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Briar hums, a soft little sound that says more than words might've. She doesn't say thank you—not because she isn't grateful, but because the way she melts into his chest, the way her fingers curl loosely into the fabric of his shirt, the way her body relaxes under the warmth of his kiss—all of that is the thank you.

"The fridge," she echoes with a faint smile, her cheek pressed against him. "Very official."

She doesn't ask to see it now. Doesn't move at all, really—just stays wrapped up in him, content in the quiet weight of his arms and the kiss to her hair. Her fingers trace a slow line down the center of his chest.

"I'm glad I stayed," she murmurs, barely above a whisper. Not just because of what happened between them, not just for the show or the comfort of his bed—but for this. The warmth. The quiet. The way his presence doesn't make her feel like she has to be anything but here.

A beat passes, and then, a little sleepily, a little sheepishly: "Can we order food now? I'm starving."

"Of course, I asked you. There's no one else I'd rather go with."

In truth, he'd probably have asked even if this hadn't happened. Morgan had always considered her good company, and it's not like she was ignorant when it came to things like art - though he's not sure she knows the finer detail of glassblowing. Ultimately, it doesn't matter.

"I've got a copy of the invite stuck to the fridge that you can have."

He'll get it for her when they eventually decide there's food to be had. right now, Morgan ducks his head to feather more kisses through her hair.

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laurel listens like she's trying to memorize every word—like each sentence is a gift she's been waiting her whole life to unwrap. there's no rush in the way she watches ellis, just quiet, glowing awe—like somehow, she can't believe she gets to be here, hearing this. "well," she says softly, brushing her thumb against the back of ellis's hand, "first of all—i don't want to stop you. ever. i want to know everything. even the rambles." she leans in just enough for her knee to touch ellis's, grounding them again in that little pull that never seems to let up. "you don't have to start anywhere specific. we've got time, and i want every piece of the story—even the ones you think don't matter." her smile widens at the mention of owen, something soft and affectionate blooming on her face. "he sounds impressive. but i already think you're the more interesting one," she teases gently, like she can feel the little flicker of comparison before ellis pushes it away.

when it's her turn, laurel lets out a breath, like settling into something she's been ready to say. "i didn't grow up around here. i moved a lot—military family. never stayed anywhere long enough to feel like it was mine. maybe that's why this," she lifts their joined hands slightly, "feels so different. like i finally belong somewhere. with someone." there's a pause, a glance down, and then back up at ellis with a quiet kind of pride. "i work with kids everyday after work. art therapy. i teach them to express what they don't have words for. it's messy and chaotic and sometimes heartbreaking—but it's also the most beautiful thing i've ever done. other than this. other than you." her voice trails off at the end, like she hadn't meant to say it out loud, but doesn't regret it for a second. "your turn again," she adds after a moment, lips curving. "deep fear or favorite snack. i'll take either or both."

it's strange how usually ellis would have already run away, half from fear, half from embarrassment at how quickly she's spilling everything about her life to a woman she's just met. but instead, laurel just moves closer and she feels her entire body relax, like no matter what she does or says - she'll be safe. chuckling softly, she feels her cheeks heat up ever so slightly. "you're too sweet. but believe me, sometimes i can ramble for a while. you're welcome to try and stop me." finds herself playfully replying, before she focuses her gaze back on the blonde as she speaks, desperately curious to know.

the way she talks about this entire thing - that ellis would have called crazy and impossible just a while ago - with such certainty and simplicity allows the brunette to understand it better. it's not about big gestures and declarations, but it's just simple. no awkward first dates, no finding out that someone is very different from what you expected just - trust. and she's so not used to it that it tingles in her nerves where laurel plays with her fingers. "that's a lovely description. i get it. it feels like something i've been holding onto so tightly in there." motions to her chest. "has just opened when i saw you. like i didn't have to try." she allows herself to grin, leaning into the soft touch as laurel encourages her to keep talking. "i'm not sure of where to start. you don't know anything about me, and i about you. it feels almost wrong trying small talk, you know? i feel like i should be telling you my deepest fears and biggest joys already." she says, shaking her head. "but maybe i'll start simple. i've lived my whole life around here, with my parents and my brother, owen. he's like - a whole other level of genius. i don't even come close." admits, biting her lip as she pushes the feeling away. "he works in the medical field too. but he's a researcher. he's always been my example." she smiles, gently stroking laurel's fingers as she looks up. "now tell me a bit about you."

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julian took the glass carefully, fingertips brushing against hers for a split second—barely a touch, but enough to feel like something shifted in the air between them. he looked at her then, really looked, and for once didn't let the silence stretch too long. "i wasn't sure either," he admitted, voice low but honest. "but i figured… i've done enough hiding for one lifetime." he took a sip, gaze lingering on her over the rim of the glass. this wasn't comfort. not yet. but it wasn't ice either, and that felt like progress. "besides," he added after a beat, "you're not the type to waste good wine. figured if there was a second glass, it was an invitation i shouldn't ignore."

