#this is angst

[haydenbadartist]

Let me name the stars for you 🌟

When I read this poem I instantly thought of them

[hartbrucane]

it’s canes post-season hockey. one must imagine them happy.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you please write about reader dating drew and she was a wrestler in the past but she had to quit because something happened like she lost someone from her family or she lost a kid or she had a miscarriage…like something really bad happened and she felt so sad that she had to leave wrestling and one night during RAW cm punk uses that tragedy against drew and so drew attacked him and reader takes care of drew backstage please ❤️❤️❤️

drew mcintyre x reader

‼️this is ANGST, depression and miscarriage, blood, crying, cm punk being a dick (sorry ily), mention of nightmares and panic attacks, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE PLEASE‼️

against the world

you were a good wrestler.

you started wrestling when you were a teen, wanting to make that passion your future job.

you were a magnificent wrestler. one of the best in the female faction.

you had been a divas champion for two years straight right after your debut, shocking everyone, shocking yourself too. you had won more matches than the ones you lost. you had been tag team champion multiple times. and, after the divas title was dismissed, you had been both smackdown and raw champion.

you were a beast.

everyone loved you. your colleagues, your family, your friends, your boss, your fans.

everyone saw the talent you had.

drew in particular.

you remember being paired up with him for a mixed tag team match and you immediately clicked. there was something in him that attracted you and there was this light in you that made him feel attracted by you.

it didn’t take long before he asked you on a date. one date became multiple dates, multiple dates became with you two officially dating and ended up with you two getting married and living together.

you were living a dream.

and when you found out that you were pregnant you were the happiest person in the world. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, you’ve always dreamed about a little baby running around the house.

so, when you announced that you would have leave for some time, you made a promise to the public and to the fans - i’ll be back stronger than ever.

but you couldn’t keep that promise.

you remember being seven months pregnant, everything was going fine. your baby boy - you found out it was a boy because drew couldn’t wait until the ninth month - was healthy and growing fast in your belly.

so you couldn’t really explain why one night you woke up and felt wet beneath your back. you remember calling for drew and when he turned on the light you saw the blood laying on the bed. you were trying not to panic but when you felt a strong pain in your belly, you felt something was definitely wrong.

drew went in alarm mode. you remember him picking you up and gently laying you in the backseat of his car while he kept whispering comforting words to you, trying to distract you from the pain. you remember him taking you to the hospital and screaming for a doctor while you laid half unconscious in his arms due to the amount of blood you lost.

but you will always remember waking up the next morning with drew by your side, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and you couldn’t really understand why until you felt it.

there was nothing in your belly. you felt no movements at all, you felt no pressure at all, just nothing at all. and when your eyes met his, you immediately understood.

you remember when drew immediately stood up and went to hug you when you started screaming for your baby. drew didn’t know what to do because there wasn’t much he could have done. he heard you crying and screaming, begging the doctors to let you see the baby, your baby.

and from that day everything changed.

the news about you losing the baby quickly went worldwide. someone at the hospital might have spread the rumour that somehow reached the media and from that day your life became constantly hell.

you kept receiving condolences, from your family and friends, from the fans, from the company but those messages of support only marked the loss you just had.

drew took time off.

because he was there and he saw how bad you were suffering from that. he lost a baby too but he was losing you.

you stopped eating, you stopped sleeping, you basically stopped living. everytime you tried to sleep, you would wake up followed by nightmares, or good dreams about the life you could have had. and those dreams were the worst. because you knew you couldn’t have it now.

every night drew would let you in his arms, holding you while you cried and then eventually he would help you fall asleep again.

you didn’t let anyone in. not your family, not your friends. your best friend rhea was worried sick about you. she kept constantly asking drew to keep him updated about your health. she wanted to be there for you but you wouldn’t let her in.

after a few months and after many therapy sessions, you started living a little more. you lost a lot of weight and you barely recognised yourself. you lost your muscles, you lost your youth.

