#anytime i try something like that i get all shaky and nervous

[ddejavvu]

Helloooo omggg I love your blog sm I have a request that’s terrible so don’t feel pressured to do it lmao

I’m afraid of escalators- everytime ya girl tries to get on one since I got a foot injury I fall :(( but I was just at the airport and had to go on a bunch SO- Aaron Hotchner holding hands everytime we have to go on an escalator-

Working to hunt and apprehend the country's most dangerous criminals should mean that you're not scared of much. You can handle flying, you take the jet constantly. Being mugged is something you know you'll likely withstand, even if you're injured, because you can fight back. You have no unique fears, like birds or butterflies or cats- well, that is, excluding escalators.

They're just not your forte. Each time you ride one you fear falling, the constant, steady movement something that you need to spend far more than three seconds analyzing before hopping on. Unfortunately, as you're currently tracking down information from the third floor of a major airport, escalators are a must.

Aaron boards before you, and you thank the heavens that it means he doesn't see you linger. You set your hand on the railing, gut sinking as you feel it relentlessly move beneath your fingertips. Turning, sucking, pulling you in, pulling you down, pulling you under. You're so busy watching the belt turn that you miss the way Hotch has asked you a question, then turned to wonder after your response, and found you unmoving at the base of the escalator.

"Y/L/N," He calls, and your white-hot face snaps up to meet his gaze, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." You nod, lifting your foot to board. But it won't lower itself onto the stairs in front of you. You briefly remember that it won't move on its own, that you'll need to control it, but you can't manage that, either.

Hotch scrutinizes you with a furrowed brow. When he has the evidence he needs, in your nervous glances and stiff limbs, he quickly descends the escalator, having moved even further away from you while speaking. He jogs down the stairs, moving himself faster than it's moving him, and nudges you out of the way to disembark.

"Come on," He urges, seeking out your hand in his own, "Grab the railing."

You lower your hand onto it with a shaky breath, and he squeezes your hand in encouragement. Your grip is loose enough for it to pass beneath you, but present, and he tugs you an inch forwards towards the escalator.

"I've got you," He pledges, holding your hand steadily, so that it grounds you, "Let's go."

He steps backwards onto the escalator, pulling you with him, and all of a sudden you're on it. He gives you no time to think, just pulls your hand so that your feet move too, and then you're doing it. Your legs feel locked, tight, and in danger of toppling you right over, and you fear you may be cutting off the circulation to Hotch's hand when you squeeze it, but if you are, he says nothing. He just stands there, glancing briefly backwards to ensure that he doesn't stumble while disembarking at the top.

"Good," He murmurs, a mere five seconds from the last stair, "Now, hold my hand, there you go, and- there."

He steps off, pulls you with him, then you're done. Then it's over, and you're standing fifteen feet higher than you had been before, feeling solid, unmoving ground below your feet.

"Hotch," You try, your voice painfully weak, "Um, I- I'm not-"

"It's alright." He brings his free hand to the one of yours that he's holding, sealing your hand between both of his and squeezing it warmly, "You don't have to tell me why, and you don't need to be embarrassed. Everyone's got something."

"Alright," You nod once, thankful for the out, but still in disbelief that you'd not only ridden an escalator, but that your boss had held your hand for the trip, and told you not to be ashamed, "Uh- thank you."

"Anytime." He nods, dropping only one of his hands. Anytime becomes right now, when he glances a few feet away at the next set of escalators, and that sinking feeling sets right back into your stomach.

"You can have a minute," Hotch uses your intertwined hands to lead you to a wall that you lean up against. To draw your mind away from the daunting mechanical hum of the escalators, you study Hotch's tie instead, not brave enough yet to look at his face.

After a moment, you speak: "Hotch?"

"Hm?"

"You said everyone has something."

"I did," He nods, anticipating your next question.

"What's yours?"

He takes a sharp breath in, then admits, "Mice."

Before you can react, though you'll gawp at him later for the answer, he drags you towards the next escalator.

"Ready?" He asks, and infers a yes when really you might have said no, stepping back onto the stairs.

It's a grueling ride, one that has you rife with nerves, but when you're finally standing on the third floor, you manage, "Mice?"

"Not important," He drops your hand to take your back instead, pushing you towards the help desk with vigor you don't typically see from your usually stoic boss, "Let's focus on our work, Agent."

[monayen]

you said something about Nyon being one of the better head givers ... what about the rest of them ;3 ? maybe rank them PLZZZ - 🦋

Pussy Eatin' Headcannons (lol)

➷ Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - explicit afab reader, oral (f. recieving) / cunnilingus, biting / marking, fingering

a/n - oh this is everything to me thank you for this ask. also throwing in the ratmen and satoru because i errr uhh CAN DO WHAT I WANT. i actually had a bit of a hard time ranking them specifically as i feel like #6-4 can be interchangeable if you think hard enough. but this is about eatin' pussy so have ur own thoughts frens

(from worst to best)

Tied for last place: Ratmen 3-5

These guys likely wouldn’t even know what to do with a pussy in their face

They’re used to rushed quickies, as they’re always afraid of being caught

Way too fast and sloppy when eating you out, leaves a mess of your own wetness all on their faces

It won’t be all that satisfying, so don’t expect to cum anytime soon. Because of that, they'll probably tap out after a while

They definitely prefer receiving head over giving it—after all, they’ll finish much faster than you. A shame, really

8. Micheal Jr

Like Ratmen 3-5, he lacks the time and experience to properly eat you out. The only reason he ranks higher is his sheer enthusiasm to do so

He wants you to squeeze your thighs around his face and tug his hair

Still messy and too quick, but with the right training and time, he might actually be decent at it. But that won't ever happen

7. Nyen

Rarely gives you oral which automatically puts him at a low spot

Which might be for the best, considering he ends up using too much teeth most of the time. Like he has literally bitten your clit before :(

His hands will also dig painfully into your hips and sides when he grasps onto you, which could make it hard to focus on the already sorta uncomfortable head

Definitely prefers fucking your throat and he’s clear about that

6. Randal

The neediest head you’ll ever receive. Laps you up like a dog and leaves you a sweaty, sticky mess

Loves come swallowing and is determined to lick up every last drop of wetness that leaks out of you

The 69 position is a must for him. Fucking your face while his tongue curls inside of you? The best (aside from actually fucking you)

"Head for head?” is something that unironically leaves his mouth way too often

Genuinely cannot get enough of it. Tires you out and still will stretch out his tongue for another round

Enough that it can actually be exhausting to deal with his constant need for your pussy to be in his face

Also bites, duh

5. Sebastian

Reluctant at first, wouldn't have ever propositioned if you didn't

Not because he thought it was gross or weird, just nervous to perform poorly and make a fool of himself

His inexperience makes him a bit awkward and clumsy, but his earnest desire to please you makes up for his lack of skill

Actually not bad at all when he gets into it though. Let his nerves settle and he’ll eat it like he's starving (which he is)

Likes for you to sit on his face and grind against him. Listen to his shaky whimpers against your flesh as he struggles to breathe properly. Don’t worry, he likes it!

4. Robert

Doesn't have an exact preference for giving or receiving, so a nice plus!

Again, he just has the similar problem the rest of the ratmen have: lack of time / opportunity

Though inexperienced, he’s much neater and more patient than his ratmen counterparts—not that it’s saying much, but it’s still an improvement

Has a tendency to nibble and gnaw at your skin, can get a bit too enthusiastic about it sometimes (ouch!)

Give him multiple tries to learn where the clit is, how to combo his tongue and fingers, and how to find a proper rhythm and I think he’ll do quite well :)

3. Satoru

Similar to Randal in how he loves to eat you out. Practically lives for it

He wants to try every single position possible (which is more than you think) and learn all the things that make your thighs shake

Never stops talking, even with his mouth full—mumbles against you, breathless words garbling out as he showers you with praise. He just can’t help it, you taste too good to stay quiet!

Again, can end up being a bit too much to handle if you're sensitive

A lot more accommodating than Randal though, if you need a break, he'll let you. It can be tiring to be folded with your legs in the air as he sucks on your overstimulated clit. You sweet thing ^^

2. Luther

Very delicate. Almost far too careful, treating you like a five course meal

Every part of you is so precious to him so he makes sure his long fingers and sharp teeth won't ever hurt you

His tongue likes to move in slow, deliberate strokes, thumb rhythmically rubbing against your clit as firm hands grip along your inner thigh

His ability to focus on a specific task means he’ll be down there for a while, so just keep your legs steady on his shoulders, pet ♡

1. Nyon

Gives the best head.

Doesn't complain, doesn't wait for you to initiate, isn't too fast or slow, knows all the right spots and patterns

He picks up on what you like quickly. Incredibly attentive to your tastes, loves to see you melt and moan when he eats you out just right

Secretly prides himself on making you come just from his mouth. Why shouldn't he? He tries very hard for you, Родная<3

Gets so much satisfaction from giving. Fully devoted to making you feel good until you’re completely spent

He doesn’t tend to ask for anything in return, content enough with just settling his face between your thighs. Ignore that wet spot on his crotch… you just get him so excited when you tug at his hair!

[shitsndgiggs]

hey Kaya!

you probably are sick of me in your requests but I absolutely love your work! So I have one for Pau cubarsi. Where reader meets him at a cafe and acts for his autograph etc. like she is a big fan and he ends up asking her out. And two years later they always go back to that coffee shop on that date. So it could be set in the future where they are remembering how they met! Tysm x

A/N: You can request anytime you want 🫶🏻 I will never get sick of it

A CUP OF MEMORIES - PAU CUBARSÍ

You and Pau remembering how you met

Pau Cubarsí x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

The small café was buzzing with its usual mid-morning crowd, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Soft chatter and the gentle clinking of cups created a comforting background noise.

Pau and I sat at our favorite table by the window, the same table we had occupied two years ago, on this exact date.

Pau’s hand rested on top of mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my skin as we sipped our drinks. “Can you believe it’s been two years?” he asked, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “No, it feels like yesterday. I still remember that day so clearly…”

I had been a nervous wreck when I walked into the café that day. I was meeting a friend for coffee, but they had texted last minute to say they were running late. I decided to order a cappuccino and find a spot to wait.

As I scanned the room, my heart nearly stopped. There, sitting just a few tables away, was Pau. Pau Cubarsi.

The player I had admired for years, the one I had watched in countless matches, cheering him on from my living room or stadium seats.

I felt a flutter of excitement and a wave of nerves all at once. Should I say something? I didn’t want to come off as some overzealous fan, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance!

Before I could second-guess myself, I took a deep breath and walked over to his table.

“Hi,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… you’re Pau Cubarsi, right?”

Pau looked up, a friendly smile instantly lighting up his face. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replied, setting down his coffee. “And you are…?”

I blushed, suddenly feeling awkward. “Oh, I’m just… a really big fan. I’ve been following your career for years. Would it be okay if I got an autograph?”

His smile widened. “Of course!” He grabbed a napkin and a pen from his bag. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I replied, trying to steady my breathing.

He scribbled down a quick message on the napkin, adding his signature at the end before handing it back to me. “Here you go, Y/N. I hope I didn’t disappoint.”

I laughed nervously, clutching the napkin like it was a precious relic. “Not at all, you’re even nicer in person.”

We chatted for a few minutes—what felt like an eternity to me—until I noticed my friend finally walk in.

I apologized to Pau and thanked him again for the autograph, feeling a little sad to leave. But as I turned to go, he called out after me.

“Hey, Y/N!” he said, standing up and taking a few steps closer. “This might be a bit forward, but… would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?”

I blinked, stunned for a moment. Was he serious? Was Pau actually asking me out?

“I—I’d love that,” I stammered, my heart racing.

“Great,” he grinned. “How about this time next week? Here, same time?”

“Deal,” I said, unable to stop smiling.

I laughed softly at the memory. “I was so nervous. I couldn’t believe you were actually asking me out. I almost thought it was a joke.”

Pau chuckled, squeezing my hand gently. “And I was just hoping you wouldn’t say no. I couldn’t believe I was asking a random stranger out in a café.”

I grinned. “Well, I’m glad you did. Look where we are now.”

He leaned forward, his expression softening. “So am I. Best decision I ever made.”

We sat there for a moment, basking in the comfort of the café and the memories that filled the space.

Every year, on this exact date, we’d come back to this café and reminisce about that first meeting. It had become a tradition, a celebration of the day that changed everything.

“Do you remember what you wrote on that napkin?” I asked, my eyes glinting with curiosity.

Pau laughed. “How could I forget? ‘To Y/N, the most beautiful fan I’ve ever met. Hope to see you again soon. — Pau.’”

I blushed, just like I had that day. “I still have it, you know. It’s tucked away in a drawer at home.”

He grinned, looking pleased. “Maybe we should frame it. A little piece of history.”

I laughed. “Maybe we should.”

