#Isabelle 001

[canncnball]

a starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for ezra & isabelle.

it was late and they had already tucked their little girl into bed. both of them knew she wouldn't sleep through the night, but part of him wished they hadn't even put her to bed. silence settled between the two of them after he had gotten off the phone with mariah earlier and he knew isabelle wasn't happy. "are you gonna talk to me or is this our night?"

[scarletsxnss]

@mkumine

every night was the same routine. after hanging out, he pulls her into bed with him and she PRETENDS to fall asleep while his hands explore her skin. her boyfriend was miles away with no idea that her bestfriend was here defiling her pretty body. he shouldn't be enjoying this. the first night where he fucked her UNCONSCIOUS body was a moment of weakness that should never be repeated, but despite the emphasized muscles, rich was a WEAK man. 

they've been friends for years. best friends since childhood and cuddling wasn't anything new. she'd been his first kiss—oh how he wished she was his first EVERYTHING. but the way he holds her makes up for lost time. hands pulling her clothes off before reaching for her hands and humming. he doesn't even WAIT for her to fall asleep anymore. gentle kisses pepper her skin as he tugs her clothes off, being sure to LOVE every spot that gets exposed.

"do you also call your boyfriend daddy, when he fucks you?" the question was quiet, hoping that the lack of volume would hide the insecurity that BUBBLED to the surface when its asked. rich wasn't the most aggressive man, but it's obvious he's POSSESSIVE by the way he's wrapping his arms around her and slowly slipping his cock into her SEX without asking—it's been weeks of this new relationship, he knows she would let him do anything.

"i love you." the three words slip like it's an accident and purposeful at the same time; a reminder that no matter what he does to her, it's out of love—and apologetic for the first night when he DEFILED her drunken body.

[saulweissberg]

availability / @isabelguzman setting / weissberg law firm; monday, july 8th, one pm.

saul was generally a believer in a working lunch—if he had to spend any time away from his desk during office hours, then he wanted to continue billing people, and meetings over meals was standard practice for lawyers since before his own father had earned his juris doctor. (maybe since the dawn of the profession.) so, like any other weekday, he had intended to meet with a client at the silk road, only for them to call twenty minutes before they were due to meet and cancel. well, now he had a reservation and no one to eat with! not exactly a huge dilemma in saul’s opinion, but he maintained that meals were better with company. now that he had a lunch free and no one to share it with, saul hit up the usual suspects in his office. micah was nowhere to be found and his secretary declined, so he knocked on isabel’s door before he opened it slowly and popped his head in. “hey, isa. are you free for lunch? i had a cancellation and i'm dying to bore someone with inane stories of my long ago youth.” he was mostly joking.

[dahliayoung]

closed starter for @isabelguzman who: dahlia young and isabel guzman where: chilled creamery

Dahlia pushed open the door to the Chilled Creamery, the familiar chime of the bell ringing out as she stepped inside. Immediately, she was hit by the sweet smell of various ice cream flavors and fresh waffle cones, which brought a smile to her face. The last few days had been so unbearably hot that this was the perfect afternoon treat, and she’d been craving their ice cream all week. As she stepped up to the counter, Dahlia’s eyes scanned the specials board landing on today’s intriguing new flavor: Blueberry Cheesecake. She moved to get in line when she recognized the person immediately in front of her. “Isabel?” Lia called out, unsure before she came to stand beside her friend. “Oh my god, hi! I haven’t seen you in a while!”

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

📜𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚞𝚣𝚖𝚊𝚗

"Okay, girls! We're on a mission here: Operation Make Baba's Favourite Meal Tonight. We can work on the name later." Her smile grew as she listened to her daughters' laughter. With Rhia sitting in her stroller and Hattie walking right beside her mother, she was able to keep an eye on them while they walked among the vendors. She preferred grabbing fresh produce from one of the local farmers at the market, enjoying how they taste over the options at the grocery store. That, and it helped add to the adventure she was taking the girls on. With Rhia's nap being soon and the rocking of the stroller, she was getting closer and closer to falling asleep as they walked, yet still jolting herself as an attempt to stay awake and continue babbling. Though the curator hadn't been paying close enough attention to their surroundings. Not until she heard her oldest cheerfully calling out, 'Izzy!' Without even having a chance to stop her, Hattie was off; Running straight to the lawyer to hug her. Whereas Nilay stood there, dumbfounded, and Rhia sitting in her stroller, confused. Just repeating 'Hat-Tee?' over and over in her little voice, yet nervous due to the stranger. Well, to her, at least. To say that Nilay felt like a jackass seeing her ex was an understatement. "H-Hey," she finally said. Raising one of her hands of the stroller handle slowly to give a small wave. "I, um... I didn't realize you'd be here today." After all, the least she could do was stay the hell away from Isabel.