so, small steps. you started eating a bit more, sleeping a little better and started taking care of your look again. you started talking a little more with your family and friends. everyone noticed that you weren’t the same person anymore and that the person everyone knew and loved probably wouldn’t come back. but you were trying your best and everyone noticed that too.

drew came back to work and you both agreed to be together in this. you followed him everywhere, everytime he had a show in a different city. mostly because he didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone and because you couldn’t trust yourself if left alone for a long period of time.

you told everyone that you weren’t ready to come back. you didn’t know if you had the strength to ever come back wrestling again.

but you were there and making small steps.

you were glad your husband came back to the place he loved. you saw his behaviour changing in positive again and you were happy for him. you weren’t healed but seeing your husband getting more confident each day made you happy.

however when the whole feud with cm punk started, you felt a little uneasy. you knew how he was and you never liked him. you got to work with him back then, before he got fired and even back then, you never liked him. he always made sure to get on everyone nerves, he always had something to say, something to lie about and you couldn’t stand him.

he didn’t care about the people he hurt, he just cared about having it in his way. and one night in particular made you sick to your stomach.

you were backstage with rhea and damian watching your husband segment against cm punk, right after his loss at summerslam. and punk was pissed, he knew he lost that night and he couldn’t get over it. so he started insulting and insulting drew, but knowing your husband you knew he wouldn’t care.

“oh so you’re the big man just because you won” punk screamed into the mic. your husband look remained unfazed, and that made you smile “cheating won’t get you anywhere mcintyre”

“punk, if you weren’t so obsessed with your ego you would have easily won that match…” he chuckled making the crowd laugh “but you had to mess it up, you hit rollins, you pissed him off and then you pissed me off…and that costed your victory” the crowd cheered.

your husband was testing punk, two hotheads in the same room were nothing but pure chaos.

drew chuckled when he heard the crowd cheering for him “you know, it’s your stubbornness that makes you lose and lose repeatedly, you ain’t nothing but scam” drew laughed “there’s nothing i can do if all you have in you is defeat…”

“i may lose my matches but one sure thing is that i’m not gonna lose my family, you see, i protect the people i love on contrary of someone who couldn’t even protect his baby” punk smirked. he went too far but he hadn’t realised that yet.

there was a moment of silence in the arena, fans waiting for drew to say something. he was speechless. for a second he thought - did i go too far with punk?

but when he saw punk smirking he knew there were no words to describe how he was feeling so he simply acted on gestures. he threw the mic right in his face, making the crowd scream from joy, and then he began his attack on punk.

“what kind of man are you dickhead?” he whispered to punk, making sure the cameras didn’t catch that.

in the meantime there were you, backstage, watching the whole thing on tv. rhea and damian sat on the couch next to you, no one dared to say a word. rhea never talked about what happened because you didn’t want to talk about it and she respected that. so in that moment, she didn’t know what to say.

the only thing in your mind was the thought of your baby.

you and drew made a promise - you wouldn’t talk about the baby. you wouldn’t even say the word “baby”. it brought back to many bad memories and you both tried to go on with your lives.

but now punk made all the progress you made worthless. because you were there, sitting on the couch, your eyes fixed on the tv but your mind was somewhere else. your mind was playing trick on you.

that little bundle of joy that you imagined walked into your heart, mind, soul and lives and no matter what he wouldn’t have left, but you tried to move on.

so why did he have to bring back all the bad things?

rhea and damian shared a look. both too scared to speak.

you wanted to be left alone but you knew that if you left your husband changing room, you would get stares and you didn’t want to go through that all over again.

“can you please leave?” you asked them. your eyes still on the tv, watching how referees tried to separate the two men fighting.