The barista called out our names, and Pau went to grab our drinks. When he came back, he handed me my cup and sat down with a playful smile.

“So,” he said, leaning forward, “do you regret coming over to me that day?”

I shook my head, smiling wide. “Not for a second. Best decision I ever made.”

He reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, here’s to two years… and many more to come.”

We clinked our coffee cups together, both of us smiling like lovesick teenagers.

[kwaanie]

"the taste of a kiss"

bff!yang jungwon x fem!bff!reader

wc: 900, fluff & tiny tiny angst, just idiots inlove but theyre too much of an idiot to realize, not proofread

your friendship with jungwon has crossed several lines over the years. i mean youve been friends since you both were in diapers — it was bound to happen, right?

many people have told you before that this wasnt normal ; friends dont pay so much attention to the other ones laugh, friends dont ditch their dates in favor of hanging out with one another, friends dont get jealous of the other hanging out with someone else

and friends especially dont ask to kiss their friends on the lips

"im sorry, what?"

the stunned face jungwon wore brought heat to your cheeks, making you not want to repeat the words youve suddenly uttered. ".. can you kiss me?"

you didnt think it was an unusual request! — after all you had a totally valid reason

"its just so i dont embarrass myself with my future significant other, thats all!" right, totally a valid and very true reason

it isnt like youre trying to find an excuse to kiss your best friend.. totally not

"mhm, yeah no." he concluded, going back to phone while successfully hiding the way his cheeks were turning cherry red

with a small huff, you sat by his side at the couch — practically melting into his side as you clung to his arm like a koala. "wonnie-ah, please? with a cherry on top?"

"you dont need to know how to kiss because you wont be with anyone anytime soon" he replied half-heartedly, trying to cover up the shakiness of his voice

jungwon has practiced the art of deceiving with how its become second nature for him to lie over his true intentions ; like he doesnt want to kiss you, be with you

"okay, rude! didnt need to call me out like that" the banter brought a small chuckle from jungwons lips — slightly easing the tension that has built since the beginning of this conversation

"just indulge me for today, will you? pretty please?" you gave your best puppy eyes. jungwon scoffed as he shook his head lightheartedly, "when have i never indulged you?"

you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "alright you got me! whats adding another favor to the list"

the room went quiet as you watched jungwon ponder over your request — youve never seen him this serious before. sweat was slowly building up at your nape, the hands clutching the sleeves of his sweatshirt suddenly becoming too clammy for your liking.

"i-if you really dont wa-"

"fine, ill do it."

honestly, you really werent expecting him to agree to this at all. "uhh- are you sure? won-ah i was just joking around! .. kind of! you dont have to-"

"but i want to" he replied without a thought. jungwon seemed to realize how eager he mustve sounded and his confidence disappeared in a snap — immediately reverting back to his previous nervous demeanor

too busy keeping his composure, jungwon failed to notice the way the four simple words affected you — your lips have parted from surprise and your heart suddenly skipped a beat

you were brought out of your daze when jungwon held his finger in front of you. "you owe me for this, by the way" the furrow of his brow pulled a small laugh from you as you nodded your head. he seemed satisfied with your response

"so how do we go about thi- oh!" jungwons hands found purchase around your waist as he pulled you even closer to him than before, your hands landing on his shoulders — seeking for something to hold onto

from this view — you could see every little imperfections of his that you adored ; the subtle glow of his skin, and the tinted lips of his youve always daydreamed about — whether or not it was as plump and soft as it looked

today — youll finally find out

jungwon caught your wandering gaze unbeknownst to you. feeling encouraged, one of his hands cupped your cheek as he brought you impossibly closer — tilting your head up to meet his eyes

suddenly, everything felt like it was on slow notion. jungwons hand slowly slid to the back of you head as he leaned further into your space. you can feel his breath lightly grazing your skin — your noses barely an inch away

jungwons hooded eyes were drawn to the plush of your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. the simple act was all it took for you to move first to connect yourself together

the feeling of his lips on your own felt surreal. it felt like two puzzle pieces finally becoming one. it was slow, soft, and utterly perfect. like your lips were moulded for one another

it felt like hours before you pulled away. a giggle erupted from you when jungwon followed, already missing your touch — like a moth drawn to a flame. both of you were cherry red after the realization actually hit

youve just kissed your best friend. on the lips. for real

uncertainty filled the room at the question of what now? how will this affect your friendship?

you cleared your throat and uttered the words that broke jungwons heart. he thought maybe he had a chance now — you seemed to have both liked the kiss so maybe- just maybe he ...

"this is just practice? right won-ah? it wont change anything between us"

maybe he didnt have a chance afterall

© kwaanie — reposting/editing/copying is strictly prohibited !

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi, I love your wiriting SO much! I was wondering if you'd be able to write something for the Sugar Crush AU with a protective Koo? You can throw some angst with fluff ending perhaps?

Love your work! Keep it up 💜💜💜

A/N: this became a lot longer than just a short moment OOF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH-

Your entire life, you've been a coward.

You don't like confrontation, you always tend to be swayed into things you don't actually like doing just because you can't say no, and you never really stand your ground even if you should in many situations. You're easy to take advantage of, you let people trample all over you- and due to that, you rather began distancing yourself from everyone instead of trying to become more brave.

It was the easiest way out, after all.

Outside of the grocery store, there's a bunch of drunk hybrids and humans, currently angrily yelling at each other, profanities flying so hard it feels like it's only a matter of time until they begin to physically fight as well.

Technically, you can just walk past. But you're scared, rather trying to seem occupied while keeping an eye on the people outside the small corner store, no sign of them stopping anytime soon making your anxiety rise.

You don't have anyone you can call to pick you up. You're too ashamed to ask the cashier to escort you out the store either. What the hell are you supposed to do?

"Hey uh- I wanna close. Please finish up alright?" The man asks, and you nod.

Your eyes sting with unsched tears as you take out your phone, just to spot a notification from Jungkook- a message you hadn't noticed he'd sent an hour prior, asking how you were doing.

You call his number with shaky hands.

"Oh hey!" His voice chirps from the other side. "Didn't think you'd call. How're you doing?" He asks, and you flinch when something crashes outside.

"Uhm.. are you- are you doing anything important right now?" You ask, and there's some shuffling heard in the background, before he answers.

"Lazing around on the couch, nothing much. You sound a bit nervous-" he asks. "-You alright?"

"I- there's.. okay this might sound.. stupid but, I'm getting groceries right now-" you explain quietly, "-but outside there's.. people fighting and uhm.. m' scared." You say, and jungkook hums a reply.

"Where' you at pup?" He simply says, on the other end of the line getting up to grab his keys and jacket, slipping into his shoes. "I can come pick you up."

You give him the location of the store, and he assures you he'll be there soon, as you walk to checkout your items. The commotion outside is still loud, and the young man scanning your items sighs. "You going home alone?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Good. I've called police already, you should stay in until someone picks you up." The human advises, and you simply nod again silently, watching as the guy packs up your items.

There's a car parking close by, headlights shining around for a moment before the engine is shut down.

And then, the familiar wolf hybrid walks in, who visibly brightens up at the sigh of you, his tail wagging.

"Hey." He greets, thanking the cashier and taking the bags to carry them for you. "They're really going at it outside there, aren't they?" He comments as you walk towards the automatic doors. "You can hold onto me, by the way. It's not weird, I promise." He reassures softly, and you take that chance right away, holding onto his arm as he shields you from the fighting people now being held back from each other by police.

In his car, he lets you guide him to your place, it's quiet except for the quiet radio playing in the background. "You can always call me for stuff like this, by the way." He opens conversation at a red light, looking over at you. "I promise you're no bother."

"Its just.. stupid." You mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"Hmhm, I guess that's what you've been taught." He shrugs, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. "But it's not." He says. "But, dropping that- you wanna hang out this weekend?" He asks, and you look at him in wonder almost, for a second stunned that he's not even mentioning you not messaging him much. "Dont do that-" he laughs suddenly, "-I'm driving!" He scolds.

"Wha- I didn't do anything?" You ask, confused, but he shakes his head.

"Anyways, answer my question." He avoids the question, and you nod.

"I.. I mean, you can stay over too? I have a couch you could sleep on, if you want.." you offer, and he shrugs.

"If you want me to stay over I totally can." He nods.

"But not.. for, stuff." You shake your head.

"I know. Wasn't my intention." He reassures. "Won't even hug you if you don't want that."

"...hm." You nod, a little deflated. You would've actually liked that. But that might be unfair to him, considering he's aiming for an actual relationship- and hugging is an intimate act, isn't it? It would be a little selfish to want hugs and skinship but not offer him anything in return. Wait- maybe he shouldn't come over then.

"I uh, actually think I have something up on Saturday." You start, and he chuckles.

"Alright." He parks the car, turning off the engine before he turns towards you, only the orange interior lights illuminating him, hybrid eyes reflecting a little. "Talk to me."

"..I am?" You say, but he shakes his head.

"You're not. You're just reacting to what I say, until something sets you off and makes you try and escape." He says, basically stripping you naked of your usual armor. "I know this will make you uncomfortable, but I don't like stuff like this. Is there really something you have to do on Saturday, or are you trying to make something up so I leave you alone?"

You stay silent, staring at your shoes.

"Got it." He nods, crossing his arms. "So what made you try and run away just now?" He asks again, watching you.

"..I don't know." You meekly answer to yourself mostly, feeling like a scolded child.

"I believe that, to be honest." He chuckles softly.

"I just.. you said you wouldn't hug me, but- what if I want that?" You ask, and he laughs at that, watching you with a look of endearment.

"Oh puppy, alright, fuck-" he laughs. "Okay wait wait wait, let's make a deal here." He calms down. "I'll do anything you want-" He offers, still smiling, "-and in return, you tell me every thought you have from now on. No more 'trying to figure it out yourself', since that's clearly not working well." He offers, leaning closer to you.

"I want a kiss." You blurt out, and without laughing or even commenting, he simply shrugs, leaning over to you to peck your cheek.

"See?" He grins, watching your wildly wagging tail and your red cheeks. "You've got so many great thoughts in your head-" the wolf comments,

"-and I wanna hear all of them."

[chaosduckies]

Restoration (Chapter 4)

I am absolutely brain dead. Anyways, a little bit of lore on Ryker because I’ve barely given any on him, andddd Lucky is back!

Word Count: 4,100

CW: Fear, Panic attacks, Anxiety, (I think that’s all for this one)

4-Nathan 

After yesterday I couldn’t help but feel bad for Ryker. He didn’t lie about staying after class and talking with Mrs. Kay. He stayed behind and talked as I rushed my way back home. I had no idea what they talked about, or what we were going to do. Not that I had a decision in the matter. 

If Ryker hadn’t caught on that I was terrified of him after yesterdays display, then I don’t know how he’ll figure it out. Just being with him for half a day and I almost immediately curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t help that I was scared. I was broken in all the wrong places and whatever pieces that were missing weren’t going to be found anytime soon. It’s just, that I kind of wish I’d be able to apologize for the way I had acted to him yesterday. 

Guilt built up inside me the longer I thought about it on my way to school. My mom had asked me the night before how everything went, and I just told her it was okay. It most definitely was not. I felt scared, anxious, and nervous all at the same time. My stomach twisted at this horrible idea I had in my head. I hadn’t even made it to the front doors of my school before my knees nearly buckled underneath me. 

A few shaky breaths and I forced myself through the hundred of students. My heart pounding in my chest, the way all the voices around me were muffled, the way I felt dizzy. This was a horrible idea. Even my own body knew that. 

I made it to the classroom, mindful to keep closer to the wall so I’m not stepped on as people moved around trying to get their newly-made friends. The mini-office was closed today, meaning that Ryker would be somewhere in this classroom, and it wasn’t hard to spot the same black hoodie in the back of the classroom. 

He was on his phone, looking like he was texting someone. Not my business. What was my business was how I was going to apologize to him. I owe him so much. This was my bad idea. Mainly for me at least. I probably won’t be able to get the words out. Or I might stutter every second and he’d be confused. Heck, I might talk but it’s be quiet and I’d have to repeat it all to him. I only really had once chance before my body shuts down on me and he’d see yet another pathetic display come from me. 

I made my way there, noticing the slight uneasiness on his face. He was still texting. Good news for me then. He won’t have to see me struggle to walk even closer than I’ve ever willingly done before. 

Today, the elevator up was the longest trip I’ve made yet. Everything felt slowed once again, but this time a rising anxiousness built up inside. What would he think of me afterwards? Would he think I was the small, puny, bug he probably thinks I am? What was I doing? This was a bad idea. 

As soon as I heard a ding, I took a deep breath, hoping he was still texting away on his phone. It took me a while to convince my body to move, but I managed it. My mind pictured the same torturers in front of me. Smiling with a wide grin as I limped over as they had intersected me to. I’m not there anymore. I had to remind myself before peaking out and nearly letting out a squeak when I realized his attention was all on me now. Even if he still had his phone out, his gaze was on me. 

