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i might take a break from here for a little bit. everything that transpired today triggered me bad, and it was extremely disappointing to be apart of it when i didn’t ask to be. especially when all i do here is mind my business and write with my friends, my mutuals, and anyone else that wants to write with me. i will also be blocking anyone that had anything to do with it and turning off the anon function for my own peace of mind. ✌🏼

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to the person that just sent me an anon: i am not publicly discussing anything that has to do with that person considering we share a complicated history. if you want to know anything, please just come to me off anonymous.

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open to: w & nb, 25+ muse: noelle levine. 32. she/her. lesbian. fbi agent. portrayed by melissa roxburgh. connection: fbi agent x criminal plot: after months and months of trying, noelle finally successfully catches and arrests y/m, someone on the FBI's most wanted list. and now that they're in an interrogation room together, the tension between them is palpable and too obvious. the reason why y/m was on the run is up to you!

Noelle leaned against the door frame to the interrogation room, her arms folded neatly across her chest, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make a point. They were finally on her turf, and for once, not the one vanishing into the shadows. No cuffs could kill the obvious smirk tugging at their mouth, but the look in their eyes told her exactly what she needed to know. "Long time coming," she finally said to break the silence. Her heels echoed against the tile floor once as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. "You always did like making me work for it." She pulled out the chair across from them where they were sitting at the table with one hand, but she didn't sit just yet. "You know, some agents would've killed to be the one to finally get to you. Me? I just wanted the conversation."

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Jamie huffed a dramatic sigh, watching as Savannah darted past the both of them, her tiny pigtails bouncing with every step she made. "That girl's a handful, I swear," he muttered with half-hearted defeat, his eyes trailing after her before sliding back to the teacher with a grin, then back over to his daughter. "Savannah," he called out to the toddler, "Jacket doesn't teleport itself, baby girl." Predictably, she didn't even glance back. Just kept mumbling to herself about the shape of clouds and something else he couldn't quite make out. Jamie shook his head, clearly amused, then turned back to Estefanía again, only to catch the way her fingers so carefully folded the jacket. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, suddenly aware of how sweaty one of them was from holding the steering wheel too tight earlier. "Alright, alright. I'll take my villain title with pride," he said, stepping in a little closer, his voice laced with teasing. "But you gotta admit, I'm not bad at making an exit. Glitter, chaos, and one very happy escapee." Then, with a slight tilt of his head, Jamie added a little more quietly, "Besides... I think you kinda like when I show up early."

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Stefi felt her face warm, the kind of warmth that always betrayed her, even when she tried to hide behind a laugh. She busied her hands with the glitter-crusted scissors on the art table, pretending to tidy up. "Well," she began, voice lilting with faux indignation, "magic is part of the curriculum. Right between nap time and snack." She brushed another curl from her cheek, eyes darting to his for a beat before returning to the table strewn with paper scraps. "And don’t think flattery’s going to get you a popsicle. Those are earned." Jamie’s daughter darted past her, little sneakers squeaking on the tile, and went straight for the cubbies. Stefi followed her with her gaze, a fond smile tugging at her lips as the girl wrestled her jacket free and left it on the floor anyway. "Mm-hm, villain behavior confirmed," Stefi teased, picking up the abandoned jacket and giving it a quick shake before hanging it over her arm, folded gently. "Stealing my star pupil and leaving a mess behind."

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He still refused to look at her, especially when she brought up that stupid nickname again, and then again when she slid herself on top of his desk like they hadn't already crossed every damn line. Almost as if she wasn't making it harder for him to pretend last night was a blackout mistake — one he never planned on repeating. "Just because I didn't say anything before doesn't mean I liked it," he said flatly, barely letting his eyes move in her direction. "You call me that again, and you're fired." Cameron continued tapping away at his iPad like a man trying to keep his composure from unraveling. Focus, Steele. Just focus. She's trying to bait you… Again. When Leah opened her binder like everything was normal, like they were normal, his jaw tightened in annoyance. His gaze finally lifted slowly, as if it physically pained him to look at her. "You're really gonna sit there and act like nothing happened? That's cute. Real committed to the bit." Cameron then leaned back in his chair, arms folding tightly across his chest. "I'm fine. Just tired of people confusing sex with significance." With a shrug of his shoulders, the quarterback finally paused the footage on the screen, his eyes practically burning daggers into his assistant. "Prep all you want, Leah. None of that changes the fact that what happened was a mistake. One I don't plan on repeating."

