#in case ya'll wanna break your feels

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part sixteen

authors note: this is a nice lil break from all of the angst! ya'll deserve it! just.....remember that storms sometimes come in cycles, so let's just enjoy now! also, my legal knowledge is limited, so we take some creative liberties. just go with the flow, bro.

i also wanna just say thank you, as always, to all of you who enjoy this story of mine! i hit over 100k words and 300+ pages in the google doc i write this in, and it's such a special thing that i feel largely goes to you all for the wonderful support. so thank you!!!!

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: angst (good-ish?), fluff, language, suggestive themes

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

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words: 7k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @southerngirl41 @wanderingreigns

The hearing to see if the open case against you moves forward is scheduled for 8am on February 15th, 2024.

You’re outside that courthouse at 7am sharp on February 15th, 2024.

It’s all you could think about in the days leading up. Once you learned that you passed your home inspection, there was a bit of relief but still that bitter feeling of not knowing how the court date would go that kept you in that loop of misery.

Joe, bless his soul, has been a saint, staying with and supporting you in between his frequent trips to your mom’s house to spend time with Callie.

And Alexis…..my God, you’re not sure how and if you could ever repay her. She gave you a detailed play by play of her attack on Mariah, and while on the surface level, it pleased you to know that bitch got her ass beat.

It didn’t do shit to the emotional pain you’ve felt at having your child ripped away from you.

Hate is a strong word, but you hate her. She could drop dead tomorrow, and you’d spit on her grave.

It’s a bold sentiment but also how you feel. Maybe it’ll go away as time passes, or maybe it won’t. Truth be told, you don’t really care too much about it either way.

You’d hoped Alexis would stay around a little longer, as you deeply enjoyed her company, her support, wanted to express to her how much her grounding you and keeping you from catching a case, putting herself at risk for catching a case, meant to you. But, in true Alexis fashion, she’d hopped on a flight and skipped town.

It wasn’t entirely surprising. She can never be in one place for too long, but it does leave a little bit of a sting. 

Granted, in her words, “Girl, don’t worry, I’ll be back when my warrant becomes active.”

The memory brings a small smile on your face as you sit in the courtroom, hearing the details of the case presented to the judge. 

It’s a daunting ordeal but not nearly as difficult as you anticipated, mostly because there is literally nothing being presented that could implicate you in any way. Truthfully speaking, the prosecutor and your public defender sound like they're advocating for the same thing: a complete dismissal. 

It provides you a small slither of reassurance and validates your request to have Joe stay at the apartment. In the negative percent chance that something went wrong today, you wanted to continue to keep his presence in Callie’s life a secret. Push comes to shove, he could serve as a liaison between the two of you.

The presenting of the “evidence” lasts much shorter than you were anticipating, and it’s when the court is ordered to stand, that the rush of anxiety returns. It takes a lot in you to settle yourself, to keep your foot from tapping, to keep from falling out.

Reminding yourself that not a speck of incriminating evidence was presented, thus no basis for moving forward with the investigation, is what keeps your centered.

As centered as one can be in this moment. 

There’s a brutal delay in the moments before the verdict is handed, one that makes your throat dry and eyes water. It’s suddenly so overwhelming, but you force yourself to pull it together. 

Judge Merritt removes his glasses from his eyes and releases a heavy sigh. “In all my years on this bench, this may be the most frustrated I’ve felt by a case before me.” For a second, your stomach drops. What does he mean by that? “There is not an ounce of evidence before me to support the actions that were taken nor the claims made against the defendant.” A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you ground your feet into your heels. That’s definitely not what you were expecting him to say, but it’s most definitely what you were praying he would say. 

“The law is the law, and I respect all parties involved who followed protocol. But my God, what a waste of time and resources.” He then directs his focus specifically on you, gaze almost apologetic. “Young lady, I sincerely apologize for the stress this situation has put you and this innocent child under. What a disgrace. Whoever made these horrific, false accusations against you, may God have mercy on their soul.” He reaches for his gavel. “All charges are dismissed against the defendant on the basis of no evidence. This case is officially closed, and the child is to be returned to the defendant’s custody, effectively immediately.”

At the same moment he bangs the gavel, you double over, hand over your stomach, crying almost instantaneously. “Thank you,” you say in between tears and share a hug with your lawyer. Surely, this is the easiest case they’ve ever defended, but it’s now one of the most important moments of your life.

You don’t hesitate to gather your jacket and adjust the purse on your shoulder as you murmur a goodbye to the lawyer and make your way down the aisle of the courtroom. You’ll probably send him a thank you card with a heartfelt message at a later date and time, but that’s not a priority currently.

The only thing you want and need is to go get your baby.

You’re looking down, trembling hands digging for your car key in your purse when you hear it, the single most beautiful sound to exist in this world, in your world.

“Mommy!”

There’s a good chance you risk whiplash when your head snaps up at the sound of the voice you’ve been almost dying to hear for the past couple days. It’s so worth it when you land your eyes on that dimpled smile that makes your life have meaning.

“Callie…..”

Before you can even close the gap between the two of you, Callie’s little feet are moving across the busy lobby of the courtroom. You literally drop to both knees, arms spread to accept her hug when she throws her body against yours. 

The tears intensify as you hold her close, hold her tight, like you’ll never let her go. And you won’t. Never again. “Calista….” She’s crying into your chest the same way your tears are soaking the top of her head. “My baby. My sweet baby….”

Callie pulls back to look at you with a frown you hope to never see on her face ever again. “Please don’t leave me anymore, mommy.”

“Never,” you vow. Law be damned, nothing could ever separate you from her again. “I will never leave you again.”

It’s the joy and happiness you feel at being reunited with your daughter that prevents you from asking just why the hell she’s at the courthouse. But, that question is answered when footsteps approach the two of you.

Your heart swells again. “Mom….” 

Your mom is the first to pull you into her for a hug that includes the three of you. She pulls ways, tears in her eyes. “There was no way on God's green earth I was going to let one more unnecessary minute pass before letting that baby be with you again.” It’s clear Joe communicated the time of your court date with your mom to make sure she would be here right on time for the dismissal and subsequent return of custody of Callie to you.

He’s literally the perfect man.

You can’t stop hugging Callie, can’t stop holding her tight, almost needing to have her in your embrace. It’s when you turn to your mom though, needing to express something to her but not entirely knowing how that you loosen your hold a little bit. “I’ve missed you so much, mom, but….”

She lifts her hand to stop you. “I understand, sweetie. We’ll catch up.” You appreciate her so much in this moment. She must know all you want is to be able to have Callie back in your place again, return to some semi sense of normalcy. “Go take your baby home.”

She gets it. You love her and have missed her dearly. However, you just want to go back to your place, especially as Joe is eagerly waiting for Callie to be back with you as well. Just want her to be home.

“Thank you, mama,” you hug her again, sniffling. She holds you for a minute and then steps back, brushing a hand over Callie’s face. Callie, who hasn’t pulled her head away from where she’s laying on your chest. 

You thank her yet again for all she did. She had to have been out of work the past week to stay with Callie, and you make a mental note to talk to her about giving her some money for that time she couldn’t work. You know she does okay for herself, but that loss of income has to impact her one way or another.

She may not accept it, but you still want to offer.

The car drive is full of Callie catching you up on everything you missed in the days without her, and you eat up every second of it. She’s even more thrilled when she sees that Joe is at the apartment, waiting for you and her with breakfast already prepared.

He really is a gem.

The three of you enjoy your meal, Callie opting to sit on your lap as she eats, clearly wanting to be close to you. 

The feeling is mutual. 

Joe had made a comment just yesterday, partially frustrated as it was Valentine’s Day, and he wanted to do something nice for you, something nice with you. But, he already knew you weren’t really in the mood for anything other than sulking and obsessing over your court date. Still, he was just irked about the situation as a whole and its hindering him spending what should be a special day catering to you.

You’d calmly explained to him that the best valentine's day gift you could receive was returned physical and actual custody of your daughter. And to have her back, to have just that, means the absolute world to you.

All you need is her.

Hence why the rest of the day is spent holed up in your apartment, Callie taking the lead and dictating what she wants to do. A lot of play. Some movie viewings. Occasional food breaks. And a lot of wholesome fun.

It warms your heart to see how happy she is to be home. 

The three of you are sitting on the floor of your living room, coffee table moved to the side to make room for all of Callie’s art supplies she ‘shares’ with the two of you as you all color. It’s about halfway through the day, when you realize you’ll need to start wrapping up to get her in bed.

Clearing your throat, you catch her attention. “Callie….your dad and I want to talk to you about something.” Her eyes lift from the page and settle on you with a heightened level of curiosity. Reaching out to brush back some of her hair, you start to explain, “you know how we live here in mommy’s place in this town?” She nods. “Well, daddy actually lives somewhere else when he’s not working.”

Her eyes fall on Joe as she asks, “where do you live?”

He answers with the gentleness you’ve noticed he reserves for her and only her. “I live in Florida.”

Her eyes flash with a glimpse of excitement. “Really? That’s where Disney is!”

Joe chuckles, and you can tell he doesn’t want to focus too much on that aspect of the move. He wants Disney to be an absolute surprise for her. “It is, but almost all of your cousins all live in Florida too.”

The excitement grows as she clarifies. “Cousin Jon and Cousin Josh too?”

Joe flicks her nose. “Yup.”

“Callie….” You redirect her attention back to you, taking both of her hands in yours. “Your dad and I think it’s a good idea if….if you and I move to Florida with him.” You quickly add on. “We’ll get a house together, and we’ll all live with each other. That way when daddy comes to visit, he’ll be at home with us.”

You can tell she’s sitting on the words, processing and making as much sense as a 4-year-old can make out of a situation like this. Finally, she asks, “will I still see grandma?”

This is when Joe jumps in and assures her. “I will make sure your grandma can come see you whenever she wants, baby girl.” Callie is too young to understand the underlying meaning of his words, but you catch on quickly. He’ll pay for your mom to come visit whenever she, you, or Callie want to see one another. “And you and mommy can come here and visit however many times you want to.” At this point, as this man is already forking up most, if not all of the money for a house, you have a hard time finding it in you to protest any of this. Especially as it primarily benefits Callie.

Again, she sits on this new information and asks a follow up question. “Can we get a backyard?”

Joe is quick to answer. “We sure can.”

She glances up at him with those sweet eyes you’re almost certain he’s physically incapable of saying ‘no’ to. “A big backyard?”

Joe suddenly reaches over and lifts her up high. Callie’s sweet giggles are food to your soul. God, you missed her. “As big as you want.”

Settling into Joe’s lap, she shoots you a wishful glance. “And a puppy, mommy?”

Laughing, you reach and tickle her side. “Nice try, sis, but you know the rule. Not until you hit double digits.”

Joe gives you that look. That look that tells you this is clearly something he wants to “discuss” further when alone, i.e., try to convince you why you should cave. You’re open for the discussion, but you’re not changing your mind. Callie is entirely too young for a pet, because you would be the one taking care of the damn dog most of the time anyway. And as you weren’t raised with animals, it’s not really your thing.

Maybe a fish.

Settling down, you ask her again as she sits comfortably in Joe’s lap. “So, you’re okay with this? With us moving?” Before she can answer, you add. “We’re going to try to find a house soon, so….so we can move as soon as we can.” This is the part you struggle with the most. Not having a lot of time to prepare for such a big thing, but you also know the sooner you’re out of that town, the better. Not being able to give her more time to say goodbye though absolutely sucks. 

Still.

You have to get Callie out of this town. 

“What about my graduation?” There’s a hint of sadness to her question. Understandably so. This is a big accomplishment for her. 

Joe offers, gently. “We’ll do something special for your graduation. I promise. Maybe invite your cousins.”

“With ice cream?”

“Yes. With ice cream.” Laughing, you share a look with Joe who nods for you to share the next part. “Hey, baby?”

“Hmm?”

“You, me, and daddy are gonna spend some time in Florida this weekend so we can go tour a house and see what we think of it.”

It’s something you and Joe discussed at length the night before. Well, more him telling you that he thought it’d be a good idea if you could get away for a couple days. You’re pretty sure he expected more of a protest from you, but he received none. The idea of being in a completely different state with Callie is more appealing than you think he realizes. 

It’s not a hard sell.

As with most of this discussion, she’s clearly intrigued. “Really?”

Nodding, you continue. “Daddy’s gonna fly out with us tomorrow morning, but he’s gotta leave tomorrow afternoon to get back to work, so it’ll mostly be you and me this weekend. But, I talked to your cousin Kaylah and we’re gonna see if you and Ellie can have a playdate.”

Both Kaylah and Trinity have checked on you often in the past week, offering words of support and encouragement that truly held you up in moments where you were already feeling so low. 

They make the idea of moving and having that kind of support system that much more enticing.

Connecting with her cousin clearly chips away some of Callie’s sadness as she cheers. “Yay!”

It pleases you immensely that she took the news so well, though a large part of you believed she would. 

This is what she’s always wanted.

A family. 

————

Traveling with Joe is so much easier than traveling alone, mostly because of how helpful it is to have another adult present when flying with a child. Naturally, Callie stays close to you, but it’s the closeness and holding her most of the time while Joe handles luggage and checking you in for your flight that you appreciate more than anything.

You’re appreciative of all he does for you, but it's physically being there that makes the biggest difference. His money is fine and all, but you don’t care about that shit. You just need him. That’s all.

Of course, he got you all first class tickets but unlike the last time you flew with Callie, instead of her being the social butterfly that she is by making friends with the flight crew, she’s fast asleep in her seat. It’s not entirely unexpected considering the ungodly hour you had to wake her up at to make it in time for the flight. If the situation was different, you’d have objected to such a crunch timeline. However, as Joe literally has a show tonight, the earlier the flight, the sooner you could view the house, the better the chances he can make his flight out in time.

Joe’s apartment is exactly as nice as you imagined it to be. It’s definitely luxury, but it looks like it’s unlived in, which is expected. You know he spends most of his time on the road. He’s probably been at your place more than he’s been at his own in the past couple months.

That’s just the life of a professional wrestler.

You lay Callie down in the guest bedroom and let her get in a little rest while you freshen up in the shower before Joe shows you around his place, where things are and whatnot. He tries to get you to take a nap, but it’s hard for you to sleep, especially when you slept as well as you did the night before.

The best sleep you’ve had since Callie was removed from you.

So, you instead catch up on some emails, mostly work related, navigating a time to meet with your principal and figure out some plan for your resignation. You’d be willing to stay on with the school system to guide and help out whoever they hire to replace you, so long as they understand it would be a long distance type of situation. 

Regardless, it’s not a major concern. Your family comes first. 

Joe, being the perfect man that he is, fixes a breakfast for you and Callie to eat before you head out. And it’s nice to finally be able to eat without emptying your stomach less than half an hour later. It’s even nicer to be able to share that breakfast with the two people you love the most.

Similar to breakfast, the car ride to the viewing is a fun time, Joe allowing Callie to have control of the music. She, of course, asks you to play her Disney playlist.

You don’t hesitate. You’ve missed this, missed all of her requests, everything about her, really. 

But pulling up to said house is an entirely different experience.

“Holy shit,” you breathe as Joe pulls his Range Rover into the driveway behind the red Tesla you’d guess belongs to the realtor his manager hired for ya’ll, Jen.

“Mommy, you said a bad word,” Callie scolds, and Joe chuckles. You shoot him a side glare which only makes him laugh more as he moves to unbuckle Callie from her booster seat. 

“Mommy’s sorry, baby.” It’s a genuine apology, but you don’t actually regret what you said. You can’t help it. The house looked huge in the pictures, but it’s massive in person. You feel like you’ve just walked into Beverly Hills or something. Like if the house wasn’t secured by a massive, black wrought iron gate, the neighbors would call the police on you for trespassing on some where did you people come from BS.

Jen, the realtor, is waiting for you in the foyer of the house. She’s nice enough, seems genuine and chill. But, it’s hard to focus too much on her when you’re stuck in a state of awe at the fact that you’re literally standing in a mansion. Callie instantly falls in love just from the fact that her voice echoes near the entrance, among other things as well, but that fact alone wins her over immediately. 

You find it strange, however, when Jen basically leaves the three of you alone to tour the house. Granted, you’ve never actually been on a house tour, everything you've seen on HGTV indicated homegirl is supposed to actually, well, sell the house.

“Sis must not care about this commission,” you whisper to Joe, but a gasp immediately leaves your mouth afterwards as you walk into the kitchen. “Oh my god….” You’d fallen in love the minute you saw the pictures, but seeing it in person is a whole other experience. “Look at the ovens.” The open floor plan of the kitchen alone probably rivals half the size of your apartment back home. Maybe more. “Is this real granite?” Running a finger over the cool stone, you realize that in a house this big and luxurious, it only makes sense that everything included is real. 

And expensive.

Callie giggles, standing close to Joe. “Maybe mommy can learn how to cook.”

Smacking your teeth, you playfully cross your arms over your chest, warning, “okay, I’m forreal. Ya’ll better leave me alone. I try.” 

“Yes, you do absolutely try.” You can’t move fast enough to punch Joe’s arm, a small laugh leaving his mouth at your slowness. Or maybe it’s just his speed. You can tell he’s been hitting the gym harder in preparation for WrestleMania, and it’s paying off, paying off very well. With everything going on, you haven’t had the time nor desire to show him said appreciation. 

An unfortunate occurrence indeed. 

“Let’s look at the rest,” Joe encourages, leaning over to pick up Callie, though something tells you she’ll be wiggling to get down and explore with her own two feet. 

Following them, you’re grateful that you wore your most comfortable pair of sneakers. Exploration of this home is a workout in and of itself.

Sure enough, you’re barely into the back of the house when Callie asks to get down, running into the movie theater room. “It’s just like the movies!”

“It sure is….” Touring the rest of the residence is something like out of a fantasy. There’s not a single thing you can find wrong with this house. The rooms, and there are plenty of them,  are large, spacious, ready to be decorated as you see fit. You even come across two spaces that you could see being your and Joe’s office spaces. That’s one thing you really did miss after giving up your office for Callie to have a playroom. This house is big enough for her to have two playrooms if she wants.

And you know Joe would give it to her. 

The master bedroom is literally perfect, but the bathroom is even better with a separate shower, bathroom, and large his/her sinks with counter space that links the two sinks. It conjures inappropriate thoughts about how said space could be used. 

But, it’s really the backyard that does it for you. It’s humongous, beautiful green grass stretching out for what seems like a mile. There’s a separate attached building that you already know Joe would turn into a home gym, a beautiful pool that’s covered up, covered patio and just nothing but room for Callie to run around.

And she does just that.

Her little legs take her all over the greenery as you take in everything else. 

Joe suddenly turns you toward him. His hand is on the back of your neck, and his voice is almost vulnerable, as he asks, “do you like it?”

Maybe if not for the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on the past week, you’d hit him with your usual smartass remark. But, that’s neither a desire nor an option, as you answer with equal vulnerability. “I love it.” It’s when you see that spark of excitement and relief in his eyes that you see a glimpse of Callie, see her smiling face and big, hopeful eyes. You’d never realized just how much of him is in her. “But Joe, I don’t want you sp—”

“It’s ours.” 

One, two, three blinks precede you asking with a stutter in your voice. “W–what?”

His hands shift to your hips as he repeats himself. “It’s ours.”

There’s a hint of alarm growing in your body and projected into your voice. “You’re saying that like it’s supposed to make sense, Joe.” 

He brings his lips to your forehead and says, “this is our house.”

