Like you didn’t already know, he was bad news the second he opened his stupid perfect mouth.
But whatever.
You still looked.
Everyone did.
And tonight?
Yeah, tonight you regretted that, because he was standing behind you in the half-dead hallway lighting, voice sliding over your skin like warm honey.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You jumped. He definitely saw, and he definitely loved it.
You slammed your locked shut harder than necessary. “Jesus– what, are you stalking me now?”
Jensen leaned against the locker next to yours like he owned that whole hallway. Tank top, rolled sleeves, necklace shining against his collarbone. He looked like trouble dipped in sugar. He smirked, the slow kind, the kind that told you he was about to ruin your piece.
You blinked. “Do you hear yourself before you talk?”
“If I wanted to stalk you,” He started, “you wouldn’t catch me.”
He pushed off the locker and stepped closer, and you absolutely refused to step back even though your heart was already sprinting laps.
“You look tired,” he said, eyes dragging over your face like he was searching for cracks. “Practice did you dirty?”
“No,” You muttered, “just you.”
His grin sharpened. “Good. I like staying on your mind, but I would like to be there more than one way.” He winked.
You rolled your eyes so you wouldn’t melt right then and there, but he leaned in anyway, close enough that his breath hits your jaw.
“You know,” he whispered, “you do this cute little thing where you pretend you don't stare at me, but you make it so obvious. It’s cute.” His fingers brushed against your waist, barely there. “And you do it a lot. Like so much, I can’t even count how many times you’ve done it.”
Your throat tightens, traitorous.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t stare.” You muttered, making it come out more like a whisper.
He laughed softly, low, smug, kind of devastating.
You hate how much you like his laugh. His laugh was like a siren song to you. It found it luring.
“You look at me like you wanna bite me. I wouldn’t mind if you did.” He bites his lip seductively.
He then tilted his head, eyes catching the flickering light.
“Or like you want me to bite you. Either way, I wouldn’t mind.”
Your entire body had betrayed you. And he saw every second of it. He stepped even closer, like he was daring you to move, daring you to breathe wrong. “Wanna hear something?”
You didn’t trust your own voice, so you just nodded.
He dragged a knuckle down your cheek, slow enough to make your knees buckle, questioning their life choices.
“I think you’re pretty enough to eat.”
You froze.
Completely frozen.
He didn’t.
He just smiled bigger, dangerous, sweet, a little too pleased with himself.
“But don’t worry,” he said softly, backing you up against your locker without even touching you. “I’m trying to be good.”
“Trying,” you repeated, hearing your heartbeat everywhere.
“Mm-hm.” He shrugged like this was casual, like this was a normal occurrence. “Didn’t say I was succeeding.”
Then he kissed you.
No warning, no hesitation. He just grabbed your waist and pulled you in, mouth hungry, as he’d finally let himself go for what he had been dying to do. You grabbed his shirt before you could even think, and he definitely noticed, because he made that satisfied little noise in the back of his throat.
When he pulled back, he stayed close, breathing the same air as you, looking way too proud of himself.
“See?” He murmured. “Not good.”
You stared at him, dazed, warm, and absolutely gone. “...Do it again.”
The grin he gave you?
Yeah, that one could end civilizations.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, sliding his hand up your spine, “I’m not stopping now.”
I can ask for a male version of Donna Beneviento, of course being yandere...
i really picked the worst time to start writing again since tests are coming up... but seriously, my RE8 knowledge is awful so if I wrote something ooc or non-canon, lemme know! I genderbent all the mofos again because it just makes more sense that way:
TW: Kidnapping, hallucinations, yandere themes/mentions, jealousy, protectiveness, dark content
Don: Donna Beneviento
Angie: Angus
Alec: Alcina Dimitrescu
Karla: Karl Heisenburg
Moreau: Moreau (used last name so does it matter?
Of course, we all know Don as pretty much the opposite of Alec. He’s an agoraphobe, dislikes being the center of attention, and prefers the company of his dolls rather than other people. He doesn’t use his body to his advantage like Alec, or intimidates with powerful weapons like Karla. No, instead he plays from behind the scenes. It’s unlikely that he’ll try to woo his darling with simple things like displays of power or affection.
