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Sitting up in their bed, Murphy scooted a little closer to her, lithely nosing against her shoulder, lips feather light against her hair. Lord, how he hated that she was plagued with such dark dreams. Of course, after what she went through, he could understand it. There were nights where he was back in the basement of Papa Joe's house, hearing the deafening sound of a gunshot, just before he woke... but Wynter... God, he didn't know how to get those dreams to subside, like he desperately wanted them to.

severus snape and lily evans moodboard:

you are a lighthouse, carrying the sun between your hands,

and i am the darkness of an infinite ocean, swallowing sinking ships whole.

@phxlanthropist from {x}

  Masaomi grabbed Izaya’s hand with one of his, letting the other rest on his back as he awkwardly rose to his feet. “Fuck this... It was pretty cool for a while, but now it’s just painful. My back is always aching, the kid is always stabbing me with her elbows and feet, and I can only have sex in, like, one position. I can’t wait to get her out of me.” 

  He latched onto Izaya’s arms and gave him an unamused look. “What are you smiling for? You did this to me.” It was becoming more frequent that Masaomi took out his pain on Izaya—although, he tried to make sure he never said anything really insulting. Being pregnant was not an easy task, as he had to deal with hormones, pain, and ridiculous cravings.