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @isabelguzman

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝 ; 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝����, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[plantfeed]

JUDE & ISABEL — THREAD 001.

location :  trinity, during the discord mini event.

description :   jude calls off his casual thing with isabel (again) and she says that's fine, which pisses him off. they argue about his ex, jenny.

featuring :  isabel @oculiaperticlausi

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

despite it's owner claiming the opposite, trinity basically feels like a sex club, so it's hardly a surprise when he runs into isabel, or rather she runs into him, no doubt having orchestrated a plan to meet him exactly when he's coming out of the bathroom, only to shepherd him back in. "we can't keep doing this," jude says, slightly breathless, after they've finished, back against the cubicle door as he zips up his fly, a fresh smudge of lipstick on his neck. "nah, i'm bein' fuckin' serious, iz. my girlf— ex-girlfriend comes here every other night. it's only a matter of time before she clocks it." he can already see a jenny cohen tantrum on the horizon, nails and hair and heels flying everywhere. "she's fucking scary when she's angry."

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

isabel fixes her dresses. she licks the pad of her thumb and moves it to his neck to wipe off her lipstick as he explains the situation with his… whatever. girlfriend, ex. clearly, a situationship that still has some complications behind it. it was a good thing she didn't give a fuck about that sort of thing. she lifts her eyes up toward him as she shrugs her shoulders, a small smirk on her features. "we don't have to keep doing this, jude." she could easily find someone else to drag into the bathroom whenever she wants. "call this the last hooray," she tilts her head to the side. "but you know if you change your mind…" she gestures around the bathroom. "we'll always meet back here."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

honestly, jude had been hoping for a little more opposition. what he'd wanted was some kick back, and for isabel to say, are you crazy? how dare you say you won't fuck me any more! i can't live without your dick, or something to that effect. her contrasting lack of care is almost more insulting than if she'd been the one to suggest they cool it off. "wait, what?" jude starts, eyebrow furrowing into a heavy crease. "so you're fine for us to just, like, stop? you're not even gonna argue with me on it?" jude's offended. wounded, even. jenny would never let him off the hook this lightly. she'd be sinking her claws into his skin just to get another taste.

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

sabel tilts her head to the side as she leans back against the door. She doesn't think this actually going to be the last time she gets in a round with Jude. They've been having the same talk practically every time she pulls him into this bathroom. "I don't grovel." She made it clear when they started doing whatever the hell this was that she wasn't interested in strings being attached. If he cut it off, she refused to let herself run after someone who was clearly going to keep comparing her to his ex. She pushes from the door and reaches out, tilting his head to the side as she leans up to press her lips against the back of his ear. She grazes them against the shell. "And we both know this isn't actually the last time." She muses, pulling back. "Am I wrong, Jude?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

"right. sure. you don't grovel," jude parrots back, a little put out. "but you could maybe grovel like. a really small bit. like a smidge." if he's being used for his body, he'd at least like to think the person doing the used him might like him, but one look at isabel's face tells him she's not about to budge. there's a thrum of anticipation in his stomach when she crosses towards him, hands intictively falling to her hips when she presses her lips to his ear. he closes his eyes in an attempt to isolate the feeling, but it only seems to strengthen his other senses, goosebumps on the place she leaves her kiss and a shiver running down his spine. "it fuckin' could be," jude warns back. "like i could walk out this door now and just, not look back. no regrets, you know." he's silent for a moment, hands still place on her hips, before he snatches them away. "is this some kind of bit or do you actually not give a shit?"

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

"i wouldn't even know how," isabel presses her lips together as she pulls her head back, her eyes lifting up to him. there wasn't a single man in the world that would have her begging to stay and fuck her especially one who seems to think about his ex every single time they fuck. she places her hand on her hip as she tilts her head to the side. as his hands pull away from her hips, her gaze drops for a second to look at them at his side before she looks back up to him. "if you want me to give a shit about you, jude. maybe don't talk about jenny the second you aren't inside of me anymore, eh?" she scoffs. she honestly has never had a serious feeling about a single man she's ever come across, it's the way she was built. she was never meant to be a weak woman who fell for a man and the last thing she was going to do was start caring about a guy who would never have any actual interest in her. "it's kind of hard to develop any actual attachment to you when i can practically hear your brain comparing me to the woman who i assume broke your heart? you also try to break this off every time we fuck so why should i allow myself to get disappointed if you do actually decide you don't want it? please, enlighten me on why i should actually give a shit."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

with girls like isabel, who claim they don't catch feelings, jude usually assumes they're all talk. it's why he never asks her to stay the night, or cooks her breakfast the next day, or does any of that shit that girls start to misconstrue as a ‘situationship’. things with jenny were casual, before he started cooking her breakfast and look how that ended up — with a ring in his fucking sock drawer. eventually, they always cave. it’s like in their blood or summat, or at least that’s what jude’s told himself, but sometimes it feels like he’s keeping girls at a distance to protect his own heart, and from what isabel’s saying, it’s clear she’s unlikely to give a shit about his welfare any time soon. “jesus. okay, fuck. way to fuckin', drag me to hell directed by sam raimi. i’ll just go eat a dick then.” nothing that isabel is saying isn’t true, though. “right, so i can talk about her while i’m still inside you, yeah?” it’s a joke he should probably have kept to himself, but his mouth’s more often than not a cause for strife in his life. if it’s not the things he does say, it’s the things he doesn’t, holing up and going silent whenever shit gets too real. “fine. don’t give a shit. works better for me that way anyway.” jude shrugs, his back dropping back against the wall, still showing no signs of leaving. “i was just checking we’re on the same page, so…”

[ravirussell]

"Over the net," Ravi repeats, serving a non-existent tennis ball with a light swing of his racket, his eyes following nothing in the same path they would if it was an actual ball that did go over the net, "Sound advice. I'm aiming for that next time. Save on almost maiming any poor passersby."

