#uggggh i need sleep

[free-boundsoul]

There is a few different things I want to write after the newest audio...gonna hide under a cut, just in case

The first one is DUMP raiding the building, Sunshine and Scorpius being found during the 'memory wipe' and escorted out of the building. They're waiting a few blocks down, not wanting to be in the way but still wanting to know what happens. It's been hours but neither can bring themselves to leave.

Elliot arrives with Aaron and Smart-ass, rushing to embrace Sunshine. The two share a tear filled embrace, not wanting to let the other go because if they do, if they can't feel their love in their arms, at their fingertips, they might just vanish.

Eventually, they notice a commotion at the building as paramedics wheel out a gurney and a body covered with a tarp that gets blown away just enough to confirm who it was covering.

Elliot only held Sunshine closer as he saw Blake's body, the hatred in his eyes only matched by the venom in his voice as he muttered "Good fucking riddance"

Sunshine's grip on his arm made his gaze return to them, seeing their gaze on a person that was in the crowd, a person they'd only seen once before in a dream.

The two reunited loves watch as the person jolts free from the paralysis that had held them, their steps faltering before they were rushing to the gurney to pull away the tarp, confirming their worst fear before a mangled sob tears through their throat. Their body crumpling to the ground as they weep and scream for the childhood friend, the newly rekindled love, that was just torn away from them.

Elliot jolted as Sunshine slipped from his arms, his hand outstretched to them as they walked over to Blake's grieving love. Sunshine put their hand on their shoulder, trying to be a grounding force for them, trying to convey to them that they weren't alone... they couldn't find it in themselves to blame them for what their captor had done...they knew what desperation to protect the person you loved could make you do.

"He...he really loved you....all he wanted was to keep you safe."

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And then this keeps going through my mind because of the Blake=Hush theory

"Who's 'Blake'?"

Doc ground their teeth together at Hush's question, biting back various responses that were on the tip of their tongue. You! How can you not remember who you used to be?! What happened after...after the Shade?

They knew the first night that they'd had their fateful encounter with Hush that he didn't recognize them...didn't remember who he used to be... but they knew it was him. His body had changed some...it'd been years since they saw him and who knows what had happened after Blake had...had died. But they could never forget him, they could hear bits of his voice when Hush spoke...could see it in the way he smiled when he looked at them. The way their core ached and felt whole again after feeling so empty after his death...

"Sorry, Hush... he's...he was...someone very dear to me... you remind me of him a lot..." Doc's voice shook a bit before they cleared it, turning away from those inquisitive eyes to clean up the remnants of the meal they had just shown Hush to make...a meal Blake had made for them often.

They tried to see if he'd remember...any of it. But food didn't work, or the pictures they showed him of the places they'd gone together. He didn't even respond when they brought up that damm cult in passing. Maybe his memories were gone completely, not buried under whatever had been done to him? They couldn't stop the tears that slipped free at the thought that the Blake they knew...was well and truly gone.

They jumped as gentle fingertips traced along their cheek, catching a few tears before they dropped. Hush looked panicked, and they couldn't help but remember that it was an almost identical expression to the time Blake had when they'd cried over the loss of their first pet to him. They'd both been so young, Blake hadn't known what to do when they had erupted into tears and babbling sobs.

"Doc...please don't cry...I don't know how to help you...what do I do? Why...why do you hurt so much? How do I make it stop? I don't want you to hurt" his hands cupped each side of their face, thumbs wiping away their tears like if he could stop the tears, they'd feel better. It made a wobbly smile curl their lips as they covered his hand with theirs, pressing it closer as they sniffed.

"I'll be okay Hush...just...can you stay like this for a bit?" He gave them a quick nod and fell into an unnatural stillness that they still weren't used to.

"Just tell me what to do, Doc"

Tell me what happened? How did you come to be? Are you Blake? Or am I just deluding myself? How can I find the answers? Who has the answers?

The only thing that came to mind sent a shiver down their spine. The only connection that Blake and Hush shared...was the so called Weavers, the Sovereigns. Even then it was a long shot, the gods that Closeknit had been so invested in...they'd thought it was just legend, myths...until Hush had said he was going to free them...but if they were gods...wouldn't they have the answers? Gods were omnipotent, right? And it was their only connection, as flimsy as it was...

Maybe if they helped Hush free them, they could ask...

[hwallazia]

THIS WAS FIRE AHHH I’M SCREAMINGGG

WITH SUGAR

♔ PAIRING — san x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, ceo au, sugar daddy!san, ceo!san, aged up!san, fem!reader, dom!san, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, public sex (in an office/workplace), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (sweetheart/good girl), daddy/sir kink, sexual language

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.9k

♔ SUMMARY — “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

your heels clacked rhythmically on the marble floor. the sound was hallow and echoed against the walls as you made your way through the hall. your vision was focused straight ahead, the few people that were around mere silhouettes in your periphery. you were steadfast, drawing closer to the all too familiar double doors you walked in and out of every day.

your grip tightened around the warm cup of coffee when you were only a few strides away from the double doors. you straightened your posture and inhaled. this was all routine. you did this every morning — deliver your boss’ coffee to him. just one of your many tasks as his secretary. you stopped just outside the doors and looked over the coffee cup, recounting in your head his exact order. he was very particular about how his coffee was prepared, and every morning you always felt a little nervous that something might be wrong or out of place. he was a man who knew what a liked and what he didn’t, and you were always eager to please.

your knuckles tapped against one of the doors to alert the man on the other side of your presence before you allowed yourself in. you were met with the usual sight of his grand office, with him dutifully working away at his desk in the center. as you approached, his head lifted to acknowledge you. on the outside you were every bit the collected secretary, but on the inside your heart was skipping at the sight of a small smile breaking across his face.

“ah, ms. y/l/n, you’ve arrived right on time.” san’s polite welcome made you smile as you neared his desk. he watched you as you placed his coffee in front of him, and smiled up at you with a nod. “as reliable as ever, ms. y/l/n.”

“of course, sir,” you responded gratefully. you took a few steps back to put some appropriate space between yourself and his desk before linking your hands behind your back. “is there anything else i can do for you, mr. choi?”

he reached for his coffee as he shook his head. “no, you’re good to go. i’ll send for you as needed, of course.” you nodded once just as he brought the cup to his lips, turning towards the doorway to make your exit. you were only a few strides away before your name was called.