I retreated back into the safety of the elevator, hearing him finishing whatever he was typing and shove his phone back in his pocket. Suddenly everything was so loud to me. Was that normal? I don’t think so. My mind was racing and my heart was beating so fast it might just rip right out of my chest. Was it out of fear? 

Even though I know Ryker saw me, he never said anything. Nothing at all. Great. Something else to apologize about. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. If I hadn’t came up with this dumb plan, then maybe I would of had an easier time getting out, but now that I know he’ll be giving me his full attention, all confidence was sucked dry out of me. 

I kept Ryker waited for what felt like hours for me. But the bell still hadn’t rang. Nearly five minutes had passed. He was oddly patient. Or maybe just another trick to make me blindly fall into another cage. Tears stung my eyes, but I wiped them away before they could fall. Just do it. Nothing could be worse than being kidnapped and tortured. So, whatever Ryker was going to do to me eventually, he might as well do it now. 

Even though my body screamed at me to press the down button on the elevator and get the heck out of here, I stayed put. I wasn’t just going to make Ryker deal with my insolence and not apologize for the way I act. I’m pretty I’m the cause of all his stress lately. Just another thing to feel guilty about. 

I took my first steps out for what seemed like the first day all over again. Ryker was tapping on the desk rhythmically, one hand holding his head up. It sounded like a familiar song, but I didn’t focus on that. I focused on taking my extremely shaky steps towards him. It wasn’t long before he caught sight of me, sitting up and keeping his hands on the desk. I was not counting on that, but I’ll just deal with it. 

I hate how hard it was just for me to say “I’m sorry.” All the fear in my body was taking control and telling me to head back, but I just had to force myself to stay. The closer I was, the more my heart seemed to skip a beat. The more my breaths became more frequent. A panic attack now was the worst time. 

Once I was as close as my body would allow, I took time to calm myself down so my words didn’t come out slurred or stuttered as much. Yup. All this just so the guilt would go away. It would be worth it in the end. 

My head wouldn’t look up to see his reaction, so I just had to guess that he was just as shocked as I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Great. I knew this would happen. My voice never fails to stop working when I really needed it. Just great. 

I heard moving, which made my head pick up instinctively, seeing that Ryker was standing up, a sorry look on his face. Wait no… Did I do something wrong? Why wasn’t he talking? Was it because I was taking too long? Did he finally grow tired of me? No. Nononono. That’s not what I wanted. Why can’t I do anything right? 

He placed his hand on the edge of the desk again, the same look on his face. I did do something wrong, didn’t I? The realization hit me like a cannonball. Whatever I did, he obviously hated me for it. Even more guilt gets piled up on top of me. How do I manage to mess everything up when we’ve only really “hung out” for one day? 

I opened my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out. Why does life hate me so much? I just wanted to say I was sorry for everything I’ve done and way I act. Heck, I was even going to apologize for the incident at lunch the other day. He shouldn’t of had to save me. 

My body was acting on it’s own, taking a step back as my body trembled and I hung my head down in defeat. I knew this was a bad idea. 

Ryker’s hand moved to the side as he sat back down, his hand too close for comfort but I brought it upon myself for being this close. My entire body felt like crawling under my blankets and crying myself to sleep. Life really did hate me. I just wanted to talk… Even if it meant I couldn’t keep the conversation going. At least apologize. That was my only goal for the day. That long with surviving anyways. 

“Are you all right, Nathan? You don’t look too good…” He had asked me. And I made the mistake of shaking my head in all honesty. 

———Ryker———

My heart fell. I’ve never seen someone so afraid and shaky before. Never. 

What was I supposed to do? Nathan’s never talked to before. I know nothing about him. He could say the same about me, but still. It’s just that I didn’t know what he was so afraid of. I don’t want to force him to do anything, and the only real way I know how to calm a person down is to hug or give them what they need. I live with five siblings I have to take care of, they feel comfortable around me so I know what calms them down and what doesn’t. 

Nathan is comfortable around me. 

I didn’t know his boundaries, I didn’t know why he seemed like he wanted to do something but couldn’t, and I really didn’t know how to calm him down. Hands weren’t even an option since I’ve noticed he jumps and scoots away every time I was getting something from my bag yesterday. I’ve noticed that he moves away from me when he thinks he’s in my way. And I’ve most definitely  noticed that he never does anything unless he knows for sure it was okay to do. Looking for validation before doing anything. 

Looking around the room, there were still a lot of people trying to get around before the first bell. Not that I cared though. I was more worried about what to do. I knew absolutely nothing about him. Only that we were both seniors. 

Nathan stole a quick glance up at me, hanging his head down almost immediately. But I swear I see him trying to speak. Was that what he was trying to do? Was he self conscious about his voice or something? Or was it just that I was making him nervous? Most likely the second since every time he does try to speak my attention is always on him. Was that why he was scared? He didn’t like attention? I didn’t know. 

He picks his head up again, but I made the mistake of looking down once again and seeing his mouth forming words but nothing coming out. He covers his mouth and ducks his head again. That was it. He doesn’t want me to watch him say whatever he was about to say. Social anxiety? 

Still, I can tell he’s trembling like crazy and he’s not even in my hand yet. I noticed that yesterday too. Just what happened to him? 

I tried making up ways in my head how he would be able to talk without me paying attention, but nothing came to mind. If anything, I just really wanted to hear what he was trying to say to me. I don’t even care if it’s something rude towards me. The little guy already has a hard time just being comfortable around me, so I think it’s a step forward if he’s trying to talk. He probably would hate me if I had called him that nickname though. It suits him though. He’s shorter than most humans, and he seems like a really sweet guy. 

“If you’re trying to say something you can take your time. We have all week. I can wait.” I gave a smile in hopes that he wouldn’t dwell on this the entire day. I haven’t mentioned anything about the lunch incident either since I guess he didn’t want to talk about it after he just ran off. Oh. Maybe he felt guilty for running away? 

Shaking my head at the thought, I let out a hand for him to get onto. It worried me that he could never keep his balance when he had only taken one step on, but he had never done it before. It’s expected. Maybe later on I could help him out with that? Then what Mrs. Kay told me yesterday hung in the back of my head. 

“Nathan has trouble being around giants. I’m just using this class to get him used to it. The real world won’t be so kind to him if you don’t do this. Plus, I’m sure you’re the perfect one for the job.” 

What did that mean? How was I the perfect one for the job? Almost everyone in the school avoids me after my parents… never mind. But still, everyone thought I was so mentally unstable that I could be thrown into a psych ward any day now. I didn’t appreciate the statement, but part of that isn't wrong. So how was I supposed to help him? 

Nathan took shaky steps forward, and cautiously climbing into my palm, but still managed to fall over. I would help, but he doesn’t like being touched. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to do this. It just  takes some time, and I’m very patient. 

We did the same thing as yesterday. Sat down in class and as placed my journal full of unused notes on the desk, he moves away. I didn’t know if he thought he was in my way, or if he just didn’t like being near anything that he thought would kill him. There was no telling. It wasn’t like I was going to just blindly throw something on my desk without taking into consideration that he might be freaked out by that. Especially since he’s just a little taller than the width of my fingers. 

I remember when I first saw him, my first thought was: He’s really small. And that’s saying something since I have a younger human sister that’s barely turning five this next month. But I also thought that he was really nice. And he is, but it’s not in the way I had imagined. What was he hiding that made him so scared?  

———Nathan———

Stupid. I was so stupid. I completely exposed myself to Ryker, and all he did was say that I could take my time. Why was Ryker so nice? I wasn’t used to that! Coming from a giant too? No. It’s a definite lie. He was somehow patient with me even when I took all the time in the time in the world. Every single time I’m overthinking something or just really torn up, he gives a smile, like he knows what’s going on in my mind. I was so confused. 

The day went by fast, and nearly every class period I tried to talk. Heck, at this point it would be great just to make any kind of noise, even when I know that he’d laugh at me. I think it was 6th period when I managed to get a word out, but he didn’t hear me. As expected. Why was this so hard for me? 

During his seventh period, he set me down by the human sized doors and sat down on the same couch as before, reading the same book as yesterday. The other three people sat at the table playing Uno yet again, laughing their butts off while the librarian was putting away some books.  

I headed through the doors of the human library, seeing that there was an entire freshman class in here. That was surprise. Probably getting books for a project or report or something. Though, I did spot one familiar face as I sat down on the couch in the corner. The one that saved me during lunch the other day. Lucky. 

It was maybe fifteen minutes after their class had all grabbed whatever books they needed and sat down talking. It was loud, but it’s not like it bothered me. I mean, I was supposed to be in calculus right now. I’d much rather prefer this. 

My head was buried in a book when someone had sat next to me. I nearly jumped, but just looked over to see that is was Lucky. Why would he even come over here to me? Wasn’t he supposed to be with his class? Obviously it didn’t stop him from talking to me. Wait. Maybe I could ask about Ryker? They seem to be good friends even though I’ve never seen them talk besides on Monday. 

“You’re…. Nathan? That’s what Ryker called you, right?” He had on a smile and still sat almost an entire head taller than me while sitting down. Makes sense. But it was kind of embarrassing when a freshman was so much more taller that their upperclassmen. It makes me feel even more insecure. 

I replied with a nod, never looking directly at him. I was scared he might say something. Just like a list of my many, many fears. 

“Why’d you run out the other day? Y’know, during lunch?” How did I know he was going to ask that? Someone would have eventually. Just, I didn’t expect it to be brought up so casually. I mean, why did he even care? Did I make him angry by running off? Did I hurt his feelings that I didn’t give an apology or a thank you? I cringed at the thought, but I knew I had to face it. 

“I… Um, I was scared. So I-I’m sorry for r-running, and th-thank so much for g-getting me out of there.” I bit my tongue for stuttering the last bit. At least if he’s angry at me I’ll know that I did thank him at least. That’s one guilt off my chest. Still, I have to tell Ryker, and he’s harder to talk to given that my own body goes against me every time I try to talk or even get the slightest bit closer so he can hear me. Life hated me so much. 

“Anytime,” Lucky had started, “My brother said something about some kind of project with you two? I wasn’t paying attention.” Brother? Where did that come from? I don’t even know who he’s talking about. Was he in my class? Was he one of the people watching as I failed miserably to make some kind of interaction? 

“Brother?” Lucky’s eyes shot wide, then he bursted out laughing. Did I do something wrong? Or embarrassing? And suddenly, I felt dozens of eyes on me. His whole class was looking at us. I gulped, burying my head. This was fine. Just ignore them and they’ll go away, yeah… 

“Well, I’m the adopted one, but Ryker is my older brother.” Lucky explained to me. Oh. What. How does that work? Ryker was a giant, and Lucky was human. It’s not entirely abnormal for a human to be adopted by a giant family, but I never understood how they even live through that. Even if the human manages to escape, they’re legally owned by that family. But besides the point, that made things a million times harder for me. Anything I said to Lucky, he would tell Ryker. Great. 

“So how’s that project going?” Lucky had asked, a chuckle escaping his mouth. I shook my head, groaning. I don’t need to be reminded that I was making things harder for Ryker. It’s not my fault! I guess in a sense it is though. Since my mind obviously can’t forget what happened a nearly a year ago. 

Lucky pulled out his phone, texted someone, the shoved it back in his pocket, “You get used to Ryker after a while. He’s a nice guy.” So everyone’s said. I believe them though. Ryker’s done nothing but be patient with me and try to make some kind of progress on getting me to open up. I’m the problem.

Lucky’s teacher had called everyone to get back to class, letting him know to leave, “Oh hey, you should come over on Friday. I heard that was part of your little… trust exercises?” He smiled and left with his class. What? He knew about that? Did that mean Ryker has talked about me to him? Oh that did not bring me any peace of mind. Not at all. If he has, what has he said? That I was impossible to deal with? I was infuriating? 

And suddenly I wasn’t so confident about this week anymore. 

———Ryker———

Lucky had texted me that he was talking to Nathan. I mean, that offered some kind of relief, but not entirely. Lucky could be… ecstatic at times. Especially when he was meeting new people. Or when he was around Dylan is was five times worse. Luckily, that wasn’t possible so I didn’t dwell on it too much. But, I did plan on inviting Nathan over to my house this Friday or sometime during the weekend. Since Mrs. Kay denied my request to take this off the long list of things I already had to do. Not that I would mind him over. It’s just that he might be a little surprised to see everyone. 

Nathan seemed a little more uneasy after his talk with Lucky, which really worried me. What did Lucky say? Or better yet, what was Nathan thinking? It seemed like the more important question. I’m sure Lucky told Nathan that we were brothers, but I doubt he told them about everyone else. That would have been a lot to go over. Not that he won’t find out eventually. Nathan still hasn’t said what he wanted to say this morning. Whatever it was. I was anxious to hear, but at the same time I knew he was having some problems. 

