree, so there was that. When Bree spoke up again and finally asked a question he'd been dreading, Jake was sure that it would come up on the interview if they told the truth about their past, but that didn't mean he wanted to answer it for the whole world — yet he knew he had to answer it for Bree. "Look, I don't entirely know." He answered honestly. "We'd been together for a whole year and you wouldn't even invite me to your parents house for dinner to tell them the truth about us. You couldn't post me on your socials even as just a friend. You couldn't be seen out in public with me unless it was on campus and even then, I was limited in just how much I could touch my own girlfriend. It was hard not to start taking it as you being ashamed of dating some poor kid. I went to that party and I don't know — a chick is thrilled to post me on her socials and tell me she wants me, so I slept with her." Jake knew that was a lot to process, so he paused for a beat, trying to wrap his own mind around finally confessing all of this to ex. "It was one time, and I never went to that party planning to cheat on you, Bree. I fucked up, I know that and I take accountability for it, but maybe that was the only way I knew how to express my feelings? Or shit, I don't know, maybe I need a therapist to unpack every insecurity that built up from being in your closet. Either way, I'm sorry."

BREE BROWN

"It's not stupid and cheesy if it's true. And you've already admitted to missing me. So, the basic sentiment should be good. Plus, it's cute and the public likes cute." It was actually amazing and terrifying what the general public would excuse if it's wrapped up in a cute little story or an attractive face and Bree and Jake had both. There would still be people who had nothing but negative things to say but she was fairly confident that most people would be positive. A part of her was scared for him to answer her question. Right now she could make up whatever answer or reason she wanted or why he did what he did. But as soon as he answered she wouldn't be able to do that anymore. What if he says he was hooking up with her for months? Or that he didn't regret it, or that she hadn't been enough for him? Thankfully, that path to spiraling was stopped by him actually answering, and as he spoke she found herself feeling a lot of emotions. Guilt, anger, sadness, vengeful and relieved. Not because his explanation wasn't that bad, but because she finally had an explanation. It made her mad, kind of made her want to roll her eyes, made her want to be dismissive and defesive. I mean, he threw away their entire relationship, broke her trust, broke her heart just because some random posted him on her Instagram stories? But that feeling of guilt was still there as he apologized, again. Because, that hadn't been the only reason he slept with her, I mean she was no psychologist but if she were she might tell herself to try looking at things from his perspective. Insecurity was a beast and in that regard she couldn't really judge him for doing something so destructive. She knew, better than most, how dibilitating of a headspace that could be and sometimes you do anything to try and get some relief. But why didn't he just break up with her, or talk to her or expose the truth about them? Why did he have to cheat on her? Why did he have to hurt her like that? She should probably ask him that but she didn't have it in her to process anymore answers to anymore of her questions. So she was just going to have to tuck those away to ask him later. For now they still had an interview to prep for. One that this thorough and detailed binder would no longer help with. But first she did have one thing she needed to say to him. "I'm sorry for making you insecure and for not considering you and your feelings like I should have." There was probably more for her to apologize for but for now that's all she could manage. After taking a deep breath she closed the binder. "Unfortnately, nothing in that binder is going to be of much help. Once we tell them the truth the questions are all going to be about how we found out way back to each other and why I took you back. How I forgave you and that's going to be hard for me to answer because I haven't." She sighed. "I appreciate your apology, I even think I believe you're sorry. I can even see, psychologically, how your brain got there and why. And even though it's been several months since. it still feels like it just happened and I experience all of that hurt all over again and it makes me want to be a massive bitch to you, maybe figure out how to hurt you the same way. But I think we've hurt each other more than enough for one lifetime, so now I just have to sit in it." Looking at him, she exhaled. "Obviously I can't say that, so instead I'll go with something like, it took a lot of time and communication but eventually I trusted him again and he trusted me." It wasn't until she said that she realized that was her hope for them.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

While Jake didn't care what the public liked since they were far too gullible for their own good, he knew that was sort of the purpose here. Apparently being real didn't work for the mass of idiots building a brand was geared towards, so he would simply have to take Bree's word for it. Finally giving his ex a reason behind the whole cheating scandal should have been a bit more relieving for him to finally get that off his chest, especially after he had been trying to get her to talk to him for weeks now, but he mostly felt...empty? It wasn't in his nature to just take full accountability for something and bear his soul the way he had just done, and honestly he never wanted to do it again, but Bree deserved it. He knew she'd been sitting around trying to make sense of it herself, and he'd hated that she'd kept shutting him down before when he'd tried talking to her, so at least it was out in the open now. And he wasn't expecting her to apologize for anything, not after what he'd done, so he was quite shocked when Bree Brown actually gave a sincere apology. Jake wasn't sure he deserved that after everything, yet he still nodded and gave her a small smile anyway. Yet leave it to his ex to get right back to business, and he finished off another beer as he just let her talk. The business side of her would be hot if it wasn't so orchestrated to appeal to a bunch of internet stalkers, he thought to himself until she finished talking. "Or you tell me half of the truth: that I kept texting and calling you, annoying the hell out of you until you let me make it up to you." Jake suggested, which wasn't entirely wrong. Leaning closer to Bree, he put his hands on her thighs, squeezing them gently as he gazed into her eyes. "You know telling half truths or spinning even the negative questions into positives might be easier than trying to rehearse some shit, right?" He asked. "Think about it. They ask about your red flags, and I can say I like to focus on your green flags. You're brilliant. You're caring — even if you only let certain people see that side of you. You're one of the most hardworking women I know. You're a total math nerd, which is uncommon for anyone who looks this beautiful. And sometimes, when you allow it, you let your guard down and the real Bree comes out, which is when I admire you the most." He answered honestly before winking at her. "See how easy that was to just be honest?"

BREE BROWN

Nothing about this meeting was what Bree had expected. And even if this hadn't been a 'meeting', at no point did she envision her and Jake speaking so openly to each other about their previous relationship. In fact, Bree had intended on doing her best to pretend it never happened, because every time she had thought about him and their relationship and how it ended, it triggered immense amounts of anger and sadness. Of course, once he was back in her life that got harder, but she had still been determined to compartmentalize their past. So, she was rather surprised with herself right now, but not in a bad way. It was making her wonder what would have happened if she hadn't cut him out and instead had an actual conversation. Maybe she wouldn't still be angry, maybe her memories of them wouldn't be so triggering. Maybe, she'd be on the other side having processed and maybe even healed. But that was a line thinking for another day. Right now she felt okay, and she wasn't mad at the idea of letting Jake look like he begged just to talk to her again. Even if it wasn't true. Mainly because she had blocked him on everything and hadn't given him the chance to say anything to her, let alone beg. However, her response got caught in her throat a bit as he leaned into her, his hands on her thighs. She looked down as she felt his gentle squeeze. Looking back up when he started talking again. "But-" she started, cut off by his words, and she, for once, was glad he had. Hearing him list off so many things he liked about her she truly realized she had no concept of his perspective on anything related to her. Truthfully, she hadn't known he'd paid enough attention to her to even notice anything beyond her general attitude and her appearance. Most people didn't see anything outside of that and for most people her attitude was offputting enough that they didn't care to see anything past what she looked like. There was an odd sense of relief washing over her. Knowing that Jake had really seen her and liked her, not despite but because of, meant something to her. What exactly, she wasn't sure yet, but it was something. Notable to hold back her smile anymore, as he winked at her, she even let out a little giggle. "Well, I don't have any red flags so that makes sense." She said, her tone teasing. "So you think we should just... wing it?" She asked and the concept was very very new to her. Bree Brown never did anything without imagining every scenario and coming up with at least three suitable reactions to each one. Well, except when it came to Jake.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Maybe it was just Jake's overall charm, or the fact that he had never given a fuck what people thought and spoke his mind almost too openly, but the idea of winging an interview like this felt like the easiest and best route to take. If they were a normal, fake couple, then he could understand needing to prep for an interview, but considering that they didn't need to fake much, he didn't see a reason to prepare any bullshit answers. And judging by Bree's reaction to everything he'd said, he wasn't wrong about it working in his favor to tell the truth. He smirked when she insisted that she had no red flags, as if he hadn't already mentioned them as it was. Of course she wouldn't agree or own up to having any, but he simply shrugged it off, for now. They could dissect all of that later, when they truly needed to, but that wasn't important right now. But at her question, Jake nodded confidently. "I mean, we can prep what not to say, I guess? Like I know not to mention anything sexual, even if they ask about our sex life, but is there anything else you don't want me to mention? What you wear to bed when you stay over? If we cuddle or do the pillow talk thing after sex? Do I keep spare bonnets at my place so little miss Barbree doesn't mess up her perfect hair?" Jake teased, though those could have been questions he'd get asked, for all he knew. "And do they normally ask about like family stuff? If our families have met, what our siblings think of each other, that sort of thing? Cause as far as I know, Ali and Puck are both cool with this — or with what they know about us. And my niece Maya follows you on everything and wants to meet you, so you know, I'm sure your fans would love to hear that too."

BREE BROWN

There was a whole, rather thick, section in the binder labeled, WHAT NOT TO SAY !!. It included questions that they shouldn't answer and ways to answer those questions without actually answering them. Basically, how to say nothing and a lot, at the same time. Of course, if they were telling most of the truth the majority of that section is irrelevant. Hiding her smile and smacking his arm at the mention of spare bonnets, she smoothed a hand down her hair. Taking a moment to think about his question before her thoughts were interrupted by him posing another very valid question. See, this is why she liked binders and plans. When things were predictable she felt comfortable in her ability to control the situation. Make sure nothing is done or said that could hurt her or her family. But the truth was, them telling the truth about their past relationship put her in a situation that she had never been in before. Just telling the public that truth was going to have an impact on her public perception. Which was scary because she couldn't predict the outcome. Taking in a breath, she just reminded herself, that all of this was kind of the point. I mean, she wanted to be more honest, more herself because she was exhausted and miserable trying to keep up with a version of her that just wasn't authentic. At least she wasn't having to experience this alone. Even though Jake could be very... trying on her nerves, she knew he'd keep it real with her in private and have her back in public and as challenging as that could be, it's what she needed. "You can mention the bonnets and the cuddling. I don't think they will ask about what I wear when I stay over but if they do maybe just stick to me wearing your t-shirts and some fuzzy socks. They might ask if I snore or sleepwalk or move around a lot when I sleep." Fully processing what he'd said about his siblings and niece, she smiled. "Well when she and I meet, she can tell me all of her handles and I'll follow her back. And Ali already DMs me every 5-7 business days with memes I don't understand. But I would like to officially meet your family. As for my family, I am not sure how my parents feel about you now, I haven't responded to any of their messages since before Valentine's Day and my brothers are... fine, I assume. I imagine they would like to meet you." Bree had been completely avoiding her parents since they went public and mostly avoiding her brothers. Mainly, because she didn't want anyone else's opinion but she knew eventually she'd have to respond to them. Quite frankly, she was surprised her family hadn't just shown up on her doorstep already.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake laughed at the slap to his arm, knowing that it was a sign that even if Bree was mad or hurt or whatnot considering that she had an answer now, they were still them. The dating was fake (for now), and he still had a lot of work to put in with getting her to trust him or forgive him, but he could still find some sort of joy in knowing that he could at least still joke around with her sometimes. It was the only real semblance of normalcy they'd had since everything went down, but at least they were making baby steps of progress today. He nodded as she told him what he could mention, and even if he went off book a little, at least they was cleared up. "I've got it, don't worry." He promised, and he would be fine with the cute questions like that. That stuff was easier to answer, fake dating or not, so he'd ace those without even having to dwell on some crafted answer. As Bree spoke about meeting his family, he wasn't surprised that Ali was sending her memes, since she did that to him too. If anything, her wanting to meet his family was another step in the right direction, in his opinion anyway. But as she mentioned her own family, Jake sighed, knowing that they probably had to tread lightly on that end. "How about we tackle your family after you respond to them, and probably after this interview airs and they go ahead and start hating me anyway." He suggested, which was probably going to make the Browns dislike him more, but he'd deal with that if it came to it. "As for my family, you can officially meet my siblings and Maya whenever you're ready — though, the kid would prefer it happen as soon as possible. But as for my mom, let's just keep you as far away from her as possible." He sighed. "Besides, she's only here to get money from me or Ali, who apparently won't answer her calls and that's why she's stuck staying with me. Hopefully I can get rid of her by tomorrow, and then we can pretend you didn't even meet her today."

BREE BROWN

At the mention of her family hating him after the interview, she couldn't believe she hadn't considered that telling the world about their true history, including the cheating, would actually give her parents a reason to feel entitled to their opinion. And if they feel entitled they will absolutely find a way to make it known to her. Of course, they weren't going to like him no matter what, because they didn't hand pick him for her, but now they would feel justified, like they were being good parents and even better people for opposing their relationship. God, she was already exhausted, so much so that she was considering suggesting they just leave that part out. But she knew Jake wouldn't agree to it, and more than that she didn't want to leave it out. The whole point of telling the truth is to tell the truth. Besides, this whole Tatum thing seems more important anyway. It wasn't often that Jake talked about her and when he did, he really didn't have anything kind to say. Not that she blamed him, as much as she complained about her parents she did believe they loved her and were just wrong in how they showed it. But with Jake's mom, if she did love them, it was clear her kids didn't know that. "My parents were never going to approve, giving them a reason is not ideal but they were always going to be a problem. My brothers will probably, and very annoyingly, like you just fine. I can already tell Maya is going to be my favorite and I now need to know if she's a girly girl because I have so many PR packages with her name on it." Sue her, she liked being liked, plus she always wanted a sister growing up to bond with, even though her mother probably would have had them in competition with each other. She liked to imagine different. Putting her hands on his, she sighed. "I will absolutely not be pretending I didn't meet her today. I have entirely too many questions for that. I don't know what I was expecting but she is every bit what you've described and I only met her for two minutes. How long has she been staying here?" She looked around as if that would give her the answer. Although, she did suddenly notice a few out of place items now that she was looking.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake was sure that coming clean was probably going to start even more shit with the Browns, yet they were never going to like him anyway so he didn't give a shit. Sure, he wasn't the poor kid from college anymore, but he wasn't some snobby rich prick they'd hand-picked either, so he had already accepted that he'd never get their approval. But he assumed they weren't thrilled with Bree's decision to take over her own image now, so maybe it was good that they wouldn't like him. When his ex vocalized that as well, he simply shrugged it off. It was what it was. But when she insisted that her brothers might not feel the same way, he figured that was at least a fair start with half of her family, so he'd take it. As Bree mentioned giving Maya some of her PR bullshit, he smiled, already positive that his niece would probably never shut up about meeting Bree or getting anything from her. "Yeah, I think she's pretty girly. Then again, she'd take anything you gave her so either way, the kid will love you. But you're not allowed to swoop in there with your little brand stuff and try to become her new favorite person that's not her dad. I have that spot on lock, and I ain't giving it up." He warned, fully meaning business there. The hand on his was a gesture Jake hadn't expected, much like he hadn't expected for Tatum and Bree to meet at all, and his ex confirming that she wouldn't just pretend it hadn't happened made him groan. "I've lost track of how long it's been. Maybe a week? Almost two? Too damn long. But the second I got drafted and signed off on that contract, I knew she'd be out here. I don't even think she plans on leaving, and Ali won't help me out here so I've just been stuck dealing with her. At this point, I keep having to hide my wallet so she doesn't sneak out with it." Jake sighed. "But you can ask whatever you wanna ask. You've just gotta be out of here before she comes back."

BREE BROWN

It was actually really cute and sweet, how much being an ucle meant to Jake. In fact, this new found family seemed to be good for him. I mean, he was still Jake but it felt like there was more depth there now, more warmth. "I would never actively try and oust you from number one but a little collab with my boyfriend's niece would probably perform well and I can't help it if that might put me in the running for her new favorite." She teased. Truthfully, she would never want to intrude or take away from his relationship with his niece. However, there are just some things a man is always going to be out of his depth on when it comes to girls and women. Maybe that could be where Bree fit. Why was she thinking about where she would fit in her not boyfriend's niece's life? Despite their professional arrangement and their hiccup on Valentine's Day, they were not back together. Reminding herself of that, she stacked a couple more bricks up around herself again. Her train of thought was cut off by him answering her question. Two weeks? She had so many questions, like why not just put her up in a hotel so she doesn't bother him? Why not just send her away? Sure, she's his mother but she had no legal claim to anything, he could have her removed by security or the police. Granted, that seemed... extreme, but why let her stress him out? Probably the same reason Bree had let her parents control her every move for twenty-five years. Looking at him, and hearing his tone of voice, she knew no matter how curious she was, now wasn't the time. Maybe when he was able to get his mother out of his space it would be easier for him to explain. But for now, they had enough to think about. "I can wait until she's gone to ask my questions. Why don't I have my driver get us some food and then we can watch something. That way you can recharge a bit before she gets back." It wasn't a suggestion, she was already texting her driver to get some of their favorites. Normally, she'd want to perfect their interview as best they can but right now, Jake seemed like he needed a friend and while Bree had never imagined that would be their dynamic, she was willing to try. They were going to be around each other regardless, might as well attempt to make it pleasant.

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thread one title || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Friday, February 14, 2025 around 5:00 pm

location: a rented out penthouse in downtown L.A

warnings: nsfw, smut

summary: it's been time for Jake and Bree to really sell their PR relationship as genuine and what better way than celebrating their Valentine's Day, Savage X Fenty shoot, thanks to the best PR rep in the world. The one and only, Eva Anderson. As per usual it goes from zero to a hundred, way quicker than it should have, but at least sone communication was had.

word count: 8,725

JAKE PUCKERMAN

To say that these over the top dramatics for some photo shoot thing he had begrudgingly agreed to was too much would be quite the understatement. Jake wasn't used to any of this, wasn't used to having this kind of attention on him or a whole party planned simply because he'd showed up and naturally looked good, but he was playing along all for one person: Bree. Well okay, maybe part of it was because Eva had politely demanded that he show up, wear the outfit she'd personally picked out for him so he could match with Bree, and then just go with the flow as him and his ex were paraded around like a couple. That woman was slightly intimidating so he wasn't going to tell her no, but his primary reason for agreeing was because he got to be all over his ex again. He knew he'd fucked up by cheating on Bree, yet he had tried to apologize and talk to her about it for what felt like ages and she just kept snapping at him before blocking him and avoiding him. So given that she couldn't do it tonight, he planned to take full advantage of it. After helping himself to the free food and free whiskey, one glare from Eva told him it was time to put on a show. He started walking around the venue until he spotted the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he smirked to himself as he walked over to her. He didn't know who she was talking to, didn't even care to look at them and see who they were as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Hey, baby." He whispered into her ear as he pulled her body against him just tightly enough that Bree wouldn't be able to get out of his grasp, which he knew she'd try to do the second she realized it was him. "You look absolutely stunning tonight, Bree." He praised before he softly kissed her neck, knowing that if he wanted her to play along and not immediately tell him to get the hell off of her, he was going to have to weaken her even a little bit, which wasn't that hard for him.