“ms. y/l/n, how exactly did you order my coffee this morning?” you turned to see him eyeing his coffee with furrowed brows.

your heart fluttered. “i ordered it as i always do, sir. i even made sure to ask for extra sugar, just the way you like.”

san frowned at his cup of coffee as he placed it on his desk. he pushed it further away from him like it disgusted him to even look at it. “it wasn’t nearly sweet enough. much too bitter for my liking. certainly someone forgot the extra sugar.”

“perhaps i can revisit the cafe, and get you a new coffee —”

he waved dismissively. “don’t worry about it.” he sighed and stood from his chair. he stepped around the desk, drawing closer to you while you remained in place. with every step closer, the air inside the office changed. you weren’t sure when or why it had happened, but a switch had been flipped. the man before you morphed from your boss to something way less professional, something you typically only saw after office hours.

your breath caught in your throat when his hands grazed your sides, his fingers running along the dip of your waist. you were overwhelmed by his proximity and the scent of his cologne. you met his gaze which had grown much darker now, much more dangerous. you opened your mouth to speak, but he quieted you with a thumb to your lips.

“i think i have a much better idea to make up for the lack of sugar,” san said, voice low and sultry. he smirked, and you felt butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. “bend over my desk, and take off your panties.”

your face was hot from his words. “wait, are you sure —”

“yes, now do as i say, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. when he called you that, you always did as you were told. your dynamic with him went beyond that of a ceo and his secretary. he showered you with riches, and you gave him your body. it was a win-win situation for you, though you never imagined he’d ever attempt to explore this part of your relationship in his own office during hours. your front met the edge of his desk, and after pushing away some of the paperwork, you leaned forward until you were pressed flat over it.

“panties. off.” his voice was firm. you hiked your dress up over your hips, exposing yourself to his view. you pulled at the lace fabric of your panties, slipping them down your thighs until they fell on their own to the floor around your ankles. you kicked them to side, and now you were fully bare for the man just behind you. you heard his shoes against the floor as he closed the distance between you.

you sighed when his clothed erection pressed into you. you moaned at the hardness of him, skin erupting in goosebumps when his hands palmed your ass.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised, and though you couldn’t see it, he smirked at the sight of you beneath him, bent over his desk. “now, stay just like this for me. you can keep quiet, can’t you?”

before you could answer, two of his fingers rubbed at your clit. you bit your lip hard, and nodded at him. you feared that if you tried to speak, moans would spill out. you remained mostly silent while his fingers toyed with your sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he did next.

san was on his knees, your pussy right in his face. he was so quick you almost didn’t even register that he’d moved until you felt the press of his tongue against your clit. his tongue licked a long stripe over your folds, collecting your wetness. he groaned just as your back arched.

“san!” his name escaped your lips at the jolt of pleasure. just the mere press of his tongue against you had you arching over his desk. his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

san pulled his tongue away from you at the sound of his own name. “i’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart?”

you realized your mistake. “daddy,” you amended. you felt him kiss your sex and mewled at the contact.

“that’s better. now,” san sucked on your clit, “be quiet. wouldn’t want the others in the office to hear me make a mess of you, would we?”

you responded with a simple nod, though you weren’t sure he could even see it from his place on the floor. you relaxed over the desk just as he resumed his feasting, face pressing into the cool, wooden surface. you felt immensely exposed like this, dress hiked up your body and lower half bare, san beneath you with his face full of your cunt. from this angle, anyone could’ve walked in and had a direct view of the debauchery unfolding here. the doors were not locked, and as ceo, san was certainly a popular man amongst the office. the threat of being caught didn’t seem to bother him, and to be honest, you felt excitement when you should’ve felt nervous. there wasn’t much room to think of anything other than his tongue and the pleasure it provided.

san’s tongue lapped at your cunt like it was the most delectable meal he’d ever tasted, like it was some sweet treat he’d been craving. he inhaled your scent and savored the flavor of you. there was something intoxicating about your pussy, something so addicting. san definitely had a sweet tooth, and you were the perfect indulgence. he found himself unable to pull away, not even caring for the need to breathe. he sucked on your clit and released it with a pop! “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

you couldn’t respond, not when it was taking everything in your power not to dissolve into a moaning mess on his desk. you lifted your head to gaze outside the large window, watching the concrete jungle outside. the city was bustling and busy as usual, all the people within the buildings nearby unaware of the sin happening within this office. you hoped the city view would offer some sort of a distraction, but san’s tongue plunging into your hole took up every single one of your senses and flooded them with pleasure. you covered your mouth with your hand when a moan came dangerously close to slipping out.

“you’re sweeter than sugar, sweetheart. and i’d be happy to let my teeth rot if it meant i could have you on my tongue forever.” san’s words were whispered against your sex like a reverent promise. his lips moved over you while his spoke, only pushing you closer to the edge. “doing so good for me, so so good.”

his praise offered some encouragement as you began to grow insane from the pleasure. you were biting your hand now just to keep quiet. you needed to cum soon or else you’d end up disobeying him. your hips began to move, grinding your sex against his face in desperation.

san laughed, grip on your thighs tightening to keep your hips still. “is my sweetheart desperate to cum, huh?” when you didn’t respond verbally, he patted your thigh. “use your words, sweetheart.”

you exhaled shakily, releasing your hand from your mouth. “yes, daddy. i need to cum so bad…”

he hummed, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open. you were absolutely soaked, slick glistening over your folds. he almost came in his pants from the sight. “okay, sweetheart. cum for me like the good little girl you are.”

he fucked you with his tongue until stars exploded in your vision. you came on his tongue in a rush, pleasure surging through your veins. you shook over his desk, crumbling under the weight of the euphoria. san lapped and sucked until you began to come down from the high. you felt him trail kisses on your thighs before he got up from his knees.

san pulled your dress down to cover you. “you did so well for me.” his gaze shifted to the long forgotten cup of coffee sitting on his desk not too far from you. “and you were better than any sweetener.”

with his help, you lifted from his desk to stand. your legs were wobbly in your post orgasm state, and you wished you hadn’t decided to wear heels. your eyes found san’s before dropping to his still hardened cock. “daddy, what about you?”