Last period was the same as yesterday. Just another day to get to know one another better, but I’ve made no progress at all. I’d like to at least know what his favorite color is at this point, but I’m sure he was wondering the same about me. I haven’t told him anything about me either. 

Currently, Nathan was sitting on my desk facing me just like everyone else. Not what he usually does, but that’s fine. Maybe Lucky had actually helped him instead of freaking him out? Maybe. A slight possibility. 

“Everything alright?” I had asked, easing some of my relief. I was actually really worried about him. I’ve never encountered someone so afraid in my entire life, and that was saying something. 

He nodded his head, playing with his hands. Nervous? I could never tell with him. How do I break it to him that Mrs. Kay is making him come over to my house? She knows that it can get a little chaotic and with my newfound knowledge that he has a hard time being around giants, this might not be the best match-up. I’ve noticed that Nathan doesn’t like people acknowledging him or even looking at him. Does it give him anxiety? Probably. Explains why he was struggling to talk to me. It only made me feel even more bad for him.

I guess if I was going to tell him it would be now. He’d have to know anyways, “Hey, um, I asked about you not being able to come over, and she just said that it would be better if you came over anyways. I’m sorry, really.” I saw him cringe back and nod his head sadly. I wondered why he was so uncomfortable with the idea of going over to my house though. Him knowing about my… predicament is something, but he didn’t know. So it was really weird to see him so scared and shaky when Mrs. Kay brought up the idea yesterday. 

“So how does Friday sound? We have a separate human part of the house if you get too overwhelmed and I’ll take you back home anytime? How’s that?” I tried to somewhat calm him down, but for some reason I think it might have the opposite affect on him. Oh good going Ryker. Just great. Give him another reason to be scared. 

To my surprise, he nodded. This could either go horribly wrong, or great. Only one way to find out. 

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This chapter for some reason was hard to write so I’m sorry if it’s not like the past three chapters. I’m pretty sure I wrote half of this at three in the morning so if it sounds weird that’s three a.m. me. Thank you for reading though! Asks are always open if you have questions about anyone!

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance

Dean x Reader

Part 4 🥰

A/N: Okay y'all this is where the magic is, it truly starts here...🥰🐞

Warnings: Some light swearing, Some Sexual Content, Anger, and that's about it🙈

It's been days, no really weeks since you've seen Dean around, Bobby told you, that he and Dean talked about what happened to you after seeing you in tears, you wouldn't say your angry at him for telling Dean, just a bit nervous, maybe even disappointed, you started falling for this man with his charming smile and now all that has gone to hell. His just going to look at you, with eyes filled with pity, thinking that your some little broken version of that 20-year old girl, well your not, your stronger because of it.

You asked for your order of vanilla latte to go, not feeling up too running into him, anger flushes your cheeks, yes your angry, at him, for meddling and not giving you the chance so that he could really get to know you, without all the drama. Thanks Julie, your voice sounded more distant, than you wanted it to. Trying to get a cab to pull over and pick you up, is clearly not in the cards for you today, well I'll just walk then, you mumbled too yourself. Throwing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. Searching for your phone in your purse, while walking, was not a good idea, you bumped into something, looking at what it was, that's when you saw him, sun shining through his hair, damnit you said underneath your breath, Dean!

Hey, he says, a small smile tugging at his perfectly, kissable lips, sorry I didn't see you, you strutter, oh its okay, I'm glad I get too see you though, his green eyes, piercing through your soul.

Well I need to go, your voice a little more shaky than anticipated. No wait! Dean says. I don't want to wait, I don't want you looking at me, like I'm going to break anytime soon, I don't want too see the damn pity in your eyes, you ruined everything ,the words roll over her lips.

His flinching at the anger in your voice, what? I haven't said a word, nor have I looked at you with pity, I wouldn't do that. I just... Deciding you heard enough of him, your heart can't take it anymore, you turn around, started walking towards the other side, swaying your hips, like your showing the irritation and anger, that's inside you. Not turning back once to see what he's doing, you wanted to, but you knew you couldn't, it would be like your heart is betraying your mind, so you just walk on.

.....

Looking at you while you walk away, surprised look on his face. Damn this woman will be the death of me, he thinks, biting his lip, while watching you sway your hips, like some kitty cat that couldn't get her will. I'll leave her alone then, that's the right thing to do.

Hell no, you will not Dean Winchester, man up fool, he gives himself a little pep talk, before sprinting towards your direction.

Right behind you, he grabs your hand, wait he said, you flung to him, wanting to spit some fire to him, but before warning, his lips crashes to yours, it started out gently, but the closer your bodies came, the more your lips did the talking, and your tongues just along for the ride, his fingers tangled in your loose hanging hair, all while the other hand is on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. You slightly standing on your tippy toes, so he doesn't have to bent done as much, forgetting where you two finds yourself, the kiss goes deeper, neither of you can hold it anymore, the two of you needs to come up for air, breathing heavily still snug in each others arms, he is the one to break the silence first, sweetheart he says still out of breath but satisfied with himself, I don't pity you, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you, and I probably never will. Your brave and free, you are strong and a bit cheeky, he let's out a little laugh.

You look up too him, into his eyes, searching and that's when you can see it he means every single word he says... Tears burning, to spill over the edges, you can't quite seem to find the words, how much it meant, hearing him say that, thoughts racing through your mind, he doesn't wait another second, for his lips to find yours again, standing out in the open, on such a cold day, first sign of snow flakes falling but you never felt so warm in your life, you thought, getting lost in the rhythm of your dancing tongues.

[cuddlepilefics]

Anxious stomach

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Jisung was schedule to appear in a game show, which in and of itself wasn’t that much out of the ordinary. However, he hadn’t really done that without any of the other members present. This show would be a pretty big deal too with high viewing figures and a live audience present. Although Jisung was a little excited to make an appearance there, he was at least as nervous if not more because he wouldn’t be there alongside his members. The shoot was scheduled for the following day but Jisung already couldn’t focus on anything. He sat in Chan’s studio supposed to write songs but he just couldn’t come up with anything. His thoughts circling around the upcoming schedule only, making his stomach flutter just thinking about it. Chan and Changbin had caught on a while ago but didn’t mention it though the sound of Jisung tapping his foot was truly irritating the longer it went on. 

“Ji”, Changbin called, “Breathe.” He had called his dongsaeng’s name a couple of times, wanting to discuss a verse he had written but got no reaction. When he turned, he found the younger staring at a spot on the wall, face blank. Snapping out of his stupor, Jisung drew a shaky breath and looked up at his hyungs. Chan gently took his hand, noting how clammy it was, and hummed: “Do you need to take a breather?” The younger shook his head. “S-Sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about this show”, Jisung stammered, his leg bouncing faster now. “Yeah, we can tell”, Changbin said softly, “And that’s alright but if you need to step out, take a little break or something, we can do that.” Since it didn’t seem like their dongsaeng was going to make a decision anytime soon, Chan figured the best they could do was to distract him from his worries, so they kept talking to him a lot more, actively asking him for ideas, so he’d be forced to think about the song they were working on.

Not wanting his dongsaeng to have to attend such an important schedule while sleep-deprived, Chan made sure they went back to the dorm a bit earlier than usual. It was no guaranty that Jisung would get enough sleep, as he would most likely lie awake stressing about everything that could go wrong or ways he could embarrass himself in front of the camera but that a different problem. While Changbin went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed, Chan sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Plopping down next to the leader, Jisung pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. “Do you want to talk about it?”, the older offered but Jisung shook his head. Picking at his nails, the rapper mumbled: “I’m just- I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve never- I’ve never done that with any of you guys there with me and I can’t stop- I can’t stop thinking about it and now- now my tummy feels funny too and-“ – “Sung, hey. Take a breath in between, yeah?”, Chan reminded softly. Nodding, Jisung drew a breath and shuddered: “Gosh, I feel like I need to be sick.” – “Right now?”, the older asked worriedly. Sure, the rapper looked pale but it had been a while since he had last worked himself up to the point of being physically sick. Shaking his head, Jisung buried his face in his hands and attempted his breathing exercises. “Not right now but my stomach isn’t happy at all”, he muttered, trying to slow his racing heart.

Once Changbin was done in the bathroom, Chan sent Jisung off to get ready for bed before the Aussie himself headed to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped a warm cup of chamomile tea would ease his dongsaeng’s nerves enough for him to fall asleep. Chan had just dropped a teabag into the other’s favorite cup and filled it up with boiling water when he heard the boy cough. Wincing in sympathy, the leader sighed to himself. Jisung had probably started to hyperventilate again, choking on air. Chan quietly made his way to the bathroom as the younger’s cough sounded more strained. Finding his dongsaeng curled around the toilet bowl, he felt his hart break and crouched next to him. The leader gently ran his hand up and down Jisung’s smile and whispered: “You’re okay, Sung. Can you take a deep breath for me?” With trembling fingers the younger reached for his hand and clutched it tightly as he hiccupped, pitching forward with a retch. He just couldn’t seem to get a full breath in before his stomach would seize up.

“That’s it, get it all out if that’s what it takes for your stomach to calm down”, Chan hummed, patting Jisung’s back as the rapper choked up his dinner. The back of his shirt was already completely sweat-through, clinging to his skin. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Jisung could feel his stomach twist and turn under his palm. The repeated gags made his throat ached and there was a pulsing behind his temples from the strain. He was glad that Chan was with him. His vision had already started to get fuzzy around the edges and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out but his hyung was there, a steady rock in a stormy sea. Chan stayed with him as his throat contracted with useless gags, reminding: “Deep breaths, hm? It looks like your empty, so let’s try to breathe together, yeah?” The Aussie demonstrated one of the breathing exercises he knew his dongsaeng used to calm himself down. Jisung tried to mirror him and they breathed together for almost ten minutes, during which Chan flushed the toilet and pulled the boy into his arms. When he finally trusted the younger not to pass out, the leader helped him to his feet and handed him some mouthwash. “S-sorry”, Jisung mumbled, wiping his lips. Shaking his head, Chan denied: “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I made some tea, so if you feel ready to go to bed now, I’ll get it for you.” – “Thank you, hyung”, the rapper breathed, “For the tea and for being there.”

The tea had helped some and Jisung had been able to get at least a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Dread washed over him when he realized what his schedule for the day would be like. He was in a daze as he dressed and got himself ready to head out. Spending the car ride in a daze, Jisung let himself be whisked away to get his hair and makeup done. He felt shaky and faint as he leant into his seat, trying to breathe steadily. Not wanting to get scolded for picking at his nails, the rapper dug them into the armrests of his chair. His stomach cramped, making him wince. Jisung snuck his hand under his shirts and lightly ran his palm over his sore middle.

Jisung paced the dressing room, waiting to be called to go on stage. It had already taken longer than he had anticipated, which gave him all the more time to overthink. Delays weren’t really common when there were live audiences present, so he wasn’t really sure what was happening and why he had to wait. His pacing was eventually interrupted when a staff member came to inform him about a technical issue, which would need to be fixed before they could start. Jisung’s chest grew tight. The audience would surely be far more critical if they were left waiting beforehand. With shaky hands, the rapper unlocked his phone and texted their group chat. He just needed to talk to one of the members for a while, so he wouldn’t go insane while waiting.

What Jisung hadn’t expected was for a security guard to poke his head into the dressing room asking a manager if someone could come in. The rapper didn’t understand the hushed conversation, his eyes widening in surprise when the door opened further. “Hey”, Hyunjin smiled as he pulled his dongsaeng into a hug, “I have a photoshoot only a few buildings down the street and they need to make some adjustments to the set, so I asked if I could visit you while I have to wait.” Jisung nodded, taking everything in as tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t alone anymore. “Aigoo, don’t cry”, the dancer shushed, “Your makeup looks too pretty for that. Are you feeling okay? You didn’t throw up again, did you?” – “I- How’d you-“, the younger stammered, clinging to Hyunjin’s shoulders. Guiding the boy to sit down on a couch, the older whispered: “Heard you last night but I knew Chan was with you, so I figured I better give you some space.” Jisung hummed in acknowledgement, sniffling: “Didn’t throw up again but my tummy really hurts.” – “It’s okay”, Hyunjin smiled as he took a seat on the couch. He pulled his dongsaeng to lie across his lap and offered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy till either of us has to get back to work?”

The dancer’s tummy rubs helped a great deal, distracting him from his nerves. Jisung was lucky enough to be the first one being called up to work, so he wouldn’t have to wait on his own again. He hadn’t expected for the show to go over so smoothly after their initial difficulties but by the end of it, he had actually enjoyed himself despite his stomach still feeling weird. The shoot had almost taken the entire day, so when Jisung made it back to his dorm, he was winded. As he opened the door, all the members were there, cheering for him because they knew how anxious he had been before. “See, you got it over with and I bet you did just fine”, Chan praised as he pulled the younger into a hug, “I’m really proud of you, Sungie. You know that, right?” Rendered speechless by the surprise, Jisung could only nod against his hyung’s shoulder before the other members took turns hugging and congratulating him.