BREE BROWN

This entire situation was irritating. Okay, not the entire thing but the Jake of it all was. While she understood from a brand perspective that being romantically attached to the football player was, objectively, a genius move on Eva's part in shifting her fanbases perception of her, and would absolutely help her appeal to her preferred demographic, it still required her to cozy up to the man who had her completely in love just to cheat on her a year in. Surely, no one could blame her for being agitated at the sight of his stupid handsome face. Thankfully, in this moment she had a repreive from it all. Even though she was barely aware of who she was talking to, one of her peers, Sasha, who's hand had just squeezed her arm, as if to get her attention back. "Sorry. You know how it is." She smiled at her, "You were telling me why I should have been on your last girls trip." She said teasingly and her friend continued and this time Bree was focused. Of course, that meant they had to be inturrupted. Feeling a set of strong arms wrap around her, she recognized the feel of him before that "Hey, baby." She narrowly avoided rolling her eyes and when she subtly tried to step out of his grasp she realized just how tightly he was holding her. Dammit. She thought as he was complimenting her and then his lips were on her neck and she felt her eyes flutter closed for a second. This man was a menace and because there were people around she couldn't exactly swat him away. Instead, she leaned into him, half because it's what she would do if they were together and half because apparently one kiss on her neck made her weak enough to want to. It seemed Sasha took the hint and excused herself. Turning in his arms, Bree figured that would at least keep his lips to himself. Wrapping her arms around her fake boo's neck, she damn near swacked the back of his head. "I look stunning every night." She clarified. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Eva and she sighed, before looking back at Jake. "I've met what feels like your entire family tonight. Very charming, funny and almost obnoxiously attractive people. It's a shame those Puckerman traits ran our when it got to you." Except, in Bree's eyes, he embodied those traits and it was taking a lot for her not to confess that, she was hoping saying the exact opposite would somehow make the lie true. It didn't.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Although Jake had been drafted was playing in the league now, something he'd dreamed about as a kid, it all still felt sort of surreal to be honest. He had also been extremely unprepared for the way his life went from 0 to 100 almost overnight, and although he'd knows about the brand and social media image thing because of Bree, he'd been just as uninterested as before in all of it. None of it had mattered, and he didn't care to indulge in it like his ex did, but that had been his undoing. As soon as he'd picked out his team, he was being told that he needed to put himself out there more, get attention from brands and other players and coaches, gain new fans, etc. He had refused, and sadly, that just made his team even more joyful when Eva Anderson came knocking. Now, someone was running his socials, and he was being forced into shoots like the one with Bree. He hadn't had a choice in the matter, but it being a Valentine's Day shoot where he got to pretend to still be a happy couple with his lady got him to agree anyway. And the shoot had been a success, obviously, but now he just wanted some alone time with Bree. Smirking when she realized she couldn't get out of his hold, Jake knew he had her right where he wanted her. Once she spun around, his hands fell to her ass in return, giving it a tight squeeze. "See, I would know that if you stopped blocking me on insta." He hummed, knowing she would never stop blocking him any time she got mad at him. It was just who she was. When she spoke up again and complimented his family, and tried to shade him, he shrugged one of his shoulders as he leaned in closer to her. "Don't be childish, baby girl. We both know you don't believe that." Was his ego huge? Yes. Had Bree spent the year they were together feeding into said ego? Absolutely, so he knew what she really thought of him. "Now, we're supposed to be playing nice, so how about a kiss? Gotta really sell the couple thing, right?"

BREE BROWN

The second she felt his hands on her ass she had to roll her eyes. Thank God no one could see her face, but she didn't remove them and even leaned in a bit more at the squeeze. She told herself it was to keep up appearances and if Jake every questioned her on it, she would tell him the same. This entire situation was aggravating and confusing. Mainly because Jake was than anyone at getting her to lower her defenses and fold like her name is Auntie Anne. It's why she had been so adamant on not letting him have the opportunity to talk to her or see her alone, because it would take him an embarrassingly short amount of time to charm his way back into her skirt. The absolute last thing she needed was to be in the same room as him on Valentine's Day, of all days. Let alone in that room surrounded by photos of them, enjoying the feel of his hands on her ass. But, then again, they were suppose to be a couple and she had to admit, to herself and no one else, that Eva might have done her big one pairing them together. They had been well received, to say the least, and she was getting to do shoots like this one, for Savage X Fenty and she was noticing an influx of poc, especially black people following her, wanting to work with and collaborate with her. It's everything that she wanted and everything that Eva had promised her. Was it really so bad if she didn't hate the man chosen to be by her side? I mean, wasn't that a good thing? Coming back to the moment, just in time to hear her fake beau ask for a kiss, the influencer moved her hands down to his chest. "Your hands on my ass is selling it plenty." Unfortunately, she looked at his lips for a second and told herself it would be weird if they didn't kss. "But you have been oddly well behaved today, soI'll allow a kiss." Leaning up she quickly closed the distance between them, and she wanted to enjoy the feel of his lips on hers again after so long, but that's what he wanted and where would the fun be in giving him exactly what he wants? So she lingered, jus long enough for him to think he could deepen it, then she pulled away, smile on her face. To anyone watching, it looked like a sweet little kiss shared between two young lovers in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. But as her hands moved down his torso, she started to feel like her dry spell was coming to an end and if it wasn't for the close proximity clouding her judgment, she would be very disappointed in herself.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Bree's eye roll wasn't anything Jake wasn't expecting, but he also knew his ex enough to know that she wasn't as good as fighting him off as she liked to pretend that she was. After all, if she were that pissed about it, she would've pulled the generic moved and forced his hands to the small of her back instead, but he'd just let her think that he didn't peep the truth. They were surrounded by prying eyes, eyes that were being sold a black love story at an event full of potential brand deals for Bree, and probably himself now that his "image" had a purpose thanks for football, so they couldn't allow anyone else in on the truth. That sure as hell gave him some leverage though, and as usual, the boy was about to run with it. "The old fashioned ass grab is about as cliche and staged as a fake dating trope can get." He pointed out. Honestly, there were far too many fake dating movies out there for this not to be a staple format to follow, so that wasn't going to sell it like a kiss would. When Bree seemed to be agreeing to a kiss, he perked up a little as he watched her lean in. "Finally." He muttered, though it was short lived as she taunted him with the kiss, because of course she would. But for appearances sake, he accepted the gentle kiss, and once she pulled back again, he nodded respectfully. "That was cute, baby girl." Jake praised, letting his hands squeeze Bree's ass more firmly now. "But what will be even cuter is the way I'm gonna have your legs spread while you're moaning my name." That Puckerman ego was one hell of a thing, he knew that, yet he also knew how to get what he wanted out of his ex so he knew he was right. "Now, I'll let you choose if it happens in the bathroom here, or back at your place, but it is happening." He only took his eyes off of Bree's as some photographer moved in for a photo op, to which he was learning he'd have to adjust to, but then he was smirking as he gazed into her eyes again. "I'm assuming Eva is going to make us play this whole romantic thing up for a handful of more photos before this night is over with, but do keep in mind that I will gladly stand here and kiss or suck on your neck in that way that you like until you cave in and decide how we end this night." He warned, and they both knew he was dead ass serious. "So Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful, but how about a real kiss this time?"

BREE BROWN

For a singular moment she felt victorious. But he must have been even more disappointed than she had thought in not getting what he wanted from her because he wasn't pulling his punches anymore. It's not like she melts for just anyone talking to her like that but it was Jake. The way his voice sounded when he spoke low like that, just for her ears. Every once of her wished they weren't in a room full of people, important people who she needed to make a good impression on. Part of her wanted him to carry her to the nearest bathroom and the other part of her wanted to slap that ego of his into oblivion. Neither of which were viable options given their current situation. So instead she just leaned into his touch and giggled like she didn't even notice the cameras. It gave her time to think about what to do, which really ended up in her thinking about the situation in the first place. I mean, why would he even agree to fake date her? Then it dawned on her, he'd probably never had to do more than smile to get into a girl's panties and maybe his astronomical ego couldn't handle that she hadn't given him the opportunity to charm his way back into hers. Looking up at him as he asked for a real kiss, she considered her options and figured a little indugling was fine and in this case necessary. "Happy Valentine's day, baby." She said, leaning up and this time her hand cupped his cheek as she closed the distance, her mouth opening a bit. Giving him the kind of kiss he wanted and that the public would absolutely eat up. After a few moments she pulled away, her lips moving over to his ear. "There's a bathroom in the back, away from all of this. Go and I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes." Pulling back enough to look him in the eyes, she smiled and she finally took his hands off of her assto hold them. She knew she couldn't look too happy about it or he'd know something was up. It was important he thought he was about to get what he was asking for. "Hurry up, before I change my mind." She said with attitude the way she knew he not so secretly liked.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could admit that he was an asshole more often than not, at least since their break up, but he was turning over a new leaf. Well, attempting to. He knew he still had a lot to make up for, but her constantly leaving him hanging whenever he tried to make a pass at her was driving him crazy. They were too exposed right now, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do whatever it took to make her fold at some point. When she returned the sentiment, he wasn't sure whether it was authentic or not until lips were crashing into his own, kissing him a lot more intensely than the last kiss, which earned another squeeze to her ass as he returned the kiss. It also got little Jake to perk up too, which wasn't in the plan but when a woman as gorgeous as Bree kissed you like this, it was just a natural reaction. He groaned once the kiss was finally broken, thinking she was about to tell him to fuck off until she started whispering into his ear. Now, Bree Brown had never, a day in her life, just handed him what he'd wanted on a platter like this, and certainly not when he'd requested it while trying to take charge. Jake knew deep down she did like him being in charge, yet she would never admit it, and she would try to be the one in charge when she could. So when she instantly told him to head for the bathroom, part of him knew this was bullshit. It was almost too easy for her to agree, so he knew there was a catch. "Yes ma'am." He responded, deciding to play into this anyway. "You hurry up." He insisted before he took off for the bathroom. As soon as he walked in, being the guest of honor made it all too easy to clear it out, telling the other dudes that there was some kind of leak and they were sending someone in to handle it discreetly as not to cause a distraction. As soon as they all filed out, he waited by the door, determined to shoo anyone that wasn't Bree away while he waited for his girl to join him.

BREE BROWN

Catching herself smiling, she couldn't help it, her ex's excitement at the prospect of having sex with her was... cute, maybe even sweet. Watching as he disappeared in the crowd, she exhaled for what felt like the first time that night. It was hard for her not to just, fold for him. Harder than she wanted to admit to even herself. But she was determined to chalk it up to her dry spell, even if deep down she knew it was just because she wasn't over him. Which actually servered to irritate her all over again because why the hell was she hung up on a man who cheated on her and was now just trying to stroke his ego by getting back under her skirt? Embarrassing. With her sense of purpose restored she went and found a custodian, venmo-ed him $150 to make the bathroom look like it was out of order. But first she had to slip in without being noticed, which was just as difficult as she had anticipated. Having to stop and chat with people whose name's she had already forgotten. After a few minutes she was able to slip inside, the custodian immediately getting to work on blocking it off. Now that she was back in poximity to her ex she was starting to lose the plot a little bit. As she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning up their lips almost touching. "Is this what you wanted?" She asked with a kiss. "To prove to yourself that if you could just get in the same room with me, I'd fold?" She hummed against his lips. "You thought I was that easy?" She asked before backing up, putting her hands on her hips. "Is that why you agreed to this PR relationship? Did you ask for me specfically? Is your ego that enormous that you just couldn't stand that I didn't let you charm your way back into my bed after you cheated on me?" It was a lot of questions and she knew this was absolutely not what he'd had in mind, but surely he knew she wasn't going to give in because he made one self assured remark about her moaning his name tonight. "Did you actually manage to hoe your way through all of the viable women in L.A. that you're now spinning the block? You're such an asshole, Jake. Think that you can just have me whenever because you've what, had me before? I'm not an object you can pick up and put down at your leisure!" She huffed and without even giving him a chance she was snapping at him again. "Well, say something."

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Truthfully, Jake didn't have a clue what to expect once Bree joined him, yet he did know she wasn't going to just strip and let him have his way. That would have been far too easy, and nothing with his ex was easy. So when she came inside and instantly walked over to him, he watched her with a curious glint in his eyes. Where was she going with this? When she started with the questions, adding in a kiss between the first set of questions to taunt him, he was already annoyed. But once she pulled away from him and the questions became more pointed, accusing him of one thing after another before he could even get a word in, but he was pissed now so it was best that he think about what he was going to say beforehand anyways. He let her keep throwing out questions as he inhaled, and then exhaled, a few short breaths, and then when she finally snapped at him to say something, he chuckled dryly. "Oh, you're done now?" He snapped right back as he leaned against the sink counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "I didn't ask for anything. I got told by my agent that they wanted to work on my social media presence and had gotten an offer from Eva Anderson. Didn't even know who she was until they started laying out this whole PR relationship thing for your brand. You know how much I hate this stuff, but I agreed because you're the only person I'd feel comfortable doing all of this stuff with, and because I wanted to help with your brand stuff too." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders just slightly. "For the record, I keep trying to apologize and talk to you about the cheating thing, but all you do is this. You make assumptions, start bitching, and then fucking block me so I can't say anything to you. This has nothing to do with me thinking of you as some sort of object, or with any other woman. This is about us, Bree." Dropping his arms down to his side, Jake stepped closer to his ex. "If you would stop acting immature and blocking me just for simply saying two words to you, we could talk like actual adults. And no, I don't think you're easy at all. If I wanted easy, I'd be anywhere but in this bathroom with you." Maybe that was too honest, but since she'd thrown out her assumptions, he might as well clarify a few things just to cover his bases. "To be fair, a whole ass photoshoot with you in lingerie does get a man excited, so I can't be blamed for that. But fake dating my actual ex-girlfriend isn't as easy as we make it seem, not when I miss you, baby girl." Deciding to throw caution to the wind now, he gently cradled his ex's face in one of his hands, letting his thumb gently brush along her cheek. "I'm sorry for what I did. I know we need to talk about it, and I'm not expecting you to just forgive me right now, but at least let me take care of you." Jake pleaded softly. "I still know you well enough to know when you need to be touched, and I know that white boy your parents had you fake dating wasn't satisfying you — if you even let him try, that is."

BREE BROWN

Every part of her was so sure that anything that came out of his mouth would simply serve to prove her right. So, when he said he'd agreed to this not just because it was her but because he wanted to help out with her brand, she could feel her stance become just a little less guarded. Honestly, she was already regretting demanding he respond. This was much easier for her when she couldn't hear his side or get actual answers to her questions. It made it a lot harder for her not to pretend she... didn't feel what she felt for him. But, of course, he kept speaking. While he was right, about her not letting him talk and just blocking him, she had to. If she hadn't all he would've had to do was look a little sad and say he was sorry and she would have taken him back. She wouldn't have given herself time to process and understand how she actually felt and what damage had been done. It would have ended up making things worse, right? Taking her hands off her hips she mirrored her ex's movement by putting her arms by her side and not moving back as he moved forward. It also felt good to know that he didn't think she was easy, mainly because, for him, she always had been, bby her own standards. Maybe not generally speaking, but for her, he barely had to try before she was rolling around with him on a regular basis. Even now, she couldn't help but try and hide a smile as he admitted to finding her attractive. Now h needed to stop, but naturally he admitting to missing her and he called her baby girl in that stupidly attractive voice of his. It was too much, if she had a hundred walls up when she walked into this bathroom, she only had two left. He was too close. Then his hand was cupping her face and his thumb was brushing over her cheek, and she felt herself lean into the touch. Exhaling as she closed her eyes, it was the first time she'd hard him apologize for anything. Not because he hadn't tried before, but because this was the first time she had let him talk to her long enough to get it out. It felt so... genuine. But she just couldn't trust it. Maybe that's why she looked for any excuse to make this moment less, intimate. At the mention of her precious PR relationship partner, she just said what she thought might bring back a couple more of her walls. "He tried and succeeded." She said, but was immediately hit with a wave of regret as she looked in his eyes. "He took direction well." She tried to soften her previous statement. There were a lot of things she wanted to say, to ask but she accidentally let her eyes drop from his eyes to his lips and he looked so good in his Valentine's day fit. And his shirtless body being everywhere she turned since she got here, hadn't helped. "He wasn't you, though." She confessed, looking up at him through her lashes.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Could Jake be an asshole? Yes. Did he know how to get through to Bree when he wanted something? Also yes. But for now, this was the first time he'd gotten Bree alone without her just telling him to fuck off, and he'd be a damn fool if he didn't take advantage of it. Her body language signaled that he was getting warmer at least, so they were getting somewhere, which was a good thing for him. It was more than she'd given him in months, and more than she'd expected to give him when she walked in this bathroom, meaning he was clearly getting through to her. Or he was until she spoke up again, and he didn't hesitate to drop his hand at that bullshit. Now he knew he was a half breed, but the Puckerman side had come with more than just the ego so he knew that some rich white loser hadn't succeeded at pleasing his woman. It was impossible. He'd seen the dude and between the look and his dumb ass content alone, Jake knew that Great Value version of Justin Bieber came up short between his legs and couldn't dream of pleasuring his ex the way that she liked it. Even her little line about him 'following directions' sounded like bullshit, and he couldn't help but chuckle at it. "You mean you had to tell him how to fuck you?" He teased, though he knew that was exactly what had happened. "I'm sure that was so thrilling for you, babe." He hadn't intended on being an asshole but thanks to Bree and her little dig, it just came out naturally. But when she spoke up again, his demeanor flattened again as he met her gaze. Of course she'd go and throw that out after trying to get under his skin. She was lucky she looked so damn good right now, or else he would have shut this all down. "In the spirit of this stupid holiday that I know you like, I don't think a bathroom fuck will suffice. So, how about we breeze through the rest of this party, and then we go back to your place?" Jake suggested as he picked Bree up. "Sound good?"

BREE BROWN

Despite wanting to roll her eyes at his response to her little jab, she let him have it, since it had been an immature comment to make in the first place. Plus, he was right, not that she was willing to admit that to him, but the sex with her former... whatever, had been lacking. There was a time in her life where she would have been so into the sex they had, but post-Jake Bree just couldn't quite get into it. Before she even had a chance to smack his arm for calling Valentine's Day stupid, she was being picked up and her arms were around his neck. "We'll have to see if you can behave for the rest of this party and avoid pissing me. Neither of which are your strong suits." She said as she gave his shoulder a pat so she could be put down. Once she was, she looked in the mirror and readjusted herself to perfection, before doing the same for Jake. It dawned on her that they didn't have to sneak out of this bathroom, because everyone expected to see them together and if anything it was maybe the right amount of sexy. So she took his hand in hers and led them out. Still trying to do it covertly but she had to admit it did feel good that she didn't have to hide anythign anymore. The rest of the party was actually pretty fun, and mostly lowkey, considering anyway. Usually, she felt every agonizing minute of these things, but with Jake by her side, it had been tolerable. But as the party came to an end and they were finally allowed to leave, Bree didn't hesitate in alerting her driver she was ready to go home. Thankfully, it wasn't a long ride back to her place and she found herself cuddling up to Jake in the back of that SUV like nothing had ever changed. It wasn't until her driver had let them know they arrived and she had to, disengage from him, that she had even noticed she'd been on him like that. Shooing him out of the car, she stepped out after him and avoided touching him on their way up. Once the door was closed behind them, she hung up her jacket and slipped her shoes off, before turning to her ex. She had made far too many moves tonight and she was ready for him to lead. Yes, she was aware, he'd lowkey been leading this whole time but this time she wasn't going to fight it. So she just looked at him with a little smile, waiting to seejsut what he planned on doing now that he was here.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Behaving was damn near impossible for a Puckerman, so he'd learned, but Jake figured lasting a few more hours wouldn't kill him. "Deal." The word had rolled off the tip of his tongue a little easily, considering the second they walked back out into the party and he was met with the photos around the venue, his resolve was weakening every single time he looked at Bree in that damn lingerie. But he sucked it up, smiling and greeting people, forcing more smiles for pictures, the works. It wasn't quite as unbearable as he'd envisioned it would be, but as soon as it was over, he was beyond relieved when Bree was tugging him to her car. He didn't call her out for nuzzling him on the ride over, choosing to just enjoy the moment without ruining it since it had been far too long since they'd even been alone like this. As soon as they arrived at Bree's building, he just took his orders diligently as he climbed out and followed her up to her apartment. He almost scoffed as he watched Bree's little tease, only taking off the bare minimum before she faced him expectantly. Considering he'd shit talked the white boy not knowing how to take charge, of course his ex was going to challenge him to do the opposite. As usual. So naturally, Jake took it with a grain of salt as he wasted no time stripping out of his clothes, discarding them right there in the foyer because they were unimportant right now. All that mattered right now was satisfying his woman, a task he took very seriously, especially when Bree might not give him the chance again any time soon. Stepping closer to his beauty, Jake held her gaze as he swiftly rid her of her clothing as well. "Had you unblocked me and let me talk to you after the shoot, you'd know that I had planned to give you more than my dick for Valentine's Day." He teased, picking Bree up yet again before carrying her back to her bedroom, not even needing to look where he was going as he made the familiar trek there. Once inside her bedroom, he delicately laid her down in the middle of her bed. "Now, no telling me what to do from this point forward. You can ask for something, but if you so much as demand anything, I'm going to prolong the inevitable." Jake teased, and they both knew Bree would get pushy if she coudln't have what she wanted when she wanted it, but he had all night to torture her if he pleased. Peppering kisses along his girl's chest, he started to trail down her body, only stopping momentarily to give her boobs a little attention before he continued descending further. While he wouldn't tell her that yes, he had been with someone else over the past few months for just a few quickies here and there, he could fully admit that she wasn't Bree, that he didn't desire her the way he did his ex. As soon as he was propped between her legs, he smirked up at her. "Just relax." He warned before licking a stripe along her folds first, just to taunt her a bit, which he knew she would hate. And then without warning, he gently pushed his tongue inside of her, starting up a slow, steady pace of devouring her cunt. God, how he'd missed this, even if he hadn't verbally expressed it, but at least he could show her now.