You’re hearing him, but you’re not actually hearing him because there’s no way in hell he can be serious right now. No way that he can seriously be telling you that this beautiful house you’re standing in, the kind of house people can only dream about having one day, the level of luxury that’s reserved for Pinterest and vision boards…..is yours.

Chuckling at your probably expected reaction, he adds. “I could tell by your facial expressions just looking at the pictures that you loved it, so I asked Kaylah and Alexis to come see it, since Kay knows what I like, and I know Lex knows what you like.” You suddenly realize why he was being a bit strange with his phone the other day, a stark difference from the man who literally told you his passcode even when you didn’t ask for it. Going through your man’s phone was never your thing, especially with him. You trust him too much for that shit.

It also explains Alexis' sudden departure. She was checking out the house for you, seeing if it was something that you would like. Obviously, it’s not something you like.

It’s something you love.

Joe continues to explain. “Now, technically, the signing isn’t until next week, because I wanted to give you and Callie a chance to see it for yourselves, but it is under contract to make sure it’s ours….if you want it.”

If…..

There is no if in this situation.

“Joe…..” Tears are burning your eyes, and it’s still hard to comprehend just what he’s saying, but the reality is also setting in as well. “You seriously bought us a house?”

His expression softens, voice lowering as he reminds you. “I told you, I love you, and I want to be with you. Wanna be with Callie.” 

It’s hard to not be choked up in this moment where this man has literally purchased an entire house for you. And not some small 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom starter home in the middle of bumfuck nowhere but a literal mansion, a dream.

Sniffling, you nod to yourself, laughing tearily and reach up to hug him. Joe’s arms are immediately around you, holding your body close to his. “Thank you.” He must have done all of this in under a week, recognized how difficult all of this was on you and wasted no time in speeding up this process to get you what you need. “Thank you so much.”

He’s always there for you when you need him, and you’re not sure how to help him understand how that means the absolute world to you.

Callie runs over to where you’re standing, trying not to be a blubbering mess. Your emotions have been all over the damn place lately. Thankfully, she directs her question to Joe. “can we come visit here when we move to Florida? It’s so fun!”

You give Joe a nod, indicating to him that he should tell her. This may be a moment for all of you, but it’s a special thing you want him to be able to have with Callie. 

“Baby girl….” He kneels down on knee in front of her, gently pulling her closer to him. “This is our house.” She gasps, and you can only imagine the happy smile on his face. “You, me, and mommy, we’re gonna live here.”

“Really?” Her excitement is palpable and stretches across the entire premises. “Forever?”

He chuckles. “As long as you want to live here.” 

Callie suddenly asks, clearly realizing just what this means. “I can paint my room?”

That’s one thing you also know she’s always wanted to do, to paint the bland white walls of her room back at your place. 

Now though….now she can. 

“You can draw on the walls in your room for all I care, baby girl. It’s your room.” He would be that dad, the dad that lets his kid do whatever they want with their space, because it’s their space. 

If only you were that mom.

“Uhh, Joe—”

“And get a puppy!” Your eyes go wide at this. This child really is not taking you seriously, but you’re especially floored when Joe’s ass whispers to her something about talking to you about it.

It’s when Callie starts to run around the backyard, happy and ecstatic, celebrating, that you warn him. 

“You think I’m playing, Joe. Get that lil girl a puppy, and I promise you, you gon be taking Toto on the road with you. She gon be at your side when you do your slow ass walk to the ring. I’m not taking care of no dog.” And you mean that. Callie can give him all the puppy dog eyes—no pun intended—she wants. She’s just not old enough yet.

Of course, Joe tries to sway you, suggesting, “it’ll teach her responsibility.”

A heavy sigh leaves your mouth as you observe Callie spinning in a circle. This child has the energy of the energizer bunny. “We already have one rambunctious child. Let’s just focus on her first, please?”

Your little family of three is more than enough.

It’s everything you need.

This, right here, right now, is all you need.

————

Joe told you he talked with Kaylah about being a bit of your tour guide and helping you and Callie to familiarize yourself with the area while he was gone, but he didn’t mention that Kaylah would literally be coming over that night.

It’s a surprise when you get a call from the front desk asking for permission to buzz Kaylah in, but you don’t hesitate to authorize it, especially when you overhear Ellie’s little voice in the background. 

You know Callie will be thrilled to see her cousin. 

And she definitely is, the two girls making more noise than probably what’s appropriate for an apartment, especially an upscale apartment. But, something tells you even if there is some type of noise complaint, Joe won’t hesitate to dead that shit.

“How are you doing? Really?” Kaylah asks as the two of you sit in Joe’s living room on the sofa as the girls play in the guest bedroom. The TV is on Smackdown, but Joe hasn’t made his appearance yet.

You promised Callie you’d call her when he got on screen, so it’s something you pay attention to.

“I can’t believe she would do that to you, and she was supposed to be your best friend?” Kaylah sounds rightfully disgusted. “You and Callie didn’t deserve that.”

“I have my baby back, so I’m much better now.” And it’s the truth. It’s almost night and day how having Callie back in your custody has completely changed your existence. You can actually bring yourself to do something other than cry, can actually experience emotions other than sadness, and most importantly, you can also keep food down.

There’s still some lingering nausea that you wish would just go away, but it’s tolerable. Much tolerable than the constant vomiting.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to leave that place. I don’t know if I could stay there either after that.”

“A part of me doesn’t want to go back now.” Even though you’ve only met Kaylah once, there’s something about her that’s comforting and easy to talk to. “I just….even now, it’s like I have this fear that they’re gonna take her from me as soon as I step foot off the plane.”

She reaches over and places her hand on top of yours. “That’s over with now. The judge dismissed everything. You’re okay, girl. Callie’s back home.”

Feeling the wetness on your face alerts you that those damn tears have returned. For someone who hates crying, you’ve sure been doing a lot of it. And you hate it. 

“Thank you, Kaylah.”

She gives you a warm nod and smile. “Oh!” Kaylah reaches over to her purse on the coffee table, digging around before she pulls out a folded piece of paper. “Here. You’ll need this.” Unfolding the paper, she explains, “it’s the info for the doctors and dentists Jon and I use for ourselves and the kids. Ellie especially loves Dr. Pyle. She’s super great with kids, and I absolutely adore my primary and OB-GYN. They’re both fabulous black women who actually listen when you have an issue.”

There’s so many things to consider when moving that it never even crossed your mind yet that you’d need to find a whole new slate of medical providers. Kaylah’s thoughtfulness is so appreciated. “Thank you. I should probably call tomorrow and get those appointments set up now.”

With everything you’ve been through this past week, it’s not a half bad idea to get a check up just to make sure everything is going good internally.

You add that to your to-do list for tomorrow. 

Maybe see the OB-GYN for your women’s wellness exam as well. You’re just about due anyway.

She nods. “Definitely, and I don’t know if you and Joe have talked about schools, but Ellie’s private school is really great.”

Private school….

You’d definitely thought about schools for Callie, but a private school wasn’t really an option as you were factoring in your financial capability. Now though….now that Joe is in the picture, you’re almost certain he would not only want Callie to be in private school vs public school, but he’d pay however much it cost to do so.

You’re not entirely opposed, interestingly enough. Especially since Callie is technically the kid of a celebrity, it might be a good move to keep her in a smaller, more private setting. 

“We haven’t, but I’m sure it's a discussion we’ll have.” You then remember. “Can you also give me the information for the dance academy Ellie goes to? I think I want to see about putting Callie in ballet.” It’s something she’s been wanting for a while, and accepting Joe’s financial generosity is becoming easier when you think about how it can benefit Callie. She deserves all of the happiness in the world.

And you’d much rather her do ballet than finesse her daddy into getting her a dog that’ll eventually be yours.

“Of course! We can actually swing by there tomorrow, so you can get a feel, if you want.” She offers, and it sounds like a great plan. Checking out the school with Joe is also something you make a mental note to discuss with him. Something tells you Kaylah is a good judge of character, but you need to check for yourself. This whole experience has made you that much more protective of your baby girl. “Joe also asked that I take you guys furniture shopping to start furnishing the house.”

At that, you groan and lean your head back against the sofa. “Girl, it’s gon take a minute to furnish that house. It’s so big.”

“It is, but it’s also so beautiful.” She leans closer to you, hand on your forearm. “And you don’t have to do everything at once, just like the master, Callie’s bedroom, the living room. You know, the main rooms.”

“Oh my goodness, I already know Joe is gonna’ have that girls room looking like a damn toy store.” He already mentioned something about knowing someone who does wall art and murals and reaching out to see if they could do a Disney mural in her bedroom. Not that you’re opposed to that. “He already spoils her. Now that we have this big ass house, I know it’s only going to get worse.”

Kaylah makes a sound and shrugs. “Let him. He loves her. He loves being a dad. Let him spoil her. Let him spoil you.”

“I love Joe for a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with his money. I don’t need him to spoil me financially. Other ways though….” Because of everything that’s happened the past week, you’ve had neither the mental or desire to be intimate with Joe. But with Callie returned to you and the litany of other positive things happening in your life, that sex drive is gradually building back up.

A small part of you is wishing that you’d gotten in a ‘quickie’ in the small space of 

‘Callie is sleeping’ time before you went to see the house. Granted, you also know that Joe isn’t a fan of quickies.

If he can’t have you for as long as he wants you, milking out at least 2 to 3 orgasms, he doesn’t want you at all. 

“Girl please, that man is like my brother. I don’t need the visuals.” She laughs, waving her hands in a “please shut up” manner. Giggling, you glance at the TV and see the blue lights flashing around the arena.

Sitting up and angling your body towards the back of the sofa, you make a sound when your chest presses against the cushion of the sofa. Your boobs have been weirdly tender too. Ignoring one of many annoying things about being a woman, you shout out, “Callie Bear! Daddy’s on TV!”

Callie runs in there faster than Usain Bolt, Ellie not too far behind. The girls plop on the living room floor, Callie’s eyes glued to the TV, not wanting to miss a second of it.

Your attention is also glued to the TV, but also elsewhere, even as your fine ass man talks his shit while looking so good doing so. 

You’ve learned a lot in the past week, been through a lot, but one of the major takeaways has been the importance of community. Of family. Alexis has transcended past best friend territory. A best friend doesn’t do what she did, doesn’t take the heat, even if she won’t feel said heat, the way that she did for you.

That’s something a sister would do. 

And while your heart swells at the notion of considering and seeing her as such, having that important conversation with her about what you want her to be in your life moving forward,, it’s also triggered another train of thought.

With change, comes friction, and while that friction can be uncomfortable, it can lead to something beautiful.

Look at you and Joe. Where you started, and where you are now. If you had to, you’d do it all again. It’s just all so worth it. 

So, you decide to pull out your phone as Callie goes crazy seeing Dwayne aka “cousin Maui!” appear on the screen and scroll to your earlier messages. Your thumb hovers over that thread, and there’s a brief moment of hesitation before you decide to power over fear and type out a message

You: hi, bianca. sorry for the delayed response, a lot has happened….  but you’re right. it can end with us. when’s a good time to call you? better yet, can we meet up?

You don’t even bother proofreading it before hitting send, not trusting yourself not to back out.

To say you feel 100% confident with your decision would be an absolute lie. You’re still wary about moving forward, but you owe it to yourself, and Callie, to try. From now on, you only want and need people in your life who want and deserve to be there.

And if…..and if your sister is included in that list, then you owe it to yourself to at least see what happens there.

This is a new season of your life, and you intend to embrace it for all it brings.

[foxglovepng]

Songs I associate the twst characters with 🌼🥀

Characters: All of them

CW: Swearing

A/N: As a music enthusiast I feel compelled to make this. I bolded the song title and I added the song artist in case ya'll wanna look it up (I would add links but not everyone uses spotify...I"M LOOKING AT YOU APPLE MUSIC AND YOUTUBE MUSIC USERS)

Pt 1

If you liked Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Heartslabyul

Riddle- Avril Lavigne Alice

Trey- Arctic Monkeys Knee Socks

Cater- Stevyn, CthruRio Chronically Online Bitch

Deuce- Dominic Flike Mama's boy

Ace- My Chemical Romance Boy Division

Savanaclaw

Leona- Scene Queen Are you Tired?

Ruggie- TV Girl Taking What's not Yours

Jack- Muse Supermassive Black Hole

Octavinelle

Azul- TV Girl Lovers Rock

Jade- Joji Pretty Boy

Floyd- Limp Bizkit Break Stuff

Scarabia

Kalim- FIFTY FIFTY Cupid

Jamil- Radiohead No Surprises

Pomefiore

Vil- Britney Manson Fashion

Rook- Sleep Token Take Me Back to Eden

Epel- Dolly Parton 9-5

Ignihyde

Idia- Deftones Phantom Bride

Ortho- Hastune Miku Popipo (or ぽっぴっぽ)

Diasmonia

Malleus- Lana Del Ray Once Upon a Dream

Lilia- Mr. Kitty After Dark

Silver- Hozier Too Sweet

Sebek- Mitski Francis Forever

𝑭𝖔𝖝𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖕𝖓𝖌™

[jungle-angel]

The Piano Man (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett discover that Royal has a serious hidden talent when your little boy asks him to teach him something one day

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"Alright son, that's enough of that," Royal said, dusting the wood shavings off the piece he and Rhett had been working on.

Rhett blew away some of the wood shavings and agreed. Any more work and the piece just wouldn't look right. "Feels like this is taking forever," he yawned.

"I know, I know," Royal told him. "But whatever can help bring in some extra cash we'll take it. You teaching next week?"

"Three days a week at the Amelia County Steiner school that the kids go to," Rhett answered. "Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays."

Royal was relieved. Ever since the woodworking teacher had retired, he had wondered if he should take the job, but the ranch desperately needed running and with the new hands having been hired, it had doubled the work. Brian O'Dowd had proven himself to be an excellent worker, but having done a stint in jail had Royal and Russ Redwood keeping a close eye on him just in case he had gotten in trouble again.

The two of them worked away at the wood, the radio playing on the shelf above Royal's tool bench and the smell of freshly carved woods filling the entire room. The door to the woodshop creaked open and in came Tanner in his little boots, black cowboy hat and his denim jacket that Rhett had gotten him and his twin brother at a ride two weeks before.

"Papa?" he chirped, tugging at Royal's jacket sleeve. "You come play with me?"

"We'll come play in a minute bud," Royal told him. "Daddy and I have to finish something up, but we'll come once we're done."

"Ok," Tanner chirped.

Royal lifted his grandson up off the ground and seated himself on the tool-bench, letting him play with a few of the little wood blocks that he and Rhett had made for him and Tatum to play with.

"Where's Nana bud?" Royal asked him, marking the corner of the wood with a pencil.

"Nana went to Miss Sawah's," Tanner chirped.

Rhett tried to fight back the grin that was beginning to form on his face. Both Tatum and Tanner still had trouble pronouncing their Rs an Ls which their teachers thought was the cutest thing in the world.

As soon as they were both done, Rhett and Royal led him out of the woodshop and closed it up for the day, eager to get back into the warm house. February was always a tough month for Wabang's residents, with spring being around the bend but with winter still clinging on with its death throes.

"Still lesson planning sweetheart?" Rhett asked, sticking his boots on the hard plastic mat near the door.

"Yep and I'm gonna take a break in two minutes," you chuckled. "Block rotations suck no matter how you look at it."

"What is it this time?" he asked.

"Ancient Persia," you yawned. "We start Ancient Greece in two weeks. Greek Games are in May."

Rhett made a face. He loved hearing about your students and the lessons you got to do in school but he had also remembered how exhausted you felt when lesson planning. Thank God you had a mentor like Betsy Livingston, otherwise you would be lost.

"Alright bud, whatcha wanna do?" Royal asked him.

"Can you teach me to pay piano?" Tanner asked him.

"Sure, c'mere," Royal answered.

You and Rhett were a little surprised as the two of them sat on the little bench in front of the piano. "I wan' you to pay a song fist," Tanner told him.

"I want you to play a song first......?" Royal reminded him.

"Peas?"

"Ya'll got it bud," Royal said as Tanner hi-fived his grandfather. "Rhett, can ya'll hand me the book on the coffee table?"

You and Rhett dug through the notebooks, papers and pencils you needed for your main lesson plans when he found the old, dusty book that looked like it hadn't been touched in a while. "The complete book of movie soundtracks for piano players," Rhett read aloud. "Didn't even realize we had this."

Royal didn't say much as he opened it up and cracked his knuckles. Tanner watched his grandfather as his rough, calloused hands began playing away at the keys, hitting almost every note perfectly. It wasn't long before you and Rhett recognized right away what the piece was.

"Is that.......?" you asked.

"I think so," Rhett answered. "Dad is that the theme to Forest Gump?"

"None other," Royal chuckled.

Tanner kicked his little legs and giggled when Royal had finished. "Can you do anuver?" Tanner asked. "Peas?"

Royal gladly obliged, switching the page. As he began playing, you and Rhett once again, recognized what it was, the piece having played every year in the general store around Halloween.

"Das Hawwy Potter!!!" Tanner chirped excitedly.

Royal laughed as he finished off the last note. You and Rhett were hardly able to control the grins on your faces.

You both listened with awe as Tanner kept asking Royal to play more and each time, you and Rhett were surprised by how well Royal could play. He played "Red Warrior" from The Last Samurai, "May It Be" from Lord Of The Rings, "Now We Are Free" from Gladiator and "Tennessee" from Pearl Harbor. Yet you and Rhett were not prepared in the least when he played "Oogway Ascends". It was even more beautiful that you had remembered the first time you had heard it, watching it with the kids one night, the memories of the absent minded master from Kung Fu Panda, still fresh.

"One more Papa, one more," Tanner begged.

"Tanner c'mon, we've gotta take a break," Rhett chuckled.

"Nah Rhett, don't worry about it, he's havin fun," Royal said with a wave of his hand. "Your Ma's gonna be home with Tatum any minute so we might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

You and Rhett couldn't help but smile. If Royal didn't mind, then so be it.

When Royal began to play the next song, you didn't recognize it at first until he really began to get into it, your jaws nearly dropping. It wasn't in the book as far as you knew, but then again, Royal hadn't ever been known for doing anything by the book.

"Rhett is that......?"

Rhett laughed and pulled you close, kissing your forehead. "Fireflies" by Owl City had been a song that had played on your first date and one that you and Rhett enjoyed immensely. You and Rhett sang along to the words as Royal played and when he was done, the look on your faces had been enough.

And every day since then, when he had the time, Royal would sit with Tanner at the piano bench, teaching him little by little how to play.

[annymation]

What things annoyed and infuriated you the most in Wish 2023 (or Canon!Wish)?

OOOOH BOY! You just gave me permission to open a whole can of worms! Let's gooo!

Okay so here's a list:

I don't like how weak the reveal of what Magnifico actually does is. Asha finds out that he doesn't grant all the wishes, awesome, that would be a cool reveal, except, it's not a reveal, she freakin KNEW THIS! Asha herself said to a kid "It could be you someday" COULD! Asha, you said COULD, as in, there's the POSSIBILITY he'll grant that kid's wish, not a certainty! Not to mention if he only grants ONE wish per month then OF FREAKING COURSE not all wishes are granted. Okay, case in point, there's no grand reveal that the king is doing something no one knew, Asha apparently just forgot how their kingdom works.

