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TEXT: RUBY

Isabella: oooffftttt there's the birthday girl 😍

Isabella: happy birthday you sexy little thing 😘😘😘😘

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kingofnewyxrk:

.onemxreace :

If Katherine had any wine left to choke on again, she probably would. Between her big mouth, Jack being surprisingly onboard to kiss (!!!) her and now Izzy’s rather bold entrance into the fray, she was more than a little dumbfounded at how the night was unfolding. Somehow amongst the ever more confusing events, she’d finished off her drink and she set her empty glass onto a passing waiter’s tray - just in time soon, as she needed both hands to steady herself and  Izzy when the tiny blond latched on. She loved how easily physical affection came to Izzy; not that Katherine wouldn’t go in for a hug or hand squeeze if she felt it was acceptable, but Izzy had the ability to make herself at home anywhere with anyone which Katherine would be envious of if she wasn’t so often on the receiving end lately.

She laughed a little at Izzy’s comment, tipping her head to mock-scrutinise Jack. “Do you think? I might swap him for a newer model.” She teased, a smirk pulling up the corner of her lips as she made eye contact with Jack. Somehow with Izzy around, it was easy to feel like she could get away with bolder comments than usual, since nothing could come close to the risque remarks she often made. 

However, when Izzy confirmed that she her (nonexistent) claim, she couldn’t help but pause. She knew that a kiss wouldn’t mean a great deal to Izzy, especially a New Year’s one which everyone knew didn’t count - otherwise Joey and Chandler would have changed the course of Friends for ever. Izzy could kiss anyone she wanted at his party and all of them would be grateful that the head cheerleader had chosen to bestow her lips upon them. Katherine herself would have appreciated it, had the conversation she’d been having literally moments ago not taken place. With Kit off with John, her kiss plans had become nonexistent and if Izzy had popped up then, she gratefully would have taken the blond on so she wouldn’t be ringing in the New Year alone. However, by being a few minutes later, Izzy had interrupted what might be the only chance Katherine had to plant one on Jack Kelly with no strings or guilt attached. 

She widened her eyes at him, trying to convey she was as surprised as he undoubtedly was. “Uh, Iz…” She began, before letting out a shocked yelp at the not entirely unpleasant sensation of a nip to her collarbone.

“Wait, Wendy’s where?” Katherine cut herself off to try find her friend in the crowd. She saw a flash of red hair that she concluded belonged to Wendy’s other best friend and sighed. As much as she didn’t like that situation, she knew Izzy would be even more unhappy with it, and if Katherine was the person she had chosen to take her mind off it, then who was she to turn her back on her friend? Sisters before misters, after all.

She lifted her arm to wrap around Izzy’s shoulders and pull her into her side. “Of course not.” She said soothingly, catching Jack’s eye and mouthing ‘sorry’ at him. She was sure he wouldn’t mind the loss, although with cheers ringing through the crowd she doubted he had time to find an alternative.

“10, 9, 8, 7…”

Jack’s hips involuntarily jerked forward when he felt Izzy’s hand land on his ass. A snort tore from him as the petite blonde bounced forward and transferred her affections onto Katherine. All Jack would do was stand there and marvel at how easily Isabella could wrap herself around another person like it was completely natural. Sure, Jack liked to think he could tap into that charm, but he didn’t have the same perky attitude as Izzy Tingley. Or the boobs.

As he fell under Katherine’s scrutiny, Jack let out a scoff, pretending to be offended by her quip. “Well then, youse best be findin’ someone else to kiss ‘round here, Plumber,” he teased her, not knowing that his words held more gravity than he thought they did.

Startled, he watched as Izzy drew Katherine’s hair back and began planting kisses against the pulse point Jack had been guilty of staring at before. He dragged his surprised gaze up to Katherine’s face, noting that she looked just as confused as he was. Standing a little awkwardly, Jack wondered whether Izzy had gotten her wires crossed, or if she was cancelling her membership to the Jatherine Fan Club that she was apparently president of. But then he cottoned onto her words and caught the hint of jealousy in her tone when she directed their attention to Wendy cuddled up to some redheaded guy across the room.