BREE BROWN

Usually, Bree was always on ten. Those synapses firing at an impressive rate, but then Jake was in her place, stripping and suddenly it was like her brain had never had a thought before. Had never solved complex math or edited a transition heavy Tik Tok to perfection. Nope, now all her beautiful and brilliant brain could do was process the man in front of her, and, quite frankly, it was damn near struggling to do that. Oh my God, he literally made her stupid. So stupid, in fact, that it wasn't until her legs were wrapped around his waist that she even realized he had undressed her too. At some point she would remember to ask him what more he had planned on giving her, but right now all she could do was feel her pussy flutter at being carried like she was lighter than air. As soon as she was laid down on the bed, she looked up at her ex and now her brain was turned on. At laest enough to hear what he was saying and get semi annoyed with it, because they both knew she couldn't adhere to that. Demands just slipped from her lips without her knowledge, almost every time she spoke. And yet, she just nodded because the feel of his lips against her skin had her feeling stupid again. Although, she did manage to stop herself from giving him a, 'yes, sir,' in response. it felt like a second and an hour before she looked down to find her man... ex-man, between her legs and at his words her head fell back and she felt his tongue, but not where she wanted it and she damn near made a demand, but it seemed Jake was just as eager as she was because within second his tongue was inside of her. She arched her back, her hips moving into it and one of her hands tangled in her bedsheets. It wasn't like no one had gone down on her since their break up but it was like she hadn't been touch like this since and she hadn't experienced pleasure like this and she hadn't realized how much she craved it until she felt it again. Like she had been looking for this, for him, in everyone since. And to avoid his ego growing to the size of their galaxy she would never be able to admit that to him. But she could absolutely enjoy it for the night because they definnitely couldn't do this again. This was just a blip, a Valentine's day blip, so it doesn't even really count. Yeah... yeah. "More.. not enough." She choked out between heavy breaths and loud moans. See, demands were how she communicated and she knew he was going to have entirely too much fun with that.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

It wasn't exactly a secret that Jake had some sort of hold on Bree, much as she did him, yet he was much better at playing it cool than she was. That was generally how they always ended up like this, with her going from being snarky to practically eating out the palm of his hand. Gloating was natural for a Puckerman, yet he was far too determined to satisfy his woman for it — at least for now. There would be ample gloating after they were well spent and hopefully cuddling after a few rounds. But for now, he had a goal and that was all he cared about. Well that and the fact that while he was selective about the women he put his mouth on, he would always jump at the chance to go down on Bree. Logic would've told him that it wasn't just because that whole "the blacker the berry, the sweeter juice" phrase was meant for Bree Brown and Bree Brown only, but it was much, much deeper than that. They had barely scratched the surface of their feelings before he'd gone and screwed things up, and since she would never give him the time of day to explain himself now, this was his only chance to try and relay most of what he felt for her. And not to toot his own horn, but he knew he was skilled with his tongue, which was confirmed as soon as Bree arched into his touch, further stroking his ego and challenging him to continue, so he obliged, shoving his tongue in deeper as ot delivered slow, loving thrusts inside of her. Her grinding her hips against his tongue was expected, and although she always wanted him to take control, Jake was used to her dominance rearing its head anyway. So as soon as she remarked that it wasn't enough, he rolled his eyes. "Got it." He groaned in response, though it was mostly just to taunt her a bit. But he did in fact have this, which he proved as he tortured her for a few minutes longer before finally offering some relief. Jake curled his tongue into Bree's g-spot, devouring her like his last meal now that he had her right where he wanted her. His hands trailed over her inner thighs, moving in sync until one hand was gripping her and yanking her closer, while the other extended upward to clumsily fondle her tits. If she wanted to be pushy, then he was going to make her beg for him to give her what she truly desired.

BREE BROWN

Now, there were many things about Jake, many qualities he had, that Bree had a deep appreciation for. So much about him balanced out her, admittedly, neurotic behaviors His ability to calm her and help her feel at peace Not to mention the determination, strength and talent it took for him to make it to the NFL despite a potentially career ending injury. Every time she looked at him, she saw a man who ticked all of her boxes. Having said that, he had been her best eater and losing that had been an unexpected disappointment. It had her on the verge of unblocking him more times than she would ever admit out loud. So, it wasn't all that surprising that five minutes into experiencing his tongue again, she could feel her climax building. While she had gotten use to being able to keep enough of her mind to keep it cute. Not too loud, not too much movement, controlled breaths. If she wasn't two seconds from an orgasm she might have realized that she had been holding back since their break up. But as it was, with Jake, holding back wasn't an option. She was breathing hard, muttering "oh my God's and a couple "right there"'s and maybe a "please, daddy"escaped her lips. Her fingers in his hair, her head thrown back and she was so warm that she could feel a bead or two of sweat on her forehead. As his tongue worked inside her, reaching that specific spot, she cried out in pleasure and yet it wasn't enough. She knew he could give her more and she needed it. His mouth was gifted but his cock? That's what she wanted to cum on. So she removed her hands from his hair and sat herself up a bit, more of her juices pooling at the sight of him between her legs. "I want your cock. Now. Right now." She looked at him, her chest heaving with his hands on her breasts. "Please." The please was very unlike her but the girl was starving, had been for months, so she couldn't be judged. Not that she was of a mind to care right now. All she cared about in this moment was getting Jake to give her what she needed. And what she needed was to be filled and fucked, apparently.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

While Jake wouldn't hesitate to admit that he had missed Bree, had missed being like this with her, that didn't quite compare to showing her that he missed it. Part of him was doing this to prove to them both that even if he was a fuck up, nobody else his ex tried to drown out her emotions with would ever live up to what he could do to her. It wasn't often that anyone could quiet the strong-willed Bree, and lord knows that Jake certainly couldn't shut her up 90% of the time, but that all changed whenever he got her into bed and took control. If she'd ever wondered why he was so damn cocky about his skills in the bedroom, the sea of moans and praises falling for her perfect lips was as good of an answer as they'd ever get. Her words sounded like the sweetest melody in his head as he kept curling his tongue right where she needed him most. Her sitting up and begging (yes, he was counting it as begging and he'd be using it to his advantage later) him to give her what they both wanted only made him smirk up at his girl as his tongue lapped at her cunt faster. Truthfully, Jake would leave his head buried between Bree's legs for however long she desired if he could, and even he was groaning from the taste of his favorite dessert. He knew his time with her was limited, at least this go round anyway, so forgive him for savoring as much of this as he could. Luckily for them both, his dick was craving Bree even more than his mouth was, so he slowly retracted his tongue before winking at her. "Adding that 'please' doesn't change the fact that you broke my rule." He teased as he started to pepper kisses up his girl's body, starting at her inner thighs, moving up to her tummy, and then to her tits. He smirked at her again as he dragged his tongue over her nipples. "I said no telling me what to do, baby." He pointed out, though they were both aware of that. Bree couldn't help herself, but he loved that about her anyway. He only toyed with her nipples for a minute or two before he finally caved, pushing himself up from the floor to step over to her nightstand. They'd learned pretty early in their relationship to keep condoms in her nightstand since they got carried away more often than not, and neither of them had been ready for an accident to happen, so he was grateful that there were still a few in their place. "I see you weren't using these XL condoms with Jack Harlow, huh?" He chuckled, unable to resist throwing out more shade at her previous fake boyfriend as he ripped the condom wrapper off with his teeth and then slipped it on. Maybe Bree was suffering from too much bliss to try and throw out some witty comeback, but in case she wasn't, Jake gently pushed Bree back down as he climbed on top of her, pushing her legs apart with his knee. "Feel free to keep calling me daddy too." He urged before he was guiding his dick into her pussy, deciding to at lease ease every inch in slowly first so she could adjust again. His length wasn't much different from the white boys she got set up, and he needed her to remember that. "How do you want it?" He questioned once every single inch was standing tall inside of his ex, and he started up a slow, steady pace of thrusts while he waited for her to answer him.

BREE BROWN

The second his mouth was off of her she almost whined for him to put his mouth back on her. Then he had the nerve to wink at her and tell her that her 'please' didn't make her plea less of a demand. Which did make her whine. Her eyes followed as he moved up her body, her breathing heavy and when he got to her more sensitive parts she couldn't hold back he little gasps of pleasure. She bit her lip to get herself together enough to respond. "Not a demand." She breathed out. "Just a strong suggestion." She clarified. Then his mouth was back on her nipples and if he hadn't felt so good she'd be making legitimate demands for him to punish her for. Lucky for them both, his mouth was good at more than agitating her. As he got up, she sat up and was slightly annoyed he assumed the condoms were still there and of course that mouth of his was causing irritation. Rolling her eyes she watched as he looked entirely too pleased with himself. Is this comment going to get me in trouble? Yes. But it was the kind of trouble that would likely have her begging in a second and have her walking funny in the morning and she liked that kind of trouble. Missed it. "Oh is there only one box left in there? I guess he and I-" Before she could even finish her smart ass remark, he was pushing her back down onto the bed, sliding between her legs and she exhaled as she felt his cock filling her up. It felt so good and complete that she didnt' even have time to process his daddy comment. Not that it was relevant, if he fucked her right, she'd be calling him daddy regardless. Not like it was the first time. As her cunt adjusted to his size, she wasglad she couldn't get her lie about Shep's dick out because Jake would have instantly known she was full of it by how her body was reacting to his size. It was clear she hadn't taken anything this big in a while. Even her favorite toy didn't quite live up to Jake and that was a truth she would never feed his ego with. Probably. It took her a second to process his question and she was grateful that he was taking it slow, like he knew she was going to have to play catch up. Now that she was adjusted and she felt that pleasurable warmth spread over her again, she opened her eyes, her hips moving as he did. "I want it so I can still feel it in the morning. I want it so my neighbors know." She exhaled as she felt him bury himself fully inside of her again. "I can't remember if you're even capable of that or not." She said with a cheeky smile, because she absolutely knew he could but just like her, he performed better when set up with a challenge.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake could drag this out longer, torture her a little more, wait for her to full on go from begging and squirming for more under him to demanding that he fuck her, but he was already getting impatient. He had her right where he wanted her, and from eating her out to toying with her nipples, it didn't take a mathematician to see that his girl was obviously just as desperate for this as he was. But even with that tidbit being obvious, as he busied himself with trying to wrap it up so they didn't prematurely make a baby, of course she would take that time to try and be petty right back. Thank god he'd had the thought to shut her up, quite literally judging by the way she took advantage of him giving her a chance to adjust once every inch was inside of her. "I should take my ass home just for you trying to play me." Jake hummed, though they both knew that now that his dick was buried in his favorite cunt, he wasn't going anywhere — preferably not until morning, and not until after they ordered breakfast and went for another round, or several. And with how well he knew his girl's body, it was evident that she hadn't had a dick this big in her since the last time he'd tapped this ass, which he was definitely going to be smug about after this. Smirking down at his girl as her rocked her own hips in sync with his, Jake wasn't the least bit surprised by the first part of her answer to his question. He'd expected it even. But when she added onto that, he accepted that for what it was, and then he slammed his dick into her now, just for good measure. "Fuck your neighbors knowing. This whole damn building is gonna know exactly who you call daddy after tonight." He promised, and he wasted no time setting a steady, but brutal, pace as he thrust into Bree, groaning under his breath at how good it felt to be back at home, so to speak. "And you won't be walking tomorrow." He teased before he leaned down enough to crash his lips into Bree's, kissing her passionately now.

[janatm]

need you to talk to me in your love language || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @trinityhq ) & Bree Brown

date & time: Thursday, November 28, 2024 at night after thanksgiving dinner

location: Bree's fancy ass apartment

warnings: none!

summary: After the Thanksgiving festivities at Puck's place, Jake and Bree head back to Bree;s place and they say what needs to be said. But the real question is how bad is the fight going to be after? Will they break up? Or will they finally hget this communication thing right.

word count: 3,826

JAKE was pleasantly surprised that Thanksgiving dinner was such a success, and lacked any real drama, but that was about to go down the drain, he was sure of it. Since the lockdown, him and Bree had essentially been dancing around their argument, and while he would have liked to chalk it up to them just being delirious in the middle of that disgusting, smelly cafeteria, he knew better. They said their goodbyes to his family, Morgan, and the Lopezes before they headed out, and he didn't even complain as Bree's car came to pick them up. The ride back to her place didn't take very long, and to say he wasn't getting anxious about this talk would be quite the understatement. They'd gone down this road countless times before, and it usually ended in them breaking up, but he was trying to be more mature now. Or at least he'd attempt to. As soon as he tugged his girl into her apartment, he kicked his shoes off by the door and then decided against taking anything else off since he didn't want to give Bree the wrong idea. "Baby girl, we need to talk." He stated as he walked over to sit down on the couch. The last thing he needed was for them to get sidetracked, which very well could happen any second, so he knew what he had to do. "Remember that fight we had in lockdown? After you saw me with your phone and I said I was trying to like hack into something?" He rambled before shaking his head. "I lied. I was going through your texts, and before you get mad, just...hear me out. I really did get a vibe from you and that one girl, and I knew you weren't gonna tell me anything, so I wanted to see for myself. I know it was wrong, but considering that I saw shit about you two going on a date and her saying some lovey dovey shit to you, my feelings and actions are slightly valid."

BREE had been thoroughly surprised by the sheer lack of drama. I mean, Thanksgiving is the holiday of drama and yet. Despite Puck, Morgan and Eva all being in the same space, with Noel, mind you, nothing. At least, nothing she'd heard about yet but she would have to see what Maya sent her tomorrow. For now, it almost seemed like Jakes suggestion of staying out of it because they can work it out themselves, wasn't ridiculous. It might even be a solid suggestion. Not that she would ever tell him that. It's best he doesn't think, she thinks, he has good suggestions. Even they were doing well, no serious fights, in what must be, a record amount of time. They had a nice ride back to her place and she intended on keeping it that way, with sex. Truthfully, she had been maybe, kind of, using sex as a way to avoid the conversation that was looming over their heads. Look, don't judge her, their conversation always ended in Jake pissing her off and then her pissing him off and if they didn't break up, they were petty and snarky at each other for two weeks, and things had just been so... peaveful. Ever since his mother showed up she felt closer to him and she didn't want to take those two steps forward just to end up eight steps back because of a conversation. So when they made it up to her apartment, she had planned on just stripping as soon as possible but before she could even get both of her shoes off he had beaten her too it. Baby girl, we need to talk. Sighing, she finished taking her shoes off. I can still save this, if I can just get my top off- her thoughts were cut off by Jake bringing up lockdown. Before she could even answer he was admitting to lying and she was already starting to see red. But then he kept going, because of course he did and she actually did hear him out. Unfortunately, it just agitated her more. "How are you going to say I wouldn't have told you anything when you didn't even bother asking to give me the opportunity to tell you anything?" She asked her voice slightly raised, already. "And if you know it was wrong, why are you already trying to absolve yourself of any responsibility! Your feelings are you feelings, fine, but your actions were absolutely not valid. Not slightly, not at all." She looked at him, livid because why was she being monitored like she was the one with a history of cheating in this relationship? Calming herself down with some deep, deep, breathing, she paced the length of her couch as she tried not to beat his ass for violating her privacy like that and then having the nerve to claim it was valid! After a minute of so she stopped pacing and just looked at him, unable to had the agitation but also sadness in her eyes. "Jake, if you can't talk to me about stuff like that, if you can't trust me to be honest with you then how is this relationship ever going to work?"

JAKE had known they were avoiding this for far too long, but that avoidance had given him ample time to accept his fault, come to terms with it, stand by his decision, but also recognize that he was wrong and that Bree was going to be pissed — and rightfully so. It was going to lead to a fight, which he was semi-prepared for now, so as soon as Bree started speaking, he simply leaned back against the couch and let her go off, nodding along as he listened to her and accepted that she was 100% right. She was usually right, and attractive as hell, when she was scolding him for something, but this time he wasn't going to get mad or just start snapping back. Instead, he kept his eyes on his woman, letting her get out every single thing she felt. Once she finally seemed to calm down and asked him a fair ass question, Jake sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not justifying what I did, and I take full responsibility for betraying your trust, again. As much as I'd like to say being stuck in that sweaty, smelly cafeteria for so long just made me delirious, I can admit that my own insecurities drove me to do what I did." He admitted with a sigh. "And I did ask you about it afterwards, and you lied like there was nothing there, they were just like family or whatever. And then what, a week later I look on that stupid website and you're admitting that you used to be in love with one of them. It doesn't excuse what I did, not at all, but all you ever do is interrogate me about what and who I've done, yet you don't tell me shit either." He pointed out. Honestly, how they were still here and in love, he didn't know, but clearly they had some work to do. "You don't trust me either, and ignoring our problems isn't helping, so...we need to talk, Bree."

BREE usually matched Jake's energy. If he was chill and calm and mature then she would be too, but for some reason right now, she was still adamant on not doing this. A part of her brain was convinced, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that she could turn this around. "I don't want to talk. Every time we talk we fight and then we break up or you say you just can't do this right now, which feels like a break up, or I block you just to text you again after a week and..." She trailed off as she brain caught up with her mouth. "...and we never talk about it. So our problems stay problems and we always end up right back here." She said that more for herself than Jake, but she could at least appreciate what her boyfriend was trying to do. Break that unending cycle and actually work through their issues so they can grow. Exhaling out a big breath she stopped her pacing again and shrugged her jacket off before hanging it off the back of the couch. Slightly agitated that he was right, Bree held back an eye roll in favor of participating in this conversation. "I didn't lie to you, Jake. There isn't anything there. She is like family to me, all of them are. I was in love with her, in high school and we fooled around but she never felt the same. By the time my first year of college ended I wasn't in love with her anymore." It hadn't even really dawned on her that she hadn't told him about any of that because it felt so far away but she could see how it would be jarring to just read about it on the internet. "In september she asked me out, you had just dumped me or whatever you want to call it, and that dude had just offered me literal money to have sex with me and in general, the whole dating scene had been more than disappointing since we broke up the first time. I just didn't feel very good about myself. I knew I could trust her to make me feel good again without her having any expectations or feeling entitled to anything. So, I accepted her date. We did kiss and then she asked me out for a second date. I said yes, but then she told me you could see herself falling in love with me and that she wanted to take her and I seriously. I told her I couldn't because I was already in love with you and that I didn't see that changing. We watched the movie she took me to see and that was the end of it." She finally finished and she found herself leaning againt her couch next to Jake as she looked at him.

JAKE was about to interrupt when Bree recanted how most of their fights usually went down, which was spot on, but he chose to stay silent for now. With their fight and the unsaid bullshit lingering in the air for over a month now, he had already planned to cut off the sex if they didn't solve this now. It would be almost impossible to hold out, but he also knew that as long as they were physical in other ways, he could manage without letting Bree think that he didn't love her, like what had happened before. But for the sake of this not turning out how all of their fights did, he remained quiet again, and sure enough, Bree started to explain things this time without downplaying it. He wasn't surprised that his suspicions were right and that there had been something there, and now it made sense why he felt like one of those weirdos was eye-fucking his girl in the cafeteria. He could be humble about being right later, but he let Bree continue before he turned a little to face her. "Fine, you didn't lie, but you left it out. Being in that cafeteria with you and them was the first time I'd ever actually seen you all together, so it was just a lot and I got suspicious seeing someone else eyeing you like that." He stated and shrugged. "I'm sorry. I should have just asked you about it instead of going through your phone." Jake admitted before he reached over and grabbed his girl's hand, pulling her right into his lap. "And for what it's worth, I didn't hide the whole sleeping with my friend thing from you, I just forgot. It was a quickie after we both vented about our exes, and then she ran back to her boy the next day, and it wasn't memorable so it honestly slipped my mind. That's the only reason I didn't tell you about it." He stated reassuringly. "But are we gonna talk about you sleeping with her boyfriend? 'Cause I thought there was only one white boy in the picture but then there was another one? We need to talk about your tastes, Bree." He teased.