san chuckled as he looked down. he was throbbing in his pants, cock feeling more than a little neglected. “we’ll worry about that later, sweetheart. i need you to go back to work now.”

you watched him reach down to retrieve your panties. heat rose to your cheeks. when you reached to take them, he jerked them just out of your grasp. you looked at him with confusion.

he smirked, stuffing the panties into his suit pocket. “i didn’t say you’d be getting these back. we are far from finished, sweetheart.” he leaned forward to graze his lips across your ear. “i will see you again after hours like usual. now, go back to work, ms. y/l/n.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — this has taken me so long to upload simply because i kept erasing it all and rewriting it :’)

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Mile High Club (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

Just a little update to keep the stories up to date I only started writing like 5 days ago but for some reason I enjoy writing g!p don't know why but I hope you enjoy if you don't only way to fix it is by messaging me YOUR requests what you would like to read but until then y'all have to deal with what my imagination creates lmaooo. Anyway enjoy 😉 (sorry just keeping what was already wrote bc im copy and pasting)

Y/ns POV: 

"Uggggh how long is left until we arrive wanda I feel like we've been up here for 8 hours" I groan at the annoyed looking witch across from me, she just gives me a death stare "y/n shut up I don't want to be here anymore than you do I'd rather be doing literally anything else than this we've only been in the air 40 minutes and I swear if you don't shut up I will throw you out this jet I'm not dealing with your whining for the next 7 hours, go entertain yourself or sleep I don't really care just do it away from me" she spits out and I feel a mixture of emotions the strangest is turned on when she yells at me or gives me a death stare it makes me feel some kinda way I'm not gonna lie I purposely annoy her at times to get a reaction because its such a turn on, we've both been on the avengers for like 3 years now and we never really liked each other I don't dislike her but we never really got to know each other to like each other so it kind of went from there I think that's why the team sent just me and her because they can't bare to be in the same room as us when we bicker never mind trapped in metal bird for 7 hours, I shake my head getting out of my thoughts and let out a frustrated sigh "fine you stay up here I'm going to go lay down I don't wanna be here either I'd rather be at a bar having fun drinking and potentially hooking up with someone than behere I don't know why fury put us on this stupid mission" I say with attitude as I storm away not giving her time to reply.

3 hours later

I continued to toss and turn like I have been the last few hours I can't seem to fall asleep then an idea pops into my head I bite my lip and slide my hand down my sweat pants and panties letting out a low moan at the contact I slowly start to rub circles on my clit teasing myself as the thought of Wanda pops into my head I can't lie but every time I need to get off I can't help but think of her nothing else seems to work I continue to tease my clit before sliding my hand out and taking off my sweats and panties mhh much better I slide my hand back down to my pussy and close my eyes continuing the teasing of my clit fuck this feels good, I slide my 2 fingers into my already dripping cunt and begin to thrust slowly letting out moans getting lost in the pleasure "oh fuck Wanda yessss right there don't stop" I moan completely forgetting where I am I don't notice due to the amazing feeling I'm bring myself "fuck fuck I'm so bad I need you to put me in my place daddy"

I instantly freeze when I hear a snicker I know to well and I don't dare open my eyes fuck fuck fuck "eyes on me y/n" she states as her accent creeps through this isn't happening I open my eyes and look up at a smug Wanda and my eyes instantly catch her huge bulge in her sweats holy fuck, I pull my fingers out and close my legs and mumble breathless "what are you doing here a little privacy please" she smirks and bites her lip "I wouldn't have bothered until I heard you moan my name that caught my interest so I came over and heard you moaning about how much of a bad girl you where and you wanted me to put you in place so here I am princess spread those legs for daddy let me see that pretty pussy" I instantly open my legs for her fuck why do I feel the need to do as she says, she walks over to the bed biting her lip as she removes her clothes and the minute she removes her boxers my mouth falls open she's huge Holy shit "suck" she commands and I comply crawling over to her and biting lip, I take hold of her hard member and she let's out a moan, fuck that was hot I lower my head and tease her tip with my tounge wanting more of those sweet sweet moans and it works I slide more of her into my mouth trying to get all of her in, I start gagging and feel tears run down my cheek as she pulls out of me

"oh y/n well work on that don't worry princess the key is to breath through your nose but we'll get there" I blush as she pushes me back to lay down and climbs between my legs she wastes no time in attacking my clit and the sounds that leave my mouth I don't recognise no girl has made me feel like this let alone in the space of 30 seconds I continue to moan getting louder as she slides 3 fingers into my waiting cunt fuckkkkk "shit daddy don't stop I'm so fucking close" I beg and feel her smirk into my cunt after a few more thrusts of her magical fingers I cum with a scream of her name "fuck y/n that was so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck that attitude out of you do you have any condoms" she breaths out clearly turned on "fuck I don't but I could always take plan B tomorrow or you could pull o.." I'm interrupted by Wanda shh'ing me while teasing my entrance with her soild member "oh no babygirl I won't be pulling out I want to fill your needy little cunt, we can get plan B" I moan and nod fuck that was sexy my thoughts are wiped when she bottoms out inside my tight cunt as a silent scream falls from my mouth hers to by the looks of it she stays still for a second looking into my eyes and I nod letting her know its ok to move, I instinctively wrap my legs around her pulling her closer and crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss I don't fight her I let her invade my mouth with her tounge both of us moaning into each others mouths as her thrusts get faster and harder hitting my gspot over and over I break away from the kiss and moan "I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum" she smirks and switches positions putting my legs over her shoulders so she can get deeper and holy shit I've never felt anything like this "don't stop daddy" I moan into her ear as she pounds my needy pussy till I cum all over her cock as my eyes roll and a string of words leave my mouth she slows her thrusts to help me through my orgasm "such a good girl you done so well for me baby, but we're not done" she smirks biting her lip pulling out of me and I whimper feeling so empty without her inside me, she gets up and helps me up walking into the main sitting area and pushes me against the wall spreading my legs "fuck Wanda I need you" and before I know it she's deep inside my tight cunt again groaning into my ear "fuck princess just like that you take my cock so well" I close my eyes moaning at the immense pleasure building up "fuck daddy I want you to fill me please" she starts pounding into me tightening her grip on my waist I know she's close I feel her twitching inside me so I start meeting her thrusts both of us chasing our highs "I'm gonna cum y/n" I moan feeling her thrusting harder and faster than before "me too daddy cum inside me "I moan out loud and I think that sent her over the edge because I feel her shooting her load deep inside me which sends me over the edge.

