#I really loved this set and it was a way to not finish the story

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 22

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, mentions of murder, age gap relationships, underage drinking, and mentions of roughness.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 22: Redemption

August 17th 1998

The house was still, the only sound being the steady drip of water as I lay in the bathtub, sinking deeper into the warmth. I needed this. Needed a moment where my thoughts weren’t drowning me. The steam curled around my face, but it did nothing to clear my mind.

Jey wanted me to move in with him. Jey expected me to move in with him. That was the problem. He didn’t ask. He decided. And I knew better than to think I had much of a choice. But did I really want this?

Damian’s warning was still ringing in my ears, his voice low, dark, edged with something I couldn’t place.

“You need to get out while you still can before you end up in too deep. Unable to walk away.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the thought away. I wasn’t leaving Jey. I loved him. We belonged together. That was the truth. Wasn’t it? Deep down I knew no matter what the truth was, Jey wasn’t letting me leave.

The bath was growing cold when I finally stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel. I dried off quickly, slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. Maybe sleep would silence the war in my head.

Then—

A round of knocks came.

From the front door. My breath stalled. Nobody knocked on our door this late unless it was bad news. Mama was at work. Michael was spending the night with one of his friends. For a second, I didn’t move. My heart slammed against my ribs as I slowly pushed back my covers, creeping toward the door. I didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see who it was. But I forced myself to.

And when I did, my stomach dropped. Damian. His broad frame filled my doorway, and under the dim glow of the porch light, I saw it—blood. So much blood.

I yanked the door open, yanking him inside before anybody saw him. “Damian, what the hell? Why are you covered in blood?”

His chest rose and fell, his jaw tight as he looked down at himself. His white tee was soaked in red, streaks of it smeared along his arms and hands.

I slammed the door shut behind him. “Whose blood is that? Are you hurt?”

My eyes roamed for his head to his feet trying to understand what I was seeing.

His eyes lifted to mine, dark and unreadable. “It’s not mine, Nyeya.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Then whose is it?”

Damian exhaled through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides. “The dude who put his hands on you. The one who pushed you down at the lounge.”

My body went cold. “What? Did you kill him?”

What he was saying wasn’t registering at the moment. Dude was dead and Damian most likely did it. I shook my head trying to come to terms with that.

“I couldn’t let that slide,” he said simply. “He couldn’t live after that..”

The room tilted for a second. I gripped the wall, my head spinning. I knew that’s what happened in the streets but this was different. Damian had killed for me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He did something for me I didn’t ask for, something that couldn't be undone.

But I didn’t feel scared. I should’ve. Instead, I felt something else. Something dangerous. Something I wouldn’t acknowledge.

Instead of telling him to leave, instead of screaming, instead of doing what I knew I should’ve done—I asked, “What do you need me to do?”

He had come here for a reason so any help I could offer was the least I could do.

Damian’s eyes flickered. “ A shower, mami. I gotta wash this off. I can’t drive around like this. I have a change of clothes in the car.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Jey—”

What the hell would Jey think about this? I froze. My thoughts sat on my tongue as I was afraid to say what I knew was true.

“He wouldn’t want me here,” Damian finished. “I know. He won’t know though. This stays between me and you.”

We stared at each other, a thick silence stretching between us. I hated that I wasn’t telling him to go. Hated that I was letting him in. But I couldn’t send him back into the night like this. I wouldn’t let Jey drive through the city like that either.

Wordlessly, I motioned for him to follow me. I led him down the hall, my legs weak beneath me. When we reached my room, I went straight to the bathroom, twisting the shower knob until steam filled the space. I placed clean towels on the sink's countertop.

I turned back just in time to see Damian already pulling his shirt over his head.

I spun around. “Damn, you can’t do that in the bathroom?”

A quiet chuckle left him. “My bad but it ain’t like you ain’t seen it before.”

Now was not the time for this. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the comment. “Where are your keys? I’ll go grab your bag.”

Damian dug into his pocket and tossed them on the bed. Without another word, I slipped out of the room, my nerves burning. What the hell was I doing?

Outside, I moved quickly, popping the trunk and grabbing his backpack. My eyes darted around; paranoid someone would see me near his car. I silently prayed nobody saw anything.

When I got back inside, I hesitated before pushing my bedroom door open. Damian was sitting on my bed, damp from the shower, wearing only a towel around his waist. I gulped as my eyes raked over the tattoos that covered his upper body.

Heat filled my cheeks as I shoved the backpack at him. “Here. Get dressed.”

Damian smirked but said nothing, disappearing back into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples. If Jey ever found out about this… No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. I needed no more shit popping off before my party.

Damian returned fully dressed. An awkward silence settled between us, thick and suffocating. I was the first to break it. “T-Thank you. You didn’t have to do what you did. When I put my hands on him, I accepted the consequences that would come.”

Damian stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “If I didn’t, Jey would have.”

I stiffened. “What?”

“Yea, he had plans to do it himself. But he already got heat on him. I took care of it so he wouldn’t have to,” he paused, his eyes saying something he refused to say aloud. “He gotta be there for your party, right?”

I inhaled sharply, my pulse thundering. What I was feeling from his admission left me speechless.

Damian stepped in front of me, his fingers grazing my chin, tilting it up so I had no choice but to look at him. “I did it for you too, you know. Nobody will harm you if I can stop it, mami.”

My breath hitched. A strange feeling blossomed in my belly as we stared into each other’s eyes.

He didn’t give me time to respond. He bent down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my forehead before pulling back. “I gotta go. I appreciate you, Nye.”

I swallowed; my voice small. “You need anything else before you go?”

Damian’s gaze darkened, his lips parting slightly before he exhaled sharply. His voice was low, almost painful. “You. But Jey already got you.”

My heart cracked open. Something broke inside me. Before I could say anything, before I could let the weight of his words settle between us, Damian made his way down the hall and slipped out the front door, disappearing into the night.

I locked the door behind him and collapsed onto the floor, my back against the wood. For the first time in a long time, I let the tears spill over. Because I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. And that was dangerous place to be.

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August 20th 1998

It was Thursday night, and the soft hum of the fan and the radio fill the room as I took my braids down. The strands of my hair felt lighter without the extra weight, but my thoughts felt heavier. The cell phone Jey gave me started to ring. The vibration rattled against the wooden nightstand, my stomach twisting at the name flashing on the screen.

Jey.

I hesitated before answering. "Yeah?"

Jey had been calling like normal, but I was still on edge. Dread lingered as I didn’t know if one day he would call after someone told them they saw Damian here. I still felt like he had somebody watching me even though I couldn’t prove it.

His voice was smooth, low. "Meet me downstairs in an hour."

I swallowed. "Alright."

The line went dead. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, gripping my knees to keep from falling apart. Does he know?

My mind raced back to Monday night. To Damian standing in my doorway, his white shirt soaked in blood. To the way he kissed my forehead, the way his words still lingered too close to my heart. I push the memory down, forcing myself to move through the motions.

I washed my hair, blow dried it, and styled it into a sleek low bun, the familiar routine kept my hands from shaking. The hour crawled by slower than ever, every second stretching into something unbearable. Then the phone vibrated again. Jey calling back to tell me he was outside.

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The summer air was thick with humidity as I stepped outside, spotting his car parked at the curb. The headlights cut through the darkness, the faint sound of an R&B song drifting through the open windows.

Jey popped the passenger door open for me, watching as I slid in. The second the door shut he leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against my lips. His touch lingered, his grip firm, as if searching for something in me.

I tried not to flinch, wondering what he knew that I didn’t. I couldn’t take him going off on me again unexpectedly. When he pulled back, he looked me in the eyes, his gaze unreadable. For a while, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the soft croon of 112’s "Cupid" playing in the background.

Jey reached into the center console, pulling out a blunt. He lit it, inhaling slow, before blowing the smoke toward the cracked window. Something in me wanted me to open my mouth, confess, ready to take whatever consequences came with it because he was taking too long to get to the point of this late-night pop-up. But Jey eventually started talking.