BREE hadn't really thought about how, because their relationship was a secret the first time around, Jake hadn't seen her with anyone other than himself or whoever her parents had her publicly interacting with. It was the first time she was considering how, jarring, it probably was to see her so comfortable and loving toward someone that wasn't him. Which was her own fault, she should never have had their relationship so separate from everyone in her life. Letting herself get pulled into his lap, she leaned into him and instantly felt more comfortable than she had ever felt while they were- well they weren't actually fighting, which was shocking. Lord knows they had fought, and would fight, over a whole lot less. But right now, she wasn't mad. Is this what maturing felt like? Normally this explanation would sound like a really terrible excuse but she believes with everything in her, that sex with Ellie would be extremely easy to forget. Holding back a smile, she bit her bottom lip at his critism of her choice in sexual partners. "My tastes, as always, are immaculate. Because neither one of them count. I didn't chose Shep, so he can't be held against me and not to pull a you but I immediately forgot Miles even existed, let alone that I'd slept with him, until I saw him in lockdown." Before he could protest, she placed a sweet kiss on his lips. "Besides, I only slept with them because I was trying not to sleep with you. Which I was not successful in." She admitted, remembering how quickly she folded for him at that damn mixer. "Anyway, you're the only one I've wanted since the night we met. So you don't need to worry about anyone elses eyes on me. You never did." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

JAKE wasn't surprised that Bree didn't expect his list to be so short, but she shrugged anyways. "To be honest, after that shit you pulled at the mixer, I did intend on there being a lot more. But then I met Puck and Maya, moved in with them, and pointless sex wasn't really that important anymore." He had pretty much said this to Bree before, and he had meant it aside from forgetting the thing with Ellie, so at least now she knew everything. When Bree started explaining her own shit, he wasn't even sure how to feel about there being 'several women' that had apparently been with his girl, or the fact that 'several' seemed to imply that Bree had slept with more people than even he had. For how much shit she gave him even when they weren't back together, it was a little shocking that she'd clearly been busier than he had been. But when she revealed two of the women she'd slept with, Jake's eyes widened. "You slept with my friend?" He scoffed. "The woman has literally tatted my entire body, I wing woman for her, and you're telling me you slept with her months ago and both of you just said nothing?" He gasped. "And then you slept with my brother's baby mama? The same one who we now see regularly? What the fuck, Bree?"

BREE had already known that Jake chose to prioritize his new found family but she had been telling herself that he was lying. Because that made it easier for her to justify not talking to him or working through her own feelings about their relationship, how it was, how it ended and how quickly it started up again after she saw him at that mixer. Being mad at him became her armor, and at first it had felt good but eventually it just made her miserable. Ultimately, she had been hypocritical in interrogating him about every woman he even looked like he might have spoken to, while she was actively sleeping with pretty much everyone who showed an interest. Which is why when he eye went wide and she knew he was judging her, she didn't stop him or defend herself. It was wrong of her to sleep with his friend, and while she hadn't been thinking about that at the time, hell she hadn't even known, she should have said something as soon as she figured it out but instead she kept it to herself. Santana, well, that was several levels of bad. "I know. I know. I should've told you, I didn't know when I slept with them who they were to you but eventually I did and I just... I was scared that you wouldn't forgive me and that I'd lose you." That was most of the truth, but since they were doing this, she might as well give the whole truth. He probably already knew anyway. "I also didn't want to be the bad guy. But I was the bad guy and I should have take accountability for that." That fear started to rise up, that this would be the thing that broke them. That she would be the one to ruin it beyond repair. "Can you forgive me?" She asked, her eyes big and pleading.

JAKE didn't even know how to process all of this right at the moment, not with Bree sitting on his lap and seeming mostly genuine with her explanation and her pleas. If there was one thing going around, it was people sleeping with friends or whatever of the people they were dating or fucking, so he figured it made sense that she'd ended up in bed with people that had some sort of tie to him. And he could be pissed, sure, but they were in a better place, so why should he take them back to square one? Staring back into her eyes at her question, he sighed. "You know, it's not so much that you're being the bad guy when you eventually come clean." He pointed out. "I believe you. About not knowing who they were beforehand." He nodded. Had he wished she'd said something when she realized it? Obviously. But it was done and they were here now, so he just shrugged. "I forgive you. But starting today, we are done keeping secrets. If we're gonna do this and try to make this work, we have to be completely honest with one another at all times." It was a big ask for them, but Jake knew that at this point, they truly had no other choice if they were getting back together — officially, anyways. "Is there anyone else I specifically need to know about? Did you sleep with Morgan, Eva, Noel, my sister, anyone else related to any of us?" He questioned curiously. "And just so we're clear, I haven't." He confirmed.

BREE felt an immense sense of relief as he said he forgave her and she could tell he meant it. This mature side of Jake was incredibly endearing and it was motivating. Not that she would admit to being immature, but she was petty and manipulative and passive aggressive and she could be cold, she wasn't called the ice queen for nothing. But this whole, mature, honest and forgiving Jake was really bringing out her own maturity and warmth and joy. So, when he said they needed to keep up this energy for the duration of their relationship, she found herself immediately nodding in agreement. "Yes, sir." She said with a smile as she kissed his cheek. "Morgan is basically another older brother, so ew definitely not. In the spirit of honesty, I tried to sleep with Eva, even took her class but then the whole throuple thing happened. I've met Noel like twice and the extent of my communication with Ali is her sending me memes I do not understand. As for anyone else..." Leaning back a little to think about his question, she knew it probably looked some kind of way that she couldn't immediately say no, but she just wanted to run through the list of people to make sure. "No, I have no slept with anyone else related to you or our inner circle." Leaning in again, she kissed him. "I just wanted to get over you and when not talking to you didn't work I thought sleeping around in front of your face would. It didn't, obviously and it just made me miss you more, to be honest. Which was very embarrassing to me. Point is, I'm sorry for being a bitch after the whole mixer hook up thing. In the future, I'll just talk to you or let you talk instead of cutting you out and then trying to use you for sex or whatever I was doing."

JAKE nodded at the kiss to his cheek. He didn't know if they could truly stick to being honest with one another but for once, he was fucking tired of their back and forth bickering and wanted to try and make it work as best as he could now. Maybe it was he fact that they'd argued more than enough in the last six months, but his change of heart was here to stay, mostly. When Bree started going through the list of people in his circle that she hadn't slept with, he wasn't surprised that she'd tried to sleep with Eva. Hell, he would have if not for his brother tapping that first. Accepting another kiss, he nodded. "For starters, Ali's memes or even her texts will never make sense. I think she's cleaned up her act but my sister's...my sister. And I can't blame you for trying to sleep with Eva, but let's just not sleep with anyone connected to each other ever again." It was fair, and it would hopefully keep them in a good place so why not? "Babe, you can stop apologizing for that. I forgave you a long time ago, especially since you kept letting me tap that ass anyways." Jake winked. "But I'm sorry for everything I did too, baby. And now that we've cleared everything up, we are in fact not ending this how you expected us to: no fighting, and no more breaking up. I'd ask you for your opinion, but as of now, we are officially back together and it's staying that way. Even if we do fight after tonight, oh well — we can take some time to get some air and cool off, but no more breaking up." Jake decided as she playfully slapped Bree's ass. "Now, if we're done talking, we can go have sex. All night long."

[janatm]

back to the streets || CLUSTERFUCK

tagging: Morgan Weston, Eva Anderson, Jake Puckerman, Bree Brown and Noah Puckerman

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

location: PSU campus Professor Anderson's classroom

warnings: none, just two besties being homies

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

word count: 6,741

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[janatm]

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

tagging: Eva Anderson, Morgan Weston, Santana Lopez, Jake Puckerman, Bree Brown & 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.

[janatm]

what i need from you is understanding || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Thursday, October 18, 2024 who knows what time

location: UCLA Cafeteria, during the lockdown

warnings: none!

summary: Originally posted by Shae - They should try couples counseling.

word count: 1,499

BREE BROWN

[spots her man hunched over in the corner doing god knows what] Whatever you’re doing, stop, I will not be bailing you out of jail and I certainly won’t be visiting you in prison.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

[smirks] This is your phone so if anything, you’re getting locked up as an accessory.

BREE BROWN

[hits his shoulder] oh my god, you asshole. [starts searching for his phone by shoving her hands in his pockets]

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Stop trying to get frisky in front of an audience, baby girl. [laughs] I’m not even doing anything illegal…yet. I’m just looking into trying to get the signal back up.

BREE BROWN

Ew, neither one of us has showered in like five days and these bird bath’s are not cutting it for me. [removes her hands from his pockets and sits down next to him] wait, that’s possible? you could get the signal back? for everyone or just my phone?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

You’re the one who had your hands all over me. [winks] But honestly, I don’t know if it’s possible from just a phone, or even from inside this cafeteria. But I needed something to keep me busy or else I was gonna pick you up and walk the fuck out of here, so that seemed like the safest bet. [shrugs] How’s your fan club?

BREE BROWN

I’m not arguing with you about this. [rolls her eyes] Can you pick me up and take me to a shower? We’re in the school, there has to be one somewhere close by. I have my travel bag with me, we could both get squeaky clean. So long as you don’t mind smelling like me. [looks around for this fan club] What fan club?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

[raises a brow] If we walk out of those doors, the only shower we’re going to is the one at your place, or at mine. [rolls his eyes] And you know what fan club. Who the hell is that Joni chick? And what’s the deal with you and Sage’s demon summoning ass? I know you have a history with that clan, but it doesn’t seem just friendly to me. And who are all of these other people you keep sidebaring with? You don’t even like people like that, last I checked.

BREE BROWN

That’s even better. I have all of my full size products at my place and even some of your stuff that you left there from months ago. [laughs at his insinuations] And what exactly does it seem like to you? And what people, who am I sidebaring with? Why are you acting like I’m having relations with everyone in this disgusting room?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

I left it there for a reason. [nods] Look, I don’t know, but they sure do seem concerned about you. When was the last time you were even nice to people that weren’t me, Professor Anderson, or my niece? And I’m not acting like anything, I’m simply asking a few questions.

BREE BROWN

What was the reason? To make it look like a dude lived with me if I brought someone back to my place? Because if so, not a very good plan, I just hid it. [crosses her arms and is to seconds from a whole lot of attitude] They’re like family, I was equally as concerned about them. And I’m not being nice, I’m surviving this hellscape. Anymore unnecessary questions?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Hid it from who? That white boy you were fake dating? Be for real, Bree. [scoffs] That all sounds like bullshit to me, but whatever. You can have your little fan club. I’m busy anyways.

BREE BROWN

That’s not the point. The point is,if that was your goal, it didn’t work because no one saw it but me. [is confused on how they ended up in yet another argument]Are you serious right now, you’re going to start a fight with me? Why? So you can go talk up some other girl and not feel bad about it?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Yeah, okay. [rolls eyes] Ain’t nobody fighting, I just asked simple questions. Not my fault you always have an attitude. But what fucking girls have you seen me around? Other than Stacey? I’ve been sitting here mindin’ my damn business, unlike you.

BREE BROWN

It is your fault, I didn’t have an attitude until you started acting like a dick. I don’t know who you were talking to before they moved you guys over here, maybe she’s the reason you want a phone so damn bad.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Your weird ass friend threatened to bring out the demons, so I sat at a fucking desk and tried to figure out how to hack my way out of here, or into some rich asshole’s bank account, until they dragged us in here. [turns Bree’s phone around to show her the encryption] You know what this is, little miss NASA. Does this look like I’m worried about anyone else? Besides, half of these people smell like wet dogs. If you think my dick is even remotely hard right now, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.

BREE BROWN

[all she wanted was to spend time with her… is he her boyfriend? Probably not if his current attitude was anything to go by and instead she’s in the corner of this big ass cafeteria arguing during an already stressful and obnoxious situation] I know that you’ve cheated on me before because I made you feel bad and now you’re talking about me interacting with other people, like it makes you feel bad. And if you did it once, why wouldn’t you do it again?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Are we back on this shit, Bree? Seriously? [huffs] You know, this is the first real time I’ve ever actually seen you interact with half of these people before. I knew about your weird ass bond with the weirdos, but this is the first time I’ve gotten a front row seat to it so excuse me for asking just how close y'all are. But this ain’t got shit to do with me cheating. I’m literally not thinking about anyone else, or even about sex. I’m trying to fucking get out of here so I can go check on my niece and sleep in my own damn bed, but if you wanna make this about me cheating then we can just go our separate ways…again.

BREE BROWN

Stop calling them weirdos, you don’t even know them. You didn’t have to ask it the way that you did, like you were accusing me of something. [at this point bree is tired and she wants to go home and she doesn’t want to be fighting with Jake, she wants to be sleeping next to him, cuddled up just enjoying his presence and she’s not going to cry but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to] So you’re solution is to just break up?

JAKE PUCKERMAN

It is what it is. [tossing Bree’s phone over, he takes his own phone out, which is still dead, and just stands up] Are we even actually back together? But what’s the point of doing this shit all over again if you’re just gonna keep bringing that shit up, even when I’ve repeatedly said that all I’ve been doing for like two months now is worrying about my future and my family?

BREE BROWN

[catches her phone and puts it on the table in front of them] Jesus Christ! I’m not saying that you aren’t doing those things and honestly, I’m really glad that you’re spending time with your family, I know how important that is to you and I’m so proud of you for making your future a priority but that none of that changes the fact that you told me the reason you cheated on me was because I made you feel bad about us and about yourself with how I treated you and the way you just came at me with your questions seemed like I was making you feel bad again. I’m trying to do better than we did last time and communicate but you won’t talk to me. Instead you piss me off and then suggest we break up or I guess not break up since apparently you’re asking if we’re even back together. [pause] If you don’t want to be with me, if you don’t want to do this then say that.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

It had nothing to do with that. Like I said, this is the first time I’ve seen you even interact with some of these people, so I asked. That is talking. And everything pisses you off. [rolls eyes] I already told you what I wanted, but I can’t deal with this right now. I need to get the fuck out of here so if we’re done, I’m gonna try to find a way out of here.

BREE BROWN

Fine. Good luck with that. [walks off]

[janatm]

alexa, play ‘toxic’ by kehlani || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: Saturday, July 13, 2024 from sometimes in the evening

location: The Empire Hotel Bar

warnings: smut, nsfw

summary: originally posted by Shae - Don't let ex-boyfriends kiss your neck in public unless you want to end up in a bathroom.

word count: 2,419

BREE: Walking over to Jake, Bree was already regretting her decision. Why did this man have such a hold on her still? It was embarrassing and she hated it. Not enough to ignore him though. “If you still want that one dance, now is your chance.”

JAKE: Glancing over after ordering himself another beer, Jake didn’t bother to hide the way he licked his lips upon seeing his ex. Bree was always stunning, anyone knew that, but it had been far too long since he’d seen her in person. “You know I love it when you’re mean to me, don’t you?” He asked as he sipped on his beer.

BREE: It was a real shame her eyes could only roll so far back. “You love when hot women speak to you. I don’t think you care what we’re saying or how we’re saying it.” She wasn’t supposed to drink tonight, because that would absolutely end up in disaster, but she needed something to do and sipping a martini sounded perfect. “Martini, no olives, extra cherries, very strong — like if you just want to pour liquor in a glass with some cherries, I would not take issue with that.” She said to the bartender. One, drink, she could have one drink just like she could share one dance with Jake.

JAKE: “Touché.” He nodded, deciding not to argue with the truth here. After all, Bree did know him better than anyone else considering she’d been the only woman to pin him down before. Smirking as she ordered a drink, he took this as a chance to push his luck. “I thought you weren’t drinking 'round me?” Jake taunted as she stepped over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Changing your mind about letting me blow that back out yet?”

BREE: This drink was taking far too long, even though it had only been two seconds. Once her drink came she would leave and it would be fine. Well, it would have been fine if she had side stepped Hake, but he had moved too quickly and now his arms were around her. His very strong and- nope, not going there. “Nope, I just need a drink if I’m going to listen to you talk tonight.” It was said with a tone and yet she was ever so slightly leaning into him.

JAKE: When Bree didn’t immediately push him away, Jake knew he was at least getting somewhere with her, thankfully. “I can always not talk.” He suggested as he leaned in and softly kissed his ex’s neck. “But come on, you know you’ve missed me. Who else gets to annoy you while turning you on? Just me.” He teased, though they both knew that was rather true.

BREE: This is why she can’t give him anything. She leans in a little and next thing she knows his annoying mouth is teasing that one spot in her neck that makes her knees buckle. “Behave, we’re in public.” She admonishes, turning around in his arms and looking up at him. “Sheo and I have put in way too much work making us look like the perfect couple for you to ruin it."  At this point it felt like she was telling herself more than Jake.

JAKE: If Bree hadn’t seen the kiss to her neck coming, that was on her, not him. They knew each other well enough to never forget which spots to hit, so this was no different. "As if I give a damn about being in public.” He chuckled, biting his lip as she spun around to face him, earning herself a cheeky grin from him now that he could fully drink in her beauty. “Isn’t this school thing a 'what happens here, stays here’ sort of vibe? Nobody outside of PSU would have to know.”

BREE: surely there had to be a way to get some distance between them. All she had to do was push him back a little and it would be fine, but it was like her vagina was magnetized to his  dick and moving any further than she already was wasn’t an option. “That would make sense if I was okay with anyone at PSU knowing, which I’m not, obviously. So keep your lips and your hands to yourself.”

JAKE: Jake furrowed his brows at Bree’s words. “We dated before, it’s not a secret. If anyone sees us, they’ll just think I’m being a douchebag and coming onto you. No big deal.” As if that wasn’t what was happening anyways, anyone else who knew them would for sure see it that way and keep it moving, as they should. “Sucks for you though. I don’t follow rules well.” He pointed out before he leaned in and kissed her neck again, letting his hands slowly trail down her sides just to tease her.

BREE: unfortunately, with his hands and lips very much on her, Jake was starting to make a lot of sense. I mean did it really matter? She asked herself as she tilted her head to give him more access to her neck putting her arms around his neck. It wasn’t like she was actually in a relationship and even if he was shitty romantically, he was above average sexually. She could keep it purely sex. She could try anyway. “We can’t do this here. And whatever we do can’t take more than fifteen minutes.”

JAKE: The second he realized Bree wasn’t stopping him, the more encouraged he was to keep this up, and his lips kept tracing over her flesh. That little stunt meant nothing to him, and he didn’t know why she was so concerned with it either, but luckily it didn’t matter. As soon as she spoke up and gave him an opening, he was taking it. “I can do a lot in fifteen minutes.” Jake bragged as he swiftly lifted Bree up into his arms, carrying her to the closest bathroom which happened to be the women’s. “How do you want it, and which hole?” He asked as he started unzipping his pants.

BREE: There was something unbelievably sexy about how easily Jake could Puck her up. Like she weighted nothing and she hated what that show of strength did to her. When they got to the bathroom, she watched as he made quick work of his zipper. “Calm down. What I want from you doesn’t require you to unzip, but I am going to need you on your knees.” She said leaning against the cold wall, hiking her dress up a bit.

JAKE: Furrowing his brows when Bree stopped him, Jake couldn’t help but groan as she picked a position he wasn’t expecting. Of course Queen Bree would have him catering to her now. “Damn, can’t even stroke a brotha’s dick or somethin’ first?” He asked as he zipped his pants back up and got down on his knees as requested. “Throw a leg over one of my shoulders. Doesn’t matter which one.”

BREE: “Let’s see if that mouth is as talented as I remember, then maybe I’ll get on my knees for you.” She was getting on her knees either way, she already knew that. Placing a leg over his shoulder, she braced herself with one arm against the wall, while her free hand rested on the back of his head. God did he look good like this, not that she’d say it out loud. He didn’t deserve to know just how attracted to him he was.

JAKE: “Girl, you know this mouth is always talented. Stop cappin’.” Jake groaned as he watched her do exactly as he’d told her to. He could smell her arousal, a familiar scent that he’d gone without for far too fucking long, and he swiftly pulled her panties to the side. “We might need more than fifteen minutes, baby girl.” He pointed out smugly before he leaned in and licked along her folds, his dick hardening in his pants at the taste. “I’ve missed you.”

BREE: Any reservations or hesitations she might have had about doing this, immediately flew out of her head the moment she felt his tongue on her and he hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. Biting down on her lip to keep from moaning, she needed to pace herself or this would be over way too soon. “To much talking.” She managed to get out, trying her hardest not to hear him say 'I’ve missed you.’ over and over again in her head.