Evelyn was gratified to hear him come back. Truthfully, she wasn't sure if he'd hide in his room the rest of the evening after what she'd said - much like he'd hidden throughout the years that they'd been married already.

But it was clear that he was making some sort of effort.

She thinks it's an odd phrasing - doesn't take her wine any particular way (and doesn't make the connection to her own thought), but also doesn't say so out loud.

Evelyn does, however, roll herself forward and pour the second glass of wine, gesturing for him to take it.

"I wasn't sure you would come join me."

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Kameron doesn't need to know the sign—he feels it in every part of her.

The way her pace shifts, messy and urgent, the way her body trembles in his grip—it all tells him exactly where she is. His hand digs into her ass, guiding her through it as her hips stutter and she tightens around him, clenching hard enough to make his head spin.

"Fuck," he mutters, voice wrecked, strained, the sound tearing from his throat as she pulses around him. The way she comes—riding it out even through the twitch of overstimulation, her mouth on his jaw, biting at his skin—pushes him right to the edge.

His hands slide up her back, dragging her flush against his chest as he starts thrusting up into her again, harder now, rougher, losing the last of his control. She's still moving, still grinding, and the feel of her—wet, spent, still giving—has him right there.

One hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to kiss her again—sloppy and deep and all heat—as his hips snap up one last time.

And then he breaks.

A harsh groan against her mouth, his cock throbbing inside her as he spills deep, grip tight, breath ragged. His entire body locks beneath hers, hips twitching through every pulse until there's nothing left but the crash of their breathing and the way they're still clinging to each other like the storm hasn't stopped raging around them.

Oh, that helps a lot. It's easier for Poppy to find her rhyhtm with his hand on her ass, encouraging her to move and take him deeply. It also helps her realise how to move to grind her clit against him, to ensure she gets that full experience.

Then, though, his own thrusts slow - but he growls that order, and Poppy feels a thrill go up her spine. It takes her a second to get her rhythm back without him setting the pace, but before long she's riding him earnestly, grinding against him as the heat builds in her core.

<Close.> She signs one-handed - futile, since he can't understand her, but Poppy thinks he'll get the idea anyway with the way her rhythm falters and turns sloppy as she chases her orgasm.

It doesn't take much longer before she's tipping over the edge again, head thrown back and pussy clenching around his cock. It's never felt like this before, not even when he made her cum around his fingers - and Poppy knows it's not quite over yet, because he still hasn't cum at all.

Her mouth falls back to his jaw, panting against his skin as she kisses and nips the skin there, hips still moving even through the aftershocks of overstimulation.

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Sora gave a small smile at that, subtle but real, the kind that didn't reach her lips often anymore. "Alright," she said softly, a bit of tension slipping from her shoulders. "We'll keep it easy. No weird energy, no expectations—just lunch." She reached for her mug again, taking a small sip before glancing over. "It'll be good to just… be around each other without everything feeling so heavy." Her voice trailed off a little near the end, but she didn't take it back. Instead, she let the quiet settle, comfortable this time, like maybe—just maybe—they were starting to find a rhythm again.

"I hate that people feel the need to control others and make them feel like they are less than." Rosemary said as she would never understand why people wanted to have power over others. Maybe she was just naive and more kind than most other people on the planet. "But you're right, I needed to make sure that I was safe." Rosemary said as her safety was important. She knew a lot of people would be upset if something happened, and likely that included Sora. She nodded her head at Sora's words. "Lunch does seem like a nice idea."

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joonie's halfway to another joke when she grabs his hand, and it stops him cold—in the best way. his fingers curl around hers easily, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and he shoots her a quick grin, voice softer now. "okay, okay. you win. amazing date status: officially unlocked." when she asks if there's far to go, he glances ahead and slows his pace. "actually," he says, nodding toward the tucked-away gate just ahead, "we're here." they step through to a quiet rooftop garden, hidden above the street. fairy lights strung across the space cast a warm, golden glow over mismatched chairs and winding vines. the hum of the city fades beneath them, replaced by stillness. joonie looks over at her, a flicker of nerves behind his easy tone. "not bad for a maybe-date, right?"