“sure…” rhea softly smiled. she didn’t wanna go, she didn’t wanna leave you there, alone with your mind but she knew that in that moment, anything she would have said would be nothing for you.

so they simply got up and left the room.

you waited until your husband was back into the backstage. no one dared to say anything to him. everyone knew that punk overstepped but what are you supposed to say to someone who lost a child?

drew’s mind was thinking of you.

he knew you were backstage and you were watching the whole show and he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling. your own pain used against you.

who would do something like that?

when he saw you sitting there, still watching the show as it went on, with tears in your eyes, his heart broke. he saw the progress you made and he couldn’t be more proud than that.

but now he knew what you mind was thinking and he wished he could take all of your pain away.

“love?” he softly called you. when your eyes met you couldn’t help but let the tears fall down “hey…it’s okay” he didn’t care if he was sweaty or dirty, he needed to hold you and to let you know that everything was okay “come here love” he said wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry in his chest.

he knew what you were feeling because he felt it too.

“why did he do that?” your broken voice asked him “why…why he brought my baby into this?”

drew didn’t have an answer.

“i don’t know love…i don’t know…but it’s okay love, remember? it’s me and you against the world…” he softly whispered.

“it’s not okay drew…sometimes i feel like i failed…i feel like i failed as a mother because i was supposed to protect him, i feel like i failed as a wrestler because everyone has been waiting my return, i feel like i failed as a friend because i have been neglecting them and i feel like i failed as a wife because i’ve been neglecting you…i know you suffered from this loss as much as i did and for all this time you’ve been taking care of me and i feel like…i feel like i failed you drew…”

drew felt like someone just ripped his heart from his chest and threw it away. he couldn’t believe what you just said, he couldn’t believe you’ve been keeping this inside for months.

“hey love, look at me…” he lifted your chin up “i promise you that you haven’t failed me, don’t ever say something like that again okay? because i know how much it hurts, and i know how you suffered from this…baby i promise you that you haven’t failed anyone, i’m so proud of you for letting this things out, and i’m so proud of you for taking small steps every single day, it shows that you are still here…and i couldn’t be prouder than you” he wiped your tears away “i want you to know that everyone is here for you, everyone loves you here and everyone stands by your side…punk will face consequences for his actions and that’s a promise…”

“sometimes i imagine him, i wonder what he would look like…if he had your eyes or mine, if he had your little dimples or if he had my hair…i wonder if in the future he wanted to be a wrestler or a doctor…my life is constantly made of what ifs and i can’t live like this anymore drew…” your voice broke on the last part

drew was glad that you were letting everything out - he knew how much you struggled during therapy, feeling like the doctor couldn’t understand your pain because she hadn’t been there in your position, but at the same time it wished you didn’t hide those feelings from him because he wanted to help you heal.

“i know baby… sometimes i imagine him too because in my mind he has your eyes, and i like to think about having a mini you running down the house… and i know he would’ve loved you more because he would’ve been a mama’s boy” his last sentence made you chuckle “ but love we can’t live like this…we can’t live of what ifs…i know it hurts and probably it will never stop hurting but we have to move on” drew felt a hole in his chest because he didn’t want to move on, but he knew it was for the best.

“i know…” you whispered.

“what do you think if we go back to the hotel and we sleep the night away and then, in the morning when we are more awake we start talking about our future and how we wanna handle all of this?” you knew he was right. after what happened you didn’t make any more plans for the future, you’ve been stuck living in the past that you didn’t think about your future.

“sounds good…but please let me take care of your hands first, you are bleeding…” he laughed when you said that, loving the caring and gentle side of you, he let you take an emergency kit and clean his wounds.

he softly looked at you, admiring with such love and affection, that he knew you were the right person for him.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

God, I always get so much ideas then probably never gonna do anything with it because it ruins my overall concept but God I want to.

----Fic

Tim Drake, it's a shit universe, shit life, bleeding out.

Wondering.. if any of this was ever worth it?

But somone came.

Making eye contact with a boy-no a man, who is everything they wanted, everything he isn't.

The batsuit fits like a glove.

Stiches even.

No barking orders, or disappointed glances.

A Nightwing that is steady, fond.

Red Hood soft, following in step.

Types in the codes for the nest, places his bruised and battered body in bed, under the blanket.