Fuck that was amazing after we both get ready I look over at her and smirk "I've wanted to do that for so long" she glares at me "I'm not even sorry why do you think I push your buttons so much because your so fucking sexy when you look at me like you're going to kill me" she just giggles and gives me a genuine smile I've never seen. I smirk and bite my lip "guess I can say I'm part of the milehigh club" she laughs and nods in agreement fuck her laugh is actually beautiful 

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you want anything specific let me know lovely people, all feedback welcome if you enjoy It if you don't I don't mind haha word count for this chapter is close to 1.6k 

[papermint-airplane]

Eleanor: ...and that's why we have to find the control room. If Rose could get in that way, we can get out that way.

Bailey: Don't you think the Watcher, or whoever it is doing this to us, would have that room more heavily guarded now?

Eleanor: Of course, which is why we need a distraction. Something big enough that the so-called 'Watcher' -- and Angel -- can't ignore. Maybe we could-

Angel: Hey, I heard my name. What are you two talking about?

Eleanor: Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

Angel: Oh, ok, so you won't mind if I take a seat riiiiight here then.

Angel: Go on, continue your conversation. Don't let me interrupt the meeting of the minds.

Bailey: So, as we were saying, we need a distra-

Eleanor: Bailey! Hush!

Angela: Hey, girlies! Dig the new looks! Were you playing hairdresser in here?

Eleanor: ...maybe.

Viridia: ALRIGHT, EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP. I, VIRIDIA, HAVE HAD A LONG-ASS DAY AND I NEED SOME REST.

Eleanor: Uggggh, I hate it here.

Lights out, ladies!

Eleanor: Fine.

Angela: Night, everyone! Sleep tight!

Viridia: SHUT YOUR NOISE HOLE, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP.

Angela: *giggles*

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[sadsoftserve]

Look I don't have a title for this. I wrote this last night before I went to sleep, it's badly written. It's Sabrina and Dalia hours everyone, and... Giovanni

“Look at me.” Sabrina clutched Dalias shoulders as her eyes burned into the girls in front of her. “You. Are. A. Pushover. And we are going to fix that.”

“How?” The violet-haired girl asked.

“Simple. We employ the technique of the ancient master.” Sabrina responded while pulling out her phone to dial Giovanni. “Mr. Potage himself.” She said as he picked up the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?” Giovanni asked.

“Ugh, this is peepee boys sister, Sabrina. Look, we need your help.” Sabrina replied, still using one hand to clutch Dalias shoulder.

“With what? I better be getting paid.” He replied.

“You know how you stopped Molly from being a pushover? Yeah, I got another one for you.” 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” Giovanni let out a long ohh noise, as if he finally got what she was saying. “Okay. But the question still stands, what's my payment peepee girl?”

Sabrina reached in her hoodie pockets. She pulled out .75¢, a button, and a coupon to Blowout Burger. “How does .75¢ a button and a Blowout Burger coupon sound?” She asked.

“Eh. Good enough, I'm hungry anyways.” He replied. “I'll be there soon, make sure the pushover doesn't escape.”

“That's doable.” She hung up then turned to Dalia. “Hope you're ready.”

Dalia shook her head, smiling nervously. “Is-Is this necessary..? I'm not as much of a pushover as you think… promise!”

“Shut your trap.”

Dalia shut up. Sabrina rolled her eyes.

“That was a test idiot. You were supposed to say ‘no’.”

“oh.. sorry.”

“Don't apologize!” Sabrina stammers. “I-I good Lord! You're hopeless.”

“I know.” Dalia hung her head. The girls resumed this state of disappointment for a minute until Giovanni showed up.

Soon enough, Giovanni bursted through the wooden gate of Sabrina's backyard. Holding a flyswatter of all things. “It ‘tis I! Giovanni Potage!” He yelled with fury. “Here to teach a friend to value herself. Where's the pushover?” Giovanni then asked in a sweeter voice.

Dalia slowly raised her hand. “That's me… I'm the pushover…” she sighed.

“Hmmmm.” Giovanni looked her up and down. “You do seem like a pushover… how old are you?”

“Fifteen…”

“Oh my God.” Giovanni said, clasping a hand over his mouth. “Fifteen… you may be too late peepee girl.”

“Sabrina.” Sabrina corrected. “And I called you for help, not the melodrama.” She rolled her eyes. “Please, get to the part where she's not a pushover anymore.”

“I don't think that's going to be possible.” Giovanni said. Before Sabrina or Dalia could ask why, he spoke. “She's too far gone, once a pushover, always a pushover…” He said holding a hand dramatically to his heart.

“Then what did you do for Molly that made her more assertive?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh. That was different.” He said snapping out of his drama. “You see Molly's still a mere child. I can't help a-” he shuddered. “Teenage girl.” He said as if it were some poison. Dalia hung her head.

“I understand. I-I guess you aren't needed anymore…” The violet haired girl simply stated, fiddling with her hands.

“Woah-!” Sabrina stopped her. “Giovanni, what am I paying you for? You leave, you get no payment.” She asserted.

“Uggggh. Fine…. I'll help her. Go get me a soda, peach.” Sabrina rolled her eyes. Giovanni was a pain in the ass, but she went to go get his soda anyway.

“Okay, Daisy.”

“It's… Dalia, actually…” She corrected softly.

“Hm.” Giovanni said. “You passed the test. You corrected me. Good. You can correct people… you're just socially anxious… I can't fix that…” He squinted. “But I can try.”

Dalia smiled.

“Okay… let's see here….” Giovanni trialed off trying to think of a scenario. “Hah! I got it! Okay, pretend I'm a senior, and your a freshman, and you just so happen to be smart and be in all of my classes. I demand you to do my homework. What do you do?” He asked.

“I take it because I don't want to be jumped.” Dalia answered. 

“Ahh, no! Not at all! You say ‘no, I'm not going to do your homework just because I'm smarter than you. If you want to get on my level, maybe study, asshole!’. Now, you try.” Giovanni corrected.