“if i believe in you 100 percent, i’ll only be disappointed if this isn’t entirely perfect, right? really i’m just giving you room for error!” though, maybe she doesn’t need to. joonie has always been the perfect friend to her. listened to her woes. actually spent time with her in a way that feels like he genuinely cares. it’s so easy for her to let him in to her life and maybe, though she wouldn’t admit it now, she’s come to wish someone more like him (or just him) was sat opposite her at all the awful dates she’s been on. she can tell there’s a softness to his voice but can’t immediately pick up why. before she can think about it too hard, he offers a teasing remark that has her rolling her eyes. “oh — shut up, i am so ready for this amazing date!” she even grasps his hand with one of her own, lacing their fingers together. if they’re going to do this then they’re going to do this properly. that means going to the effort of acting like this isn’t just another occasion where they’re spending time together. it has to feel a little more than that and being bold and just grabbing for his hand is how she decides to do it. “do we have far to go?”

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kam sat with that — really sat with it. his fingers laced together in front of him, thumbs brushing back and forth like a quiet metronome. he nodded slowly, not as a performance, but because vee's words settled somewhere that made sense. they weren't just sharp; they were measured.

"you're right," he said plainly. "consistency matters. anyone can show up once — it's who keeps showing up that tells you what they're really about." his gaze met hers, steady, a flicker of respect in the way his tone softened but didn't shrink. "and yeah, grace shouldn't be cheap. i think sometimes we confuse being welcoming with being careless. like we're so eager to grow the circle that we forget to ask why someone's stepping into it in the first place."

a breath, short and thoughtful. "what you said about responsibility? that hit. grace is responsibility. to the people doing the work, to the communities holding the weight. if someone wants in, they should know that it's not just a vibe — it's a commitment." he let a small smile rise, not smug, just mutual. "you're not gatekeeping, vee. you're just making sure the door doesn't swing open without a reason. and honestly? we need that."

vee tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she studied him as her fingers tapped against the armrest. “see, that’s the thing,” she said. “i get what you’re saying and where you're comin' from ⸻ i really do. growth doesn’t show up with a timestamp. people stumble into awareness all the time. like some of the loudest voices we’ve got now used to whisper the wrong things. i’m not asking for perfection.” she paused, brow arching just slightly. “but i am asking for consistency. for accountability. for a little less applause at the entrance and a little more attention to who’s still standing when the lights come up.”

vee leaned forward just enough, like she was setting the weight of her words between them. “but grace isn’t just about being kind ⸻ it’s about being responsible. like, you don’t hand out second chances like they're flyers just 'cause someone says the right phrase in a tweet. curiosity’s cute and all, but curiosity without follow-through is a trend. and we’ve seen what happens when folks treat our lives like temporary interests.”

she smiled. "but yeah… i hear you too. it’s not all or nothing. and i’m not trying to gatekeep the movement. i just think if we’re gonna let folks in, we gotta be real about what we’re inviting them into.”

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covid is killing me, im going back to bed. but if you're waiting for a reply and been waiting a few days, i have all my queued post from the past like 5 days going out soon. i'll try to get to the drafts i accumulated today at some point tomorrow.

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NORMANI for ELLE

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joonie's breath hitched, the smallest sound catching in his throat as her words landed—soft, but heavy in all the ways that mattered. his eyes closed for a second, like he needed a beat just to hold it, to believe it. "then don't let go," he said, barely more than a whisper. "just for tonight… stay. we can figure the rest out later."

whatever fight she had within her to stop them falling back into this was crumbling. quick and fast when she saw the sad smile, heard him tremble and had to fight against reaching out for him. “ joonie… ” she started and let herself move closer to him, which was far from the right move and pushed him out of the direction she had thought this conversation should have gone. finally, despite all her better instincts, she spoke, “ i don’t think I’m ready for that either. ”

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honestly i need writing partners i can give random starters to and make private muses for

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mari didn't move at first—just watched sunhee take over, catching the way her arm twitched from the effort. "we really were too ambitious, huh?" she murmured, stepping back just enough to lean against the counter, arms crossed loosely in front of her. her voice softened. "i mean... it is kind of fun. kinda chaotic. very on-brand for us." a beat passed before she added with a smirk, "but if you say the word, i'll grab my phone and order enough takeout to feed a small army. no shame. we can pretend we made it all and just dirty a few more dishes for effect."

"I'll be ok. Go rest for a while." Sunhee took over, her arm also beginning to ache from the nonstop stirring she had to do as letting the sauce settle would make it lumpy. Their idea to make everything from scratch was turning out to be a really stupid idea, and they weren't even halfway through despite the hour of work they'd done. "...would takeout be better? I thought this would be more fun."

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Temperance shivers when Billie's teeth graze their earlobe, a quiet, breathless sound escaping before they can catch it. The sensation, the closeness, the way Billie moves them with such deliberate ease—it all leaves their head spinning just enough to make the room feel smaller, warmer, more alive.

They don't answer right away, caught in the gravity of that next kiss—how easily it fits, how right it feels pressed between them like this has always been waiting just beneath the surface.

When Billie's fingers pause at their buttons, when her voice drops low like that, Temperance looks up—eyes clear despite the haze of want. There's something about being asked like this that grounds them, that makes them feel held before they're even touched.