Jack sank his teeth into his bottom lip and glanced sideways at Katherine, catching her eye. Hearing her words made his heart sink a little, but, hey, maybe it was for the best. A New Year’s Eve kiss would sort of cheapen any of the genuine feelings behind his first real kiss with Katherine, right? Catching the apology Katherine mimed at him, Jack slid his hands into his pocket and shrugged. He replied with a quick wink, letting her know there was no harm done

“S’long as I gets to watch,” he grinned at Izzy. Because he had to go and be that guy.

As the room erupted into a countdown, he hovered to the side of Katherine and Izzy, suddenly feeling like an awkward third wheel. How’d that happen? With the countdown nearly at zero, he didn’t have time to find anyone else to kiss so he reached forward and playfully chucked Katherine under the chin and tipped his hat to Izzy again.

“Happy New Year, Plumber. Ma’am,” he smirked, directing the last word to Izzy before stepping back and wondering what the hell was about to unfold before him.

Contrary to what most would believe, Isabella wasn't nearly as buzzed as she'd have liked. In fact, she was mostly sober, having only had a few tequila shots here and there, a quick fumble in one of the En Suites with Peter and not a sniff of coke on her part, and three glasses of bubbly. Mostly, she was as dry as could be. Still, that never stopped her from having a little fun. Sure, alcohol and drugs allowed for that extra kick, but Isabella Tingley knew just how to enjoy herself without them, too. So, while she figured she was doing her duties as a friend in protecting Katherine's heart and keeping Jack well away, she wasn't just doing it out of the goodness of her heart. She was going to enjoy every last minute of it, too – and put on a show for Mr Kelly too, if she could help it. It only seemed right that he know just what he's missing out on.

She didn't miss the shiver that ran down Katherine's spine, nor the hitch in her breath as her lips connected with the girl's collarbone, and she smiled to herself at having been the source of her pleasure. As was typical of Izzy, she'd once again managed to find a pretty girl whose heterosexuality came immediately into question the second she got to work on her. Gently, she ran her tongue along Katherine's neck, hoping to illicit yet another pleasurable response from the girl, only to find that the brunette was distracted by her surroundings instead.

Groaning, Isabella retreated momentarily, glaring across the room as she spotted Peter and Wendy's retreating figures. Was there any fucker in this building that didn't give a shit about the goings on of Wendy fucking Darwin? Christ above. Not that Isabella was stupid. Sure, Wendy was gorgeous, lovely, and brainy as fuck, but even with her hands trailing down past the waistband of Peter's boxers, or with her tongue trailing Katherine's neck, the two of them still seemed to find the time to talk about Wendy.

Instead, she turned her attentions to Jack for the briefest moment, hoping instead to watch his sexy little figure as he hovered nearby. If Katherine was so caught up in the fact that Peter was finally getting what he wanted and was about to eat Wendy out the second the fucking clock struck midnight, then maybe Jack might be better company for Izzy. She'd heard he was funny, or something, so she guessed she could endure a little idle chatter if it worked as something of a distraction. But, nope. Instead, she was subjected to the obvious look that was shared between the two of them as they spotted Peter sauntering off with Wendy in his side. Did they think her a fucking charity case? Oh, she'd show them a charity case. She didn't fucking need Peter. She could show Katherine a good time; so good, in fact, she'd be wetter than the Hudson and would barely remember Jack Kelly's name.

“Kelly, keep your wits about you, hot stuff. I'm about to show you just how it's done,” Isabella teased.

With one last playful smack of Jack's bottom, and a swing of her hips to gently shift him out of her way, Isabella angled herself towards Katherine once more, listening for the telltale countdown that would give them their cue. Feeling as devious as ever, she decided to forgo tradition just a little and, wrapping her arms around Katherine's waist, her fingers dancing along her lower back, she tugged the other girl in, her body flush against her own. Hearing the chant of three, the countdown not entirely over, Isabella rushed forward, her free hand cupping the nape of Katherine's neck as she pressed her mouth to the brunette's. She started out slow, wanting to give Katherine a moment to react, as she tenderly sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between her own and allowing herself a brief taste of the writer. Soon enough, her tongue moved fast as she allowed it to slip past Katherine's lips, tangling with the other girl's as the countdown finally called to a stop, cheers erupting around them as Isabella lost herself in the girl before her.