Now hear me out, I am NOT one of those people that says Magnifico is a hero and Asha is a villain, I wanna make this clear, because although I find people who legit think like that kinda funny and I reblog their takes from time to time, I also find it frustrating that Disney managed to make a STRAIGHT, WHITE, MAN, IN A POSITION OF POWER, MORE LIKABLE THAN THEIR SECOND BLACK PROTAGONIST! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? IT'S SO EASY TO MAKE US HATE HIM!!!-ahem- But, although Magnifico is the most likable character in the movie, I do not see him as a hero, no no no, keeping the wishes away from the people of Rosas is bad, pretending that he'd grant Sabino's wish only to say SIKE was bad, saying he'd never grant Asha family's wishes was bad. So, am I saying Magnifico is a villain?... No. That's topic number 2, Magnifico wasn't a villain, he was a jerk. A jerk does not a villain make. I didn't feel threatened by that man for not a single minute, and that's including when he was possessed by the evil book, speaking of which.

That dang book both ruined and saved the movie honestly, because yeah, although it's a stupid way to make Magnifico an actual villain, but in a way that makes us sympathize with him since he's not in his right mind, and the last thing you want is for the audience to feel bad for your villain... Well, there's exceptions of course, but that's a whole other subject. But even though the book caused all this damage, it also gave us King unhinged, campy, straight up evil, fruity, voiced by Chris Pine having the time of his life Magnifico, and I loved every second of it, I ate possessed Magnifico up, I was living for every cringe cliche evil dialogue that came out of him, like hell yeah, that's what I've been waiting for, that's what it's all about WOOOOOO!!! I loved him so much I just copy pasted his personality into the Magnifico in my rewrite, although, my version is actually willing to kill teens, while Canon Mag seemed more hesitant for some reason, my headcanon is that Magnifico was fighting the curse deep down, and that's why his magic actually didn't hurt anyone, so... That's sad, hope he breaks out of the mirror and kills them all Idk

We're on topic 4 and this is not even half of my problems oh my... Anyway, Asha is boring. And I mean like, in a way that feels intentional, how did they do it? It's fascinating how she has nothing going for her, she doesn't stand out, doesn't have any internal conflicts at the start of the movie, something ALL Disney princesses have: Belle doesn't fit in with her village, Mulan struggles to make her family proud, Mirabel struggles to make her family proud x10.000, Moana wants to explore the sea but can't, Ariel wants to explore the land but can't, Jasmine wants to get out of the castle but can't, Cinderella is a victim of domestic abuse, ya'll get the idea, all these girls get their struggles that make them compelling, what's Asha's struggle that has been with her for most of her life?... Uh... Her grandpa, this dude we just met and seems pretty happy... Doesn't have his wish granted yet... Ok, what else? Oh yeah everyone in town seems to love her and dance along with her to show tourists how cool the kingdom is... Uhum... So yeah she has no compelling struggles that hook us with her from the start, and the conflict she DOES get, as I explained before, feels underwhelming.

The setting, oh the setting. Like, don't get me wrong, the architecture is pretty, but nothing about it screams SPAIN to me, where is the cultural food? Where are the bulls? Where's the stuff we associate with the Iberian Peninsula? They did such a good job in Encanto, what the heck happened? Oh and did I mention that most of the animals that appear in the forest are not even native to the Iberian Peninsula, there would be no racoons in a medieval setting there, considering they're an invasive species that was brought there from North America, something that, I assume, wouldn't be possible back then, as I don't think the americas were even discovered yet, but anyway, there they are, racoons hanging upside down from their tails, something they can't even do. Sorry for expecting biology accuracy from my disney movie guys, but you can't just make Encanto, that was freaking amazing with it's inclusion of so many gorgeous latin American animals, and then do whatever Wish is, like bruh where were the Lynxes??? They're an endangered species there, Disney could've raised awareness!!!

The music...

Valentino was absurdly annoying, and it would be SO EASY to make a baby goat cute! Baby. Goats. Are. Cute. SO WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM UNFUNNY GOAT THAT MAKES BUTT JOKES???

Characters were unmemorable, Asha's mom didn't do anything, Sabino, whose supposed to be the backbone of the story, is barely a character, and again, it's not like Disney hasn't made likable elderly people before, Moana's grandma, Mama Coco, but my guy Sabino was just... There.

Aaaand I probably could go on and on but I can't think of anything else, feel free to share your own problems with the movie yall.

[dragon-creates]

Dress

Funnybunny Week Day One: Wedding . It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment. If word got out about what they were about to do then Caine would find out, and all hell would break loose. It was best this was kept secret. Only the stars were witnesses for something as special as this.

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Hey ya'll! I'm still kind of on a break but I wanted to put a pause in it to participate in this year's first ever funnybunny week! This event was created by my good friend Ann, who created this on twitter. If you wanna take part in this, whether its art or fanfics etc, you can check it out here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy day one and hopefully I'll see ya'll tomorrow! <3

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Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend - Dress by Taylor Swift

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It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment. If word got out about what they were about to do then Caine would find out, and all hell would break loose. It was best this was kept secret. Only the stars were witnesses for something as special as this.

Jax and Pomni stood outside, bare feet against the plush grass as a warm breeze floated past them. The rabbit was wearing  a white blouse underneath a black blazer and trousers, while the jester had gotten rid of her hat and changed into a beautiful starlight shimmering dress with long sleeves and her long skirts trailing behind her along with a sparkling cape on her shoulders. 

In his hands, Jax held a small black box, holding onto it carefully as if it was the most precious cargo he ever had in his life. In this case, for him, it certainly was. 

He opened the box, two small wedding rings gleaming beneath the star-filled night. “Pomni,” he started, his heart already skipping a beat at her soft smile. “I might not be able to make this nightmare of a place go away, but I can promise you this. No matter what, I will be by your side. No matter what I will protect you from anything Caine throws at us. No matter what, I will love you more than anything else in this world and the next. You are the sun and moon itself Pomni, you make my life brighter every single day and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, will you accept this ring,” he held up the gold band, “And be my wife.”

“Yes, a thousand times yes,” a few tears streamed down her cheeks, Jax was pretty sure that he was going through the same thing. He slipped the gold band onto her tiny finger, kissing her hand and reveled in the way her pale cheeks turned into a strawberry hue. 

Pomni picked up the silver band from the box, this time it was her turn to speak. “Jax, I know that I’m not a perfect person. I get scared easily, I run when things seem dire, I become overwhelmed by the smallest things. But out of everyone, you’ve always been by my side to help me. Sure at first, you weren’t my favorite person,” she giggled at his fake offended gasp, “But over the months, I felt like you were the one who understood me the most. In a way, you were the most honest with me about this place. Soon, I got to know the layers underneath you. I know that despite your reputation as the resident jerk here, you still appreciate it when someone asks you if you’re okay. You absolutely love hugs even if you try to hide it, you turn into a real octopus whenever we cuddle at night. And when I wake up after a nightmare, you always say the kindest things to me, making sure that I feel safe enough to fall back to sleep. When we get out of here, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So please, take this ring, and become my husband.”

Jax carefully took her hand, guiding her to slip the ring onto his finger before taking both of her hands into his bigger ones, “I do, always and forever.”

“Always and forever,” Pomni repeated, her lips drifting closer to his.

Jax shivered as her breath washed over him. Unable to hold himself back, he swooped her up into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Pomni returned the kiss with the same amount of passion, holding him tighter while he ran his fingers through her hair.

After a while, the two finally separated, laughing quietly as they pressed their foreheads together. 

It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment, this moment where two kindred spirits finally became husband and wife. Eloping under the midnight sky, away from Caine’s all seeing, prying eyes. 

Even when the sun would rise, and they would pretend that this night’s events had never happened. The warmth that the two shared could never be taken away. The love that they have will always be there.

Always and forever.

[keeponquinning]

i'm planning on posting my thoughts on each chapter i read of FLIGHT OF ICARUS because I think it's generally worth talking about, I finished chapter...seven I believe but let me talk about the things before that I didn't. I understand some of ya'll hate this book. That's fine. Just as long as you don't make those that do like the book feel guilty or one inkling of bad about it, it's all good. That's honestly the only thing disheartening about seeing the hate on this book, because I for one had been jazzed about it and it was genuinely bumming me out seeing so much hate for it. So like, idk, be mindful of that? However I will be tagging my posts about it — 📖 — flight of icarus — in case ya'll wanna blacklist, giving your opportunity for that rn. Being as fair as I can about this whole thing. I've never seen such a reaction out of a book like this, it's kinda crazy. we all here for a good time, guys. at least I hope so. I'll also be putting these under a cut, hopefully that works with mobile folks, idk. ANYWAY. Gareth and Chrissy thoughts under the cut as well as everything i've read thus far.

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS AHEAD!

first thing's first! let's give a round of applause to caitlin schneiderhan, because she living all our dreams. not only a professional writer and part of the ST writing team, but she got the holy grail of being offered a chance to write about our boy. like pls, i love that. i really don't mind the first person ( which from what i gathered, the other books like Lucas on the Line and Runaway Max, Rebel Robin are done the same? correct if i'm wrong ) but mostly it gives me and readers a chance to really be in our boy's head, read his thoughts and hearing his lovely voice in my head.

And honestly.... and some folks will probably disagree... From what I read so far, and what got me excited the most about this book... the writing really does, to me at least, don't have to agree, it feels very Eddie to me. Right from the scenes of Gareth, Freshman Gareth with the floofy hair and chrome mouth, being upset that his character ( that he didn't even make ) became fish food and Eddie being like, "...then we just make another character" because that boy was so pissed that he got himself, in his mind, kicked out and Eddie being the one like, "...no? After the gutsy move you did, there's no way we're not going forward without you" and taking moments of his time to help him create another character? And the glee Gareth had over it? Come onnn.

and cutting to that, one of the excerpts that came out, creating that character and being patient, as any 18 year old would be, and guiding Gareth to get that spark for the game, in creating a character from scratch, and all in a risky move of basically breaking into an empty classroom that they could have been caught in, just added to it. the fact that this act, seeing Gareth so into it, lifted Eddie's mood after Al came back was....ahhhh.

AND THEN! THEN!

The line that killed me, when Eddie asked him why he wanted to be in Hellfire so bad since he never played D&D and Gareth's answer being, "...where else was I supposed to go?"

OH MY GOD.

THAT FUCKING KILLED ME!!!

The start of Eddie the shepherd, herding his little ship. are you KIDDING.

Which then led to the whole Tommy H, which, fuck this guy. His cronies, including JASON CARVER and Chrissy Cunnigham.

DEEP BREATH.

I do love the talk of Steve, well after the breakup with Tommy and even what, Sophmore?? Jason being like, "Harrington won't like this" BECAUSE JASON IS A BITCH.

But can we appreciate Chrissy just not being for this and tried to PRY TOMMY'S HAND FROM GARETH????

I remember someone made a post, i can't remember who you are! If you remember, let me know! That Chrissy wouldn't have been the cheerleader that would be okay with bullying, i mean, god, her own mother bullied her all her life, and like, to that person, THAT MAKES TOTAL SENSE and I feel it was backed up with this.

I'm not a HELLCHEER stan per say, but I will admit, the thought is cute and there was def potential in my eyes but also like... I don't have an actual ship in this show, just like... I could see it and leave it at that lmao. And I'm not bothered by the thought of Eddie having a crush on her. It's clear if he did, it wasn't so much on the rising "queen of hawkins high" but rather the girl at the middle school talent show that, when he said his dad wasn't there, instead of making him feel bad about, little chrissy just went, "Wow, I wish my mom wasn't here!"

LIKE?

LIKE???

And even said she'd cheer for him when he played, like come on. whatever we feel about chrissy, i stand she was not a horrible person, and if she lived, probably an amazing person to see.

Fuck you, Vecna.

I do love that even when Higgins rolled up, she was like, "THAT BITCH IS LYING!" when Tommy tried to make it like Eddie was the aggressor. Because --

TOMMY H IS A BITCH THAT SHOULD GET PUNCHED OUT, WHEN WILL I SEE THAT.

But anyway.

I covered not as much, but Higgins is a bitch. Most of these adults need a slap. I so felt for Eddie, constantly being marked by his last name, by his dad. This grown man calling this 18 year old a felon even though he's never been arrested. I mean???

but can we appreciate that nothing got under his skin as bad as when Higgins essentially was like, he's a rotten apple, infecting everyone around him. Like Gareth? Like the only reason he was targeted bc he was in Hellfire?? Under EDDIE'S association???

I wanna hug him.

Let's roll back though. Since we done the Gareth and Chrissy bits.

Al.

AL.

I hate him lmao. So the new thing that came to life was, Eddie didn't live in wayne's trailer all his life, but it seems was in a constant yo-yo kinda of living between the house and wayne's trailer, especially when he was younger and Al would take off. It would make sense, as he got older, being more insistent on staying home and Wayne doing the grocery shopping( of spaghetti-o's and microwave meals! oh, wayne ) every two weeks and keeping an eye on him.

Bless anyone, again, i can't remember WHO that fancasted skeet ulrich as Al because i can so see it

this man screams — munson magic, no??

Also, Eddie saying he doesnt' have said Munson Magic? False, sir. You most definitely do. We've all fallen for it, hook, line and sinker.

also, I do love the complicated mess that is their relationship. The sight of his boots sending Eddie in a whirlwind, a near panic attack at having to see him again, but also even craving his attention. The fact that Al is inviting Eddie into one of his schemes has him conflicted because, "he never came for me, he could have asked his friends, but he came to me" like... my boy. Can someone hug him?? It's very realistic to have this complicated relationship, as those that do have those types of parental relationships could attest. I def could. ( neither of my parents were felons and doing schemes but def emotionally distant so :))) )

I craved for some wayne x eddie moments, and in part, i do, though with wayne it feels like he's def holding back. it seems to be of his nature, which I can buy, tho still offering Eddie a place in his trailer if he needs it. I feel like by the end of the book, this could change, i feel a def shakeup is gonna happen with Al and Eddie as he seemed dead set against his dad in s4. do not correct me if I'm wrong as I wanna find that out myself!

I love Ronnie.

I love that Caitlin gave Eddie a childhood bestfriend, though the angst of Ronnie having a chance out of Hawkins and Eddie feeling left behind but still happy for her. At least to her face. Another aspect that feels like him, not giving her shit about it, wanting the best.

I also loved the part where young eddie thinking she was his girlfriend and the disastrous first kiss that had him running away lmaoo like god. what a little goof. I love him.

another controversial take. I ACTUALLY LOVE THAT HE ISN'T A VIRGIN.

Listen

LISTEN !!!

This boy is gonna die in a horrific way.

I'm glad he didn't do so as a virgin, I'm glad he got to FUCK, he DESERVED TO HAVE HIS DICK WET OKAY. I'm glad. I'm happy for him. GO YOU, EDDIE MUNSON.

What made me sad though was the two girls he mentioned, it seemed they dared themselves to be with him, wanting a taste of the freak — which i mean....

I mean....

Fuck, don't we all...?

Wanting to find out if he a freak in the sheets as well in the streets -shot-

And ah yes, Paige....

I don't mind Paige so far. She like us, wanting a piece of Eddie, I can't fault her for that. When I found out there was a romance plot, or, well, most likely not true romance, I didn't mind, because I def wanted to see how this boy handles someone that wants him. The part where she made him feel like a person, or rather, liking him for himself was.... ouch, my precious boy. he would be so flustered around us, i swear to god

I do love that we get bits of the Hideout and Corroded Coffin.

And I'm gonna take a pause because like.... I love the set up that to get stage time, Eddie working as a barback there and like........ can we appreciate that.

Can we picture Eddie running around, hair tied up, sweating, maybe wearing a white shirt... Jeans.... Going from table to table, wiping it down...them forearms, twisting that slutty little waist for whatever reason, you're at the bar, having a drink, and he gives a smile...........

Anyway.

I always wondered if Corroded Coffin wrote their own songs.... AND THEY DO. The only downside I really wished it was the Corroded Coffin we know. I love Ronnie but I'm like WHO IS DOUGIE?? It makes sense, it's two years prior, but at least we have Jeff and hail the 80s where they don't really give a fuck if a minor is drinking at a bar lmaoo but i love he's nervous about it. Shroud Fire sounds metal af i wish we could hear it.

but all this leading to Paige. And her freckles. I love that Eddie, and even he himself calling it very Caveman like, that his mind went, freckles. This man has the Munson Magic bc he is a dork but he could get with ANY ONE OF US. He has no play, his brain would short circuit, BUT WE WOULD BE SO INTO THAT.

I don't know of Paige's intention, but I feel for her struggles at her job, getting the dream job but still having to try and claw your way to the top and it being difficult bc not taken seriously.

She def after Eddie. I cannot blame her.

Which lead to the recent chapter where he goes to her and is like PLEASE SIGN US. Her taking a chance because she needs a big break as well.... I like that.

But I def laughed when she was like, "God, you just want to get to Dave and I thought--" we know what you thought and you so real for it, Paige. i'm just gonna chant MUNSON MAGIC okay. it is part of my vocabulary now. that is what got us all.

THE MUNSON MAGIC.

So far, I do like it. I feel it's a really easy read. Will I take it as canon? Idk. Maybe. Or at least take parts of it as canon, aka the things I like, which seems to be the majority of it so far. I'm not a novice at books tied to shows I watch, or movies even. I was heavily into the star wars books that turned to not be canon ( rip, mara jade skywalker ) but it doesn't take away my enjoyment of it. Enriches it, if anything. I think that's the most important thing.

That's it for now. enjoy my ranting!

[secret-engima]

Team Gremlin verse: The Reunion

(So this is ... a very rough draft so to speak of what I wanna do for the reunion scene with Oscar and Ozpin. I’m not dubbing it ‘canon’ yet because I’d have to wait for the actual fic to catch up and then tweak accordingly but so far- this is what is in my head and I figured I should let others enjoy the angst :D)

...

     Ozpin slipped away from the crowd exiting the tent with a pounding heart. He could feel his fingers shake on the hilt of Long Memory as he managed to duck into the shadows outside the large emerald and gold tent. He had found him. All this time searching, all this time praying and hoping and looking only to be too late and he had found him. He had sat in the stands and seen the boy in action, heard the music and seen the magic both fake and real, and felt the sheer energy and joy the little Ringmaster felt in his performance like lightning in Ozpin’s own bones. And then- the song. The final song. Because Oscar always rounded off with a song, ones not meant for spectacle, but instead for the heart. A sincere wish and message for those fortunate to sit beneath the ceiling of the Emerald City for the night.

     The song alone could have brought him to tears. But to hear it sung by the little boy in the ring, the impossible, wonderful, miracle child who had every right to lash out at the world in hate, yet instead chose to fill it with wonders … it had been all he could do to keep from crying with there in the stands. To not try to climb down the makeshift seating and into the ring because all he’d wanted was to hold him.

     His son. The son he had never seen outside of grainy photos and shaky recordings, who he had tried desperately to find the more he learned what the child had lived through. And now Ozpin had found him. Now Ozpin had a chance to meet him. He just had to get backstage.

     It wasn’t hard to escape the eyes of the crowd, and it wasn’t much more difficult to slip through the shadows to the little ring of emerald tents set up behind the big top, the tents where the various performers of the rare and popular Emerald City act stayed. He hesitated on the boundary, trying to pick out which one of the colorful, green-themed tents belonged to the Ringmaster —his son, his child that he had never gotten to meet, would never have known about save a series of accidents—. He heard laughter and activity behind him, the performers returning to their temporary homes, and he ducked forward into the shadows of a tent at random. They would run him off if they found him, he was certain of that. He was a stranger to them at best, or worse, a known player in the war that had created the boy he hoped to meet, that had no doubt hurt many of those who followed him —such as Hazel, and how the man had ever been swayed from Salem’s promise of revenge, Ozpin could not fathom but did not want to test—.