A slow smile curls at their lips, equal parts fond and hungry. "You've got free reign," they murmur, one hand lifting to brush a thumb along Billie's jaw. "Just don't be surprised if I stop letting you do all the work."

"The full feature, huh?" Billie teases, shifting to be able to catch Temperance's earlobe between her teeth - the regular, blunt ones. She backs the other towards the bed gently, but doesn't let them go just yet. She's enjoying having the other close - feeling the hitch of their breath.

"In that case, baby, you better just lie back and relax. Let me do all the work, hm?" Billie draws the other into another kiss - it already feels so natural between them, like this is simply the natural evolution of their relationship rather than any sort of hard-turn change.

Cool fingers go to the buttons of Temperance' top - though here, Billie pauses just a moment.

"Is anything off-limits, baby? Or do I get free reign to make you feel good?" Not, of course, that free reign didn't mean that Temperance could say no later - but Billie was big on knowing boundaries.

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izzy didn't say anything right away, just let the words settle between them like something fragile, her expression softening as jenny offered that rare glimpse past the surface. "hey," she said eventually, voice quiet but steady, "for what it's worth, i think your dads hit the jackpot too." she nudged jenny's arm lightly, like she was trying to keep it from getting too heavy. then, with a crooked grin, she nodded at the pizza. "honestly? i fully support superhero logic. pineapple pizza as a weapon against evil germs? groundbreaking." her eyes flicked toward the hallway. "but yeah, might wanna save the speech. toddlers are way easier to impress than me."

"i just ... i guess i'm just holding out hope. in the end, the best thing that happened to me was finding my dads. but, not everyone is as shitty as daisy sennett. or whatever her last name is these days." she offered izzy a glimpse into the deeper part of her psyche; definitely not something that jenny did often. but she appreciated that the other blonde was down with the things she threw at her. with a little giggle, jennt nodded her head. "exactly. vitamin c. fighting off, uh, cold and flu season? actually, i think eating pineapple pizza is sort of like being a superhero. and the super villains are bacteria." she wiggled her eyebrows. "or should i be saving that speech for when the kid wakes up?"

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!) send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ tie ] sender slowly binds receiver’s wrists with a silk ribbon, letting their fingers linger

[ control ] sender orders receiver to sit still while they undress them slowly, deliberately

[ tease ] sender brushes their lips along receiver’s ear, whispering instructions they expect to be followed

[ edge ] sender brings receiver to the edge of pleasure, only to pull away with a knowing smirk

[ obey ] receiver lowers their gaze and follows sender’s every instruction with aching anticipation

[ kneel ] sender hooks a finger under receiver’s chin and commands them to kneel

[ silence ] sender presses a finger to receiver’s lips, telling them to stay quiet no matter what happens next

[ restraint ] sender cuffs receiver’s hands above their head, kissing them like a promise before taking control

[ leash ] sender clips a soft collar and leash around receiver’s neck, guiding them where they want them

[ possess ] sender grips receiver’s waist, marking them with bruising kisses and muttered claims

[ command ] sender whispers something filthy into receiver’s ear and waits for them to follow through

[ bend ] sender places their hands on receiver’s shoulders and pushes them down, demanding obedience

[ mark ] sender leaves lipstick stains, bite marks, or scratches as proof of where they’ve been

[ punish ] receiver breaks a rule — sender smirks and says, “you know what that means”

[ slow ] sender pins receiver down and takes their time, making them feel everything

[ praise ] sender murmurs praise in between kisses, rewarding receiver for being so good

[ watch ] sender tells receiver not to touch. they’re just meant to watch this time

[ overstim ] receiver begs for a break, but sender keeps going, voice low and soothing

[ beg ] sender makes receiver say exactly what they want before giving in

[ trade ] sender offers a kiss or a touch for each honest confession receiver gives

[ game ] sender rolls a pair of dice or draws a card — whatever it lands on, receiver has to do

[ mirror ] sender makes receiver watch themselves while they're being touched

[ reward ] after good behavior, sender finally lets receiver have what they want most

[ ruin ] sender kisses them until they’re breathless, then pulls back just before release

[ challenge ] sender dares receiver to keep quiet, despite everything they’re about to do

[ blindfold ] sender covers receiver’s eyes and lets anticipation do the rest

[ grip ] sender wraps a hand around the back of receiver’s neck, voice dark with intent

[ mess ] sender promises to ruin receiver and follows through

[ lap ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, locking them in place with an arm around their waist

[ hush ] sender whispers, “quiet now,” against receiver’s skin while slowly dragging a hand down their chest

[ teaseback ] receiver turns the tables, grabbing sender by the hips and taking control

[ edgeplay ] sender toys with the line between too much and not enough, until receiver’s begging