#terrorbitch

[luckydime]

closed starter for @terrorbitch. ♥

the last few hours had tested emmy, seeing yet another girl talking to floyd every time she spotted them across the club, an instinctive, seething possesiveness jolting through her and she had to keep herself from causing a scene about ten times. she thought being able to dance with them eventually would have made it better, but being that close and not touching only made it worse. so, the moment they texted about getting out of here, emmy took matters into her own hands. "don't worry, guys, i'll make sure the drunk gets back to their hotel room safely," she giggled, hand on floyd's back as she motioned them through the door, feeling like she could breath again now that they were finally alone together.

[peachfvzz]

CLOSED starter for @terrorbitch

"i think my next goal is to offer skincare products without any toxic ingredients. you'd be surprised to find out how horrible most sunscreens are. they contain solentium, which prevents your body from properly absorbing d., which ends up affecting your circadian rhythm." sienna liked to hear herself talk a bit too much.

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @persephonyed.

he hadn't heard from her. not as much as he wanted to. and he tried not to care. he slept with pretty girls, pretty blonde girls, even went for older women to get the same kind of feeling ..... but it never seemed to work. he ended up at the university's medical station, asking them about the doctor who had helped him out. who she was, where she was from, what hospital she could be found at. he got the information but didn't do anything to really look her up. if anything, mikey barely knew how to find his parents on facebook. there was no way he was going to sift around the internet to learn about he woman when he could just show up at her job and find out.

so, he booked a trip. he didn't tell anyone that he booked it, he just got in a plane by himself and left. didn't let his parents know, didn't tell his twin (though, what would lou really have to say? good luck?) and made sure that he directly went from the airport to the hospital. no hotel booked, just him and his backpack. royal jubilee hospital was what he was looking for, walking through the halls and finding the cardiac center. maybe she wasn't even working. but that didn't matter. if it was meant to be like he had felt it was, then he would find her. what he didn't expect? was to find her husband.

after asking for doctor edmunds, the nurse smiled and let him know she was in a surgery. cool, okay. so she was there. and then his face fell when she said, 'i can get her husband for you, he can do the follow up.' and before mikey could decline, he just smiled and nodded. his world had come crashing down around him and all he did was offer this nurse his charming smile, and waited to meet the husband of the woman he had just fucked weeks prior. at least he was probably a loser; the kind of guy that didn't rail her on the regular had to have been some dweeb. god, was he ever wrong. when the man walked up to him and introduced himself, mikey realized he had to be quick on his feet.

"i think she was with her sister, at the game. yeah, yeah. indie. indie's kind of dating my friend davie, and when i collapsed on the ice indie got ingrid to check me out. told me that if i wasn't feeling better in a few weeks to check in with my doctor... i, uh, i'm worried, man. y'know? gonna be a professional player and if i got something wrong with my heart i wanna see the best. so, i stalked her. well, i mean, i figured out where she worked and... yeah. yeah, here i am." the two of them laughed, the man looked... nice. even mikey, objectively speaking, knew he was gorgeous. he could tell the way the nurses were fawning over him. over both of them. mikey wasn't used to sharing the spotlight. he had no fucking idea why ingrid fucked him when her husband looked like this.

finally, after what felt like hours, he saw the familiar blonde walking down the hallway. he grinned at her, before shaking hands with her husband and went to go usher her into one of the examination rooms.

"so. your husband. he seems really nice... micropenis? there's gotta be a flaw there, right? no dude looks that good without something."

[prcperdose]

closed starter for @terrorbitch

"if you want to spend a few weeks in a bus with me, brodie, alexis, and jesse i'm not gonna stop you." they grin, "but we leave tomorrow so i think you might need to get packing." they'd call brodie and tell him later. but it wasn't like they couldn't use someone else for setup and break down. plus anna had always been a fixture in their life. it wasn't like anyone would really be suprised. they'd only have to steel themselves against the occasional jokes about their obvious crush on her, but they would manage it. “do you need to get paid? not sure there’s much money…” they trail off, cheeks pinking at the admission. it felt embarrassing, if they were honest. but they’d let it rock anyways

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @terrorbitch

"do we have to do this tonight? can't we just like... order some protective gear first? or pay for some online exorcism training?" despite rory's complaining, she was following behind dutifully, leaves crunching underneath her boots as she followed lottie deeper into the woods.

[lvciddreamt]

@terrorbitch

“i feel like you just hate me no matter what i do. i even did the dishes today. like, right away!”

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @terrorbitch )

“don't 'coop' me, mikey.” she stood from her bed, headphones around her neck as she crossed her arms over her chest. “no, i’m not.” cooper moved closer, hand on the doorknob as she stepped in his path. she wanted to be left alone to mope in peace. “you guys can obviously do whatever you want. i would just prefer not to walk in on it the second i get home.”

[hlfmoonshine]

sara didn't know what had possessed her, what had egged her on and encouraged her to step out of the very small, very specific comfort zone she had made for herself, and yet, when idina invited her out for drinks after work, she'd agreed. her therapist would be overjoyed. sara was overwhelmed. she excused herself and slipped onto the patio, fumbling to pull a well worn pack of smokes from her purse. she dropped the pack at the sound of the patio door swinging open once more, a stranger joining her on the terrace. "shit." she muttered to herself, cheeks already flushing red as she quickly dropped to grab the slim pack of menthols. / closed starter for the lovely @terrorbitch (let me know if you want someone else lovey)