iโm gonna list rapid fire ideas for fanfics/blurbs/imagines whatever you want to call them
-subspace reader cause of dom billie and reader has to sue safe word and billie comforts and brings the reader back to reality
-best friend reader and billie who are both celebs and they star in swarm together (pretend the reader plays Dre) and the kiss leads to feelings neither one realized they had
-billie and the reader used to be BEST friends but now years later reader is married to a man to please their family but billie and the reader both know the reader isnโt happy (lowkey imagine a secret affair/hookups between billie and the reader but all up to you)
okay thatโs all for now. sorry if these arenโt cool lol
chat- chat im cooking up something VISIONARY TELL ME IF YALL WANT IT OR NOT BC I KINDA FELL OFF FR๐ญ๐ญ
imma probably make this a long one because i got some goooooooddd ideas for dis
Summary: You weren't ready to kill anyone in Hide And Seek, thank God he's there to help
Warnings: Language, Blood, Gore, Violence, Religious Trauma, Murder, Mentions of Rape Dark Fic, Smut (+18, mdni), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub/Con, PiV, Rough Sex, Blood Play, Ingesting Bodily Fluids, Dom!Namgyu, Sub!Reader, Mutual Masturbation, Spitting, Dirty Talk
A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume
Nam-gyu could taste colours.
He's quite sure that if he jumped off a high enough ledge, he'd fly.
Ever since they entered the gameroom with its low ceiling and labrinth streets, he's been on a bender unlike any other. A bender he's struggling to enjoy in its entirety because something almost akin to a conscience has been niggling away at him ever since he ran into you during Hide and Seek.
He was straddling a corpse, playing in its blood while Myung-gi called for him to hurry up.
You'd run into the same alley. You and your frightened eyes and your red vest clean of blood. He'd been smiling but that's because his face couldn't conjure up any other expression even if he tried.
And he did try.
He tried stepping towards you. Only to show you how to properly hold that knife you carried with such uncertainty.
But you'd already fled.
He knew you didn't have it in you to kill anyone.
That's why he was doing this. He was a good boyfriend.
"I don't get why we can't just kill it" Myung-gi watches with displeased eyes as Nam-gyu drags the living body of a middle aged man through the
He's stalling their movements significantly trying to pull the man whose own legs have no use for him now. Nam-Gyu made sure they weren't working. He made sure the man could not run. But he also made sure the man wasn't dead.
Nam-gyu's still twitchy, from the pills and from all the blood. It could've been so easy to stick another knife inside a hot body- it would've been way more fun. But then he thought of you. Your wide eyed gaze. Your trembling hand around the whimsical dagger.
That's when he stopped himself. That's when he whispered, to the frightened old man in the blue vest, โI'm not gonna be the one to do it,โ
He could've killed this man. He could have watched the knife sink right through his blue vest.
He giggles to himself. Thinking about those corpses and their doll-like eyes. Their comatose little bodies. The fear. The peace.
"Thing is," he's speaking without noticing he's speaking. Nam-gyu drags the man through the ground like he's lugging a sack of potatoes. Like they don't have 15 minutes left in the game.
The man is either infuriatingly heavy or Nam-gyu's too high- it's proving to be a Herculean task even with his two hands on the collar of the old man's shirt. Myung-gi doesnt slow down his very serious gait but he cranes his ear back. "I kinda... like," Nam-gyu giggles to himself, still trying to find the space between reason and hallucination, "I kinda fucked things with my girl when I-" he rolls his eyes, "killed that bitch Se-mi," he groans as he pulls the man closer to an already open door. A dead end. "So now I kinda have to make up for that. You're in love too, you get it."
"You dont know what love is," says Myung-gi and before Nam-gyu enters the dead end door he looks at the man, chest rising snd falling from all that heavy lefiting. "Why would you say something so hurtful- and so true?"
"Why are we stopping here-"
"Tonight I'm gonna need her." Nam-gyu says, kicking the metal door further open to reveal you cowering in the corner of a dimly lit room. Dragon flies are painted across the wall and yet you're crouched like a shy little beetle in the corner. Nam-gyu nearly stops himself from cooing.