Is not big on affection. At least, at first. The man can hardly stand being touched or seen by his fellow lords, so it's no surprise that it takes him a while to come out of his shell.
Once you’re nice to this man, it's all over, you’re fate has been decided. Like Moreau, Don’s likely more drawn to a kind and courageous darling. Someone who’s willing to make the first move in befriending him, and wants to spend time with him. Even if he was interested in them first, he wouldn’t make a blatant move.
This man is shy. Utterly shy. He refuses to show his face instead using dolls to interact with his darling. It’s so much easier to make them laugh that way, to feel them caress the doll and have the sensation run up into his bones. He feels like as they touch the doll, a part of him is being touched. After all, an extended division of cadou is used to manipulate and control his dolls.
Takes the longest to kidnap his darling out of all of the lords. It’s not that he can’t do it per se, but something inside of him is holding him back. Don is plagued with worry and anxiety, both with the other lords, and the outside world. He’s glad he has this small bubble of time with his darling, even if they somehow get ripped away every now and then by Father Michael.
Considering the Father is watchful of all his children, he’ll notice quickly once the other lords point out how fond Don is of his darling’s presence. Usually, no one can interact with him without Angus spouting nonsense or shooing them away. But this newfound tart, who seems to have captivated him so well, has actually managed to bond with him.
Father Michael will watch carefully, making sure this new ‘toy’ isn’t a distraction. But after promising his loyalty time and time again, Don will be allowed to keep his darling as a ‘small pet’ according to Father.
After receiving Father Michael’s blessing, Don will take that as the perfect time to kidnap his darling. He doesn’t use harsh measures like pain or restraints; inducing hallucinations is easiest, and while he doesn’t wish to harm his darling, he doesn’t desire to let them go either.
It took Father Michael's blessing to kickstart Don’s obsessive behaviors into a physical threat. A few acts of kindness will have the frail man glued to them, albeit from a distance. He’s always watching through that dark veil, and his few feet away doesn’t mean that he isn’t stalking their every move.
Angus comes up periodically to annoy Don’s darling and take away their attention, signaling how desperately Don wishes to be with them; he uses his dolls as a way to be close. And because Angus is the exact opposite of Don, the puppet master finds himself almost envious, ironic as it is.
Gets jealous easily, but turns that jealousy into self-pity. He doesn’t lash out at his darling, rather he sulks, falling into a pit of his own despair at watching them interact with everyone else but him. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it if he interacted with his darling for too long, but that doesn’t mean he wants to watch them interacting with others. He can be quite selfish and childish, but finds clever ways to get what he wants.
When he kidnaps his darling, the Beneviento will likely do so by using hallucinations. It’s the quickest and most efficient way to keep his darling safe, and willful.
Don will get this idea in his mind that his darling must’ve wanted to come here on their own, considering they so willfully bent to his hallucinations. Most at least fight back, do something to get away, so why didn't they? Why it must be because they love him just as much as he loves them!
Likes to touch and stroke his darling when they’re asleep. It’s more comfortable that way, and makes it so he can do anything without being scolded or fought back against. Especially loves playing with their hair and joints, as odd as it may be. It reminds him of when he’s working with dolls, and that brings great comfort. It makes the situation seem so much more manageable.
Will only remove his veil if his darling persists. If they ask, he’ll be very hesitant and will try to find a way out of it, as he doesn’t want them to fear him or find him repulsive. But if his darling is as kind and angelic as he believes them to be, they’ll accept him without aforethought, and at that, he’d nearly die.
Don didn’t receive much affection in his past life, or current one. So, finding someone who cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead without hesitation, was so spiritual it nearly brought him to death.
After kidnapping his darling, he’ll make sure to tend to their every need, all the while standing by the door and watching them. He’ll be shy, standing there and forcing Angus to bother you. It's been ages since someone came to “visit” his home, and even though he tried to prepare it for you, it didn’t feel good enough.
