⠀ ⠀ 𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸𝐿𝒜𝒞𝐸 𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢. —————— 𝛙 —————— advanced literate. possible mature themes and triggers, nsfw. avenger with a pretty cool trident. ships with chem. crossover friendly. oc of 10+ years. MDNI. ⠀ ❤︎/↺

i could feel how lonely you truly are.

Does the woman lack the ability to do her research? Reese has nothing desirable to offer in exchange for Phoebe's silence.

Such a fun and thrilling little game, truly. Fine, she'll bite.

Of course it is. And there she turns up, card in hand while the other knocks timidly on that hotel room door. A scowl on her face, though her apprehension is given away by unsettled eyes.

Her jaw clenched at the sight of her potential blackmailer. Nerves shoved down momentarily to make room for something else. "I didn't exactly have much of a choice."

|| I’m still feeling unwell from who knows what. Until that changes, DMs are open if anyone wants to plot — or even start something in DMs. Otherwise, I’ll just be lurking. 💛

ᅠ — 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞. ᅠ

And she’s off — to soak up some rays by the pool.

A reddish tint appears across her cheeks, an attempt made to conceal it by reclining further within that seat. “I’m more of a whiskey or vodka kind of gal.” Reese admits, followed by another taste.

At last, her veil provided by those dark sunglasses is removed. Eyes squinting briefly as they adjust, while the shades go perched atop her head. "Sadly, no..." She makes a discreet head motion in the direction of the pool, a few college age adults acting rowdy within it. "You?"

Reese stands for a moment, buttons of her shirt easily popped open, before the piece of clothing gets shrugged off of shoulders. “And you couldn’t do that if I were alone?” An eyebrow raise, lowering herself back into the seat again. The dark green bikini top now on display.

“You don’t know my friends.” She laughs, one leg hooking over the other in those black shorts. And the reaction from the other woman isn’t lost on her. In fact, it’s precisely the reason for discarding the shirt. A test of sorts. “They can be a little— 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦.”

Go on, elaborate.

Coward.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 on the 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 . ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

The possessive grasp of a hand around her upper thigh certainly isn’t helping focus. Removing it would be much appreciated.

At least they’ve almost arrived at their destination. She’s worked hard for that car— won’t be allowing so much as a scratch to its paint.

A rare — quiet moment to herself.

A protective hold around the mug she’s cradling like a lifeline. Just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes— it’d only serve in fueling Bonnie further. “If I say yes?”