Safety Scissors: REBOOT

Chapter 19: Rekindled conversation

"Y/n.'' She said. At this point, you had both been together for around a month, the school year nearing your all favorite holiday: Halloween- but... that's a separate thought. Pay attention to Jade, Y/n.

"Oh uhm- yeah?" You asked, holding her hand as you both walked out from your last class. You never visited her house, but you never asked, assuming her home life wasn't... well... amazing. But when she took to the drivers seat, going a different direction, your confusion is replaced with realization.

"We're going to my house for this talk. I don't think you'd want us to be interrupted for this... besides... the more 'adult' adults might not understand what I will be suggesting..."

"Jade- what do you mean? What are you talking about? Where are we going?" 

"My place. I said that. The address is 20 Nunamaker Road. Yes. I know it's a dumb name. I didn't choose it. My mom won't be home, and my brother's in extended day. But- regardless of that. I know your mom would be worried if you didn't tell her your location. So..." She rolls her eyes as you type your location into the phone, texting your mother. She was busy, and therefore neglectful, but it didn't make you not love her.

Your panic calmed at her words. And all you could think is. what was so important she didn't want to be caught at your house? I mean you're pretty sure if you guys were going to get busy, she'd not only warn you, but you guys would definitely be in your giant, comfy bed.

"...That is a weird name"  She shoots a glare, and you stick out your tongue. She gives you a joking brush on the shoulder, And you mock gasp

"Fine, it's not so weird" You huff. "But what are we talking about that implies complete secrecy? I mean... my house is pretty private."

"I know. But for my sake, I wanted to be comfortable-" She pauses, slightly backtracking to assuage anxieties she knew you had. "Not that your house isn't great, but for the sake of the talk, I bought some things that are at my place, and I want you to be able to roam the house without worrying about your mother seeing us, and I, out of  concern for your safety, may or may not have babyproofed my house..."

"Hey- I'm not crazy- I mean... I harm but..." 

"But... the consequences the hospitals give for that is much worse than me hiding most of my scissors and replacing them with exact, duller replicas of safety scissors."

"But Jadeeee---"

"But nothing. We're going to have a serious talk, and if you get triggered, I'd rather have peace of mind. It's not because I don't trust you, that I think you do all of what you've done to yourself on purpose, or that I think you aren't capable. It's because I care for you L/n, and it's easier to help you in an environment more familiar to me, like my room. And besides, having a house to ourselves is better."

"...Fine." You huff. pouting... but she had shut down your demons, and even as she pulled into her driveway, leading you inside and into the basement where her dark, well decorated room was... You felt safe. Like your heart had found home between the warmth of your connected hands.

You sat on the bed, staring at her, waiting for her to start.

"So... I've been doing some research..." Your heart picked up... but you were interested regardless. You are, after all, always willing to hear anyone out.

"And I found something that... although doesn't seem like my style- don't laugh idiot. Anyway- sorry for calling you an idiot I know you'll internalize it but- Although it doesn't seem like my style... I think it would be beneficial if you heard me out." She breathes, for once, shaken. It worried you, but you comforted her in return, waiting for her words to pick up.

"With the way you hug stuffed animals and browse and... well, just in general act... I think age regression, or as some people call it, non-sexual ageplay, would be beneficial- Stop it, I'm getting to that." Your mouth shuts back, ears slowly turning red as she talks, laying out what had laid beneath your surface, your deepest, darkest desires and secrets that she had somehow just stumbled into and is presenting to you like you don't know.

"It's a coping mechanism. It's not a sex thing, not that I wouldn't be willing but, I want us to preferably keep these types of thing as separate as possible. Especially regression in particular, considering it is a legitimately younger place of your mind. So- what it is, is well, your brain is allowed to be all childish, silly, or sad as you want. You're allowed to slip deeper and back to your childhood- and I- if you'd have me- or I think even Vega if you wanted to- she seems like the type... but I would indulge it. And I don't expect you to act like Cat. But I do know that if you wanted to around our group of close friends they would not mind. And especially around me. Back to the subject- You slip deeper, I take care of you." She's slightly breathless, worried for your reaction. But she shouldn't be.

"So...I kind of already- know that stuff." You blush, and you watch her eyebrow quirk, that smirk spreading across her face as you hide your head in your hands.

"...And you didn't tell your dear girlfriend L/N? What am I? Chopped liver?" She quips, watching you backtrack.

"Well i- I just didn't" She stops you.

"Relax. So let me show you the stuff I got. Consider it a secret present, and consider me a really good girlfriend for figuring out stuff about you that you haven't even disclosed." She grins, opening her top bedside drawer.

"I got you... some nice things. I even got you some pull ups, if that's your thing. They're in my bottom dresser drawer." She shows it off. A drawer of various things. A couple pacis... a rattle, some spooky coloring books and those low-mobility crayons.... a sippy cup and a bottle... she had really thought of everything.

"Jade.... I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't gotta say anything. Just let me take care of you, bunny."

And you took an item you liked, picking it up, hugging the stuffed animal you always had with you, and said your assent.

"...M...Mkay"