#i wanna take a bunch of pills and scream and cry and throw things and argue and just LET GO

[succulent-ghoul]

Terzo x disabled ghoul reader

This is so bad I feel bad and I need soup

Cw/tw for weed

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Today had been awful, you were in pain and you couldn't get out of bed because you'd crumple like paper and die. You knew bad days could get worse but this was nightmarish, the idea of even movie made you wanna cry. Everything hurt, and no one was here to help.

No one checked in on you all day, not even when you missed practice, or when you missed your daily lunch time tea, nobody came to ask if you were okay. And the fact that no one noticed or Atleast checked on you made you feel so lonely it makes you wanna scream.

In reality the ghouls were feeling everything you were feeling and barely any of them could stomach it, you hadn't really remembered much about ghoul life when you became topside, your summoning went awry and so your memory got screwed.

So you didn't really remember that moods and feelings when strong enough are infectious, the negative energy you had was screwing with all the ghouls to the point where practice was cancelled because everyone was so miserable. Even the ghouls in other dens were a bit moody.

Terzo was pissed practice was cancelled and needed to fix the source of the problem, immediately noted all Copia's ghouls were doing the worst. So he asked Copia's ghouls where he should go to which they all pointed towards your room in the den.

Terzo marches into your room and is hot with a wave of disbelief. Your room is ridiculously cozy, and you seem to be ridiculously in pain. Your floors are covered in old shitty carpets to cover the cold uncomfortable stone bricks that the majority of the den's are made of. The bed is covered in pillows and blankets but mostly stuffed animals as you flip over to face Terzo.

Your face says everything. It says you are in pain and that you can't take it anymore because it's more than just physical pain it is emotional mental and you look like your about to lose it. Terzo closes the door and locks it and without another thought gets into bed with you and holds you close.

He pulls you into him and squeezes you lightly and kisses the top of your head, he slowly pets your head and murmurs calm reassurances. You feel less alone listening to Terzo's heart while he lets you cry your heart out into his old papal robes.

"I'm sorry you're in pain fratello, you do not deserve this." His voice is calm and reassuring as he starts to rock the two of you gently. "Dear, is it alright if I leave for a minute, I think I have something that will help." You look up at him and nod and terzo rushes out of your room.

You wait and wait until terzo throws your door back open. Hes holding a bizarre erray of things. A stuffed animal, a dab pen, a large thermos, and a bunch of pill bottles. "I have weed, warm fresh chicken noodle soup, a bunch of pain pills and a heated and weighted stuffed animal." Terzo says with some pride as to how he got all of these things so fast.

The first thing you do is squeeze the warm weighted axolotl he picked up. You sit up almost screaming from the pain in your back, and down one of each pills from the pill bottles Terzo brought and taking Atleast three hits off the dab pens. After all that you hold your arms out and pout until terzo holds you again.

You down your soup while laying on Terzo's chest and slowly fall asleep listening to his heartbeat while he combs through your hair.

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #terzo emeritus #papa terzo #terzo #terzo x reader #terzo x male reader #terzo x disabled ghoul reader #terzo x disabled reader #terzo x ghoul reader #terzo x gender neutral reader #terzo x female reader #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #papa 3 #my insides and my outsides hurt #cw weed #tw weed #tw use of substances #cw use of substances

[strawbxrryneptune]

Hood Bakugo gives me life.

I NEED you to write about the whole UA gang in the hood because this was just *chefs kiss*

Easily in my top 5 fav fics of all time ♥♥♥

Idk what you mean by whole UA gang but here's a lil smth smth

♡♡

Bakugou in the hood is beautiful. Dating him is like a religious experience tbh. He's definitely the plug/dealer everyone's afraid of. If you owe him money or anything, I pray for you. He does not take shit lightly, you will leave his place with 4 missing toes, and if you don't pay your debt by the end of the week, you won't have any legs 🤷🏾‍♀️. Carries a glock around all the time, but you wouldnt know cause he hides it. Has a temper but it's not as bad as it used to be when he was just starting out. He sits back and watches, the kind of gangsta that doesnt do the whole 'gang signs for everything' type shit, and he's not soft. For you, yeah. For his bros, sometimes, but if he needs to kill a bitch he won't hesitate.

He loves ass. Like if you walk into his crib and you're wearing shorts??

Game over.

He'll push you down onto the plush carpet of his office and make you suck him off while he takes drags of a blunt, offering it to you while you gag around him. If you accept, he'll have you blow rings around his cock while you suck it, then when he's about to cum he'll pull you off and fuck you from the back, grabbing at your ass and cursing into the air.

Gives you a smack on the ass and a bunch of rolled hundreds so you can go shopping. Get as much shit as you want, but at the end of the day you better be in his bed.

♡♡

Denki's headass is a fake hood nigga . He's probably a super senior (got held back lmfao) cause he kept getting caught either blowing bitches backs out in the stairwell or hot boxing the bathroom. When he was in high school, he was def the type to put a speaker in his backpack and blast NBA youngboy. He throws gang signs in the hallways, not even knowing what some of them really mean.

He's been shot at multiple times.

The only reason he's not always in trouble is cause he and Bakugou grew up together. No one fucks with Bakugou's crew.

He has an unhealthy obsession with tits for sure. He sees you in a tank top or an off the shoulder and hes pulling you to a secluded corner and kissing you breathless, hands tugging and pinching at your chest.

Loves when you ride him cause he can watch your tits bounce.

Even if you dont have big ones, he still loves them, sucking at your nipples and rubbing up and down your stomach.

Leaves lots of marks.

Would die for you. Has threatened to shoot your parents for making you cry, even though all he has is a pocket knife.

Has to beg Bakugou for a glock.

♡♡

Sero is the plug. Like, Bakugou does some runs for him occasionally but Sero has everything. He's always in this really ratty recliner with a pitbull at his feet, smoking a blunt and playing some dumbass game.

He has so much money constantly, its crazy.

Even tho what he does is against the law in so many ways he's friends with all the neighborhood cops. Mans never gets in trouble LMAO.

He and Bakugou are the ones who run shit.

He loves thighs. Around the house you're only allowed to wear short shorts and thigh thighs. Or, even better, naked with thigh thighs 👀

Sadly, the last option is virtually impossible cause there's always people coming in and out.

But when he isnt working, he loves to lay you down and feast on you, making you play his game or try to finish his blunt without choking or losing.

Goes down on you for hours, won't even fuck you unless you beg for it.

Doesnt give a shit about himself when it comes to you :((

♡♡

Kirishima isnt a part of the hood LMFAO

Hes like that one friend who everyone loves but doesnt belong there.

Like Jaden, Shawn, Daeshawn, and Mark.

We love Mark.

Kiri was Bakugou's childhood best friend. He and Bakugou went on different paths, and Bakugou is a growing gangsta while Kirishima is manager in training at Game Stop.

He doesn't smoke often but when he does it's really fun.

Gets the gang discounts at the store, even tho they can all afford to buy the entire Gamestop chain.

That's why Sero has every new Play Station, Balugou has every Xbox, Denki has all the Legend of Zelda merch, Mina has a bunch of cute plushies.

He always comes in clutch 😫

He loves everything about you.

Like he cant pick a favorite body part, but loose clothing (sundresses, baggy clothes, his clothes??) Makes him lose his mind.

He will lift up whatever you're wearing finger you till your creaming all over him, then slide home and make your legs shake for days.

Feral Kirishima is not a common thing, hes usually sweet and doting, the ultimate service dom, but wear his shirt with some thigh highs or a garter belt?? Or even his uniform shirt ??

R.I.P that pussy, ayyy

♡♡

Mina is literally the most fun out of all of them.

She always has some type of substance on her, a little flask, some weed in a cute baggy, some suspicious pills, you name it.

Always dresses in juicy merch.

Shes always wearing those silky sweat outfits with the crop jackets, with a gold chain and some filas.

Nails always done, hair always done.

Ms. Girl can fight, period.

Will and has beat a bitch for you.

Don't get her mad. She angry cries, and will swing on you if needed.

She also loves everything about you, but she be staring at your ass a lot.

Doesnt care what you're wearing, she will smack it.

Shes usually more domineering. Shes definitely a switch, but she takes control in the way that she knows what she wants and she'll guide you through it, even if shes "subbing"

Loves going down on you.

She gets insecure sometimes when you wanna eat her out, but always shakes in pleasure at the end of the night, manicures nails scraping down your back and scalp as she screams your name.

You literally have no idea what she does or where she goes when she disappears randomly, but she always has cash.

No one asks questions tho

♡♡

Let me know if you want a Dekusquad or individual fic/drabble :)

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #denki kaminari smut #denki smut #denki x reader #denki imagine #mina thirst #mina ashido smut #mina x reader #mina imagine #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero smut #kirishima thirst #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut

[greenninjagal-blog]

Deja Vu

I spent some time thinking about Remus having the superpower to see the future and this happened, whoops. Might write more if I get some free time.

Summary: Remus sees the future and it often involves Roman’s death.

Words: 2284

Quick Taglist: @chelsvans @faithfulcat111 @felicianoromano @holliberries @jemthebookworm @killerfangirl3 @lunasfriendgabby @never-end1ng-suffering @silverflame-wc @stricken-with-clairvoyancy @thenaiads @treasureofpriam

TW: Death, attempted murder, not being believed/listened to, unhealthy sibling relationships,

Read on Ao3 || My general Writing Masterlist

Remus is eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman the first time he sees his brother get run over by a car.