when he pulls away from her, leah expected this reaction from him.. he was living in that state of denial. she been around him long enough to be able to pick up on his social cues, how he thinks being snappy and short-ended with her would make last night any less real. maybe to anyone else, the way he reacted would send them over the edge -- especially when that night it was like he couldn't get enough of her.. like he was a starved man, but not leah. not when she could tell that he wanted another taste of her, maybe this time it would just be the two of them. "you hate it, but you don't hate when i call you it." or maybe he does, but at least he never made too much of a fuss, not until now. lips wraps around her own cup, taking a sip. moving aside a few things on his desk before sliding herself on top. "i am prepped for it, are you?" brow quirks, opening up her perfectly organized binder with the agenda they had -- followed by the following questions that could possibly come up. "you seem a little distracted today, are you okay?" concern rises in her voice, almost sticking her palms out to feel the temperature of his forehead, however, she refrains herself; she didn't want to cause his blood pressure to rise up even more that it has.

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She scoffed at his words as she leaned down and searched for her shirt on the floor, then quickly tugging it back over her head with an annoyed grumble when she found it. "Don't flatter yourself. The last thing I expected was breakfast in bed, especially from you." Camila's eyes cut toward him then, her expression unwavering. "Trust me, I don't confuse reckless sex with romance. We both know you don't have it in you." She peeled away the sheets from her body before slowly standing up, dragging the rest of her clothes off the floor, piecing herself back together. "Maybe I am always here. Maybe I crash more nights than I should. But don't act like I'm the problem just because your roommate actually gives a shit about me. Or because it's easier for you to hate me than admit you never could." Camila's voice cracked just slightly at the end, but she masked it with a tired laugh, brushing her fingers through her tangled hair. "You didn't say it was all me, no. But you sure as hell made it sound like I threw myself at you." She let a moment of silence hang between them for a minute, refusing to look anywhere but at the mistake she made last night. "So what do we do now? I don't know, Robert. But pretending this never happened isn't gonna work."

a deep sigh escapes his lips, hand running through his locks as she drags the covers with her. digits rubs the sleep out of his eyes, his body felt exhausted -- how hard were they going last night? it was still all a hazy blur, one that he isn't even sure he wants to remember fully. yet every time he closes his eyes, bits and pieces of the previous night floods through his mind. "what? you expect me to wake you up to breakfast in bed or something? i'm not your boyfriend." and sure as hell, robert was sure his boyfriend wouldn't do that for her either, but he bit back that comment, not wanting to piss her off even more while they try to go about what the hell just occurred. scoff escapes his lips, "i made your life a living hell? you're the one that's always here. . . like you don't have a place of your own or something." the palm of his hand drags down his features, holding back a yawn. "did i say that it was all you? i just said what the hell are we going to do?"

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Jamie leaned back slightly in his chair, calm in a way that only made the tension thicker. All he could do was roll his eyes at Hayden's insistence. "You're right, maybe I didn't chase you." His eyes met Hayden's then, his gaze unwavering. "Because by the time you walked out, I'd finally stopped mistaking your chaos for love." He glanced at the drink in Hayden's hand, then back at him with a quiet shrug. "And if you're planning to make an exit tonight, too, don't worry... I won't stop you this time, either."

"you would remember it that way. you would." with a shake of his head, it took all the willpower in hayden's body not to laugh in his ex's face. he had never been very good at taking the blame & in his own eyes, he had done nothing wrong. "i don't exactly recall you chasing after me. i didn't leave so much as you let me go." taking another swig of his drink, with another condescending shake of his head, the glass gave a loud clank as it lowered to the meticulously decorated table. "you practically handed me my bag, fully packed. you could not get me out of your hair fast enough and i'm dead certain the same will happen by the end of tonight."

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Jamie's grip tightened when Theo pulled him closer, like he needed that tether, like letting go for even a second would snap whatever fragile thread was keeping him together. His heart was beating too fast, his head was spinning. And then when Theo told him to use his words, suddenly all the air left Jamie's lungs. The trainer let his forehead rest against Theo's, his breath catching in the space between them as he whispered, "I want it." A moment of silence followed. It wasn't long, but it was enough to make him feel it all the way down. "I want you," he responded quickly. It didn't sound confident; it wasn't meant to. It came out raw, desperately cracking at the edges like it had been sitting in his chest for weeks, waiting to claw its way out. He wasn't sure when this stopped being about sneaking around and started being about him. But it was, now. And he wasn't about to lie about that.