     He heard no activity from the tent he was hiding behind, and while the air whispered with hints of magic, it wasn’t coming from this tent, so he moved on to another. This time, he dared peak into the tent flap, but saw nothing but the vague shadows of personal belongings. No sign of the little Ringmaster —his son, his child—.

     Ozpin backed away from that tent, heart drumming anxiously in his chest. Then he turned and froze.

     The massive Grimm, the strange one that Qrow called Hound. The monster that for some reason Ozpin never wanted to contemplate —but had spent many hours doing just that— followed his son everywhere. Behaved like it was tame and natural rather than a creature of Darkness that longed only for destruction. It stood just a few feet away, so large it’s head was even with Ozpin’s chin as it watched him with flat, glowing red lights for eyes.

     His fingers tightened on the hilt of Long Memory, lifetimes of instinct screaming to raise his weapon and attack first before it could kill him or anyone else here. But he had seen recordings of this same Grimm, dressed up in ridiculous costumes to hide its true nature from unpracticed eyes, parading around in the circus ring like a big dog. He had seen his son ride on its back and balance on its head and Qrow had recounted more than one instance of Oscar and the other children escaping on its back. It hadn’t been present for this particular show, but he had seen multiple recordings of previous ones where it entered the ring and no one had been harmed. Of course, Ozpin’s son —Salem’s son, for all the second half of that coin tore at his guts— had been close by all those times, but here there was no one in sight but the two of them.

     The Grimm tilted its head slowly to one side, a ragged ear pricking like an actual dog’s. It wasn’t attacking. Even though Ozpin knew he must stink of so many different types of fear he could attract an entire pack of Beowolves all on his own. It just … studied him.

     Slowly, it’s jaws opened, and Ozpin prepared to dodge some attack. Instead, the large, blood red tongue slid out from between massive teeth and lolled there, a slow, thoughtful trio of pants before it licked its teeth and shut its jaws again. Without any further reaction, it lowered its head and turned away, walking slow and ponderously toward one of the tents that had light peaking through the bottom. Ozpin watched it leave with a blank, confused mind, then startled when it stopped and twisted around to look over its shoulder at him.

     It looked like it was waiting.

     It looked like it wanted him to follow.

     Inhaling raggedly —this was the stupidest thing he had done in lifetimes he was sure—, Ozpin started following in the Grimm’s footsteps.

     It led him to the tent farthest from the bigtop, nudged open the flap with something like practiced ease, and shouldered its way in. Ozpin lingered outside, suddenly too afraid to go a step further. There was a Grimm in there, but somehow, the realization that his son might be in there was even more terrifying than that. If he stood out here too long, he would be caught, he knew that, and yet…

     “Hey, Sondor,” murmured a voice through the tent fabric and Ozpin’s world crystalized, “Everything alright? You left in a bit of a hurry.” A deep rumble, inhuman and bass and … oddly content sounding. The voice —a child’s voice, a gentle voice, a voice he’d just heard laughing and waxing dramatic for a show of fake magic and real mysteries— laughed faintly, “Checking on someone then? You know everyone has to stay up late on performance nights.”

     If he held on any tighter to his cane, he thought it might shatter, but the feel of it grounded him like it always had, and with the last bit of courage he possessed in this lifetime, he pushed the tent flap open and slipped inside as the voice —his son— finished saying, “We’ll be sure to take long naps in the morning.”

     Ozpin was here. He was standing in the same space as his child, without a crowd to be wary of or a performance to keep them apart. He was standing in some kind of makeshift workshop, with a cot on the floor on the far side and the vast majority of space taken up by a battered, foldable metal table that seemed to be a desk and all the tools of a magician’s trade. Cards and wands and hats, gloves and fanciful outfits and a hundred thousand other things that didn’t matter, because amid all the mess, with his back mostly to the entrance and a massive Grimm lying contentedly next to his feet, was the Ringmaster.

     His child.

     The Grimm raised its head again to stare at him, a low noise he’d never heard the monsters make before rumbling from its chest, and the boy tilted his head toward the tent entrance absently, still not looking away from the Dust gem he was setting in his elaborate cane, “Hey Neo, you’re back early. I thought you were still scoping … out…” he finished setting the Dust in his cane, looked up and saw Ozpin standing there. Neither of them moved. Green-gold eyes in a young face —he looked ten had Qrow really been correct on estimating his age closer to twelve or thirteen?— went wide, and the magic passively swirling through the tent shrunk in on itself until he couldn’t feel it.

     It occurred belatedly to Ozpin that while he had essentially been stalking his son for the last few years in an attempt to meet him and make sure he was okay, the boy wouldn’t know him at all. Or worse, had only heard of him from people who hated him —from Salem herself even—. And now Ozpin had just shown up in the boy’s living space without warning or invitation.

     Terror and nerves tangled up all the words he wanted to say, all the ones he’d longed to say, and instead he found himself folding both of his shaking hands on the pommel of his cane and bleating out the first, most habitual line currently living in his brain, “Hello, I’m Professor Ozpin-.”

     A shout, loud and gutted, and all his words died in his throat again as the boy threw himself off his little camp chair and at Ozpin. Long Memory clattered to the ground unnoticed as Ozpin instinctively raised his hands to wrap around the little body that collided with his waist, slender arms tightening like a vise around him and Ozpin couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe-.

     Had he really said-?

     A hiccuping sob from the child in his arms, a fully body thing that shook him from his tousled black hair to his shoes while that word spun endlessly in Ozpin’s mind, haunting him and confusing him because he couldn’t have heard that right. He couldn’t have heard…

     “Dad.”

     The word echoed between them again, muffled by a young face buried in his suit jacket, and Ozpin felt his own breath start to stammer as he clung tighter to the boy in his arms, sinking down to his knees despite the screaming in his leg and burying his face in flyaway black hair, “I’m here.” He choked out, “I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re alright. I’m right … I’m right here.”

     Magic pressed against his skin, burrowed into his soul, needy and desperate and fearful in a way his daughters’ had never been until the very end —until the moment his shield broke and he could no longer protect them—. It begged him and Ozpin forgot about everything else, forgot every other concern or person in the world as he let his own magic unspool and twine with the younger, needy magic begging him for comfort. Behind his closed eyelids he could see it, the colors spinning and twisting in the space between their souls. His ever-dwindling green wrapping around a younger, deeper, stronger wellspring of emerald laced with snapping red, whispering black and dancing flickers of purple, gold, blue, and white.

     The younger magic coiled tightly in his, desperate and pained, crying in relief and fear just as loudly as the sobs that shook his son’s body. It was open to him, painfully open and raw, trusting despite how this boy had every reason to fear another’s magic. In the breath between crying and comforting and accepting, Ozpin’s magic brushed up against what could only be called a crack in his child’s soul. A jagged old wound that had never properly healed. Glass sharp and weeping and-.

     Pain-pain-pain-fear-fear-please-pleasedon’tleavedon’tleaveme-.

     Magic, green and old, bodiless and desperate and half-mad with agony sinking inside and locking in place in a message that screamed all the way down to bone marrow and soul fiber.

    Mine-my-child-I-love-you-I-loveyoumychildmy-

     “Oscar.” Ozpin choked out, struggling to shake off the remnants of memory hidden in soul shards and old wounds. Realization reeled, pulled at the fabric of reality beneath his feet. “Oscar,” he repeated, rolling the name of his son over his tongue and wondering at the sensation of right, of familiarity even though he had never met this child before. He had, of course, known his name. The boy made a little joke of it at the beginning of all his performances, but now the name had weight. Had an echo of knowledge to it that he couldn’t quite grasp.

     Even though, somehow, his son knew him. And perhaps that should terrify him. Because his son was a child still, yet somewhere in the spaces between incarnations, or in the moments between life and death and dreams, his child remembered him and clung to a message of love even though it had been tangled up in so much pain.

     “I tried,” Oscar sobbed into his chest, “I tried, I’m- I’m so sorry-.”

     Ozpin hushed him, ran shaking fingers through his son’s hair and ignored the way his glasses had completely blurred over from the tears they caught, “I know. It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re alive, Oscar.” He guided his son’s face to his scarf and pressed his cheek against the top of Oscar’s head, “You’re alive. That’s all that matters to me.” He inhaled raggedly and set aside the spinning theories trying to take root, the odd mix of age-youth-age and time-turned-back in Oscar’s magic that made him wonder. He had long assumed that Oscar’s aging was … strange, a byproduct of being the child of two immortals. Yet feeling Oscar’s magic, the soft echo of bells and clockwork gears hidden inside it, he couldn’t help but remember that gravity and its magic was an aspect of space and space was a partner of time. There had been spells that toyed with time long ago that left impressions on the souls that used them, though never on such a large scale as what Ozpin was contemplating.

     But if anyone could reinvent a way to turn back the hands of the world’s clock, it would be the child of Ozma and Salem, surely —had his son known a previous incarnation, or had his son met Ozpin himself in the future, had he lived a prisoner of Salem until he was a teen or even an adult, only meeting his father to see him die in agony at his mother’s hands, had a single dying message of love amid a lifetime of darkness truly been enough to make him fight time itself to make things right—.

     But that didn’t matter right now.

     He was here. Oscar was here. They were both alive and safe and his little boy was tucked trustingly in his arms, and that was what mattered right now. It mattered more than anything else in the world.

     “I love you, Oscar,” he whispered into his son’s hair as he rocked them back and forth, uncaring of his jacket and scarf becoming soaked with tears, or the way Oscar’s magic coiled around his soul so tightly it was almost burning, “I love you. I’m here.”

     “I missed you,” Oscar choked out between sobs, another piece to Ozpin’s puzzle set aside for later times, “I love y-you t-too.” A hiccup, loud and ugly, a shiver in Ozpin’s arms, “Don’t go.”

     “I won’t,” Ozpin promised, hand cradling the back of Oscar’s head, trying to shield him from the nightmares he could sense lurking within, “I won’t go. I’m right here.” He exhaled wetly, “I’m right here.”

[snekdood]

anyways my dad trying to manipulate me to distrust my mom because “she has hidden money shes not revealing to you kids that she could” is the reason i think he might be a secret JQ’r

[dabislilbaby]

I Will Always Find You

Source

Dabi x f!Reader

A/N: I would just like to say. I don't understand why a minigun is called a minigun when there's absolutely nothing "mini" about it.😐

When I was picturing this scene in my head, I knew what the imagery was that I wanted to create, but I didn't know what the weapon was called. Googled it. And I was upset bc I was worried that my imagery wouldn't come across the right way since the name didn't match what it looked like😭 so I hope ya'll know what I'm talking about when I mention it lmao

Also, idk how often this is used or not but just in case, I wanna clarify that v/n means villain name :) or just use ur real name if you want lol

Anywaysss, as always feedback is appreciated and I hope u guys enjoy❤️

@haru-x-ren

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, kissing, groping, fingering choking, biting, hair pulling, rough/aggressive, begging, dacryphilia, praise kink mentions of blood and bruising.

Summary: After a mission gone-wrong, Dabi is taken away into police custody and you don't see him again for 3 years. When you do, he's a little different. Reconsidering his villain path and how it affects you. But most importantly, he's needy to feel what he's been missing out on for so long.

Word Count: 7.1k

Y/N quirk: "Vision". When activating your quirk, you can see and hear thru objects that abstruct your view. For example, you can see thru a wall and listen to the conversation happening in the other room as if you were standing there yourself. Your irises glow (any color you'd like) when activated. It's not a very flashy quirk but very useful to your partner in crime. It makes getting Intel so much easier as well as thoroughly planning out attacks. But to make up for the lack of flashiness, y/n likes to tinker with support items, much like Hatsume.

"Ready?" Dabi asked, raising a brow. You nodded your head with a big smile on your face. "You remember the signal?"

"You should know better than to come at us alone" You recited the line the two of you had gone over multiple times, mocking his tone of voice. The corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk. "Good girl." He paused, adjusting the metal cuffs on his sleeves. "Alright, let's go make some chaos, baby" he pressed a heavy kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping towards the door of the large building. You lifted your right arm that held a device you made yourself, strapped to your wrist. A grappling hook released from the small cannon and hooked on to a ledge a few floors up. "Hey" you called out to him one last time. He turned his head to look at you. "Be careful, okay?" He smiled at you in a way that said "don't worry, everything will be okay." And he gave you a wink. With that, you clicked the button on the inside of your gloved palm, sending you up to where your device was hooked to.

Once you reached the ledge, you peeked thru the window, assuring that no one was in the room. Thankfully, the window was unlocked so you didn't have to make any extra noise by breaking the glass. Once you slipped thru the window, you snuck out of that room and into an empty hallway. You'd memorized the floor plan for this building, determining that a small broom closet on the second floor was right above where Dabi would be. You found said broom closet, double checking to make sure no one was there to see you. You closed the door to the small, compact room. You pulled out another, bigger device from your backpack. The one you always had on hand at every mission, full of all your little projects. This weapon is about as big as your torso, and very powerful. You position the legs of the weapon on the floor, and raise your hand to your neck. You press a small button on your necklace. Dabi's matching one vibrated against his collar bone, alerting him that you were in position. You activated your quirk, looking thru the floor and seeing the small group of people below. Pro-Heroes Kamui Woods and GunHead were in the room, surrounded by a few smaller up-and-coming heroes.

You watched as Dabi waltzes into the room below, catching the attention of the heroes. You angled your weapon so that once it breached the floor, it was headed straight at the two pros. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Dabi spoke in a cocky tone of voice. That attitude of his you loved so much. "Dabi!" Kamui called out. He began to extend his tree-like arm in an attempt to capture him before he had a chance to attack, but Dabi was too quick. He immediately put up a wall of blue flames, separating him and the pro Heros. "Come on now. You should know better than to come at us alone." That was your cue. You pulled back the lever on the weapon in front of you, and hit the small red button on the side. There was a loud noise and you knew you had breached the floor. Your hit evidently missed GunHead, who had stepped out of the way only moments before, but hit Kamui head on.

He was on the floor, bleeding, and missing an arm. He cried out in pain and you grabbed the weapon, dropping thru the whole you had created. Once you landed with your knees bent, you stood up straight right next to Dabi. You grabbed the handle on the side of your weapon, holding it like a minigun and aiming it in their direction. You pulled the lever back in its original position, switching the weapon to rapid fire. You smiled wide. "Miss me?" GunHead started shooting in your direction, but Dabi was quick to extend the blue wall. Surrounding you both in flames. This was so none of the heroes could see you and pin point your exact location in the room. Of course a heros first priority is to keep people safe, so you knew full well that he wouldn't fire aimlessly into a room full of people without a definite target. But with your quirk, you could see thru the flames just fine. You immediately started firing your large weapon at the heroes, taking them all down so easily.

You and Dabi made a great team. When the two of you met, you were just joining the league of villains. Tho he had already been a member for well over a year at that point. Dabi trusted no one. But he somehow opened his cold, chained up heart and came to trust you immensely. Almost more than he trusted himself even. The two of you were true partners in crime. Creating more chaos together then either of you ever could have under the control of the league. You both had become feared among the majority of the population, with your relentless attacks against hero society.

We'll bring them all to their knees.

Something that had become almost a motto for you and Dabi. And neither of you could have ever imagined getting as far as you have.

As soon as you thought you're mission was over. Goal accomplished and message sent, someone came busting thru the wall to your left. An unexpected participant. You didn't have much time to react as you watched the hero students from U.A. coming in your direction. "Shit." You mumbled under your breath.

Dynamite was the first to charge you head on, throwing a blast that knocked you across the room. Deku wasn't far behind, managing to land a blow on Dabi. He got to his feet quickly and started fighting the young hero. Throwing balls of fire at him left and right.

You didn't plan for this. The two of you were supposed to be gone by the time any more heroes showed up. It threw you off and suddenly you couldn't focus. Dynamite charged at you again and suddenly a wave of blue flames knocked him from your trajectory. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" You heard Dabi scream as he threw Dynamite away from you. The look on his face was demonizing. He was angry. Angry that anyone dared to lay a hand on you. You were his. And he was extremely protective over what belonged to him. You were the only real home he'd ever known. And he'd be damned if he was gonna let some punk kid hurt you.

Shit was going south. You watched, tucked in a corner, as the look on Dynamite's face shifted to something more psychotic. "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU, SCAR FACE" He screamed, charging at Dabi. You finally come to your senses as you realize your boyfriend is facing two heroes all by himself. You start to internally panic, but keep your calm on the outside. You stagger to grab the weapon you dropped when being flung across the room. You aimed it high, rampaging the two of them with hot bullets. It distracted them just enough for Dabi to blast them both backwards and put up another wall of flames. You grabbed his arm and rushed out of the building. As soon as the two of you get just a few feet away from the building, you pressed another button that was hidden in the waist band of your pants, connected to your belt. It set off all of the bombs you hid in the building a few days prior. Dabi groaned in pain as you pulled him into a back alley way. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you doll?" He coughed on his words, spitting up blood in the process. "That should buy us some time, but not much." He clenched his abdomen where you noticed blood was starting to pool on his white shirt.

"shit, baby are you okay?" You put your hand over his on the wound. He coughed again. "I'm fine, but you gotta get outta here." Your gaze left his bloody torso and met his half-lided blue eyes. "What?" You said, confused. "I think they went this way!" You heard a faint voice calling in the distance. Dabi heard it too. His expression was unreadable. "You have to-" he coughed up more blood. "You have to go y/n."

"What? No! Touya I'm not leaving you here!" He was quick to retort. "I said GO!" He yelled at you. "...I'll be alright." His voice switched to a softer tone. You looked at him with wide eyes, a tear falling from one of them. "I'll find you, okay?" He put his hand to your cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I will always find you." He kissed your forehead with a heavy breath from his nose.

"Now leave and get somewhere safe, please." He pushed you away, and as he said those words, a few more heroes came around the corner into the alley way. Without taking even a second to hesitate, Dabi bursted out the biggest cloud of blue flames you'd ever seen him make. He was straining himself, pushing far past his limit. You could see it on his face. "GO!" He screamed. You didn't have time to think so you did as he asked. You ran.

You made it behind a building and used your grappling hook to get to the roof. Once on the rooftop, you peered over the edge. You weren't ready to leave him there, not yet. Even if he did beg you to go.

You watched as Dabi continued to push himself, and suddenly his flames died out, black smoke pouring from his skin. Dabi slumped over and fell to his knees. You were confused for a moment, and then you realized. You watched Erasure, hair defying gravity and eyes glowing red, wrapped Dabi in his white scarf. Dabi didn't have the energy to resist. He was badly hurt, and now vulnerable without his quirk. Tears began to well in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your hand, not daring to make a sound.

Dabi smirked with his head hanging low. "Long time no see, old friend." Erasure stepped closer to him. "Where is she?" Dabi stayed silent. Erasure tightened the hold on him, making him groan in pain. "Where. Is. She." He demanded, punctuating every word. Dabi laughed hysterically, lifting his head to meet Erasure's gaze. He spit blood in his face before he finally answered. "You'll never find her."

You heard the sound of a helicopter and frantically hid behind some stacked crates on the rooftop. Your breathing was shaky as you rummaged thru your bag, grabbing a black hoodie and quickly pulling it over your head so you couldn't be recognized immediately. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about Dabi, down there all by himself. Sacrificing his freedom to protect you.

~

You managed to make it home, undetected. You walked into the little hideout that you and Dabi shared. It felt...empty...coming home without him. When you stepped thru the door, you noticed that one of you had left the tv on before heading out on your mission. The news was plastered on every channel.

Footage of Dabi being put in quirk-canceling cuffs and thrown into the back of a police car, hauled away to God knows where. The headline read "Infamous villain, Dabi, finally taken into police custody." You sat down on your couch, listening to what the female reporter had to say.