He’s eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman and its the middle of the day in summer and Roman has on bright red sneakers that match his favorite jacket. They’re on their front lawn because Mom said they were being too loud and they can’t decide on a game to play because Roman wants to play Wizards and Knights and Remus wants to play Escape from Monkey Island. Roman calls him a name, a mean one, a childish, dumb, cruel one that would mean nothing in a year, a month, a week, a minute. Remus picks up the ball by his knees and throws it as far as he can, because he doesn’t want to be the wizard who fights the knights again.

The ball hits the ground, bounces twice and drops off the curb right into the street.

And the teenager driving the silver sedan is going twenty over the speed limit because they still believe nothing bad can ever happen to them.

Remus is eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman.

Roman is on the ground and not moving and not breathing. 

The silver sedan screeches to a stop ten feet past, ten feet too late, ten feet. And everyone is screaming: The teenager who just ran over Roman, the neighbor who had been mowing their lawn, Mom who came sprinting from the house. 

And then Remus is eight and only ten minutes younger than Roman because Roman is dead in the middle of the road. 

That’s the first time.

When he blinks, the vision is gone and Roman is in front of him calling him a mean, childish name and Remus has the ball in his hand ready to throw and a grey sedan is turning down their street going far too fast--

And Remus stumbles back and falls off his feet. His butt hits the ground hard and before he even knows what he's doing he's sobbing.

Roman twiddles over him with a bunch dumb, stupid apologies because he thinks that Remus is crying over name calling.

Not because he saw himself throw a ball towards the road and Roman died, or he threw it softer and Roman was quick enough that he survived to hear the ambulance arrive but not to make it to the hospital, or he threw it towards the house and it broke a window and Remus got grounded, or he threw it at Roman and it left a bright red mark that Remus got sent to his room for, or he dropped it and it fell in the gutter and Roman didn't talk to him for a week--

And Remus doesn't know how to explain it to anyone. He doesn't stop sobbing until Roman is grounded for making him cry and he's bundled under a mountain of blankets with Mom right next to him holding him tightly and whispering softly in his hair. When Dad comes home and joins the hug, he asks Mom what happened and she can’t answer any better than Remus can.

They talk about keeping an eye on him, about doctors, and therapy and the words quite literally go over his head. Every time that Remus closes his eyes sees the bumper of the grey sedan, and his head echoes with the sound of his brother’s body hitting the ground again and again and again.

He’s eight and only eleven minutes younger than Roman when he first sees his brother die. 

There’s no explanation for it. No reason why. But it happens again and again and again: Roman goes running around the pool and slips on the concrete turning the water red, Remus gives him a playful shove off the play set and he hits the ground just wrong enough that he never gets back up, they leave their shoes on the stairs one time too many and Remus finally knows why Mom is always so insistent that they not do that.

Mom and Dad take him to the nice doctor, who tells him these pills will help him get better.

They don’t.

Even though he wishes they would so badly. He clings to the hope that every time they change the number of pills or the amount of them or the type of them that he’ll stop seeing his brother die or get hurt or cry.

(Its not just his brother: Dad falls off the ladder while putting up Christmas lights, Mom gets scared by a spider and hits her head on the cabinets, the next door neighbor and his wife get into a fist fight, his teacher chokes on a sandwich,---)

By the time he’s ten he knows the truth: He isn’t going to get better. There are no magic pills that will save him, no amount screaming or crying or begging that will make the visions stop coming, nothing.

“Remus!” Mom cries frustrated, when he won’t let her leave for work on time because there’s ice on the deck and she’s going to fall. “You’re too old to be doing this!”

Too old to be crying about every time his family gets hurt, too old to be worried about things that can happen, might happen, won’t happen. He’s too old for anyone to believe him when he says he knows whats going to happen.

In the middle of the night, he wonders what will happen if he runs away.

And that’s when it starts: the vision of Remus in the pajamas he’s currently wearing packing his dinosaur bag with t-shirts and pants and Roman’s jacket and sneaking down the stairs only to be caught by Dad who was up for a midnight snack; the vision of him in the pajamas he’s currently wearing packing his dinosaur bag with t-shirts and pants and Roman’s jacket and struggling to get his window open, which wakes up Roman who starts crying loudly and Dad comes running; the vision of Remus packing nothing and running down the stairs to hug Dad; the vision of Remus rolling over and going back to sleep--

That’s when it starts to make sense.

Remus is ten and eleven minutes younger than Roman when he realizes he can pick and choose what vision he wants to happen of the millions of ones he can see all in his head in that instant. 

When Remus pulls Roman back before he gets scratched by the neighborhood wild cat he smiles and tells Roman, “I’ve seen it before!”

“Oh! Like Dejavu,” Roman says and Remus doesn’t correct him.

He stays closer though, watching and wondering what happens if “x”, and preventing bad things from coming to them. When the seventh grade bullies coming looking for them, Remus convinces Roman to follow him to the theater room to hang out; when there’s the pop quiz that no one studied for he memorizes the answers from the version of reality where he steals steals the smartest kids paper; when it snows Remus doesn’t shove a snowball down Roman’s back because he knows that it will cause him to get sick.

“Hey Roman!” Some kid in eighth grade says during lunch, “Wanna hang out?”

And Roman who is fourteen and only eleven minutes older than Remus grins brightly, “We’d love to!”

And Remus sees every version of how the conversation goes: Every version where that nameless senseless kid shrinks back and awkwardly admits the invitation doesn’t extend to Roman’s crazy weird brother, where Roman gets angry and mad and destroys his own reputation, where Roman falls to peer pressure and admits Remus is pretty weird---

“Nah!” Remus says before anything can actually happen, “I don’t wanna hang out! Ro, you go ahead.” (Because he’s seen ahead and knows that Roman comes back bursting with excitement and happiness and really thats all Remus has ever wanted for him, isn’t it?)

Even if the whispers through the highschool begin because of it. Remus can take a few rumors, a few snide remarks, a few isolations, to make his brother happy.

“He’s on drugs you know,” One girl says once Roman is out of earshot. Always out of earshot. “Totally crazy.”

“The way he looks at everyone is creepy.”

“Sometimes he acts like he already knows what people are gonna say and its annoying.”

Remus never felt the need to experiment with his power that much. 

“Just leave me alone, Remus!” Roman yells when they are seventeen years old and only eleven minutes apart.

“I’m not gonna let you go to that party!” Remus yells back.

“You don’t control me!”

“You’re going to do something stupid!” Remus snaps back, “You’re going to get drunk, and then drugged and then--”

“I’m not gonna get drunk! I’m not even gonna drink!” Roman throws back.

“Yes you are!” Remus snarls because he’s seen it time and time again, the way that Roman loves attention the way that he becomes pliable the second an older boy looks at him and compliments his hair and the second he’s convinced to have just one drink. Remus has seen the way his own knuckles look bruised and broken against the skin of those college kids that had looked so cool, the way that metal handcuffs feel as he’s loaded into the back of a police car with the sounds of two ambulance sirens wailing over the music.

He’s seen this, seen the way it ends if Roman goes to the party with or without Remus.

He’s always been able to see the way it goes.

“Shut up!” Roman yells.

And that--- that is not what he’s supposed to say.

“Shut up, Remus!” Roman yells, again. “You’re just mad because I got invited and you didn’t! I’m sorry I have friends, Remus! I’m sorry they like me more than you! Maybe if you weren’t such a freak you would have been invited too!”

Remus doesn’t know what to say. It feels a lot like he was shoved on stage without being told what show they’re preforming.

Roman shoves by him, which is not something that Remus saw him do in any of the visions. Why hadn’t he seen this version of the future? Why wasn’t this going as expected?

“Roman--”

Roman whips around to face him, and his red in the face, bursting with angry and emotions and Remus feels himself get angry too. 

“I don’t need you!” Roman spits like hellfire is in his veins.

“Yes you do!” Remus shouts back, because he can’t even count the number of times that Roman almost got hurt this week. There’s a terrible taste in the back of his throat, like fresh squeezed limes and hot sauce that makes his head pound. It makes him want to laugh, want to cry, want to pick something up and throw it, but his future visions are all messed up and nothing works--

“You can’t see the future, Remus!” Roman says and it sounds like he’s wanted to say it for a long time.

Remus is seventeen years old and only eleven minutes younger than Roman, when oh. 

When he realizes that he’s far too old to cry over watching Roman die, far too weird to get any friends at school, far too much to keep having Roman believe him when he says anything.

It’s Deja Vu. Its Coincidence. Its a trick and a joke and nothing more than that.

Oh.

Roman doesn’t know a single thing about him, doesn’t know how much time Remus put into making sure everything great happens for him, doesn’t know how much of himself Remus gave up for Roman to be happy. He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know.

And Remus, with his blood boiling because Roman was his brother and clearly he didn’t feel as strongly about Remus as Remus felt about him, wonders what would happen if he punched Roman in the jaw--

They end up fighting on the floor in the hall between their rooms, Mom and Dad come running and Remus gets grounded while Roman gets to go out to the party with a black eye.

--if he shoved Roman down the stairs--

Roman screams as his arm breaks and he spends the night in the ER, Remus is grounded and Roman stops talking to him for a very long time.

--if he grabbed the snowglobe on Roman’s desk and slammed it into Roman’s head--

He topples to the ground, screaming glass and silver sparkles shatter all around them like pretty little snowflakes, Mom and Dad come running and the screaming doesn’t stop.

--if he fit his hands around Roman’s neck and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed--

Roman claws at Roman’s hands, but he’s too off balance, too surprised, too unprepared. He gasps for air and it takes longer in the real life than it does in the movies for Roman’s pretty brown eyes to roll back in his head and his pulse to flutter to a stop and Remus keeps hold him for three minutes more before he lets go and Roman is… Roman was… suddenly there’s only ten minutes between them, nine, eight.