His darling will likely be relaxed, not seeing Don as a threat. Even though they know what he can do with his dolls, and have heard things from the other Lords, they don’t genuinely believe he’s malicious. Sure, the dolls with blades as arms and the strange, dusty house do seem to be a bit weird, but who wasn’t? It was eclectic.
Likes to follow his darling around. He enjoys watching them do things, listening to them hum, and occasionally stroking them when they dont notice. He would be too insecure at first to have them watch him as he touched them. But as the relationship progresses, he’ll be more inclined to let them hold his hand and kiss him; as long as they didn’t stare for too long.
Isn’t irrationally jealous, nor protective. He rather enjoys stalking and watching from a distance, maybe basking in his darling’s presence, but enjoys watching them interact with others as well. Not when they’re being overly kind though; that should be saved for him. But he enjoys letting the other lords feel the warmth his darling brings, only for Don to show that he’s the one they belong to.
Doesn’t consider himself to “own” his darling-- but does see them as his-- if that makes sense? His darling isn’t an object, they aren’t something that can be tossed around. But, they are something he claims, someone special to him that he regards just as if not more knowledgeable. They belong to him, and he belongs to them.
Will not hesitate to hunt a bitch if they make his darling cry or to hurt them. He isn’t confrontational, but will no doubt send a few “messengers,” allowing his dolls to destroy and maim anyone who dares try to mess with his beloved.
His love language is acts of service and quality time so he loves to be around his darling! But, for receiving love, he greatly enjoys physical affection, along with words of affirmation.
All characters are aged up and take place in college bc it seems more fitting.
Maddox — Why didn’t you ask?
It was late at night when he saw your screen lit up with a message notification pop-up. You were taking a shower, with music playing through the speaker he bought for you for your birthday.
He ignored it, thinking it was Kat or another one of your friends, until another message popped up, followed by another and another.
He decided to check the notifications, thinking it was an emergency given the spam you were receiving.
He unlocked your phone since he knew your password and you knew his.
Just as he unlocked your phone, a new message notification popped up, and it wasn’t from Kat.
It was from Nate.
Maddox looked at the time on your screen and saw it was close to midnight. He furrowed his eyebrows at seeing a message from Nate. He knew you hadn’t texted Nate at all after your breakup and would always ignore the messages. He knew that you had blocked him at some point when Nate would constantly text you, knowing you were in a happy relationship with Maddox.
He looked at the message Nate had sent you, jaw clenched.
Nate: Wanna come over again? I miss you.
Maddox didn’t know you had unblocked him or had gone over to his place at all. He knows he’s not like boyfriends who always have to know who you talk to or hang out with, and he knows you wouldn’t cheat on him with Nate of all people, but seeing that text hurt him.
He heard the water stop, letting him know you were done showering, making him quickly put your phone back down and get back on his phone as if he hadn’t touched it at all.
You dried yourself off with your towel before you put on only a pair of panties and pulled over one of Maddox’s shirts before you dried your hair. You stepped out of the bathroom and dried your hair as you walked to Maddox, who was lying against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.
“Hey, baby,” you said, walking over to him and kissing his cheek.
Maddox just hummed as he continued to scroll on his phone, not looking up at you.
You furrowed your eyebrows, noticing was off about him. You looked at him worriedly as you brushed your hair. “Mads, you ok? Is something wrong?”
“Fine.” He replied.
Now you knew something was wrong. Maddox never gave you short replies, and whenever he did, it meant something was wrong.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You said, sitting next to him, and placed your hands on his knee, rubbing it gently.
“Let’s just go to sleep.” Maddy moved away from you.
You leaned in thinking he was going to give you your goodnight kiss like he always did, but this time you didn’t feel his lips on yours.
“Ok, good night. I love you.” You whispered, kissing his temple.
What you didn’t know was Maddy’s lip quiver and his breath shake when you said you loved him. He knew you loved him, but he couldn’t shake off the image of you cheating on him with Nate, your ex, the one you had said you wouldn’t go back to, even if he was the last man alive.