JAKE: Smirking at Bree purposely pretending that she didn’t hear what he’d said when they both knew she had, Jake decided to let it go for now. “Yes ma'am.” He hummed, winking up at her before he decided to just give her what she’d been feenin’ for. Shoving his tongue right into her wetness, he ignored his own hunger as he swirled his tongue around her pussy. Even if he hadn’t exactly been celibate since their break up, Jake was insatiable when it came to Bree, which was evident in the way he was sloppily lapping at her walls.

BREE: OH my God, she loved when he did what she said and did it so God damn well. Truthfully, she hadn’t really hooked up with anyone since her ex. Other than a few drunk make outs with Emma and the couple of fumbles she shared with Shep, but no one knew her body the way Jake did. She couldn’t stifle the moans anymore and she didn’t even have the forethought to cover her mouth so she wasn’t heard through the door. “Jake, right there, please.” At this point anything she said was involuntary, she had no control, Jake could do whatever he wanted and she would simply  beg for more.

JAKE: One thing Jake could never do was disappoint a woman (he was 99.9% sure that it was in the Puckerman DNA to be a pleaser), but it was different with Bree. Even if he couldn’t commit to her the way she’d wanted him to, he would give anything to satisfy her, so this was no different, and her moans only spurred him on to keep allowing his tongue to deliver messy, rapid licks through her dampness. The praise told him what he already knew, and his lust-filled eyes stared at that gorgeous face as he continued devouring her pussy.

BREE: “So good, I’m close. So-” Getting her rocks off in ladies bathroom at a damn PSU event was not how she imagined her night going. Yet there she was, the dress pooled up around her waist. Panties to the side, knees struggling to hold her up, fingers kneading at the back of her ex boyfriend’s head, thirty seconds away from cumming and unable to communicate verbally anymore. The heat that encompassed her body, the tension, God she was so close and every part of her wanted to slide on his dick and finish, but she fucking refused to give him the satisfaction. Then she felt all that pressure climax into a sweet sweet release, and she was panting as the walls of her pussy clenched. “Jake…” it was all she could manage, breathless and blessed out, she wanted to fall to the floor.

JAKE: Being told a woman was close was dangerous for Jake, as he stepped up his tricks and whipped his tongue around faster, pushing her closer and closer to her sweet escape. He had missed the way his ex clawed at his curls, and moaned for him, but satisfying her was the only reward he craved now. Putting her in a space where all she could do was elicit the hottest noises just for him was practically a bonus. And sure enough, it didn’t take too much longer for his skilled tongue to send her flying right off the edge, drenching him in her juices as he worked to slurp them right up. “Fuck..” He whimpered against her slick folds. God, how he’d give anything to keep leaving Bree just like this. Once he was sure that she was beyond spent, Jake chuckled as he retracted his tongue and pushed himself back to standing. “Looks like somebody missed that.” He taunted as he licked his lips clean. “You good, baby?”

BREE: Again, she didn’t respond to his words, except this time it wasn’t intentional, this time she simply couldn’t/ Honestly, she could barely even hear him over the thrum in her head. She continued to lean against the wall looking disheveled she’s sure, letting her body come back down to equilibrium. When it finally did, she adjusted her underwear and her dress and looked at the outline of Jake’s hard dick, before looking up at him. Pulling him down for a kiss, she pushed her hips forward into his hardness and smiled into the kiss as she did, before pulling away. “You want some help with that?”

JAKE: Leaving the Bree Brown unable to form coherent sentences post-orgasm would never fail to stroke his ego, but he at least knew better than to mention it at the moment. The last thing he needed was for her to quit this now that he was standing here with an obvious bulge in his pants, and while he could just go and fuck some other needy co-ed at this event, he wanted her. When she was finally able to move and fixed her panties and her dress, he allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss as his arms wrapped around her and he squeezed her ass. “Yes, but only if you let me put it inside of you.”

BREE: The post orgasm haze was already starting to fade, thank God and while she could admit to herself that it felt good to be in his arms again, to have him hard for her, enough of her self respect had been flushed down one of these toilets already and she needed to leave with at least some of it in tact. So, even though it was hard she pulled away from her ex, untangling them to turn and look in the mirror to freshen herself up. “I’m sure you can find some other horny co-ed to occupy your dick with.” Running her fingers through her weave and straightening her dress, she turned back around toward him. “I have to go find Shep, because while the relationship we have might be PR, the sex we have isn’t. Thanks for the orgasm, you weren’t half bad.” And with that she left.

[janatm]

let me guess, you want an apology, probably || BRAKE (feat. Tatum Monroe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown with Tatum Monroe (Jake's mother)

date & time: October 19-20, 2024 from Saturday night to Sunday afternoon

location: Jake's apartment, semi fancy hotel restaurant

warnings: bad mom, shitty parent

summary: Bree comes over with sex on the brain and somehow that leads to them having a half decent conversation. Then the next day it's time to face Tatum.

word count: 7,646

BREE was definitely still mad... annoyed... agitated(??) at Jake but she also knew the way his mother effected him and regardless of where they were at, she was not about to have him endure that woman on his own when he didn't have to. Taking a shower at her place, not dousing herself in her usual concoction of lotions and prays and scents, wearing the most basic clothing she had, were all ways to ensure that things stayed non-sexual. Because she had meant when she said she wasn't coming over for that. Although, it had been over a week and she was snarking, sassing and sniping at people more than usual lately. That lockdown really just amplified everything and there was so much pressure built up inside, the only way to let off some steam was to argue. Normally, she would find someone to relieve her stress with but her stupid boyfriend, who apparently isn't her stupid boyfriend, is the only person she wants to do that with and she refuses. Grabbing her overstuffed luggage, looking as good as she does take more than a cute tote can carry, she made her way to Jake's place. thankfully he didn't live too far. Accepting the drivers offer to bring her bag up for her, soon she was standing in front of his door. It was kind of late so she texted him, I'm here.

JAKE had been in a sea of emotions since his mother called and all but demanded a flight out there to "check on her baby boy" after the earthquakes. He'd tried his hardest to reassure her that he was fine, even sent her pics of himself with his actual family to show that everyone was fine, but it hadn't stopped Tatum. In fact, he was sure that him being surrounded by Puck's family had only fueled her bullshit more, so to keep that woman away from Puck and Maya, he just agreed, said his goodbyes, and went home to prepare himself. He didn't really want Bree to have to endure the woman either but regardless of their status, she wasn't gonna change her mind. With Stacey being at Bonnie's, he did the bare minimum tidying before changing into gray sweats and an old college tee, and then he made sure to hide the condoms since they weren't having sex. As soon as the text came in, he sighed as she walked over and opened up the door. "You really don't have to do this, Bree." He sighed. "I can really handle her by myself."

BREE tapped her foot while she waited for the door to open. When it did she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his weak protest to her being there. "If you didn't want me her you would have put up more of a fight. Besides I'm not doing it because I have to, excuse me." She said as she walked into his place, her lauggage rolling behind her as she did. Sliding her outside shoes off and pulling her slippers out of her little tote, she put those on. Making her way to his room, she opened her bag and got her sleepwear out. Very basic, nothing cute, very modest. Showing herself to his bathroom, she changed. "I see you cleaned, so she is coming here then? Or was that for me?" She asked as she walked back into his room, sliding her slippers off and looking at his bed for a beat. Taking in a breath, she continued to not look at him and instead just get in on her side, well, the side she was usually on when she was here anyway. "Would you like us to go get her when she lands or do you want me to have a car take her to her hotel? Where is she staying?" Bree hoped he'd say a motel 7 or whatever those horrendous places, just off the interstate, were called. ut she knew he wouldn't put her somewhere, she might complain about.

JAKE barely had time to keep up as Bree started sassing him and moving around his place like she fucking lived there. Sure, she'd been there more than enough times now and knew her way around just as well as he and Stacey did, but she was also doing way too much moving and talking for him to bother keeping up with, so he simply just leaned on his brand new desk and let her be. Normally, he would have probably asked her to slow down or do what she needed to do first before asking so many questions, but she looked so damn good acting like she owned the place that he didn't even try to respond until she was finally crawling into her side of the bed. "That was for you, but mostly because Stace and I both dipped after the lockdown so it needed a little cleaning. But she's gonna Uber from the airport to her hotel and no, it's not a Motel 6, not that you even know what that is. She picked out some fancy ass hotel downtown and I didn't have the energy to argue with her." Jake sighed as he walked over and climbed into his own side. "Maya says hi, by the way."

BREE chose not to think to much on him cleaning up for her, because it's what you're suppose to do when someone comes over. It did make her smile though, but she played it off like it was about Maya saying hi and not about him. Because smiling at, with or because of him was on her mental list of, absolutely not's. It would have get getting too relaxed and encourage her to let her guard down and that was only going to lead to one thing and that wasn't allowed. Although, he did look good in those sweatpants and she bet he smelled like he always did after a shower. Pulling the blanket up to her waist, she looked at him, "Well, tell her I say hello back when you see her again. Actually I'll just text her." Getting her phone off of the nightstand, she set a reminder to text Maya. "And I know what they are, I've seen them on the side of the road, they look..." She tried to find a neutral word. "Dirty." Well, she tried. "We'll go to the hotel when she checks out and we'll put it on my card." There was a 50/50 chance he fought her on that. "Did you have a good weekend with your family, everyone was unharmed and safe, right?" She asked, slightly concerned, even though she knew if something had happened he would have told her.

JAKE raised a brow when Bree mentioned texting Maya herself. "Wait, you and my niece are texting each other now? Since when? And about what?" He asked. As much as he loved that kid, she definitely poked her lil young ass nose in everybody's business so he didn't trust her and Bree to be talking, not when he wasn't aware. He'd for sure he going through Maya's phone when he went back over there. He wasn't surprised she called the motels dirty since for someone like Bree, that was spot on. "Not all Motel 6s are dirty. And before you ask, no, I haven't been slumming it in one lately. They're a big hit in Alabama because it was the only motel or hotel that let us book rooms in high school." He shrugged. "But no, Bree. You're not doing that. Besides, wouldn't your parents look at your credit card bill and wonder why you're paying for a hotel room?" Honestly he didn't even know whether her parents were still looking at her bill or not, but he sure as hell didn't need them showing up thinking she was doing charity work with him. Leaning back against the headboard, he nodded. "Yeah, everyone's good. Well...unharmed, but Puck's a mess, Eva's a mess, and Santana is bossing everyone around and giving unsolicited advice."

BREE waved him off. "All the things she can't talk to her uncles about. So none of your business." It was mostly just her letting Bree know how Jake was doing and if she thought he was sulking and asking if she can come cheer him up. All unprompted by Bree, but she had liked knowing how he was and there were several time she had considered coming over to see him. But she'd only ever gone as far as to make a passing remark to him during or after class. But sometimes Bree had been sccessful in changing the subject and it did seem the girl had a lot to say about her own life and her friendships and crushes and it was nice. Like Bree was an aunt or something to her. Family. Looking over at him as he explained the allure of a Motel 6, she laughed when he asked about her parents looking at her bills. "No, they aren't looking at my credit card bills or any of my finances. They give me a monthly allowance and I do have my own money. Influencing at my level pays. All those brand deals I do? Over ten thousand for each one, not to mention my commissions on sales I brought to the company. I can pay my own bills." She said smoothing out the blanket over her legs. Sighing at the mention of Puck and Eva, she thought about Morgan and how he probably wasn't doing any better and she's not sure when she started caring about these people but she did find herself wanting them to find their happiness, preferably together, since that seemed to be what they wanted and quite frankly she didn't need to witness another classroom fiasco. "Santana does like telling people what to do but she means well." Granted most of what she knew about the woman was sexual... nope, we are not thinking about sex. Of course, that made her look over at Jake, and tried to find a flaw to latch to and make an ick out of but all she could think about was the wayhe'd call her baby girl when he was inside of her. "Are you allergic to A/C, why is it a thousand degrees in here?" She removed the blanket from her body and moved her hair to the side as she fanned at her face.

JAKE rolled his eyes at that, deciding he'd ask Maya himself about it since he wasn't gonna get anything from Bree. And it wasn't that he was upset over his niece turning to his..not girlfriend to talk about stuff, whatever stuff it was, he just knew that Maya was her mother's child and he didn't need her gossiping to Bree about him. Humming along as she explained the financial stuff, he didn't realize until now that he had never so much as asked her how much she made from her little content creating thing, or how much her parents put in her account, but he also wasn't surprised. "Fine, you can pay your own bills but you're not paying for my mom's hotel room." He decided, and even if she wanted to put up a fight, he wasn't gonna let her this time. When Bree seemed to at least have had a run in with Santana, he figured it probably wasn't the most pleasant and just decided to drop it. Watching her pull the blanket off, he groaned as he hopped up. "I haven't been here, remember? We don't leave it on when we're not here." Jake pointed out as he went to turn it to a comfortable 67. "And you know you can just ask when you want something instead of being all bratty like that, right?" He questioned, slipping right back into bed. "It'll kick in within a few minutes, so just stay like that until it does, and then let's just get some sleep."

BREE considered fight him on her not paying for the hotel room, but she figured she could probably get her way if she went around him and just dealt with the hotel directly. Might even be able to get the room comped. It was something to deal with another day. As he hopped up, she regretted her outburst because he always put the thermostat too low and she knew once the thought of him blowing her back out left her mind she would be freezing cold, which would like lead her to snuggle up to him and that was also on her list of absolutely nots. "I am not being-" She just herself off as she had found that fighting him on whether or not she was a brat only served to further his point and she was not in the mood. "Stay like what? Sweltering and uncomfortable?" She said with a pout as she crossed her legs, still fanning herself, even though it wasn't nearly as hot anymore, even without the A/C. Sitting in silece next to him, she just wanted to snip and snipe some more, work off some of that pressure built up in her but she couldn't even think of anything to comment on. So she just looked down at the blanket again, seeing a couple pieces of lint she swiped at them without realizing where her hand was going. Over Jake's crotch mostly. Finally, noticing she tried to play it off. "Just getting rid of some lint, don't get excited." She hadn't meant to be sassy about it.

JAKE normally would have entertained this whole 'I'm not a brat' bullshit, at least if they were on better terms anyways, but this wasn't the time for it. The mere mention of a visit from either of his parents left him on edge, so arguing over something fruitless wasn't on his agenda for tonight. Sighing as she kept whining about the heat she felt, which he didn't understand because it wasn't even that warm in the apartment, he shrugged nonchalantly. "You're not even that hot, Bree. Just give the air a minute to kick in. Do you want some water? Iced tea or something to help?" He asked. Maybe it was just some sort of residual shit from the lockdown, since the temperatures in there could have been better and it got too swamped and too stinky in there, but he knew she'd cool off soon enough. Watching her swiping at something he clearly wasn't paying attention to, the hand brushing over his bulge didn't really bother him at all. "I'm literally chill right now." He stated calmly. "And I have no idea what you're playing at, but I'm not in the mood for games or bickering or any of your other tactics tonight. You know how stressed Tatum and Gabe make me, and after the fucked up week we just had, all I want right now is to..enjoy what's left of my peace before I have to see my mom tomorrow."

BREE could have taken the bait, that probably wasn't bait, and picked an argument. I mean, that had been what she was trying to do anyway, right? Find something that would annoy him enough that he wouldn't be so damn chill. She could get mad at him for being so chill while she was flustered and effected just by his presence. A part of her was annoyed. A larger part of her, however, wanted to make him feel better. Wanted to take his mind off of tomorrow and woman who calls herself his mother. Now, should she leave the man alone, yes, she should. Just lay down and close her eyes and wait for the morning to come but he did say she could just ask if she wanted something. "I know I said no sex, but I want to have sex with you. Right now." That wasn't even a question, but it also wasn't her being a brat or playing games so maybe he'd appreciate that. But now she felt too exposed so she immediately tried to make it like an apology for being a bit of a bitch. "So I am being bratty because being close to you has a certain... effect on me. I can sleep on the couch." She really didn't want to but she also knew she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep otherwise, so she startered getting up.

JAKE was so used to the games and shit at this point that he truly expected Bree's petty ass to keep this going, so when she seemed to hesitate for a bit, he would have been worried if he didn't register the silence as a good thing. Possibly, anyways. But when Bree finally spoke, he was fucking confused. Hadn't they agreed that they weren't having sex? And now..? Shaking his head, he sighed. "I'm honestly not in the mood for that, for once." He admitted. "I don't know what effect I suddenly have on you, aside from us just being surrounded by sweaty white couples that were bumping unwashed uglies, but in case we haven't learned, sex doesn't do shit but make matters worse for us." Jake grabbed his favorite pillow before standing up from his bed. "You can take my bed. I'll take the couch, and if you want, you can shed some clothing or whatever since you're so hot." He offered.

BREE kind of knew this is how he would respond. At this point she can't really remember the last time he was affectionate with her and maybe she had misunderstood him, but he just told her that physical affection was how he showed her his love. It didn't need to be sex, but even in lockdown, after being seperated and not being able to talk to or see each other all he wanted to do was sit in a corner alone and she tried to understand so she gave him space but she wanted to be near him. Not have sex, just be near him and that ended in him saying he didn't want to do this and then they were apart the rest of the time. Then it ended and he was there to get out of the cafeteria with her but then he left her alone. Fine, understandable, he wanted to see his brother and his neice, his family. Then he messages her about sex, and she was annoyed because it didn't seem like him wanting to reconnect and show her love it felt like he was horny and wanted to get his dick wet. So she started a fight about Ellie, even though she didn't even really care. Then he tells her his mom is coming into town and here she is inserting herself into his life when he made it clear up front that he didn't want her here. Not at his place and not with him and his mother tomorrow. It wasn't even about him rejecting her in this moment, it was about all the other rejections that made this one feel par for the course. But this wasn't about her, so she let that armors she was known for engulf her very essence and let those emotions that were trying to escape bang up against her unbreakable force field. Jake was already stressed and she had no interest in making matters any worse than she already had. "That isn't necessary. You need your rest." As she spoke she got up and put her slippers back on and opened her bag. "I will call the car and I'll go home." She took out what she had been wearing when she got here and she changed back into them, right there as she continued to speak. "If you want me to be there for you tomorrow with your mom, just let me know and I will meet you." Her tone was neutral, not robotic though, it was light and while she didn't manage a smile she figured he wasn't looking for one. Getting her sleepwear back in her luggage, she sit it upright and texted her usual driver her current address and waited for his response. "You shoudl sleep. I will lock the door beind me once my driver is here, which should be in about fifteen minutes." She started walking to the living room to wait, he bag rolling behind her.

JAKE was practically frozen in place as he watched Bree get out of his bed, suddenly moving to call her car before she was just..stripping right in front of him and changing back into the clothes she'd previously been wearing. He was confused as hell now, for multiple reasons. Before, him wanting sex was a problem because Bree assumed that was all he wanted from her. They'd talked about it, realized that there was a much deeper meaning behind it, and had moved on. Then they'd had their fight during lockdown, which thanks to Puck he knew was his own fault now, and she'd shut down his futile attempt to just fuck as if nothing had happened, so he had accepted that they weren't going to be intimate any time soon. Now, she was shifting gears and when he shut it down, she was leaving? he was damn near getting whiplash here. Letting Bree grab her bag and head off to the living room, he exhaled a deep breath before he followed her out. "Cancel the damn car, Bree." He stated sternly. Sitting on the arm of the couch, Jake grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "Tatum's not like Gabe, that much I know, but Puck had Eva around that man and apparently she was about to fight him. My mom's not verbally abusive like him, but one thing she's never hidden is the fact that I was a meal ticket for her. She's pretending that she's concerned about me after the earthquake, but I'm pretty sure she's only coming out here because Gabe refused to give her money now that he's giving it to me directly. And no, ideally I do not want her anywhere near you, Puck, his mom, or Maya — and that is just me being protective." He admitted. "I would feel a lot better with you there, but..at this point, I fuck this up enough for us as it is, so I just don't want my mom making things any worse for us. And me saying no to sex isn't about you, babe. My head is just a mess right now so if we had sex, it would probably be as bad as Ellie tried to say it was." He whined.