Dalia nodded. “Uh, no. Because I'm not your personal homework-doer.” She said, her voice still quite soft.

“Not quite but you're getting there.” Giovanni applauded. Sabrina had now returned, carrying two sodas one for her, and one for Giovanni. If Dalia wanted one, she was going to have to stand up for one.

“Here, Campbell.” She handed the soda to Giovanni, as she cracked open her own.

“Where's mine?” Dalia asked.

“You didn't ask for one. So I didn't get you one. Want one? Don't be a pushover.” Sabrina stated.

“Well then… go get me one. Now!” She asserted.

Sabrina let out a small smile. “Sure, whatever you say.” She put her soda down and went back to the kitchen. Giovanni approved.

“Good job! You're getting better Daisy.”

“Dalia.” She corrected.

“I mean, Dalia.” Giovanni corrected himself. “Now, let's try another one. Pretend I'm… Lorelai. And… I just gave you a position you didn't want on colorguard. What will you say?”

Dalia thought for a moment. “Lorelai. Move me. Now. I don't want to be where you put me.”

Giovanni nodded before turning one his grating ‘girl’ voice. “No. Why should I, I'm captain!”

“Because… I'm the best person in this team and you need to get off your high horse, miss ‘i think I can boss people around just because I'm Captain'.” Dalia asserted. “How was that?”

“That… was beautiful.” Giovanni made one singular tear fall out of his eye, for dramatic effect.

“Really?” 

“Yup, I think it's crossing into Bonnie territory.” Giovanni joked.

Dalia smiled, she was proud of herself, hopefully she would be able to use this with actually people, and not absolutely fuck it up.

Sabrina walked up from her second trip to the kitchen, now holding another soda in her hand. “Here,” she spoke. Dalia took the soda, and cracked it open. Giovanni wrapped his gangly frame around Sabrina and laughed.

“Well, it looks like you're the pushover now.” He then let out a loud laugh. “Listen, I did my job, I made her stand up to me, where's my payment?” He asked.

Sabrina reached into her pocket and pulled out his payment of .75¢ a button and a two-for-one milkshake combo coupon for Blowout Burger. The gangly man happily took it, and in iconic Giovanni fashion, he shouted.“YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF GIOVANNI POTAGE!” and then he promptly ran out the same gate he came in from.

[herboretum]

sickparty oiuguoh Sick…party…… iif your names are poob party noob aand infected Please I Beg Of youleave me alohne ineed to Be Left alone beforie i bsash my head onto the cementb i Cangt Take Your asses anymore

thsi is so fucked Up I FUCKING HATE QUEERS!!!! ugh Whatever im trying not to imagine them having like biweekly (well knwoing poob) daily sleepovers snd and and having a night oit and infected just like hugging them a and being so comfortable around them to the point where he can just Sleep on poob if they wrap their arms around him. and . Poob being a vry kind Soul like allowing infected to ramble about his fights with 12 year olds online andnggyyyuuyuggghwhile They plan oiut parties and

THEYRE SO FUCKING QPR ITS NOT EVEN FFUUNNY i genuienly need them To Pay for my therapy they make me violently ill i cantr think of them normallh anymore UGGGGH im gonna rip out ym hair at this rate guh

AND THEM LIKE RIPPING BONGS and getting high on infected’s balcony like fuuuck????!? Theyre what i could never have im so serious I fucking love them so mcuh like igiggle and twirl my hair even when just oen of them comes around but if they BOTH are in the elevator and TALK?!?? see me on the floor dead stg im gonna have an aneurysm

uhm yeah hahaha I justr think . theyre very qpr. very queer platonic partners. besties for the resties. bfffls. i need to punch somethingf

[ningningkittie]

uggggh cant sleep bc of the pain :(( gotta survive until 7am nd call nd then if i get an appt survive until the appt. at the very least they will be able to do smth abt the pain for now, even if i need further treatment after. i just cant deal w this pain T-T it's constant!! i hate pains that dont come nd go so i can get breaks from it. when it is every second i cant rest :(

[daevguy]

uggggh i need more sleep

[tenderanarchist]

Uggggh I hate these days where my body just feels like lead and I’m irritated and tired but I still feel the weight of all the work I need to do but all I can manage is to scroll and sleep

[ahungeringknife]

365: March 11

This one just kinda... fizzled out and I didn't finish it BUT the point of 365 isn't to write something good it is just to write something every day.

--

Their big diorama project was due on Monday so Malik had come over to work on it with Maria. They both had different atoms and molecules but it was easier to pool resources. And of course they talked the entire time, mostly about the new show they were getting into together. Malik didn’t even notice when it got dark until his mom called asking where he was.

Malik just deer’d in the headlights at that. “You can spend the night if you want,” Maria said softly.

“Can I just stay at the Thorpes’?” Malik asked his mom.

“It’s a school night, Malik,” his mom said.

“Yeah but me and Maria are working on our science project together.”

“Hmmm. Let me talk to Eve or Umar,” she said and Malik got up and went to the living room to give the phone to Mr. Thorpe. There was a brief discussion with lots of nodding. Malik took the phone back, “Umar said you could spend the night but make sure you go to school tomorrow,” his mom said sternly.

“Mom; I have perfect attendance. What do you think I’m going to do?” Malik huffed as he sat back down at the dining room table.

“I know. Keep it up. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” and Malik said goodnight and hung up.

“So?” Maria asked.

“I guess its a sleep over,” Malik said. This wasn’t the first time he’d slept over after all. The Thorpes’ had a really comfortable couch.

“Sweet! I was dreading finishing this alone,” Maria groaned, indicating the model she was building.

It was later still and they’d finished their project but were still at the table when Altair came home from his late work shift. He blinked in confusion seeing Malik still there. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Mal’s spending the night,” Maria said brightly.

Altair got an odd thoughtful look in his eye. “Oh,” he said. “Didn’t think high schoolers did sleep overs still,” and he headed for the kitchen.

“Just because you didn’t doesn’t mean they don’t,” Maria huffed.

“Sure, dork, whatever you say,” Altair said and went around the corner of the kitchen.

Maria looked annoyed. “I’m not a dork,” she muttered. “Right?” she asked Malik.

“My brother’s a dork. You? Not so much,” Malik assured her which made her beam.