"I get antsy at night." He says, turning back to Myung-gi who regards you with a pitiful gaze. "Im so sick of jerking off-"
"Stop talking."
"I needed to get her a gift." Nam-gyu gestures wildly at the old man he's lugged across the streets, the man with wild eyes and broken legs.
He drops the man's collar and the blue vest's head hits the ground with a loud thud.
Nam-gyu's already walking towards you in the corner.
"Here, babe, I've brought you a gift-"
You're out of it. Spiraling. Cradling your legs. Trying to tell yourself this was never supposed to be about hurting others. It was only supposed to be about surviving. And now, here you were, face-to-face with the very reason you're in these games anyway.
"What am I supposed to do with him, Nam-gyu."
"Isn't it obvious?" He crouches down in front of you. Over Nam-gyu's shoulder, you notice his accomplice, player 333 looking immeasurably ill.
"Kill him, silly," as soon as Nam-gyu's words drop, Player 333 steps out of the room, murmuring lowly under his breath. Soon its just you, an old man pleading for his life and Nam-gyu.
You're shaking your head when your eyes meet that of the man you're supposed to kill.
Round.
Wide.
His fight or flight activated and going crazy. Someone who's prepared themselves for their own impromptu death.
Nam-gyu, still crouching in front of you, drags your face back to him by the tip of his finger.
He's blood soaked and crazy but familiar. His presence grounds you.
"I'd rather they gun me down-" the words dont leave your mouth before hes clamping your mouth shut with his hand. His mood is like a switch. Gone is his smile.
"Dont do that." He says, "babe, don't do that- I fucking killed that bitch, Se-mi, now you wanna suffer the same fate?"
Your words are muffled through his mouth but your tears spill over his hands "We're all going to hell anywayI-" your mind is flooded with Bible verses. Church sermons. All of them from your childhood. All of them condemning you. They're kickstarting a wave of panic and regret and shame and you're falling. You're drowning.
"Babe," he cradles your face once more, his thumbs drifting over yojr tear streaked cheeks, "Hell? We're already here. This is it, okay? I'm just gonna need you to be a big girl and do this one big thing for me." You look over his shoulder and you see the man's eyes, pleading. He could've tried to crawl to the door. He could've tried. But he's smart enough to know when he's right between the predator's jaws."
"What did you have out there, Princess? Hm?" Nam-gyu's still cradling your face like a baby. His bloodshot eyes are still gazing down at you like you hung the moon. His hands are trembling and he's leaving blood on your cheeks but you listen.
"A junkie boyfriend who left me in crippling debt?" You ask,
"Ok, I deserved that-"
You've avoided Nam-gyu since the lights out massacre. Since he lost himself to this place. And now, here you were, needing reassurance from the worst possible voice of reason. His eyes tracked your movements ever since hide and seek began. It was almost like a mirror of when you two were dating outside the games. The only difference is, he had been the liability then, with the shifty eyes, you'd save him...
This time he promised he'd save you.
"But you forgot something," he leans in closer until his lips graze your ear. For once you're feeling something other than fear. Other than existential doom. When he whispers his next words, gone is all hope for your humanity.
"That asshole who raped you," his voice is gentle, "Made you loose your job? I killed him."
Your brows furrow and you try to pull back but he's smelling your hair now, patting down on your braids like you mean something to him. Like you're a thing he's enjoying playing with.
"You what?"
"Yeah babe, you think I'd let him rape you and get you fired? I was a shit boyfriend, yes. But I loved you out there, and I love you in he-"
In between his words that resurrected all the ghosts of the outside world, everything that landed you in this hell in the first place, you'd detangled yourself from his limbs. By the time Nam-gyu finished his confession- about the disappearance of your boss right after you lost your job- your knife was already digging clean through the blue players vest, already unwrapping Nam-gyu's little present.
Just one kill and it saved you from yet another game.