"Damian told me what you did for him the other night."

My heart stopped. Everything inside me went still. I stared at him, my stomach twisting so tight I thought I might be sick. Damian said he wouldn’t tell. He said it would stay between us.

My throat burned. "Jey, I—"

"Nah." Jey cut in, taking another slow pull before passing me the blunt. His voice was calm. Too calm. "You did good."

My breath hitched in my lungs. "What?"

He had flipped the script on me. I had not been expecting that kind of response.

Jey smirked, his dark eyes flashing with something menacing. "You held it down. I’m proud of you for sticking to the code."

I grip the blunt tighter, my pulse thundering. "Wait. You not mad?"

Jey exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Nah, Damian told me everything. I get it. He’s my brother, I know he wouldn’t cross no boundaries. I trust him."

My stomach flopped. Damian hadn’t told him everything though. Just about Monday. Jey still didn’t know about the past. And for that I was thankful. But why did Damian change his mind? Did he feel guilty? Was this his way of protecting me? Protecting himself?

I took a slow pull from the blunt, needing something to steady myself.

Jey watched me, his fingers lightly grazing my knee. "We throwing a kickback for Damian on Saturday. Just something small to show love for what he did for Prada. And I want you there, right by my side."

I nodded before I even processed what I was agreeing to.

Jey’s voice was softer when he spoke again. "We celebrating you too, you know."

I blinked. "Why?"

He smirked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "For you being down for the cause. Holding me down. Holding my brothers down. Proving you built for this life."

My mouth went dry. I wasn’t built for this. I was just surviving ‘cause it seemed like I had no other options other than to get with it or get run over. Jey reached for me, his fingers curling around the side of my neck, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him.

"I’m really proud of you, baby." His grip tightened slightly. "But don’t do it again."

The warmth from his palm contrasted with the cold warning in his voice. A shiver ran down my spine.

"Next time, it won’t be a celebration." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing mine. "It’ll be a problem, you hear me."

My throat was too tight to swallow. I nodded, because what else could I do? I let him kiss me, let him mark me with his approval, let his hand linger around my neck like a silent reminder of who I belonged to.

When he finally pulled away, he grinned like everything was fine, like he hadn’t just issued a threat wrapped in praise.

"Go inside. Get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow."

I nodded, slipping out of the car, my legs feeling like jelly as I walked up the steps. When I finally made it to my room, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. The radio softly played in the background. Mary J. Blige’s "Not Gon’ Cry."

I swallow, sliding down the side of my bed as the lyrics wrapped around me.

"Well, I'm not gon' cry... I'm not gon' cry... I'm not gon' shed no tears..."

Tears blurred my vision anyway. Because I knew better. I knew I was gonna cry. I knew that no matter how much I told myself otherwise…

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August 21st 1998

The Friday sun hung low in the sky as I followed Kiyah, Nataya, and Natasha into a high-end dress shop downtown. The place smelled like fresh fabric and expensive perfume, racks of shimmering gowns lining the walls like a promise of something magical. The girls were buzzing with excitement, their energy infectious as they flipped through the racks, holding up dresses and twirling in front of the mirrors.

The twins seemed to have patched things up since last Saturday when Natasha found out about Nataya’s pregnancy. They moved like they had before—whispering, laughing, finishing each other’s sentences. Kiyah was in full party mode, pulling dresses off hangers and holding them up against her body with a smirk.

I tried to match their energy, but I felt like I was moving through mud.

Sixteen days.

Sixteen days until my party. Sixteen days until Jey’s carefully curated event, the one he had planned to the smallest detail. A nightclub rented, the Prada Bois all set to be there, an entire night dedicated to celebrating me—Jey’s girl. His Prada Girl.

And yet, standing in the middle of the shop, surrounded by glittering gowns and my friends’ laughter, all I could think about was how life was a trip.

I ran my hands over the delicate fabric of a dress, barely seeing it. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing against it, suffocating me.

"Alright, girl," Kiyah said, tossing a slinky black dress over her arm before turning toward me. "What’s up with you? You been moping since we got in here."

My head snapped up. "I ain’t moping," I said, forcing a small smile.

"Yes, you are," Natasha added, giving me a knowing look. "You’re usually all over this kinda thing, but today, you look like somebody just snatched your puppy."

Nataya studied me quietly, her brows pulling together. "Something on your mind?"

I hesitated, my eyes darting between them. I had been holding so much in—too much. My secrets were piling up like bricks in my chest, threatening to collapse at any moment. I wasn’t sure where to start or if I should even say anything.

The girls already knew Jey could be intense, overbearing. They understood the Prada Bois and the world that came with them, but still, what I had been keeping inside felt bigger than all of us.

Kiyah arched an eyebrow, waiting.

I inhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the fabric in my hands. "Damian handled that dude from the lounge that put his hands on me," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

The weight of those words settled over us like a storm cloud.

Nataya’s face darkened. "What do you mean ‘handled’?" she asked, even though she already knew.

I exhaled. "He’s dead."

Kiyah muttered something under her breath, shaking her head. Natasha, however, just shrugged. "That’s what they do," she said simply.

Nataya turned to her twin, eyes wide. "So, they just… kill people they don’t like?"

"Basically," Natasha said, her tone unreadable.

The store felt too bright, too polished, for the kind of conversation we were having. I felt out of place standing there in the midst of satin and sequins, talking about death like it was just another part of life.

I licked my lips, suddenly feeling the urge to tell them everything. "That ain’t even the worst of it," I murmured.

They all turned to me, their eyes expectant.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "The Prada Bois killed Melo."

Silence.

The only sound was the soft hum of the store’s music playing in the background.

Nataya exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Jimmy already told me," she admitted. "I told Natasha."

"And Jacob told me," Kiyah added. "Once I told him I was his girl, he stopped sugarcoating shit."

Natasha crossed her arms. "I mean, we already kinda knew, but what I don’t get is why." She looked at me, her expression serious. "What kind of disrespect did Melo show?"

My chest felt like it was caving in. I had been holding onto a sliver of hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t been Jey who made that call.

But then Nataya said, "Jimmy told me it was Jey who put out that hit."

It hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn’t react outwardly, but inside, I was falling apart. I had known, deep down, but knowing and hearing it confirmed were two different things. Jey hadn’t just been involved. He had made the decision. He had been the one to call the hit.

I felt sick.

Jey, the same man who had kissed me just last night, who had told me he was proud of me for proving I was built for this life—he had ordered the murder of a man I had once called my friend.

I wanted to throw up.

The girls kept talking, their voices blending together, but I wasn’t really hearing them anymore. I nodded when I was supposed to, made small sounds of agreement, but my mind was elsewhere.

Jey had killed Carmelo even if he hadn't pulled the trigger.

The thought replayed in my mind over and over again, like a scratched-up record. At some point, Kiyah pulled me toward a mirror, holding up a red strapless gown against my body. "This is it," she said, her eyes shining. "This dress is made for the girlfriend of the Head Prada Boi."

The dress was breathtaking—clear gems and beadwork decorating the bodice, the fabric flowing like water down to the floor. It was everything a girl like me should have wanted.

I forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah," I said, my voice hollow. "It’s perfect."

But inside, I knew the truth. No matter how expensive the dress was, no matter how many diamonds Jey wrapped around my wrist, there was no dressing up what I had become.

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August 22nd 1998

Saturday rolled around, and I found myself curled up in my mama’s bed, wrapped in the warmth of her arms like I was a little girl again. The comfort of her embrace, the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the way she gently rubbed my back—it was the only peace I had felt in days. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to exist in this small moment, where nothing outside of these walls could touch me.

My mama’s voice was soft, full of that knowing concern only mothers have. “What’s going on, baby? You been quiet all week.”

I didn’t know how to answer. What could I say? That I had been drowning in my own thoughts? That the man I loved had taken another man’s life like it was nothing? That I had sat in a dress shop the other day pretending to be excited about my birthday while my heart shattered into pieces I wasn’t sure I could ever put back together?