Altair came back with some leftovers and sat across from Malik at the table. “So what’s this project again?” he asked, interrupting their talk about their show again. Maria, who was into chemistry, excitedly explained it to him while Altair ate his leftovers. He nodded along, listening but now and then looked over at Malik. “See Maria, this is why you’re a dork,” Altair said once she was done.

She scowled at him. “You just asked for an excuse to make fun of me,” she said in annoyance.

“I don’t need one to do that,” he smirked. “Comes with the big brother territory.”

“Uggggh. You use that card all the time as if you’ve not only been around like four years.”

“And I work fast making up for lost time,” Altair said with actually made them all laugh.

“Kids, keep it down in there, mom’s sleeping,” Umar called but not too loudly.

“Sorry,” Maria squeaked.

“Well if you need me I’ll be in my room,” and Altair got up with his empty plate. As he said that he looked at Malik and yes, Malik did need him like holy shit but he’d wait.

Malik wasn’t as engaged in talking with Maria as before because his mind was wandering but he did keep up with the conversation. He was glad when Umar got up from the couch and said it was time for them to go to bed and he’d help Malik make up a bed on the couch. Finally everyone said goodnight and Malik was sitting on the couch waiting for the lights under the doors to turn off. When they did he got up and navigated in the dark to Altair’s room where the light was still on under the door.

He tapped on the door as loud as he dared before pushing the door open. Altair was laying on his bed, no shirt, playing with his Switch. He looked up when Malik opened the door and grinned, getting out of bed.

Malik closed the door quietly behind him and when he turned back around Altair was right there and kissing him. Malik groaned softly not realizing he’d been waiting for this all day. He wrapped his arms around Altair’s shoulders. Altair had one arm around his waist the other hand was riding up his flank under his shirt. “Everyone else asleep I take it?” Altair asked when they finally parted.

“Y-yeah,” Malik said breathlessly.

“Good. Now I don’t have to pretend to share you with Maria,” and that gave Malik goosebumps.

“You don’t anyway,” Malik said even as Altair kissed him again.

“Yeah but you come over to hang out with her, not me,” and he sounded a little bitter about it.

“Oh— well—“

“Can’t unless you tell her,” Altair sighed.

“Yeah,” Malik swallowed.

“You should really tell her soon. Prom’s coming up.”

“I don’t know why that— oh— oh she’s totally expecting me to take her isn’t she?”

“Yeap.”

“Fuck,” Malik looked down. Then he shook his head. “I don’t want to think about that right now,” he looked back up at Altair.

He smirked. “Just want to think about me, huh?”

“Don’t be so smug but yes,” Malik pulled him back close for more kissing.

Altair pressed his body up against Malik’s seductively and Malik had such a chub. Especially when Altair moved their hips together. He was glad they were basically the same height. He would have been a puddle on the floor if Altair was that much taller than him. He gasped when Altair’s hand slithered between their bodies and down the front of his pants, fingers curling around his cock. Fuck that felt awesome.

Malik could finally breathe when Altair kissed down his jaw to his neck and in the back of his mind he knew he was going to have a hickey or two from this. And he’d stayed over Maria’s house? Geeze there was going to be at least one rumor about this. But he wasn’t focused on that. He was focused on Altair’s hand around his cock, slowly moving and squeezing him, and his lips and tongue on Malik’s neck.

Altair stood back after a minute and looked at him. Malik was flushed and flustered and that better not be all they were doing. This was the first time Malik had stayed over in a long time and he really hoped something other than a handy happened or he was going to explode from desire. “You’re real cute, you know,” he told Malik and pushed Malik’s messy bangs back off his forehead.

“Shut up. You’re way cuter,” Malik grumbled and Altair chuckled.

“I dunno. I bet you’d look even cuter with my cock in your mouth-“ he snorted when Malik’s entire face turned bright red. “That a yes?” he asked flirtatiously.

“I- uh- well— I’ve never… done that,” he admitted, flustered and shy about admitting that.

“Really?” Altair asked him surprised.

Malik just shook his head. “Just porn and that’s not real…” he said awkwardly. He’d been too busy thirsting after Altair for most of his post puberty to worry about other guys. He had kissed other guys but anything else? He didn’t think his hands counted.

“Okay,” and grabbing the hem of Malik’s pants finally pulled him off the door over to the bed. He had Malik sit. “I’ll demonstrate so you can see how it’s done,” and he winked at Malik who was going to fucking melt or explode. He wasn’t sure which. Altair put his hands on Malik’s shoulders and leaned down kissing him gently. That was nice and did help unrattle him. Then his hands slid down Malik’s chest and as they did Altair got down on his knees between Malik’s legs.

He could only hear his heart pounding in his ears as Altair pulled his cock out from his pants. Holy shit this was really happening.

He knew it’d feel good but Altair putting his dick in his mouth was better than he’d anticipated. He covered his mouth so he didn’t moan too loudly. If he was supposed to be paying attention he absolutely wasn’t.

[rubbarband]

//I'm tired of this bed bro...I wanna be able to sleep in a bed that doesn't STAB ME IN THE BACK AND SIDES with exposed springs! And the worst part is that on both sides of the shitcake it's all just springs readt to stab be everywhere!

They ruin my pants too by putting holes and gouges on them and tore a hole in my favorite shirt too! I'd even settle for buying a cot, if I get enough, that's what I'm doing actually!

UGGGGH I NEED A NEW BEEEED!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Lord this is intense.

*In Grape House, Chiaki brought Hajime to his room*

I'm... I'm sorry Chiaki, I just...I... I just wa-wanted to find a way out...!

I know, Hajime... I know... but I think you should try to get some sleep, I'm sure will find a way out...

Yeah... *walks into his room as the door closes*

This is difficult... what can we do, will all starve to death...

AKANE: ug-uggggh...

Huh? Oh... Akane and Mechamaru...

*As then Nekomaru was carrying a very drain Akane*

I...I told you...I...I'm fine... I-I can do one more sp-sp-sparing match...!

No, enough is enough! You can't fight anymore, you need to sleep now!

But I...!

Akane... Mechamaru is right, you should get some sleep too - you can't keep going like this so please listen to him.

...Okay, fine... I can understand why now, I'll go to bed...

That's good, now get some rest then...