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TEXT: ANYA

Isabella: happy birthday hot stuff 😍😘

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TEXT: JACK

Isabella: happy birthday hot stuff 😘😘😘😘

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onemxreace :

Katherine really had no idea what was happening. One moment Izzy seemed an inconsolable wreck and the next she was calling Katherine ‘baby’ and talking to her like she was the one with the tenuous grasp on reality.

“Uh…” She started when Izzy demanded to know if she was saying or not, all ready to explain to the tiny blond that she was prepared to hang around until she knew Izzy was safe to leave, before realising she had misconstrued the question entirely. In seconds, Izzy was relieving herself and Katherine had no idea where to put her eyes.

Although Izzy seemed to have no fear of protecting her modesty and Katherine had taken in very little of the cotillion preparations that taught her manners, she couldn’t help but want to look away to give Izzy some privacy. She was no stranger to sharing a bathroom stall with a friend, nights out with Wendy where their conversation was too important to pause for bladder issues ensuring that, but she didn’t feel like that closeness was there in this situation. At the same time, she knew Izzy was fairly carefree and probably had no such qualms, so she awkwardly averted her eyes to the ceiling to afford her a little privacy while remaining in the cubicle. After all, she didn’t want Izzy, in her intoxicated state, to fall into the toilet or something. The image of tugging the tipsy blonde dripping wet though the crowds of the gala was pretty funny though, and she found the corners of her mouth turning up as Izzy sorted herself out.

Katherine hovered behind the smaller girl as she stumbled to the sink, ready at any moment to prop her up. Despite a stumble or two, she did manage to remain upright, impressing Katherine who had half expected her to face plant the moment she stood up from the toilet.

She lingered over Izzy’s shoulder while the girl appraised herself in the mirror. Her eyebrows shot up at the muttered remark, having expected some form of comment but not quite that one. It niggled her a little that that was Izzy’s reaction to herself - to automatically consider whether she looked good enough to have sex rather than noticing her actual features. Yes, her hair was rather mussed and her tears had almost ruined her makeup, but underneath it all Izzy was a naturally beautiful girl and Katherine was surprised at the intensity she wanted to mention that.

However, the moment she opened her mouth to comment that she looked lovely regardless of everything else, Izzy caught her eye in the mirror and asked… well, that.

Despite having grown up in the same circle of people, Katherine felt she couldn’t have been more different than Izzy if she tried. Katherine was in no way a prude, but she also knew there were people more open about sex and their bodies than she was. Yes, she’d slept with Darcy when they were together (and occasionally when they weren’t) but that was more or less where her experience ended, what with the all girls boarding school and her desire for a career built on her own merits over a relationship. She had no issues with people who liked to have sex often, with varied partners, her own experiences not clouding her judgement or colouring her opinion on other people’s preferences, but Izzy’s question still caught her off guard and for a second she choked on air.

She cleared her throat, then let out an awkward laugh. “Uh, if not for my raging heterosexuality…” She quipped.

She shook her head, then grabbed one of the soft towels laid out by the sink and dipped a corner under the running tap. Slowly, so Izzy could protest if she wanted to, Katherine swiped it under her eyes to get rid of the smuged mascara lingering on her cheeks. Taking advantage of their height difference, she pulled a few of the pins that were desperately trying to fight the losing battle of keeping Izzy’s updo in place, so that her lovely blonde hair came loose then did her best to smooth it out over her shoulder.

“There.” She took a step back and admired her handiwork; not bad work for someone who herself looked like a ghost before her morning coffee, regardless of how much foundation she applied. “You look gorgeous, Izzy. And like someone I’d take home if not for my unfortunate straightness. And the fact that my dorm room is tiny.”

Isabella knew she was hot. She wasn't cute. She wasn't adorable. And she was certainly more than just pretty. No, Isabella Louise Tingley was gogeous – jaw-dropping, eyes-bulging, crotch bulging, sweat inducing, downright sexy, unimaginably fuckable, and easily the girl whose pussy was considered the delicacy in the highest demand right now. She wasn't the girl you took home to meet your parents, nor was she the girl you stuck around for after she sat on your face – she was the girl who you hit up for a guaranteed orgasm, and then bragged about to all your cronies. Isabella knew entirely where she stood in everyone's lives, and so long as she drank and fucked and snorted the angst and insecurities away, she was perfectly fine with being nothing but a toy to be played with.