“How do you feel now?”, Hyunjin asked softly as he ruffled his friend’s hair. Smiling, Jisung shrugged: “Relieved, surprised that I actually enjoyed it, I don’t know. My tummy’s still weird but different.” – “I bet you haven’t eaten all day”, Changbin chuckled, “Come on, Minho-hyung made dinner and I bet after a hearty meal your stomach feel much better. We can also watch a movie afterwards.” It was a lighthearted evening after that and Changbin was right, the remaining weird feeling in Jisung’s stomach had been hunger, which was soon quelled when Minho served them dinner.

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~Doppelganger Francis & Doorman Reader~

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You are in charge of keeping a whole apartment safe by managing who gets in or out, it sounded like a pretty simple job however there could always be a slip up during check in. You had grown to know your neighbors well, however there was a particular neighbor amongst them, Francis Mosses, the milkman.

Despite his tired eyes and the mundane job of delivering milk he had a certain calm charm and oddly soothing voice, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him. Regardless, you still checked him as you did to any tenant of the apartment building you're stationed in. 

However this time, it seems you let in one of his doppelgangers who looked a little too similar to the real one. You should've known something was wrong when he started to slightly...flirt with you?

Just as you're ending your shift you felt cold hands grabbing you from behind.

"Mmm... I could say I'm thankful you let me in earlier." He smiles eerily as he whispers in your ear while his hand holds yours, preventing you from reaching the phone to call the D.D.D.

You felt a shiver run up your spine as you were practically pinned against your desk, you had no way of calling for help. Hearing 'Francis' whisper in your ear and feeling his breath against your neck left you feeling a bit flustered, you had to remind yourself that this was a doppelganger of Francis and not truly him. 

Meekly you squirm in his grasp, struggling to figure out just what to do as you were basically at his mercy.

With no way to call for help and no one else being in the front office but you, you were screwed. The only chance you had for escape would be the only door that leads in and out of the office. However with you being held like this you had no way of being able to run to the door.

"P-Please.. let me go." Your voice came out in a soft tone, practically whispering as you felt your heart pounding in your chest. You knew you could do nothing.

‘Francis’ was amused at your clear fear and helplessness as he's got you right where he wants, the doppelganger seemed possessive and obsessed which was a stark difference between him and the real Francis.

"Oh, you really never were the bright one, were you? Why would I let you go..?"

He chuckles, taking you off your chair as he pulls you close to his body, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. With you in his arms he now has full control over you.

"After all, I'll be seeing you more now..won't I?"

 A soft gasp escapes you as you're pulled from your seat with ease, becoming more flustered and nervous from how close you two are now. It had never occurred to you before how strong doppelgangers could be, it caught you off guard how easily ‘Francis’ was able to move you.

"P-Please.." Your voice came out in another whisper, almost as if you weren't truly telling him to let you go and was only putting up a fight for appearances. You couldn't look at the doppelganger as you squirmed in his hold, your body pressed helplessly up against his own.

"Shhh..quiet down, don't want the neighbors to think something is wrong now, do we..?~” ‘Francis’ whispers, still having control and making no move to let you go before beginning to stroke your hair with his free hand.

"Besides..the only words that should be coming from your lips should be begging, am I not right?" He smirks, it seems like the doppelganger isn't going to be letting you go anytime soon.

Despite trying to fight it a shaky whimper escapes your lips as you feel 'Francis' run his fingers through your hair, your heart pounding with both fear and anticipation. 

You knew if you made too much noise someone would likely notice, you didn't want to put your other neighbors in danger so you did your best to keep quiet.

Still unable to look at him, you squeeze your eyes shut. Your body was continuously responding to his touch and words despite you trying your best to fight it. Despite being unable to escape you did your best not to give in to the doppelganger, even as your resistance was slowly slipping you continued to fight it.

As you continue to fight his hold over you and resist his words, the doppelganger doesn't seem to mind, actually he was enjoying it. The thought of making you submit made him grin as his grip on you tightens around your waist, leaving you no way of escape as he brings you closer to him once again.

"Mmm..look at you, fighting so hard..how adorable~" He chuckles lowly again, leaning down to whisper in your ear once more as he strokes your hair gently.

"Now....should I bring you elsewhere to make you cave in to me~?"

You felt another shiver run up your spine, the thought of being taken somewhere else made you feel even more flustered. You had no idea just what he was going to do to you and you had no way to escape, you were completely helpless to whatever the doppelganger decided to do to you.

Despite knowing this you continue to try and resist, meekly putting up a fight you knew you would lose.

"I w-won't give in.." Your words came out as a soft whimper, your body shaking ever so softly at his touch. It was getting harder and harder to resist him and you knew you couldn't resist much longer, your body was betraying you.

‘Francis’ chuckled at your words, amused at you still putting up a fight despite already knowing it was a futile one.

"We'll see about that, won't we~?" He grins, beginning to move you away from the office as he continues to hold you close to his body, a firm grip on your waist as your body's reactions were becoming stronger and stronger, the doppelganger was winning and you knew it.

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A preview of a little something I've been brewing

(This borders on crack fic but also not because clown logic)

Jack is just so silly. Sure he's supposed to be a clown in a kids tv show but sometimes you just can't help but laugh at his little quirks. Like that one time you bumped noses before a kiss and it squeaked. He laughed with you on that one though, this was clearly deferent. All you'd asked is why he never takes his gloves off, how were you supposed to know he'd turn into a stuttering, blushing, adorable, mess?

Ever since, anytime you've brought up his gloves he changes the subject or pretends he has to go do something, you think you'd know if he left the stove on in your own home. So one day you decide enough's enough and sit him down on your bed. You explain that if he's really uncomfortable with you talking about his gloves you'll stop, but if this is something where he feels insecure you two should be able to talk about it

"O-Oh! No, I just-you know how I always say-um..." He sighs "I-It's just...embarrassing" You ask him why "Taking off your gloves is something you only really do with your spouse. That and...my-my hands are...sensitive" You try to hold it in, you really do, but you can't help but snicker "H-Hey! Don't laugh, this is serious" You apologize through your giggles, telling him it's not your fault he's so cute. He pouts but you can tell he's trying to hold off a smile "I am not cute"

Oh, oh, so that's how he wants to play. You ask him why that is "Wha-Sunshine, I am not cute" Oh really? Then why does he have such cute hands "M...My, hands?" You tell him how cute his hands must look beneath his gloves, they don't leave much to the imagination, do they? "Hey! It's not my fault, they didn't have a bigger size" You tell him of course they didn't, it must be hard to find gloves for such big hands

He lets out a shaky breath as you watch a shiver travel the whole length of his spine. Cute. You ask him what happened to mister 'Nothing to be ashamed of' "We-Well that's deferent! Sexual pleasure isn't anything to be ashamed of and if you feel it than you should let yourself without fear" And this is deferent, because? "Wha-I can't just let you see my hands before marriage! That's...it's just not right" Does he actually think that or is that what he's been told?

"I...I mean...huh" If he really isn't comfortable with this you'll drop it, but you'd hate to see him hold himself back from his own desires. He takes a moment to just...think before looking back up to you "...Ok" Ok? "Ok...you can see my hands...I want you to" You lean in and give him a soft kiss before thanking him, you're missing some cultural context but you'll give this the weight it deserves. He visibly melts, his shoulders relax as he sighs in relief

His hands shake as he reaches for the bottom of his glove, but you stop him "I-I'm sorry! Am I going too fast?" You chuckle and ask him if you could take them off "You...ok, but no too fast! Alright?" Of course, you ask him again if he wants this, and then ask him if he wants this right now "Yes, I do, just...I-I'm usually the one behind the wheel, you know?" You tell him he is behind the wheel, he gets to decide how fast or slow this goes, or even if it stops all together. All you can do is reach over and steer

Jack giggles "That doesn't sound very safe Sunshine" It's plenty safe! So long as he remembers his colors "Green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop, go straight to aftercare, and do not collect two hundred dollars" You roll your eyes at the joke but can't help the smile it pulls out of you. You ask him for his color "Green, please...I'm nervous, but it's those good nerves, ya know? Please, take my gloves off Sunshine. I...I need to feel you"

[goldendivinewrath]

@forgivenpunishment

It's not the same fake plastic smile that he tries to plaster on his face when he's trying to convince someone else that he's fine, but the expression is painful in a different way when it's Vash trying to convince himself that he's fine. That Wolfwood is fine, but as the one who physically got the splints and bandages on him, the one who witnessed firsthand how little the serum seemed to do at the time, he--

Maybe he doesn't know better, that may not be it. But he still recognizes the attempt at bravado for what it is without calling it out directly. He can't, or that'll shatter him too.

He doesn't mean to touch, exactly. It's not at the forefront of his consciousness, the need to let his organic fingers gently, lightly run over the other man's skin. Anything, anything he can, anything with his warmth and a pulse within reach. Unconscious or not, he rather bravely settles for the side of Wolfwood's neck, his cheek, his chin; fleeting, nervous touches despite a mostly steady hand. There's so much warmth beneath, maybe too warm, or maybe that's the way it's supposed to be to heal. He should ask.

He doesn't ask. He's almost managed to get it all back together, to get his emotions and the flashbacks of exactly what he's done and seen all nicely, neatly tucked back away when he's thanked and that-- His eyes immediately sting. His vision is warped, watery. He blinks and almost flinches back because he doesn't want to get any tears on the bandages and isn't that a concern to have? He wants to laugh at himself. He tries, but gets as far as a shaky wet breath. He just--

He just needs. A second. A few seconds, just the smallest handful of time to breathe and reign it back in. He's not helping like this. Falling apart is for later. Falling apart is when he's alone again. When there's nothing he needs to do. No one immediately relying on him. "Y-yeah. Anytime." A second attempt at laughter fails, too. Teeth click together as his jaw snaps shut hard so no unwanted sounds can leak through. No sobs. Nothing. It's being strong for someone. Nothing less, nothing more.

Anytime. Always. Whenever you need me, I won't let you get in front of me again, I'll--

He. Breathes. Slowly. Swallows. Claws his way back to something like forced calm, but there's a shuddery tremble to his hands as he turns slightly to rifle through his bag for a meal bar. They're not great, but they're food. Nutrients. They're important. Energy, it--

His eyes sting a little all over again, but Vash's smile is a lot more real even if it's a lot smaller at the same time. "Okay. I'll try if you try." That, he can agree to. "Then I can see if I still have stuff for pain." Unwrapping the first bar he finds, he doesn't even read the label. It doesn't matter what they're supposed to taste like, anyway. What matters is carefully breaking off a piece and dividing it in half, carelessly tossing one piece into his own mouth before delicately holding out the other to Wolfwood. Feeding the other man as if it's the most casual, natural thing in the world.

@goldendivinewrath

"That all, eh?" Wolfwood unconvincingly boasts bravado, as if he'd only walked out with a scratch, "Been through worse before." Has he? No. Will he say that to make himself feel better? Yes.

Perhaps he's had worse experiments done to him after he'd been in so much pain he couldn't stay conscious. They probably removed a few things from his body just to test the efficacy of the serum. He doesn't like thinking about it, but it's hard not to.

He focuses on his breathing as he listens to Vash talk. With less ribs, breathing does leaving him with an ache that makes him want to stop—not that that's an option. Nerves will reconnect and cause indescribable pain, but he has to... has to manage it. He's survived worse. He's survived worse.

He's been flayed open, been awake during surgery, been hooked up to tubes that filled him with burning solutions... This is nothing. It's nothing!

His wet eyes search Vash, observing the man's coping expression. Vash is trying to stay calm, despite it all. It's different from his usual empty smiles—this is meant to keep himself rational, to keep Wolfwood calm.

Wolfwood hasn't yet processed the emotional pain, and there is a lot of emotional pain. Usually he can just shove it back, forget about it, but... something about meeting those morose, sky blue eyes makes him want to beg mercy, to confess every sin.

I want to live.

People like him aren't allowed to have dreams of a future, but one where he gets to continue riding with Vash... it sounds nice. Even if they have to run forever, even if Wolfwood would never know peace...

It'd be worth it.

"Vash," he croaks, throat back to being dry and lips tacky, "Thank you."

Apologies and 'thank yous' have always been two of the most difficult things for Wolfwood to say. 'Goodbye' is another one that he avoids saying whenever he can, often instead choosing to rush off instead of offering one. He thinks that he and Vash are similar in this way.

One day there will be a goodbye. It could be months from now, years from now... decades from now, if he's lucky, but there will be one for Vash. Wolfwood doesn't care how much rubble he has to sift through to escape, how mortally wounded he is—Vash deserves a goodbye, or something like one.