*Nekomaru brings Akane to her room which then he closes the door*

Good job, Mechamaru - you really did help convince Akane to get some sleep.

Gyahahahaaa, think nothing of it - ever since being a robot! I haven't lost any energy, I could last forever!

Yeah... your right, that means if there is no killing and worse comes to worse; you could be able to get out of her alive... given you don't need food anymore...

Huh...? What do you mean...?

Well given that your a robot now, you probably don't need food unlike us so you could survive from that...

But even then, won't the rest of you die...?

Maybe... but I rather just not have anymore killing but that means will starve to death... this is difficult, I need to go to bed...

*Chiaki walks to her room as she closes the door*

...

[rwby-necro-au-archive]

*flops wherever in front of whoever* uggggh I overworked and now I’m sleep deprived…. Hate this feeling -🐈‍⬛

Ozpin: oh dear, that’s not good…

Qorbyn: do you need a nap? Maybe some coffee? A hug even?

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

i’m not gonna sink into depression, i’m gonna unfuck this

“what did being in hospital teach you” well, to write everything down. keeping a food diary did give me incentive to eat proper food at proper times so i’d have something to write down and get a good grade in food diary

i couldn’t put my t gel on when i had chills and couldn’t move (and fuck if i was going to ask anyone to do it for me) so even though my flu’s cleared up i have been forgetting to do it, because ADHD is a nightmare and the tiniest change in anything means the whole house of cards falls over. i showered and put it on today

“mY iNsOmNiA iS aWfUl” FILL YOUR SCRIPT FOR MELATONIN, YOU HAVE ONE. yes i had the flu and was bedridden and forgot it existed so i didn’t get it filled, but now i’m better + remembered it existed + can leave the house. so. why don’t i do that. fuck

i am stressed about saying i was gonna redo my room and then not doing it at all, but like, i need to fix the most basic things (meds, food, sleep, DRINKING WATER) first before i can even think about moving furniture

my endo appointment is in august, i need a new GP referral before then, and to get a blood test done the week before

ONLINE COURSE I DON’T CARE IF IT DOESN’T GO ANYWHERE, FINISH IT. TAKE A RITALIN AND BANG IT OUT. MMMMMM OFFICE ADMIN

uggggh the clean laundry pile needs to go away too and there’s random stuff all over my floor and i need to put away all the flu medication stuff

the nose pad on my glasses fell off so i’m wearing my old square glasses which are the same prescription but i should get the round ones fixed because every time i look in the mirror i’m like who is that. (do i look more masc with the square ones tho)

i dunno. that’s like already a million things but there’s more things but it already feels overwhelming because i haven’t left my room (let alone the house) in two weeks due to the flu. aaaa life hard

my insomnia is getting awful again, i can't fall asleep before 5am

[startledbirb]

..

[hannahhook7744]

Why Clay Clayton is afraid of water;

Summary; a Clay Clayton centric fic that takes place at Mal's Hellraiser party at HellHall.

Trigger warning: Near death experiences, child abuse, attempted murder, slightly adult themes nothing too explicit, underage drinking, and drowning.

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...One, two, three, four...

18 year old, Clay Clayton awoke up with a pained groan and quickly raised his arm keep the sun out of his eyes. Wincing as a sharp pain spread throughout his head.

"Uggggh. How much did I have to drink last night?" He asked aloud, despite knowing that there was no way anyone would be up to answer after last night.

'Man, Mal may be a brat sometimes but she sure knows how to throw a party' Clay mused, sitting up. Not moving his arm away from his eyes as he scanned the area around him.

...Empty bottles everywhere...

He let out a low whistle as he surveyed the damage. Shot classes, solo cups, cans, and bottles littered the floor, among knocked over snacks.

That was definitely gonna be a bitch for the de vil and Badun kids to clean up. And him of course. He couldn't leave Diego to suffer through it alone, after all. What kind of crew and band mate would he be if he didn't stick around to help clean up the mess?

...People sleeping on the stairs...

Clay carefully stepped over Rick and Maddy, who were passed out on the front steps.

Maddy's teal hair was sticking out all over the place as she slept peacefully away in Rick's arms, looking comfortable despite the loli pop stuck in her hair.

Rick also looked comfortable, despite having nothing separating him from the cold hard steps and everything that could crawl onto him.

His face was covered in Maddy's purple lipstick, which might have something to do with the smile on his face.

Clay snorted and shook his head, immediately regretting it as the pain returned. He quickly entered the Manor, in search of some Tylenol.

...Got something stuck in my hair...

Clay glanced into the mirror that was hung up in the hallway. Pausing to run his fingers through his hair-- his hair that was filled with confetti and glitter.

He winced as the glitter sprinkled onto his face and shoulders. Just knowing that it was gonna take him forever to get it off.

He was so gonna kick Bronze's ass for that.

...No idea how it got there...

Was Bronze even the one who put it there? Clay wasn't sure. Maybe it was actually Lee or Sammy.. or was it Diego?

The dark haired boy just sighed, moving forward. Knowing that he was probably not gonna find out who exactly thought dumping glitter on him was a funny idea...

'Hopefully no one got it on camera.'

...This is the morning after...

He walked passed Carlos and Diego who were fast asleep on a couch, and stopped to drape a blanket over them so they'd at least be a little comfortable. He knew from experience that, that couch was the most uncomfortable thing on the planet from the many nights he'd spent there when Cruella was away.

He raised an eye brow when he spotted a vaguely familiar blue haired girl sleeping next to them on the other couch before realizing that she must gave been that Evie girl the twins had told him about. He went ahead and threw one over her too, tucking her in like he did with his brothers all the time.

He hoped that they were having a good time at his aunt's house and that they hadn't been dropped off back home yet.

...The house is such a disaster...

Clay decided to get to work on cleaning up so the others wouldn't have too much to do when they woke up. God knows they needed the rest.

Hopefully Hunter, Ivy, and the Badun boys would be over to help the three of them soon.

He picked things up as he went along, trying not to puke at the overwhelming smell of mixed alcohol types and wet, wormy apples.

...But there's someone outside, that caught my eye...

The hunter stopped at the back door, frowning as he spotted something floating in the pool outside.

It kind of looked like a person....

Clay leaned forward, squinting out the door in hopes of making out what it was. His eyes widened.