BREE was tired. Not just tonight but since day two of the lockdown, she had been exhausted. Having nowhere to go to be herself without judgment, without someone getting on her last good nerve. Maybe, it had made her crazy, she didn't know, but she did know she didn't expect this man to tell her not to go, didn't expect him to pull her in close and she definitely hadn't expected Jake to explain anything. This felt like the most he'd revealed to her in a while, so she didn't interrupt, she just let him talk and she absorbed her his words and she let his touch keep her grounded. Selfishly, it did make her feel better to hear she was on the list of people he wanted to protect and that he would feel better with her there tomorrow. But her brows furrowed when he mentioned sex. Not because she didn't understand what he was saying or what, but because she felt bad that it looked like she was leaving because of the sex or lack thereof. Letting her hand come up she rested it on his cheek, letting her thumb trace over his cheekbone. "Thank you for telling me all of that. I wish your parents were less of a headache for you, and I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I just want to be there for you. I wasn't leaving because you didn't want to have sex. Honestly, you could tell me you never wanted to have sex again and yes, it would be a massive adjust and I would dramatically mourn, but I would adjust. For you. But recently it's just felt like you're pushing me away and we haven't been physical in any way in a while and you said that how you show you love me and I think i just got scared that because we haven't been physically affectionate at all that it meant you didn't love me anymore. Which, it doesn't need to be sex but just this..." She gestured at their physical closeness. "Makes me feel like we're okay. I guess, physical touch is how I feel loved too. I don't know, I've never paid much attention to love languages or whatever they're called." Taking out her phone, she did cancel her car. "I'm sorry for being a brat, kind of, well I'm sorry it stressed you out more anyway."

JAKE did at least know by now that Bree seemed to listen to him whenever he told her what to do, as long as it was accompanied by him touching her or saying some shit she wanted to hear — though, as long as he meant it. And he did mean it. Leaning into the thumb rubbing at her cheekbone, he gave a swift nod as she seemed content with the explanation she hadn't asked for but received anyways. He let her speak, and when she gave an explanation of her own, he sighed as the reality set in. With the lockdown, he just hadn't considered the fact that they hadn't been physical in a while, whether it was sex or anything else. And now he felt bad that he'd made her think that maybe he didn't love her anymore. "You know you can't just flip a switch and turn off your love for someone, right?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood just a tad bit. "I'm still in love with you, Bree. I'm sorry for making you doubt that, and for not touching you. We were just both busy before the lockdown, and I really was gonna be at your apartment after those brand deals Eva had set up for you, but then everything happened. I'm sorry, baby." Jake pulled Bree closer, if that were even possible, and then leaned in and softly kissed her neck. "How about this: we get through tomorrow with my mom, and maybe she'll get pissed off enough to take her ass back home the day after that, and then you and I will talk about our love languages, and reconnect. Sound good?" He asked before giving her a small smile.

BREE playfully rolled her eyes at Jake and softly swated at his shoulder for his question. Of course, logically, she knew he couldn't just turn his love on and off like that but it would seem she still held some insecurities within their relationship and needed some reassurance sometimes. It might help her if there was a clear label and definition for what they were to each other, but that was a conversation for another day. Right now, she was just happy to be in his arms again and to both hear and feel his love for her and she hoped he could feel her love for him too. She smiled at the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as he spoke again. Nodding she leaned down and gave him a soft kiss before pulling away and tugging on his arm to get up. "Number one, you do not have to apologize for an earthquake getting in the way of our plans. Actually, number one is I love you, too. So then, number three, that sounds perfect, maybe a bit idealistic but we're both very good at pissing people off so it seem attainable." She smiled genuinely at that. Maybe not the best thing to have in common generally, but sometimes it did have it's uses. "But most importantly, number four, I am exhausted and I just want to go to sleep and I'm really regretting changing out of my sleepwear." She whined looking at her luggage.

JAKE chuckled at the swat, not even the least bit bothered by his girl doing that because of his teasing. But they were at least in a good place, for now, so he just wanted to go to bed now. When Bree confirmed that she was also exhausted, he nodded. "Hang on." He warned before he picked her up and gently tossed her over his shoulder, grabbing her bag with the other hand before carrying her back to his bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed. Once he put her bag down, he carefully peeled her out of her clothes and tossed them aside. "Alright, now we can sleep." He hummed as she climbed in next to her, pulling her right into his arms. "Night, babe." THE NEXT DAY He mumbled before he dozed right off. The next morning was almost a blur, to say the least. Jake barely recalls forcing himself to get dressed, hopping into Bree's car, and then being driven over to the hotel his mother had requested. Her flight had landed about half an hour ago, and the car he'd ordered had just dropped her off. He was damn near squeezing Bree's hand as they walked into the hotel, his nerves and his mind all over the place now that this was about to happen. They'd barely made it past the entrance when he spotted the woman, and all he could was groan as she spotted him from the bar. "Jakey!" The woman beamed as she ran over and hugged her son. "Aww, I've missed my baby boy!" The woman lied, and Jake just hugged her back for a second before pulling away from her. "Hey, ma." He dryly greeted the woman, who had now turned her attention right to Bree. "Right. Ma, this is Bree. Bree, this is..my mother." As soon as Jake finished his introduction, Tatum was already holding her arms out to hug Bree. "Ohh, I've heard about you. It's about time I got to meet the little rich girl that's got my Jakey all in love. And I'm a hugger, so come here!" The woman squealed.

BREE can't remember the last time she slept so well. Between the shit show of the lockdown and the stress she hadn't even really realized she was holding there after, she just hadn't done much more than toss and turn for a few hours before prematurely getting up and starting her day. This time, when she woke up before her alarm, she felt refreshed and happy. It made getting ready for the day ahead significantly easier and her and Jake even managed not to start a single fight before it was time to go meet up with his mother. As they made their way to the hotel, she held Jake's hand and tried to carry on mindless conversation until they reached their destination. As they walked inside, she wasn't nervous but she was on guard like she usually was during public events or brand deals. Palatable but with a keen eye for bullshit. As she heard Jake groan, she squeezed his hand before letting go so his mother could greet him. She stood and took everything in and when the attention was on Bree, she smiled at the woman, and despite not being a hugger herself, she obliged. Even if Jake and this woman didn't have the best relationship, she was still his mother and Bree planned on being in his life long term so no need to start with a potentially bad impression. Although, it wasn't lost on her that she felt the need to describe her as a rich girl. Given what she knew about Tatum, this wasn't surprising but it still felt worth noting. As they hugged, she was please when the woman finally pulled away. Already, she could tell this was going to be a long day, so she grabbed Jake's hand and smiled at him, waiting to follow his lead.

JAKE was already over this, but as soon as Bree pulled away, Tatum was ushering them over to a booth, and all he could do was groan as he tugged Bree over. Sliding into the opposite side of the booth from his mother, he pulled Bree in right next to him. "You two look so adorable together!" Tatum grinned before she motioned a server over and ordered an expensive, vintage bottle of wine. "Ma, why are you ordering bottles you can't afford?" He questioned rhetorically, though he wanted to see what answer she'd give anyways. "Your daddy told me he gave you money. Told me exactly how much too, so you can afford this." She responded, winking over at her son before she turned her attention back to Bree again. "You should've been the one to tell me that, Jacob, since it meant that bastard was cutting me off now. How am I supposed to pay my bills now, huh? He already pays for you to go to this little fancy school so why did you need all of that money? Isn't your little girlfriend rich and one of those little instagram baddies?" Tatum spat, and Jake rolled his eyes hard. "Her name is Bree, and her money is her money. I've never asked her for anything, nor would I, because I'm not like you." He hissed, and while he wasn't intending to start a fight this soon, he could tell his mom was about to act up, as she normally did. And when she started laughing, he clenched his jaw almost on instinct. "Bree." The woman repeated just as the server came over with the bottle and three glasses, and Tatum let him fill up all three and leave again before she turned to Bree again. "Why is someone like you dating my son anyways? I know he's good looking, he got that from his mama, so you two hooking up would make sense. But dating him? What's in it for you? Is my Jacob just some toy you're using to piss off your rich mommy and daddy? This a charity case thing?" Tatum questioned before sipping on her wine. "Bree, you don't have to answer that." Jake quickly chimed in.

BREE let Jake maneuver her until they were sitting on the same side of the booth. It didn't take long for Tatum to start talking again and if Bree didn't like people, Tatum would be a prime example of why. Everything that came out of her mouth was a, not so, thinly veiled insult toward Bree, someone she just or a manipulation tactic to try and guilt her own son into paying for overpriced mediocre wine and apparently her bills. And she didn't like the way she said Jacob. Not to mention the second Jacob turned eighteen, Gabriel should have been giving money directly to his son anyway. But of course, Jake wouldn't have fought his mother on that, he was probably just glad to get away from her. At that thought, she placed a hand on his leg under the table. Wait, did this woman just call me a little Instagram baddie? Like she doesn't make tens of thousands of dollars per brand deal. Like she doesn't have millions of followers across multiple platforms. Like she isn't the daughter of literal Hollywood royalty. Instead of saying any of that she just looked at Jake and smiled at his response. She wanted to smooth away the tension in his jaw with her touch, but before she could even think to do it, Tatum was addressing her. And because Bree has manners she looked at the woman as she spoke. Despite the irritation she felt at the woman she smiled as she pat Jake's leg. "No, it's okay, I don't mind answering a concerned mother's questions." There may have been a hint of sarcasm in the word concerned. "While I can't see the resemblance between the two of you, Jake is arguably the most attractive man I have ever seen and no, my parents do not approve of our relationship, but that would actually be more of a reason for me not to date him. But Jake is so much smarter than he gives himself credit for, he is witty and funny and charming, he matches my energy and he sees me and I see him. I like being around him and considering my general aversion to people, that is rather impressive." As she finished her explanation, she looked at Jake and gave him a genuine smile. "And I know you didn't ask me, but to answer your earlier question of what you should do now that Gabriel won't be paying your bills, I would recommend that you get a job."

JAKE felt the hand on his leg and knew before Bree even opened her mouth that he was about to be proud as hell of his...girlfriend? Not girlfriend? Regardless of the label, he leaned back against the seat as she spoke, and naturally, a smirk graced his lips as she complimented him. He loved it when he didn't have to fishing for compliments from the woman he loved, but having her stand up for him and defend him against his mother was now at the top of the list of things he loved about Bree. And with the way Tatum seemed flabbergasted at the remarks, that was only more appeasing than everything else. He'd never seen his mom be stunned, since he was more used to her taking anything anyone said to her with a neutral face before she spat something worse back at that. Resting his on hand on top of his girl's hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze as she finished her verbal lashing. "Young lady, that is no way to talk to me." Tatum hissed. "I know my son is smart. I've watched that boy toy around with electronic devices since he was a kid. Don't get cocky just because you've been fucking him and think you know him better than the woman who gave birth to him." She spat. "Chill out, ma! This has nothing to do with sex!" Jake groaned, and Tatum just waved a hand at him dismissively as her attention remained on the object of her son's affection. "For your information, getting a job isn't in the cards for me, not when I had a kid with a rockstar and raised him by myself for 18 years. Everything that he is, is because of me, not anyone else, so the least I deserve is a roof over my head for my troubles. But funny of you to mention a job when you're...not exactly a working girl, unless you're selling yourself to my son." Tatum stated, clearly pleased with herself. "What the fuck, ma! It's not like that — I love her, and she loves me." Jake clarified, and Tatum sighed as she turned to him. "Oh, my sweet boy. She's just gonna drop you when someone richer comes along." The woman stated, and as if Jake hadn't spent enough time considering that very thing himself, his insecurities were starting to kick in yet again. "Bree, honey, why don't you just leave my son alone? Toying with his feelings for sex or whatever else you're getting out of him isn't good for my Jacob, or for me, so we should go ahead and end this now."

BREE could tell immediately, that she had hit a nerve, maybe several with the way the woman across from them looked. As if she was about to burst at the seems, she'd laugh if she lacked decorum. Instead, she just continued to hold Jake's hand while they both listened to this woman try and cut Bree down. Of course the issue with that is, Bree is like a mighty Oak tree and Tatum was coming at her with a balloon sword. Truly the most unremarkable attempt at her ego she had ever experienced. Letting Jake interject here and there, she did manage a small smile to herself as he told his mother he loved her. She hoped that little flutter in her chest never went away at hearing him say that. Eventually, Tatum stopped talking and Bree figured she'd start from the top. "While I respect my elders, I will speak to you in the manner in which you speak to me. So, if you don't like my tone then adjust your own." Keeping eye contact with the other woman, Bree found she had no respect for a parent who acted like their child owned them for anything. "Everything that Jake is, is despite you. You had nothing to so with the man that he is. All you did was try to con your way into money by getting knocked up by the most unrelliable and irresponsible rockstar planet earth has to offer. And now that Gabriel isn't going to give you what, quite frankly, you've never been entitled to, you think your son should do it because you provided the bare minimum a parent is legally obligated to?" Bree was unable to hold back an eye roll at that. "And I do not appreciate you implying that Jake isn't worthy of me exactly as he is. I understand that you can't fathom two people being together out of nothing but love and connection but all the money in the world wouldn't make me 'drop' him." Again, she turned to the man she loved and smiled at him, her hand squeezing his before she addressed Tatum again. "I will agree that we should go ahead and end this. You should get the next flight back home and while you're sitting in that economy seat, you can figure out how you're going to pay your bills because it won't be Jake." She said it with a finality because she would be dammed if this parasite of a mother got one more cent out of her man.

JAKE should have expected a run in with his mom and Bree to go exactly like this, yet his mom was crossing lines he hadn't even imagined. Her coming at him or taking shots at the other Puckermans was normal, but her assuming she knew Bree and knew how this would all play out was new. Then again, this was also why he'd unintentionally kept his mentions of his girlfriend to a bare minimum any time he talked to his mom. But he was pulled out of his own thoughts as Bree defended not just him, but their relationship again, and he knew this conversation had to end soon. Tatum was practically sitting there with her mouth wide open as she was being read for filth, and once Bree finally stopped, she pulled herself together and turned to her son. "Jacob, I won't tolerate your little ATM talking to me like this." She huffed, and Jake just shook his head. "Then you should've been more respectful. She gave you the same energy you gave her, so I'm on her side." He clarified, much to his mother's dismay. Taking his wallet out, Jake pulled a few bills out and tossed them down on the table. "This was unnecessary, ma. You didn't need to make a whole trip out here just to beg me for money, but since you are here, do what you've always done best and use your...assets to get some more money." He stated as he stood up from the table and offered a hand to Bree. "Jacob Elias Puckerman, don't you dare try to walk away and turn your back on me. I am still your mother, and I raised you so I deserve more respect than this. I also deserve that money. I went through hell just to bring you into this world!" Tatum hissed, to which Jake just chuckled. "You had a baby with a black man knowing your entire family and city was religious and racist. I didn't ask to be born, Tatum. You used me to milk cash out of a rich dude, which led to you being shunned, so that's your problem. Do what you do best and sell yourself, I guess." He suggested before he turned back to Bree. "Ready, babe?"

BREE firgued she had said more than enough to this woman and hoped that this would end in her and Jake leaving, and his mother being a non issue for a while. He deserved a break from her and quite frankly, at her big ass age, Tatum did need to figure out a plan, because she couldn't keep doing this to Jake. Even if she didn't care about her son like she should Bree did and she wouldn't let her keep taking advantage of him, guilting and manipulating him into paying her way. As she watched mother and son go back and forth, she had to say she was proud of her man for standing up for himself. Standing up as he offered his hand to her, she took it and was glad this whole ordeal was almost over. But the last thing he said to her, might have been the most important thing she could hear, and the most difficult, but again, she was so proud of Jake for telling her no and for telling her about herself. It was obvious that the woman wasn't ready to hear it, but maybe Jake was able to plant a seed that would eventually grow. Squeezing his hand and smiling up at him and nodded her yes, she let him lead them out to, hopefully, leave that woman behind him.

[janatm]

and we'll linger on, time can't erase a feeling this strong || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake & Bree Brown

date & time: September 29, 2024 around noon

location: Bree's Place

warnings: none!

summary: After being broken up for months and actively not talking and communicating like they should, finally after everything that has happened, they say what they need to say to each other and the world doesn't end.

word count: 2,471

JAKE groaned as he parked his bike outside of Bree's building. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been here, but it had been under the guise of sex and that time last time was fine. This was different. After the throuple drama and his own shit being dragged into the mess, he had put off talking to Bree for as long as he could, but he knew it wasn't fair to her that the ball was in his court and he wasn't giving her shit to work with, so here he was. Taking the paper bag of food out of the bike's compartment, he took his helmet off as he walked up to Bree's apartment. His mind was a total mess right now but there was no turning back now so he just sucked it up as he knocked on the door.

BREE tried to have a normal morning, but all she could think about was the fact that Jake was coming over. It could be a good thing, but last time they talked it went really bad and then he's just... avoided her ever since. Which, maybe that's on her for still trying to be around, maybe that's what he wanted to talk about? Although it's more likely it was about everything his brother said after that weird ass lesson Professor Anderson held a couple days ago. Making sure her lips were perfectly glossy, she definitely spent more time on her appearence then she should have. But a skirt and a nice breatheable sweater might sound like too much but it's actually pretty casual for her. Taking a deep breath as she heard a knock on her door, she went to open it. Seeing her ex holding a bag of, what she assumed, was food, she stepped aside so he could come in. "Very punctual." Was all she could think to say.

JAKE gave Bree a small smile as she opened up the door, and when he wasn't met with some bullshit ass remark that would make him change his mind and send him right back home, he just nodded as he stepped inside. "Figured you might be busy later so I wanted to be here on time." He stated, as he walked in and put his helmet down next to the couch. "I uh...wasn't sure if you'd eaten or not yet, and I was craving burgers from that diner you would never be caught at but used to let me order take out from anyways, so..." His words faded out as he held the bag up. "I also know how you are so should I lay this out on the dining room table, or is right here on the coffee table good?"

BREE looked at the bag and stopped herself from smiling. It was sweet and thoughtful. They've been so at each other's throats since they broke up, she forgot what it was like when they weren't. It was also good timing because she was hungry and she hadn't had this place because, well, she hadn't been willing to ask Jake to orfer it for her. Normally she would say they need to go to the dining room, because that's what that room was for, but her living room was more, comfortable so she gestured at the coffee table. "The coffee table is fine just, let me get some good napkins, and plates, and cups for drinks." She said as she cleared off the coffee table, making sure everything was put away before going to the kitchen. When she came back she had a cold sprite zero and a cold Dr. Pepper and two cups with ice, along with the plates and napkins. Placing everything down on the table, she sat on th couch and tried not to think about it getting dirty for the greasy food. "Thank you, for the food, it was very thoughtful of you." See, she could be nice.

JAKE hadn't entirely been sure why he'd chosen to stop for food before coming over, aside from the fact that he was hungry, but perhaps it was him being thoughtful? He'd already made his brain hurt enough times trying to figure all of this shit out so as far as he knew, he was starving and hadn't wanted to show up empty handed. he let her get everything out, eyeing the drinks in her hand before biting back a smile. He could ask why she still kept some here since he knew she didn't drink them, but he hadn't wanted to start a fight so he decided against it this time as he laid the food out on the plates. He didn't know why Bree was choosing her couch for them to eat on, when he was sure it cost a lot, but he just sat down on it anyways. "It's nothing." He stated, picking up her plate and handing it over to her. "And before we get into all the serious shit, I'm sorry for not acknowledging the fact that you actually went out shopping with me, in public. I didn't realize how big of a deal it was until afterwards, so that's on me."

BREE tried not to look so taken aback by Jake's apology. Thankfully, if she was good at anything, it was keeping her reactions and emotions off of her face when she wanted to or had to and this situation kind of felt like both. She just kind of looked at him for a moment, because she had kind of accepted that he just hadn't cared anymore and was trying her best to not seem so heartbroken about that every time she had to exist in the world. But here her ex was saying he had noticed, even if it had been late. "I just wanted you to know I heard you and that regardless of what we are. I won't put you through that again." She said looking him in the eye, wanting him to understand that was was trying. Not just for him or for them, but because she didn't want to be some puppet her parents pulled the strings on. She wanted to be free. "So what's the serious stuff you wanted to talk about then?"

JAKE had spent days trying to understand why Bree had invited herself on his shopping excursion, or why she'd actually followed through and joined him, and it hadn't quite made sense. Sure, they were getting along to an extent, and she was always giving him shit about his clothes so it was the perfect chance for her to have a say in his wardrobe, but agreeing to go out in public with him had been a shock. Taking his own plate into his hands as he took in her explanation, he was sure that he would've dropped the food on the couch if he hadn't been gripping the plate as tightly as he was. "You know you don't owe me shit anymore, right?" He asked, though that was probably a stupid question considering she clearly saw things differently. Taking a bite out of his burger, Jake wasn't surprised that Bree was steering the conversation right to the serious stuff already. Damn, can't even let a man breathe and eat first? he thought to himself as he chewed his food down. So much for taking this slow. "I don't really know how to explain this, but...I guess having sex with you is how I show love. I'm not really sure how else you're supposed to show it, which with my parents, makes a whole lot of fucking sense, so being intimate with you is the only way I knew how to express it."