Antibiotics, and pain meds delivered with juice that had once brought joy.

Falling asleep, without dreams.

Wakes up to breakfast, made with fresh ingredients.

Singing and dancing happened in his kichen.

These men laughed, poking fun.

Listened to rambles, while solving cases.

Stealing glances at their balisong's, tossed between the three, fancy flips.

Instinctual.

Taught him the tricks, didn't laugh when fingers bled.

Sparring didn't leave bruises.

Heading to the manor it has been almost a week.

Bruce lectures, the unfinished mission reports.

Complaints about skipped patrol.

Dick arms crossed against the wall.

Jason fiddling with his knife.

Knicking the left, sloppy. They don't talk, don't interrupt Bruce.

Damian's smug air.

It's easy to compare.

Warm green and Bruce's icy blue.

Apples falling so far from the tree.

John would have interrupted. Percy doesn't drop knives.

Jack looks, thinks doesn't trample.

Saved by ghosts of another time.

Busy drowning in the present.

Dick wouldn't drag him into a case, reading at superspeed shooting questions at him.

Jason doesn't sing wrapped around his brothers, taking apart guns so Tim can note down skematics, make plans to recreate it.

Bruce doesn't giggle, can't hold blood in a body with a touch. I love you's, aren't following every breathe.

Sharing tales of the future giving hope.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne became Robin, to save Batman.

Prayed one day the favor would be returned.

Dreamed of older brothers who hugged.

Fighting over movies, messing up his hair.

Catch knifes, and take bullets.

Nicknames not coated in poison.

A younger one he could teach, carry to bed.

Whisper secrets, rolling eyes at their family.

"Did you ever-love me?"

Bruce rips off the cowl.

Dick gasps, Jason and Damian silent.

"I just spent days-fucking- days I was hurt! Do you know who saved me?...Time Travelers! Who weren't even supposed to be here!"

Breaking.

"Batman saved me! Nightwing! Red Hood but not you-"

"Dying! Stupid me- stupid little replacement-thought it was fucking-you!"

"Timmy-"

"I thought it was my dad..my brothers. It was my own-"

Sobs, and tears come pouring.

Doesn't try to hold it back.

Turning to away from what should have been his Batman to what could have been.

"Fuck you- I'm done."

He runs, hoping on the still idling bike.

Refuses to look back.

Bruce Wayne didn't save Robin.

Breaks every speed limit back to the nest.

To the random time travelers who offered him a new life, heart pounding as the the door flies open.

A different Nightwing catches him.

"We got you-it's gonna be ok."

A different Red Hood dries his tears.

"Hey- no tears your gonna love it."

Palms gentle on his shoulders.

"You coming Robin?"

Stepping into the portal, into a new life.

"I'm ready."

Robin was always meant to be saved.

Batman was always meant to save him.

It just so happened Bruce Wayne wouldn't be that Batman.

[theweemswitch]

Hiya! I posted chapter 4 of my story!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81222866/chapters/214020431

Or if you’d like to read it here⤵️ enjoy!!

Knowing Larissa Weems

Chapter 4: Does it ever cross your mind

Knowing Larissa Weems

Chapter 4: Does It Ever Cross Your Mind

“Kale…wha-“ Larissa started in complete disbelief.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want you to hate me. I-I don’t know. Why are you even in here?”

You started quietly but your voice got louder. Suddenly remembering your anger from earlier. You felt your face heat up, you clenched your fists at your side which didn’t go unnoticed by Larissa.

“You could have told me Kale! I wouldn’t have hated you!” She spat

“How could I know that?! You’re Larissa fucking Weems! You’re notoriously hot and cold when upset. You’ve avoided me for weeks because of Paige!” You yelled.

Stepping closer with narrowed eyes and shaking hands.

“That’s not true and you know it, how dare you even accuse me of such buffoonery! I would do anything for you and you run off and keep THIS from me?!” The tone of her voice made you take a step back and she stepped forward, pushing her finger into your collar bone.