It was usually when she sobered up, coming down from a high and letting the shame and uncertainties wash over her, that it started to really sting. She needed validation – to be reminded that she had something to offer the world. That something wasn't her brain, nor was it her personality. It wasn't her talents and skills, and it wasn't her friendship. What she had to offer was a skinny waist, a dripping cunt, and a tongue that could work more magic than that boy wizard that everyone Aaron's boss got such a hard-on over. So once the drugs lost their effect, her chest tightened up, a cold sweat dripping down her neck, paranoia set in and Isabella found herself eagerly grappling for affection and validation – whether it be as severe as Peter's lips on her neck, or Gaston's fingers between her legs, or as simple as a gentle touch to the small of her back from Farrah, or confirmation from Katherine herself that yes, Izzy, you're still perfectly fuckable.

When the other girl's response came, Isabella stared at her reflection through the mirror, looking at Katherine over her shoulder. Her heart plummeted in her chest – it wasn't quite a rejection, not really. If Katherine was as straight as she claimed to be – and, usually, once Isabella was finished with a girl they usually found that they were far from it – then she had no interest in Isabella in the way that Izzy desperately needed right now. Of course, the girl could have just been lying to save face. Maybe she was into girls, but not Izzy, and she wanted to let her down gently. Either way, she averted her gaze, staring pointedly at the faucets in front of her, white knuckling as she gripped tightly to the edge of the sink.

In an attempt to keep composure, not wanting Katherine to see the weaker side of her, she whirled on the spot – admittedly, far clumsier than she usually would have. She stumbled, bumping her hip against the counter top – she was sure it would leave a bruise, but she could easily brush it off as a cheer incident, or a result of one of her late night tumbles with Gaston – and curling her hand around the basin behind her as she held herself in place. Plastering a smile that she hoped was convincing on her face, she eyed Katherine, her tongue shooting out between her lips – a tactic that usually left boys and girls crossing their legs as they watched her with hungry eyes. “But if you weren't straight, baby? You'd– you'd fuck me, right?”

Her voice was shaky, her tone uncertain and reeking of desperation, and she found herself fidgeting uncomfortably. She wasn't sure if she was making Katherine nervous, or if the girl would scoff and flee any second now. She probably couldn't blame her, but she needed to know she still had something to offer. If people weren't fighting for a place in her bed, then what use was she to anybody? Plenty had already made it very clear that she was only useful when on her knees, and if she didn't have that then who was she?

The latter end of Katherine's sentence worked ever so slightly to calm her nerves, and she nodded franticly, her head bobbing in fast, erratic movements as she listened to her.

“So... You wanna t–t–test that heterosexuality, b–baby?” Isabella stuttered, moving forward to snake an arm around Katherine's waist, only to stumble, her knees wobbling and giving way beneath her. She crashed into the other girl, a gasp ripping through her throat as she landed in her arms, her body ever so slightly limp as she buried her face in the brunette's shoulder.

Whimpering quietly, she clumsily lifted a hand to curl it around Katherine's shoulders, her hand feebly clasping onto the fabric of her dress. Her voice a mere whisper now, a sob escaped her lips as she cried against her shoulder, “I'm sorry. I'm s–s– sorry. I'm disgusting.” 

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TEXT: DELIA

Isabella: YASSSS KWEEEENNN 😍😍😍😍

Isabella: happy birthday hunny 😘 have the best day sexy girl and i'll be seeing you later for SHOTS as well as kisses and a little bit more 😉😉😉

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@lostboypeter: does bertie have a bf or smth

@lostboypeter: cant tell from the 18482 snapchats hes spamming me with showing the other drama dude legit just breathing

@lostboypeter: 'LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND' cant stop if i fukn tried he's everywhere

@princessizzy: @lostboypeter bitterrrrrr baby? ;)

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Isabella Tingley yASSSS BERTIE BOO UNFFF get it get it get it 😍😘👏👅💦👉👌😏

Isabella Tingley jk jk jk ;)) happy for you babiiiiiies!!! ughhh cute

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If anyone’s a bitch, it’s Violet. She’s judgemental. She’s catty. And she thinks she speaks for queer people. Hashtag Messy.