So, this is not a goodbye.

"I can try to eat somethin'. Not much. Don't need to be throwin' up when I'm like this, and the pain's starting to kick up. Making me nauseous." Wolfwood grimaces. "You eat too. You did a lot. Doin' a lot for me."

[roguecanoe]

Dream within a dream Umi- @toonrevamp Duster- @magicaltophats​ Blink/Jurgi- @mocksalute​ Xan- @yunisverse​ Ruby/Oliver- @artist-of-obsessions​ Ansel- @fablegate​ Doctor Grey Matter/Athena- @breaks-hetheon​​

So uh, Its been a bit since this game came out but, I recently showed it to my older sibling and then I had some cool ideas for drawings and then. . . . ya. (I don’t know what to say? I probs don’t need to say anything. Here, take this extra sketch with ya. Ansel’s ear wiggles give me life.)

[j-nope-not-today]

Hello, how are you? Umm, 👉👈

If it isnt much trouble, can you write a Bayverse tmnt Donnie x shy, nerd fem with glasses ( me). He saves her from being mugged and they will talk and become friends, maybe something more

Nervous

TMNT Donatello x reader

A/n: Hello! Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy it!

It should have been a simple trip. A simple grocery run for the week and then I would go home and relax. Maybe read a book.

I knew the city wasn't the safest of places, but never did I think I would be getting mugged. All I wanted to do was bring my groceries home, but no!

So here I stand in the alley way trying, and failing, to wrestle my bag back from this crook. Who deemed me as the best person to steal from this afternoon.

"Give me back my stuff!" I shouted and all I received is a grunt and another tug from him as he tried to rip my bag from my grasp.

I have no clue where my sudden strength and resilience came from, but I really didn't want my stuff to get stolen.

But I didn't have to wrestle this idiot for much longer, because he was hit by someone behind him and he landed in a heap onto the cold concrete.

I flung backwards from the force of my bag being let go so suddenly and landed with an umph onto the ground along with the crook.

I scrambled up off the floor and slung my bag back onto my shoulder before picking up my fallen groceries.

"T-thanks." I announced to the tall figure that stood in the shadows now.

I didn't notice him at first, but once he shuffled I noticed and everything that just happened caught back up to me.

"Your welcome..do you need help?"

I looked at the rest of my items strewn across the alley way and sighed and nodded silently before the talk man..turtle?! Began to help me.

I was shocked. I mean he's a turtle and the turtle saved me and is talking to me and picking up my groceries?!

"Here you go.." I stared up at him as he handed me some fruit that had fallen out of the bag and I slowly took it with a shaky hand and placed it where it belonged.

"Uh..thanks.." I slowly stood up and he reached down and picked up the two bags before staring at me once more.

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

"Uh..yes that would be nice. Uhm thank you." I fumbled with my bag before slowly leading the way.

"Sorry if I scared you I was just passing by and I couldn't let you get mugged and not help..I'm Donnie by the way." He gave me a smile and it eased my nerves slightly.

"Thank you for helping me. You didn't scare me I'm just not good at talking with people..I'm y/n." I gave him a smile back and turned to look ahead of me.

Agh! This was so frustrating and embarrassing. I mean I wanted to talk to him, but I have to be honest with myself. He's kind of cute and what the hell was I supposed to say to a cute turtle boy?

"You seem nervous?" I looked over at Donnie and shrugged

"Just a little bit.."

"Well..if it makes you feel any better I'm a little nervous too." Why would he be nervous?

"Why are you nervous?" I came to a stop in front of the small apartment complex I called home.

"It's not everyday I get to talk to a pretty girl." He smiled again, but it was a nervous smile.

"Oh." I felt the heat spread along my face. I knew I was blushing.

"Well it's not everyday I get to talk to a cute boy.." I trailed before looking at the door to my apartment.

"Here you go." I turned back and he carefully placed my bags into my hands.

"Thanks again.."

"Of course anytime." He smiled before I panicked and hurriedly walked to my door.

But In either a moment of bravery or stupidity I turned to look at him.

"You should go on a date with me sometime!" I shouted out before turning back to my door fumbling with the handle of it.

"I would love too." I felt him stand behind me before placing his hand above mine. Turning the handle of the door and gosh I bet by now I looked as embarrassed as ever.

"Oh..okay..how about tomorrow?" I drifted off before slowly turning to look at him.

"Okay..see you tomorrow then." He smiled and I smiled too before stepping inside of the complex. Turning and giving Donnie one last glance before the door shut.

Smiling as I heard him shout out a

"Yes!"

For once I was glad I was a little brave.

[arcade-chaos]

Maybe I should drabble while laying in bed more...

The door was a bit loud than you expected, what was supposed to be a subtle entrance instead echoed around the play structures and caused a stir amounts the kids sitting around the attendant. He seemed the most jumpy about it, looking at you and stuttering through something before going quiet and still, leg up and away like he planned to run if you got too close.

"Sorry! Sorry, I got a little lost on the way in, don't mind me." You tried to soothe, confused when he stayed perfectly still. He jumped when a kid hopped up to chase after another, but instead of coming over to reprimand you for your timing skills or question why you were there he just shooed the kids away to find a new game. Maybe he just sent a notification to management, that would be a great start to your first day.

The kids didn't seem to mind that you were knew, any who came over were quick to ask every important kid question in their book:

"what's your name?"

"what's your favorite color?"

"do you have a pet?"

"can you bring it in to work?"

"do you want to play house with us?

"are there games on your phone?"

Each time you answered and went to chat a bit more the sunny themed bot would swoop in and redirect them back towards the slide or some other playmate. You hoped he was just being nice, trying to give you time to settle into the desk and look over the schedules and allergy lists, but the way he stared at you made you nervous.

You could tell he was staring too, anytime your eyes so much as grazed him he would flinch and jump, swinging into motion even if he was already in the middle of something else. Maybe he didn't like strangers in the daycare? Had you really gone and messed something up so terribly to make him afraid?

The shift was slow without much to do, maybe if you stayed behind the desk and didn't bother him he would come to you and start liking you more. It made everything so much more boring though, the most interesting part of the day was when you managed to cut your finger on a kids paper pal. Sun didn't take well to the sight of blood, however minuscule. You walked back out of the restroom to find him scraping the floors with a sponge, leaving patches of foam pale as he tore it up to get out the red stain in the floor.

"Do you want me to help you?" You tried to sound gentle, but he was still so skittish, scrambling away from you like you were on fire.

"No!! No no no friend it's fine! Just go back to what you were doing and everything will be okay!"

"Okay... It's um, it's nice to meet you?" He nodded, squeezing his arms while he stole a few glances at the floor. It looked perfectly clean you your eyes, but maybe that was just the fault of being human.

The more the kids piled out the more shaky he seemed to grow, it was hard to lead games of tag with so few players left, and hide and go seek went out the window as soon as another gaggle of mothers walked in. It took you a moment to realize the playroom was empty, not a single squeaky shoe or snickering soul to be found.

"Mr.Sun? I think all the kids are gone now!" Crickets. Well not crickets, the daycare loop, but it had long become background noise. "I'm gonna start cleaning up the craft tables, okay?"

With no reprimanding noises you started to shovel bits of paper and googly eyes into the bins, taking care to set aside any art or left behind pal for kids who might want them tomorrow. One of them caught your eye, a splash of red on its little paper cheek despite the kids attempt to cover it up with cheap white paint. It looked like the kind of craft to cut you too, with dark eyes and a thin smile that was glued on ever so crooked. It's floppy ears bounced as you set it on the pile, apparently your turn to jump as Sun seemingly materialized behind you.

"Son of a- fuuun. Cheezits you scared me dude!"

"Sorry! Sorry friend... I didn't mean to." He pulled at one of his rays, making his head swivel sharply to the side.

"No biggie. You'd think I'd be able to see you coming with all those bells." Your attempt at a joke was met with more quiet, Sun shifting and whispering something to himself. "I um... Did I... Do something wrong?" That seemed to get him out of his inner monologue, his hands flying up to shake.

"No! No no, you didn't do anything at all!"

"Okay... Because if I did I'd apologize-" he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"No no no no, you're too nice to me why are you being so nice?? After everything you should be mad! You shouldn't even be here!" You frowned, stepping a little closer to the whining animatronic. Before you could think better of it your hands were on his wrists, pulling them away from his face.

"Hey, it's okay. I forgive you."

"No, no no no-"

"Shh, you were just nervous, it happens to everyone! We can try again tomorrow if you like." He snapped up, his head bobbing as he looked you over.

"Yes! Yes yes tomorrow! There will be a tomorrow and everything will be okay this time!"

"that's the spirit-"

"but you have to go now! Can't be here this time, not again."

"Again? Wait Sun-" you yelped as he began to push, practically scooping you up and towards the doors. "I have to finish cleaning first!"

"no time no time!"

"at least let me get my bag-"

"you can get it when there's a tomorrow!"

"at least tell me what I did wrong-" he paused, still holding you in the air like a naughty ferret as he swayed. "Sun-"

"you're too nice to us, you know that?"

"Huh?" Sun slowly lowered you, turning you to face him as he crouched down to your level.

"if you remembered, you wouldn't be so nice. Would you."

"I don't understand-" he groaned, grabbing the edge of his ray again, the metal bending in his grip.

"Why don't you remember, are you teasing us? You have to remember, you have to leave-"

"Sun, you're hurting yourself. I'm not gonna leave until you tell me what's wrong!"

"you're too stubborn, you need to go before it happens again. It's going to happen again right?"

"What-" he grabbed you suddenly, his grip strong enough to remind you he wasnt just a lanky coworker.

"we killed you."

"What?" It was all you could manage, his face inching closer as his grip stuttered on your shoulder.

"the lights went off, and he killed you. I saw it. I saw all of it." Leaving the daycare was staring to sound pretty good actually.

"Sun-"

"but you don't remember. Because it didn't happen. Because I haven't done it yet, but I will. It's still today and you're still alive." You tried to pull back, but his grip made you stumble.

"I'm going to leave."

"good! Good good good... Tomorrow you'll come back right? You'll show me I didn't do it?"

"sure sun, just let go."

"promise me." He squeezed, making your knees buckle. "Promise you'll come back when it's tomorrow."

"Ow, ow, I promise, sun please-" he flinched, finally releasing you to the cool embrace of the foam floor. He hovered still, tilting and shifting around you while making no move to help you back up.

"I'm sorry friend." You didn't respond, instead pulling yourself up to stumble away from the anxious bot who stayed put in the center of the room. He didn't move, but you couldn't take your eyes off him, afraid if you did his worst fears would come true. But you didn't have to take your eyes off him.

The lights went out anyways.

AU where the DCA kills y/n because of the virus, but you come back with no memories of that happening whatsoever. You just show up to work the next day thinking it's weird how you don't remember going home last night while Sun tries not to drop the biggest "What the fuck" in front of the kids

[mammonsbby]

Catching Feelings (Among Other Things)

This is the seventh part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie Diavolo | Barbatos | Solomon | Simeon | Luke

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: Cursing, Chapter 16 Spoilers? Pairing: Belphie x GN!MC Words: 1388

4:30pm, at the House of Lamentation

After what he’d done to you, Belphegor never expected you to become his friend. Hell, he figured you’d avoid him like the plague, and refuse to even be in the same room as him. All of his brothers thought the same, but… you’re kinder than any of them deserve.

You’ve forgiven him, or so you say. But, he can tell you’re still nervous to be alone with him, which is understandable. Honestly, he’d think you were an idiot if you weren’t cautious. No matter how close he wants to be, he wants you to be comfortable.

He tries his best to give you space. He notices how your hand subconsciously comes to rest near your neck whenever he’s close. And anytime he’s in his demonic form, you keep your distance, ever wary of his tail. And it hurts, but… once again, he understands.

And he can tell he’s made progress in the several weeks that have since passed. You’ve allowed him to get closer. And closer. Currently, you’re sitting on the floor of the library at the coffee table, with several books open, working on an assignment.

Satan had been with you until about ten minutes ago, when Asmodeus had texted him something about a stray cat outside. And off he went, leaving you with a half-asleep Belphegor in the armchair on the other side of the table.

You look at the notes you have so far and realize you need a different book. You shoot a text message to Satan, asking if he knows where it would be. And he answers that, yes, of course he knows, along with very specific directions to a very specific shelf.

“Okay,” you mutter to yourself, “according to Satan, the book I need is…” you look upwards, to the second level of the library. “Up there.”

Belphie is sort of conscious, but not quite lucid enough to register what you’re saying. His eye cracks open when you move to stand and he watches you for a second, wondering where exactly you’re going. When he realizes you’re only going to the upstairs shelves, he settles back into his chair and closes his eyes.