"Today there was yet another attack on a hero agency. This time pro Heroes GunHead and Kamui Woods falling victim to this week's attack." The camera panned to an ambulance with Kamui being lifted in on a gurney. You had a small smile at the sight of the hero, helpless and in pain. "There have been no deaths reported this time, but many injuries, including Kamui, Woods being badly injured in the attack." The camera panned back to the female reporter. "U.A. hero students, Deku and Dynamite, thankfully we're nearby on patrol when the attack occurred. The villain Dabi was captured by Erasure and is currently being taken down to the station for questioning." You sighed as the screen switched to someone's cellphone recording of Dabi being put in the police car again. "Whereabouts of his partner, v/n, are still unknown. Police are currently not releasing much more information than that. Stay tuned for more updates on the situation." The tv switched to a commercial. You put your elbows on your knees and buried your face in your palms. You gave a deep, pained sigh, letting a tear fall from your eyes, picturing Dabi right before his flames gave out. He fought so hard to give you a chance to get away. And in a way, you knew that was him reminding you how much he loved you.

You had a realization. Now that they had Touya...they wouldn't stop looking until they got you too. You wiped away your tears and walked into the bedroom you shared with Dabi. His clothes were still strewn all over the floor from that morning, bed still unmade. His phone charger still sprawled across the nightstand and his shirt that you slept in laying on the mess of sheets.

You walked past it all, not wanting to think about it. You dug thru your closet, finding a dark blue suitcase and a matching duffle bag. You began to pack it full of things. Clothes, toiletries, your tools and a few other items. You went into the back of your closet and removed the part of the wall that led to a hidden compartment. You grabbed the large stacks of cash and the fake ID's the two of you had prepared Incase you needed to run. You left his, and a couple stacks of cash there, just in case.

You threw all of the things in your bags and stared at his shirt that laid on the bed. It was his favorite shirt. For no other reason than the fact that you bought it for him. Even tho you ended up wearing it far more than he did, but he didn't mind. You grabbed the shirt and held it up to your nose. His scent was prominent on it.

No matter how many times you washed it, or how many times you wore it, the smell of him lingered on the fabric. You decided to take it with you, throwing it in your bag with everything else. You grabbed the burner phone you kept in your night stand and shoved it in your pocket. Then proceed with removing the SD card from your current phone and powering it off.

As you walked back out into the living room, you heard the news still going. The reporter was holding a microphone to the two young heroes. "WHEN I FIND THAT PSYCHO BITCH IM GONNA KILL HER!" Dynamite yelled into the mic, raging. Deku pulled him back by the arm. "Uh I- I think what Dynamite means is that we're gonna do our best to find v/n and keep this city safe" He beamed into the camera. You picked up the remote and turned off the tv before leaving out the back.

It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. You pulled your hood over your head and put on a face mask. You would have put on sunglasses too, but that would be suspicious at this time of day.

You walked to the nearest convenience store. Not very many people were inside, but just enough for you to be cautious. You quickly grabbed a few snacks and drinks, a bottle of ibuprofen and a box of hair dye. once up to the counter, you fake coughed a few times. Attempting to make them not question why you were wearing a face mask. You put all your stuff on the counter and picked a pack of gum from the lower shelf, as well as a blue lighter from the case next to you. "Can I get a pack of those too, please?" You pointed to a box of cigarettes behind the cashier. They turned, grabbing what you asked and scanning it. "Going on a trip?" The cashier gestured to the suitcase next to you, making small talk as they continued to scan the rest of your things. "Uh, yeah. Going home from visiting my parents." You lied. They just nodded their head and put all of your items in a bag.

"three thousand yen" they spoke, looking up at you. You pulled out your wallet and paid in cash. You headed out the door quickly with your bag, on your way to the nearest subway station.

You got there just in time for the last train to show up. You went up to the ticket counter, doing another fake cough like you did in the convenience store. "One ticket for Hiroshima please." You slid the money in the whole of the bullet proof glass, already knowing how much the ticket would cost. He handed you the ticket, not paying much attention to you. The train arrived shortly after and you got on with a small group of people.

You found yourself a seat in a back corner somewhere where there weren't very many people. Once your ass hit the seat, you let out an exhausted sigh, followed by a yawn. You check the time on your burner phone. It was 11:30 pm. You got comfortable and prepared for your 8 hour train ride out of the city.

This was a back up plan you and Dabi always had in case you ever needed an out. Neither of you ever thought you'd need to use it, but still kept it ready to go just in case. Although...you never thought you'd be sitting on this train without him.

You stared out of the window as the train began to move. Now that you had finally stopped moving, your adrenaline was wearing off and your entire body started to feel sore from being thrown across the room earlier in the day. You reached into your bag and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and Gatorade you just bought. You pulled down your mask and popped two pills in your mouth, taking a swig of the drink. You swallowed the pills and relaxed into your seat. Before long you ended up passing out from pure exhaustion and an adrenaline crash.

By the time you woke up, nearly all of the people that got on the train with you were gone, and it was an entirely new group of people. The sun was shining through the glass window, it was morning. You checked your phone. 7am.

"Next stop, Minami Ward, Hiroshima Prefecture." You heard a female voice call over the speaker. Your stomach was screaming at you, having not eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. You reached into your bag and grabbed the chips you'd bought at the convenience store.

~

After finally making it to your stop, you found a nearby motel, showing them your fake ID and paying for the room in cash. Once in your room you turned on the tv, searching for all the news channels. You were desperately trying to find anything about Dabi, but there was nothing. But you weren't completely surprised, why would any news channels cover something happening 7 prefectures away?

You were tempted to look it up yourself, but you didn't think it was safe yet to power up your cellphone. You dug thru your bag again, pulling out the box of hair dye you bought. You went into the motel bathroom and sighed. You opened the box, dumping its contents onto the counter. You didn't bother reading the instructions and just started mixing the products that you knew went together.

~

You stepped out of the shower, droplets of false color running down your skin. You stood in front of the sink and stared into the mirror at your new look. You felt your necklace vibrate, and out of habit you got excited. Did he manage to get away? Was he coming to find you? You pressed the button and vibrated it back. You waited a few seconds and hit it again. Still nothing. Your expression saddened, realizing that he was probably still in cuffs and with the police.

You'd hoped he'd have a plan and would come to find you soon, however long "soon" was.

~3 years later ~

It's been a long time since you've seen Dabi. After about 3 weeks, you bought a new phone and stopped using the burner. You went online and looked up the incident in Musutafu. The number of headlines and articles about Dabi being arrested were countless. You found out that they sentenced him to life in prison for all the people he's killed and destruction he's caused. There were YouTube videos of him in court and they made you cry. You knew you'd never be able to see him again and it shattered your heart. But there wasn't anything you could do about it.

After leaving the city, you spent a couple weeks at the motel. You considered getting back in the game after a while but it just didn't feel right without Dabi by your side. So you eventually settled on just living like a normal person. You got a job and an apartment with your new identity. All of your coworkers and neighbors have no idea who you truly are. They think you are some quirkless girl with a big family back home. The exact opposite of the truth. You hated this version of yourself but it was your best and only option. You'd gotten used to it after a while and after 3 years, it just became normal.

~

It was a Tuesday. It was like any other day. Wake up, go to work, come home, and do it all over again. It was late, around midnight when you'd finally started to be on your way home. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just go to bed. As you were getting in your car, you felt your necklace vibrate. You always wore it because it, and his shirt were the only things that you had. You paused. This necklace hadn't vibrated in years. You put your hand on the necklace and you were about to hit the button to vibrate it back, but you didn't. You knew it wasn't him. There was no way it could have been him. The battery must have been acting up, or it's just shorting out because it's old. You made up excuses and waved it off like nothing. You ignored it and just headed on your way home.

You unlocked your apartment door and you walked in, it was freezing. Maybe you left a window open? Or forgot to turn the thermostat up before leaving? You flipped the light switch and set your bag down on the kitchen counter, throwing your keys next to it. You walked into the small hallway next to the kitchen and checked the thermostat. "63 degrees? Jesus" you mumbled outloud to yourself. As you were turning up the temperature, you heard something. It sounded like a groan coming from the other room. You froze. Was there someone in your apartment??

You turned around and activated your quirk that you haven't used in over a year. You peered into the living room, thru the wall. The lights were off. You saw that the window was open, and the silhouette of a person on your couch. You started to panic a little. You stepped back into the kitchen and grabbed one of your biggest knives.

You held the knife in front of you defensively and walked slowly back into the hallway. You turned the corner and quickly flipped the lights. You froze as the intruder on your couch raised his head to look at you. Your breath got caught in your throat and a tear fell from one of your eyes.

"Hey doll, miss me?" His words were strained and he clenched his abdomen in pain. You immediately dropped the knife, making a thud when it hit the carpeted floor. You ran over to the couch and landed on top of him, pulling him into the tightest hug imaginable. He groaned in pain, and you tried to pull away, realizing that you hurt him. But he wouldn't let you go. He tightened his hold on you and pulled you back into him, letting you know that he didn't care about the pain and just wanted to hold you.

You sobbed into his chest and he caressed your hair. You lifted your head to look at him. "How are you-" you began, but he answered before you finished. "You didn't think I'd let them keep me locked up forever, did you doll?" He smirked. You paused before asking him another question. "How did you find me?" You sniffled. He raised his hand to your face and wiped away your tears with the back of his knuckle. "Like I said, I will always find you." He pulled your face to his, forcing you to push up on your toes, and pressed a kiss to your lips. His hand tangled in the back of your hair and pulled you in to deepen the kiss. You relaxed your weight on him and he groaned again. You pulled away from the kiss and this time he let you. "You're hurt" you stood from the couch. He sat up straight, holding his abdomen again. "It's nothing serious, just got a little beat up on my way out" he laughed and then groaned in pain again. "Come here, let me help" you held out your hand and his gaze lifted to meet yours. He sighed and took your hand as he stood from the couch. He let you lead him to the bathroom. You tapped the counter top twice, signalling for him to take a seat while you dug thru the cabinet for your first aid kit.

Dabi sat up on the counter and proceeded to take off his shirt, letting out yet another groan when he lifted his arms. You looked over, and your face turned a light shade of pink. It had been so long since you'd seen him, and you were still just as attracted to him as you used to be. He leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes, relaxing his previously tense muscles. You took out all the supplies you needed and set them on the counter next to where he was. Your eyes roamed his torso, noticing all of the dark purple bruises that littered the healthy portions of his skin. The small drips of blood that leaked from where it was sewn together. You grabbed a soft wash cloth and soaked it in warm water. You leaned over him and gently cleaned the blood. He opened his eyes and they roamed your features, studying you. "You look different." His voice was calm. Your eyes darted up to his for just a second before returning to his torso. "Yeah, so do you" you gestured to his now white hair from the lack of dyeing it while in prison.

a small smile crept up on his lips. "You still look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you, y/n." Your words got caught in your throat and your face turned red. All you could do was give him a smile while you put the bloody rag in the sink. You proceeded to put some pain revealing cream on all of his bruises, making him flinch in pain every time you put a little bit of pressure.

"There, that should help." You wiped off your hands with a clean rag and stood up straight. Without hesitation, he pulled you into another hug. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed tight, burying his head in your neck. "I missed you so much baby" his words sounded pained. You'd never heard him talk like that before. Like he was afraid to let you go. You leaned into the hug and kissed the skin on his shoulder where your head was buried. "I missed you too, Touya." He let out a deep sigh, hearing you call him that. You were the only person he allowed to use that name, or even knew about it, and he hadn't heard it since the last time he saw you. "Don't ever leave me like that again, okay?" A tear began to roll down your cheek. "I promise, I won't." He squeezed you a little tighter.

The two of you stayed that way for a little while before you finally pulled away. "You're probably starving, let me order some food." You wiped away the tears that stained your skin and walked out of the bathroom. Dabi hopped off the counter and followed close behind you. You made your way into the kitchen where you'd set your bag and began to rummage thru it, looking for your phone. "I know how much you like wings, and there's this chicken place around the corner that is just SO good." He watched as you opened your phone and started ordering food, smiling at your excitement.

~

"Oh my God, those were so good!" Dabi boasted about the food. "I know right? Some of the best wings I've ever had" you picked up both your plates and took them over to the sink, beginning to wash them. You heard him stand from his seat and begin to walk towards you. "I missed eating real food" he joked. You let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I don't imagine prison food tasted all that good." You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his chest press against your back. "You know what I missed even more tho?" His voice got quiet, almost a whisper. He pushed your hair aside and laid a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. Your face immediately flushed as you shut off the water. "W-what?" Your voice was a bit shaky. He immediately bit into the soft skin of your neck, forcing a whimper from your lips. "Those pretty sounds you used to make for me." He smirked against your skin and kissed the bite mark he left. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes as you felt his hands trail up the sides of your body. He grabbed at your hips and tugged you backwards into him, pulling your ass against the growing bulge in his pants. He kissed your neck again. "Every night, I pictured that adorable look on your face when I used to fuck you dumb." His voice was a low growl, digging his fingers into the Doughy skin at your hips. "Tell me, doll..." His hands slipped inside your shirt and his hips pushed you against the counter forcefully. "...how often did you think about me?" He found your breasts and palmed them thru your bra. "e-every day" you let out a small moan and leaned your head back against his shoulder. "Every s-single day Touya." Your face was bright red and you felt the slick gathering in your panties. You clenched your thighs together when you felt one of his hands push past the waist band of your pants and dip into your folds. You hadn't been touched in so long and his warm fingers felt like heaven. He rubbed slow circles around your clit and you pushed your ass against his crotch. Letting out small quiet whines as he worked your sensitive bud. Your hand curled around his arm and held on for support, gripping at his muscles. He loved the way your body responded to his touch, always so sensitive for him, and only him. He continued kissing your neck, marking his territory. "Can't wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours fuck-" he whispered in your ear, breathing out a small moan at the end just from the thought. "All mine" he growled, shoving two fingers inside of you and making you moan loud. He loved watching you whine and squirm under his touch. It was his favorite thing.

He continued shoving his fingers in and out of you, your first orgasm approaching quickly. Your body was slightly quivering and he wrapped an arm right under your breasts, keeping you up straight. He shoved his hand inside your bra and started twisting your nipple between his finger and thumb. He felt your walls clench around his digits and he knew you were close. He curved his fingers and that was enough to send you over the edge. "ngh- fuck!" You yelled, breathing heavy and continuing to moan as you rode out that orgasm, creaming all over his fingers. His pace slowed and then he pulled out of you. He dragged his hand out of you pants and shoved those two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. And you did so gladly. He smirked and whispered in your ear once more. "Always so good for me, even after all this time." He kissed the base of your ear and then gently tugged on your lobe with his teeth.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and turned you around to face him. He could tell your legs were a little weak, so his hands cupped the back of your thighs and he lifted you to straddle his waist. "let's finish this in bed" you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him as he carried you to your bedroom, peppering soft kisses on his neck the whole way there. You landed on the bed with him on top of you. He pressed a heavy kiss to your lips, shoving his wet tongue down your throat. Your hands snaked into his white hair, pulling him closer to you. The kiss was hungry, like you'd both been starving for each other the past 3 years. And you were. His hands slid inside your shirt again, fingers grazing over your familiar soft skin. He pulled your shirt over your head, and unclipped your bra, pulling it off as fast as he could so he could return his lips to yours. Once your breasts spilled free, both of his hands cupped them and squeezed while your tongue continued to dance with his.

He grinded against you, dragging his clothed erection across the growing wet spot on your pants. He moaned into the kiss, desperately looking for friction. He pulled away from you again, practically ripping your pants off. He threw them across the room and then eagerly removed his own.

When he pulled down his boxers, you watched as his dick bobbed under its own weight. The same piercings lining his shaft, just like you remembered. You bit your bottom lip, remembering what the metal bars felt like dragging against your walls. His lips crashed on yours yet again, like he couldn't get enough of you. You felt his tip slide against your wet folds, coating himself in the sticky liquid before you felt him breach your entrance. The sound he made while going in was heavenly. he gave a throaty moan, feeling you so tight around him. And you were indeed tight, not having felt him in so long. You whimpered as you felt his large member stretch you open to accommodate his size. Only half way in and you were already seeing stars. He pushed in more, bottoming out as you both cried out in pleasure. He didn't move for a minute, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside you. You flexed around him a few times, walls fluttering. He was trying desperately not to cum on the spot.

"Fuck I missed you so much ngh-" his words trailed off as his lips connected to your neck. He began to pull out of you, struggling bc of how tight you gripped him. He moved slow at first but it didn't take him very long to grow impatient. He stood on his knees and grabbed your legs, pushing them as far up as they would go, folding you in half. You cried out very loud as he began an ungodly pace. "Nghuh fuck- oh fuck-" he whimpered, wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed tight and your breath caught in your lungs. Your mouth opened wide, letting out strained moans of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he leaned over you, spitting in your mouth. You swallowed it and then stuck your tongue out for another, which he graciously gave you. Normally, he didn't rush. He'd edge you and make you beg him to fuck you. But right now? He felt like 3 years was a long enough wait and both of you deserved to feel good.

He was approaching an orgasm quickly, and the way he was abusing your g-spot, you were not far behind. "Ugh fuck- Touya, please I'm g-gonna- NGH-UH!" You screamed, cutting yourself off with the massive orgasm that plagued your body. The way you cried out for him sent him over the edge and he filled you to the brim with his white, sticky cum. You both panted heavily as his pace slowed just a bit. He removed his hand from your throat, leaving a bit of a bruise behind. He leaned down to kiss you again, not as aggressive this time. "I'm not done with you just yet, doll" he pulled out of you and flipped you over on your stomach. He watched the cum leak out of you and groaned at the sight, making his dick twitch and stay hard. Feeling a bit more satisfied from one orgasm, he decided to tease you a bit. He rubbed his tip over your clit, ghosting over your entrance. You moaned and pushed backwards, trying desperately to get him back inside you. He smacked your ass hard, making you yelp and turning the skin red. He squeezed it with both hands, kneading it like dough before smacking it again. Tears started to well in your eyes and you pushed back on him again. "I w-want more" you whined. He continued to rub against your clit. "What's the magic word?" He teased. "P-please" you said quietly. You felt him grab a chunk of your hair and yank you backwards. "say it like you mean it doll," the tears fell down your cheeks as you cried out for him. "PLEASE! Please ngh-" before you even got to finish your words, he was buried all the way in you once again. "Good girl" he praised, pounding into you. The sound of slapping sweating skin filled the room along with your cries of pleasure and his loud moaning. He held on tight to your hair and smacked your ass again and again. The sensation he was creating was overwhelming and another orgasm was coming fast. The squelching sound of your already cum filled pussy being pummeled was getting louder.

He leaned over you, pushing your face into the mattress, his chest flush with your back. He reached around and started rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your walls tighten around him and you screamed out again. "That's right baby, cum all over my dick fuck-" He sped up, making your orgasm last longer then it should have. He whined as you milked him and he reached his second orgasm. He repeated a sting of curses as he filled you up once more. Watching it pour out past him at the sheer amount that he released. You continued to cry and whine, still coming down from the last little bit of your climax. He pulled out of you slowly, he felt so sensitive. You were absolutely weak beneath him, just the way he liked it. That same adorable fucked-out expression he remembered plastered all over your face. He ran his hand over your ass, giving the red skin a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left the room and came back with a warm wash cloth. He continued to watch as your pussy pushed out all of his cum and watched it drip onto the sheets. He wiped it away and got you all nice and clean.