(via cherrygrcvegossip)

I swear to God.

Come for one more of my girls. I fucking dare you.

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What’s with Katherine kissing Izzy? Don’t tell me. Just another straight girl that thinks they can use queer girls to experiment and fuck them around? I guess if you’re gonna do it with anyone, the local slut seems like a good choice.

(via cherrygrcvegossip)

Oooohhhhhh they called me a slut! How cute! Original! Never done before!

(via lessismxre)

Wow, okay. Izzy isn’t a slut and I’m not experimenting. We’re two friends, very close friends, who were free to kiss whomever they wanted at New Year’s and chose each other. I am more than comfortable in my sexuality to not need to use someone else’s as a sounding board and if I thought Izzy would be uncomfortable I wouldn’t for a second have dreamt of it. But as it happens, we were on the same page, it was a lovely way to ring in 2018 and I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did.

(via onemxreace)

Oh, I enjoyed it, baby. Round two?

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What’s with Katherine kissing Izzy? Don’t tell me. Just another straight girl that thinks they can use queer girls to experiment and fuck them around? I guess if you’re gonna do it with anyone, the local slut seems like a good choice.

(via cherrygrcvegossip)

Oooohhhhhh they called me a slut! How cute! Original! Never done before!

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Did anyone else spot a certain blonde parading around in a skimpy cheerleading uniform despite not actually trying out for the team?

(via cherrygrcvegossip)

See, I know this isn’t about my girl, or else I’d have to take all the time out of my day just to kick your teeth in, so... Maybe shut your whore mouth, and think twice before you speak.

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@broadwaybertie: MARIE BROUGHT HOME BATH BOMBS AND I THOUGHT THEY WERE JAWBREAKERS AND IN SHORT I JUST ATE SOAP I HATE MY LIFE WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO ADORABLE PEOPLE

@princessizzy: @broadwaybertie ohhhh baby boy noooooooooo. shots to mask the taste?

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toomuchbeatsnone :

Absently, Terry wondered how his mother would react if she saw the way he was behaving right now. Marlene Sparrow was, in Terry’s opinion, the best woman in the world, who still managed to run a household and take care of her 21-year-old son while dealing with the fact that she was permanently wheelchair bound. Her disability was something that Terry had thought they’d need to make allowances for when the doctors told them that Marlene would never walk again, and the blonde boy had cried enough tears for both of them until his mother had kindly but firmly scuffed the back of his head and told him that all they needed to do was make slight alterations to their life. The Sparrows took up residence in a tiny bungalow and his mother took herself out of field work in the police force and took on a receptionist job instead. It was no wonder that Terry idolised his mother, and the fear of disappointing her was one that was all too real.

Being rude to his elders was something his mother wouldn’t be best pleased at him for, but he hoped she would understand that this current situation called for it. Izzy’s dad was being a downright jerk, and Terry thought he was justified in his words. He stood tall, almost as tall as the man sneering down at him and remained rigid as his friend’s father stomped off and tore out of the driveway in a car Terry couldn’t afford even in his wildest dreams.

It was only when the vehicle had sped down the road and out of sight that Terry allowed his whole frame to wilt and he let out a sigh of relief. His hand still stung and throbbed, but the cut was the least of his worries right now.

He turned to Isabella, wondering if maybe he was in for some sort of speech about he didn’t need to step in and talk for her when she was more than capable of handling herself. He’d agree, because Terry tended to blindly agree to everything that Isabella said, but he would also bravely argue that the scenario had called for his own input as well. After all, Izzy’s dad hadn’t just gone in on her, but he’d taken a few jibes at Terry himself. Still, truth be told, it was the older man’s comments and threatening nature towards his own daughter that had given Terry the courage to speak up. It’s not like he wasn’t used to people talking badly about him. Peter made it a personal mission to verbally abuse him on a daily basis whenever he thought that Terry was getting too close to Izzy. The football captain would probably go through him if he saw him now.

But no scolding came from Izzy. Instead, the tiny blonde launched herself at Terry in a hug and Terry was instantly glad that he wasn’t holding a milk bottle at that moment as that would surely just result in another spillage and more broken shards of glass.