That night, you went to sleep feeling cold as Maddy didn’t cuddle you like he usually did. No matter how close you moved your body towards Maddy, it wasn’t the same as when he cuddled you.
The next morning, you woke up alone, in bed. You looked around, confused about where Maddy was, and heard clattering coming from the bathroom, letting you know that Maddox was in the bathroom.
You sat up in bed and rubbed the remaining sleep off your eyes. You got off the bed and walked towards your shared closet, grabbed your clothes, and walked to the bathroom.
Maddox was brushing his teeth before spitting out the toothpaste and washing his mouth. He gargled mouthwash before spitting it out. He made sure his hair and outfit looked good before looking at the bathroom doorway, halting when he saw you, hair sticking out in different places, and with your shirt riding up, flashing the color of your panties.
He walked by you, not saying anything, leaving you baffled.
“Babe.” You said, looking at him as he sat down on his bed.
“Babe.” You repeated.
No response.
You sighed. “Maddox Perez, I’m talking to you.”
“What?” Maddy looked up.
“I’ve been calling you, and you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder. What’s wrong?”
Maddy shrugged. “Nothing.”
You sighed and walked towards him. “Baby, please tell me what’s wrong so I can help. I don’t want the cold shoulder. So, please tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
“I said, it’s nothing. Can you hurry and get ready, don’t wanna be late for school.” Maddox said and went back to scrolling on his phone.
You took a deep breath in before exhaling. “Wanna give the cold shoulder? Fine. I will also give you the cold shoulder.” You got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door and starting to get ready.
As you were getting ready, you received another message from Nate.
Nate: Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby, ♥️
Maddy clenched his jaw tightly and turned off the phone, not wanting to see notifications from Nate anymore.
You got out of the bathroom, wearing the same colors as Maddy had, with your makeup done, matching your clothes, and your hair done nicely. You picked up your bag and unplugged your phone from your charger before leaving the bedroom without a word.
Maddy picked up his bag and car keys before following you.
After closing the gate of his house, he saw you were texting someone and thought you were texting Nate.
He unlocked the door and walked straight to the driver's seat, but immediately turned back and opened the door for you before walking back to the driver's seat.
You had essentially thought he wouldn’t open the door for you like he always did, but were shocked when he opened the door, but quickly masked it and entered the car.
The entire ride to school was silent except for your nails typing against the screen and the low music playing through the car, but other than that, neither of you spoke.
Maddy parked the car in the school parking lot. You both exited the car and shut both doors. Neither of you spoke and went separate ways. Maddy went towards BB and the others, but you walked towards Nate, who was standing next to McKay by his truck.
Maddy saw you talking to him with your arms crossed, with an annoyed look on your face. He thought it was because of him, but decided to continue to talk to the girls.
You two went through the entire day without talking to each other, making the group notice but deciding not to intervene. They knew it was a rare occlusion where you two fought before you two eventually made up.
Once school ended, you two arrived at the same to the car. Maddox unblocked the car and opened the door for you as he did in the morning before walking to the driver's seat. The drive home was the same as it was in the morning. Silent.
Maddox parked in front of the garage, and you opened the door before Maddox could even step out of the car. He saw you hurriedly texting on your phone. Maddox sighed and locked the door before walking into the house. He walked into his room and saw you getting undressed and putting on one of his sweatpants, your favorite sweaters, and your comfy boots, which were your favorite because he remembered you rambling on how comfortable and cute they were.
You didn’t notice him standing in the doorway of his bedroom, but moved around quickly like you had a timer on your head. As you were about to move past Maddy, he grabbed your wrist, not tightly but softly, and enough for you not to walk away.
“Are you going to Nate’s? Are you sleeping with him? Please tell me you’re not.” Maddy said, tears brimming in his eyes.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, seeing tears roll down his cheeks. You shake your head. “What made you think I’m sleeping with him?”
“The messages he’s sent you. ‘Come over. I miss you.’ and ‘can’t wait to see you again tonight, baby’ with a heart emoji. Are you seriously about to go to his house and hook up with him?” Maddy sniffled. “Why do you even have his number in the first place?”