Remus digs his nails into the doorframe of Roman’s room. He laughs.

“Fine,” Remus chokes on his laughter, his mouth tasting like his own stomach acid. “Fine, go to the party, Ro. I’m done caring.”

“Good!” Roman yells.

The door slams in Remus’s face and he can’t stop laughing about it. He drags his fingers through his hair and laughs all the way to his room, gasping for breath as he empties his backpack of school work and notebooks and everything. 

Remus is seventeen. 

And he runs away from home.

(Part two)

#sanders sides #Remus Sanders #roman sanders #sympathetic remus #superpowers #deja vu au #attempted murder #talk of deaths #but really this is remus #I thought far too long about remus being able to see the future okay #I have a whole plot figured out for this

[kilibaggins]

so I loved your last post with parents Murphamy but how about mpreg Murphamy

Somebody request a Fic of these Headcanons so I don't feel bad writing something that not a Request 😂😂

OOOOO OKAY OKAY

I was hoping someone would ask this 😂😂

THE ENDING IS SUPER CHEESY WOW

Okay so, I'm not really used to Mpreg so I googled some stuff and like... Imma do the whole "Another Hole Opens When Pregnant" thing... Lol

Mentions of Abortion Consideration and Almost going through with it. Spoiler Alert: No actual Abortion.

The way it is written is not meant to shame or belittle anybody's choice. It is simply to show what he could choose to do, and what he Personally does.

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Murphy is the one who gets Pregnant

Hes like "the fuck" cux hes never heard of this happening before

According to Abby it's a very rare case that happens with some people who are born on the Ark.

So he was born with the ability to do this

They didn't know

He gets prego.

And wow Murphy is TERRIFIED

He doesn't want to tell Bellamy because well... He's just scared

He doesn't really have a logical reason to being scared he just is.

Abby convinces him that its better to talk about it now than actually wait until his stomach starts growing.

She also brings up Abortion as an option.

Murphy is actually surprised that Abby would suggest it, without Bellamy knowing first, it's like she wouldn't have cared id Bellamy had a day or not.

Which I guess Murphy technically decides Bellamy's input doesn't matter that much, considering he takes the pills Abby gives him, then throws them up immediately after.

He realizes he personally couldn't do that to his future child.

He sees this as a fresh start.

A chance to do what his mother didn't do; care.

Murphy has no clue what he was thinking when he ended up in front of Bellamy's tent with the empty Pill packets In hand.

He has no clue what he's doing when he opens the tent flap and walks in.

Bellamy is sitting that the small desk they moved in there for the many

Murphy gulps and takes a drop breath and Bellamy is scared immediately.

He looks at Murphy hand and sees the packets and his stomach drops.

"Wh- What's that Murph?"

"I didn't go through with it."

They end up taking for a long time that night about it.

Murphy probably apologizing a million times for even thinking about taking the pills.

Bellamy reassuring him and telling him it's alright, he'd never force him to have this child.

The actual pregnancy is so hard.

Murphy's body (obviously) isn't exactly built completely for carrying a child so he gets really weak at one point.

Bellamy is like 1000000X more Protective.

He scares the shit out of Miller one day by getting in his face all pissed off

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"I- I was just asking him to move over so I could get through."

"Goddamn Babe, Chill."

Bellamy will steal pillows from the medbay when people aren't using them to simply make his tent as comfy as possible for Murphy to be.

C U D D L E S

Okay wow I wanna write so much but I'd have to write a fanfic. I might do it tbh.

Bellamy 100% thinks it's a girl.

Murphy is adamant that its a boy.

Everyone just agrees with Murphy because

1.) Murphy is already scary normally, let alone when he's hormonal.

And 2.) They just think hed know Best since hes actually carrying the kid.

Ut it's mostly Number 1

When it actually comes to the last two months Murphy is forced to stay in the Medbay because hes too weak

Hes too skinny, even though hes pregnant as fuck.

Abby says the baby is taking as much nutrients as possible and Murphy body just naturally doesn't gain fat easily so it's harder.

Murphy is already calling the kid "little parasite".

"He's a little parasite ain't He?"

"SHE'S a little parasite."

The actual birth is terrifying because it's a month early because There were complications with Murphy's body starting to give out.

Bellamy was freaking out the whole time. He Basically ran through camp to go find Clarke and scream at her about the baby coming

(Just had the funniest thought. Picture Bellamy like Manny for the Ice Age movies when his wife is pregnant. He just runs around screaming about the baby coming for a few minutes.)

All the lasting delinquents are trying to cram into the small hallways outside of the room.

Which isn't easy.

LITERALLY THE HALLWAY IS SO FULL IT TAKES BELLAMY FOREVER TO GET THROUGH

like excuse me y'all?? Father coming through?? FUCKING MOVE.

But turns out Bellamy was worried about getting there fast for no reason because honestly Murphy was basically chilling other than the pain.

He wasn't even freaking out, just reacting when he was in pain, and thats it.

Okay, let's be honest. Murphy is freaking out. Just not Outwardly.

He asked Abby to spew a bunch of facts about Male Pregnancy to him so he could concentrate on that instead.

The birth is fairly painful, and dangerous.

Especially considering its a month early, and in Male Pregnancy usually the baby needs the whole amount of time because o how much harder it is.

All of the delinquents are literally never going to mention the crying they hear.

Never. They know they'd die before the word "Murphy" came out of their mouths.

After a long ass time the delinquents hear a babies cry from the room and they all applaud like idiots.

Abby smirks at Murphy when she checks to see, and sure enough.

It's a boy.

Murphy just uses that against Bellamy forever after this but let's not go off topic.

They name him Alex. After Murphy's Dad, and his middle name is Aurora for Bellamy's mom. Yes. He was a "Girls" middle name.

Bellamy And Murphy say fuck your gender roles.

Murphy's the first to hold him and dear God the SPARK IN HIS EYE.

"Hehehehe... H- Hey lil' Parasite."

Bellamy Basically dies and just sits there staring at them both.

The first person to hold him outside of those two (and Abby but let's ignore that)

Is Octavia. She actually cries when she sees her Nephew for the first time.

And then she cries more when she learns his name.

Fast Forward to when Murohy is actually healthy again, and can actually move.

Theyre the most protective parents ever.

Murphy makes sure to threaten people a lot

But also hes super loving and will just hold his baby all night if he has to.

Everytime his fathers name was said before, John Murphy would get violent, depressed, pissed off.

But now he hears the name "Alex" come from the father of his child's mouth. And all he can think is Love.

#john murphy #Bellamy Blake #tw: mpreg #mpreg cw #Mpreg #murphamy fluff #murphamy headcanons #murphamy #bellamy x murphy #Murphy x Bellamy #john murphy x bellamy blake #dad!bellamy #dad!murphy #dad!bellamy blake #dad!john murphy

[fanficobsess3d]

period headcanons

wow I can’t believe I haven’t put out an anime fic yet, damn I really AM behind

this is my first headcanon for ~the boys~ so bear with me, but I just know that these are all fucking canon and yall can @ me 

Also, I’m a little bitch on my period - I’m on it now and lemme just say BOY - so I’m basing this off of my experiences. I have heavy, painful, and emotional periods so….. if you cannot relate just enjoy what could be from the boys of class 1-A

Bakugo

He’s one of the only boys that will know what the fuck is going on with you

His mom is hella loud so it’s obvious that she’d educate her son on it

He may be a prideful asshole, but he was taught to be respectful and educated

He’s also not the type of guy to whine

So be prepared to hear a lot of insults when you whine

“oH mY FuKinh GOODDDDD!!!!” 

“You are so annoying! I don’t sound like that!” 

“Well, I’m so fucking sorry princess, I hate to break it to you, but you do fucking sound like that with your constant bitching!” 

Yeah he highkey roasts you every single time you wanna start whining

But don’t be mistaken, the second you really start to feel the pain he’s genuinely worried

There have been a few times you’ve gotten really bad

You typically start feeling nauseous all day and don’t eat

So you collapse

Curled into a ball on the floor, groaning and moaning

The girls had been with you and hissed with sympathy, but you could already hear Bakugo yelling from the hall

“WhAT THE FUCKKK!”

He instantly scoops you up to hide in a classroom away from everybody 

Setting you on the desk, you can see the worry in his eyes

He knew how you got when you were hit with the monthly hellfire rain waterfall 

So he was prepared for this

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get mad about it

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Y/N!” 

“‘M sorry, Katsuki….” 

You were playing with your thumbs as he lightly knocked against your head with his knuckles with a scoff

“You need to take better care of yourself, dumbass. I feel like my hair’s gonna go gray every damn time you fucking collapse like that.”

“I tried! I felt like I was gonna get sick this morning! And the pain pills don’t work anymore!”

“Then we’ll fucking skip. Next time, don’t wait to tell me that it’s gotten that bad as you fall like a fucking idiot on the goddamn floor. Dumbass.”

You let a small smile slip onto your face

You knew that he had his own way of showing affection, so you couldn’t help it every time he went even the tiniest bit soft on you 

You guys normally skip class after that

You sneak into your dorm to cuddle in your bed with your fuzzy blankets

And yeah you don’t forget the heating pad -- you have Bakugo: the human heater

He keeps a close eye on you the rest of the night, making sure you eat and pumping you full of pain meds to try and keep the pain at bay 

But god FORBID you start crying

He is not the most emotional person so the second you start crying he’s like um

He just curls his hand around the back of your head and pushes your head into his chest

Letting his head fall into the crook of your shoulder as your sobs die down

“God, you’re so fucking dramatic, babe.”

