"Jackie isn’t her cool, collected self—she trails behind Claire on the way to the kitchen, her eyes wide, and Claire feels exposed by the clothes. Like without the protective shell of a skirt, Jackie will somehow see whatever strange force has been twisting at the apex of her thighs lately."
Had to laugh at this. If you've been a supercorp fic reader of this author you just know. Jazz doing Jazz things
— Jan 11, 2026 09:33PM
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