The offer was intriguing and not something he ever would have considered of his own volition.

"I might, I'm guessing you teach them? Is it a hard skill to pick up?"

@izzyxalamilla

"You could say that." Izzy chuckled softly, teasing as she shook her head. "I know nothing about Tennis so I can't say much about your skills, I just know it should go over the net, not that fence."

"It's happened to people before, but you can’t let yourself think that.” Maybe it wasn’t the best way to convince someone but it was the truth. “You could come by the ice rink sometime and take a few lessons!”

@ravirussell

[screenviolense]

@allnostalgic sent: 🌲 Get lost in the woods at night / Raymond, for any of your ACNH muses!

　　' i swear i've seen that tree already... ' now this was precisely the reason that she never left the office these days. the island was always far bigger than she thought it was and some of it was still quite untamed. it didn't help that she had heard rumors of a ghost wandering around at night. ' i wish i hadn't left my nookphone at home... the map would really help right now. '

[peacheeeliz]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ a funeral pyre spin-off!

SYNOPSIS ⤏ after niki takes over her old roommate's lease, y/n has a hard time adjusting to the new living arrangement. it's totally not because niki's life goal is to terrorize her or anything.

PARING ⤏ roommate!niki x promiscuous!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, miniseries, rom-com, enemies to lovers, college au

FEATURING ⤏ heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and niki from enhypen, anton from riize, wonyoung from ive, gunwook from zb1, danielle from newjeans

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ loveyeno on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, kms/kys & lots of nsfw jokes, mentions of hook-ups and multiple partners, suggestive, pls ignore timestamps 💔, y/n is a bit insufferable for awhile

PLAYLIST ⤏ pornstar, nessa barrett | let's be friends, emily osment | me and your mama, childish gambino | champagne & sunshine, plvtinum | one more night, maroon 5 | eyes don't lie, isabel larosa | die for me, chase atlantic | positions, ariana grande | r u mine, artic monkeys | hit my line, plvtinum

STARTED ⤏ 12.21.2024

STATUS ⤏ completed ♡

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

mean girls | niki & co.

001. roommate duties

002. where. tf. is my oat milk

003. what r u on rn...

004. jennifer's body ahh response

005. it's sad

006. time to lock in

007. sausage ur favorite 😒

008. RIKI'S HOME

009. maybe she kissed him

010. WHAT

011. make me

012. emotional support animal

013. sound familiar??

014. roomie things 😋 (373 wc)

015. god he's so hot

016. oh.. this is fitting

017. the prettiest girl

018. u better be running

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ taglist is closed!

[madelynraemunson]

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

Chapter 004: Encore

You have needs. Steve has needs. Given your two friends’ complicated history, you both know can’t be together — but that’s the thrill of it all.

↳ 001 (PROLOGUE) // 002 // 003 // 004 // 005 // 006 // 007 EPILOGUE

cw: slight age gap (sweets is 23, steve is 31), mutual pining, sexual tension, SMUT, p in v sex, soft!dom steve, pls wrap before you tap thanks

card suits divider: @cafekitsune 🃏🧡

“THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER.”

♛

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“I’ll take a black coffee, please. Hot.”

“What size?” the barista inquires.

“Largest one you have.”

Go big or go home. You’re going to need it anyways.

Last night was a clusterfuck of emotions, all of which you had no idea how to process. But you figured that, with Isabelle being the heavy sleeper she is, that you could get away from her and the room you shared and clear your head for a bit. Coffee and contemplation.

“You can put that on my tab.”

Following the direction of the voice, you're surprised to see Steve, up as bright and early as you are, just a mere few inches away. Except he looks more presentable than you, dressed in creaseless neutral-toned athleisure, hair neatly kept with pomade into a sleek swish.

You want to curse under your breath. Fuck. When didn't he look hot?

"Well I'll be damned," you mutter with a gentle smirk.

“I knew I’d get you back eventually,” Steve winks. “Course I didn’t think it’d happen eight hours later.”

“Good morning."

“Now it is.”

Steve slips in beside you and greets you with a warm smile. His eyes remain glued to yours as he extends his credit card to the cashier, placing his order before motioning you towards some elevated bar tables. It doesn't slip your mind to be in his company.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods. "I did, actually. Did you... sleep well?"