You're out of it
Unable to look away.
The world is still.
The knife feels stable, like it's being held between two boulders.
You now know what it feels like to kill someone but before you can really drown in it, you hear his voice boom behind you
โJesus fuck! That was so hot, did you see its eyes?!โ He's pacing on unsteady feet across the room,โ biting at his fingernails before crouching down beside you.
โBabe you need to see its eyes when you do it, that's the best part fuck-โ you watch with wide eyes as something foreign overtakes Nam-gyu's entire being. You'd only seen him like this one other time. The lights out massacre. When he stabbed that girl over and over.
Now he's trying to open the eyelids of a corpse, as if you weren't sitting there.
โFuck, he's already gone,โ hes slapping at the corpses cheek but yku look down at your blood soaked hands bleeding heavily.
โIt's okay,โ he says, speaking louder than he needs to, โIt's okay, Princess, we'll get another one-โ You're about to protest but he's already standing up, dragging you off the floor in the process. His hands are cold and trembling in yours.
His lips are dry and warm as they pepper kisses all over your face.
โWhich means-โ more and more kisses- and maybe even a lick- โwe have ro be really quick yeah?โ
โQuick with what-โ
He's already pulling his pants down far enough to pull himself out and your eyes widen as you step back. His pupils are blown. Two obsidian orbs, like the death in the room was another pill to him
โY-You wanna have sex now?โ You gesture wildly, โHere?โ
He steps closer until he's completely made your personal space, his own. You turn your head away but he's breathing right against your cheek, plastering his body to you, โI need to fuck you,โ
โGyu-โ he's twitchy and his words are slurred, and he's grinding against you with the urgency of a desperate man.
โPlease-โ he pushes your hair away messily, kissing up the side of your neck, โPlay with me just for a bit, hm? Look at how pretty you look with all that blood on you-fuck-โ he chuckles lowly, bringing your hand down until you're wrapping it around his exposed cock. โI nearly came watching you do itโฆโ he whispers, squeezing your hand around his cock, โC'mon there's no one hereโฆโ
โThere's a corpse right there-โ
โHe's not here anymore.โ he's stroking himself using your hand. A part of you wishes you'd be more disgusted. A part of you wishes your moral code was still intact. But the body betrays. And right now your cunt is leaking while your boyfriend with his wild eyes jerks himself off with your hand, as if you were an object. โC'mon, please,โ
You're not even sure why his asking anymore. His other hand is already mapping out the contours of your hips, already slipping under your shirt to paw at your breasts
You gasp when he pushes himself between your legs humping frantically against you as he pebbles your nipple between his thumb and index.
โNeed it so bad, Princess, please,โ
Your hand around his cock isn't even moving anymore, his hips are pushing forward in an act that has your mind slipping.
โI could fuck you like this,โ he mumbles, โ-without actually fucking youโฆโ
You moan out loud, back arching off the wall, โI swear I'd cum,โ he says, โThat's how bad I want it-โ
โAre youโฆ Nam-gyu are you high?โ You try to grapple onto reason with both hands because you were sinking fast. Your eyes were heavy lidded and you were jerking him off now on your own accord.
โMm, and horny, babe I need it. Don't tell me you don't need it-โ
โHe spits on his hand before making it disappear through the waistband of your sweats-โ
โJesus this pussy-โ in your hand, his cock twitches, right when his cold fingers make contact with your cunt, slick with its own arousal.
โY-You're disgusting-โ you try to say. As if your hips weren't rolling against his hand, as if you didn't drag your hand up and down the length of his shaft.
โOnly for you-โ his eyes roll back, โI'll be whatever you want me to be,โ he says before dipping down to whisper. โI'd live inside you if I could-โ That alone has your mind descending further and further into this pit of hellfire you're both swimming in.
โThat's it,โ his hand rubs circles around your clit. Fast, demanding circles that have you wincing, โYour pussy wants me so bad. You want me so bad Iโm- fuck-โ Its like heโs not talking to you and that alone makes you delirious.