I settled on something safer. “I just needed to be loved on,” I murmured, pressing my face into her shoulder.

She sighed, pulling me closer. “I always got you, baby. Always.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing her in, wishing I could stay like this forever. But reality was waiting for me outside. And it had Jey’s name written all over it.

Later that night, Jey picked me up in his car, and I barely said two words to him as we drove to Tonga’s house. The air between us was thick with unspoken tension. The only sound was the faint hum of the radio and the occasional tap of his fingers against the steering wheel.

He kept glancing over at me, clearly noticing my mood, but he didn’t press me about it. Instead, he tried to lighten the silence, cracking small jokes, reaching over to squeeze my thigh like he always did. I forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

By the time we pulled up to the house, the party was already in full swing. Music blared through the open doors, the bass shaking the pavement. Laughter and conversation mixed with the scent of food and liquor. People were everywhere—sprawled across the porch, huddled in groups, bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with smoke and the low murmur of voices. The Prada Bois were posted up in their usual corners, surrounded by women who hung onto them like ornaments. I spotted Kiyah and Natasha near the drink table, laughing about something, but my gaze kept drifting elsewhere.

I didn’t want to be here.

I didn’t want to be near Jey.

And I definitely didn’t want to see Damian. But my eyes found him anyway.

He was sitting back in a chair, a drink in one hand, and her in the other. Dulce. She was practically draped over him, her manicured fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. She laughed at something he whispered to her, the sound grating against my ears. I shouldn’t have cared. I had no right to care. But something about the way he touched her, the way she looked at him, made something hot and bitter rise in my chest.

Did he treat her like Jey treated me? Did he control her? Did he press his hand around her throat, not as a lover, but as a warning? Did she ever wonder if she was truly free, or if she was just another piece in someone else’s game?

I drowned the thoughts with another drink, tilting my head back and swallowing the burn before it could settle too deep. Before I could think too much.

Jey’s voice cut through the noise, loud and commanding, demanding everyone’s attention. “Ayo! Everybody, listen up!”

The crowd quieted, heads turning. I barely had time to react before I felt Jey’s arm snake around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. I stiffened, the warmth of his grip feeling suffocating, but I forced a small smile as all eyes landed on us.

“We here to celebrate my brother,” Jey continued, nodding toward Damian. “For being a real one, for holdin’ shit down. And also—” his grip on me tightened— “my baby, Nyeya. Who been holdin’ it down like she supposed to.”

A cheer went up, glasses raised, voices blending together in approval. But my ears were ringing. My skin was burning where Jey held me. I barely remembered the rest of the toast. I barely heard whatever else was said. All I knew was that when Jey turned to kiss me, I couldn’t do it. I twisted my head at the last second, his lips barely grazing my cheek.

His grip on my waist tightened. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned and walked away, pushing through the crowd, heading straight for the car. I needed air. I needed out. I barely made it to the driveway before I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist, yanking me back so hard I stumbled.

His eyes were dark, his face shadowed under the glow of the streetlights. “I asked you a question, Nyeya.”

I yanked my arm away. “You killed Melo,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You had him killed.”

Jey’s expression didn’t change. Didn’t falter.

I shoved him, my hands trembling with rage. “Say something!”

He tilted his head, his jaw clenching. Then, finally, he spoke. “Yeah.”

My stomach dropped.

“I did,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “And I don’t regret that shit.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“I told yo’ ass to get over it,” he muttered, turning away like the conversation was over. Like what he had just admitted didn’t change everything.

I grabbed his arm, yanking him back. “Tell me why you would fucking do that, Jey. Huh? Why?”

Jey’s dark eyes bore into mine, something unreadable flickering in their depths. And then he said it.

“Melo died because of you.”

The words shattered something inside me.

Jey took a step closer, his voice dropping into something final. “You shouldn’t have let him have access to you that night at the skating rink. And he thought he could play with what’s mine… in my face.”

A sharp, ugly noise escaped me. Mine. He said it like I was a thing, like I was an object to be possessed.

“So that’s it?” I choked out, my voice rising. “You had him killed because you think I’m a fucking doll on a display?”

Jey’s gaze flickered with something darker. “You let him get too close,” he muttered. “You should’ve known better. This your fault.”

I should’ve known better. A sharp, painful laugh bubbled up in my throat. “So, I guess you’re gonna kill every man that breathes near me, huh? That’s your plan? You gonna take out every person who looks my way?”

Jey didn’t answer.

I shook my head, disgusted. “You so fucking foul. You foul as fuck.”

His face twisted, his anger finally rising. “You wouldn’t even be in this life if it wasn’t for me, Nyeya,” he snapped. “You think you got options? You think you can just walk away from me? I told yo’ ass ain’t no leaving. Get that through your head.”

I swallowed hard, forcing down the fear, forcing myself to stand firm.

Jey’s expression darkened. “You mine,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “The moment you said ya’ lil ass could handle me, you became mine. Ain’t no changing yo’ damn mind now.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist, the one that had once felt like a promise but now felt like a shackle. My hands trembled as I unclasped it, my heart shattering into pieces.

Then, before I could think twice, I ripped it off and threw it at him. Jey caught it with ease, his fingers curling around the metal, his face blank.

“I ain’t for Prada no more,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Jey’s entire body stiffened, his nostrils flaring, his grip on the bracelet tightening like he wanted to crush it.

I turned on my heel, my vision blurred with unshed tears, my chest feeling like it was caving in. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t look back. I wasn’t built for this.

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Writer interview game

Thank you to my pals @arminaa8, @citrusses, @garagepaperback, @houndsinhades, @sorrybutblog, @sweet-s0rr0w, @wholahoop for tagging me - as always i'm deeply late to the party, due to an anxious few weeks/horridly busy work month! so love being tagged in these things though, i appreciate you all and loved reading yours.

how many works do you have on ao3? 69 😏 under tacky and 2 under BrassTacks (the account I set up when I was going to migrate all my fics over to a new name for some reason)

what's your total ao3 word count? 679,422 (nervous laughter) (also this is just the tacky account)

your top 5 stories by kudos? (a clear indication that kudos count means fuck all imo, three of the five of these are very much not my best imo - but which three?!)

If It Takes All Night (E, 11k)

A Lick and a Promise (E, 55k)

Modern Love (E, 62k)

And One To Play (E, 22k)

Through the Window, Clear Skies (M, 1.4k)

do you respond to comments? I used to reply to all, then i fell hugely behind with Modern Love, and then life got exceptionally busy and for ages it was either reply to comments or write new fics. i am currently working my way through comments on my new long fic though - really trying to catch up, albeit slowly.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? People might say my MCD fic Last Offices. I would say The Quiver of a Heartstring.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? First Watch, imo - i think they really had to work for their happy ending, and also it's a double Drarry happy ending

do you write crossovers? I have a rough idea for an F1 crossover based on the Grosjean fiery crash/coming back wrong trope

have you ever received hate on a fic? a few times, that stuff doesn't really bother me though. personal unpleasantnesses are much harder to deal with but luckily don't happen often.

do you write smut? yes i do! it's something i've been actively working on improving, in fact. my most recent fic Standing in the Way is probably my best (though the sex scene at the end of First Watch was the one I found most satisfying in terms of the resolution of the fic)

have you ever had a fic stolen? yes, had a few put on that AI voice-recorded site recently.

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, a few - always a great honour as i see translation as an art in itself

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! and it was very fun. Body Electric with @shealwaysreads and the Dreaming Skies Dronarry fics with @sweet-s0rr0w

what's your all-time favorite ship? look i've been reading drarry since around 2002 so...