Steve seemingly searches for an answer in your eyes. A specific answer it seems, quite possibly pertaining to the events that unfolded the night before.

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Given everything."

“I'm so sorry about last night," he exhales. "Didn’t mean to put you in the middle of all this."

“Yeah…” you shrug unsurely. "But I figured that by association, I'd get sucked into it somehow."

He laughs softly. “Isabelle your friend?”

“What’s it to you?” you cock a brow.

“Just curious.”

“She’s more like a big sister to me,” you explain. “We met in college.”

The drop in Steve’s face was something you couldn’t decipher. Or something you didn’t want to at least.

All morning, this dark cloud of uncertainty has been festering over you, making you more and more anxious because you couldn't seem to grasp what the hell was going on. Judging by the vibes of it though, it doesn't seem good.

"Eddie's a good guy," Steve sputters, almost spastically. "I don't know what your best friend told you, but based on our collective experience with him, Eddie's nothing like the monster Isabelle's painted him to be."

"Isabelle hasn't said much about him actually," you counter. "Until lately."

Steve is almost shocked. "She didn't?"

"She doesn't really talk about her past," you elaborate. "I'm assuming it's because she's traumatized by it. I did know she was married though. And that she cheated on Eddie."

It's not something Isabelle is proud of. In fact, when you met her, Isabelle had been embarking on a journey towards redemption, taking you with her to local humanitarian events, and even to church with her folks every Sunday during second year.

Because your parents had been unavailable in every way your whole life, Isabelle believed you needed to be surrounded by good people. A good deal of the woman you were shaped to be was from Isabelle's influence. You don't know what to feel now.

"Wow," Steve reflects. "She at least owned up to that, damn."

"Yeah, but given the layers of the story..." you shrug. "It all just sounds so complex and confusing. I never knew this about my best friend. Never knew she danced... maybe she was ashamed."

"I'd like to think that's why she didn't tell you," Steve kisses his teeth. "But I have a very hard time believing that's the case."

They were high school sweethearts, Isabelle and Eddie. And according to Steve, they got married right after graduation. Starting from scratch with his money he made from dealing, Eddie built his own business, the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club, a strip club in their small town with a nerdy Dungeons & Dragons theme.

"Eddie has always respected women," Steve elaborates. "Even when they didn't respect him. Never laid a hand on a lady, treated them like queens... Eventually he had me hop on board, with my business. We've always been... for the girls."

"I believe you," you grin up at him.

It got ugly pretty fast, according to Steve again. Before everyone knew it, Isabelle was running the show. Calling the shots. And the dancers, who all seemed to have the hots for Eddie, jumped to his defense and tried to run her out the club. Eddie ultimately ended up sending Isabelle to another club across town to ease the tension.

"Terry's club..." you start to piece it all together.

"Precisely," Steve nods. "And unfortunately... that's where the lines start to blur."

"STEVE?!"

You both shudder at the sudden exclamation, and Steve is quick to retrieve your coffees from the bar. You two then resume the story-telling with a brief 'cheers'.

“Childish beverage you got there,” you nod towards Steve's cafe mocha with whip cream.

“Keeps me young,” Steve shrugs.

You gaze at him flirtatiously as you sip your black coffee. "I'm sure."

You fawn at his hands, the thick veins on the canvas now brought to life by the warmth of his drink. He takes mental note of your observation, clearing his throat, and shifting slightly, but notably more towards you as opposed to further away. He wants you too, there's no denying.

"Listen, Sweets," Steve sighs. "It kills me to say that... even though I'm very much attracted to you, I don't think entertaining this any further is a good idea."

"I'm very much attracted to you too," is all you say.

You hope he takes the bait. If Steve wants you enough, he's sure to choose batty lashes over logic any day.

"I mean, I feel a connection, I really do," Steve adds. "But with all of this 'he said', 'she said' bullshit, it's only a recipe for disaster."

"I totally agree," you nod along. "It's messy."

"Spicy, if you will."

"Almost forbidden," you bite the fruit.

"Tempting..." Steve's tone darkens, complementing your previous statement. "But because of Eddie and Isabelle, I feel like we just need to leave it at that. Because they're our best friends, we shouldn't pursue anything with each other. We can't carry all this drama back home with us."

It seems like Steve was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. His gaze drifts to the ground for a bit, then back up at you, a mix of both hesitation and resolve in his eyes.

"Right..." you concur once again with a firm, respectful, tight-lipped smile. "Gotta stay away from each other. For the sake of our friends."

It's a good thing whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

"Jesus, fuck."

A scream furls at the base of your stomach as you fuck yourself onto Steve's stiff and heavy cock, the back of your thighs red from how aggressively they were slapping against his hips. Shock spreads across your body as you muster yourself up to accommodate him, the exhilaration and intensity of his pumps both euphoric and ruinous at the same time.

"How do you hit it so good every. fucking. time?" you cry out as you take every single one of his blows.