“I would never turn my back on you, I thought you knew me better than that. Does it ever cross your mind that I want what is best for you?! Do you ever think about anything other than how things affect you and you only?!” She let her hand drop and stormed out.

You dropped your towel for your hair and kicked a locker. You were so fed up, first she has the audacity to run Paige away from you, now she’s mad you didn’t tell her about what your surgery was for. Where does she even get off doing any of that, you wonder.

Paige<3: What did you do?!

Kale: What?

Paige<3: Larissa just slammed her apartment door, I know it was you.

You let out a frustrated scream, why was any of this happening. You texted Larissa,

Kale Riley: What is your fucking problem Riss? Why are you doing all of this??

Larissa: Me? That’s rich coming from you. You’ve done nothing but burn bridges you’re still standing on today and I’m the one to blame? You burst into my office screaming at me, I come looking for you to explain and I find that! How exactly do you want me to react, Kale? Calmly isn’t an option. You’ve been a proper ass the entire day, try looking in the mirror and think of someone other than yourself. You’re almost 30 years old for gods sake, grow up.

You kicked the locker again and started crying. Was she right? Did you cause all of this? No surely not. You’d be wronged. Right? Would Larissa really do that? The same Larissa that takes care of you when you’re sick, surprises you with coffee on cold days, the same Larissa that answered her phone at 2am to you crying when your mom told you that she hated you. Would she really? And then it hit you. No. She wouldn’t. You’ve massively ruined one of the closest friendships you’ve ever had.

You dialed quickly through shaking breath and hands, thank god it was Friday

“come on Al pick up pick up pick up”

“Kale? Are you alright? It’s nearly 11pm why are you calling?” He sounded concerned.

All you could do was break down. Running through the halls, trying to reach your apartment before the walls caved in, the barbed wire feeling in your throat was making it impossible to breathe.

“Al, Al I messed up. Larissa hates me” you panted “I think I’ve really done it this time. We’ve fought before but never like this. Al I got in her face.” You sobbed.

“Alright alright” you heard him sigh and sit up.

“Talk me through what happened, let’s see if we can make sense of this together.”

You loved your brother, he always had a way of making you feel less alone when your head was stuck under the current.

“Al I can’t do this, I messed up. She’s one of the most important people in my life and I ruined it” you all but screamed as you rounded the corner and up the steps. You tripped and hit your knees but you didn’t care.

“Slow down, kales. What did you even say? Do? What happened” he spoke calmly as to not set you off even further.

“I blamed her for Paige. I yelled, I screamed. I barged into her office and accused her of telling Paige that I’m trans. I knew keeping it a secret wasn’t healthy but I wasn’t ready. Then I went for a run, I got out of the shower and Larissa was standing right fucking there!!! SHE SAW MY CHEST AL! I got angry again, I got in her face and cussed at her. I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose her, I can’t lose the person who saved my life.” You shakily shouted into the phone.

He sighed, you could tell that he was about to chew you out for it so you steadied yourself.

“Kale Riley Slate why the hell would you go after Larissa like that?”

He was still calm but the use of your full name let you know that he was surprised and unhappy.

He continued, “Why would you assume she’s the one who told Paige? And why are you upset about it? You weren’t even that into Paige so why does it matter? You were using her to get over someone else. You stuck your foot in your mouth and now you’re running through a school, screaming and crying. I don’t know how you want me to fix that, kid.”

“I-I don’t know Alan. I just needed to get it out” you panted, trying to gain some form of composure.

“I’m sorry, I’m scared. I let it happen again. I always do this. I get close with someone and then I push them away, I ruin the relationship. I let my anger get the best of me again. She was so hurt. She was angry, she even pointed her finger into my chest, I got in her face.”

Alan who you assume was pinching the bridge of his nose “Alright, I’ll text Larissa. Try not to put your foot in your mouth anymore. I’ll talk to you later. Love you” and with that he hung up.

Alan Slate: Larissa?