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Dudley with a magical baby/forced marriage/drarry on the run after Muggles find out about magic. MoD Harry who keeps dying but not for good having to go retrieve Draco from death. Draco going through the Veil to get Sirius back. Vicar Harry that I started years ago and would probably need a full rewrite. Caravan park worker Draco in a holiday camp in France. Seer Ron. I have lots. Though I do hope to finish them at some point!

what are your writing strengths? probably immediacy of emotions/ a strong visual style?

what are your writing weaknesses? sloppiness, sameiness, trying to be concise but just making it dull. getting discouraged at never being as good as the writers i really admire.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i... don't really have many? if someone in the story speaks a foreign language and doesn't speak english then I'd find a native speaker to help me translate their dialogue. I would never write an accent/dialect phonetically a la JKR though (RIP Fleur and Hagrid, you deserved better)

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? F1!! I have two WIPs, a Maxiel non-racing AU where Daniel owns an organic farm shop and Max is a finance bro who makes friends with him and joins his 11-a-side amateur footie team and they hook up on a stag do while dressed as mariokart characters, and a Galex fic with Vicar!George.

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? First Watch! I think it's a really good fic (relative to my writing i mean), it does exactly what i hoped it would, and the people who like it seem to really genuinely love it, which is the best feeling. Also I do love the Voldemort-Wins trope and we don't have a huge amount in Drarry so I'm happy I wrote one.

Since I'm so late I'm not sure who's done this already (will try a few F1 pals too in case this hasn't reached you yet) @beloved-child-of-the-house @boxboxlewis @disarmd @elskanellis @epitomereally @faiell @kendra-vendetta @maesterchill @magicalrocketships @powerful-owl @saxamophone @skeptiquewrites

[the-fyre-flie]

So... people hating on Justice League × RWBY, the two cross-over movies for DC and RWBY, has to be blown out of proportions or a joke... right? Cuz these movies are great. At least, in my opinion. They're fun and a bit stupid and incredibly entertaining for me, who's a fan of both DC (my current biggest fixation) and RWBY (my friend likes it so I must like it too) (Link to the movies at the bottom btw!)

Sure, I'll relent they're a little boring at times, and they completely butcher both DC and RWBY characters sometimes, but like... I finished watching a review by The Judgemental Critter (who I love btw and I think their opinions are pretty agreeable most of the time! No hate to them at all!) but a lot of the points just... don't make sense to me?

More Yappage Below

The animation and models being bad was said a lot, and while I can agree in some places like Weiss' weird skirt, saying the hands and faces look weird just... doesn't feel right? They look fine to me? I'm a 3D artist, I make thumbnails and promotional art for youtubers as a job and animate as a hobby, and the models look more than okay. The proportions are a bit wonky, but RWBYs animation has always been wonky. Calling the lowered framerate lazy and ugly also bugged me, cuz like... lowering the framerate to showcase sudden motions or lame actions is REALLY common. It isn't lazy, it's saving resources for moments you care about... like the fights. RWBY and DC both love their big flashy fights. Why would they waste time animating Blake picking a lock? RWBY itself is 90% fightscenes, so on top of that, why are you against big drawn-out fights?

I do agree that some of the designs suck specifically the heroes... I really really hate Bruce's Remnant costume being all black and gray. It's a personal pet peeve of mine when Batman isn't allowed color because I feel like it's antithetical to his entire character if he's all dark. Bruce needs to have some color, some light, or else he risks slipping right into the darkness that is Gotham. The same reason Robin is so brightly colored. It represents his hope for the city. So seeing all black/grey Batman with no color AND no cowl shape language bugged me. Anyways, here's my redesign, lol. Includes real bat ears, a half mask, and blue and yellow splashes! Nothing major!

The way they didn't really include Cyborg, Vixen, or Flash in the story for 70% of it bugged me too, but trying to say the Teen Titans would be better irked me slightly Sure, they might relate better as teens, but a major part of the story's conflict is Ruby being young and struggling to control her team because it's easy for people to overlook her or ignore what she has to say while Clark feels all that confidance from normally being an adult dude running an adult team. The JL being adults turned into teens puts them into a unique position where, unlike with the Teen Titans or Young Justice back home, they they have no real power or leverage over RWBY or JNPR. This is a conflict for both sets of people, and simply wanting "better character moments" feels like a cheap way to just nitpick. Especially when you also claim you dislike how much standing around and exposition there is. If Raven of all people showed up to brood, she would have to explain why she's so broody, which is just more loredumps you stated you didn't like. The movies over explaining of Semblance and Dust would have been way worse they were also forced to explain every DC heros past. This movie is very clearly targeting DC fans who have some knowledge on RWBY but are not super into the series. Note how the movies never once explain Batman, Superman, Vixen, Flash, or Cyborgs powers, and the time they spent vaugly talking about Wonder Womans it's turned into a trauma dump between Blake and Diana? They expect you to already know their stories. They way Clark and Bruce talk about their parents but not his planet is simplified down for RWBY fans because DC fans are expected to know this stuff.

On that note... Bruce was never debating leaving Gotham behind. It's pretty obvious in the movies. When Weiss offers for him to stay, he never responded. When Diana brought it up to him, his top priority is helping more, but he doesn't specify if he means Remnant or Gotham. As dumb as someone might think "they've been turned into teens" is as a point, it's very much an important plot point for Bruce. When he was a teen, he was the only man of the Wayne household, training to be Batman, still dealing with his grief over his parents. He truly never got to be a real teen. This is also the first time he's had real actual powers (at least in this very messy canon), and it's important to him, and it's clouding some of his judgment as a teen. But him liking having powers is not him willing to ditch Gotham. As soon as he was back on Earth, he was in Gotham, helping. There was never a debate. It was him dealing with the fact that he felt inferior. Literally, it's hormones and anxiety about not doing enough as Batman without powers. Is it a little goofy that Batman is insecure? Yes. Is it him abandoning his code? No.

Tho I do hate how he pretends his father literally didn't become batman in an alternate reality. Like Come on Bruce, Thomas was willing to throw down the same way you are, you did not "let go of their expectations".

More Bruce rant, his Semblance is very clearly not heat vision. It's Detective Vision (as named by the wiki). In the first showcase of his Semblance, he's not seeing the heat off Weiss or the electrical wire. It's noting the most important features of the room and how to escape. This is showcased more in the fight with Kilg%re!Barry, where his Semblance specifically notes the Morse Code and translated it. It's just super investigation powers. Which is lame... but it's not heat vision. I felt like I had to correct that.

I'd like to end this rant here even tho I said a lot more in dms to my friend... I feel bad just... 'responding' to someone who will never see it or care about my opinions. I really do like Judgmentals judgments (lol) 90% of the time, but I also feel really passionately about these particular movies, seeing as it combine me and my friends' two favorite things. It feels very close to home in a way, I guess. I hope people go and watch the movies and enjoy them!

I've linked both parts here to Internet Archive! The rips are a little weird in quality (very dark for some reason?) But they are the full movies!

Part 1

Part 2

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NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 5198

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit Jayden just leave me alone,"

"I told you no nigga can deal with a girl like yourself,"

"So delusional thinking that nigga Jey will love you he'll just leave you like I did so come back to me,"

"You belong to me and you know it,"

OMNISCIENT Desiree was busy at her second job in the tattoo shop, bringing her unique designs to life on her client. Since relocating to Atlanta with Jey, she has poured her heart into her tattoo artistry. Despite receiving unsettling messages from Jayden about some bizarre issues, she remains resolute, choosing to concentrate on the positive aspects of her life and work.

As she wrapped up her work with a client, she noticed a car arriving at the job site. It was Jey, coming to visit her. Glancing at her phone, she saw it was her lunch break, but she was determined to complete her client's tattoo first. And that’s exactly what she focused on.

As he opened the door, the bell chimed, revealing his stunning girlfriend, who was putting the finishing touches on a tattoo. He had brought lunch for both of them, a thoughtful gesture to brighten their day. He approached the receptionist and mentioned he was there for Desiree. With a nod, she directed him to the back, where the lunchroom awaited.

Desiree completed the tattoo, adding a few final touches before revealing it to her client. As they looked in the mirror, their faces lit up with joy.