Steve smiles to himself in amusement while you unravel beneath him, brushing his soft lips against the crook between your neck.

“I jus' pay attention,” Steve whispers as he rubs delicate circles against your clit. “And you have every bit of mine, baby.”

"Oh I feel it," you say with a joke-filled whimper. "Goddd...damn..."

"Ha. Funny and cute," Steve huffs, digging himself balls-deep into you. "Guess I won the jackpot."

Hooking your ankles with Steve's now as you reel him in, you begin to clasp at the sheets for both security and leverage. His rock-hard cock and heaving pants are sure to spring you into an eye-scrunching, lip-biting, toe-curling release. And just when you thought you had a good couple of minutes left in you, you feel Steve's fingers sink into the pleasure points of your neck.

He shoves your face down into the mattress.

"'my fucking god I'm cumming!" you scream as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.

Your orgasm splashes against Steve's quads as he fucks you out, his continuous prowling despite BOTH of your evident climaxes turning your legs into a quivering mush. And hitting the sweet spot every fucking time? For a stranger, he knows your body very well. Of course, he might have 'experience' to thank for that.

You're never going back to the college boys again.

A gentle slap on the butt snaps you back from your lust-filled trance. You turn to look at Steve, whose now got a boyish smirk on his face.

"Good morning," you giggle, repeating yourself from earlier.

"Now it is," Steve joins in.

You toss the fluffy comforter over your body while Steve goes to dispose of the condom. While you wait, you take a moment to soak in the elegance of the Encore suite, comparing it to that of yours at the Venetian.

Before you know it, Steve is back at the bedside, reaching into his wallet as he glances periodically over at you.

"What do you want for graduation?" he questions.

"Huh?" you respond blankly.

"On me. I insist."

"Steve..." you chuckle nervously, bringing the comforter further up towards your bare chest. "You really don't have to.''

"I insist," he repeats.

"It makes me feel like your gift is some sort of payment."

Steve's eyes widen suddenly.

"I did not mean for it to be that way, I'm sorry," he gulps. "Gift-giving is just my love language, I've learned."

"Well I'm fine with the anti-roofie bobby pin you gifted me," you blush gesturing towards your purse where it's neatly kept. "That is enough in my book."

"But not enough in mine," Steve counters. "Matter of fact, take a look at this."

You watch as the handsome CEO scrambles across the room in his boxer shorts, all just to retrieve a pen that he graciously hands over to you.

"It's not just any pen," he explains. "It's the audio recording pen."

"Wow," you remark. "It's giving... Russian Spy."

Steve chuckles. "Well when you put it that way..."

"Maybe you are a spy," you shoot him an insinuating wink. "Did someone send you to watch my every move?"

"Mmm, I think you cracked the case," Steve smirks, matching your energy almost immediately. "Can't have a bad girl like you walking around with no supervision."

You feel him melt into you...

"Or consequences," he strains, leaving some delicate kisses at your neck.

The opening of a nearby door interrupts your foreplay for round three. Almost like it's a defense mechanism, you shift instantly, attempting to sink further into the sheets to cover yourself up.

"Morning!" comes a voice. "We're all gonna go get some donuts at the Excalibur do you wanna come wi—JESUS CHRIST!"

Eddie's wife. Taken aback by another presence in the room, Steve damn near collapses onto you to make sure you stay concealed.

"Oh god," Shy Girl remarks. "HAHAHA. This is hilarious."

"Munson," Steve whines, attempting to bury his face in his forearm. "How did you get in here?"

"Uh, joint rooms remember?" she responds. "Also... if you didn't want any visitors you should've made it obvious. Your DND sign was also not on at the main door."

Shy Girl cranes her neck over to you. When she registers who you are, there's a glisten in her eyes; and a profound, wry smile she is merely unable to hide.

"Hey stranger!" she chirps. "Get some good sleep after last night?"

"As much as I was able to," you mumble.

"Ah," she pouts. "It seems like your morning fix made it better though. The invite's still open. Doughy goodness at pretty castle awaits."

Shy Girl turns her head to ensure your clothes are on when your gazes meet again. While she waits, she takes a stroll around Steve's single room, playing around with his hair products and fancy looking e-razor.

Knowing there's absolutely nothing to say, you toss your sweats on and quickly grab your purse. After bidding Steve a silent goodbye, you start towards the door, maintaining your head in the lowest possible position.

"Really?" you hear Steve say to Shy Girl in the room, the ruffling in the background presumably him tossing his clothes on as well.

"What?" she tuts. "She's a cutie pie."

To ensure you don't lose your way, you open Maps to route your walk back to the Venetian. You also take a moment to look at your messages, your heart nearly plunging to your ass when 10 texts from Isabelle await you.

All of them asked where you were.

Frozen in place, you gulp as your trembling fingers think of what to say. And before you can craft your response, the entry door to Steve's room cracks open.

Your body remains paralyzed as Shy Girl emerges from the room, only to walk herself directly one door over. Before you two officially part ways, she says to you,

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret is safe with me."