Larissa Weems: Hi Alan, what can I do for you this evening?

Alan Slate: Kale called me, I’m aware of what happened

Larissa Weems: Ah, yes. That was certainly something. I do not know how to proceed past this but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. I’m not the one who alerted Paige. I don’t know who did, but I’ve taken the brunt of the force.

Alan Slate: It was Megan. They are good friends.

Larissa Weems: Excuse me?

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You got to your apartment and threw the door open, and slammed it shut. You locked it, put your stuff down and sank to the floor. You curled up in a ball, bringing your knees to your chest. How could you have done this? You hurt the 1 person besides your brother that would’ve crossed hell for you. Maybe Larissa was right, maybe you only think of yourself when you decide to keep secrets. A sob wracked your body, putting your hand over your mouth to stop the sound. Larissa was just down the hall, you didn’t want her feeling bad for you. Poor stupid little Kale who ruins everything right? How could anyone defend your actions after tonight, you got in Larissa’s face, you made a complete fool of yourself. You hit the floor, punching until it hurt. You were being loud but you didn’t care anymore. The inner turmoil you felt was too much and it was about to make you reckless. You fell suddenly silent when you heard a knock on your door.

You stayed completely still, you didn’t want anyone to see you this way, it was none of their business anyway.

“Kale?” Faintly came from the other side.

You knew exactly who it was and you didn’t dare move to open the door.

“Kale…I’m sorry. Please, can we talk?” There came the voice again.

You took your phone out and opened your messages

Kale: I don’t want to talk right now, Paige

Paige<3: Kale, please this is important.

Kale: Alright.

You stood up, straightened yourself out as much as you could in 5 seconds and swung the door open.

“Wow you look like shit, Kales.” Was all she said and you went to close the door in her face but she put her foot in the way,

“Alright alright I’m sorry that was uncalled for. My bad dude”

“Yeah it was your bad, what is so important that we have to talk right now” you said dryly.

“Why are you so mad about me knowing? It’s not like we were together, we flirted sometimes but nothing was ever going to come of it.” She said.

“Because it was mine to tell, Paige. Is everyone forgetting that?! Does privacy mean nothing? And I know nothing was going to happen. I’m asexual and I was using you to get over someone else.” Rolling your eyes you looked at the floor.

“Ouch okay, so I see it’s total truth hour I guess. Kale I never even saw you like that. I like Larissa. I thought maybe if I was close with you I’d get closer to Larissa. That’s it. There.” The amount of direct eye contact she was giving you was extremely uncomfortable.

“Get out.” You yelled at her, “Get the fuck out!” You pushed her out the door and shut it.

Kale Riley: Riss?

Larissa: Yes?

Kale Riley: Can we talk?…

Larissa: Alright, I’ll be there in a moment.

A soft knock rang through your apartment, by now you’d changed into sweats and a jumper and of course, your signature fuzzy socks. You padded through the living room and opened the door. The sight surprised you, Larissa was in her pajamas, pink silk like she always wore on nights you stayed up to late and watched too many movies. Her hair was free of pins, long waves cascaded down past her shoulders and she wore a cardigan you had gifted her for her birthday last year because in your words “anyone turning 42 needs an impressive cardigan collection.”

“Hello darling” she said cautiously, unsure of your stability at that moment.

“Hey Riss…I uh. Listen I’m really so-sorry about today I just. I. I don’t know” you broke quietly, tears flowing down your cheeks, stinging like scratches of betrayal to your hard exterior.

“Listen Kale, I know you are having a hard time right now, but the way you’ve acted today is unmistakably that of someone who is drowning.” She said softly, reaching for your hand trying to comfort you.

“Why are you even talking to me?” You said throwing your hands up “I basically ruined everything. You’re the last person I wanted to hurt. I’m doing the stupid push and pull thing again I guess. Hearing from my mom and the surgery, it’s got me all messed up. I don’t know but I am sorry. So so sorry.” You put your head down and let your shoulders soften. You refused to look at her, you couldn’t. You felt so guilty, you wanted to the waves of guilt to swallow you whole and pull you out to the sea.