"This tattoo design is sick honestly I appreciate you," The man said as Desiree began putting the saniderm bandage around his tattoo.

"Remember to let your tattoo heal for four days and then wash it okay?" Desiree instructed as the man nodded his head giving her a good tip.

She added the tip money to the jar she had created when she began her job here. Just then, Kaylee approached her and said, "Girl, you're an amazing tattoo artist! Why aren't you working here full time?"

"Well imma be traveling a lot with my boyfriend so I won't be here for a minute until he gets days off to be here at home," Kaylee nodded her head understanding her situation.

"Is he good to you if not imma beat his ass," Desiree chuckled at Kaylee as her eyes averted towards Jey's direction who was scrolling through his phone waiting for her to come. "Kaylee I assure you he's a good man,"

Kaylee raised her hands in a protective gesture, nodding her head as she allowed Desiree to approach her man, who stood there waiting patiently. He could hear her footsteps approaching, having noticed her making her way toward him and positioning herself between his legs.

He set his phone aside on the table, taking a moment to admire her beauty. In a playful move, he scooped her up, eliciting a delightful giggle from her just before he settled her onto his lap.

"Hey, daddy's little angel. Took you long enough," Jey said as Desiree rolled her eyes at him.

"Well, since I'm going to be traveling with Mr Fatu for a while I might as well make some money," she responded.

Jey chuckled at her response, "Mamas, you know I gotchu covered you don't gotta do allat," Desiree understood that he intended to pamper her and shower her with gifts, but she felt uneasy about him spending his money on her. What she truly desired was the independence that came with having her own finances, allowing her to take care of her own needs and expenses.

A little independence didn't hurt.

"Let me be independent Papa," she formed a pout on her face with her arms crossed.

"I'm letting you be independent baby, I'm just letting you know that I gotchu aight?" he said softly while placing a kiss on her knuckles.

Desiree beamed at him, feeling a warmth she had never known in her previous relationships. Jey's love for her was profound and unconditional, embracing her true self without any judgment. It was a refreshing experience, one that made her realize how deeply she was cherished.

She certainly has her imperfections, which she openly accepts, but he never judges her for them. In fact, he remains unfazed even when she misinterprets or overreacts to situations; he consistently finds a way to resolve any issues that arise.

Even if that means to dick her down he's happily to do so.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree had just finished her lunch and was enjoying her break by scrolling through social media. She took the opportunity to share some of her recent designs on her story. As she was engaged in this, she suddenly heard Kaylee calling her name, which piqued her interest. She quickly rose from her chair and made her way to the front.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted Jayden standing there, a smirk playing on his lips. Kaylee could feel the palpable tension in the air, prompting her to discreetly approach Desiree. With a can of pepper spray hidden in her hands, she quietly passed it to her, readying them both for whatever might unfold.

"What the fuck are you doing here Jayden? Don't you get tired of chasing me around?" Desiree said seeing him shake his head.

"Nah, I don't get tired babygirl. I just know you belong to me and you know it," he said as Desiree scoffed at his confidence.

"Last time I check you wasn't my nigga anymore," and she was right Jayden wasn't her nigga anymore ever since she left him for good that night after putting his hands on her.

Jayden uncrossed his arms, arching an eyebrow at her. She met his gaze, her face a mask of confusion. Did she stutter? What was it about her words that left him looking so astonished? "You being bold as fuck now I see, hm. It's because of that bitch ass nigga you with talking reckless to me,"

Desiree realized she couldn't afford to waste any more time on trivial conversations. Her lunch break was over, and she needed to return to work, especially after he had monopolized her time with meaningless chatter.

As she was about to pass him, he seized her arm, and she shot him a warning glance, silently urging him to release her.

Why does her past keep coming back?

"Let me go, I don't have to deal with your bullshit today.  Just leave me alone," Desiree exclaimed while attempting to pull her arm free from his grasp, but her efforts only resulted in him tightening his hold, making her wince in pain.

"You're so delusional you know? Just delusional thinking that nigga Jey will love you he'll just leave you just like I did so come back to me," This man was utterly delusional to believe she would endure everything he put her through. Kaylee stood by, observing the entire scene unfold, feeling uncertain about how to respond.

"He does love me unlike you," Jayden cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he noticed the fear reflected in her eyes. "You listen to me and you listen to me good bitch I want you to call it quits with that lame ass nigga or else imma have to kill him you hear me?"

Desiree found herself torn. She was beginning to fall for Jey, especially after he invited her to join him on his travels, offering an escape from her current troubles. However, the thought of Jayden's unpredictable and dangerous nature left her feeling uncertain about what path to take.

"Do you fucking hear me Desi?" Jayden held her face firmly, prompting her to slowly nod in response.

He stepped back with a satisfied grin as Kaylee approached, gently taking her away from him.

"Once you do that come holla at me, but until then you better do what I just said cuz no nigga can deal with a girl like yourself but I'll see you then baby," Desiree broke down in tears and fell to her knees as soon as he exited the shop, with Kaylee by her side, offering her comfort.

 She despised this situation; it was driving her to the brink of madness. How could she ever explain to Jey that she needed to end their relationship for his own safety?

Why was he returning to torment her once more? All she desired was to move forward and rediscover her happiness, yet deep down, she had a feeling this would occur.

Kaylee patted her on her back comforting her as she began to say something, "you aren't going to break up with Jey right? Don't listen to him Desiree," she said as Desiree looks at her with her eyes being puffy.

"I-I don't know what to do Kaylee, Josh has been nothing but a good man something rare that no other woman like myself can't find ever again...I'm lost..." Desiree said while feeling more tears coming down her face.

"You need to talk to him as soon as you get off of work okay? He deserves to know," Kaylee was correct; Jey had a right to the truth. However, given Desiree's nature, revealing that truth was bound to be a challenge for her.

Desiree returned home from work to find Jey lounging on the couch, a blunt he had rolled resting between his fingers. His eyes, low and red, lit up with a smile as they met hers. Rising from the couch, he approached her, wrapping his arm around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

He was taken aback by her lack of response, as she typically reacted to his kisses with enthusiasm. Her energy felt different this time, especially as she brushed past him with a subtle shove and headed into the kitchen.

This wasn't her at all.

He took a few puffs from the blunt before setting it down on the tray and heading into the kitchen to check on Desiree, curious about the attitude she was displaying.

As she took a sip of her drink, her gaze fell on Jey approaching her, and she couldn't help but admit he looked irresistibly alluring in his high state. His red, heavy-lidded eyes ignited a spark within her, but she questioned how long she could maintain her composure under his intense stare.

As she attempted to step away from him, he cornered her against the counter, locking his gaze onto hers while she deliberately averted her eyes.

"What's goin' on with you mama?" Jey questioned her.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just tired from work that's all," she said lying through her damn teeth.

Jey wasn't buying this whole act knowing that something was wrong with her he just wanted her to spill it out before he had to fuck it out of her.

"Nah, I'm not believing that shit Desiree what happened?" Desiree sighed in exasperation, shoving him aside as she strode past, clearly unwilling to engage with the situation.

He seized her by the throat just before she could ascend the stairs, drawing her nearer to him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, revealing a mix of anger and desire. Though frustration simmered within him, the haze of his high blurred the lines between rage and lust, especially since they hadn’t been together since lunch.

She could feel his stiff member brushing up against him smelling that intoxicating scent of his that drew her in more for him, "Desiree imma ask yo' ass one last time and if yo' ass don't answer me imma fuck it out of you; you understand me?" He whispered in her ear as she nodded her head sighing.

"What happened?"

"We have to break up," she blurted out seeing his eyes widen but also confused. "Hollon the fuck you mean by that Desiree? Don't fucking play with me," Desiree knew that this was how he was going to react if she told him.

"Like I said we need to break up," Jey let go of her as they stood there in silence she had seen him rubbing his hands over his face this was only for his safety.

"Nah, you pranking me Desi. This gotta be some type of joke are you deadass right now?" Desiree shook her head she was serious about breaking up with him but she didn't want to though.