โGonna let me cum inside?โ
Right when you're on the edge of it all, right when your about to cum, it stops. He's pulling your pants down- slotting himself messily between his legs before he brings his hand under your mouth.
โSpit.โ He says, โSpit for me baby quickly.โ
You do.
And when he uses it to lube up his cock your head hollows itself of all reason. You need him just as badly and soon, you're bucking upwards, guiding his cock in.
Through the slightly open door, your heart screams. Helpless, violent screams, and for a moment you delude yourself into believing you really have died and gone to hell.
But now the head of his cock is slicing right through you. He stabs you with it, slamming himself in until he's fully sheathed inside you. Your hand paws at his back. You wish he was shirtless so you can sink your nails into his back. Bring him closer. Until you've consumed him whole.
โYou're pussy's so good- fuck. Between this, and the pillsโฆ Don't know which is better, baby-โ he's already fucjing you at a quick and desperate pace against the wall. He lifts your leg up by hooking a hand under your thigh, only slotting himself in deeper.
With his other hand, he lifts the knife up. He lets it glint under the fluorescents. He lets you see it
โI could hurt you too.โ
There's no rule that says I can't. I could make you all pretty with your eyes all empty. He presses the knife to the side of the neck as he fucks you, his eyes keenly zeroed in on your hot, sweating dark skin against the pointed tip. His cock oozes precum inside you.
โBut your eyes are already pretty, yeah? My pretty baby
โGyu- I'm gonna cum-โ
โFuck-โ
He tilts the knife a little too deep, until a single bead of crimson dots your throat. You don't notice but he does.
โIm gonna cum inside you,โ he says, fucking you harder against the wall. You nod, and when he dips his head between your neck to lick that bead of your blood, you feel his cock twitch inside you.
โWanna taste you, your pussy, your skin, your blood- fuck-โ
He's shooting his load inside you as he spews his unholy vitriol. It fills and then it spills and you're creaming around him as you slip into your own orgasm. It muddies your head and you cry out clutching at him like you want him completely inside you..
The door opens.
A blue vest, stops and stares at you two with wide eyes, before shuffling out.
You're both breathing heavily, both on a high that feels impossible to come down from. He's tracing patterns with the knife on your skin and you know next time he cuts you it won't be an accident.
๐ธ From One Motherโs Heart โ Please Read ๐ธ
My name is Saja. Iโm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow โ from her first smile to her first steps โ surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment โ a fragile, breathless moment โ when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iโm Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnโt have to live t
If you canโt give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youโve never lived through war.
But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itโs a lifeline.
you were partying with Billie, your back was against her chest as you whine your hips grinding your ass against her.
her hands traveled from under your tits to your hips, she tightened her grip grinding against your ass, catching all that ass you were throwing against her.
you could feel the bass in your chest but that henney was making your feel more then just the bass.
Billie started placing kisses on your neck as you grind against her more you want her to touch you more than she already was.
you wanted her hand to go lower, to ease the tension and ache between your legs. you need her to-
omfg is that Sexy Red? fuck you love this song, what better way to start twerking then to fucking Sexy Red.
almost as if Billie could read your mind, her hand grips the back of your neck and pushes you down as you start shaking dat ass
โBowโ
โBowโ
โbowโ
โbowโ
โbowโ
โThats that booty meatโ
ass bouncing and clapping to the beat and Billie was catching all of it. slapping your ass with each bounce.
you could hear the crowd of people cheering the both of yall on, hyping yall up. throwing it in a circle and all. you would have kept going even after the song ended if Billie didnโt pull you off to the side.
she dragged you to a wall and pressed you up against it quickly pulling you into the most messiest, sloppiest, nastiest kiss youโve ever had.
her hand wrapped around your neck giving in a gentle squeeze. fuck you need her so bad.
tongues sliding against each other, if the kiss could get any deeper it wouldโve been.
billies leg was between your legs pressing against your cunt you moaned into the kiss and grind against her leg trying to ease the ache between your legs.
your hand find its way into Billies hair you grip and slightly pull at it, while your other hand grips her forearm squeezing it signaling for Billie to tighten her grip on your neck, which she does.
you grind faster feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release.
you both were so focused on each other you failed to notice two girls taking pictures and recording the moment.
by the time the party was over and yall were heading home to continue what yall started.
the girls already posted the photos and video on their story.