“Where have you been?!” Isabelle demands the moment you get back to the room.

“Coffee run…” you vaguely reply.

“For two and a half hours?!”

Her agitation is evident. You meander cautiously around the hotel room, careful enough to not make any eye contact because you know Isabelle can crack you like that. But soon, her constant prying makes you agitated.

"I don't know anyone who takes three hours to get a coffee."

“You’ve taken shits longer than that,” you roll your eyes. “And plus you were out like a light, I needed to get some form of a Hot Girl Walk in.”

"At the Encore, huh?"

The air turns cold. Bitter.

"Excuse me?"

You and Isabelle have each other's locations for safety purposes. But now you realize that it seems she checks it more frequently than you thought.

"At 8:04 AM, your location pinged at the coffee shop outside, between the Venetian and the Encore," Isabelle reports, as if you weren't aware. "And then by 9 AM, you were inside the Encore where you remained until now. It's about to be noon. Must've been quite some line for you to stay in that area for so long. Unless you were with somebody."

"What if there were some shops I wanted to check out in the Encore?" you challenge her.

"Like which shops?"

"The shops we don't have here."

"Cute..."

It had been a while since you and Isabelle had an exchange this hostile. Isabelle always speaks to you kindly. But with all of this unraveling, she's feening for just survival. Or an escape. From what though?

Buzz!

Your phone buzzes with a text. Opening the protected message, a smile creeps onto your face when you see who it's from.

Maybe: Steve

When can I see you again?

You:

You free tonight? Maybe we can meet by the gondolas at the Venetian.

Maybe: Steve

👍

You giggle at the simple text. Older men and their vagueness.

“What are you laughing at?” Isabelle pries.

“A meme…” you fib.

You don’t know why you keep lying. Friends don’t lie. But something in your gut tells you you’re trekking dangerous waters. And a part of you, strangely enough, doesn’t want to be rescued.

“Can we talk about last night?” you request, yearning for a civil conversation.

“What’s to talk about?” Isabelle snaps.

“THIS," you explain, gesturing up and down. "You just seem…very shaken up about seeing your ex-husband."

“Anyone would be!”

“Okay I get that, but you don’t have to take it out on me…"

Isabelle is quiet, which allows you to finish your statement.

“Especially because I don’t know the whole story.”

“Eddie just…” your best friend sighs. “Really fucked me up. That’s all I have to say about that.”

"I really wish you would give me more details," you mumble. "I don't have much to work with here."

"Asking your best friend to revisit her TRAUMATIZING past when she's still healing is a little fucked up, don't you think?" is what Isabelle fires back with.

"It's not like that at all! I thought you'd know my intentions by now."

"Touché," she snarkily responds.

"Oh," you exhale sharply.

It's become nearly impossible to deal with. All you've wanted was honesty and all you've gotten was rage. Before it escalated any further, you decide to temporarily remove yourself from the equation.

"I'm gonna step back out for a breather."

You didn't expect your best friend to deflect. "I think that's a great idea."

Refusing to acknowledge Elle any further, you yank the room key off your shared bedside table, shoving it into your purse, and pulling the purse over your shoulder. You take one last glance over at Elle, arms crossed by the window, her current mask now that of a stoic one—no trace of the rage that had filled the air just minutes ago.

But the silence is deafening. Finally, after seemingly like an eternity, she turns to you.

"By the way," Elle snarls. “If you're gonna do what I think you're doing, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want you to regret it."

It's hard to take her seriously given her current state. But somehow, what she says next finds a way to vex you somehow.

"There’s a reason why Steve Harrington can’t bag a chick his age.”

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[evangeline-huntington]

She could have watched and teased them all day - the delight that shone like sugar pieces all over their faces. It was easy to forget the trials of life when children were present. She felt so much like them, so often. Carefree, never careless.

While the children lapped at their spoons like raucous pups, Evie shifted her attention to the woman behind them, who seemed just as rapt with their simple sweetness. To the joke, she replied with a similar laugh; it was always a welcome relief when a patron joined in the fun, instead of demanding service or silence.

"Everyone is encouraged to revisit their childhood in Mayfair Parlor," she beamed, grabbing a handful of spoons to offer the lady a tasting sample - as many as she liked. "How can I serve you, ma'am? Try as many as you like."

Isabel wasn't a mother - yet even though she wanted to be someday so she enjoyed watching the children around her when she could. Sometimes it had that bittersweet feeling when she got to missing her own parents but she got through it. Currently she found herself at Mayfair Parlor hoping for her favorite sweet treat. She smiled at the children in front of her getting their own teaspoons.

''Now is that just to them or us adults as well?'' She asked with a laugh. ''I hope there's some left for someone like me.''

[peacheeeliz]

ROCK YOUR BODY

SYNOPSIS ⤏ a failed attempt at an old tiktok trend results in a very awkward encounter with a fellow idol.