He appeared to shatter into pieces the moment she made her announcement, yet he was determined to conceal that vulnerability. Without uttering another word, he brushed past her, snatching his keys in silence.

He forcefully closed the door behind him, leaving Desiree isolated, tears streaming down her face as the weight of her mistakes crashed over her. Overwhelmed and unsure of her next move, she took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers, reached for her phone to call Bianca.

OTP Desi🫶🏽: B? Binky💗: Desi what's wrong did something happen? Desi🫶🏽: I fucked up B, like really bad he's gone Binky💗: wait a minute Desi slow down what happened what you mean he gone? Desi🫶🏽: I-I broke up with Jey Binky💗: WHAT? WHY? DESI WHAT HAPPENED Desi🫶🏽: Jayden came up to my job threatening to harm him if I didn't break up with him I was scared B I-I didn't know what to do... Binky💗: Desi....you could've just talked to him instead of saying allat so what after you told him that where did he go? Desi🫶🏽: I-I don't know...he just grabbed his keys and left Binky💗: Desiree you're letting Jayden take control over you Desi🫶🏽: ik it was stupid...but I was scared...Bianca... Binky💗: I understand that but you should've told him from the jump as soon as you came home Desi that man loves you to death he's getting you out your shell that you've been holding on since forever and now you gotta fix the problem D Desi🫶🏽: I'm so dumb for letting Jayden take control over me... Binky💗: hang up the phone and call Jey to see where he's at okay? He probably didn't go far. Desi🫶🏽: okay... Binky💗: just text me aight? Love you Desi🫶🏽: love you too

CALLED ENDED

Upon finishing her conversation with Bianca, she quickly called Jey, pressing the phone to her ear as the ringing echoed in the room. She paced anxiously around the kitchen, her heart racing with hope that he would answer, and to her relief, he did.

OTP Desiree🦋: Joshua? Joshua💵: what you want Desiree? Desiree🦋: where are you? Joshua💵: I'm over at Trin and Jon's house why? Desiree🦋: can you come home please let me explain... Joshua💵: now you want me to come home after saying you want to break up with me? Desiree🦋: please I'm begging...I didn't mean it... Joshua💵: if you didn't mean it then why did it come out from yo' lips then? Desiree🦋: can I explain it to you in person please Joshua... Joshua💵: aight I'll be there in a few minutes Desiree🦋: okay... Joshua💵: aight

CALLED ENDED

Desiree anxiously ran her fingers through her hair, wishing he would return home rather than spending time with Trin and Jon. She longed for the chance to explain herself.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree lay on the couch, anxiously awaiting Jey's return. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and with each passing moment, her hope dwindled. It felt as if she had lost the one person who loved her more deeply than anyone else ever could. Tears streamed down her face, leaving her eyes puffy and swollen. Finally, she mustered the strength to rise from the couch and began to turn off the lights in the living room, a silent acknowledgment of her heartache.

As she prepared to set down his ashtray, the booming music from outside caught her attention, announcing Jey's arrival. She longed to feel the thrill of his return, yet a wave of anxiety and fear washed over her, leaving her in a state of uncertainty.

She saw her phone light up seeing a message from him popping up in her screen.

Joshua💵 sent a message

Joshua💵: c'mere and put a jacket on it's kinda cold out here

She picked up her jacket from the couch and stepped outside, noticing his black Chevy parked in the driveway. As she approached the passenger door, he opened it for her, and she caught a whiff of the distinct scent of weed wafting from inside the car.

As she slid into the car, she caught sight of him lighting up another blunt and setting it down in the ashtray. After shutting the door, Desiree nervously played with her fingers, a detail Jey noticed but chose not to comment on.

Desiree noticed him unfastening his seat belt as he pressed the button on the side of his seat, lowering it slightly and inviting her to join him on his lap.

She gracefully made her way to him, settling onto his lap as his hand rested gently on her hips.

"So what's up? What was all of that about?"

She avoided looking at him, "I-I was scared..." she said trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Scared of what Desiree? You think I was going to cheat on you?" Jey asked as Desiree shook her head leaving him to sigh deeply out of irritation. "Then what? You ain't explaining anything to me Desiree," she could hear the irritation in his voice which gave her flashbacks of when Jayden use to be like this it was making her heart race.

The sudden silence caught him off guard; she had been the one pleading for his return to share her side, yet now she offered no words at all.

"Desiree, we can end this conversation now and go our separate way," No that's not what she wanted at all she was truly happy with Jey like really happy with him she could feel herself getting emotional but tried to hold it together.

"N-no...I want you to stay...Josh..." Desiree spoke gently, her emotions slipping away like sand through her fingers, as a tear made its way down her cheek, clearly visible to anyone who looked.

She was making a grave mistake by allowing Jayden to manipulate her like this; she was on the verge of losing the love of her life because of him. The moment Jey heard her quietly sobbing, he realized that something was seriously amiss.

He sat upright holding her waist pulling her closer to him as their foreheads touched each other hearing her soft voice trembling, "I-I didn't m-mean it...I-I was fucking s-scared...of what he could do..." more tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"I'm so fucking stupid to let him have this control over me...I don't wanna lose you Joshua..."

She broke down in tears crying onto his chest as he strokes her hair, "Desiree, calm down. Look at me," she gazed up into his eyes as he looked inside of her puffy ones. "What happened?"

Desiree then revealed the troubling events that unfolded at work during his absence. She shared that Jayden had issued a chilling threat, claiming he would kill her if she didn’t end their relationship. This was the reason for her erratic behavior when she entered the house.

"Desiree, you know I can whoop his ass until he's bleeding right? I don't care if he has a gun or not he's still a bitch in my eyes," Jey said. "But you still could've told me when you walked into the house instead of acting out like that especially when I'm high as hell and see yo' pretty ass face coming in just made me horny,"

Desiree sniffed her nose before Jey could wipe her tears away from her face, "Just tell me next time aight? You know imma protect you fuck what he's talking about, he isn't goin to take me away from you or you away from me you hear me?" Desiree tilted her head, her gaze fixed on his deep, crimson eyes.

Jey ignited the blunt and brought it to his lips, savoring a few puffs before exhaling upward to avoid blowing smoke in Desiree's face. With each subtle shift, she could feel his body pressing against hers, heightening the tension between them.

The glow of the lighter illuminated his face, and as he held a blunt between his lips, she couldn't help but be drawn in. The enticing aroma of weed wafted through the car, wrapping around her senses and already beginning to take hold of her.

His hand slithered down from her hips to her butt giving it a squeeze causing her to clench her pussy every single time she felt an electric shock coming down her pussy, he placed the blunt down in his ash tray and started planting kisses on her chest to her neck.

Desiree threw her head back in pleasure letting him do whatever he wanted to her that's when she felt him sucking on her neck while unzipping her hoodie to take it off admire her c cup breast.

He massaged her breast with both of his hands before pulling down her straps to her shirt letting her breast pop out, Jey swirled his tongue around her nipples causing her to jolt at the feeling.

Jey was taking his time with Desiree he wasn't in no rush to fuck her brains out he wanted her to be extra wet for him while he gave her his deep slow, strokes.

Soaking wet at that which she probably was at this moment.

Jey sucked on her nipples pulling them back as they could hear a "pop" coming out from his lips before sliding down his sweats along with his PSD boxers, his long, meaty, dick hit Desiree in her butt.

He had given her hickies all over her breast and neck area he let her sit up for a second to pull down her shorts leaving her in her panties, Jey could feel how soaking wet she was for him and only him.

He had pulled her panties to the side as he began to align himself into her entrance Desiree immediately sank down on it letting out a slight gasp escape her lips.

Desiree moved her hips up and down as she rode Jey while holding onto his shoulders for moral support his hands were on her ass cheeks guiding her movements as she moaned his name softly, he pressed his lips on hers as they began kissing passionately feeling their tongues fighting for dominance.