“Huh?” he had to ask, thoroughly confused about what was happening. He wrapped his arms around Isabella’s tiny frame to support her, until it eventually dawned on him that the girl was grateful for what he’d done. The blush that flooded his face was all too real and it only brightened his features even more when he felt Izzy’s lips press his jaw. The kiss was light and brief and meant nothing compared to the kisses that Isabella had given other boys, but Terry thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest nevertheless.

“Wh-what was that for?” he asked, then winced when he realised that sounded like he was fishing for compliments. He balked at Izzy’s words and, though a little bit bolstered by what she was saying, he still stared at her like she was crazy.

“Sexy?” he echoed incredulously. “Are you kidding? I just… I just blackmailed your dad. I was super freaking rude, oh my gosh, this is not good at all. I don’t talk badly to people’s dads!”

He eyed her carefully. “You’re not mad, right? I mean, of course you’re not mad, he was being really shitty to you but… still, I don’t blackmail people!”

His hands shook a little as all of his previous adrenaline left him and he winced as pain seeped back into his broken hand. Eyes darting warily around the front courtyard of Izzy’s house, Terry eventually went cross-eyed as he attempted to sneak a peek at his forehead, half-expecting to see a red dot of light there, aimed by a sniper hiding in the shrubbery. “Your dad doesn’t know like, hit men, does he?”

It didn’t seem like such a ridiculous question until it left his mouth. But didn’t rich people know like, everyone?

If Isabella hadn't already been, like, weirdly turned on by Terry's sudden show of chivalry, then she'd have easily been endeared by the soft, sweet way he'd crinkled his features at her, staring on in confusion as she wrapped him in her embrace. Followed by the light blush that coloured his cheeks, she couldn't help but poke her tongue out between her teeth, eyeing him a little thirstily as she caught his gaze. Well fuck, he was cute, wasn't he? She'd always thought he was kind of cute in that adorable, puppy-dog way, and it was no secret that he had a little crush on her; but honestly, who didn't? But now, she was starting to pick up on the way that his muscles rippled through his clothes, much more subtle than someone like JP, or the way the pink tinge to his cheeks only brought attention to the blue of his eyes. And, on top of all of that, the way he'd burst into action? He'd no longer been the shy, gently spoken boy she'd grown used to, but a knight in shining armour – and all for her.

“That was for being my hero,” she told him, accenting her words with another light peck on his cheek.

Twirling around and away from him, she hopped up onto her tiptoes and craned her neck, searching the vicinity to make sure there were no nosey nobodies sticking their oar in where it wasn't wanted. Yeah, sure, the neighbours tended to get a good eyeful and earful whenever Isabella came stumbling home at all hours of the morning with a mouthy Peter attached at the hip, already fumbling with the buckle of his belt, or, much like today, one of the many instances in which her father tried hurriedly disposing of one of his one night stands. This was different, though. Daddy was gone, and now that just left Izzy and Terry. She didn't want Terry being subjected to the whispers and the rumours that her neighbours were so often prone to.

“Don't worry about it, baby boy,” she called out, shaking her head, her back still to him. She didn't want him fretting over her father, either. Her father was a coward; he'd be fuming at the mouth about the way Terry had approached him, but he only ever blackmailed and hit girls. He saw them as weaker, so Terry was in the clear.

As he continued to fret and flounder over his supposed predicament, Isabella grew tired. She didn't want him freaking out on her, and she definitely didn't want her asshole neighbours getting the wrong idea. Spinning around to face him once more, Isabella closed in on Terry and, without any prior warning, pressed her forefinger to his lips in a shushing motion.

“Shhh, gorgeous. It's going to be fine, I assure you,” she insisted, a sickly sweet smile lifting the corners of her lips.

After a moment's pause, when she was certain he'd calmed down, she pulled her hand away once more, and instead slid her palm into his free, uninjured hand. Interlocking their fingers and pulling him into her side, she quickly leaned forward so as to butt their foreheads together gently. Giggling momentarily as her nose tickled his, she smiled at him, dropping her tone to a whisper. “Daddy won't lay a finger on you, baby. He's been blackmailed so often I doubt he'll even remember you name come lunchtime.”