“Shut up! The cat was fucking cute okay?!” 

But he’s still there whenever you need something

Ask him to get stuff from the store for you and yeah he’ll do it

Prepare for the whining and groaning about it though

He’ll literally be on the phone with you the entire time just so he can be petty and grumble about it

But he’ll never admit that seeing you so distressed every month is more scary and stress inducing than literally everything else in his life

Because you’ve become his life 

Not that he’ll tell you that 

As for the sex part, I feel like he’ll only do something if you really ask for it or if you’re pissing him off

He’s a complete control freak, so if you think for a second that he’s gonna let you off after your attitude earlier….

Boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy you’re IN FOR IT

But he knows how much pain you might be in so he’s only gonna do it if the mood’s right 

Otherwise he’s not gonna put any of him near any part of you because he accidentally read the situation wrong once and you freaked and then cried because you told him no 

Yeah, that was a fun conversation

Bakugo was pissed when he found out the background about that answer

But if you are up to it, yeah y’all are going like seven rounds I SWEAR

That boy has the stamina of a fucking rabbit 

Todoroki

This is also the only other guy who’s gonna know about uterus period stuff because of his sister

Yeah, he doesn’t know the specifics as much as Bakugo

But he’s aware of what’s happening 

Honestly I feel like he’s one of the best ones to be around on your period tbh

Yeah, he’s quiet, but that makes your life much much easier when all you want to do is cry and scream at people all day

The second you get mad at something, he gives you that look 

Everything will be fine, calm down 

And it’s like everything is fine 

You also know that he’ll be a little petty bitch if you decide to get mad at him about something

But then you’ll start crying because you didn’t mean to get mad at him and he’ll just smile at you because he knows that you genuinely do feel bad

As for the cramps, he’s already prepared

The second your period hits he just…. Knows 

He knows you so well that he can instantly feel when your personality starts to change

So not even a period later he’s shoving chocolate and a teddy bear with a cute picture of you two, in your face

He does get really worried when the cramps get really bad though

Pain meds don’t really work on you, so the only thing that he can do is massage you with his left side

He knows that the heat helps so anytime your face contorts and your mouth lets out a grunt of pain he’s instantly massaging your stomach or back 

My fatass cANNOT relate but N E WAYS

He’s not as dramatic as Bakugo but yeah, he does get really worried

He gets quieter than usual, if that’s even possible, and he never leaves your side

But that’s more for him than you since he knows that you get so caught up that you forget to take care of yourself sometimes

And he worries about you all of the time

Be prepared for a look if you start whining, though

He’s not really used to that

so if you start taking the immature route

whether because you feel bad or because you want to piss him off

Get ready for intimidating Todo 

He kind of looks at you like you need to remember who you’re talking to.

But he does understand that there are some days when every little thing gets to you

So he’s always prepared to listen

“Why is it that I’m the only person on this planet who suffers!???? I swear to gooddddd my uterus is about to fuckING EXPLODE!!! AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT ITTTT! AAAAAA!” 

“Baby-”

“Oh my god!!! You called me baby!” suddenly you’re bawling again 

He picks you up and sets you in his lap, letting you latch onto his shoulders and neck 

I highkey feel like he’s one of the guys who’d try and help by sex ngl

Like if you’re in his lap for longer than a second

Oop you’re getting it

It’s inevitable 

You really don’t mind tho cause BOY is an orgasm on your period fucking hEAVEN

Shoto’s also a switch so like

Since you’re such a goddamn sub baby on your period, what he says goes

the second you throw a fit, BOOM you’re gettin fucked

he’d prefer if you cry over an orgasm than a shitty dog commercial and that’s the tea on that

Izuku

Little baby over here has no fucking idea what a period is 

he was never really around girls much, so he never really learned

not to mention that schools barely cover it as it is 

He knows it involves blood

He knows it involves your parts????

…. and yeah, that’s pretty much it 

So the second you start complaining about it he gets all blushy and confused

You didn’t have time to explain, so the rest of the day was an adventure for him to try and figure it out

He gets instantly focused

He starts murmuring weird theories and writing down weird stuff as the day goes on

Noticing your weird habits and how you seemed to act like Kacchan

You became impulsive and you cried like four times before the first class ended

Not to mention how many arguments you got into

he was convinced for a wholeass solid period that a demon had literally possessed you

He was very, very, confused

But he wanted to find out why you were like that 

Later on, you sat him down and explained everything 

Granted, he blushed like a little school boy and it was an awkward conversation on his part

But you were irritated because it was so annoying to have to explain it to every boy ever 

but you were just glad that he was respectful about it

He felt bad that you had to sit down and explain something so normal and commonplace to him

then you felt bad because you didn’t mean to be mean to him 

or make him feel bad

Yeah, you started crying again

But now he understands everything and he feels, like, really bad

He doesn’t get why it’s the girls that have to suffer through everything

he also doesn’t understand why nobody pushed for more education about it 

he now understand more of the stigma around women and he feels really bad about that because he genuinely had no idea

And wow you gave him a pat on the back after that came out of his mouth

That got him so lovely bonus points

But he has that glint in his eye that you know very well, and you instantly sweat drop as he begins to mutter ideas to himself 

The next morning you show up to class and he instantly greets you with a hug and chocolate and very cooey gooey words that made Bakugo gag at his desk 

Later on that night, he makes you guys the comfiest blanket fort and sets up a bunch of movies to watch

Every time you cry he borderline cries himself, hugging you to his chest and wrapping you guys with the blankets

Every time you are in serious pain he feels really bad and hovers over you like a mother hen 

One time you collapsed and he instantly picked you up and ran to Recovery Girl in the health center

He genuinely thought you had died or something

But no, the cramps made you nauseous and you didn’t eat so your iron levels dropped really low and you passed out

He instantly freaked and kept shoving food in your mouth for the rest of the week

Now for the sex part 

You were in pain more often than not, so it was a bad idea for anything sexual to happen 

But yeah, you got horny on your period like, half of the time

Somehow the topic of period sex was brought up between you and Izuku and he had no idea that that was a thing 

The look on his face when he realized it was probably the funniest fucking thing ever 

His eyes bulged out of his head like those weird animal pens 

But he actually thought about it and literally a look at you would have you pouncing on him 

It was 50/50 on whether you’d be in the mood, though

Sometimes you just wanted to fuck

Sometimes you wanted to suck his dick until he cried

Other times you just wanted to cuddle his chest 

and, yeah, sometimes you wanted to throw a plate at a wall

honestly i felt that 

After the first time you’d had a successful sexual encounter on your period

You wished him luck on trying to figure out when to do each 

He just looked at you with wide eyes

“Yeah, I’ll just warn you now, because of how wacky my emotions are, if you tried anything like what we just did and I was not in the mood, my uterus would’ve had a royal fit.”

“What do you mean?” he looked at you cautiously

You turned to him, your eyes a dark glint, “I mean, if I’m not in the mood for sex, I’m either going suck you, cry, or punch you. Good luck figuring out when I wanna do each one.” 

He looked at how close you were in proximity and promptly scooted back a few inches, almost falling off of the bed

But you grabbed his arm and yanked him back until he was pushed into your neck 

“Yeah, also you can’t stop cuddling me until I say so, either.”

“... so as long as I do what you ask you won’t kill me, right?”

you had to giggle at that, he was just so naive at times

you hadn’t meant to come off so intimidating, because you were really happen that he was nice enough to take care of you like t

a lot of boyfriends you’d had in the past had been real assholes about it

“H-hey this is serious! How can I take care of you if i’m dead?!?!” 

you turned to look at him 

“That’s your only concern?” there was weird glint in your eye

“... am I supposed to be worried about something else?”

yeah, you jumped him again

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I Told You That I Love You, Please Believe Me

I’M REALLY SORRY, OKAY. 

(Some spoilers for the manga, but an alternate take) Ippo has started showing the signs of being punch drunk. He might be able to come back from it, but he can't do it alone. Luckily, Sendo has never planned on making Ippo do anything alone, if he has any say in the matter.

Cut is for length, not for content. Some reference to sex, but SFW.

Hey, I’m Sendo. Uh, Sendo Takeshi. I ain’t from around here, I’m a pro boxer in Osaka. But, uh, I’ve been here for a while now, so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be in this group, right?

Okay. Okay, good.

I’ve been, um...I’ve been here takin’ care of my boyfriend, Ippo. Aw, shit, fuck, am I allowed to tell you his name? Is this supposed to be one of the anonymous things? Shit.

...no? Okay. Phew. Alright, that’s good.

Anyway.

So like I said, been here for a while. I was supposed to be jumpin’ into my first bout of the season, and the night before I get a call from his ma. ‘It’s about Ippo.’ And my heart sank so hard. In those three seconds, I thought, this is it, this is the call, there was an accident or someone hit him the wrong way, he’s paralyzed, I lost him, what the fuck am I supposed to do now.

But then she starts talkin’ about therapy and meds. And she’s goin’ on about he ain’t doin’ so well with it, and they basically told him he ain’t allowed to come back to the gym without a note from the doctor. But he still keeps tryin,’ and the last time that piece of shit Takamura hit him. Not, like, on purpose I guess but the guy’s an asshole, so. There ya go. 

And she goes, ‘I don’t want you to feel like you have to come, but I don’t know what to do with him. He’s so upset and mad, and the meds help but sometimes he won’t take them.’ She’s cryin’ her damn eyes out, and I stay on the phone with her for two, three hours. I’m supposed to get at least eight or nine hours before a match, but...well...that wasn’t happenin.’

