#lostintra

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain @lostintra

[somethingscft]

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it’s been a week since maliq had been back from his trip. he hadn’t even invited any friends over, let alone any one of his louder guests. he didn’t want to think his neighbor’s recent visit was the reason behind his sudden celibacy, blaming his constant thoughts about athena on how out-of-line she was. it definitely had nothing to do with the number of times he’d imagine how perfectly her pillowy lips would fit with his or how smooth her flawless complexion would feel against his fingertips. “fuck this,” maliq pushed himself up from his massive sectional, pausing his insecure rewatch. if he fucked her once, he’d be over it. he just needed to get athena out of his system.

after slipping on some slides, he made his way next door and pressed a hesitant finger to her bell. nearly midnight, it wasn’t exactly the time a neighbor asked for sugar — at least the kind you baked a cake with. maliq didn’t know what to say when she opened the door; there was so many things, but he started with, “miss me?” having a feeling that would cause her to shut the door in his face, he pressed a wide palm against the it. “i just wanted to see how you slept…if you needed any help tonight?”

[thefvrious]

when bowie leaves hasan (@lostintra) in the lobby, he is light on his feet with excitement for the proposal he is bringing to his people — representative, agent, pr manager, mother, etc, etc, etc. when he comes back down, all that energy has been zapped from him and he hardly even looks at his body guard as they make their way back out of the building. flash! his picture is taken, and he's really not in the mood, just shirks away from it and slides into the SUV when hasan opens the door for him. bowie sighs, leans his head back, and pinches the bridge of his nose. the only only good thing that can happen right now is to chase his disappointment and upset away with something else, something satisfying. "think we're going to have to doordash about a million different kinds of junk." he says because it's just about the only way he allows himself to indulge. his head is on the back of the chair, his eyes on the other man who has, admittedly, taken on more than just the burden of protecting the popstar's body. "are you hungry?"

[ghostsxagain]

@lostintra asked: “You’re pregnant?”

Leon wanted to take it back as soon as the words left his mouth. In actuality he wasn't ready to tell anyone yet, especially not this early. But he knew his friend would have questions about him suddenly not shopping at the dispensary anymore or refraining from joining him for a smoke for the next couple months. "Yeah... You heard me right. Please don't make me say it again." Leon's usually sunny demeanor was swapped out for a cloudy one. Truthfully he was absolutely fucking terrified. "The worst part is that Peter really didn't care when I told him. We're still broken up and he's not planning on moving back so I'm doing this by myself." He hated the way his throat tightened as he spoke; the way his eyes burned with the threat of tears. He'd always been a crier but lately it had been dialed up a notch (or twelve). "He told me to keep him updated but he doesn't even want to come to the doctor's appointments. It's a real shitshow, Gael. How hard are you judging me right now?"

[thefvrious]

@lostintra said -> ❝When your family asks you how you broke your nose, tell them it was a kite surfing accident.❞

"Fuck you, I'm not saying that shit, I'm telling them exactly what happened." Ursula replies from the backseat of the car where she sits bleeding as Eight drives her to the hospital — she's in need of a resetting. "Maybe you shouldn't be so easily spooked, you know? People are going to come up behind you and speak sometimes... don't be so, so... trigger happy!"

[thefvrious]

@lostintra said -> ❝The smoke was green from some of the butt plugs, and it smelled like pool toys.❞

Three stares, deadpan, at her brother as he explains what she had just walked in, and then promptly out, on. "Riiiiight." She draws it out, narrows her eyes at him, and continues petting Eyeball, her second oldest cat. "You gonna tell us why you were burning sex toys on my fire escape?"

[thefvrious]

@lostintra said -> ❝Being bad like some bitch in an ‘80s movie.❞

Chris is staring at Nine, all grins, nodding their head along as she speaks, like every word she says is golden. In the book of life that Chris writes, Nine's words would be in red like Jesus in the Bible. "Yeah... you're always a bad bitch, like Regina George, but... like, cooler. And people, like, for real like you... you know?"

[thefvrious]

❝God dang, why do you gotta kick my gift horse in the mouth right now?❞

"Sorry, Franks." Chey says, wincing slightly at the implication. "I didn't mean to look, er... kick your gift horse in the mouth, I just really don't know what I'm going to do with this." And it's kind of crude, but that's just the sense of humor Frankie has, Chey supposes. "Y'know, your feelings don't trump my embarrassment at having received a... a..." He trails off, looking around like to make sure they're alone, and drops his voice down to a whisper, "a dildo in public."