It was a person!

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Clay ran outside as fast as he could, hoping that he could help in some way. Even though that wasn't the isle way.

The person was floating upside down, unmoving.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

He got no response.

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Clay swallowed, feeling ill as he moved forward. This couldn't be happening.

It just couldn't be.

But it was. He knew it was. And he had to do something because if he didn't, no one would.

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

He edged closer and knelt down, reaching out to the person. He shivered when his hands met cold skin, nearly jerking away before forcing himself to move forward.

Only to pause.

...I don't know what to do...

Should he be doing this? Was there anything he could actually do?

The guy's skin was already cold to the touch and stiff as a board. He was probably already dead...

But he shook those thoughts off. Knowing that it was the right thing to do. Knowing that it was what his aunt would do. What she'd want him to do.

He turned the guy over and jumped back in shock, biting back a scream at what he saw.

His own face was staring back at him.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

He shook his head, ignoring the pain in his head. Sure that he was just mistaken. But no. It was undoubtedly himself that Clay was looking at.

Same gun wound scars. Same eyes. Same hair. Same nose and same grollia swim trunks.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

But, the hunter noticed as a shiver ran down his spine, his double didn't look quite right.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

His hazel eyes didn't look quite as mischievous anymore. In fact, they looked glassy and dull. Almost Cloudier.

He took a step back. And then another.

...I can't stop staring at my face...

The handsome face that Ginny had fallen in love with was gone. Replaced with an unmoving, blank one.

Clay felt sick.

...My summer tan has begun to fade...

He couldn't help but notice that he had a sun burn and that what little skin wasn't that rashy red color was paler than usual.

'Well, there goes my hopes of developing a tan...'

...Is this real or is this fake? A creepy dream I can't escape?...

The brunette let out a nervous chuckle, glancing around. Sure that his friends were gonna jump out and yell 'gotcha!' At any moment. But they didn't and panic began to set in.

He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly as he counted to three in his head. Sure that it was only a dream.

But when he opened them, the body was still there.

...This is the morning after...

Clay couldn't stand it anymore and began to scream.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY!"

He knew that it was unlikely that anyone would hear him. Or help him if they did. But he was scared and didn't know what else to do.

...My mind is such a disaster...

Clay's mind was racing, making his headache worse, as he tried to come up with a way to fix this.

And that's when he heard the footsteps behind the fence. He ran over to it, heart racing as he prayed that it was someone who could/would help him.

...But there's someone outside, that caught my eye...

He hoisted himself up so he could see over the fence and felt his shoulders shag in relief when he spotted who was walking by.

It was little 8 year old, Hadie Olympian, on his way to school.

"HADIE! HADIE!" He called out frantic, hoping that the child had been telling the truth about being able to see ghosts.

The tiny demigod jumped, head whipping around towards him. A startled look on his face.

Clay couldn't really blame him seeing as he only ever really spoke to him when he was watching his brothers, who occasionally played with him.

He noticed how Hadie paled...

Meaning he had definitely figured out that Clay was dying.

"Hadie, go wake Rick up!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

"I'm drowning!"

Hadie paled even further, looking whiter than a peeled onion as he ran around the house. Hopefully to do as Clay told him.

...I don't know what to do...

Clay paced, unsure what to do now. He could feel his heart beat getting fainter and that only caused his panic to grow.

He began to tear up.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

Clay looked at the body and furiously wiped at his eyes, feeling weak in more ways than he could describe.

His hands began to shake.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

The hunter had never felt this scared before.

Not even when his dad was drunk and angry.

Not even when his dad shot at him.

Not even when his dad managed to get a hit in.

But how else was he to feel in this situation?

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

He grabbed at his hair-- hyperventilating-- and yanked on it. Trying desperately to calm himself.

It wasn't working.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

By the time Rick came running through the back door-- not even opening it-- Clay was a panicking mess.

It felt like hours had passed even though it had only been a minute or two at most.

...What the fuck is going on?...

Clay watched numbly as Rick yanked him out of the pool, not even paying attention to his now bleeding arms, hands, and face. Which had to hurt.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

At this point, Clay was 100% sure that he was gonna die. If he wasn't already. He wasn't really sure if he was or not, because how was he supposed to know?

He wasn't a ghost expert.

He didn't know anything at all about ghosts, actually.

...This is the morning after...

Everything hurt but Rick didn't care. Not when Clay was dying or already dead. He laid Clay out on the ground and checked for a heart beat.

...My mind is such a disaster...

Rick felt like jumping for joy when he heard the Lub-dub Lub-dub Lub-dub of Clay's heart.

He quickly got to work on giving him cpr, desperate to save his best friend.

Doing chest compression after chest compression, praying it'd be enough to save his friend.

... but there is someone outside, that caught my eye..

Hadie stood behind him, crying and some one from inside the house noticed what was going on.

"OH MY GOD, CLAY'S DEAD!"

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Ginny came running out and screamed, falling to her knees hard beside the three of them.

Clay wished he could hug her. He wished he didn't drink so much. He wished he never went outside.

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Diego ran out next, immediately covering his mouth to muffle a scream.

Sammy and Lee stuck their heads out to window, curious to see what was going on. Lee nearly fell out of the window when he realized what was going on, only to be caught by Sammy and a shell shocked Harriet.

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Claudine ran out, dropped to her knees ,and started to prey over Clay's body. Begging God not to take her friend.

Big Murph was screaming from inside still.

...There's a dead boy in the pool...

Junior and Bronze were running about, looking for help. Losing their cool for once.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

Clay began to cry, unable to take the sight of his friends freaking out. He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted to hurt his friends this way.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

His cries worsened when he realized that his aunt and little brothers would probably react worse than his friends and girlfriend had.

And when he realized that his dad wouldn't even care.

He was never gonna get to live the life he had often dreamed of with Ginny.

He'd never get married. Never have kids. Never get off the isle.

He'd never sail the world or hit it big in his and Diego's band.

Then something unexpected and miraculous happened.

...I'm the dead boy in the pool...

Clay gasped and started coughing up water. His lungs burning.

Rick fell back, shaking but relieved "oh thank god it worked."

Claudine had a similar reaction.

And Ginny? Ginny pounced on him, hugging him tightly. Still sobbing.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, you asshole!"