“Mad–”
“I thought you blocked him. You showed me you blocked. Did you unblock him to make me think you didn’t?” Maddox rambled.
“Ma–”
“Why were you texting him at midnight? Were you planning on sneaking off once I fell asleep?”
“Maddox!” You snapped. “I’m not cheating on you. He’s my assigned partner for a class we have together. I don’t know why he sent those text messages, but I didn’t see those. Baby, why didn’t you just ask me instead of assuming?” You wiped his tears. “I was getting ready to get some food for us from our favorite place and have a late-night date, so that I could figure out what was bothering you.”
You kissed his nose.
“I promise you I’m not cheating on you.”
You kiss his cheeks.
“I love you and only you. Okay?”
Maddox nodded.
You kiss his lips gently before you start to pull away. Maddox caught your lips before you moved away and kissed you back. He sighed into the kiss as if it were his lifeline. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer to his chest.
You ran your fingers through his hair. He moved his hands down your lower back and grabbed the back of your thighs.
“Jump.” He said, in between kisses.
You obeyed and jumped. Maddox caught you and walked towards the bed, laying you down onto the mattress. He slid a hand under your sweatshirt and palmed your bare breast.
You gasped at the coldness of his hands, but it felt so good. He kissed your neck and sucked.
You moaned, “Maddox.” You palmed his shirt. He understood what you meant and took off his shirt and did the same thing to you. You slipped off your boots and kicked them off the bed. He slid your sweatpants off before taking off his.
He continued to kiss your neck, leaving marks before he slowly and painfully kissed down your body, leaving a trail of marks. You moaned. “Maddox, please, baby.”
He reached your panties and kissed down to your cunt, licking you through the fabric. Your thighs shook, and Maddox noticed this and continued to do it again. He pushed your panties aside and spread your cunt apart. You threw your head back at the feeling on his fingers.
“Maddox, please, do something.” You whined.
“Alright, if that’s what you want,” Maddox said, before diving into your cunt like a starved man. You gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair. He continued to suck on your pussy lips and slurp up your juices.
You moaned, back arching off the bed.
He moved up your cunt and started sucking on your clit as he fingered you fast, making you close your legs as the coil in your tummy started to tighten.
You gasped. “Wait, baby. Slow down. I- mmm I think-.” You threw your head back, moaning, eyes rolling back. “Fuck- think I’m gonna-” before you finish, a gush came out of you, spraying Maddox and onto the bed. Your thighs shook as you felt the immense pleasure.
Maddox’s jaw dropped before he started grinning. “Damn. That was hot.”
“Come here.” You pulled Maddox and kissed him roughly, making him moan into the kiss. You palmed him through his boxers, Maddox groaned.
“Baby.”
You smiled. “I need your dick in me. Right now. Please, Maddox.” You batted your lashes at him, seductively.
Maddox shook his head. “I don’t think you deserve it. You made me cry. You broke my heart.” He placed a hand on his heart.
You pouted at him.
“What do I get in return? Hmm.” Maddox teasingly said.
“My undying love.” You giggled, making Maddox giggle as well.
He shrugged and grinned. “Sounds good to me.”
You both giggled before he took off his underwear, before taking yours off. He slapped the tip of his dick on your clit, making you gasp. He spread your lips with his lip before it caught your entrance. He slowly thrust in before pulling out.
You whined. “Maddy, don’t tease, please.”
Maddox grinned. He pushed it to make your back arch off the bed as he continued to push in. He could feel him in your stomach. It had always surprised you how big he was, even though you’d had sex many times before.
Maddox held your thighs as he thrusted in and out of you. You ran your nails through his back, leaving behind red trail marks.
“Harder.” You gasped.
Maddox listened and thrust into you harder, leaving you breathless. Eyes rolled back. Nails gripping Maddox's back, making him groan at the pain.
He grunted as he snapped his hips into yours. He could feel your cunt tighten around him, letting him know you were getting closer. He rubbed your clit with his thumb as you released a loud gasp.