Theo's hands went for Jamie's as he pulled him in — not to push him away, but to grab back, to beckon them to his hips and pull him even closer. Each time he saw Jamie, he knew his lips would end up on his own, everything and everyone else in his reality hazy as his senses were captivated by his personal trainer. "Use your words," he asked, the utterance of a curse simply not enough, but it'd do for now, giving him the okay to move along. "Tell me you want this." His body, him, it didn't matter... he just wanted to hear it from his lips, and he didn't care how pathetic the request was as it passed his own. He pulled away only for his words to be less of a mumble, eyes immediately blinking up and on him like he had him completely at his mercy.

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A soft laugh escaped before she could stop it, laced with a hint of disbelief. "Oat milk and cinnamon," she repeated, her voice lilting with mock horror. "God, the rebellion. What's next? Flavored sparkling water? A yoga retreat?" Sienna tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly as if inspecting a crack in a once immovable facade. Gabriel always had a way of getting under her skin, and worse... He knew it. "You say evolved, but I'm hearing gentrified." The smile that followed was faint, tugging at the corners of her lips. "Still dramatic as hell, though. Some things don't change." She stepped around him like it was nothing, but there was a glint in her eyes over her shoulder when she added, "Don't think cinnamon makes you dangerous, Gabe. I remember the guy who flinched at hot sauce."

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Gabriel arched a brow and mirrored her stance. Sienna had always been correct: she had excellent taste, and so he had developed a habit of following it. "You'd be surprised," he said, leaning just enough to invade her space. "I’ve evolved in small ways. You wouldn’t believe what I put in my coffee these days. Terrible things. Oat milk," he added, with a small flourish of the plastic spoon, "and sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly radical, cinnamon. I've become reckless since you last audited my pantry."

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Stevie knew Aaliyah wasn't just hurting, she was unraveling in ways she never wanted to be the cause of. They used to be Aaliyah's safe place, their calm in the chaos, but now they were the storm. "I never wanted to be something you had to get over," Stevie whispered softly, her voice tightening just slightly. "But I can't be what breaks you, either." She hated the way it felt — loving her still, wanting to go back, and knowing she couldn't. Not without dragging them both through the fire again.

⋆˙⟡ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘. // @wcrstbehavior

and stevie was right. she tried to constantly remind herself of that. aaliyah was better than that. she never let anyone lose herself and yet ? losing stevie made her do that. " if im alone, you're all i think about. and you know what they say : in order to get over someone, you got to be under someone." a dry, sad laugh left her lips. " i want to get over you, stevie. i can't keep living life knowing i can never have you back?"

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heads up: i will be dropping any threads i have with sydney sweeney FCs and she's now been added to my banned list. i'm just super uncomfortable with her now after everything recently, and i'd rather not write against her face. if we had a thread together and you'd like to start something new or even just use an alternate FC, feel free to reach out and we can figure something out!

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"Oh, so I'm supposed to applaud you for dry humping your way through a favor? You want a gold star for almost cheating?" Armani scoffed, her tone wounded pride wrapped in sarcasm. "I didn't ask you to do that, Dante. That was your call. So don't act like you took a bullet for me when you were the one who pulled the trigger."

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Zion smirked, heading toward the kitchen with that easy swagger she'd come to know. "So you are self-aware. That's even more dangerous." He glanced at Aidan over his shoulder, shaking his head in amusement. "Guest or not, you're lucky I like you, otherwise I'd hand you a cutting board and tell you to earn your plate." Opening the fridge, he shot her a quick look. "But since you're here, in my space, using my charm against me... I guess I'll cook." Then with a half grin, he added teasingly, "Just don't start thinking I'm soft. This chef act? Limited time offer, baby."

" of course i am. how else do you think i've been getting my way? if i don't point it out, it would all be for nothing." she my have falling for zion but she loved that they had a playful demeanor. it's what she needed when it came to her hectic, crazy life; or the late nights in the recording studio with an artist that had hired her, or working on final edits because perfection is what aidan strived for. his words made her smile. " good." even if there was another woman, or someone else, aidan didn't exactly know how she would react or what she would say. they weren't official, technically. " you're cooking, duh. i am simply a guest, z. and im sure that you wouldn't let the guests be the one to cook."