Unfortunately for you, the shelves in the Devildom are proportionate to the people who inhabit it. Which means they’re very fucking tall. The book you need is out of your reach, on a shelf high above your head. You glance down at Belphegor, living up to his title, napping the day away. And decide to get it yourself rather than disturb him.

After all, you can climb the shelves, right?

You test your theory, placing a foot gingerly on the second shelf and hoisting yourself upwards. Then again, to the third.

Little do you know, you have an audience. The entire time, Belphie has been watching you through his bangs, with an amused expression. Could’ve asked me for help, idiot, he thinks to himself, closing his eyes once more.

You scan the shelf and… Aha! You raise one hand, the other still gripping the bookcase and shift your weight to one foot for better reach. The shelf you’re using as a step creaks.

Belphegor’s ear twitches at the sound, he glances upwards in time to see the shelf give way. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s going to happen. Your hands claw at the shelf, but it’s far too late to regain your footing. You slam your eyes shut just as you tumble backwards.

Over the railing.

Head first.

You try to scream for help, but the sound dies in your throat when you feel something behind you. At first you think that it’s the ground, but then it pulls you closer.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you.” says a soft voice. You open your eyes to see Belphegor looking down at you.

“Here.” He says as he carefully sets you down on your feet. Once you’re upright, you look up to the ledge you’d fallen from, twelve feet above you. Then to his horns and his tail, which flicks off to the side. And take a deep, shaky breath.

You slam yourself against him, pulling him into a hug, “thank you Belphie!”

He freezes, arms by his sides, unsure of what to do. The first (and last) time you hugged him, he killed you. How could you trust him to be this close? How could you risk your life again?

“Why aren’t you hugging me back?” you ask, somewhat offended.

“I…” When he sees the look you’re giving, he reluctantly wraps his arms around you, hands barely ghosting your back. He’ll never hurt you again. Ever. He knows that, but do you?

“Come on, you silly cow. Give me a real hug. Just… don’t squeeze too tight,” you laugh. As if it’s funny. He scoffs, but then he stares into your eyes for a few seconds, silently asking whether you’re sure. You nod. And he gives in, pulling you as close as possible, resting his chin on your head.

His tail takes you both by surprise. It winds around the two of you, looping behind your back and then back around Belphie, the end coming to rest on his shoulder. You still for a moment. The involuntary action makes him flush.

Then you snuggle your face against his tail and he flushes deeper. And his heartbeat, which is normally pretty slow, quickens.

He killed you, MC. He killed you and you’re hugging him. What in the world is wrong with you?

You stand that way for several minutes, arms around each other and Belphie’s tail all but tying you together. Finally, you just have to ask, “Belphie… are you asleep?”

He smirks against your hair and fakes an obnoxiously loud snore.

“You can’t sleep standing up!”

“That’s nowhere in the rules,” he replies.

“Only horses do that, cow man,” you argue. But he doesn’t budge. He never wants to let you go. He contemplates dragging you to one of the chairs to cuddle, but decides against it.

“You’re right,” he says, releasing you rather abruptly. His tail, which curls around your wrist, has other plans. “I’m… sorry,” he says, slapping it away.

You only laugh as you go to resume your position of studying at the table, “you’re a good hugger, did you know that?”

“Uh…” No. He didn’t. Before he can give a sarcastic comment, you curse.

“Fuck.”

“What is it now?”

“The... the book…” you sigh, peering up at the broken shelf. The left side of it had collapsed, spilling books everywhere.

“I’ll get it for you. Dumb humans can’t even get books for themselves,” he mutters, feigning annoyance. But, as he climbs the stairs, he can’t help but wonder…

Did your heart start pounding when he was holding you? Or was that just him? Or was it adrenaline? Or… something else?

He’s still considering it as he hands you the book.

“Thank you, faithful book-delivering cow,” you laugh as he plops down behind you.

“Shut up. I’m going back to sleep,” he grumbles, plopping into the chair behind you, instead of the one he’d been in before. Your back rests against his legs and… he short-circuits, face lit up red.

You sit that way for a few minutes, flipping through the dusty old book. And every now and then, Belphegor fakes a phony, exaggerated snore.

“Thank you for catching me,” you whisper, after the fourth time. He doesn’t answer though, he’s lost in thought.

Would a stool be better? Or a ladder? They could fall off those just as easy…

Oh fuck, someone’s gotta tell Lucifer about the broken shelf. And Satan is going to flip when he sees the mess of books Belphie hadn’t bothered to pick up.

Eh… if it comes up, he’ll just blame Mammon or something.

(Eventually, he does get back to his nap. And when he wakes up, you’ve disappeared. All the things that were spread across the table are gone. But, a blanket is draped over him. And, wait, what the fuck is on his face?

He snatches a purple square of paper off his bangs. On it is written ‘thank you, Bel, sweet dreams. <3’ followed by a cartoon drawing of a cow with a super hero’s cape. He looks at it for a few moments. Then grabs his pillow and runs towards his room to show Beel.)

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Shells and Bob did get there soon after Bradley and Beatrice, immediately looking at the blonde little girl that was currently drawing on a napkin. Shells had only seen Bianca once when she was much smaller, so to see her again was a delight. Shells always said she hated kids, but it was a lie, they all knew, she was just mush hearted to any baby or toddler there was.

And Bianca was behaving herself quite nicely, she did ask questions every now and again, questions Bradley gladly would answer for her. Beatrice only smiled watching the two interact, something about…Bradley talking to a five years old was so very charming and so very him. She knew Bianca already took him as her favorite, after Bea of course, he was Prince Rooster to the end. Which when she said it while surrounded by the others immediately made them all stare at Bradley, who in turn blushed with a little smile, “It’s how she refers to me,” he says with a weak shrug.

He didn’t mind it, of course, Bianca was a pure child, she just did that because she cared about him and cared about her aunt as well. And Beatrice loved it, she couldn’t stop smiling anytime that Bianca would ask him something and he made sure to give her his attention every time she talked to him.

He was really good with kids, at least with Bianca. She knew he wouldn’t do a bad job when he met the others tomorrow, she had a feeling the boys specially would be really interested in what he had to share, they only knew about aviation when Umberto visited and that wasn’t often. 

He was also really sweet to Beatrice whenever she felt a bit overwhelmed, he could sense it somehow and would lean closer to ask if she was okay. She always said she was just nervous but would be fine and would hold his hand for emphasis. Even during the tribute to the Admiral who passed - whose name was Tom Kazansky - he still held her hand, maybe it was his own way to ask for support considering the way he clenched his jaw trying to hold back the emotion.

Pete was called to speak, the older pilot trying his best to not get choked up, even joking every now and again about the things he knew about the admiral. Even if she wasn’t part of this world, and had never met the admiral before, she felt her own eyes brimming with tears. Especially when the admiral’s widow stepped on the stage, her kids and grandkids stood to the side, to speak about him. She doesn’t think there was one dry eye in the room, she could hear the sniffling and the shaky breathing around them. 

His widow, whose name she now knew was Genevieve, thanked every single one of the people there and told them that “Tom would never want his passing to be remembered with sadness.” and to “Remember this is a celebration, not a mourning.” Beatrice thought she was so brave, even with how her voice shook and cracked at times, she never stopped smiling, smiling wider when she turned to look at the face of her husband on the screen behind her.

After she thanked everyone and told them to enjoy the night because it’s what he would’ve wanted, Beatrice sighs softly, turning her head towards Brad whose eyes were glazed over just a bit, “You okay?” he nods, clearing his throat, smiling when she touches his cheekbone soothingly only to find it just a bit damp.

“I’m fine.” is all he says, something in his eyes tells her that this was more than just the effects of Admiral Kazansky’s death. She wondered if he somehow remembered the time when his own father passed. She wouldn’t ask him, of course, but she held his hand under the table, rubbing the side of his thumb with her own and sighing in relief when he squeezed her hand back.

While there was a layer of sadness around the whole room, it wasn’t so bad. There was music and laughter around them, Pete even sharing some stuff from his time in TOPGUN with the Admiral as well. He called him an ‘annoying son of a bitch’ but it had fondness in every word. Much like how the others talked about Hangman back at the bar, it had something within the obvious annoyance that made her smile.

It was like a huge family alright. 

During dinner she felt Bradley’s hand on top of her clothed thigh, not doing anything illegal per se, but just resting it on the plush flesh with the casual squeezing. She didn’t mind, especially because no one else in their table seemed to notice his hand there or if they did they said nothing. The conversation was mainly about the Navy, or deployment tales she hadn’t heard about from Rooster before, even Bob seemed more talkative than normal much for Shells’ happiness.

After a while she noticed that Bianca was fidgeting a bit, the little girl making a ‘come hither’ towards her aunt who immediately lowered her head to Bianca’s level, “Auntie,I need to go potty.” she whispers sweetly, still bouncing a bit on the seat. 

“Ah.” Beatrice smiles, then turns towards Rooster, “I’m going to take Bibi to the bathroom.” she says, grabbing her clutch  as she stood up. She shouldn’t be surprised when her boyfriend stood up as well, placing his hand on her lower back as she grabbed Bianca from the seat to carry her to the restrooms.

She thanks him for coming with her, kissing his lips sweetly before she enters. Rooster, obviously, waits outside leaning against the wall. Beatrice barely puts Bianca on the floor and the little girl is scampering to one of the bathrooms with her aunt close behind. From outside Rooster could hear Bianca’s high pitched voice followed by Beatrice’s calm tone, he couldn’t understand what was being said inside, the voices and music around the area made it hard for him to understand.

But, he couldn’t lie that the image of Beatrice and Bianca did warm his heart just a bit. However he immediately tried to shove that deep within his mind, they never talked about it, they were about to move in together. One step at a time, he didn’t even know if she would want something like that.

He knew he wanted to have a long term relationship with Beatrice, however long that’d be - hopefully forever - and if…the situation came and the topic arrived, he’d be sincere in telling her about it.  Just not yet, not now.

Inside the bathroom, Beatrice lifted Bianca high enough so she could wash her hands on her own, telling her to press the soap dispenser only once even if she wanted to do it a few more times. Once her hands were washed, Beatrice then carried her to the hand dryer, smiling when her niece giggled as the warm air hit her palms, drying them completely, “There we go.” she puts Bianca down, then crouches to fix her dress and headband, “Do you need anything else?”

“No, auntie.” she says, looking down at Beatrice’s hands as they fix the edges of her dress, “Auntie,” Bea hums in question, still paying attention to the dress, “When are you and Prince Rooster going to get married?”

Beatrice stills her hands, her whole body freezing as she takes in what her niece asked. It hit her like a ton of bricks, how would she explain it to Bianca? “...um…” she clears her dry throat, focusing on relatching Bianca’s Mary Janes as she tried to figure out how to respond, “...I…well, you see–” Bianca just blinked with a little smile, still waiting for a response, “I-I…Bibi, that’s, um…”

Bianca then smiles, leaning closer while cupping her hands around her mouth, “I gave him a magic rock.” she says, “When zia Martha got married! It makes people get married too!!” she had a feeling her aunt Martha told her so and Bea dropped her head forward with a heavy sigh. She hated how fast her heart was beating just at the thought. But it was too soon for that, they didn’t even move in together.

She understood why Bianca would be excited, but it wasn’t that easy, “Listen, Bibi.” she grabs her niece’s smaller hands on her own, breathing in slowly, “It’s…not that simple, it's something grown ups think about a lot you know? It’s a big step.”

Bianca purses her lips in thought, “But daddy said you and Prince Rooster already look married!” oh she’s going to kill Leonardo, “I heard him telling mommy that when they thought I was asleep.”

“Well, your daddy can say a lot of stuff he doesn’t know about.” she tries to say firmly with her cheeks burning red. She wasn’t mad at Bianca, she was just a child with the simple mindset of ‘if you want to do it, do it’ without any consequences. And Rooster was right outside, what if he heard ??? With as much strength and calm she could muster, Beatrice smiled down at her niece, “Sweetie, look, I know you…want that to happen.”

“Yes!”

“But it’s not so simple. Because…it’s…really early to think that.” the little girl furrows her brows, “Because um…there’s a lot of steps involved. A lot of them. And well, it’s a two person process, honey.” she cups her niece’s chubby cheeks with a smile, “But I promise that when,” if, the goblin voice growled in the back of her mind, “It happens you’ll be the first to know.”

The little blonde girl blinked again, but she seemed to accept that answer a lot more than whatever else her aunt wanted to say, “Okay!” 

“Good, now,” she pressed a finger to her lips, “We need to keep this between us okay? It’s a secret,” the last thing she’d want was for Rooster to freak out at the thought of marriage before they even moved in together. She holds out her pinky, “Pinky promise?”

Bianca’s smile widened as she wrapped her little pinky around her aunt’s, much like she did with Rooster earlier that nice, “Pinky promise, auntie!” she giggles and hugs her aunt. Beatrice hugs her back, even if she is a bit nervous about this sudden conversation, suddenly remembering she also needed to use the bathroom and forgot after taking care of Bibi.