Billiesguitarpicโs Instagram story 45ms ago:
YALL WONT BELIEVE WHO TF I JUST SAW
then the slide after was the video the next slide was all the pictures they took. and on her friends page.
Billiesdogbedโs Instagram story 1h ago:
*video of you twerking on billie as she slaps your ass*
WHOEVER THIS GIRL IS SHE CAN THROW SUM ASS FOR SHO BUT DID I MENTION THAT SHES THROWING ASS ON BILLIEโ๏ธ
i forgot to mention that you and billie arenโt public..but thanks to that hennessy..now you are?
(getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow..wish me luck yall..)
you had just gotten home when you are suddenly met with a gust of wind from behind you and a hand firmly gripping your throat. Your heart was pounding against your chest.
you gasped as you were tugged back against her chest. her hand traveled down to your stomach. she wrapped her arm around your waist holding you tightly to her. you know you should be scared right now..but for some reason, as you felt her breath against your neck, the ache between your legs was so hard to ignore.
it was getting late in billies studio. you were on your phone on the couch scrolling through insta as billieโs doing adlibs on a track sheโs been working on โLUNCHโ.
the mischievous gleam in her eyes went unnoticed as she glanced over at you before clicking the voice record button on her computer.
โhey..come hereโ her voice filled the silence as she leaned back in her chair.
you look up at her from your phone as she patted her thigh. You made your way over to her and sat on her lap. your back to her chest as her hands gripped your waist. her head resting in the crook of your neck as she leaves peppered kiss on your neck. you let your head fall back onto her shoulder giving her more access.
she smirked as she moved to kiss your jawline all the way up to your lips before pulling you into a deep kiss. it didnโt take long for her hand to travel from your waist, and into your sweatpants. you pulled back from the kiss and gasped as you felt her fingers brush against your clit.
โNo panties? Were you expecting this?โ she smirked, smug as ever as she ran her fingers through your slick folds. โand youโre so wet, youโre such a slut for meโ you whimpered at her words, it only made you want her more. The things this woman could do to you.
โBillie, pleaseโ you begged as you rocked your hips against her hand to try and get more friction. you were aching for more of her touch. you crave it so badly.
โdonโt worry mama, Iโll give you what you want.โ she never lost her smirk as she slipped two fingers inside, immediately thrusting her fingers into you at a gentle yet fast pace.
you couldnโt stop the gasps and moans that tore through your throat as you arched your back, your legs already trembling as her fingers kept curling against the soft spot against your walls as you squirmed and moaned.
โUh-uh, what did I say about staying still.โ billies around wrapped around your waist holding you still as her fingers got rougher and harder. โmmh, youโre so tight mamaโ that alone had your eyes rolling back as you brought your hand up to tug on her hair as she was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
โdo you hear how wet you are baby?โ what kind of question was that? of course you could but youโre gasps and moans were drowning it out slightly. the palm of her hand brushed against your clit and that was enough to push you over the edge.
โFuck! Fuuck! Billie, Im cumming!โ you forced yourself to talk through your moans from the overwhelming pleasure. โgo โhead baby, make a mess on mommyโs fingers. Make a mess all over my lap.โ somehow her fingers got faster, they curled one final time as you came, unexpectedly her fingers kept going.