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Jamie was still trying to catch up to the feeling of Ripley's lips brushing against his, like they were testing the weight of it, testing him. His heart tripped over itself, warmth blooming in his chest in that slow, steady way it always did with them. But this time, it was different. It wasn't just a touch or a shared look or some quiet moment between roommates-turned-something-more. It was them, choosing this. Choosing him. He let out a small breath, barely realizing he'd been holding it, and tilted his head just enough to nudge their noses together as his thumb brushed the back of their hand in a reassuring manner. "Yeah... It's more than okay." It wasn't loud or dramatic or over the top, but it was honest. And in a way, it felt like the most important thing he'd said in a long time. He didn't need to overexplain it, Ripley had already heard everything that mattered. Still, Jamie let his forehead rest against theirs a second longer, his free hand coming up to gently curve around the side of their neck. "We'll figure it out as we go. Doesn't have to be perfect." He pulled back just enough to see their face again, the way they were looking at him like he might disappear if they blinked too hard. "I'm glad I met you, too, Rip. I don't think I've ever wanted something like this... Like us, this bad before." He smiled then, before leaning in and pressing the lightest kiss to the corner of their mouth. "You're stuck with me now."

"o—okay." his hand on theirs did everything to help ripley. made them feel grounded in the moment, allowed them to listen to jamie's words even if the blood rushed through their ears. then he said it, that he liked them too. they laughed despite themself — a light, nervous thing that maybe revealed more than they intended. couldn't believe that he'd actually said it back, that this was mutual. that they were sitting in something real and right and apparently made to be, and not something they'd made up in their head and was content to keep secret. their smile was nervous and giddy at the same time, dark eyes flitting between where they were squeezing jamie's hand back and then up to his face, so close where he'd pressed their foreheads together. "i don't know if i've ever done this properly before, not really." not as ripley, as who they really were, without the expectations of other people weighing them down. that was the thing about jamie. there was never a doubt that he wanted them, for them. "i'm glad i met you. that we moved in together. that you want me like i want you." their smile was nervous, words tinted with a small shake. but they pushed through, for him. for them both. leaned forward to brush their lips together, a soft, feather light gesture that made their throat scratchy with emotion. "i wanna do this. us. if that's okay?"

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Cameron let out a quiet, guttural sound from the back of his throat, something caught between a growl and a groan when Toby's nails raked up his back. He arched into it, into her, like her touch alone had branded him. His muscles tensed beneath her hands, heat pulsing off him as he dragged his mouth away just long enough to look down at her; completely wrecked and impossibly turned on. "Fuck, Toby," he muttered under his breath, watching the way she opened up for him like a dream. She was gorgeous, and she had no idea how much power she had over him in that moment. Or maybe she did, because that grin said everything. "You think I'm gonna let something like that get in my way?" He rasped, his hands sliding down, fingers curving around the waistband. "Baby, I've played through broken bones and torn ligaments." Then without hesitation, he tore the pantyhose apart with ease. The sound was violent and delicious. One sharp tug and the thin fabric gave way under his fingers like it'd been begging to be destroyed. "There," he said, voice dripping with satisfaction, gaze locked on hers as he tossed the ruined material to the floor. "Now nothing's stoppin' me." Cam's hands found Toby's thighs again, spreading them wide, and grounding himself between them with a low hiss as her body cradled him just right. His head dropped, lips tracing up her inner thigh in a slow and possessive manner. "You don't gotta wait anymore, baby," he murmured softly just as he felt her fingers tangled in his hair. "I'm all yours."

toby watched in awe as cameron pulled off his shirt, that dangerous laugh lighting up a fire in her gut. felt herself stir in her underwear just from that, her dick beginning to press up where she'd tucked it safe. "i always finish, cam, what are you implying?" didn't even get to continue her teasing before he was kissing her harsh, all the air in her lungs whooshing out from the way his lips devoured hers. felt her head spin and roll, moaning into his mouth as he grinded down against her, the heat of him hard and present between her legs. "yeah, show it to me. show me how big and strong you are," she breathed in reply, nipping at his bottom lip, her nails scratching up his back enough to leave gentle marks. toby lifted her hips up to allow him to push her skirt up completely, to expose her legs, letting her thighs spread wide. "you can't possibly do anything with my pantyhose stopping you though, right?" she said it as faux-casually as she could, emphasizing it with a roll of her hips up to his. toby grinned knowingly, an edge of danger sitting at the corner of her lips, her fingers slipping through his golden locks to scratch at cam's scalp. "surely you can do something about it? can't keep a girl waiting, right?"