All of her wetness was coated up on his dick nicely while her pussy gripped him well like a sucking machine, bouncing up and down on him with his dick buried deep inside of her.

He tugged onto her bottom lip pulling it back before going back into the kiss he gave her ass a smack causing her to whine as she began to roll her hips around his cock.

They pulled away from each other as Desiree looked into his eyes he looked so sexy being high off of weed just made her even more wetter.

"Hmm, this pussy so wet for me mama. I'll die for this pussy any day baby," Jey grunted while gripping onto both of her ass cheeks thrusting his hips forward in a fast but steady manner.

Desiree dig her nails into his shoulders which caused him to hiss but he didn't mind it at all he was to busy fucking her.

"T-too m-much..." she whimpered softly.

"Too much baby? You gon' take this dick like a good girl  for me," His strokes became faster and deeper as Desiree wrapped her arms around his neck holding him tightly.

He was balls deep inside of her gushy cunt fucking her senselessly when all they could hear was their skins slapping up against each other in the car.

"D-daddyyy," hearing her moaning out his name was music to his ears planting nothing but tender kisses on her cheek and shoulders.

Whispering vulgar words into her ear.

Her pussy kept gripping onto him feeling herself clenching around him hiding her face in his neck but he wasn't having that he wanted to see how good he was fucking her.

He yanked her hair back causing her to yelp at the sensation looking into his eyes yet again never breaking contact seeing a smirk appeared on his face, "that's right lemme' see how good I'm fucking you baby," he growled as he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head.

She didn't even respond knowing that his dick was making her go dumb and couldn't even form any words  or symbols at that, he latched his lips onto her breast yet again swirling his tongue around the nipple

The car windows were fogging up due to the air thickening around them feeling the car shake due to his rough pounding that he was giving her.

"Daddy, oh my godd. I'm finna cummm," Desiree whined as she felt a knot forming around in her stomach.

"You finna nut on daddy huh? Make a mess on me mamas gimme' that shit," He demanded taking her to the oblivion.

Her lips parted open as his thrust became more intense beating her pussy in while Desiree was trying to hold out but couldn't.

She let go as her orgasm left her in complete shock coating up his dick with all of her milky cream letting out a cry as he watched her do it, sounds of her sticky substance could be heard throughout his thrust.

Desiree felt defeated as Jey let go of her hair letting her head fall onto his chest while he continued to chase his high thrusting in and out of her now sensitive cunt.

She was whimpering softly in his ear begging him to slow down due to her having an intense orgasm just seconds ago but he didn't listen to her pummeling her inner walls out.

Her mind was foggy and distorted while his dick chew her the fuck out Desiree knew that she was never going to leave this man especially if that means his life is on the line that didn't matter to him, she only matters to him.

His strokes became sloppier and sloppier giving her each and every stroke that he was giving her while biting the bottom of his lip.

He was losing himself in her almost drowning at the point as he felt his dick twitch inside of her signaling that he was about to empty his nut all in her.

"You love me baby?" He breathed out, "huh? You love daddy?" He moaned out as she enough strength to throw her ass in circles helping him chase his nut.

"Yess, Daddy. I fucking love you...ouuu I love you so much..." she cried out attempting to match his movements.

The head of his dick was gliding through her cervix so well it was having Desiree in a daze, his dick began twitching again. "Ohh I'm about to nut, lemme' empty all of my nut inside of you princess,"

She slammed down in his one last time as she felt his warm seeds filling her inner walls up hearing him leave out a guttural moan escape his lips while she slowly moved her hips up and down on his shaft causing him to jolt a bit due to the tip of his dick being sensitive.

They stayed in this position for a moment to catch their breath gazing lazily through each other's eyes as Jey placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Jey circled around her, gently calming her trembling form with soft, lingering kisses on her neck before he finally spoke.

"You need to let me know when things like this happen mama," Jey said softly.

"I know I should've talk to you instead of acting like that, I'm sorry I was just scared," she said.

"It's all good mama, you know I'm here to be there for you, love on you and give you the reassurance that you need," what he said made her heart flutter into butterflies.

She nodded her head placing a soft kiss on his lips as she chuckled at her cuteness.

"C'mon let's head in the house and take a shower together,"

As they enjoyed a cozy moment post-shower, Desiree and Jey nestled together in bed, with her comfortably resting on his chest while they watched a movie. Just then, Desiree's phone began to ring, and she noticed Jey reaching out to grab it for her.

As she glanced at the caller ID, her expression went blank upon seeing Jayden's name appear. She believed she had blocked him, but instead of answering, she switched off her phone. However, when it rang again, worry began to creep in for Jey.

"Who's calling you mama?" Jey asked.

Desiree noticed the shift in Jey's facial expressions as she held out her phone. With a bold move, he snatched it from her hand to answer the call. She couldn't help but admire his confidence. Sitting up, she focused on him as he engaged in conversation with Jayden.

She was listening into their conversation.

OTP Jayden🖕🏽: did you do what I asked you to do? Joshua💵: Hell nah she didn't Jayden🖕🏽: the fuck? Where the fuck is Desiree Joshua💵: she's sleeping right now why are you blowing up her phone for ? Jayden🖕🏽: nigga fuck you ion gotta explain shit to yo' goofy ass Joshua💵: goofy? Mane the only one who's acting goofy over here is yo' stupid ass messing with my girl Jayden🖕🏽: yo' girl? She was mine before you even came in the picture Joshua💵: at least she with someone who cares about her unlike yo' ass tryna break us up and shi Jayden🖕🏽: apparently you wanna be dead then Joshua💵: you funny as fuck fr thinking I'm scared of that damn gun you got only makes you a bitch in my eyes and she not leaving me Jayden🖕🏽: she is because she's mine been mine forever just because she left don't mean shi Joshua💵: you must be a dumbass huh? Lemme remind yo stupid ass Desiree belong to me she's my girl and I'm the one who been piping her down unlike you so yo' ass might wanna trend lightly. Jayden🖕🏽: yk what fuck you when I catch you slipping I will kill you right on the spot. Joshua💵: mmcht yeah we will see about that

CALLED ENDED

Desiree listened as his footsteps approached from the hallway. He entered the room, handed her the phone, and then climbed into bed beside her.

She could sense his energy was off, clearly irritated by her ex-boyfriend. To ease the tension, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his gaze shifted away. Gently, she began to place soft kisses on his neck, hoping to calm his frayed nerves.

His hands rested on her hips, slipping inside her shorts to grasp both of her curves firmly. She cupped his face with her delicate hands, pressing her lips against his in a series of soft kisses, while he looked up at her with his half-closed eyes, holding her in a captivating gaze.

"What'chu doing mamas?" He inquired gently, his voice resonating with a deep, piercing quality.

"You seemed irritated baby, I'm just trying to soothing your nerves, that's all." She said earning a smile from him.

He pressed his lips against hers again, gently pushing her back onto the bed as he intertwined their fingers together.

"You so good to me baby, really good to me,"

"I know I am only for you though,"

Jey laughed softly at her words, and they lost themselves in a fervent kiss that lasted throughout the night. Desiree felt a deep certainty that Jey was the one for her. This time, she refused to let her thoughts spiral into negativity as they had in the past; she felt secure and cherished in his presence.

He's the one for me

He loves me for who I am doesn't even judge me

He'll protect me from anything and anyone

NOVACANE

A/n: Jayden better trend lightly when it comes to Jey because he don't play about Desiree his baby girl.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[fangdokja]

ANNOUNCEMENTS (especially for horror + psychological readers)

Good news, everyone. 😊 I'm officially not mind blocked anymore with horror + erotic horror + psychological + thriller content.

Yeyy. I'm officially back to writing my stories for the actual yandere long-form content. Still extremely BUSY, but at least I'm not mind blocked anymore. I will still be incorporating dark humor content like my recent posts in other future stories. But just informing you all about the good news, since I know a number of you are waiting for actual horror content.

