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Layla Ann Dixon
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@layladixonoc
BIO IN PROGRESS
Layla Ann Dixon
Anyone care to help me break in my new OC? @jaimefisher?
" i’m not as jealous as i am insecure." -- @layladixonoc
"What can I do to help?" Eddie questioned, looking Layla over. He didn't know what the heck she had to be insecure of. He loved her with his whole heart and he had tried to show her that all the time. She was his girl... "If it's something I'm doing wrong, or maybe even something I'm lacking in, I need you to tell me. I can't fix what I don't know about babe."
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"It's not even you." Layla tried to find the right words. She had been in the bathroom and heard yet another round of girls being the worst and talking about not even her specifically but girls 'like her' and it had set of her worry that, in the end, he say it was always just a joke.
"I just, these girls talk and--" she started to ramble. "I just feel like what if they are right and I am dumb and--"
“Hey...” He breathed, cutting her off. Eddie reached over to her gently, his fingers lifting her chin, rings cool against her skin as he leaned in, kissing her lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “I won’t let you talk about my girlfriend like that. Layla, you’re one of the smartest people I know, and you’re beautiful, and amazing, and I swear, I don’t care what those girls say. They’re wrong.”
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She was almost in tears when he stopped her. She didn't like that her brain did this but when it did, she was so grateful he wad there. "I-I know it's just," she sighed and kept her head to his. "Too many voices in my head sometimes."
She tried to take another steadying breath. Grounding in his solid calm.
" i’m not as jealous as i am insecure." -- @layladixonoc
"What can I do to help?" Eddie questioned, looking Layla over. He didn't know what the heck she had to be insecure of. He loved her with his whole heart and he had tried to show her that all the time. She was his girl... "If it's something I'm doing wrong, or maybe even something I'm lacking in, I need you to tell me. I can't fix what I don't know about babe."
@layladixonoc
"It's not even you." Layla tried to find the right words. She had been in the bathroom and heard yet another round of girls being the worst and talking about not even her specifically but girls 'like her' and it had set of her worry that, in the end, he say it was always just a joke.
"I just, these girls talk and--" she started to ramble. "I just feel like what if they are right and I am dumb and--"
I simultaneously want to do a ton of rp and can't seem to get any rp started or continued... But iykyk... discord maybe?
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Layla was usually much better at hiding and keeping people from noticing when she was having one of her breakdowns. She wasn't so successful this time. Her face and neck were deep red, she felt like her heart was going to explode, her hands were shaking. It was all too much too fast!
She looked up and saw her friend and couldn't even form words.
Oh, Cam knew that look. That was last christmas when he'd excused himself early to flee upstairs to hyperventilate behind his bed because somehow a question grandma asked had made the walls close in.
"Hey, okay-" Unsure if she would be okay with touch, Cam sat down next to her, shielding Layla from view at least a little. "Et'll pass. I won'leave ye alone. I know et's awful, but et's not fore'er-" All the things he'd wanted to hear whenever it had happened to him. "An' once et passes, I'm buyin' ye ice cream."
She curled in on herself a bit, trying to slow her breathing. She started to slowly, repeatedly mumble, "It'll pass."
This was the worst one she had had since moving. Brought on by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the girl screaming after what sounded like her being slammed into metal, had been a boy startling his girlfriend, not her about to get hit.
She had to keep telling herself it would pass.
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Her body tensed as she started to clench and pulse around him. Moaning against his lips as her arms clungto his neck.
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Layla was usually much better at hiding and keeping people from noticing when she was having one of her breakdowns. She wasn't so successful this time. Her face and neck were deep red, she felt like her heart was going to explode, her hands were shaking. It was all too much too fast!
She looked up and saw her friend and couldn't even form words.
just for fun, send my muse names / titles yours would want to call them in bed ;) and my muse will rate them 1-10
SEND ‘ DENIED ‘ TO LOCK MY MUSE IN A CHASTITY-BELT
send 🫂 to hold my muse while they have a panic attack.
Sentence starters for addicted muses || Tw: implied substance abuse
"We need to talk."
"can you not see that you have a problem?"
"You said you were going to stop."
"Why did you lie to me?"
"This has gotten way out of hand. You need help!"
"I'm worried about you."
"You're not the only one this affects!"
"How long have you been hiding this from me?"
"I'm trying to be there for you but you make it so difficult sometimes."
"I don't like the way you act when you use that stuff."
"Please don't push me away."
"I know you're having a hard time, but this isn't the answer."
You're going to loose everything if you don't stop."
"Can't you tell this stuff is making you sick?"
"You look awful."
"I can't watch you do this to yourself."
"I know someone who might be able to help you."
"When is this going to stop? When you're dead?"
"All that progress out the window, and for what? A quick buzz?"
"If you can't do it for yourself then please do it for me!"
"I'm taking this. You've had enough."
"I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Where did you get that stuff?"
"So, you're not quitting?"
"I'm taking you home. Right now."
"We need to get you to the hospital."
"No, I'm not letting you do this to yourself!"
Send “YOINK” to pick up my muse and run away with them.
Send 😉 to have my muse confess about a dirty dream involving your muse.
Or send 😳 to have my muse catch your muse waking up from a dirty dream about my muse.
Send a 🏥 for a blurb about how my muse would care for yours if they were sick/injured!
Send ‘Casually Topless’ For the sending muse to find the receiving muse topless.
Alternatively send ‘Casually Bottomless’ For the sending muse to find the receiving muse bottomless.
Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!
{{Anyone in the mood to entertain Layla? Not sure what she wants but she's awake. }}