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It was getting harder and harder to pretend this wasn't spiraling. Holly had seen the way Gavin had started needing her more. Not just in the dark corners or after-hours moments; they'd blown past that line weeks ago. Now he was keeping her close just to have her near, like proximity alone did something for him. She caught it in the way he lingered in his office after everyone had gone home, how he asked her to work late, how he filled the silence with bullshit excuses that neither of them really believed. It just wasn't subtle anymore. And the worst part? She didn't want subtle. She wanted this and wanted him. Even if it was reckless, even if the gold band still sat on his finger, even if his wife's name still shared his mailbox. It didn't matter once that door clicked shut. The tension had thickened the second she walked in. Gavin might've still been in his chair, still all dressed up in control and power, but the moment his eyes met hers, Holly felt it shift. She didn't respond, at least not out loud. Her boss's fingers were already sliding under the hem of her skirt and she wasn't stopping him anytime soon. The words he spoke were quiet and coaxing — he'd said something about tonight, about a hotel she liked, about making it up to her. But she could barely focus on the promise when his hands were already making a mess of her resolve now. The assistant let herself be pulled in, breath hitching just enough to give her away as she stepped between his knees. She wasn't stupid, she knew what this was. Knew that outside this office, he belonged to someone else, even if the title meant nothing anymore. But right here, right now, he was hers and and she was his completely. "Then stop talking, and show me."

gavin had found himself needing to have her closer, no matter what the cost was - and that was the scariest part of it all. he'd found himself staying at work later, bringing her back to his place when it was empty, even calling her into his office to have to her sit there and work. it was a dangerous game for him to be playing, especially since to the world he was legally married. it was a label that neither him nor his wife had thought much about, but it was something - a piece of paper, a title that couldn't just be ignored. ❝ maybe? ❞ he questioned, a smirk on his features as he sat up a little straighter, bringing himself closer to her as he let his fingers run up underneath of her skirt. ❝ and if i told you that i'm going to make it up to you tonight? that i got us a room at that hotel that you like so much, and that i'll make sure that every last inch of you is perfectly taken care of? ❞ it was a subtle shift as he pulled her to stand between his legs, still looking up at the girl. he knew it was just a gesture, that really it was only words unless he could actually act upon it. ❝ but when you walk in looking like this, i'm having a hard time thinking about tonight, and i can only focus on what i want to do to you right now. ❞ 

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Jelani liked how quick she was with it with that sharp tongue, her smooth delivery, and that smile like she already knew he was hooked. He could admit it to himself now, the second his neighbor stepped into his apartment with those baked goods and that self-assured smirk, she had him curious. Now? Now she had him caught. His biceps automatically flexed under Cora's fingers, like even his muscles were responding to her touch. Her lips brushed against his again with every word, and he swore she was doing it on purpose. No, he knew she was doing it on purpose. And still, he didn't pull back. Wasn't even planning on trying. His smirk deepened, like he had all the time in the world. But behind it, there was a tension simmering in his chest that he wasn't bothering to hide anymore. "I'm always up for the task," Jelani countered, one hand moving from the counter to slide along her thigh, his thumb brushing slow circles near the hem of her skirt. "But I don't half-ass anything. If I'm in, I'm all the way in." His other hand moved to her waist, fingers curving against the dip of it like he was learning the shape of her. "And don't worry about the coffee." He paused for a second and leaned in, lips teasingly ghosting against Cora's jawline before whispering, "I've got more than enough energy to burn." Then, finally, he kissed her. It was a quiet claim wrapped in soft pressure and heat, one that said he wasn't playing around anymore.

this wasn't at all what cora had planned for the day, she thought she'd come over, introduce herself, drop off the baked good and leave - it was supposed to be simple. cut and dry, and she'd be off with her day. but how was she supposed to know that her new neighbor would answer the door, sweaty and shirtless? invite her inside and end up standing between her legs, bracketing her in on the counter? seriously, there was no way for her to ever know that would happen. it wasn't something the girl was upset about at all, but she couldn't help the way the butterflies came to her stomach as he got closer.

she'd caught the way his gaze flickered, moving between her lips and her gaze and she had to smile, one brow raising as he spoke. was she worth the risk? cora found herself holding her breath as he got closer, though he still hadn't closed the distance, and while it was infuriating, she was impressed to. it had seemed this was a game they were both good at, maybe too good at, stubborn and determined. at the question, she rivaled his smirk, her chin raising as every word she said only caused her lips to brush against his. ❝ i've never been a girl to kiss and tell, so you'll just have to find out for yourself. that is, if you're up for the task. ❞ cora easily replied, her hand moving up, resting against his bicep as she let her fingers splay along the toned muscle. ❝ i know you've got a lot going on here, with the boxes, and lack of iced coffee and all.. ❞