With that, she gave his hand a swift and gentle tug, and began leading him towards the front door of her house; completely abandoning his remaining bottles of milk where they were, and instead hopping up the stoop that lead to the mansion she'd grown up in.

“Daddy doesn't know hit men, baby bird. He knows hot men, but not hit men,” Isabella declared, absently. As she flounced her way up the steps, the cool air sending a chill up the back of her skirt, she sneaked a glance over her shoulder to look at him. “Let's get you inside, okay? The sooner we wash up that hand of yours, the sooner I can kiss it all better.”

Turning her gaze back towards her hall, she caught Ophelia's eye, who was watching her curiously. Shooting her friend a wink, she smirked to herself as she ushered the girl away, not wanting to completely intimidate Terry after everything that had just happened. Besides, she wanted to be alone with him for a little while.

“You know, if you're lucky, I might have a sexy nurse's outfit hiding away from somewhere. It's a couple years old, though, so it might be a little tight in some places...”

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kingofnewyxrk :

.onemxreace :

Katherine near enough spat her drink out when Jack pointed out that a midnight kiss between friends wouldn’t be a big deal. She understood his logic - they were in a room of people who probably weren’t going to be choosy about where their lips landed when the clock struck midnight, so as friends at least they knew where they should aim. It was the same tactic she and Kit (and once Wendy) had used for years now if they found themselves single at the same time and at the same party. 

However, if Jack kissed her at midnight it would actually be a very, very big deal, to her at least. If she kissed him, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop. But at the same time, it could be a compromise; it wouldn’t be a romantic kiss, just a friendly peck to ring in the new year, enough to satisfy her wonderings without making her reveal her feelings. Under the umbrella of platonic, she could experience what she’d been thinking about for far too long without betraying her emotions. And it wouldn’t lead to anything changing in their relationship, therefore not adding another layer of guilt to her already heavy conscience where Jack Kelly was concerned.

“Sure!” She said, a little too enthusiastically. Reigning it in and trying not to let any more note of desperation or nerves into her voice, she shrugged. “I mean, I’m not expecting anyone else to kiss so…”

She smiled, trying to make sure her frantic thoughts weren’t visible on her face. “Well, it took long enough to convince you that we’re friends.” She teased, bumping him with her hip. Good, Pulitzer, keep playing it cool and casual. “Might as well get some benefit out of it now.” Ah… not so much.

Before she could backtrack or dig herself into a hole, she felt an arm around her neck and suddenly found herself stooping forward, almost glancing her forehead off Jack’s as he was pulled in too. The culprit turned out to be Izzy and Katherine didn’t know whether to be relieved for the interruption or furious. On the one hand, she was probably going to say something further embarrassing, but on the other Izzy had been hounding her about making a move for months now. Finally, she was taking a step - however small and hesitant and pretending to be friendly it was - in the right direction, and her friend had arrived just in time to stall it.

“Hey, Iz.” She tried not to let her disappointment show, patting her friend’s hand where it rested on her shoulder before extracting herself from her surprisingly strong grip. “Uh, have you met Jack?” She indicated between them. “Jack this is Izzy, Izzy this is Jack.”

Trying to remain calm under Jack’s gaze, Katherine turned so she was facing Izzy more and gave her a pointed look. “We were just discussing who people are going to kiss at midnight.” She raised her eyebrows and hoped she’d comprehend her meaning but fearing she was a little worse for wear.

In all honesty, Jack was surprised that Katherine didn’t immediately blow off his suggestion. They weren’t blind to all the innuendos flying their way that implied their friendship was a bit more than platonic, and Jack had never known Katherine to be pleased with the rumours, so it was a shock to hear that she was willing to go along with something that would only fuel them. But Jack was hardly going to complain if it meant he got to kiss Plumber and keep his head firmly attached to his shoulders after it.

He snickered at Katherine’s words and fixed her with a look that was equal parts incredulous and amused. “You sayin’ we’s friends with benefits, Plumber?” he laughed. He figured he might get a slap on the shoulder for that, but it’s not like Crutchie was around to have his innocence tainted and the two of them seemed to be riding on the high of the impending New Year for any of Jack’s jokes to ruin his chances of kissing the brunette in front of him.

That wasn’t to say there was nothing else to ruin it.