I have an upcoming explicit erotic horror story for Yandere! Author in "Whispers In The Dark" this Valentines Day entitled:

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

But I'm currently writing for long-form horror novellas. Not sure, but hopefully I'll be able to post a new chapter next week. Surprise though on what it is, because I always write and jump from one story to another.

Also we're approaching 2k followers, and I haven't posted my 1k special wahh. Sorry. Actually, I saw the results.

Actually, if you look here, you'll notice that I've always had the Yandere! Reverse Harem in "A Heart Devoured" ever since way before a lot of novellas:

It's been in my drafts the longest, because there's a lot of things to edit. I wrote a lot, literally Parts 1-4 serving as the intro arc. And I know it's good. But I've been debating for the past time if I should just restart everything due to how many edits that need to be done. I've also improved a lot from before. So... yeah. I decided, I'll restart instead and make it even more horrifying :)) Sorry it's taking a while. Thought I could finish it, but I know I could do better so yeah.

Me to my writing: Get that shiz out of here. *horrified author noises*

This is just a preview of how my writing looks before most edits and formatting. Yes. I write like one would write paragraphs and run-on sentences. It's what I do in research as well. Anyways, I know I could do better, so I'm going to restart from scratch. Also those descriptions are horrifying in a "seriously use your thesaurus, dude. did you seriously use the term 'biggest'." *slaps self*

Anyways, I'm also shocked with how many people are reading my stories. And if you read everything, how...? I appreciate it, but man so committed. haha. Thank you though to all you, Readers. Also low-key don't know if I'm doing well. I'm literally just here to write and improve my skills lol.

For those who wanted the incest harem, I've actually been writing this upcoming story in "Forbidden Fruits". I'm about 40% done with the first part of the novella to set up the lore of the story:

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Grandfather, Father, Older Brother, Twin Brother

Thank you everyone for being so patient with me. I really appreciate how committed and understanding you all are huuuu. Really.

Also, I guess everyday is a surprise to most of you all considering my schedule is basically making me write and post whatever the fudge I want. Regardless, I'm happy to welcome all you new Readers, and to all my veteran Readers, thank you for all the patience thus far.

And to everyone? Thank you. I'm honestly happy with just writing and sharing. The fact you're all kind enough to do more, well I have no words to express my gratitude to you all. Whether you're a lurker or love to comment, please continue to enjoy and relax in this LIBRARY.

Also, I made a new masterlist to give you all recommendations based on what type of yandere you like, or what kind of plot you want.

[housekonig]

Queen Maxima-Edwina's Sapphire Wedding Parure

(I HAD to try @royaltysimblr's new set! It's gorgeous!!!)

Queen Maxima Edwina (not pictured here) was the consort to HM King Richard II of Vernick. Married in 183x, Queen Maxima's in-laws commissioned the set from the royal jeweler as a gift to their new daughter-in-law. Unfortunately, it would be nearly 50 years before Queen Estephany would wear and popularize the set. War and international division rendered tiaras and the likes "poor taste due to the strife," a historian would later write.

The parure was a favorite of Queen Estephany, Queen Maxima's grandson's consort, and after popularizing the set, future queens and duchesses would wear it on and after their wedding day. See the tiara throughout the years below (images have descriptions and character info).

[childofthestone]

not to be an insane girl but dragon age is literally part of who i am as a person and it is such a weird feeling to know that its ended. and on such an unsatisfying note.

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

I'm starting Mission to Zyxx Season 5 now, and I have feelings about that.

First, it generally scares me when people hype anything up at all because there is no guarantee that anyone values the exact same thing I do to the same degree. Even if I trust the creators of a thing to value something and try to do right by it, that doesn't always necessarily mean it will be successful, especially if that involves doing something wildly different than what made it good in the first place (I have been burned this way before). I guess I'm just hoping they continue the format of goofy improv shenanigans for the majority of it with something more planned and emotional in the finale if they want, like they've been doing all along. I'd think they would, and I've heard nothing bad about the ending, but I guess it still makes me nervous because I'm so close to the end and I want it so badly to stick the landing. I'm setting my expectations on the floor so I can be surprised instead of disappointed, but honestly, I don't need it to be better, I just need it to be on par with the rest.

Second, and more briefly, I'm happy it's (hopefully) ending before it has a chance to decline. I am so on board with that philosophy. But on the other hand, finishing a thing that I really, really like and knowing there's not another one out there gives me a special kind of heartache. Like, I know there will be other good media, and stuff that's good and unique in other ways, but I know for a fact that there are no other podcasts out there that have the same mix of a balance of off-the-wall improv and structured narrative, quality comedy, fantastical sci-fi setting and loveable characters, and high quality production. There are other things out there with many of those qualities, but nothing that checks every one of those boxes. It's a lightning-in-a-bottle thing that very much feels like the right people had to be in the right place at the right time to do it. Attempts to do it again would feel hollow because it had to be born out of necessity and passion and the talents of the people involved, so if you switch out the people it loses the reasons it's great, and if the same people tried to do it again it'd feel tired. That makes me so, so grateful it exists, but also so, so sad that it doesn't, and I'm 80% of the way done. When it's over, it's over.

Anyway. Now that that's all out there, I'm just gonna finish listening and have fun. Wish me luck.

[sun-marie]

Veilguard is basically just like if Dragon Age was a Mass Effect game

[gender-euphowrya]

it really fucks me up how fiction isn't allowed to just end anymore like. creators will tell a full story that has a clear definite ending and instead of being like ''wow great story !'' it's all ''make a sequel ! a prequel ! an epilogue ! a spin-off ! dlc !"

like maybe move on

[andragoras-in-vanity]

i know veilgaurd is absolutely incredible for gender reasons, and that it doesnt just let me have top scars but actually lets me acknowledge im trans in conversation like with taash and then when flirting with davrin (still dont know if im gonna romance him or lucanis yes, but asaan did cockblock me?????) but i do wish i could have gotten healing spells....although thinking about it now, because i wish i could have also given my rook my chronic pain/cfs, it makes sense i wouldnt be able to take healing spells, this is my new canon....(like either i get healing spells bevause i know pain and want to limit it for myself and others OR disability is disabling and im incapable of using healing spells since just like real life nothing eases this) anyway..

I like to headcanon that my rook DOES have chronic fatigue or minor pain because im an elf, but im also a mourn watcher, and it feels weird and wrong and unnatural to me for an elf to be living in the nevarra necropolis. i really love that being a mourn watcher has made me weird in conversation and just absolutely ready to let emmerich know how i want to be treated after i die, but nevarra is so dark and dusty, i have to wonder if as an elf being so close to spirits and so far from nature would effect me? so yeah, rook is screaming at all times and loves his home in the necropolis, myrna and vorgoth, the dead and the spirits, but leaving after the war of the banners helped him feel whole once he saw the forests for the first time, connected to his elven lineage (lmfao sorry bro), then he met varric who helped him get his top surgery. but it was the spirits and their lack of genders that helped him realize he also needed to do away with gender tho. i just really love my rook and this is the first time ive played a da game and not felt like i needed to run through it a few times to get everything out of it because i had to choose between male or female. also hes freaking adorable as hell.

[quietwingsinthesky]

at some point i am going to have to force even to go back and deal with donna & tentoo & rose & all and everything they ran away from. and that will probably involve them losing tentoo’s chameleon arch watch by giving it back to its rightful owner, whether she chooses to open it or not. and that is. not going to be a very fun or stable time for them.

[catboybrain]

sniffles sadly. every day im so sad that fnaf didnt go with placing vanny into aftons role.... god forbid women do anything ! ! !

[yume-fanfare]

*steps out of sudden death covered in blood* ive been fundamentally changed

[erythristicbones]

i don't feel like copying what i wrote, so take some screenshots of me having brainworms for the JDK villains again. primarily spurred by me going "hey wouldn't Nisha and Artemis and Apollo make cool rockstars instead"

[gekkonidae]

Ive been taking my sweet ass time with totk haven't even touched the main quest yet, gonna get full stamina and all the hearts before I actually play the story