You were too fucked out to be coherent on your own, so he turned you back over to lay on your back, getting you under the blanket. He made sure the door was locked and the lights were off before coming back to the room.

By the time he came back, you'd gained a little bit of sense and could form words. He climbed into bed next to you and you snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arm around you and let you lay on his chest.

You could hear his steady heartbeat and it was the most comforting sound you'd ever heard. "Hey, Touya?" Your voice was quiet. "Yes doll?" He turned his focus to you. You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him. "Are you planning on getting back in the game?" You asked, referring to the devious things the two of you used to do together. He let out a sigh, thinking about his answer. "I think we should lay low for a while... But-" he paused, finding his next words. "I don't ever wanna put you in that kind of danger again. Or have to leave you again..." He sighed again, trying to figure out how to explain himself. He shifted a little bit, facing more towards you. "I don't wanna give up on our goal." He tucked some hair behind your ear. "But I wanna keep you safe. You are the most important thing to me, y/n" he gave you a weak smile. He didn't used to talk like this. Being in prison and away from you for so long must have really done something to him. You nodded your head and laid back on his chest, hearing his heart beat again. "I'll go wherever you go, so we'll figure it out together. But no matter what I'll still be by your side, okay?" You closed your eyes, getting comfortable. "Okay." He smiled, rubbing comforting circles on your shoulder. what did he do to deserve someone who was so loyal to him and willing to follow him anywhere. He didn't know, but he was happy he found you nonetheless.

[a-pretty-nerd]

Let's Talk About The Shigaraki x Indestructible Reader Troupe

I know it's not original at all but I really wanna try my hand at it because I think it has a lot of potential story wise.

I wanna dive into the character depth that this concept can provide, okay!?

Because it's not just, "oh they're indestructible so Shiggy can touch them and then he's cured of anxiety and also sexy times" no. Let's go deeper.

Spoiler Warning From Here On Out !

Also Religious Themes warning in case that is upsetting for anyone!

I'm really digging my Oc Magnolia right now because I'm playing off of the Savior complex that Horikoshi plays with, with both AFO and Shigaraki.

He's definitely using Christian themes of Jesus, the savior, with these characters. AFO acting as the Christian concept of God the creator, and Shigaraki acting as Jesus. His only son that is also him in human form. Sound familiar?

Shigaraki's mother also shares a shocking resemblance to the Virgin Mary in character. She is kind and matronly and patient. And much like Mother Mary, a victim of circumstances. When all hell breaks loose, the first thing she does is reach for poor toddler Tenko without hesitation. That's her fucking first born son.

And now AFO has his sights on using Tomura's body as his own, in the same way that Jesus says he his God in human form, it's safe to say the Christian themes are strong and here to stay. So I wanna talk about a piece I feel is left out of this story, or just not added in yet.

Mary Magdalene is character we often see in The Bible. She's used as almost a throw away character that comes and goes when the writers needed her to make Jesus look cool or have someone to worship him when other male characters weren't there. Unless Horikoshi plans to make Toga the place holder for the character, she has yet to be introduced if she ever will. If Toga is supposed to be a parallel to Mary, I think Horikoshi should delve into that relationship more if not just create a new one. I think Toga is better suited being another disciple for now.

So this is where the indestructible reader aspect comes into the story. I'm the kind of person to make self inserts and all that cringy stuff, and while I do has a self incert OC, I got lost in the character creation element of fanfiction writing. What a cool quirk indestructibility would be! Especially for a female character. How bad ass! Indestructible characters are always big buff dudes and its getting old. So now I wanna talk about the implications of an indestructible female character in the world of MHA.

When we think indestructible, we mostly think someone that could be thrown around like a rag doll and be unscathed. Someone who could be touched by someone like Shigaraki without being killed. But let's think about it more than that. If they are truly indestructible, then how would the mha universe take advantage of them? Because, they would. Especially a female character would be easily taken advantage of in this universe. Depending on the specifics of her quirk, the indestructible reader could be used in any amount of messed up ways.

Personally, I'm a fan of this character having a fast acting regenerative quirk that allows them to heal and replace very quickly. Like if an organ is destroyed it is simply grown back in a matter of minutes. Because that allows for the world to take advantage of her directly. The medicine world needs fresh organs to save lives and hell, they'll pay for it. The black market is always looking for an arm and a leg. And the prostitution metaphor goes on and on. Detailing new ways the world continues to take advantage of women's bodies and how a girl like Magnolia falls into it. Resigned to the idea and actively participating until her character growth occurs.

This is where her story begins as she starts to learn to value other aspects of herself and grow to use her quirk for her own purposes. Free of money and greed and demands from others. She becomes a villain, not because she hates heroes and wishes to destroy others, but to set herself and others free. To destroy an oppressive society built on taking advantage of the naive and weak, when that society should be helping them.

Now you're asking: "Ruby, wtf does this have to do with themes of Christianity and Shigaraki's hand holes?"

All great questions, really. Ya'll are smart cookies. Magdelne has been rewritten and rewritten over and over again to suit whatever agenda the writer has for the story. Sometimes she's Jesus's faithful disciple and used as a character for Christian girls to aspire to be. Sometimes they're childhood friends. Sometimes she's a sex worker who quits her life of sex work to join Jesus's traveling band of misfits. And most recently there is evidence to suggest that her and Jesus were romanticly involved.

This is where Magnolia comes in. My Oc Magnolia works as a parallel for Mary Magdelne both as an individual who was previously taken advantage of and forced to prostitute herself for various reasons, but also as Shigaraki's friend and disciple. And maybe romance partner but thats neither here nor there.

More fun character design ideas for her using artists on Picrew.

This is just my two cents on the topic. I really like Magnolia and I'd love to develope her further and write with her. So lemme know your thoughts and if you'd read a story with her! I might just write her in as a side character in Rebellion later on or something.

[sacklerscumrag]

Part II of III: Stay With Me Series

Clyde Logan X Female Reader

Notes: Sorry it took me so long to update ya'll, my life has been a mess lately haha I went pretty soft with this chapter but this is what my mushy brain came up after so many things went wrong with it (it’s been a ride LOL) Part 3 coming next week :)

Summary: Time for our favorite southern boy to take us out on a couple dates. Let's see if he makes a move ;)

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Part I

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       Picking up the book Clyde returned, you noticed a slip of paper fall on the counter. ‘Just in case Darlin’ was written down along with his phone number. Mustering up some courage you sent him a quick text before getting up to help your first customer of the day. After a couple hours, it was finally time to go home and get ready for your date.

           Around 7:00 pm that night, Clyde knocked on your door. You rushed out of your room to answer it, eager to see your mountain man on the other side of it.

           “Hey darlin” he smiled, blushing at the sight of you.

           “Hey Clyde. Ready?” you bit your bottom lip as you said it. He nodded before walking you towards the car.

The theater was a short drive away. When you arrived, it looked like all of Boone County showed up for the creature feature tonight. Clyde parked the car in a spot farther back, away from the screen, and pulled out a bag with all kinds of snacks.

           The movie started as you and Clyde sat closer to each other.

           “Hey darlin, didn’t they skip the part in Chapter 12 just now?” you were taken back, remembering that part in the book.

           “How did you know?” you turned to look at him.

           “I saw that note ya had all marked up in yer book” smirking at you and letting out a sigh before looking forward again. He really remembered that? You thought to yourself as you snuggled against his arm, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie in a comfortable silence.

           Once the movie ended, you gathered the snacks and settled back into your seat. Spending the whole drive home discussing the movie with Clyde you went over your favorite parts, his Frankenstein impression making you giggle uncontrollably. Once you arrived home, he made his way out of the car and around to open your door, walking you to your front porch.

           You turned to face him under your dimly lit porch light. Clyde was hunching over, nervously biting at his bottom lip while looking down.

           “I had a great time tonight Clyde” he shyly looks up at you, taking a small step forward, drawing you in. From this close you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows seemed to be permanently furrowed, his lips so plump, begging to be kissed, his freckles looked like constellations spreading across his face. You wanted to cling onto him, kiss him dizzy, and never let go.

Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between, pressing your lips on his. His hand coming up to cup your face, thumb slowly caressed your cheek. Kissing you gently like you were going to break in his grasp. His hands moved to your waist while yours rested on his chest, melting into the kiss. Clyde’s tongue prodded at your lips for entrance which you happily granted. The way his mouth moved against yours made you feel like you’d done this a thousand times before. Relishing in the way his nose moved against your cheek as your lips explored each other. He tasted like the candy you had been sharing earlier and you wanted more.

Both of you pulled away to catch your breath, your foreheads still touching. Clyde’s fingers trace down your arms all the way to your hands, taking them into his own.

“Goodnight y/n” his thumb caresses the back of your hand, making bite your lip as he kissed your forehead and headed to his truck.

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           Clyde swung by the store early Thursday morning. You had been trying to make plans to see each other sooner but between the bar and the busy holiday season at the bookstore you both barely had time for anything else. So, you finally agreed to have a morning coffee date before customers started coming into the store. Clyde strolled in at around 8:00 am, wearing his gray, button down shirt and those skinny jeans you were dying to rip off of him.

           “Good Morning Darlin” he set down the coffees on the counter as you made your way around. Wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him in for a delicious kiss, his lips being the only breakfast you were interested in having this morning. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you closer to his body. The cold sensation of his prosthetic hand on our hip making you lightly moan into his mouth.

           Clyde’s tongue moved in sync with yours, both hungrily devouring each other, this kiss being much hungrier than the last. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it, making Clyde deepen the kiss. He cupped your ass, sliding his hands down under your thighs, to hoist you up onto the counter. Standing between your legs, he caressed your thighs and ass, you could feel just how much Clyde was straining in his jeans. You slid your hand down to feel it for yourself, palming him lightly through his jeans, before hearing a car door slam outside.

           Clyde quickly backed away from you as you jumped off the counter and straightened yourselves out. Trying to make it seem like you weren’t just making out like two horny teenagers at 8:00 am. He stood behind you, trying to cover up the obvious tenting in his jeans as two customers walked into the bookstore.

           “Good morning, welcome to Sams” they nodded towards you “If you need anything, please let me know” they made their way through the bookshelves, not paying any mind to the two of you. Turning around you start to giggle when you see Clyde holding a book in front of him in a very strategic way, hair disheveled, face flush, and lips swollen from your kisses walking towards you.

           “I’ll text you. I gotta get a couple errands done before work” leaning in you give Clyde one more quick kiss before he heads out.

           The rest of the day passed with a few customers trickling in and out until closing time. The book you had been reading keeping you glued to it whenever you had the chance. Clyde’s name popping up on your phone temporarily distracting you.

Clyde: Hey Darlin, sorry to run out on ya like that

Its alright Clyde, I had a couple things to get done anyway 😊

Clyde: I meant to ask before I left but would you wanna go out again this Friday?

Of course, I would! Where to?

Clyde: Now that’s a surprise, beautiful. I’ll pick you up at 7. See ya Friday

           Your stomach fluttered at the thought of Clyde’s surprise. This man was going to be the end of you, you knew it.

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The sun was setting on Friday afternoon, your nerves were already settling in as you got home from work. You decided on wearing your low-cut white, long sleeve shirt and favorite pair of black pants with your black boots, throwing on a corduroy coat. It was going to be a chilly night, you wanted to be prepared for whatever Clyde had in store.

           You heard Clyde’s truck pull up outside as you ran out to grab your purse and open the door. Clyde is standing there looking as handsome as ever in his long sleeve plaid shirt and jeans with roses in one hand.

           “Ya look beautiful Darlin” You blushed furiously at his words as he handed you the roses. You rushed to the kitchen to grab a vase and set the flowers while Clyde steps into the living room.

           “Thank you, Clyde, they’re beautiful” moving to stand in front of him on your tippy toes to give place a kiss on his cheek, making him break into a smile.

           “Yer welcome, you ready to go?” you nod and make your way out of the house.

           You slid into the truck next to Clyde, adjusting your seat belt. “So where exactly are we going?” Clyde was careful not to give you too many details about your date and you were itching to find out. He just chuckled and pulled out of the driveway as you scooted closer to him.

           When you finally arrived at your destination, you look out to see Clyde had brought you to the Boone County Annual Fall Festival. There were twinkling lights and pumpkin as far as the eye could see, seemed like everyone in town was there. Clyde turned to you, watching your face as you took it all in.

           “Ya ready for yer first fall festival?” you turn to him, giving him a big smile and a quick peck on the lips before getting out of the car.

           The cold breeze settled in as you walked in through the pumpkin patch, the smell of cider in the air surrounded you as Clyde took your small hand, interlocking your fingers with his. There were food trucks set up on one side of the farm while the other had the county wide famous haunted house. You looked around, loving the ambiance of fall surrounding you while he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Both of you spent the late afternoon drinking hot cider, snacking all types of cookies  and roaming the pumpkin patch hand in hand with Clyde while he pulled you close any time you walked away from the crowds, kissing you until you both had no other choice but to come up for air. You talked about everything from books to your lives growing up, even about his accident. Clyde kept up his Frankenstein impressions, you had to give it to him, he did know how to make you laugh.

As the sun went down, Clyde offered to show you around the back of the farm. You had your arm looped around his, walking towards the back when Clyde got a phone call.

“Gimme a sec Darlin” he kissed the back of your hand and walked away to take the call. A few moments later he came back “come with me” he said as he took you behind a large oak tree where there was a four-wheeler parked with a blindfold laid on top of the seat. “I got a surprise for ya. But first ya gotta put this on fer me” you nodded as he placed the blindfold over your eyes and took your hand, guiding you to sit comfortably behind him.

           You felt Clyde sit as you wrapped your arms around his wide torso. Taking the time to feel him in your arms as you took off. A few minutes later you felt the bike stop.

           “We’re here” Clyde got off, taking your hands to guide you off safely. He stood behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to walk forward. “Okay” he unwrapped the blindfold and as it fell from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what you saw.

           You were standing at the top of the hill that had the best view of the whole festival. Hay bales were laid out on one side in a C shape with various colored pillows and blankets thrown over the ground facing the beautiful hillside view. On the other side there was a table with hot chocolate and lanterns surrounding the entire area. You felt Clyde wrap his arms around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Eyes filling with tears as you placed your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

           “Oh, my goodness Clyde” you were speechless. The thought that he would go through all this trouble for you made your heart burst. Clyde placed a quick kiss on your head as he walked towards the blankets.

           “This is ma favorite place to come when I gotta clear ma mind” you sat down placing some of the blankets over the both of you as you nestled into Clyde’s side with his arm over your shoulder. “It’s got the best view fer lookin at the stars” you looked up to see the night sky lit up as you’ve never seen it before.

           “It’s beautiful Clyde, all of this is. Thank you” sitting up to see him looking back at you.

You scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips. Clyde brought his hand up to the side of your neck, opening his mouth to let his tongue mend with yours. You knew Clyde was too much of a gentleman to take this further, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slowly got up and swung your leg over to straddle Clyde, never breaking the kiss. His hands immediately moved to your thighs then to your ass, gripping it hard. You were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Your fingers tangled in his hair, giving it a tug, making Clyde choke back a moan. His hands grounded your hips down on his, making his cock rub just right over your aching clit through your pants. Clyde pulled his lips away for a moment.

           “Darlin I-“ you could see the hesitant look in his eyes.

           “Clyde it’s okay” you whispered as you took his hand and placed it on your chest, guiding him to knead your breast. Clyde took your lips in his own again, hungrier this time. He hooked his mechanical arm around your waist, pressing your body against his. His other hand making its way down to undo the buttons on your pants and sliding his hand under your panties. A moan escaped you when you felt his fingers run along your slit.

       “Fuck. Yer so wet. Is that all for me?” you grip his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped two thick fingers inside, stretching you. Clyde moved to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving purple marks wherever he could. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, feeling your wetness seep onto his hand. He added a third finger and curled them inside you making you gasp. Touching that sweet spot, threatening to send you over the edge as you writhed on top of him. He brought his thumb to your clit and started to draw circles, making you buck your hips into his hand as your breathing got heavier, you were getting close. Clyde’s eyes watched you, your was head thrown back as you arched your back, your face coiling with pleasure as you made some of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

           “Yer close aren’t ya baby. Go ahead cum for me. I wanna feel ya cum on my fingers” the last words Clyde said turned into a blur as your orgasm hit you. You squirmed in his lap as he held you close, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm. Your body fell limp onto Clyde’s as you both panted and he placed kisses on the side of your head. Pulling his fingers from you, he took them in his mouth, licking them clean.

           “Ya taste so sweet darlin. So good” as soon as you regained control of your body, you leaned back and start to undo Clyde’s belt to return the favor before Clyde takes your wrists in his hand to stop you.

“Please Clyde, let me do this for you” he shook his head.

“As much as I would love to darlin. I would hate for our first time to be on a bale of hay where anyone can see us. I’m fine, really I am. That was amazing. You’re amazing” he cupped your face with both hands, bringing you in for another kiss “Lets get goin, fairs closin soon”

      “Five more minutes. I want to enjoy this” you said as you turned in Clydes lap, laying down in between his legs as he wrapped a blanket around you, holding you close to him. You never wanted this moment to end.

[exactlysporadicphilosopher]

Loves to Hate

"Oh" she says, expecting you to continue. You walk over and sit on the couch with her.

"The date with Derek, it was good. But I couldn't stop him running around in my mind" you say, a puzzled look in your face.

"And also, it was Derek who told me..." you say. Deep in your thoughts

"Derek said what" Kaushi asks interested.

" Derek...he told me that his name is Jayden".... you trail off.

"What!" She asks shocked "does Jayden and Derek know each other!?" She enquires. Her eyes might fall off.

" Tell me everything that happened, from the beginning " she demands.

And now it's 2 in the noon. After Kaushi heard your date night story and tragedy that follows,

ya’ll have ordered lunch and decided to call it day. Your hangover has quite come down.

Kaushi breaks the silence " so, it's Jayden? " She questions...but it's more like she's stating a fact.

You give her a blank look, " Come on, it's not like you don't know what you want" she adds on.

"It's not like that! I don't like him. But there's something I wanna do with him? I don't know. But there IS something. And that's not giving me a closure in his case.... i feel like if I get or do that sometime, I'll finally get over him. " She say. Confusing and already confused Kaushi.

"Huh?" She says perplexed. "Now you’re bringing back the hangover" she says tiredly.

The doorbell rings, must be the lunch ya'll ordered.

A few mins later.

The empty food trays are lying in the sink. Both of ya'll are sprawled out in your bed watching Netflix.

"Are you planned out for the college prep events" Kaushi asks as you'll finish the serious

" Yeah, I think. I mean I don't know what happens in these events, I heard we have to visit a few universities to be certain about the uni and course were choosing " you say bluntly...

Kaushi nods in agreement, " but I heard...we will be selected to visit these universities based on our grades. I guess"

"Oh, we do have to prepare something or...?" You ask, sounding lazy already. Lately you’re not yourself. You are student with good grades and a simple life, you always have things planned out ahead of time. Well....not all things remain the same.

" I don't think we'll be asked to do anything..." She things trying to remember if there's anything else about these events. "It lasts for 2 weeks" she adds.

"When was this discussed? Why do I not know anything about this!? " You ask confused.

"This was when you took a day off, you know...after jay-''

"No! Nooo! Stop there! Stop right there! Don't say his name" you interrupt her. Out of breath.

"Oh, I see, where he has you" she's winks teasingly. Add a little smirk.

"Oh my god, stop your Jayden tales" you say. More like a groan. That day goes by just like that...