BREE put her share of the food on her plate and crossed her legs to have something to rest it on. "I'm aware. I didn't do it because I owe you. I did it because I wanted to not because I felt like I had to." And it had been a little... concerning that morning but as soon they were out and about she hadn't even thought about what it would look like or what if someone saw them. She was just, happy to be spending time with someone she wanted to spend time with. As Jake all but shoved a bite in his mouth, Bree ate a couple of fries before pouring her drink and taking a sip. Thankfully her hands were free, when Jake spoke, because of all the things she had been expecting, that hadn't even made the list. Honestly, she had forgotten she'd asked him about that until that moment. But it made sense, because since the physical aspect, and not just the sex but any level of physical closeness, was cut off in their relationship, Bree hadn't felt loved by Jake. Which maybe says something about how she received love or wanted to receive love. "I get it. When I said we needed to end the physical part of our relationship I was cutting off your main way of loving me." She said it more as a thought she happened to say out loud. "I'm sorry I did that. I should have realized sooner what your love looked like. And while I'm apologizing, I'm sorry I made you be my secret for so long and just expecting you to be okay with it. I'm sorry I made you watch me be publicly single. I'm sorry I never stood up for you or us to my parents. I'm sorry that I didn't see that I was hurting you, I'm sorry I never really looked. I love you but I see now that you couldn't have known that by how I was treating you." That was the first time she'd ever said it and she was just grateful he finally got to hear it. And if she didn't believe that crying undermined an apology, her face would be covered in snot and tears.

JAKE accepted that Bree had gone shopping with him because she wanted to, and it did make him feel...good, or something akin to that. He was grateful at the very least that she'd willingly wanted to do it, so at least they were taking small steps in the right direction. That was even more obvious with the way he'd confessed to some shit he hadn't exactly planned on just blurting out the second he sat down, but it was out there now and he couldn't take it back. And when Bree spoke up and believed him, with no sass and no attitude, he was both stunned and relieved. That was one less thing they'd have to fight about later, thankfully. He took another bite of his burger as it appeared to be her turn to start confessing whatever was on her heart, and he would have choked if he wasn't already swallowing back the food in his mouth as he took in the sea of sorries she was unleashing. It was rare for her to apologize at all, let alone back to back like this, so he did at least know she was being genuine. So he didn't interrupt her, deciding to let her finish before he put his plate down and turned to face her. "You know you could've just said all of this the night I told you I loved you, right?" He joked, deciding they should probably lighten the mood after all this serious ass shit. "But don't sweat it. I forgive you. And I know I've already apologized for it, but I'm sorry about the cheating thing. Honestly, maybe since I show love with sex, me having sex with someone else was to hurt you, to make you feel as neglected and small as I felt our entire relationship — especially since I didn't know exactly how you felt about me or us. I know that was fucked up, and I'm really sorry." Jake sighed. "But we're here now...so what the hell are we gonna do?"

BREE was suddenly nervous, even fidgeting a little with the hem of her skirt. But she did manage to keep eye contact so hopefully she didn't look as nervous as she felt, but even if she didn't Jake would probably know. She didn't even have time for her brain to start overthinking about it all before Jake said he forgave her. Again, she's not crying, but she probably would later when she was alone and replayed this entire interaction for the sixth time. While being forgiven was a relief she didn't even know she was waiting for, it was the overwhelming realization that she forgave him too. She wasn't mad at him anymore, and when she looked at him she didn't just see him with some other chick, she didn't feel pain or rage, she just missed him and wanted to be close to him again. That was a feeling she just hadn't been prepared for. By the time he had finished apologizing again, she just felt they were entirely too far apart. So she leaned forward, grabbed his plate of food and moved it to the coffee table, before getting up and sitting on his lap. Wrapping her arms around him for the first time, in what felt like a year, she smiled at him. Rarely was Bree soft around anyone, but Jake had always brought that side out of her in their quieter moments. "I forgive you." She said simply. "And I know we've got more to talk about probably but right now what you're going to do is kiss me." She said leaning into him a bit more.

JAKE hated the mushy shit, he truly did, yet he seemed to get that way when Bree wanted him to open up. And while he also wasn't a fan of having to just blurt out his goddamn feelings, it wasn't turning out to be a bad thing right now, thankfully. He did know that Bree had been waiting for him to be ready to talk, and just from the look in her eyes he could tell that she was relieved that they were getting it all out in the air. Expecting for her to say something back now, he furrowed his brows when instead she just moved to straddle his lap instead. He wouldn't complain about the position, but he was a little shocked that they'd jumped to this conclusion already. Letting his hands reach around and grab that perfect ass he loved so much, Jake wasn't the least bit surprised that she was asking - or demanding - a kiss. And he had denied her of enough already, so he simply nodded obediently. "You didn't have to sit on my dick for a kiss." He teased before he leaned in anyways and captured his girl's lips in a heated kiss.

[janatm]

and if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: July 19, 2024 late at night

location: Jake's Place

warnings: this is basically just smut so like... you're been warned

summary: Bree was drunk and found herself in front of her ex's door.

word count: 4,328

BREE had not intended on getting drunk. Tipsy, yes, but drunk, absolutely not. When she had left Emma's to go get more party favors, she hadn't felt anything at all, but now those four drinks were hitting her. What if she was photographed or TMZ got clips of her? Jesus, this is part of the reason why she had been drinking in the first fucking place. The micromanaging of her life was too much and she needed a damn break. Instead of ending up at the store she found herself knocking on Jake's door. The other reason she was drinking.

JAKE had been busy playing video games when he heard the knock on the door. It was too late for any visitors, especially unexpected ones, which he loathed. He was tempted to just keep playing his game and ignore whoever it was, but then his curiosity got the better of him. Pausing his game, he got up and went to open it, only to raise a brow when he saw who was on the other side. "If this is you coming to chew me out for something...you've got five minutes." He insisted as he stepped aside, holding the door open wide enough for her to walk in.

BREE started to feel nervous when he didn't open up right away. What if he was at some girl's place? What of he was with someone else just on the otherside of the door? Suddenly her ear was pressed up against the wood trying to hear moaning or something, but instead she stumbled as the door opened. Fixing her skirt, she looked up at Jake before accepting his offer to come inside. "That's not why I'm here." She responded focusing in her words to make sure they were the right ones. "I don't know why I'm here. I was suppose to go to the store and I ended up... here." She confessed.

JAKE wasn't even sure where to start when Bree insisted she wasn't here to snap at him for something, which was a surprise since that had been the norm for them since their break up. At least, when she wasn't showing up for that other reason. Taking in her confession, he nodded. "So you're tipsy? Drunk? High?" He asked as she stepped closer to her. "If you want, you can hand me your keys, and I'll take you to the store, and then..wherever you were before this?" He offered, figuring that was the best way to go first.

BREE got distracted by the smell of his place, it smelled like him and she remembered waking up with her face buried in his neck or his chest or his back and wanted that back. She wanted him back, at least she did in her drunken state. God, he was being nice, he sounded so, sweet. Slipping her heels off, she moved right in front of him. "I don't want that." She shouldn't have come here, this was a bad idea, the worst idea. "I miss you." She admitted a little louder then she meant to.

JAKE should have known why Bree was here, all things considered. They had done this same song and dance before, but with her blocking him and being pissed about literally everything, he hadn't been holding his breath for it either. But as soon as she slid her heels off, he knew that's what this was. Licking his lips as she stood right in front of him, he didn't hold back his smirk as she spoke again. "I know you did." He mumbled before he dropped his shorts, kicking them aside. "Show me. Get on your knees."

BREE would like to believe this wasn't WHT she came her. That maybe she came here just to see him and then leave but ever since their moment in ladies bathroom, this is exactly what she wanted. Kneeling, in front of him, his dick at her eye level now, she held just below the head before looking up at him. Before she knew it her lips were wrapped around the head, her tongue running over the tip. She was salivating.

JAKE truthfully hadn't known how far he could push Bree after how she'd left him hanging at the mixer, but considering she was the one who'd turned up here tonight and was under the influence, he figured he might just get lucky. That was confirmed as he watched his ex get down on her knees, and within seconds, he was groaning at the sensation of her tongue dragging over the tip. "Baby, if you tease me while you're down there, I can promise you that you'll be walking funny tomorrow." He whined as he ran a hand through her hair. "Show daddy how much you've missed him."

BREE whined around his cock at his words and took him in deeper. While she would never admit it to Jake. He had the most girth of anyone she'd been with and her jaw wasn't use to having to accommodate so much. But it acclimated quickly, like riding a bike. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and added some pressure as she stroked him. To give her jaw a break, she moved her moth off of him and let the spit lubricate where she had been sucking. Picking a stripe up the understick of his dick, she kissed the tip before looking up at him and using both hands to stroke him. She was still teasing but maybe she wanted make sure he'd fuck her so hard she'd feel it for days.

JAKE lightly tugged on Bree's hair when she took more of his shaft into her mouth. Even if he did have his way with a handful of women and couldn't help how much he gave in to temptation, nobody else compared to his ex. She never disappointed him when it came to sex, and she was the only woman he let toy with him like she was doing now. "Bree..." He muttered, though he leaned right into her touch as her soft, small hands started to stroke him. He raised a brow as he glanced back down at that face he adored so much. "I know what you're doing, and you have my word that I will rail you — so just suck it, baby girl."

BREE spurred on by Jake's words, smiled before taking him into her mouth again.. Starting with the tip, as she got comfortable, she took more and more of him in, her hands braced on his thighs, she moaned as her throat relaxed fully and she was able take him to the back of her throat. If there was a reason Jake kept coming back to her, it was probably her ability to deep throat. He wasn't a small guy either, little Jake, really wasn't that little. Honestly, Bree would brag about her ability if she wasn't so reserved. Moaning again, letting the vibrations work down his shaft, she help herself there until she felt tears on her eyes. Pulling back enough to catch her breath, she went back to sucking the soul out of him.

JAKE was sure that watching Bree's mouth start to swallow inches of his dick had never been sexier than it was in this moment. His groans grew louder as his girl kept up her actions, pushing herself further and further until she was expertly deep throating his dick. "Shit, babe.." He grunted, gently tugging on her hair as he lightly started to thrust into her mouth. Bree's moan was enough to make his knees buckle ever so slightly, but he maintained his stance as he let her mouth start inching him closer and closer to that sweet escape. Once she had to free her mouth for a bit of relief, Jake smirked. Bringing his ex to tears as she swallowed his dick was always an ego stroke, but not as much as her diving right back in. His hips kept hurling forward as he fucked her throat, and soon enough, he was shooting a warm load of nut right down the back of it. "Fuck!" He hissed, stopped his own movements. "You can get up now, but take your ass to my bed. I'm sure you still know the way."

BREE felt the tugging against her scalp and the chills of arousal it shit through her body, she could feel the effect his pleasure was having on her. Knee that if she touched herself, her fingers would be covered in her wetness. But Jake didn't say she could, so instead she scratched the back of his thighs as he fucked into her mouth. It didn't take long before she could feel him getting close and she let him hit the back if her throat until his movements stopped and his seed was spilling down her throat and she swallowed every last drop before letting his cock go. Getting up when he said she could, she wiped her mouth and followed the familiar path to Jake's bedroom, sitting on the bed when got there. She loved how dominating he got in these moments, it was such a relief and a comfort for her that she didn't have to think.

JAKE was slightly baffled that Bree was being this obedient for once, and although he assumed it was just the alcohol, he was planning to take full advantage of it. She was never even this quiet anymore since she seemed to always be scolding him for something, so as he watched her get up and head straight for his bedroom, he at least knew that he was in charge tonight (finally). Licking his lips as he followed her, he raised a brow as she just sat down. "I take it you're making me do all the work tonight, huh?" He teased, and luckily he didn't even mind it. He swiftly lifted her top up and over her head before gently shoving her down until her back hit the mattress. "Are you gonna make me wrap it up this time?" Jake questioned as he worked on getting her bottoms off and tossing them aside.

BREE rolled her eyes at his words. "Thought it might be nice for you to have to do all the work for once. See what you can do when you're in charge." Usually Bree was bossier in bed, especially with Jake, who's mouth was constantly triggering her "I'll show you" attitude. Letting him remove her shirt, she fell back willingly and lifted her hip to help get her out of her clothes. "I don't know what you've been sticking that thing in and I don't trust the pull out method. Especially since you Puckerman's seem to be very fertile." Scooting up the bed and sitting up to cross her arms over her chest because she eant business. No condom. No sex.Thankfully, she had sobered up enough to at least make sure she didn't end up with a mini Jake brewing in her uterus.

JAKE laughed comically at Bree's words. "You know damn well what I can do when I'm in charge." He scoffed, and if this was how she wanted to play, then so be it. He should have expected her to request a condom, and she wasn't entirely wrong, to an extent. He slept around, sure, but there was only one exception to his own rules. "For the record, you're the only one I would ever consider not wrapping it up for. I'm not my dad — I ain't just putting babies in any random women." He clarified as he reached into his nightstand and grabbed a rubber out, ripping it open and sliding it on. "There." Jake whined as he pushed Bree back down and hovered over her, slowly pushing his dick into her cunt as he groaned. "How do you want it, or is that my decision too?"

BREE gave him a little smirk, "I know what you can do when you think you're in charge." It wasn't true, well it was true, but she knew what he could do both ways and honestly it had been too fucking long since she had been handled that Jake could handle her. God she couldn't stand this man, why would he say something like that. Implying that she's the only one he wouldn't mind getting pregnant. It was weirdly sweet but also annoying as fuck, because he'd knock her up but he can't stay faithful to her? Before she even had a chance to say anything, she got... distracted watching him put the condom on. Uncrossing her arms, she was on her back again, and Jesus fucking Christ, that felt- she forgot just full she felt when he was inside of her. Needing a second to come back to herself, she bit her lip as her pussy adjusted to his size. "Do what you want to me, please daddy."

JAKE was up for the jokes before, but now that he had what he desired, nothing else mattered. It didn't matter how many women he had sex with, they weren't his ex. None of them would ever be Bree, and he wasn't about to waste a chance at getting to have sex with her. Her moment of pause stroked his ego, as usual, and he was sure that his dick was on fire being stuffed inside of her again. As soon as that name rolled off the tip of her tongue, Jake smirked as he thrust his hips forward slowly. "Oh yeah? Anything I want?" He asked, his mind already filling with the amount of things he desired to do to her. Keeping up a steady pace, Jake lowered his head and started sucking on Bree's neck, needing to mark his territory so people could see it afterwards.

BREE knew that telling Jake he could do whatever he wanted to her was going to result in him doing at least one thing she shouldn't let him do. Letting him leave any potentially visiblle marks on her was definitely a no no, but the idea that he wanted to mark her and claim her as his, made her nipples hard and her pussy even wetter. This was fucking bliss and they had only just started. "Anything you want." She reiterated. Bree wanted this man to have every single part of her, she didn't want to hold anything back, she never had to when she was with Jake. Dragging her nails across his back, she moaned wanting more of him in her and on her, if that was possible. Impatience he rolled her hip up, feeling every inch of him.

JAKE might have been cocky when it came to his bedroom skills, but all of that went out the window with Bree, to an extent. They knew one another's bodies inside and out, and they knew what each other liked, so he didn't have to be as extra as he was with other women. Things just flowed naturally with Bree, but especially when she told him he could have his way with her. "As you wish." He agreed, and he nipped at her neck a little harder when he felt her rolling her hips against his cock. "Baby, be patient." He chuckled as he moved a hand under her, gripping her ass firmly as he bucked his hips forward a little harder. "I thought you said for me to do what I wanted, but now you want me to fuck you how you want it?"

BREE felt her eyes close as a wave of pleasure coursed through her at the feel of him going deeper and harder. It still wasn't enough, and she knew he knew that. Processing his words, she opened her eyes and smiled a little. "You know patience is not a virture I possess," Biting his shoulder, not quite hard enough to leave an impression of her teeth, she kissed the spot right after. "You don't want to fuck me harder?" She pulled his face to hers, "I never said I was going to make it easy for you." Now, she could just let him be in control, but she knew Jake, and he liked to earn it from her, even if he acted like he just wanted her to obey. Rolling her hips again, she moaned at the sensation.

JAKE rolled his eyes playfully as Bree pointed out the obvious, and he didn't even flinch at her bite. "You still haven't learned any patience? Or is this just because you've been drinking?" he asked, though they both knew that Bree would never learn to be patient, just like he knew exactly what game she was playing at. He let her have the upper hand, for now, taking in her words as he continued to only thrust into her at a steady pace. Maybe he liked when she got a little impatient, which was confirmed as he groaned once she rolled her hips against him. "I could make this easy for myself..but do that again." He demanded in a much softer tone before he captured his ex's lips in a heated kiss.

BREE wished this eagerness for Jake was simply because she had been drinking but she felt like this about him and for him way before she started drinking. They hadn't even been broken up that long but the couple of months they had gone with no contact, all she did was think about him. So of course she was I patient. "I've been waiting for months, how much more patient can I be?" Moaning out the last couple of words as she felt him thrust into her. She couldn't tell if the sec was better or if it was just hotter because was suppose to be doing this, either way she felt her heart rate elevate and her breathing stagger a bit with every thrust. Hearing his demand, she dragged her nails down his back, not too hard bit enough to feel as she open her mouth to deepen their kiss. Always a good girl, she did as she was told and rolled her hips up into his again and had to break the kiss for a sharp intake of breah and she sunk her teeth into his shoulder this time. "Fuck me." She said breathless.

JAKE was sure that he'd never get an explanation for Bree's lust, but he also wasn't gonna complain about it either. He wanted her just as badly as she obviously wanted him, but he couldn't just give it up that easily. Or at least that's what he thought until she offered up a confession he hadn't even asked for, and he instinctively slammed his dick into her harder in response. "I've been waiting the same amount of time and I'm patient." He groaned, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts now. While he hadn't been abstinent since their break up, sex with anyone else didn't feel like it felt with Bree, and although he knew why that was deep down, he wasn't about to say that shit; however, showing his girl was different. Allowing Bree to take control of their kiss, he moaned against her lips as she rolled her hips again, making it much harder for him not to just give his ex whatever she wanted. He smirked as she bit his shoulder, and then he gave one swift nod as his hands gripped Bree's waist, and he pounded into her pussy more relentlessly now to satisfy both of their cravings. "You know this is still my pussy, right?" He taunted before grunts.

BREE gasped and felt herself smile in response to Jake slamming into her. It's what she wanted and even if it meant showing more of herself than she had intended to him, it was worth it for his reaction to the revelation that she did, in fact, miss him. It wasn't lost on Bree that if he wanted to, he could put her in her place, and she was sure he would, but for now she appreciated that he let her have her moment of control. It was rather un-Jake like generally, but she always seemed to have a soft spot for her that made her feel... special and she was getting lost in that feeling again. Seeing the mark her teeth left as he adjusted their angle and slammed into her, she wasn't usually the territorial type but then she'd never felt for anyone else what she feels- felt for her ex. Too overcome with pleasure to even act annoyed at his questions she just nodded. "Yes." She confirmed, bracing herself with her hands against the wall behind her. "I'm close, please- fuck, don't stop."

JAKE couldn't recall the last time he'd given up control for more than five minutes, which was usually only reserved for the time it took for Bree to fall for his charm and decide whose place they were going to, but he also found that he didn't mind it. Maybe it was a one off, or maybe he'd just missed her this much, but he was content giving her way just this once. Though, that went right out the window when instead of a snarky response to his question, Bree agreed with his bullshit, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Yes ma'am." He groaned, and he straightened up his posture enough to toss one of his ex's legs over his shoulder, giving him a much better angle to hit her g-spot as she started to rail her pussy faster and harder. "Oh, fuck!" He hissed, and as if he hadn't missed being with Bree before, he sure as fuck did now. "I'm not stopping until you cum for daddy, baby." He taunted, keeping up his thrusts as he kept fucking her relentlessly.