With a worried bite to her lip, she walked out with Bianca to see Rooster still leaning on the wall, nothing in his expression showed he could hear them inside, “Hey,” she says, then looks down at her niece, “Can you stay with her for a little bit? I need to go too,” and calm myself down, she thought, before I freak out in front of you.

“Yeah, sure.” he says, offering his large hand to Bianca who quickly grabs it, “We’ll be waiting for you out here.” Beatrice smiles, kissing his lips sweetly before she rushes inside with the bathroom door shutting behind her. Bradley inhales happily, moving his gaze from the bathroom door to Bianca, who was using his hand to hold her up as she leaned back, swinging from left to right by using her weight.

He chuckles, allowing her to continue, even extending his arm a little more so that the little girl had more room to move, much to her delight. Bianca giggles happily, bouncing back to her feet and then holding tightly onto his fingers “Can you lift me?”

“Lift you?”

She nods, “My daddy lifts me one handed! He’s super strong!” the way she was holding onto his fingers probably meant he was supposed to hold her up as if she was a dumbbell. He just grins, lifting the little girl up with ease, earning a happy squeal from her tiny form as she kicks her legs in the air.

He does that for a few seconds, until he hears someone clearing their throat next to him. He turns his head as he lowers Bianca to the ground, “Oh,” he straightens himself, “Ma’am.” he nods respectfully to Admiral’s Kazansky widow, Genevieve, who was just smiling sweetly at him.

“Hello, Bradley, I almost didn’t recognize you.” she says kindly, holding her hands together, her strawberry blonde hair painted with faint streaks of white and yet she looks younger than half of the people there, “Until you turned around.” he laughs softly, dipping his head in thanks as Genevieve’s eyes drop to the little girl, “Oh, is she yours?”

Yours.

“Uh, no, no, she’s my girlfriend Beatrice’s niece,” he says quickly, picking Bianca under the arms to hold her up so Genevieve could have a better look at her. Bianca was anything but shy when meeting new people, something he rarely saw with kids her age - at least the ones he’s met before were always very shy when approaching people - which was a breath of fresh air sometimes.

Genevieve was smiling when Bianca introduced herself, hugging Bradley’s neck to keep herself upright as the older woman asked her if she was enjoying spending time with Bradley. Bianca corrected that it was ‘Prince Rooster’ and not ‘Bradley’ much to the other woman’s amusement, especially when the pilot’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t think I’ve met your girlfriend,Rooster.” she says after a while, “Is she the brunette you came with?”

“Yeah, she’s uh, inside right now.” he says, tossing his thumb over his shoulder, realization dawning on his face, “Oh, do you want to–”

“No,no,” Genevieve laughs, waving a hand, “I was simply taking a walk, to clear my mind.” The words came out heavier than he thought, his own eyebrows furrowing with concern but the blonde woman just tapped his arm, “Don’t worry about me,I’m fine.” right after she said that, the bathroom door opened and Beatrice walked out still shaking her hands to get rid of whatever moisture the fan couldn’t dry.

“Sorry was I– oh.” she noticed the older woman talking to Bradley and her niece on his arm, “Oh, hello.”

Genevieve looked from her to Rooster with a smile beaming on her face, “Hello, Beatrice,” she held up an elegant hand that the girl grabbed with a nervous smile, “I’m Genevieve, I was just asking Bradley about you.”

Beatrice looks to her boyfriend, who’s still cradling her niece in his arms, “Oh, oh um…well!” she laughs nervously, dropping her hand from the other woman’s hold and wringing them together since she didn’t know where to put them “I…I’m glad?”

Genevieve chuckled, turning to Bradley with the same smile, “She’s a gem,Bradley.” Bea’s cheeks turned an even darker red at the compliment, even more when her niece agreed that indeed her aunt was a gem, “But please, do not mind me. I was just taking a walk, it was very nice meeting you, Beatrice.” the brunette nods with a little smile, watching the woman walk past the two down the hallway that led to the outside of the building.

Beatrice waited until she was out of view to turn her worried eyes to Bradley, “I…should I have said I was sorry for her husband?” she asks quietly, “Was I rude?”

Rooster recoils his head in surprise, moving Bianca to his opposite arm when the other started to get tired and the little girl didn’t complain, “No? Didn’t you hear her compliment you?” Beatrice just blushes harder, still playing with her fingers, “Hey, pretty girl, you are anything but rude. I think she prefers not to be reminded every now and again of what happened.”

“...okay.” 

He tsks, holding Bibi one armed to cup Beatrice’s chin and tilt her head up, “Gorgeous, don’t doubt yourself like that,” he says pressing a kiss to her painted lips, “It’s not a good look on you. And I love seeing you smile.” he whispers against her mouth, kissing her for a few more seconds before pulling back. Beatrice’s smile was all he desired for an answer, even more when she grabbed his free hand and the two made their way back inside the main room.

Bianca was put down when she noticed a few kids playing not too far from them, in the ‘kids area’ and she asked Beatrice if she could go, “Okay, but don’t wander away from the lady that’s with them.” she said, gesturing to the woman wearing a black vest who was keeping an eye on all the kids there. Bradley put Bianca down, the little girl running to the others and immediately sat down next to a boy who was playing with LEGOS.

Beatrice’s smile only broadens when she feels Bradley’s hand on the curve of her waist, she knew he wanted to wrap his arms around her but considering where they were it wouldn’t be a good idea. But she could feel the subtle twitch of his fingers, nearing the front of her stomach, “You look absolutely fucking beautiful.” His breath touches the shell of her ear and Bea laughs softly, turning to look over her shoulder, “I know I’ve said it but, ho-ly shit. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She chortles quietly, turning to face him and running her hands on the shoulders of his suit, “And you look extremely handsome.” she says, leaning up to peck his lips, dropping her hands to hold onto his, blinking when he lifts his arm and twirls her around, “Brad!”

“I just want a full look,” he says sweetly, laughing at her red cheeks and bringing her closer to press their foreheads together, “...I’m glad you are here.”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah,I’ll be honest…I don’t know if I’d like to be here alone, or just with Mav and the others. Having you and Bibi is really good.” he touched the side of her face with his knuckles, then tilted his head back when he saw movement behind him. Beatrice looked in the same direction and they widened their eyes when they saw Jake nearing a standing Evelyn who was no longer sitting with her parents and was now leaning against a wall with her back to them.

Beatrice and Bradley exchanged looks, with the brunette tugging him further close to a large vase so they could hide, peeking over the leaves to have a better look, “Oh my God.” he whispers, “Do you think they are together?”

“She hasn’t pushed him away yet.” In fact she didn’t even recoil in disgust when Hangman was right by her side, he wasn’t touching her but his presence was hard to be ignored. They tried to be subtle, the best they could, using the large leaves to hide themselves and pressing up against the wall from time to time hoping they wouldn’t see the two.

There’s a ping coming from inside her clutch and Beatrice clicks it open, pressing the power button on her phone

Ev (20:21)

You two are anything but subtle.

“Oh.” she lowers the phone and peeks out the leaf, seeing that now Evelyn was alone and holding up her phone with a grin, shaking it a bit for emphasis. Both Rooster and Beatrice looked sheepish and waved at Evelyn. The woman chuckles, rolling her eyes then going back to her phone

Ev (20:24)

I’m going to go back to my seat. Don’t tell Shells or else she’d never leave me be.

And after that she turns around, leaving the couple alone and staring at where she once stood, “Well…” he lets out a quiet laugh, “That happened…should we go back?”

“...yeah it might be a good idea.”

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They leave when it’s past Bianca’s common bedtime, the little girl resting her head on her aunt’s shoulder as she takes her to the car. She doesn’t wake up when Beatrice buckles her on the seat, just lolls her head to the side, only actually waking up when they arrive at Beatrice’s house.

Rooster waits for Bea to take the little girl out, he removes the seat himself and grabs the duffel bag he kept under the front seats for when he got there, following Beatrice into the house only to be greeted by a very excited Jolene. Bianca made a noise on her aunt’s shoulder, something that resembled Jolene’s name but was too quiet to be understood “I’m going to change her.” she whispers to Rooster, “Then bring the mattress out.”

“Mattress?”

“Yeah, I keep an inflatable mattress for Bibi whenever she has to sleep over. I used to do it back when I lived with my parents because Leo and Cyn didn’t want her getting used to sharing a bed with other people.” she says, adjusting the little girl in her arms while kicking off her shoes with a sigh of relief, “I’ll be right back.”

But he follows her up the stairs, “I can help.” he says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and trying to hold back the grin of her eyes dropping when his undershirt comes into view. She didn’t say anything but she nodded before disappearing inside the bathroom with a sleepy voice Bianca asking her what was going on, “Where do you keep the mattress?”

“Oh, it’s under my bed.” she says and he hears her telling Bianca to lift her arms so she can put on her onesie, “It’s a dark blue bag with a yellow smiley face on it.” He crouches next to her bed after he kicks off his shoes, tilting his head until he sees the smiley face. The bag is squished between the bedframe and the floor, so it takes a little while to yank it out, grunting to himself until it’s finally visible.

He sits back on the bed and pulls the mattress out just in time for Bea to come out as well, now wearing her long shirt and pants she wore as pajamas, smiling at him and holding a dinosaur onesie dressed Bianca in her arms, “Oh,’ he sounds pained, slapping his hand over his heart, “Oh that’s so cute.”

Beatrice laughs quietly,  face completely clean of makeup , “You can go change.” She says gently lowering her niece onto the bed, “I’ll set up the mattress.”

“You sure?” she nods, approaching him to kiss his lips and grab the bag from his hands, he smiles, following her mouth with his head to press a few more pecks to her lips before he stands up to go to the bathroom. Beatrice smiles as she picks up the mattress and makes her way downstairs, silently picking up her coffee table and putting it to the side before she drops the mattress to the floor. 

Something inside of it clicks and the blackish blue flat fabric slowly begins to inflate, Jolene watching this ordeal with her eyes on it and still seated on the couch. Four legs pop from under the mattress, making it stand a good distance from the floor, going from a paper thin structure to a large queen sized bed that took a good chunk of space in her living room. 

She rushes back upstairs to grab a few blankets and sheets, alongside Bianca who now was already fast asleep. Since her niece was so small, she made sure to make the couch as comfortable as it possibly could since she’d want to sleep next to Jolene, “Jojo?” Bianca asks when Bea puts her down on top of the various pillows she arranged, the pitbull quickly leaping on the bed and snuggling closer to Bianca, who hugs her neck.

Beatrice smiles, pulling the dinosaur hoodie back just enough so her lips touched her niece’s forehead, then Jolene’s head. When she leaned back, she saw Bradley looking around her room in confusion until his eyes met hers on the lower floor. Beatrice walks closer to the staircase with her hands on her hips, meeting Rooster when he steps down, “I thought we were staying up there?”

“No, I can’t see Bibi if I do.” She looks over her shoulder to the mattress, “I usually sleep down here because she loves the couch and loves sleeping with Jolene.” The five years old was hugging the dog’s neck as they slept soundly. “If she needs my help I can get her quickly…is that okay with you?” Would he think it was weird?

“Yeah,” he smiles, “It’s fine, I was just expecting us to be up there, is all.” He walks closer to the inflatable mattress and blinks at how soft it is. And spacious, “Woah,I love this, it’s so nice??”

“I used it while going camping, it’s really good.” she says quietly, keeping her tone down so her niece wouldn’t wake up. She lay down next to Rooster and the two of them focused their eyes on Bianca’s sleeping form, the blanket now covered both her and Jolene, with the dog huffing in her sleep as she dreamed. When Bea turns to face Bradley again she finds him already looking at her with an unreadable gaze, “What?”

He purses his lips,shakes his head and tries to hold back his own smile, “Nothing, gorgeous.” he whispers, “Just looking at you and how amazing you are.” she laughs quietly, covering her mouth with a hand so Bianca won’t wake up. He pulls the covers up to their shoulders, still facing her, “No wonder she loves you so much.”

“I love her too.” she whispers, looking back at her sleeping niece with her own eyes blinking heavily, “We better sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” for obvious reasons, she thought.

“Yeah,” he tried to hold back his own yawn without success, chuckling tiredly when she smiled up at him, “C’mere,” he wraps his arms around her, turning her around so her back touched his chest and her vision remained on Bianca, “There, much better.” he says against her ear, leaning down to kiss the skin below her lobe.

“It is.” she says, leaning back just enough to kiss his lips, “Night Roos.I love you.”

“I love you too, gorgeous.” he murmurs, his own voice dropping into a tired tone as Beatrice watches his eyes slowly drop shut and his breathing get even. She smiles, then turns to see check on her niece one last time, gently rubbing her smaller hand and Jolene’s toe beans before she too drifted off into dreamland.