-×-

It's Monday, the warm sunshine that was streaming through the classroom window was doing nothing to help my concentration as I sat in class trying to pay attention.

This is the last class for the day and Ms. Margret’s monotone voice droning on about some dead men who fought in a battle hundreds of years ago.

Kaushi is almost asleep next to me. History is one of the classes next to yoga and English we have together.

There! There rings the most awaited bell.

Kaushi shots up startled by the sound of the bell " what! What's happening?! Is that fire alarm" she's asks shocked and quite restless.

You try to suppressed your laughter, but a small chuckle escapes your mouth before you could stop it.

But that little happy bubble was crushed when the Ms. Margaret, who is taking out a bunch of papers from her tote instead of dispersing the glass.

Oh no.

"This paper has all the details on the university you'll be visiting for the next two weeks, you all are given an opportunity to visit a university and to experience it, your universities can't be changed unless there's a valid reason submitted, hope ya’ll use these two weeks to wisely decide on the future" she's says handing out the paper.

Class dispersed.

-×-

You meet Kaushi in the hallway at her locker.

I don't know how, but you and Kaushi have always been together...always ended up together in everything and God know that I wouldn't have survival last week without her. And now the next two week is also gonna be with her. Isn't it a good thing we get to go the same uni...?

At this point she knows way too much about, so it's this friendship or death.

I mean her death.

include evil laughter

-×-

JAYDENS POV

College prep event.

Sounds like the last things someone like Jayden would care about.

It's his first year in uni, with that said, it's also his first college prep event. He just got to know that he will be assigned with a high schooler for the next two weeks. Pure purgatory.

He'd rather have a root canal than to hand out with a nosy teenager.

He's determined that he's not doing it. He decides to talk to his professor, Mr. Christian Valarie about it later that day.

-×-

Jayden's walks into a lecture, Mr. Christian who just got off his phone. He looks up at Jayden, as if he knew that Jayden would come. More like he was waiting for Jayden come.

"Hey my boy, come here , I have some news" he says exited.

Uh oh.

"Mr. Christian, I'm just here to say that I won't be participating in college pre-" Jayden gets straight to the point. He respects Mr. Christian and owes him big time. In this whole entire town Jayden’s only close with this 75-year-old man. But that's not what's important now.

What is important is that won't be taking anyone's shit. But interrupted anyways.

" I think I've found you a partner " he says, his eyes barely open from how big he's smiling. He's like Jayden too. Like his own son.

"Mr. Christian, I don’t wann- " he's interrupted again.

"Look Jayden , I know that you don't wanna do this, but this might help out forget things from the past , you've been doing so great...but" he stops in his track seeing Jayden...Jayden’s eyes are glistened..

" I’m doing so great? " he asks back. His voice louder.

Mr. Christian takes a step closer.

"He called me, he messaged too" he says weakly.

Mr. Christian is lost...

"They know where I am, I should probably leave" he says turning around ready to walk away.

"Jayden!" Mr. Christian Calls after him

He runs behind him and hands over a paper...

"This is the information of the high school students you've paired with... incase you change your mind" he says weakly.

Jayden takes the document. And walks away.

-×-

6.00 pm

Jayden got home an hour ago

Showered and goes sit in his usual spot, the swing in the balcony.

The documents and his school works are lying freely on the coffee table in the living room.

Just when he opens the balcony door. All the papers lying there are in the air. He immediately closes the door and rushes in to pick them up and that's when he sees her name. Her name is the document his professor gave him.

The student he's paired with is "y/n.." he reads slowly.

The more he tries to keep his mind off of y/n the closer he gets to her. The universe! Fuck the universe. Just when he was a Little distracted and was about to get over y/n, he has to make a choice?! Okay what!?

He really wants to do it If he's doing it with her...but he can't let himself get any closer you her either. It's wrecking him. It's painful.

He finally decides it the best that he could do for the both them.

He's going to decline.

That was his ordinal plan. He's gonna stick with it. He's gonna decline it and not show up at the uni for the next two weeks.

He has no way out of this, he can't let him get any closer to her. He knows that he'll break her.

But what he's not noticing is that she's ruining him for everyone else. She got him to stay away from her to keep her safe.

He knows that he has to push her way, that he has to hate her and also, he knows that he could never.

-×-

9 am, Tuesday.

Sleeping peacefully in his bed, Jayden cradles a pillow to his chest. He stirs a little when a soft beam of sun light hits his perfect face.

He wakes as he usually does, but what's new is that y/n is in his head.

He's so calm he when he's thinking about her, more like he's careful...

He gets ready and is on his way to tell Mr. Christian that he's turning his offer down.

-×-

Y/N's POV

It's Tuesday, also the first day of college prep event.

Kaushi and you are waiting outside the office of university of California, Los Angeles.

This university is huge, it includes libraries, lecture halls, residence halls, student centers or dining halls, and park-like settings. This is everything you've wanted in a uni.

And then there's kaushi, " This uni is like there's a 'only cute boys allowed' sign out front." She looks at you "I mean, look around" she says winking at a guy. He looks horrified.

And you, you try to pretend that you don't even know who kaushi is.

Suddenly you hear a familiar voice, and it's calling your name...

Derek.

"Hey y/n, hello kaushi" he greets us.

It's weird, he hasn’t texted or even called after the date that night...

"Hi" you say, kaushi does the same.

"Um...excuse me while I use the bathroom" kaushi says knowing it's her cue to leave.

"Heyy do you go here " you ask. You don't know what uni he goes to

" No, I just came here to see a friend " he says oddly, he's lying? He kinda seems tensed.

"Did I do something or- " you begin to speak but he interrupts you .

" Is this about why I haven't called you after that night" he asks knowingly...

You nod, wanting an answer. But just when he was about to say something your name is being called by the office attendant. You tell Derek that you'd be back soon and walk into the office.

" Hello dear, I'm Mr. Christian Valarie. Prof of aero physics. Welcome to the university of California, Los Angeles. " He greets. He seems nice.

"Hello, prof. Christian. It's a pleasure " you say offering to shake his hands and sit down.

and next thing you know is Jayden walking inside the office.

Your eyes lock.

It's too intense to keep looking into his eyes. You try to look elsewhere, but he is constantly looking at your eyes. You can't Handle the heat of his stare.

"I'll do it" he says, out of the blue. And goes to sit down in the chair next to you.

The tension is clear in the air.

Silence.

The professor is blankly staring at both of us.

"So..okay..." She starts to speak...looking at some papers...

"Ms. Y/n, this is Jayden Alder, he is an English literature student here and he's going to be your partner for the next two weeks...-"

The professor keeps talking, but you can't hear anything...My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up.

He...Jayden goes here?! And he's going to be my partner for the next two weeks...

So, is this what he meant by, 'I'll do it’?

Oh on.

"Ms. Y/n?" Mr. Christian calls "are you alright?"

He asks. Probably your face has turned pale...

You nod, assuring him to continue, though you have no idea what he's talking.

After a few mins which felt like a decade..." you both can start by looking around the campus, and Ms. Y/n, Jayden would take you around." Mr. Christian says

The look of horror in your face, you quite don't know how to feel about all this...maybe he's more than what you saw of him. Maybe it's the right time to get your closure with him. Or maybe not.

But this is not in your hands. You can ask for a different partner but Jayden goes to uni and your ofc have to run into him.

And above all, he said 'I'll do it'...

"Ms. Y/n, you can take leave now" Mr. Christian says smiling sweetly at me. But then he looks at Jayden.

" You stay back here, while Ms. Y/n waits outside for you " he says to Jayden. He looks at me smiles again...

-×-

Kaushi sits there, her mouth agape.

"JAYDEN?!" She asks shocked, you just time her everything that happened. And jayden has not come out of the office yet.

"YOUR PARTNER?" She asks. You face palm. Sighing into your hands. What can you do! It's the 9th she asking this, with the expression and the same tone and the fucking question.

"Now you shut the fuck- " you are interrupted by the sound of the office opening.

Jayden walks out and towards you as the attendee calls Kaushi's name.

"Babe, wait here, I don't think it'll take long" she says walking away and walking past Jayden.

"He's hot" she mouths from behind him.

Typical kaushi.

He stands in front of you now!

"Follow me" he says and starts walking

" But I have to wait for my Friend " you say getting up.

He rolls his eyes.

Wait did he just rolled his eyes at me?!

Just when you were about to throw hands at him...he's.... he’s trying. He closes his eyes and take a deep breath. His knuckles white. He opens his eyes when he seems to have calmed down.

"Okay, let's wait" he says sitting down. You sit back down next to him.

It's quite...

He crosses his arms against and sighs, loud enough, even the attendee looked up.

"We can leave, If you don't wanna wait..." you say not very sure.

" Huh? Oh God this couldn't get any worse, I'm not the to do everything you ask for" he scoffs

There. There it is his cockiness

"Excuse me, You’re the one who were sighing " you say turning to him, pointing a finger, furious.

He just smirks shaking his head as if this is what he expected out of me.

You get up and walk to the attendee and "excuse me, can i request to change my partner for the college prep event?" She looks startled behind the desk.

What can I say, you can look quite scary when you are mad. Except the fact that you are tiny.

"Well, yeah that can be done, but it needs both of your approval" she says with pity in her eyes.

You turn to look at Jayden. He just sits there, ignoring everything going around him. He will definitely not approve. Aghhhhh.

"You’re like a squeaky grocery cart " you scoff at him before sitting down.

It doesn't take him a min to take to me down. But he won’t, because he likes to act cool. Stupid ass.

You look up to kaushi getting out of the office. With a cute guy next her.

Wth

"Hey y/n, this is Caleb Stratford, and he's my partner" she tells you and introduces you to him.

Ya’ll shake hands, Jayden’s eyes locked with yours he looks down to your hands. And looks away

God, that was intense.

"Hey y/n" Caleb says smiling warmly.

Jayden watching.

" We can go " Jayden asks getting up from the chair. He doesn't wait for your answer, he just starts walking away.

"Alright ladies" Caleb says and gestures We'd start.

As we are walking into the hallway, kaushi pulls me aside " oh my god, Caleb is so cute!" She squeals

"I don't think it's a university, it’s a dating site "

She exclaims.

"More like a trap" you spit annoyed.

"You're just jealous that Caleb's a totally hottie" she says flipping her hair

"I heard that" Caleb smiles lowering his glasses

" You were supposed to" kaushi says at a failed attempt of being seductive. add a wink

"Oh my god, guys I'm still here " you say clearing your throat.

Now you pull kaushi aside and sat "Jayden is hotter"

"You've never seen him without a shirt on and talk about the kis-" you realize what you’re saying .

You must be possessed.

You look at kaushi, she’s already looking at you. With a smirk "continue" she says sarcastically.

"You're insane" you tell her.

"I know, isn't in great " she says, as Caleb calls.

She hugs me and "bye babe, I gotta go, meet you in the cafeteria, just call me if he does anything , I'll kill him" she says jokingly, at least i hope she is.

"You too, love you" you say, running to catch up with Jayden.

He turns around to see you're by his side now, but he doesn't say anything.

"I'm hungry “you mumble under your breathe. Seems like he didn't hear.

But he walks you straight into the cafeteria.

"Order" he says.

Is he buying you breakfast? Woah. He has kind side after all.

You order a coffee and bagel. He goes to sit on a table and put his hoodie over his head and also a cap... he is undercover?

Or he doesn't wanna be seen with me?

Oh.

You take your order and go to sit with him.

"Can we just.... get along?"

Silence.

"I can forget it all...and start over...look, we are kind of stuck together here, so we might as well make the best of it" you say softly...looking at him.

Silence.

He's looking at a tree far away...it’s like he's not even paying attention.

He turns and looks at you, "or could you just not talk to me......that will work" he says numb.

Ouch.

"Okay... and-" you say weakly digging into your bag to find something.

You finally found. His bracelets.

Here..." you say grimly. Pushing the bracelets towards him.

He looks at you.

This is the first time he's looking at you properly after he first saw you at the office.

He looks...sad??...angry...? It's hard to read.

"Are you okay?" You ask while he's putting his bracelet back on.

"Are you done?" He looks at the bagel.... well, it was a last piece that you just stuffed in my mouth

He gets and starts walking, " pay for it and we're going to the library"

Pay for it... okay.

-×-

Not a single word. You don't expect him to be chatty with you. But he's not the jayden that I know of. He was cocky...even though it pissed me off I kinda liked it cause this jayden just pisses the fuck out of me even more.

Were now at the pool. It's indoor and is located half way across the cafeteria!! Ugh.

I wonder what Kaushi's doing...with Caleb? Oh my.

" We're going to the lecture hall " he says and it's the same thing again. He's walking a mile per min and I'm running to catch up with him.

Ugh.

Can't wait to go home.

The next day but the same shit.

But today you had a a few classes with Jayden and the other times it was just a breathless you trying to catch up with him.

Nothing new came out of these two days. But Jayden's attitude. It seems like he's trying so hard not care but utterly fails when our hands touch or when he has to call me name...or his quick reflexes when I call him...

Apparently, Kaushi noticed all of it too. But for once she's been busy with Caleb and didn't bring up her Wattpad theory...

I don't know what it is with me, but I just couldn't let go of jayden..I don't know, something about him just makes me wanna try again...it feels like I wanna fix whatever is wrong. Why do I feel this way?

And why is it Jayden. He makes me wanna scream and throw things at him and the next minute I wanna wrap him up in my arms and love him for everything he's been through.

It's weird to say, but if I'm honest , I feel empty every time I come back home these days with him.

There's not much conversation...just his presence.

I feel those things too, when he says my name or when our eyes meet.... not like before...im I able to look at his for too long without wanting him all over me...

Oh.

Well...I can hide all this kaushi but I can't lie to myself. Now that I feel something for Jayden, deep down it feels like he hates me...

Like everything he says to hurt me actually does hurt me...maybe he's hurting too?

He just makes me wanna cry, punch him in the face and jump off a building all at the same time.

It feels so suffocating to be far away from him.

-×-

6.00 pm Friday. After the third day of the college prep event, your home sitting in front of your TV with a bag of chips.

You just spoke to kaushi.... well...she's going with Caleb for dinner.

It was a quick call on how they ended up on a date. They're cute. And kaushi deserves this.

Now that your alone. Your mind is back at it. JAYDEN.

Ahh. Ever since that incident in his house. When you stopped him from killing himself, you've been quite reckless. You really wouldn't say that you'd rewind it and do it all differently, you're not wishing you'd met him in the first place. You like what he makes you feel like.

Like he's the sun.

Oh my god! Stop thinking about him!!

You'll only think more about it when you wanna forget it, such thing is a human brain. And that stupid heart is of no help in this case.

Even though he's cruel, even though he Hates me or he pretends to do so. Even though I know he's bad for me, even though I know he has a past that could hurt, I just can't help. All of this is only making me want to dig deeper. I wanna know what he is.

I don't know what to call all of this mess. But it's a beautiful mess.

You smile to yourself as you drift off thinking about him.

-×-

Your alarm goes off.

It's a Saturday, but universities function even on sat.

What kind of socrecy.

Kaushi and Caleb are talking off today cause kaushi got sick from eating peanuts. She allergic. But apparently Caleb is too hot to be looking at than to worry about what's in the food that she was eating...and now Caleb is taking care of her. Awh.

You're walking towards the lecture hall. That's where you and Jayden meet up

You walk up to the door of the lecture hall to find Mr. Christian and Jayden having a little chat. Jayden has a new phone with him, looks like Mr. Christian gave it to him...there's a lot going between them.

And, you've also noticed that there's a lot going with Jayden himself. This is what confuses you...do you really like him? Or your just curious?

This is the first time your see Jayden wear white...and his hair looks kinda wet but fluff like he just showered...

Hello!! You’re still standing at the Door frame of the lecture hall, eyes glued to Jayden.

"Hello, Ms./n!" He greets you, smiling wide. Jayden’s snaps his head to look at you.

"Hi Mr. Christian, hi Jayden" you greet them both.

Mr. Christian goes on about how good you’re doing so far for a few mins before leaving us alone.

You're sitting on a table and he's sitting down on a chair quite away from you...

Silence.

"What's today's schedule?" You try to talk to him.

Silence again.

You decide to wait a little longer...staring at him.

"Nothing much, Saturdays don't have much classes" he says bluntly.

"Oh, then I can I go home?" You ask him.

" No " he says still looking down.

You are frustrated, if you had any self-respect you would've left on this event long ago. But there's something in him...that doesn't let you give up on him.

"Why" you ask loud. He lifts his head up slowly

"Why what?" He asks in monotone.

"Why are you like this, what did I do! Was saving you a mistake?" You shout in frustration. You don't even know what took over you. But you’re at your own self now.

“You kissed me and just felt?! " Now tears brim your eyes.

" Is that your problem now? " He asks, he seems so calm yet he pulls out a smirk.

And you on the other hand , a composed person is losing it!

"Quit smirking at me! I'm serious " you shout . Thank God it’s a Saturday. Not many students are here.

"Okay?" He speaks. The calmest he's ever been. He knows what he's doing. But you've let lose. All of your emotions are flooding in.

"Okay!? Seriously!? Is that all you have to say" you ask, now tears running down your cheeks

" Then what do you want me to say!? You were one who kept showing up at my place " he speaks, as he walks near you. " What do want from me now!?" He asks, now standing in front of you.

You are stuck at his words. What else did you expect from him. A sorry? Oh please.

"And the kiss, it happened in a flow ! It didn't mean anything to me , so fucking leaving me alone " he yells to your face.

It's you who is silent now.

"Say something!" He whispers hoarsely to your face.

“Why did you do that to Derek?" You ask. He froze.

Well...the whole Derek thing...it was a couple of days...you ran into Derek at the parking lot and...

“Derek?” you sound unsure, he’s turned away from you. It’s been forever since you met him, ya’ll went on one date and he completely ghosted , except for when ya’ll met in the university. And you didn’t call him after that either…so

He turns around. You drop everything you were holding and slowly walk to him…closer…to examine his face.

His bruised face.

“Derek?” you say…your fingers linger over his blue skin…

“What happened?” you ask, concern in your eyes. “Well…you know...” he starts. It’s like he wants you to know what really happened. “it’s nothing, I just fell” he states. Trying to pull a soft smile.

You’re not buying his bullshit! “Oh, you fell down and the floor punched in the face?” you ask. “Stop lying to me. It concerns that someone did this to you.” You stare into his eyes trying to find an answer.

Derek seems to not be the type to get into a fist fight with someone. It’s like he didn’t even try to defend himself. He’s at a battle with himself whether to tell me or not…and you…you try to think of every possible answer…but none seems to match the situation.

“Well…It’s…” he hesitates. “Jayden” he finishes.

Shock is that feeling of pause while the brain makes a new connection, one that brings high emotion of either joy or sorrow. It is finding yourself unexpectedly on a platform, train approaching, realizing that this time the destination is not a choice.

Jayden…but why?

You are staring into Derek’s eyes “Derek, I don’t understand…what id actually going on?” you ask, you are clueless about what you’re feeling right now.

“Why would he do this to you?” you ask. it’s quite understandable for you to be confused here. Because you are meeting Jayden in the university every day, and Derek… he doesn’t have anything against Jayden…except…me? But doesn’t Jayden hate me?

Oh.

“You.” Derek says and now you see the pattern. Ever so clear.

“But it’s okay.” He continues “He just can’t handle I went on a date with you” he softly smiles

You should be mad at Jayden, but no, you are not. You are more concerned about Derek. At least that’s how you convince yourself about not being able to hate Jayden completely.

“I’m sorry Derek, I don’t know what else I should be telling you right now. Why do you have to go through all this?” you say. Broken.