And not only that, but...I stayed up longer, thinkin’ over all of it. I was like, what would that be like for me, huh? What if someone told me I couldn’t even train, let alone fight, and all I had was a bunch o’ punch-drunk fuckin’ energy to kill and nowhere to put it, and I just…

God, Coach was pissed. He was all, “Think about what you’re doing, Sendo! Do you think Makunouchi would want this? He’d want you to keep fighting and doing what you do!”

I just...went off. And I feel bad, ‘cause we haven’t really talked since, and I know it’s probably ‘cause he had to find someone else to fill my spot, or do all the paperwork, but I’m not stupid. I screamed at him. Told him, “This ain’t about what Makunouchi thinks! It’s about what I think! If I leave him all alone to deal with this by himself, I’m a fuckin’ piece of shit, and I don’t deserve him.”

And I left. Packed as much as I could, since I didn’t know when I’d be back, took the first flight, and the train, and I was there the next day.

You would think I was the Buddha himself, the way Ma Makunouchi looked at me when I got there. Hell, she already had a room set up for me where they normally kept fishin’ gear. I wasn’t gonna say that I would probably be in Ippo’s room a lot, but…

I asked where he was and she said he was sleepin,’ ‘cause he did sleep an awful lot when he took one particular med. I probably got everything unpacked before she went out grocery shoppin’ and I finally let myself into his room. I laid down next to his futon, and he didn’t even stir. It was crazy. I had probably been there five hours, and I wasn’t bein’ loud on purpose but I ain’t good at bein’ quiet.

Finally he wakes up, and he blinks at me, and holy shit, he just launches himself at me. He does that sweet goofy squeal of his, all, “Sendo-saaaaaan!” and he’s huggin’ and kissin’ me and I’m like...this is my boy, ya know? This is Ippo, he hasn’t changed, this is gonna be fine.

...fuck, man. It was...just...it got hard, okay? 

Because the next morning, maybe two days after that, he gets up, gets his sweats on and all, and I think… okay, maybe he’s going for a run. But then he looks at me, big and bright and smiling. “You’re going to help me get back into the gym, right?”

I got all queasy. Not good. I tried to kind of laugh. “What? Nah. Ippo, ya can’t go back to the gym yet...I can’t give ya a doctor’s note, ya know?”

And he got...really mad. Like, madder than I ever seen him. He starts stormin’ around, even knocks over this stack of magazine. “I thought you wanted to help me!”

I’m all, “‘Course I do. Babe, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”

“What are you going to do, then? Just sit inside here and babysit me when my mom’s not around. Is that why she called you?”

I...I fuckin’ blanked out. What was I supposed to say to that? I tried to give him a hug, but he shoved me and stormed off. Down to the beach. And I sat there and stared at him, because he just went down there and sat, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so damn powerless. And I don’t...I’m...I’m not used to feeling like that.

He came back a bit later, and honestly it was worse, because I was watchin’ TV, trying not to think, and he busts in sobbing. And he wraps his arms around me, and he’s cryin,’ and he’s beggin’ me not to leave, that he’s sorry, that he doesn’t know what happened. And I tell him, “I ain’t leavin,’ okay? Don’t cry, Ippo. S’okay. I know it ain’t your fault.”

He takes the meds and goes back to sleep for, like, hours and hours. I just sat there with him. Think I read five books, and I ain’t exactly a readin’ type.

That next week, we did some other stuff, and it was good, ya know? We did couple-y shit. Went out to movies and had some food. We did all this touristy shit that Ippo had never actually done, ‘cause with his ma always workin’ and whatnot, and not havin’ his dad there, all he did was school before boxin.’

We, uh...listen, we’re all adults here, so I think I can tell ya that we tried to be...ya know...intimate, yeah? But the meds...fuck, he got so upset because he couldn’t really...um...we just couldn’t do it like we used to, ya know? And I remember this one night, he looked up at me all pouty - I felt so bad, because I knew he was upset, but he was fuckin’ adorable - and went, “Is it okay? Do you not want to be with me anymore? If I can’t do it with you?”

I gave him the biggest hug, and we just stayed there like that in the futon, with me strokin’ his hair and rubbin’ his back. Kissin’ him. Holdin’ him. Tellin’ him how I didn’t care about that shit, that it was fine, that it would get better and that we could try as much as he wanted, and we’d have all the other stuff, and I think I told him a hundred times that it didn’t matter to me.

Heh...then he really gave me a punch when I told him that his ma would probably be relieved we were keepin’ our hands to ourselves.

So.

They kept changin’ his meds. They’d get him into different therapies, and there were all these pills and brain scans and shit. And they said it was helping, that he was getting better, overall, but that it would still be a long road.

He continued askin,’ every time, to every person who would see him, “Can I box again?”

And they tell him not yet. Every time, and he’s just. A mess. Goes home to the beach and cries and I’d sit by him, and I’d tell him I was there, and he’d just...look at me. And I could tell he wasn’t sayin’ it, except with his eyes, that it wasn’t enough, that there was nothin’ I could do.

There was one pill they gave him that got him real fuzzy, and I...that was the worst, I think. Other than what came later.

He was in this fog, and shaky, and I found him outside staring at the leaves as they were falling. He was trying to catch them. Nothin’ crazy, just...reachin’ out for them, and he’d overshoot, or he’d come up short. And I come out there and I ask him, “Whatcha doin,’ Ippo?”

And he looks at me. Looks at me like he doesn’t quite know it’s me, and I can’t tell ya how I nearly fell over when he said, “Oh, Sendo...I...I thought if I...caught enough, they might tell me I could come back.”

I went out drinking that night. Alone. After he was asleep, and his mom was asleep, I just. Went down to this bar I knew was open and I started drinking. And I started doing that a couple of nights a week. And then it became most nights a week.

He caught me, though. Once. And once was enough, because he thought I was… thought I was seein’ someone, and he was so...him about it. “I get it! We’re young, right? It makes sense! You just do what you need to. I love you, Sendo.”

It hurt so fucking bad, because he kept sayin’ it. Sendo. Sendo. He never called me Takeshi anymore, and it killed me.

“There ain’t nobody else,” I tell him, shaking him a little, because I was still tipsy. “There ain’t never gonna be nobody else but you, hear me?”

He goes, “You don’t have to tell me…”

I yelled at him and said there was nothin’ to tell, and I said I was at the bar, and that...I wonder if that was worse. He got real quiet, and I felt like such a shithead, like I was wasting this one fucking lucid moment. And he said, so damn sad, so defeated. “Because of me.”

I...don’t really remember how the rest of that night went. The conversation kinda died. But I did stop goin’ to the bar mostly. Which was rough at first. I was sick. 

And then there was the night of the storm. I just...I remember everythin’ about that night. It had been cool all day, and we could see the clouds roll in by the evening. His ma made Ippo’s favorites, because whenever he asked for ‘em, she did. He seemed real, real good. We were talkin.’ It was nice. 

We went to bed early. He was tired, and after dinner he had gotten kinda low on mental energy too. We fell asleep together, and after a little bit, the storm hit. Usually I can sleep right through that shit, but that night...I woke up. I’m fucking glad because I always feel like I’m gonna throw up when I think, what if I didn’t?

Ippo was gone. I look all around the house, everywhere. I don’t wake up his ma yet. Don’t wanna panic her.

But I get outside, and I just make him out, since the big light stays on outside. 

He’s on the boat.

He’s standin’ there, swayin.’ Hell, he looks half-asleep himself, and he’s goin’ through all these motions: liftin’ anchor, headin’ to the ropes, and the whole boat is rockin.’ And I call out to him, and he looks up at me.

And I see him fall.

I know...what happened, after that, in a general sense. But at the time, it was like I was seein’ it all from a camera on the back of my head. I ran and jumped over the side, into the water. I feel it pulling me, and I fight it, choking. And somehow, Ippo is floating, and I grab his shirt, and I start swimming. As hard as I can, rain pourin’ down into my eyes with the seawater, and eventually there’s just...it gets more shallow, and I’m crawlin’ on all fours onto the beach. 

The only reason I can see him is because of the lightning. It’s so wild, and real, and he’s blinking up at me, right before I hurl an entire fuckin’ ocean amount of saltwater. And I yell, I’m like, “What were ya thinkin’?! What were ya gonna do, huh? Were ya gonna just go?!”

“I...I don’t know. I don’t…” His face gets all screwed up and he’s crying. “I don’t know...I don’t remember…”

We don’t get up and go until the storm stops, and we track in all this mud and sand. I remember bein’ at such a loss over everything that that makes me feel the guiltiest. That we’re messin’ up his ma’s place.

I get him in the shower...we’re in the shower together...and he says to me, and it ain’t the first time, but it is different, he says, “I really...I really need your help, Takeshi.”

And I hold him so tight, and I tell him I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not now. Not ever. 

...and that was last week, so…

I guess that’s how I’m doing.

---

Six months later:

“How was group?”

He’s waiting outside with a bag of the candy Sendo likes. He smiles his dopey Makunouchi smile, and Sendo kisses him before he answers, “It was all right. How was therapy?”

“It was good. I like this new one. She listens, and she’s given me a few new things to do without messing with my medication. And they said I could start running again, along with the thirty minutes a day.”

“Hey! That’s great, babe.” He picks up his hand and kisses that too. He nuzzles the ring on his finger, rubs his palm. “We can get back into it tomorrow, if ya want?”

He smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. It’s been a while. And I thought maybe we could see if the guys want to do karaoke?”

“Oh god.” Sendo groans, taking one of the candies out. “They’re just gonna wanna do that one obnoxious song over and over…” He eats it, and then fishes out another and feeds it to him. He blushes. God, he’s cute.

“But that’s okay, right?” He rubs up against his side until Sendo puts an arm around him. “You don’t mind?”

Sendo buries his face into the top of his head, nodding, breathing him in. “Nah. Don’t mind at all.”

#my paperfics #hajime no ippo #ipposendo #ipposendou #makunouchi ippo #sendo takeshi #sendou takeshi #angst #so much angst #mental instability #mental health triggers

[multipandombabe]

Stripper!Reader—⛈

I've been playing with the idea of the vs being friends with a stripper since David hired them for Nick's dad 💀. It's shitty but I hope you guys enjoy, I enjoyed writing it.

You've known Zane and Heath for years, being their nextdoor neighbor in their apartment complex. You took part in their coffee talks and even filmed a few different bits with them, you introduced them into your world and they showed you theirs. When they started hanging out with other vloggers more they encouraged you to come along, it took weeks of convincing to get you to go to a party with them.

At the party you met a bunch of their friends, names you couldn't remember after drinking so much, and made a few new friends of your own.

Over time you became really close with Kristen and David, those becoming your go to people when Zane or Heath we're busy.

Kristen found out that you were a stripper by snooping through your stuff, finding your 9 inch heels and freaking out. She was completely accepting, even asking you to teach her some stuff so she could show Scott.

It wasn't until Zane had asked you to help prank a Vlog Squad member that the others found out.

You weren't ashamed of your job, hell you probably made more money in a week than most of the members did in a month. The day came and you went to David's house, Zane said that was the only place where everyone could meet up at the time because it was closer to their locations. Zane let you in and took you to the downstairs bathroom to prepare.

You dressed in a pink silky set, with soft lace trimming, the underwear showing the curve of your ass perfectly. This was one of your favorite outfits, you loved how it made you look sweet and innocent while you were doing one if the most naughty things.

They didn't tell you who you were dancing for, not wanting you to be freaked out but they told  you that the squad would be sitting on the couch while the person sat, blindfolded in a chair. You heard the front door open and someone walk in.

“Whoa, is this an intervention?” You heard David say.

‘Oh that asshole’ you thought 'Of fucking course it would be fucking Dobrik of all people. how the fuck did I not think of that?’

“Shh baby boy, we know how uptight and stressed you've been lately, so we thought we'd be good friends and get you a surprise” you hear Zane say. You hear them both walk by the bathroom door and down the hallway.

“Aw Zane! It was just a joke, I swear I'll never do it again! No more animals!” David cries dramatically, mostly for the camera.

“Put the blindfold on and sit in the chair, I promise it's a good surprise.” Zane laughs out.

After a few moments of silence you hear David cry out “What the fuck is that!?” you hear everyone laughing and someone say it was just a hand.

“Okay come out baby!” Zane yells as 'Often’ by the Weeknd starts to play through the speakers. You walk out slowly, starting to get a little nervous.

You see David twitch and hear people gasp. You hear a soft 'holy shit’ and see Corrina reach up and smack Todd upside his head making you giggle and wink at her. She winks back and Todd smacks her shoulder and she just shrugs.

You make your way towards David, walking behind him and rubbing your hand down his chest.

“C-can I take the blindfold off now?” He asks breathlessly. You look to Zane for approval and when he nods you undo the knot. You walk in front of David and bind down, your body moving along to the song.

“Oh fuck? What the hell?” David says, sounding confused. You giggle again and start moving your ass in his face. You straddle his lap and grind on him, his hands reach for your hips trying to move you faster.

He's watching your every move and you can feel just how hard he is. You turn around in his lap and bend over, hands touching the ground and body in between his legs.

You slide back so that your ass is touching his lower stomach and start moving it along with the song. His hands come up and splay across your ass, playing with the lace trimming. You almost completely forget about the other so lost in your dance until Zane comes in front of you to get a better angle laughing.

“Oh babies I think they're both enjoying it.” He says and the other laugh along agreeing.

“I'm a performer Zane, of course I enjoy putting on a show.” You say sitting up and winking, you start grinding your ass against his bulge, trying to get him harder and keep it hidden from the camera.

“I've seen you dance before, you're never this into it!” Kristen says from the side. The song is coming to an end and you realize that David has been completely silent the whole time. You turn around to face him wrapping your arms around his neck.

He looks up at you, eyes blown wide and wild.

“Everyone get out.” He says, tone hard and rough.

“Dude it was just a jok-” Zane tries to say but is cut off when David stands up quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist and the chair he was once sitting in goes crashing to the floor.

“I said everyone. Get. Out.” David growls out. “Natalie if I were you I'd pack a bag to go for a few days. Make sure to lock the door behind you.” He says and begins walking to his bedroom.

You hear everyone scatter the door opening and people rushing out laughing. You bury your head into his neck and let out giggles of your own.

“What? You think that's funny? Doing that in front of everyone?” He asks looking down at you. You smile and bite your lip,still trying to stifle your laughter, the whole situation funny. “You won't be laughing for to long baby.”

You reach his bedroom and he slams you against the door once it's closed. He places his lips against yours, not kissing, just rest them there, sharing the air. You arch your back and start whining.

“David..” you whisper out.

“Is this okay babe?” He asks.

“Yes, please, do whatever you want. Take me, please David!” You whine out. He chuckles, lips still resting against yours and he starts to pepper soft kisses to them.

“Whatever I want? Geez if I knew you'd be such a slut for it, I would have fucked you a long time ago.” He says, he bites your lip causing you to moan and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his.

He moves you away from the door and lays you on his bed, he moves away and pulls of his shirt. He sits on the end of the bed and taps the space next to him. You crawl over and lay down.

“I want you to actually strip for me. Take everything off and show me just how much you enjoy putting in a show.” He says.

“Yes sir.” You stand up with your back facing him. You start moving your hips to music in your head and turn around to face him. You slide your hands up and down your sides, reaching for the claps of your bra.

You let the bra slide down your arms, slowly revealing your breast. You hear him softly gasp, smiling to yourself you throw your head back and move your hands over your chest pinching and pulling at your nipples and letting out soft noises.

“I said strip, not touch yourself. Don't make me spank you our first time together baby.” He calls out, getting impatient. You giggle and move your hips once again. You slowly turn back around and bring your hands back to play with the lace on your panties, you bend down and hear him gasp at the sight of a wet spot on your panties.

You pull at the band and let it smack back against your skin, leaving a small sting. You decide that you've teased him enough and that you really wanted to feel his cock stretching you out.

You hook your fingers in the band of your panties and pull the down. You bend over so your pussy is right in his face, when your underwear fall to your ankles his hands reach up and grip your hips.

“Fucking soaked y/n. This wet for me? Or because everyone was watching you be a slut? Huh? Like knowing everyone saw you on a show for me?” He says, hot breath fanning against your core.

“For you sir. Only you.” You moan out.

“Only me? Gonna be a good girl for only me from now on?” He asks, hands spreading your ass cheeks and laying soft smacks against them.

“Yes, only you! Promise!” You whine out, trying to grind your hips back against something, anything.

“Good fucking girl.” He lays a hard smack to bother cheeks, he reaches up and wraps your hair in his hand and stands up pulling you against his chest. He spins you around and shoves you to the bed, you crawl back to the top.

He shoves his pants off leaving him in boxers only, he grabs your legs and pulls you towards the edge of the bed.

“Wanna taste you before I fuck you. That okay?” He asks rubbing his hand up and down your calf. You arch your back and nod your head, so he drops down to his knees moving his face closer to your pussy.

He spreads your lips apart with his fingers blowing cold air on you soaking pussy. “Fuck it's so pretty, bet you taste so good.” He runs his tongue from your entrance to your clit, sucking it in to his mouth.

“Fuck! David, o-oh my God!” You moan out, hands curling into his hair and tugging. He moans against your clit flicking his tongue around it. He shoves his face into you more, pressing his tongue inside of you and moving it around, his nose brushes against your clit sending shocks down your spine.

He pulls away and pushes two thick fingers into you, curling them up to hit that sweet spot, you throw your head back letting out a loud moan.

“Fuck, look at you. Gonna cum for me?” He growls out, he gathers his saliva and spits directly on your clit, using his thumb to spread it around. “C'mon baby, cum on my fingers.”

Your back arches hard, pussy clenching around his fingers as you cum. You're practically screaming and reach your hand up to smack against you mouth to quiet yourself down.

“Fuckfuckfuck! David! Please, please fuck me!” You yell out. You feel the bed shift as he gets up.

“Okay baby, just let me get a condom.” He says.

“No! I'm clean and on the pill, please David! I feel you, wanna feel your cum drip out of me.” You whine out. You hear him groan and feel the bed dip again, he crawls between your legs kissing up your chest, stopping to suck and bite at your nipples.

He reaches your lips and kisses you deeply, hand coming up to rest against your cheek.

“Before we do this I think you should know that I really like you.” He says while looking deep into your eyes. A bright smile breaks across your face and your hands reach to grab have face and you pepper soft, wet kisses everywhere.

“I like you too, Dobrik. A lot” you reply “but I'd like you a lot more if you fucked me.”

He groans “You're gonna be the death of me, Jesus.” He sits back on his knees bringing his hard cock to your core, running his head between your folds and collecting your slickness, “Next time I'm gonna make you stay on your knees and suck me off.”