In a swift motion, she took your chin between her thumb and finger and lifted your head “Kale the last thing I want is you to take all of the blame for this. I reacted out of character as well, sweet. I’m sorry for shouting, I just didn’t know how else to respond to such an insane accusation.” She said.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I made a complete ass of myself over someone I didn’t even like in that way I guess. Someone I was using to get past something else. How annoying of me.” You half laughed as tears came down once again, you hastily tried to wipe them away. Tired of showing that kind of emotion for one day. You were exhausted.

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Monday had rolled around and you were having coffee and checking social media like the morning paper when you saw something that caught your attention. A post made by Megan that had tagged Paige. You stared at it for a few moments and decided to file that away to ask about later. Surely they weren’t friends? That didn’t make any sense. You were out of time to wonder though, grabbing your satchel you headed out for a day of teenagers, drama and too much reading even for you.

“Good morning Professor” Paige said entirely too brightly for 8:30 in the morning.

“Good morning Professor Gale. Hope you had a good weekend” you said as you passed by her room and into your own.

That was odd, she never says good morning. You pushed the thought aside and got your stuff squared away as the students started coming in, very zombified, very Monday morning.

“Good morning my ghouls, I trust everyone had a good weekend! Open your books to page 205 and someone begin”

The hour passed uneventfully to your pleasure, you thoroughly disliked when shit hit the fan, especially with a certain Wednesday next door, you could never be too sure. As the class was leaving Paige stuck her head in your door

“Hey neighbor, want to grab lunch?” She smiled at you.

“Hey uh yeah sure let me finish this email and I’ll be right there!” You called to the hall.

As you finished up you grabbed your phone and locked your door, you two fell into steady rhythm walking down to the dining hall.

“So, did you and Larissa get sorted out? It seemed pretty intense on Friday night.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bad. I think we are okay though. We spent the morning together on Saturday, I owed her some art so I did a portrait of her and her cat” you laughed fully at that, it was silly after all.

“LARISSA HAS A CAT?!” She shouted

“Why yes I do! Her name is Agnes, she’s a tuxedo cat” Larissa suddenly chimed in from behind you causing you to all but jump out of your skin.

“Jesus Larissa! You have to stop doing that! How are you so quiet in heels?” You put your hand to your chest and took a breath.

“Sorry, darling. It’s what I’m best at, I’ve been doing this far longer than either of you have” she winked and went about her business getting onto some students who were throwing bread rolls like it was a contact sport. She makes anger look so elegant. Terrifying.

Paige looked at you and then at Larissa, “Soooo about what we talked about”

You held your hand up to her face immediately, “don’t even try that idea, Larissa will never go for someone like you. You’re too young, you aren’t put together and you for sure are not her type. Not that I know her type but I don’t think it’s someone like us” you laughed. “Not even sure she’s into women in the first place. I know her well but maybe not that well” you said as you grabbed a water and took a drink.

“You really don’t think I have a chance? I mean she’s what, 42? That’s only 11 years older than me. She’s not that elegant. She dresses nice but I bet she’s not put together all the time.” She said dryly.

“Paige, listen. She is way out of your league. She’s out of everyone’s league. I’ve never met someone in her league. Also yes she is put together all the time. She’s up at 7 in the morning every day, make up, hair and dressed by 7:30. She reads every night unless we are together. She drinks the driest wine I think I’ve ever tasted and that takes class. It’s fucking gross” you laughed a little too loud.

Larissa looked over in your direction to see you chatting back and forth and laughing. She felt her grip tighten on her spoon and if she wasn’t cautious it’d probably snap. She wanted you to come over and sit with her, she didn’t trust Paige. She’d always been too eager to do anything Larissa wanted, to be around her. It was rather off putting she thought. Seeing you smile and laugh filled her with warmth regardless, you deserved to be happy even after everything.