I’m gonna kill Jayden.

“it’s okay y/n” he hugs you “It was all worth it” he whispers.

You’re kinda getting to the point where you realize that Derek, more than just likes you. But you’re afraid that you might not feel the same. Or maybe you might. He seems nice…

“I’m late for practice, I have to go now, see you later?” he says breaking the hug.

“But- “you start, “no, don’t say anything, see you later.” He says and getting in his car , while you stand there cluelessly.

-×-

Jayden's pov

"Why did you do that to Derek?" she asked.

What.

It's not predictable anger or pain that's the worst, it's the "Randoms," stuff you know is coming, just never when. The randoms work on the mind as a torture, elevating primal fear, decreasing logic and self-control.

I knew she would find out. Yet I wasn’t ready.

But I still have to play along my plan.

And the plan was to keep her away from me. But look where we now.

"What happens to Derek is not your concern" I spit.

"IT IS MY CONCERN; YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHO I CAN CARE FOR” she yells. She makes it so hard for me.

She cares for him!? My plan was only to keep her off of me. That doesn't include letting that prick to take her on a date.

She belongs with me.

But no.

“Leave now.” I had to it. I can’t just stand here. so close to her and just WATCH her cry. And I caused it.

“No” she says, littles sniffles leave her mouth, trying to control her emotions. “I want an answer, why did you hurt Derek! What for” she screams at my face. She really wants me lose it, huh?

This is it.

“Why? Why does it bother you that I went on a date with him. ”yelling, pounding her fists against my chest.

I can stay like this forever. Just her presence is enough.

I can’t hear anything, it’s just her, tears flowing down her cheeks, her fists pounding over my chest. My hands wrapped around her tiny torso.

There is peace even in the storm.

Even though I simply can’t show my emotions, I’m capable of hiding them too well.

She’s now bawling in my hands, because I hurt the guy she went on a date with. Ironic.

“Me or Derek?” I had to do it. She’s getting the best out of me. I didn’t break the hug though. I couldn’t. just not yet.

If she chose Derek. I’ll make sure he never sees sunrise.

This. This is the monster I’m trying to keep her away from her.

Y/N's POV

“Me or Derek?” He asked. I was wrapped up in his arms. What does he expect me to say now?

My silence is inevitable because I am always at a loss of words with him. Whatever it be.

This, it’s not like I really have an option to choose between, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, wrapped in his arms. He knows that too well.

His face is blurry through my teary eyes, he still seems perfect… his lips…I’m no more in control of myself. My hands reach up to his face, pulling his face down , closer to mine. I really want me to stop now.

“I want to give in, baby, I’m mentally losing it” that’s the last thing I heard him say, before I felt his lips lazily brushing over mine. He’s hesitant.

Wait no.

seems like he was looking for a right angle, you realize when you feel his hands reach down, under your thighs, lifting you up and seating you down on a table - oh.

“I’m losing it” he repeated. He crushed me against him as he brought my mouth to his, his lips taking in mine, he kissed me, without warning, it felt like he did it without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else.

His hands in the small of my back , pulling me into him, deepening the kiss. My fingers digging into his skin.

You close you eyes , grab his shirt pulling him closer, and it's not enough. You feel his hands move from your waist to your shoulders then to your neck. You feel a desperate need to feel his touch all over you.

He sucks you lower lip into his mouth a little too hard, earning a little moan from you.

"Ahh..." you murmur against his mouth when his tongue found its way inside your mouth. It feels like he's kissing your soul.

He breaks the kiss just to kiss the Mole above your lips , to kiss your nose and he gets back to lips again. He leans in so carefully breathing and not breathing, our hearts beating between us and he's so close, he's so close to you and you can't feel your legs anymore , everything you feel is him , standing in between your legs.

His hand holding your neck and the other hand around your waist tightens , he grips them hard for an instant and you literally felt your knees buckle. This has your stomach going crazy that you let out a loud moan, slipping out of the kiss.

"No one's ever done that to you?" He asks , breathlessly, his eyes dark, lips wet and plump.

You nod your head slowly , not being able to open your eyes.

You are in no state to answer.

He goes down to kiss your neck and the grip of your fingers in his hair tightens, having him throw his head back moaning. " y/n..." He does it again, but this time his lips linger on the skin right below your jaw line much longer. You feel his lips sucking in your skin and his teeth makes you feel tingles. His movements are fast. And you feel dizzy, you can't Handle this anymore, your lips are cold and empty, you pull him back and connect your lip-

*his phone rings*

He breaks this hot kissing session , his breathe out of control yet he doesn't let me out of his arms, his phone is lying on the table where he was sitting earlier.

He looks over to see who's calling and he moves away form me. His eyes...there is anger, fear...

And just like that , the boy you've been kissing moments ago becomes this dangerous person...you can find it in his eyes...

"You have to go, you have to run away" he says, moving away from you, eyes glued to his phone.

"Run from who" you ask getting down the from the table, it breaks you to see him like this.

"From me" he says.

JAYDEN'S POV

She needs to leave now.

"Y/n leave now! Please?" She has to leave now , before I do something crazy.

But no , she walks straight to the phone. It's still ringing. She can't see it. No.

Why can't I move. I need to stop her.

"Y/n no-"

"Hello" she says holding the phone next to her ears. No.

I push the phone off of her hands , it hit the ground. But- but the speakers turned on.

"Who are you" his voice. It's sounds the same as it used to sound when I was little. It feels like yesterday.

But I don't just hear his voice, I also hear my dead mothers cries from that day ringing in my ears. That prick. I will kill him. His blood. I wanna see his blood and hear him cry.

My dad.

Y/N's POV

"Who are you" a voice from his phone, echoing through the lecture hall.

The next thing I find when I turn around is jayden...

On the floor , trembling, covering his ears.

"Jayden!?" That voice from the phone calls. More like it commands.

"Stop it, please stop it ! No!!! You murderer!! I will not come to back , no no no no i will not I will not , stop it stop it-" he points to the phone. His hands shivering , teary hollow eyes, breathlessly. That's it , your breaking that phone. It physically hurts you to see him like this.

Like if you were born with a ability to see a person's internal pain as if it were a physical injury , most people have atleast a few scratches , while some people look like they've fallen of a cliff and you look at him and see him in the worst state you've ever seen anyone before.

You are on the ground with him , trying your hardest to calm him down. You've never seen him like this. Your hand are clumsy as you try to hold his face

"Jayden look at me, you are okay ,Jayden it's okay , its okay" you try to talk him down.

"Go away from me , don't look at me like this" he whimpers in your hands.

"GET AWAY FROM ME" - he yells , pushing your hands away.

You fall out of balance and wince. There. He lifts his head. He's seems calm. But eyes reds . His dark lashes prominent. He lifted his head up to sound of you wincing.

" did I hurt yo- you?" He asks...he's..he's scared? He shakes his head uncontrollably, covering his ear. Repeating the same thing again and again.

"I hurt you"

"I hurt you"

"I hurt you"

"I hurt you"

"I hurt you"

You just stare at him from where you landed when he pushed. You are looking at a whimpering child infront of you. You crawl to him and stand on your knees, taking his head in you hands. His hands fall off of his ears and snakes around your torso, crushing you in a hug. "I'm sorry" he says against my stomach. Your fingers caressing his hair. "It's okay, Jayden. You didn't hurt me" you say carefully.

Silence.

You're there caressing his hair and ya'll are still tangled up in a hug.

"Fix it , please" you hear his weak voice say.

"Fix what?" You ask, with puzzled thoughts.

"Me" he says, you hear a whimper.

---×---

After spending a few mins trying to steady his breathe, Jayden and you are now in his car, driving to his house. He's passed out in the passenger seat, little snors escaping his lips. What happened a few hours ago is still a mystery. You were kissing him a moment ago and the next was Jayden having a panic attack.

Who was the one on the phone? Why did he do to Jayden? Uhhh! You did get ask him any of these, you couldn't.

You halt the car in his parking lot. He's still sound asleep. You adjust his seat downwards for him to sleep more comfortably and just watch him sleep. How peaceful.

Ahh it's so nice when he's quite.

He's wearing his bracelets, did he hurt himself again?! You make a mental note to keep an eye on it. Your eyes trial up to his biceps...damn. He must've been working out, then to his chest and how perfectly his white shirt hugs his abs, then to his neck, then to his lips .I wanna kiss him. Then to his eyes...and to your horror it flutters open.

"Like what you see?" He asks, a tired smirk.

But still its a smirk!!! He really has the audacity to smirk at me after all!!! He's dead today.

"Stop with that. we're at your place" you say bluntly, trying to change the topic.

He un does his seat belt and leans in towards you, so close, his breathe hitting your face...

You freeze. Though ya'll were literally eating each others face just an hour ago. Everything feels like the first time.

"I'm hugry" he whispers.

"Oh, hello hungry, I'm y/n" you say. With a very serious face. Trying your hardest.

Silence.

He took a few seconds to see what you did there. Still no response. He doesn't even blink.

"It just takes a few seconds for me take so much stupidity all at once" there's still a look of horror on his. While you push his face away , laughing your ass off. You just couldn't be more proud of yourself for that dead joke. You really can't stop laughing. While Jayden sits in the passenger seat questioning his entire existence.

After a few good laughs , I mean afterYOU were done laughing. Jayden and you are now in his house. Your in a kitchen trying to find something to cook? No eat. While Jayden is in the shower.

Can you cook? Absolutely not! Can Jayden cook? Well he must, it's his kitchen. He can burn it down.

"JAYDEN!!" You call for him from the kitchen, whilst walking towards the shower.

"What?" He answers back, his voice small under the running shower.

"There's nothing to eat!" You say , taking in the sight of his room.

"I have a something that you can eat in here" you can hear him chuckle.

And ofc! You picture that stupid smirk.

"You were the one who was hungry" you murmur under your breathe, you couldn't care less about his cocky comments. The only thing that's on your mind right now is his past. And food.

You take your phone out to order. Pizza? Yes Pizza.

You're in your thoughts, looking around his room as you sit down in his bed noticing a photo on the table nearby.

It's a women in her mid thirties...and two little boys..and the rest of the picture is torn away. You immediately spot Jayden, smiling through his crooked teeth, holding hands with the other boy. Jayden....looks so much like this women in this picture. His mom. She must be.

Young Jayden is cute. You smile to yourself, unconsciously tracing your finger over little Jayden, letting your thoughts run wild on how cheerful this little boy looks.

Wait.

If this is jayden...who's the other boy, Jayden has a brother?! Half the photo is torn...where is his dad now? His brother?...is he really Jayden’s brother!?

Jayden’s cute.

"And a lot more..." you are startled by his voice from behind you.

Did I say that out Loud?

You slowly turn around, still holding the photo, only to be faced with a half naked Jayden...he only has a towel draped around his waist, dangerously low.

Oh

"How long have you been grazing your finger over that picture like that" he says, eyes fixed to your your fingers.

Your eyes on the other hand, woah. Stop being a whore! Stop looking at him like that-

Silence.

Before you even realize, in one swift motion, you are against the wall, your hands on his naked skin, his breathe hitting your neck.

"Jay- Jayden what are you doing" you stutter, trying to stay conscious. The scent from his body right after he's showered. Ahhhh.

"You wanna know?" He whispers...lips slightly curved upwards. That darned smirk.

God. This is driving me crazy. You don't know what comes over you when he's around, your body shudders under him.

His eyes widen and you watch them rake down your body, he takes his lip between his lips and you see his cheeks flush.

What! He must be cold from wearing only a towel, I know it couldn't possibly be me that he's reacting to. But we've kissed before...but all that was a joke to him...what are we!?

His hands grips your thighs and once again you are on fire. He slowly lifts you up and lays you down on his bed. He bends down to your neck and next thing you feel is a sharp pain from his teeth on your skin.

"Your going to pay for that" you mumble, feeling dizzy.

He shifts his legs to your sides and now he's on top of you.

"Can I pay like this This?" He teases.

This time you wrap your legs around his waist and earn a shocked gasp falls from is lips.

The electricity between us appears again, this time more wild then ever before. Why does this always happen with him?

You shut your mind off of your thoughts and warp your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing to me, y/n" he asks softly and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

"These lips.. the things you could do with them" he says slowly and seductively. I feel that burn deep in my stomach and I am putty in his arms. "Do you want me to stop?" he looks into your eyes, his pupils are dilated so much that there is only a slight ring around the now dark brown of his eyes.

Before your mind can catch up you shake you head and press his body down on yours. His lips touch your jaw, making you tremble. He continues a line of kisses along your jawline.

"We can never be friends" he says against your skin. You nod. You know he is right, you have no idea what this is that we are but you know you will never be able to only be friends with Jayden. As his lips touch the spot just below your ear you moan and Jayden does it again, this time sucking the skin.

"Oh, Jayden" you moan and wrap your legs tighter. You bring your hands down to his back and graze your nails against his skin. I might explode just from him kissing my neck alone.

"Please let me?" His voice is full of desperation. There is no way I can say no.

"Say it, y/n" He says into your ear then takes your ear lobe between his teeth. You nod again, this time harder. "I need you to say it baby, out loud so I know you really want me to" His hand travels down and under the t-shirt that I am wearing.

"I want to" you rush the words and he smirks against your neck, his mouth continuing his gentle assault. He doesn't say anything, instead he grabs my thighs, lifting you closed to his torso.

He suddenly drops my legs and goes to sit beside me. You whine when your out of his contact inflating is ego. but you don't care. All you know is that you want him, you need him.

You are unsure of what to do so you just lay there on his bed.

The heat in your body is slowly burning out the longer Jayden’s touch is not on you. "Come here" he says in a low voice and the heat returns

His hands immediately reachs for the hem of your t-shirt and he peels it off of your body. The way he looks at you alone drives you crazy, your hormones are out of control. Your pulse speeds up as he looks your body up and down one more time before he moves down to lay with you. He leans himself up on his elbow to hold his weight so he is laying on his side, facing you as you lay on your back. No one has ever seen you this exposed before.

Has he seen other girls?

Your hands move up to cover your body, Jayden sits up and grabs both of your wrists and pushes them down to your sides.

"Don't ever cover up, not for me" he says and looks into my eyes.

"It's just.." you begin to explain but he cuts you off.

"No, you will not cover up, you have nothing to be ashamed of y/n" does he mean that? "I mean it, look at you" he says, seeming to read your mind.

"You've been with other girls?" You question and he frowns.

"None like you" you could take his answer many different ways but you choose to let it go. "Do you have a condom?" You ask him, trying to remember the few things I know about sex.

"A condom?" He chuckles. "I'm not going to have sex with you" he says and you begin to panic. Is this all a game to humiliate me?

"Oh" Is all you say, you begin to pull yourself up but he grabs your shoulders and gently pushes you back down.

"Where are you going? " Realization hits him, "Oh.. no I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that you have never done anything.. at all so I am not going to have sex with you. Today" he adds and you feel a little bit of the pressure in your chest dissolve.

"There are many other things I want to do to you first" he says in your ear and climbs on top of you, He is in a push-up position, his wet hair drips water droplets onto your face and you

squirm.

"I can't believe no one has fucked you before" he whispers and he shifts his body to lay on his side once again.

He brings his hand to your neck and trails it down, only touching your with his fingertips, then down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and he stops just above your pants.

You are really doing this, you and Jayden. What is he going to do? Will it hurt? What happens to us after this? What will we become? A hundred thoughts race through your mind but disappear as soon as his hand reaches down you pants.

You hear him suck a breath through his teeth and he brings his mouth to yours, but not kissing. Just his lips, close to yours.

His breathe hitting you nose. You feel dizzy as everything swirls in your head. You feel his hands move to places you've never dated to explore.

The sound of the door bell from the hall sneaked into my thoughts, pulling me out of this steamy trance.

Oh

“That’s right, it must be the food!” I muttered to his puzzled expression. “I’ll go get it.” cause your the only one who's clothed. Appropriately.

You push him back gently getting out from underneath him. His skin still from the shower.

Or maybe because of what just happened.

Oh no.

You open the door to find....."kaushi?" You freeze.

"I parked the car near the school babe- oh hi Y/N"

Caleb is here too?!.

Oh wait! Kaushi was sick. She seems okay now...

Did I hear Caleb call her babe?!.

"What are you both do-" you begin

"What's taking you so long-" he opens the door further.

And the look on Kaushi's face. I exactlt know how this is gonna end.

Well he's still in his towel.

"Y/n we need to ta-" Kaushi begins but in one swift moment jayden grabs you by your waist and pulls inside the house, closing the door.

Now it's only you, back pressed against the wall and jayden dangerously close to you.

"They can't come in" he says bluntly.

What

He's no more the jayden he was a moment ago.

I know it's toxic to take jaydens side here. But it's his house. But they're my friends. I probably should leave now. Kaushi might want to talk with me.

"Okay, Jayden. I think I should leave now" you say ans watch his eyes go soft.

"Don't" his grip on my wrist tightens.

My mind is screaming at me for letting him have his way with me. But for some reason I keep getting tangled up in his mess. He's toxic. This is toxic. But why do I want more of it.

No. I gotta fight it .

You yank his hands away from yours.

"Jayden I need to leave"

"What about us?" He steps closer. It seemed impossible to be any closer but here he is close enough to send shivers to my soul.

" I want to leave" you state. Trying to fight you feelings.

His eyes darker, he's a complete different person now. Moments ago he was funny, even cracked jokes, then uhm- you know, he seemed soft...and now he doesn't wanna let me go so he turned into hulk mode. no. This is not it. This definitely not it.

But just as I'm running my thoughts out in my head, jayden seems to be doing the same until he steps away from me. He stands there with his hands folded at his chest. He doesn't look at me. He isn't saying anything either. But I have to leave. I can't just let him have his way with me.

Just like he could hear my thoughts...

"Leave" he says coldly.

To be continued...

[the-brave-little-blogger]

you cant seperate jk rowling from harry potter and just “enjoy them critically” because they’re full of racism and antisemitism you donut (i dont mean this in a mean way, since it’s most likely you didn’t know)

lol i've gotten so many anons (and this is definitely the nicest one) about harry potter. Do y'all only consume media that is 100% positive media? should I turn on the tellitubbies for you? All literature has under lying themes about the world. You take these themes and discuss them like adults. the good and the bad. This is why we've been breaking down books and practicing our critical reading skills in school since we were 7. yeah you can see threads of racism, and you can also see the huge one of "Racists wizards are trying to take over the world, we need to stop them". I’m not even a huge Harry Potter fan but the way ya'll are treating it like it hast to be H*rry P*tter is RIDICULOUS. We all still read lovecraft when he famously had a cat named the N-word. you can separate the creator from the content ESPECIALLY WHEN THERE ARE MULTI BILLION DOLLAR CORPORATIONS SEPARATING THEM. (like, ya'll realize JK gets a salary, and regardless of weather or not you buy warner brothers merch or the books themselves, she still gets that same number.)

Ya'll are the same people who had your hogwarts houses in you bio in high school anyway. outside of the internet, Everyone still loves Harry Potter. New generations will still be raised on it JUST LIKE YOU WERE. AND YA'LL SEEM TO COME OUT OF IT BEING ABLE TO IDENTIFY RACIST TROPES SO GIVE PEOPLE SOME CREDIT. you really think a little kid reading harry potter is gonna teach them racism or transphobia? go outside jesus fucking christ

It really feels like you just wanna be morally superior to everyone else and if thats the case, you don't care about transphobia or racism, you care about being right. Do some soul searching will ya? taking in unproblematic media doesn't make you better, it just makes you sheltered