Before Jack could do so much as blink, he felt himself getting dragged down to practically half his height by a surprisingly strong grip. Kinda dazed, he peered curiously to the side and frowned when he realised a grinning face framed with blonde hair had poked itself in between him and Katherine.

“Ohhhh,” he drawled, his confusion melting away when he was introduced to Izzy Tingley: Katherine’s friend and frequent instigator of the infamous ‘Jatherine’ tweets that plagued Twitter. His grin only widened when he realised he was meeting the girl in person.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he greeted her, tipping his flat cap in her direction. As Katherine explained their current conversation, Jack nodded along then gestured between himself and Katherine. 

“I’d just convinced Kath to kiss me,” he said, figuring that Izzy would be pleased with that if her sly digs on every social media platform ever were anything to by. “Unless you had dibs first, ‘cause by all means…”

Isabella Tingley was nothing if she wasn't strong; both in the physical sense and otherwise, even if she didn't necessarily recognise that within herself. She had enough upper and lower body strength to take down JP on a good day, and the best part was that nobody suspected her. She was tiny, flounced around in her short skirts, batting her eyelashes, pushing out her chest, and puckering up her lips. She was renowned for being sexy, and a little bit (or a lot of a bit) naughty, but she still held that same air of surprise to her which came in handy a lot. Case in point was the startled look on both Katherine and Jack's face when she pulled them both into a tight grip, tugging them down to her level, as she excitedly hopped between them.

Untangling herself from the two walking, talking lifetime movie clichés (um, the princess and the pirate, much?), she pushed forward, but not before giving Jack a quick smack on the backside and turned to stare at the pair. Upon Katherine's introduction – which, in all honesty, had not been needed – Isabella bit down on her lower lip, eyeing Jack curiously. Oh, he was delicious. As if the flat cap wasn't just vintage, but the way that he tipped it towards her? Ugh, adorbs. “Oooh, he's a keeper, Kathy P. Though, less of the ma'am, baby. Do I look like a ma'am to you, boo?”

She didn't wait around to let Jack respond, instead giggling as she wrapped her arms around Katherine from behind and pulled her close. Resting her chin on her shoulder, she arched an eyebrow as she peered back at Jack, taking in his words. Isabella was torn, in all honesty. She'd spent months on end advocating for the two of them, hoping that Katherine could just set her pride aside and just let the hotty dick her already, but therein lay the problem. Because, anybody with a bit of common sense could see that Katherine liked him; not in the same way that she liked Isabella, but as something more. Izzy flirted and flounced her way through life, knowing that it wasn't exactly her personality that drew people to her, but moreso her particular talent for eating girls out and wetting some desperate hunny's cock. Katherine wasn't like that and, while she wanted the two to get their cute little booties in gear already, she didn't want Jack giving her any false pretences with some throw away kiss in the name of tradition.

“Oh, you're absolutely right,” she informed him, shooting a playful wink his way. As though to add a little weight to her words, she gently lifted a hand to brush Katherine’s hair to one side, before spattering soft, sweet kisses down the other girl's neck – even going as far as to nip playfully at her collarbone. It wasn't enough to hurt, but enough to leave a hickey. “She's all mine, baby boy.

The best thing of all, of course, was that while a little tipsy, Isabella wasn't what you'd call drunk – not just yet, anyway. There was still time for that later. Meaning, of course, that she had all – or most – of her wits about her, and so it meant that she could play the game exactly as she wished. Katherine would get a nice kiss, Jack would get a little harmless entertainment – guys digged that, right? – and with a little bit of luck, Isabella's lips making themselves at home on Katherine's might make Jack just about jealous enough to make a move. She was doing them both a favour, really.

“Y'see, Peter,” she started, uttering her best friend's name with a hint of bitterness. “...is over there nursing a boner with your best boo, meaning he's bored of me for the night. John is busy trailing around after your other half and trying to help him fuck half of Manhattan's elite, meaning I'm all alone. You wouldn't ditch on me too, would you, baby?” 

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@princessizzy: lmaooooooooooo gerard cole found seething in cherry grove #bants

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onemxreace :

Kit’s bathroom is free. You have to remember not to leave your panties though, he gets tetchy about that.

He could always just join us, if he likes?

Last person you kissed?

Isabella Tingley. Followed by blowing my load, apparently.