“Oh fuck, please, I'll do anything you want.” You whine out, trying to move your hips to get him inside.

“Fuck you really are a slut for it.” His slowly pushes his tip into your entrance and pulls back out. “You know, I really like the way you beg.” He has a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Fuck, Dobrik! Just fuck me already, stop playing around.” You whine out.

“I don't think that's how good girls ask.” He says, tapping the tip of his cock against your clit making you squirm.

“Okay! Please David, please fuck me! I promise I'll do anything you want, I just need you to fuck me!” There's tears in your eyes now, one of them escaping and sliding down your cheek. He reaches his hand up and gathers the tear on his thumb and rubs it against your lips.

“That's my good fucking girl.” He slams his hips into you, burying his cock to the hilt. Your back arches and head goes back moaning loudly, he buries his head into your chest, sucking and licking to keep his groans quite.

He pulls out and slams back in setting a brutally fast pace, balls slapping against your ass and cock stretching you out like no one has ever before.

“FUCK! David! You feels so good, so so good. s-so de-deep, oh God! I'm gonna cum!” You scream out, hands going to his back and nails digging in causing him to hiss. He reaches his hand up to your throat, palm pressing down while his fingers grip your jaw and force you to look at him.

“Open your mouth!” He growls out. You open your mouth, loud moans spilling out, he leans down and spits directly in the back of your throat and then again on your tongue.

“Fucking swallow” you do as he says, feeling the pressure of his palm against your throat.

“Fucking perfect for me.” He removes his hand from your throat and reaches it down to play with your clit, rubbing fast hard circles against it with his thumb. You squeeze your eyes closed, tears slipping down your cheeks, he leans down and kisses at them and then your lips.

“I'm gonna make you cum baby, don't cry.” He says.

“Gon-gonna cum! ple-please le-let me cum!” You stutter. His thumb moves faster and so do his hips, cock slamming into your pussy as the sound of your slickness spurs him on.

“Yeah princess, c'mon, cum around my cock. Want me to cum inside you? Yeah? Gotta cum around me first pretty girl.” He whispers against your lips. Your nails drag down his back, leaving angry red lines as your eyes roll back.

Your pussy clenches hard around his cock and your orgasm washes over you. Your legs start shaking and your crying out, begging him to keep fucking you.

“Shit! So good for me!” He growls, burying his cock deep into your pussy and cumming. He bites and sucks on your neck and chest to keep his moans down, leaving red bruises and marks.

After you both have come down from your highs he pulls out and gets a rag to clean you off, he climbs into the bed behind you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

“After we have a nap do you wanna go out to eat?” He asks quietly.

You turn your body so you're facing him, “Like a date?” You ask

“Yeah, a date. I was being serious when I said I like you” His hand rubs up and down your side. A smile breaks across your face and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“So was I. I'd love to go on a date with you Dobrik.” He smiles and gives you another soft kiss and you bury your head into his chest, letting sleep take over.

#david dobrik smut #david dobrik imagine #submission #⛈ anon

[artificialqueens]

Thank God for modern medicine (Biadore) -Burgundy

AN: School has officially kicked my ass, so fics may be coming at later frequencies. This one came about after I read a whole bunch of hurt character prompts and mushed them together. Thank you guys so much for your support on I’ll explain later, it means the world to me. I have a sideblog, in case you wanna follow it and yell at me: @artificialburgundy!

In which Adore has a concussion. tw for blood, hospitals, and medicines.

Hope you enjoy! xx <3

It could’ve happened to anyone.

Or at least this was what Adore was trying to tell herself as she laid on the floor of the locker room, one hand entangled in her hair and completely messing up her pigtails. She weakly reached the other hand up to untangle the braids in her hair, but ended up desperately ripping her hair out. Just get some spare equipment out of the locker room, they had said. It’ll be fine, they said.

The whole ‘it’ll be fine’ mentality slipped away when equipment fell out of the closet, hitting Adore’s head and her face and her head hurt so bad. Her anxiety was telling her to take another girl from the team, but the coach had said to go alone and she wasn’t going to talk back to the coach. A shiver went up her body, more fear setting in as a lump collected in her throat. It made her want to cry but she didn’t want to cry. She wasn’t going to cry.

“Adore?” another girl from the team said, the one with short hair and a weak voice. Those were two factors that didn’t fit with the rest of the team baseball, but she was a good player all around.

Adore went to sit up, but a very strong sense of dizziness made the room spin and she fell back to the cold concrete. There was also a sharp pain in her right wrist from when she tried to support herself on it, which made tears flow down her face freely. Fuck, her mind kept screaming. The girl, Adore only knew her last name; Smith; walked over to see the mess that was Adore on the ground.

“Oh, I need to get Coach!” her voice was shaking and Adore could only think, me too. She closed her eyes, not being able to feel anything from the neck up. It was getting harder to breathe and for a second, Adore thought that nobody was coming back for her. That changed when she heard her coach’s voice and saw his bearded face when she opened her eyes. He seemed frantic, pointing in different directions for different girls to go. He knelt down next to her, getting a cloth and putting it up to her nose.

As a sort of ‘fuck you’, she took it from his hand and held it up to her own nose, only taking a moment to realize that oh it’s bleeding. She tried not to seem like it fazed her, though, not wanting it to seem more serious than it was. It wasn’t going to help her current situation.

And then the overwhelming dizzy feeling was too overwhelming. Maybe she was dying. Who really cared? She felt her eyes flutter shut and then everything was black for a while.

…

She woke up in a hospital bed, Bianca next to her holding tightly to her hand. Her head hurt extremely and she couldn’t quite process everything. So, she tried to take in one thing at a time. The first thing she focused on was Bianca’s thumb gently going over her hand. Bianca’s face was more gentle than she had ever seen it, and Adore weakly smiled but the older quickly snapped back into her character.

“Finally, you’re awake,” she grumbled, and Adore smiled at that but not too hard because it hurt. That’s when she noticed her wrist was in a cast which made her more upset.

“Quick question, um, what the fuck?” Adore managed to get out, realizing that every word made her head pound and she could’ve fallen asleep again if it weren’t for the pain. How many meds was she on?

“You have a concussion, your wrist was fractured, your mom is stuck at work, you’re not allowed to play baseball for at least a month and you’re coming to my place,” Bianca listed, and Adore got more and more displeased with each word coming out of the auburn haired girl’s mouth.

“You’re fucking kidding,” the younger cursed, and Bianca pursed her lips.

“On the bright side you’re excused for at least a week of school,” Bianca tried to console, but failed as Adore sighed softly and made eye contact with Bianca again.

“I just wanna sleep,” she said softly, and Bianca nodded. She got up, walked over to a chair, grabbed Adore’s leather jacket and held out her hand. Adore took it, getting up slowly enough to ensure that she didn’t fall or throw up. It was all disorienting, the smell of the hospital, the fact the room was still slightly spinning, and not being able to move one of her hands which was probably a good thing. She couldn’t imagine having more pain in her wrist like she did when she tried to sit up. She cringed at just the thought.

…

Bianca had a handful of pills that she shoved in front of Adore’s face, which Adore grabbed slowly and took a sip of her drink to make them go down easier. She leaned back on the couch, watching Bianca join her. They sat in front of the TV in near silence, but it was mainly because Bianca hated small talk and Adore was too tired to hold a full conversation. Her head was just getting more and more drowsy with each new pill and having to take as many tylenol as possible to keep the pain in her head and wrist down to a minimum. It went to a dull throbbing pain that she was able to ignore as Bianca flipped onto Family Feud.

She needed to lay down.

That was an understatement.

She absolutely had to lay down or else she was afraid that she would end up throwing up or crying. Although she wasn’t quite sure why she felt like crying again, it was just a feeling in the back of her mind and throat that sobs might be the next thing to come out.

“Are you feeling alright?” Bianca asked, gently. Adore looked over, having to squint to keep her eyes focused. She was so fucked up.

“Let me lay on your lap,” Adore said, and Bianca at first looked shocked but went back to a neutral expression.

“Why?”

“I, fuck, I need to-” words were being very hard on her dizzy mind, so she tried to use her hands but one of them was in a cast, “lay.”

“Do you want to move to the-” Adore just rested her head on Bianca’s lap as she had lifted her hands for a moment to gesture to the bedroom. If she wasn’t on every medicine that was ever invented, she would’ve been freaking out that her head was resting on Bianca’s lap. However, the medicine and the fact she was technically sick gave her the confidence and the excuse to be cuddly with Bianca.

“I’m pretty comfy,” her words were slurred and tired. Bianca looked down at her, and Adore shifted a little so she could look up. Bianca didn’t have her contacts in so she could see the confusion in the older’s eyes. However, there was a soft and almost content smile on her face so Adore took that as a victory.

“Are you sure?” Bianca’s voice was humoured, even chuckling a little bit and it made the smile keep growing on Adore’s face despite how numb she was. At this point, Adore really didn’t have anything to lose so she reached up a hand to Bianca’s cheek.

She was waiting, ready for Bianca to tell her off. When that didn’t happen, Adore started stroking her cheek, letting her smile drop into a smaller, softer one. The older seemed okay with it. Adore had never seen anyone get this close to Bianca, so she considered herself lucky to actually be touching the face of Bianca Del Rio.

Bianca was leaning closer to Adore, and the younger wasn’t sure if it was the medicine or the fact that it seemed like Bianca wanted it but she leaned closer too. It felt that every second that they spent like this, Adore’s chest was getting tighter. When they finally closed the distance, it lasted a while. It was a mildly uncomfortable position for Adore to be in, but it didn’t matter because oh my god they were kissing. Butterflies danced around in Adore’s stomach and she felt like she could fly but she was being grounded by Bianca’s hand that rested on Adore’s chest.