PARING ⤏ idol!san x idol!femreader

GENRE ⤏ smau, romcom, idol au, strangers to friends to lovers, oblivious pining, literally one written chapter that's less than 600 words

FEATURING ⤏ ateez, boynextdoor, yunjin from lsf, keeho from p1h, heeseung and jay from enha, y/n from my empires smau (named yoona for less confusion 🩷)

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ s0meii0 on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, sexual and kys/kms jokes, pls ignore timestamps 💔, a bunch of tiktoks, more to come

PLAYLIST ⤏ rock your body, justin timberlake | diva, beyonce | sticky, tyler, the creator | america has problem, beyonce | bad girls like you, tobii | jump, tyla | i'm yours, isabel larosa | because i liked a boy, sabrina carpenter | talk to me, cavetown | can't get over you, joji

STARTED ⤏ 11.22.2024

STATUS ⤏ complete ♡

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

hiraeth | ateez | others

prologue. WHO IS THIS DIVA

001. fine ass man

002. chronically online

003. what a gentleman 😍😍

004. i say ICONNN

005. i could be a good mother 😔

006. I'M BACK BABY

007. i'm surrounded by idiots

008. IS THAT FUCKING BIG BANG

009. meet u there :)

010. i love the shopping scandal 😍😍

011. y/n world domination

012. joongieeeeee

013. we're just friends

014. YEOSANG

015. ramen time 😏😏

016. pedro pascal

017. IT'S A VALID CONCERN

018. that should be me

019. good night

020. in love with this loser

021. i'm kinda scared

022. i love you (562 wc)

BONUS

bonus 1. cutie patootie

bonus 2. most iconic idol couples

bonus 3. YOU WILL NEVER BE KAI

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ taglist is open!

[ggblasts]

Roommate Assignments for Outer Banks

Please note that if you are playing a character from that show, your characters are more than welcome to go back to their houses.

Floor One:

Room 001: Serena Van der Woodsen & Nate Archibald @serenavxoxo @nathanielxarchibald

Room 002: Ryker Maddox & Mary Bowder @rykermaddoxxo @marryy-bowderxoxo

Room 003: Roxanne Long & Dan Humphrey @roxannelong @danhumphreyx

Room 004: Blair Waldorf & Chuck Bass @xoxoblairwb @chuckbbass

Room 005: Oddette Warren & Milo Rutherford @oddettewarrenxo @milorutherford

Room 006: Jackie Sinclair & Isabelle Montrose @jackiesinclair @bellexmontrose

Room 007: Briar Coleman & Mateo Santiago @thebriarcoleman @iammateosantiago

Room 008: Cassandra Dozier & Ella Hampton @cassandrathegossiper @ellaxhampton

Room 009: Luca Navarro & Asher Maddox @lucanavarro @ashermaddox

Room 010: Tony Salazar & Dean Adler @tonyxsalazarx @iamdeanadler

Floor Two:

Room 001: Frankie & Jordan Barnes @frankiebarnes @jordanbarnes

Room 002: Adrianna Barnes & Amber West @hiadriannabarnes @amberwest

Room 003: Max Wolfe & Vanessa Hernandez @maximusxwolfe @vanessaxhernandez

Room 004: Carter Baizen & Aurora Astor @carterxxbaizen @auroraastor

Room 005: Nico Vance & Sage Edwards @nicovancexo @sageedwardsxo

Room 006: Emir Atlan & Monet de Haan @xoxoemiratlan @monetdehaanx

Room 007: Hanna Marin & Kai Jordans @hannaomarin @kaijordansxo

Room 008: Cassian Holloway & Esmerelda Ortiz @iamcassianholloway @tfesmereldaortiz

Room 009: Reid Thorton & Marylin Sinclair @reidthorton @themarilynsinclair

Room 010: Sawyer Walker & Brittany Andras @sawyerxwalkerx @xoxobrittanya

Floor 3:

Room 001: Callum Thorne & Brandon Adams @callumxthorne @brandonadamsx

Room 002: Imogen Barnes & Quinn Porter @imogenbarnes @quinnxporterx

Room 003: Dylan Jackson & Evelyn Simms @dylanrjackson @xoxoevelyns

Room 004: Sloane Whitmore & Tucker Banks @sloanewhitmore @tuckerzbanks

Room 005: Jenny Humphrey & Dimitri Harrison @jennythegossiper @mfdimitriharrison

Room 006: Cressida Wynter & Sterling Baxter @cressidawynter @sterlingbaxter

Room 007: Posey Albright @pose-y

[cactiflowering-archived]

good morning, everyone!

isabelle icons, rb + credit if used c: nso official art ; for @lavendergalactic's 100 event! day 001 - an edit from your childhood movie/game/show etc!

[mackmontgomery]

"Damn, you sucked the romance right out of it," Mack says with a wrinkle of his nose, though it was a good thing. Too lovey-dovery of a setting -- even just in his own perception -- and he found himself hurtling backwards into a mindset he was doing his best to claw his way out of.

"If you're down to hit the slide with me then let's fucking go."