BREE was so lost in how full she felt that when Jake threw her leg of his shoulder, she just let him without bracing herself for what it meant. So. When he started fuckung into her harder and faster she let out a loud moan of pleasure and felt her eyes shut at b the sensation of his cock hitting her spot just right. No one knew her body better, which is why she craved him above all others. She could hear him but she couldn't process anything he was saying, so she just nodded like she understood and every atom of her body was on fire. Feeling the build of pleasure ready to release, her hands gripped onto the sheets and her Moaning was interuppted by staggered breathing. She was so close. Just a little more and she'd be bathing in her orgasm. Atvthatvthoyght she looked up at her ex and he looked powerful and sexy and hebwas going to make her cum and she could tell he was close and something about knowing what she did to him sent her over the edge as she watched him fuck her. Letting out a cry her walls clenched and her legs were shaking with her climax. Breathing heaving, feeling the sweat beat at her temples, every part of her was so sensitive and she just wished she could've felt him can inside of her. Too tired to speak she just felt tingly and satisfied.

JAKE knowing Bree's body as well as he did was always trouble when they were having sex, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Every noise that left those perfect lips, the way her body arched and rolled against his shaft, the way she had to squeeze her eyes shut — he knew every single sign that let him know he was on the right track to getting what they both wanted. It also helped that he knew exactly how to hit her g-spot, and as soon as she clenched around his cock, he was barely still holding it together. "Shit, babe.." He groaned, snapping his hips forward harder and harder as he throbbed inside of her again, desperately waiting until Bree finally climaxed before he let go himself. "Oh fuck!" He growled, and he eyed his girl's face as both of their orgasms rippled through them. he continued drilling her cunt harder and deeper until his body was finally giving out, and she gently dropped her leg down before he pulled out and flopped next to her. "Goddamn.." He panted, clearly more spent than he'd expected to be since it had been a while since he'd had to put this much effort in during sex. "You might as well spend the night after that." He muttered, ripping the condom off as tossing it to his floor somewhere.

BREE knew she should get up, get dressed and get out of his place as quickly as possible, but his bed was so comfortable and his voice was soothing and she missed lying naked and spent with him. This was a bad idea and she wasn't even supposed to be here. Why had she gone to him instead of Shep or literally anyone else? Why was she giddy that he said she should stay like he's doing her some favor instead of just trying to insure he gets a round two in before she re-blocks him on everything and acts like this night never happened? Why was she so logical and methodical all of the time, except with him. Of course, she was going to stay, she has decided that the moment she found herself standing in front of his door. Cuddling up to him, she kissed his shoulder before throwing an arm over him and resting her head on his chest. He was warm and smelled like... Jake and it was comforting and maybe for tonight they could just be. "I'm going to be sore in a couple of hours so if you want round two you're going to have to be gentle." She smiled though because she liked when she was sore after, it was a reminder.

[janatm]

the way that we movin' is reckless, baby || BRAKE

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown

date & time: August 9, 2024 at night

location: Puck's Place

warnings: jake being a drama queen and bree not communicating effectively

summary: What started off as a much needed conversation about the breakdown of their relationship turns into something that feels very final.

word count: 4,363

BREE never thought she'd be spending the night with Jake where the main objective wasn't sex. At least, not since they broke up. Even though they hadn't been alone alone, this still felt intimate. Being apart of his time with his niece, like she was family too. Between this and Jake going around implying he wants to marry her, Bree felt a surge of affection, of love, for her ex, and it made her furious and hopeful. It was confusing and as she sat on the couch, she waited for Jake to come back with some water for her. Maybe she was just dehydrated and that's why her brain was short circuiting every time she looked at him. As he walked back in, she smiled and took the water. "Don't get any ideas. We are not hooking up with your niece in the house." She said swinging her legs over his andbgetting comfortable.

JAKE was killing two birds with one stone here with Maya and Bree, which was kind of a relief. Defending himself lately and trying to convince his ex that he hadn't been doing anything other than hanging out with Puck and Maya was much easier now that the chatty teen could co-sign his story, and show Bree the embarrassing TikToks they'd made before deciding she needed to go talk to her friends. Grabbing Bree's water, Jake handed it over and flopped back down. "Babe, I wasn't gonna make a move while baby Puckerman is in the house. Give me some credit. I'm actually a great uncle." He laughed. "And besides, those texts the other day seemed...like you needed us to talk some shit out anyways."

BREE laughed as her ex praised himself for being a good Uncle. She wasn't going to bring up the fact that he'd only been one for a few weeks because seeing him and Maya together, she could tell he was actually having fun having a family. Plus, she had to agree, he was a pretty good uncle. Drinking some of the water she figured if he was gonna open the door for an actual conversation then she'd give it a try. Looking at him, she found herself moving into him a little more, bending her legs so she could scoot in a bit more. "I know we weren't..." A pause. "That I wasn't perfect but-" she just needed to ask it for fuck sake. "I didn't let you explain and so I've spent the last couple of months assuming the worst and I just need to know why you cheated on me. Even if it hurts to hear."

JAKE hated doing the whole talking thing when feelings and shit were involved, which he was sure he'd gotten from his mom and Gabe, but it had been almost four months since their break up and he decided that she deserved the truth — even if he wasn't fully ready to get into that whole thing. As soon as she started speaking, he sighed as he gently ran a hand along her thighs. "Neither one of us were perfect, but that's not what we expected anyways." He pointed out before exhaling a deep breath. "Being your secret, or on campus only, boyfriend was kind of fucked up. I ain't using that as an excuse, but being this boyfriend you couldn't post about, take around your folks, tell anyone who wasn't at PSU about wasn't easy to deal with. Especially when I had to see you out at your little events and shit with other lil' content dudes. I sucked that shit up as best as I could, but then it just started bothering me more and...I went to a party that one night, met some girl who didn't mind posting me on her Snap and shit, and I just let things go too far. Wasn't 'cause I didn't want you, but it was just nice to be with somebody who wasn't afraid to be seen with me like that."

BREE liked to think of herself as a rational and mature person. Generally, when people spoke she listened and processed to the best of her ability, asked clarifying questions if needed and nothing had to get out of hand. Unless, of course, her feeling were involved, in which case she was pretty damn immature about things and struggled to see different perspectives and actually listen to what's being said. Which is definitely why when Jake spoke, instead of hearing him she was just thinking of a retort. "So it's my fault? You knew what it was going to be when we got together, if that wasn't going to work for you, then you shouldn't have been with me." She was riling herselfup and she pulled awway from him a bit. "And you could've come to me, could have talked to me instead of 'sucking it up' and fucking the first bitch who posted you on her snapchat." She said, her voice slightly raised because she was still upset about all of this, more so than she thought.

JAKE had expected this sort of reaction from Bree, which was why it had taken him so long to get into this before. He knew the kind of pressure she was under to live up to her parents' bullshit wants for her, and he had known what he was getting himself into here yet he had still gone into this because he'd wanted her. He still wanted her, that hadn't changed obviously, but he was at least able to think about it more rationally than his ex. "I didn't say it was your fault, Bree." He pointed out, deciding to stay calm since them both getting worked up wasn't gonna help. "I know you, and I've heard you every single time you've complained about having to do whatever your parents want you to do. I know you're under a lot of pressure to be this perfect daughter that they want you to be, so that's why I didn't say shit. You had enough on your plate already so I didn't want to add to it." Jake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I fucked up, okay? It's not like I even wanted that girl, I just...I needed somebody to want me and to not be ashamed of being with me, even for just an hour or two. It was wrong, and I am sorry."

BREE was ready for things to escalate. That is what she had been prepared for. For him to say it was her fault and that she wasn't enough for him or that he got bored or he just didn't care. That he hadn't loved her or wanted her and most of all she expected him to get angry, maybe tell her to get out, but he didn't. He didn't say or do any of those things. Instead he was calm and it broke her heart. Not that he was calm but that he thought she had been ashamed of him because that was so far from the truth but how could he have known that? It just hit her in a wave and she didn't cry but she could feel tears welling up, all the same. Biting the inside of her cheek, she stopped those tears from falling. "I was never ashamed of you, Jake. I wanted you with me at every event and in every photo, every video but my parents they just, they didn't approve and I can't.... I can't disappoint them." She wiped at her cheeks where a tear had managed to escape. "I thought you just... didn't want me anymore. I didn't know I was hurting you. I'm sorry." It wasn't everyday Bree apologized, but she meant it.

JAKE furrowed his brows when he noticed Bree soften at his words, and while it hadn't been his intention, he was at least glad that she was receptive to what he had to say. Arguing and snapping at one another wasn't gonna get anything accomplished, and he noticed the way she was fighting back tears and could only nod along as she spoke. He had heard all of this before and while he did appreciate it, it wasn't gonna magically change anything either. "I know you can't disappoint them, which is why you disappoint yourself and the other people you care about instead." He pointed out, reaching a hand out and placing it on Bree's thigh, giving it a small squeeze. "Baby girl, there was never a moment when I didn't want you. I always did — I still do." He admitted before he was leaning in closer to his ex. "Look, I get that we weren't perfect, and that I made shit worse, but Bree, you can't think that I fucked up because I didn't want you. I fucking love you."

BREE had been holding it together pretty well considering how she actually felt. Neither one of them was the best when it came to just saying what they felt, but it was a particularly rare occurrence for Jake, who, for the most part, came off as a rather unserious man. But the tone of his voice, the way he was looking at her, she knew he meant every word he said and it was getting harder and harder to not just let every single wall down for him. To not just melt into him and let him hold her together. It would be so easy, it was always so easy with Jake. Then her brain processed exactly what he had just said and she felt her heart stop as she looked at him. Really analyzed his features, replayed the words in her head. He had never said that to her, I mean she thought - she hoped but he had never said it. God he was so close and he smelled good and he loved her. He fucking loved her. Leaning forward she closed the distance between them and did exactly what she said she wouldn't do again and kissed him. Before she knew it she was straddling him and her breathing was heavy when she finally pulled away. Her arms around his neck, she put her hands on his chest to give them some distance. "You've never said that to me. Why'd you say it now?"

JAKE hadn't meant to say it, not at all, but he also wasn't able to hold himself back with Bree. She knew him too well, even when he hadn't wanted her to, so there was no lying to her, and he'd hidden his true feelings for a while. Not intentionally, but it kinda took him a while to even accept it, and by then, he'd already fucked up and lost her — or so he'd thought anyways. He noticed her leaning in and he didn't move, deciding to let her make the moves here, though he still managed to inhale a small breath as she kissed him. His hands immediately went to her waist the second she was straddling him, and the heavy breathing only left him desperate for more. He was sure that his face showed just how disappointed he was that they'd needed air and had to pull apart. As soon as Bree asked the question, he was sure that he died a little on the inside yet again. "By the time I realized that's what I felt for you, it was too late. And it's not like you talk to me much aside from yelling at me and telling me to fuck off, or trying to make me jealous with that white boy, so I couldn't just tell you any other time." Jake sighed. "And I ain't say it now 'cause I want it to fix shit and we get back together right at this moment. I just needed you to know how I felt."

BREE lightly smacked his shoulder after his comment about Shep, but didn't comment, deciding to let him finish answering her question. Leaning in again, she planted a quick kiss on his lips. "In my defense, you're a very aggrivating person." She said playfully putting a hand around his neck before kissing him again. "And I'm not trying to do anything. I've told you, we're just friends." Again she kissed him and it was a dangerous game she was playing here. This was not a good position for her to let herself get into with her ex. Her ex who is an ex for a reason, it's just in this moment, she doesn't care why, because he loves her and she loves him. "I -" Uh oh, she wanted to say it back but when she tried the words just wouldn't come out. Instead, she just looked at him and contemplated hooking up and hoping he could just tell, but that was definitely not the right move. Or she could get off of him and leave because she never should have been here in the first place but that was also a hell no. "So now what?" She asked, opting to just hope it went unnoticed.

JAKE smiled as Bree kept planting quick kisses on his lips, deciding to just let her have her way...for now. "I only aggravate you because you want me." He teased, though they both knew it was true. It was also why she kept insisting that nothing was happening with Shep yet any time they were talking shit, she'd made a point to try and talk the dude up as if he were hitting it at all. "At one point you said he was tapping my ass, so which is it?" He asked, raising a brow as she eyed her. Not that it mattered either way, since she'd proven that even while intoxicated, Bree came to him, not to her little fake boyfriend. Staring at his girl's face, he could see the internal struggle going on between her mind and her mouth, and he just nodded. "I know, baby girl." Maybe he should have just challenged her to say it, but he wasn't in the mood now, and he figured she'd get there was she was ready. Moving his hands to her ass, he squeezed it firmly as he shrugged. "Any other time, I'd whip my dick out and tell you to strip and sit on it, but my niece is just one room away." Jake groaned. "But you can stay right here, and we can talk about the wedding your parents are gonna pay for in a few years. I'm sure you're gonna want something over the top, but I want an open bar, chicken sliders, maybe some fireworks, and Kendrick Lamar has to perform at the reception."

BREE wawnted to disagree and say he aggrevates her being he's annoying but it was be a lie he'd see through immediately, so what was the point? Besides, he'd just admitted to loving her and that earned him at least ten minutes of nice Bree time. "I just think there's a lot of tension between you two that could be alleviated by hooking up and if I'm there as a witness then it's a win/win." While her feelings for Shep might be what the public thinks they are, she does find herself attracted to that charming smile and southern twang. She wouldn't be mad at seeing two good looking men make out. Giving Jake a genuine smile as he let her off the hook for the whole, I love you, she felt her love for him grown. He understood her in a way no one else did and loved her anyway. It made her feel seen. Unable to hold back the giggle as he grabbed her ass and she scrunched her nose at his vulgarness and then before she even had time to say anything about it, he had her smiling again just to have her rolling her eyes two seconds later. "It's out wedding, not a Wendy's we're not doing chicken sliders. And I want Beyonce singing Halo as our first dance song, so if I can manage that then I can definitely get you Kendrick." Sighing as she snuggled into him, adjusting herself so she was sitting on his lap more comfortably. "But that's not what I mean, I mean what about us now?"

JAKE furrowed his brow's at Bree's suggestion, and he was sure she'd fallen and bumped her fucking head. "Is he gay? Cause I ain't, but even if I were gonna let some dude suck me off, it wouldn't be him." He huffed, and he couldn't even believe that Bree would suggest such an atrocious idea, yet of course she wanted to see it. "And you're one to talk. I see women flirting with you too, so why don't you bring one back to my place some time and give daddy a little show?" He suggested, and he was mostly just saying it to get back at her, but he wouldn't turn it down if she wanted to follow through. With the way she'd reacted the last time he'd mentioned their future wedding, he was at least glad to see that she could joke about it now, even if he fully meant that they were getting married in the future. "Listen, I don't want some fancy ass caviar or whatever you rich people eat, okay? It's my day too so I think we have to mix your bougie tastes with my...affordable ones. And sadly, I don't think Beyonce is taking wedding performance gigs unless you know her personally, which we don't." Jake pointed out. Locking his arms around her tighter, he didn't really have to think about her question before he was sighing softly. "As much as we both want this, I can't do the whole dating thing again until you're ready to stand up to your parents. It's not fair to either of us, and honestly, I just can't do that shit again."

BREE raised an eyebrow at Jake's protests and she wouldn't say it, but again she thinks both of them protest a little too much for there to be no tension at all but that could just be the smutty book reader in her. Rolling her eyes at his suggestion, she didn't even want to respond. "Because daddy hasn't earned a show." Which of course implied that he could, which maybe if they were 100% more stable in their situation she would maybe, possibly consider it. The use of 'we' was not lost on her and her heart kind of melted at the idea of them being a we again. "There's time, I could meet her and she could love me and be honored to sing Halo for us." Okay, so she wasn't actually delsional, as much pull as her parents had she doubted even they could make that happen, but truthfully so long as she's marrying the love of her life she doen't care. That's not true, she's going to be a bridezilla. She'll be lucky if she doesn't get left before the big day. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as he spoke, she didn't love what he was saying but she understood. "And I don't trust you not to hurt me like that again and getting back into a relationship with you knowing that, wouldn't be fair to either of us either." Nervously biting on her bottom lip, she stopped and looked at him again. "So are we just.... friends?"

JAKE rolled his eyes right back when Bree didn't immediately agree with his suggestion, because of course she wouldn't. That would be too easy and Bree Brown didn't do anything easy. "But what I heard is that the option could potentially be on the table? Good to know." He nodded, figuring that was a little payback of his own. But they weren't in a place for a threesome regardless, so he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. he let her ramble off about Beyonce and just nodded in support of her delusion, knowing damn well that Beyonce would never make an exception for them, no matter what connections the Browns had. But they had years to pick out what they wanted for their wedding. Sighing when Bree mentioned him hurting her, he did agree there, and they weren't going to get any better without fixing their issues, so Jake was willing to be mature for once. "We're more than friends.." He hummed, squeezing her ass as he met her gaze. "It doesn't matter what we label this. We both know what we want, we just have some work to do so for...we're exes who are figuring things out." That probably sounded just as messy as their situation was, but he didn't care. "Let's just take this one day at a time?"

BREE would pout and maybe she did a little bit, but at least for now, they both knew a threesome was definitely not a good idea. There is no way she'd have fun in a threesome with Jake. Listening to her ex try and describe what they were to each other now, was slightly painful for her. It was just too loosey goosey, not enough certainties or boundaries. A part of her wanted to just make this a clean break like she had attempted in the first place, but well, we see how successful that was the first time. So, maybe there was a middle ground between cutting him off completely and sitting in his lap talking about their future wedding. "You know I'm not a take it one day at a time kind of girl, Jacob. I need clarity. So for the sake of clarity can we agree that we are not in a relationship. And even if we still have feelings for each other, we are free to date and sleep with who we like but maybe we just don't talk to each other about it."

JAKE being left to define or label what they were now was dangerous, given that he'd been the one to ruin an already fractured relationship anyways, and he could tell from Bree's body language that his words weren't what she was looking for. Not that it mattered much since the alternatives weren't great either, but he was open to other suggestions. Or he was until Bree tossed out an alternative he had at the bottom of the list, for obvious reasons. "Are you sure about this? "Cause you're the one who's always chewing me out about sleeping with other women, even when it's been weeks and the only person I've had sex with has been you." He hummed, though he was sure he'd probably get chewed out for that too. "And that's not really clarity. We just keep doing what we've been doing, but fucking other people too? And what if feelings for other people get involved too? We just..carry on?"

BREE was aware that her grilling Jake on his sexual exploits had less to do with her thinking he was out there fucking whoever, whenever and more of a projection because she was the one having sex with other people. She was also aware that her not wanting them to discuss who else they're sleeping with was because she didn't want him to know that she was out here fucking other people. Especially, Shep. For some reason, he specifically got under Jake's skin and she simply refused to believe that had anything to do with her. However, he was right. It wasn't really clarity, it was her way of getting everything she wanted. It was selfish but she also wasn't entirely sure what the solution was. "We're not together anymore. We're not getting back together. Isn't it normal that we see other people?" Truthfully, she had felt somewhat guilty the past few weeks and maybe she was looking to be absolved of that guilt. "We should stop this." She motioned between herself and her ex. "No more sex, no more flirting, no more making out, no more intimate moments. A real break up."

JAKE was slightly expecting them to work out some sort of condition that worked out well for them both, so his mouth went dry when Bree started talking and implied that they were completely over. Sure, she'd said this same stuff before, yet this felt different. The whiplash he was getting from her shifting from one decision to the next was even too much for him now. "Are you serious?" He huffed before he gripped her waist tighter and moved her off of his lap. "Fuck it, we're done." He decided as he stood up. "You can see yourself out. I'm sure Shep is probably waiting by the phone for you to call anyways, so have fun with that, and don't fucking show up at my place the next time you're drunk and horny for something other than a mediocre stroke game. You keep your distance, and I'll keep mine." Jake stated as he started to head for Maya's bedroom. "I'll tell my niece you said goodbye, now get out."

BREE kind of saw this coming. Eventually, maybe not tonight but at some point she was going to piss him off enough that's he'd be over it. She'd been punishing him since she found out he cheated. Felt entitled to do and say what she wanted to him to try and hurt him the way he hurt her. While she hadn't expected to manage that tonight, she did and unsurprisingly, it didn't feel good. Could she have tried talking to him, sure but if she had hurt him even a fraction as much as he hurt her then it would be pointless and likely just piss him off more. So she gathered what she had brought over, left her birthday gift for Puck on the table and pulled every ounce of strength she had not to turn around and beg. Once he was outside she felt a tear run down her cheek. And then another. And another. Already, she missed him and she wished she had been able yo say the words. To tell him she loved him. Just so he would know. But she hadn't and now she might never get to.

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