They broke apart, and Adore felt like she couldn’t breathe. She considered her options before laying back down on Bianca’s lap, trying to get her breathing to regulate. Her chest was heaving underneath Bianca’s palm.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Bianca asked, and Adore breathlessly nodded, weakly following behind Bianca to her bedroom. They had changed into night clothes as soon as they had gotten home, so they just plopped into bed. Facing each other, their limbs intertwined and Adore was so glad her head was finally on a pillow.

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

“In the morning,” Bianca answered, and Adore was sad that they couldn’t decide any firm answers as to what just happened. For all Adore knew, she had been hallucinating. It was an odd sensation to have the feeling as if nothing was real, but that was what was happening in Adore’s mind. The meds had made it all feel fake and too floaty. Even now, she was floating and her head was so drowsy. It didn’t take long before she fell asleep.

And when she woke up, her head was pounding and a pair of lips had attached themselves to Adore’s, to which Adore responded by deepening the kiss, using her casted hand to carefully pull Bianca closer.

“Your mom wanted to know how you were doing,” Bianca said, her voice thick with sleep and Adore wondered how long she had been awake, “I said that my girlfriend was doing just fine.”

That made Adore’s heart beat against her ribs and none of this was real. Her mind couldn’t process the words that had just come out of Bianca’s mouth. A lump was in her throat but she was not going to cry again in front of Bianca over this. A wide grin just spread itself upon Adore’s lips, and Bianca kissed Adore’s nose.

Bianca backed away, putting her hands on her hips and her face losing the softness it had when they kissed.

“Now, you need to take your meds, bitch,” but Adore’s smile only dropped slightly, following Bianca into the kitchen on light feet.

#adore delano #bianca del rio #biadore #burgundy #cisgirl au #tw blood #tw hospitals #tw medicine #hurt/comfort #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #submission #lesbian au

[rememberwhenweweresuchfools]

You Visit Me In My Sleep

*’Come on, Ellie Bee, it’ll be fun, I promise.” The words were light and airy, almost ethereal as they drifted to my ears and I couldn’t help but smile at the familiar voice. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the declaration, nor would it be the last, but that was Audrey for you. My big sister was always making grand plans and sweeping declarations, and even when she couldn’t follow through on them fully, there was always something of them in whatever the inevitable outcome was. I followed the sound of her voice through the crowd, the flashing lights and writhing bodies posing much more of a challenge that I had thought as they moved in tandem to the heavy, almost painfully loud music that blasted overhead. I could see her, at least I thought, long blonde hair shot through with streaks of eye-searing green that glowed under the blacklights weaving back and forth through the seemingly impenetrable crush of bodies. The music grew louder, shaking me to my very bones; it was a song I knew but couldn’t place, the haunting vocals seemingly at odds with the frantic techno beat, a snippet of words here and a phrase there. I knew it, somehow, but the title, even the artist, escaped me. It was of little concern as I pushed along, shoving pointlessly with tiny, ineffective hands that may very well have been pushing against a granite wall for all the good it was doing. I had spent more nights than were probably healthy bouncing around in the pits at rock shows in dive bars with Audrey far before I was legal, but all of my learned tricks and tactics seemed to be failing me now as my sister wove out of my sight, vanishing into the deep, velvet blackness on the other side. I was small, a fact that occasionally came in handy, and I dropped my head as I pushed and shoved as best as I could, forcing a path as best as I could. It seemed never ending, the crush of bodies and the almost blistering heat that they seemed to give off, and when I finally shoved through the far side, stumbling into the dark wall, I had to take a deep breath as my senses adjusted from the overload. Somehow, heard the click of a door and looked up just in time to see green-streaked blond swinging just before it closed. Blowing out a long breath, I pushed off the wall and headed out, following Audrey as close as I could which, honestly, was not at all. She was fast, always had been, and the darkness had always been her home. The air in the alley was cold and fetid at the same time, sending a shiver down my spine even as my stomach churned. I ran my hands up and down my bare arms as I walked towards the dim streetlights that seemed to glitter off of the puddles that had formed on the cracked asphalt. Where the hell was she? “Ellie Bee…” I felt her presence before she spoke and I knew, somehow, that something was wrong. Her voice was cracked and dry, there was no trace of the laughter or light that I’d always associated with her while I was growing up; before things got bad. She had faded, going from neon colors and impossible strength to a fragile, broken caricature of who she was; my hero rendered helpless from a cocktail of booze and pills. If she kept going at this breakneck pace, she was going to crash and burn if I couldn’t stop her. There was still time though, there was always time. My footfalls were loud in the silence of the night, the smack of rubber against wet asphalt ringing in my ears as I broke into a run, a flash of golden hair illuminated by the streetlights. My gaze was focused on the image that seemed to almost flicker in front of me and so I didn’t see the object that I tripped over, merely a flash of white just instants before I toppled to the ground. It was cold and wet, the pavement cracking and cutting into my palms as I stupidly held them out in front of me to catch my fall. The sudden flare of pain in my left wrist was easily ignored for the moment as I pushed myself up from the slushy puddle I’d landed in, the ends of my long, blonde hair floating in the murk. Shaking to clear my cloudy vision, I pushed myself upright to blink down at what I’d tripped on. Pale white, gleaming in the moonlight, a slight give, just the merest hint of warmth… A person. I’d tripped over a person. My stomach dropped as insidious thoughts crept into my mind far faster than I could push them out. No. Nope. it could be anyone, literally, anyone in the entire world… and then I saw it, tiny and stark against rapidly cooking skin. The bee was small, not even an inch across, and wearing a mask, just on the inside of a delicate wrist. Audrey. The body lying in the alley, still and cold, was my sister. Her eyes, once such a vibrant, sparkling blue were glazed as they stared off into the endless nothingness above and fine cracks formed on her skin as though she were a doll that had been cast aside when her owner got too old, carelessly left to break. She looked like one too; delicate skin far too pale, hair in a green striped halo around her head and her eyes… deep blue, once bright and twinkling with mirth, were vacant and dull, lifeless. Lifeless. I wanted to cry, to scream or throw something but my words trapped themselves in my throat, sticky and viscous. All I could do was watch, helpless in the moonlight as the cracks deepened and she began to crumble into ash, her cold hands somehow tightening on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as I fought against the seemingly endless strength of the thing that had been my sister, a desperate cry finally breaking the silence.* * The scream that shattered the silence wasn’t from Audrey… it was from me and the hands that were on my shoulders were strong and gentle, far too large for Audrey, even if she could have held me down. I fought against the grip, my eyes squeezed shut as tightly as I could as I clung to the last vestiges of sleep desperately trying to hold on to the moments, however terrifying that they were, which brought back something I lost. My throat was raw from screaming and it wasn’t until a pair of strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and I was tugged gently back against a warm, somehow familiar body that I stopped fighting, stilling at the quiet almost soothing words that finally broke through my panic. “ El, come on Sweetheart. Ellery, it was just a dream. I promise, it was just a dream. You’re okay.”The voice was warm and low, safe in some way that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Phoenix. Shit. Finally opening my eyes, I blinked at the sting of salty tears mixed with eyelash glue and gave silent praise to the make-up artists as I swallowed thickly, my throat parched.* I’m sorry. *My voice was scratchy and broken as I managed to speak and I squirmed in a vain attempt to get comfortable despite the layers of thick, stiff fabric. “Nix laughed and pressed a kiss against the top of my head. Or at least what would be the top of my head under all of the fake hair that had been sewn in. “No apologies. But you are buying me coffee when we get off in the morning, okay? You keep sleeping on my couch and I get stuck up all night.” My laugh was quiet but there, a sign that all wasn’t quite as lost as it could have been. Despite the nightmare rapidly vanishing from my actual memory, the image of Audrey’s eyes, blank and empty…. That hadn’t been a dream, as much as I had wished that it was. “You wanna talk about it, B?” The endearment was quiet, and one that nobody else could get away with using. I did, I really, really did, but I couldn’t, not now and absolutely not with Phoenix. Discussing your personal tragedies with a studio executive was not exactly looked highly upon. Shoving the blackness back into the box that I kept it locked in, in the darkest corners of my mind, I shook my head as if the motion would help.* No, no, I promise I’m okay. It was nothing but a dream. But thank you. I appreciate it more than I can say. And that goes for the couch too. I don’t know if you have ever tried to sleep in a corset and a bunch of fake hair but the shitty trailer couched just don’t work. *Grinning, I sat up slowly, stretching before standing and winking at the baby-faced ginger still sitting on the couch, hair rumpled and his head missing his customary hat. “You know, B, I haven’t recently so I’ll just take your word for it.” Even in the low light of the office, I could see Nix’s eyes gleaming with mischief, despite the exceeding late, or was it early hour. I opened my mouth to reply but a burst of static and a call to set cut through the comfortable silence. Wrinkling my nose, I glared at the walkie-talkie, sticking my tongue out for good measure and earning a delighted laugh from my companion. “ That’ll show ‘em. Come on Lady B, time is money and for some reason they put me in charge of keeping that to a minimum. Race you to the golf cart.” I didn’t have time to reply before he was gone, vanishing down the hall before I could even gather my skirts.* Cheater! *The word echoed down the hall, tinkling with laughter as I followed behind him to head back to work, the nightmare forgotten, even though haunted blue eyes lingered in my thoughts.* #YouVisitMeInMySleep #DontLetMeGetMe