He doesn't wait for further confirmation, taking off instead to where the slide was in the hopes that they could swing getting to go down it at the same time.

@izzyxalamilla

“True. I mean, there are more romantic things out there than making out on a Ferris wheel during a carnival. Although carnivals aren’t the most romantic settings in general, there’s always that faint smell of vomit.” Izzy made a face of disgust before moving on.

“There’s always the slide, like you said.” She grinned and honestly kind of wanted to go on the slide herself.

@mackmontgomery

[siamesedrea]

RPs.

Asian fcs.

FearedStreet: Dian Sastro

ToBeBarbs: Roseanne Park

80seoulvibe: Roseanne Park

projectantinomy: Roseanne Park

CrackedCookies: Jennie Kim

BratzDarl: Jennie Kim

Heartunnel: Jennie Kim

MemoriesInStage: Jennie Kim

StartWithFriend: Jennie Kim

BooksofOurs: Jennie Kim

Theunnoticed: Jennie Kim

RetourBurner: Myoui Mina

catcafetaria: Chiquita

SevenInLoop: Lalisa Manoban

lettredeamour: Song Zia

J3_3llybish: Meenoi

OurPinkTape: Chaerin Lee

HopefulMessage: Bae Sumin

Western fcs.

Lethalrebels: Taylor Swift

WRNOTSTRANGERS 003: Taylor Swift

SweetNeighbours: Taylor Swift

WashiMachi: Taylor Swift

AtLoveSickest: Taylor Swift

SocietyofPapers: Sadie Sink

Queenslads: Lola Tung

LifeInPieces: Robert Downey Jr

AtMaranello 001: Charlotte Sine

KSilhoutte: Charlotte Sine

TheNoirLens: Natalia Dyer

NYC99TH: Kiernan Shipka

TheNormalFolk: Lucas Bravo

Herzstopper: Sydney weeney

LondonAthleti: Lily Muni He

TheLottoChateau: Alex Albon

Cinepoeme: Kennedy Walsh

Principeople: Kennedy Walsh

e_the_realm: Jessie Mei Li

AtMaranello 002: Susie Wolff

Amourestivo: Josephine Langford

Aerumnoisy: Joanna Kuchta

Lol1nFive5: Alexandra Saint Mleux

Cinemalgia: Emma Stone

Giggleties: Victoria de Angelis

PrestigePass: Bill Skarsgard

Fortitudence: Theo James

SweetzFlash: PinkPantheress

HeartIandHaven: Kali Uchis

711Michigan: AnneAtMCGN

@Aaaancur2an: Max Verstappen

Duniacupang: Max Verstappen

Fortitudence: Rudy Grazziani

Lovelessvals: Chappell Roan

Im_raw_at_us: Paul Mescal

soulensade: Léa Seydoux

RNRXSTAR: Hayden Anhedönia

Callesenopati: Matt Maltese

TheDriftKnights: Emma Fuente

Fictional fcs.

Coloratoera: Ryomen Sukuna

taleofdisney: BOOOtales

MCUNlVERSE 001: PepperMVU

Valdelobos: ResidentJims

SeaOfVoyage: PiratieElena

THEIAMFORCE: Amy Dunne

ReviverRealm: Regina George

SerafinaTales: Benjamin Wallace

FlameOfValyria: Cersei Lannister

Caretakers.

StereoMidnights: James (Jake Gyllenhaal)

LegallyStarring: Elle Woods (Reese W)

Lakesbox: Augustine (Gracie Abrams)

Aboveoridinary: Atlas (Minsik)

Starthelude: Ego (Bella Hadid)

Loversoulse: Miss Americana (Taylor Swift)

5FirstLetters: Lara Jean (Lana Condor)

PageofDiaries: Dorothea Rosewood (Ryujin)

StarringLand: Mia Dolan (Emma Stone)

HatredSummer: Isabel Conklin (Lola Tung)

BrickableYork: Betty (Sabrina)

Loveratrope: Liz Buxbaum (Kennedy)

AtMaranello: Coach Lissie (Lissie)

Filesof500: Smith (faceless)

DistrictsRevolt: Lucy Gray & Katniss Everdeen

Goofygroves: Jack (Hozier)

505ROMCOMS: Jenna Rink (Jennifer G)

fedmisery: Camden (G-Eazy)

ErasToure: Augustine (Gracie)

Scrooddles: Dominique (Bella Swan)

Dr3am_0ut_l0ud: Cara (Emma D'Arcy)

MidwestPunkClub: Thorn (Chappell)

trumanscript: Miranda (Olivia Cooke)

DressToRebels: Roxanne (Gabbriette)

MessyFunkies: Leon (Elijah Hewson)

Blond87Site: Tyrell (Frank Ocean)

Wwerdprojects: Wayne (Park Chanyeol)

TheGrandMendls Gustave (Ralph Fiennes)

SonderInTraffic Roger Douglas (Jake Peralta)

Open RPs.

Jendeufs / Jondeukie / Jenniebubyjane.