After lunch you were heading back to your classroom when your phone buzzed:

Larissa: Hey, can you come by my office?

Kale Riley: Yeah, no problem :) be there in a sec

You knocked and poked your head in.

“Hey, everything okay? You wanted to see me?” You opened the door and walked in.

“Ah yes, hello dear! I trust lunch was okay? I need to talk to you about something kind of important.”

“Ooookay, I’m all ears, what is it?” You anxiously messed with your hair, you always did when something bad was going to happen. It gave you a comfort, your mom used to play with your hair.

“I know who told Paige, it’s not ideal that I speak about this during school but I have a meeting that’s going to run long after and I need to tell you.” She clasped her hands together in front of her and messed with her rings.

“You do?! Who was it?” You leaned forward trying to steady yourself for the answer.

“It was Megan, your brother’s girlfriend. He told me on Friday night when he texted me, I’m so sorry darling. I know it must be-“ you cut her off

“Megan?? No no Megan would never. What the fuck. Why didn’t you tell me on Friday? Why didn’t anyone tell me! This is so. So.” You let go of a frustrated yell in the sound proof office, thankfully so at that point. Larissa came to your side and put her hand on your back.

“I know; I’m sorry. I couldn’t find out much else, I needed to see you that night to talk about what happened.” She tried to comfort you to the best of her ability at that moment.

“Larissa why didn’t you tell me. That’s so awful, I don’t see how that wasn’t the most important at that time” you said sternly

“You’re seeing everything in black and white, Kale-“ you cut her off before she could continue

“Yeah yeah there’s shades of grey, Larissa. I’ve heard it before.” You rolled your eyes throwing your hands up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I was worried about you, I know how dark it can get in that pretty head of yours.” She took a step back and motioned for you to sit down on the couch.

“Larissa I don’t know why you care about me, I know we’ve moved past it but I just can’t wrap my head around you forgiving me. Now I have to deal with Megan, and my brother. I don’t know how to do that. They were all I had left. They loved me when no one else did” you started to cry then, the feeling of betrayal sitting heavy on your chest, crushing you into dust.

Larissa sat down next to you and put her arm around you, pulling you close and trying to keep you from falling apart completely.

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway” she said softly. You knew Larissa wasn’t going anywhere and for that you were thankful. She might be all you have left after the conversation you were going to have to have with your brother.

“I will be going with you to speak to your brother and Megan. I refuse to let you walk into that alone and scared. I will always protect you, Kale.” She said as she pulled you into possibly the tightest hug of your adult life.

“Ow Riss, my chest” you winced and tried your best to laugh it off.

“Oh right; shit. Sorry darling!” She said as she let you go.

You got up and pulled your phone out to text your brother:

Kale: I know what Megan did. We will be speaking about this.

Alan: Yeah, I figured. Leave Larissa out of it though, please.

Kale: No. <3

With that you locked your phone, slid it into your pocket, waved to Larissa and headed out to teach your next class.

[myeagleexpert]

Hana's Demons of Lust

Today they are like this:

But in the beginning they were like this:

Just wanting to use her to get revenge From giving up revenge to trying to live a normal and cute romance Giving up the cute and normal romance to use his demon powers to make her stay by his side forever

(I got distracted quickly, I'm going back to Twst)

[dekukaze]

Guys I noticed something

Link Click S2 ending spoilers

So this scene when Cheng xiaoshi was dying, Lu guang had his watch on his left wrist.

BUT

After Cheng dies, Lu guang has his watch on the right wrist. Did he changed it after he died? I saw a theory about him replacing it on the right wrist since it was triggering for him cuz you know, the man it's traumatized :(

Bonus: The traces of Cheng xiaoshi blood on Lu guang's face I-

(They need to show us what the heck happened there 😭)

Idk guys, for me, I don't this is a mistake and it's a very important detail. I gotta check if on the Yingdu chapter trailer, where is the watch this time.

(guys, I'm so desperate ah-)