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[wcrstbehavior]

closed to → @pcpulr featuring cameron steele // based on this

It was the end of the season; a humiliating loss against the Browns in week eighteen that had cemented their losing record and killed any hope of the playoffs (even though that already happened weeks ago). Cameron threw his gear bag into the corner of the kitchen as he walked in through the garage door (not without making sure to slam it shut), the heavy thud punctuating his arrival, and turned his dark, searching eyes toward his partner. They were already there, standing in the kitchen, waiting with a quiet stillness that only made Cameron's blood boil faster. He didn't want comfort, he wanted a fight like he always did. But the fighting only got much worse between them this season because of so many setbacks, his mid-season injury, and some players not doing their part to help win more games. Finally, he closed the distance between them in a few heavy strides, invading their space until he could see his own frantic reflection in their eyes. "Don't just stand there looking at me like you feel sorry for me," Cameron spat as he folded his arms over his chest, a defense mechanism of his. "I don't want to hear what you have to say because I know it's going to be the same bullshit like it always is."

[dirtyauthority]

closed starter for @pcpulr

“alright, alright… i’m up,” adonis groaned, body still heavy from the night before. he shifted a little, still trying to catch up with reality. he definitely had a few too many last night, and somewhere in the middle of it, he’d asked emery for a ride. crashing on her couch. it was closer than making her take him all the way home. he was looking up at her, trying to piece the rest of it together. “thanks again for letting me crash here,” he added, voice thick and groggy. there was a pause, like something was already bothering him. “did i say anything stupid last night?” he asked, getting it out of the way early, dragging a hand over his face.

[heavenstrvck]

for @pcpulr || continued from here || madelyn & ellis

she couldn't believe that it had only been a few months since that night, since everything had come tumbling down in the best possible way. it was almost too easy - going from roommates and best friends to sharing one bed, one room and touching each other this way. ellis grinned against madelyn's neck at the pet name and the plea, curling her fingers inside and feeling the way the brunette clenched around them. she could still hear the people going about their day around and it felt as thrilling as it was stressful. luckily, ellis was used to stress and that only fueled her further. "stay quiet, babe. can't have them catching us before you come, right?" she teased, hand firm on madelyn's mouth as she pushed her fingers in, pressing into that one spot that drove the other woman crazy. "let go for me, mads, i need to know how good i make you feel."

[prcperdose]

closed starter for @pcpulr !

"so i was thinking," it's ALWAYS dangerous when they do that, "maybe we should go away for a little while. take a vacation or whatever." perhaps what they're trying to say is i love you, but for right now this will do. "i've got a cute little air bnb picked out in san francisco, it might be nice to get out of baltimore for a while."

[sugartclking]

continued from here ( @pcpulr )

Jordan couldn't help the way her lips tugged into a small grin at Jackie's words, even if her heart still ached a little at the reminder of what they'd just been through. The leak of their sex tape had been brutal and ugly in ways that neither of them deserved, but moments like this were proof that the world hadn't broken them. "Yeah, I've definitely met you," Jordan teased, shooting her a knowing look before dragging the knife carefully down the side of their pumpkin. "Perfectionist is putting it lightly. Control freak might be more accurate." The kiss on her cheek softened them, though, and Jordan leaned just slightly into it before glancing up at Jackie. "But you're right. And I don't really care if people still talk about us. Let 'em. We've already survived the worst of it." They shrugged slightly, pretending to keep focused on the pumpkin, but unable to hide the affection in her tone.

[psterboyz]

@pcpulr sent: ❛ you could have died, you know. ❜ for lucien and nessa!

his  heart  was  hammering  in  his  chest,  a  roar  of  blood  through  his  ears  that  seemed  to  drown  out  everything  else.  as  he  lowered  his  gun,  the  close-range  shot  still  ringing  in  his  ears,  he  found  himself  frozen,  blue  eyes  wide  as  he  swallowed.  it  all  had  happened  too  fast  —  any  faster,  and  luc  didn't  know  what  would  have  happened.  he  couldn't  let  himself  linger  on  it.  he  holstered  his  gun,  the  soles  of  his  shoes  echoing  off  the  floor  as  he  hurried  over  to  nessa,  eyes  scanning  over  her  to  check  for  any  injuries.  there  was  a  dead  man  on  the  floor  just  a  few  feet  away,  but  lucien  was  only  focused  on  her. “ don't  you  —  don't  you  ever  do  that  shit  again, ”   lucien  began,  his  voice  sounding  unfamiliar  to  his  own  ears,  carrying  a harsh  tone  he'd  never  used  before  with  her.  his  hands  were  shaking  as  he  rested  them  on  her  shoulders,  distantly  registering  the  whine  of  police  sirens as he looked into her eyes.  the  house  felt  too  quiet,  now,  almost  hauntingly  so.   “ you  could  have  died,  you  know.  you  could  have  fucking  —  don't  you  go  playin'  a  hero.  you  hear  me?  you  could  have  fucking  died. ”

[vntageheart]

Closed starter for @pcpulr ft. Alex

Alex’s cheeks burned as he turned away, one hand rising instinctively to shield his face, as if hiding could undo the words that had just slipped out. His pulse thudded in his ears, louder than the music still echoing from the party down the hall. He hadn’t meant to say it—not out loud, not like that. But the cocktail of cheap wine, laughter, and the way they’d danced too close for too long had loosened something inside him.

It wasn’t like him to confess feelings. He was the type to swallow them whole, to let them settle like stones in his stomach. But tonight, the weight had shifted, and the truth had tumbled out before he could catch it. “Please,” he muttered, voice hoarse and barely audible, “pretend I didn’t just say I like you.” He dared a glance at them, eyes wide with regret, bracing for rejection or ridicule—or worse, kindness. That would unravel him completely.

[sugartclking-archived]

closed to → @pcpulr featuring isaiah sutton

"You know, I think we really need to talk about what happened on that family trip."