โBillie, Billie, baby I came!โ you cried out as your legs trembled, โI know baby, but just one more.โ you felt a overwhelming feeling that knot in your stomach was back as your squirmed and moaned. suddenly a loud squeal ripped through your throat as you squirted all over her fingers and jeans. and in turn soiling your sweatpants.
she kissed your temple as she brought her fingers covered in your juices to your lips. you parted your lips as she slipped her soiled fingers in โSuckโ her wish was your command as you sucked and lick her fingers. tasting yourself on her fingers, your couldnโt help but moan around her fingers. youโre head was all foggy. she pulls her fingers out of your mouth, before gripping your chin and pulling your into a messy sloppy kiss. she moaned into your mouth as she tasted you on her tongue.
for the next hour and a half the sound was all recorded, and billie couldnโt wait to put your cute little gasps into her song. with your permission of course.
(really random scenario... bear with me cus this is terrible ๐)
Smoke surrounded you. The smell of it made you cough, and you took in what you thought would be your last breath of fresh air. The fire was all around you, burning each and every leaf off of all the trees in the valley. There was no escape. Fire was catching onto the dead grass a few inches away from the trail, and it was relentless in its pace.
You couldn't do anything but sit and stare as the flames grew higher and higher. As the heat began to consume your body, beads of sweat started to form on your face. Everybody was gone before you could even process the words that came from out of Billie's mouth, and then, suddenly, you were alone. All by yourself. Surrounded by mountains of flames and ashes.
Where was everyone? Why did the people, who you considered your closest friends, run away and not even take a glance back to see if you were following? Your head feels light, so you release your breath, bursting out into a fit of coughs as you choke on your spit. Another deep breath, but this one is almost full of polluted air. More coughs, your hand bunching up the fabric of your shirt in an attempt to ground yourself.
"Y/N," a familiar voice calls out your name, muffled by the roaring sounds of the flames about to consume your whole, but you still hear it. How could you not? It was the voice of your girl. And as you turn, you're met with the sight of your girlfriends concerned face. It's Billie, "Y/N." She calls again, and this time, hee voice is much clearer. She motions you over with her hand, the other holding her shirt up to her nose as a makeshift mask.
But you can't move. The fear coursing through your veins is almost paralyzing, and the only thing you can do is stare once again. Your mind runs with the fact that Billie was the only one to come and find you. You weren't looking for her. But she found you. She found you. Her eyes sparked with worry, glassy and full of fear for both her life and yours. She couldn't have you dying like this.
"Do you wanna die alone?," She asks, and it almost makes you fearful that she'll leave again. But, she stays, coughing quietly as she cautiously steps closer. Like she's scared that you'll run off into the flames because she really didn't know why you just stayed. She reaches her hand out, "Or watch it all burn down together?" The words ring in your ears, her voice becoming a blur of syllables.
Her fingers lace into yours, and that's when it hits. Billie had actually maneuvered her way through the hot flames, jeopardizing her own life, in an attempt to possibly save your own. Your thumb runs across the top of her hand, soothing both of your nerves as her eyes land on yours, "I'd rather try to hold onto you,"
"Forever." You finish. The corners of your mouth curve into a small smile despite your life-threatening situation. You can see the smoke surrounding your bodies, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you stay strong. Billie sees right through you, though. How could she not after being by your side for this long? She drops the fabric of her shirt, finally breathing in the polluted air just to pull you into a hug.
A hug that she thought she'd never be able to give you again. Her eyes shut, breathing in your scent and getting the faintest bit of your perfume. She whispers sweet things into your ear as you both rock back and forth slowly, crying softly into each other's shoulders, "I love you. I'm not letting go." She mutters, kissing your cheek and cupping your face so that you could look each other in the eyes, "I'd rather die alone, together."
I feel like the swelling should go down soon though?! For some reason I went to school the next day when I had mine done. Idk who came up with that idea or why i was trying to be a hero lmao.
I hope you have different flavors of ice cream to diversify your diet :p
ITS DAY 4 AND THE PAIN HAS LET UP A LIL only because im staying on top of my pain meds. but i fear i might have dry socket. but i need to start doing salt water rinse every 2 hours.
and why would your parents send you to school the next day ๐ญ๐ญ they was really planning your downfall, setting you up for failure ๐ญ
but it takes strength to do that, you wouldnโt catch me dead coming to school the day after my surgery. 1. id be to swollen 2. Pain
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