“Shh. Quiet, baby. Don’t want to have my parents walking in on their daughter-in-law getting pounded, do you?” He said, placing his hand on your mouth.
You moaned against his hand, breathing picking up. He rubbed faster on your clit. You sprayed Maddox once again, but this time on his lower stomach and soaked his bed even more. Maddox grunted as he came inside of you and helped you ride out your high, leaving you twitching yet pleased. Once he pushed all of his cum inside you, he collapsed beside you, pulling you to his chest.
The room was quiet, as the only thing that could be heard was both of you trying to catch your breath.
“You do know, I love you, right. I would never choose Nate even if we were the last people on earth. I would die before I ever got back with him. You are my everything. You have also been and always will be. You’re my best friend and my boyfriend.” You said, tracing shapes on his chest and kissing his neck.
Maddox smiled down at you. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I accused you of cheating on me. I know you would never, but I made myself think that you were. I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me, mi amor.” Maddox said, with pleading eyes.
“Of course, I forgive you. I wish I had dated you first instead of him.” You said ‘him’ with disgust on your face, “I would’ve been happier with you. You knew me better than he ever did. Actually, I should’ve dated you the moment we met.”
Maddox laughed. “The moment we met? Babe, we were only like 2 years old. We could barely even form a thought.”
You shrugged. “So, if I dated you first, we would be childhood sweethearts from the start.”
“Baby, we are childhood sweethearts.” Maddox chuckled.
“Oh, shit. You’re right. But either way, I wish I had only dated you instead. But since I didn’t, you are my last and in my heart you are my first.” You giggled.
“Well, guess what? I have always been your first. In everything.” Maddox raised his eyebrows. “Remember.”
You poked his side. “You’re an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot.”
You both looked at each other before you burst out laughing. You scrunched your nose before you both leaned in to kiss each other. You both smiled into the kiss before you got on top of the kiss and pulled the blanket over your heads.
Josselin tried to hit every beat, every line. He tried to be perfect.
But every take felt wrong for him. They weren’t to his liking. The angles weren’t right. The lights flushed everyone.
“Cut! Josselin, you need to sing the lyrics! Again!” The director, Kim, barked.
He lowered his head, hands trembling slightly at his sides. “Sorry…” he muttered, voice barely audible, “I— didn’t mean to—”
He bowed his head to the backup dancers as he walked off stage, words barely audible. “I’m sorry, everyone…”
He sat down as tears welled up in his eyes. Goraning as his shoes dug into his feet. He sniffled as he took them off. His toes were covered in bandages, and some were now beginning to bleed.
He winces as his body piece dug into his body, leaving indentations in his skin, red, deep, and swollen.
“Joss, do you need something? Do you need water?” Leia asked, worriedly, seeing the condition her manager was in.
“Can you get Kristen in makeup?” Josselin sniffled, seeing that his inner thighs were red and bleeding.
“Can we get makeup, please?” A crew member repeated.
Everyone started murmuring and whispering while looking at Josselin/
“What’s going on?” Kim asked.
“Ow.” He winced several times as Kristen applied makeup to his cuts.
“I’m sorry.” Kristen quietly apooziged as she continued to cover Josselin’s cuts.
“All right, let’s get ready, guys. We're gonna go after this.” Kim said, seeing as Josselin was done getting covered up.
“He needs a break.” Nikki, one of his executives and managers, muttered, watching Josselin from afar.
Josselin winced as he tried putting the heels back on, sharply exhaling as he continued through the pain.
“Joss, can we go again?” Kim asked as Josselin zipped his heel.
“All right, let's go again.” He said, exhaling, trying to push himself up.
“I mean, I asked him, but he said ‘No, it’s gonna change the stepping.’” Chaim, his co-manager, explained to Nikki why Josselin denied changing the shoes.
Josselin’s feet wobbled as he tried getting up until his feet gave up, making his knees thud against the stage.
“Oh.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”
Nikki and Chaim said at the same time.
“Joss? You good?” Chaim asked, worriedly.
“Are you good, Joss?” Leia asked.
The stage light brightly beamed on Josselin. “Yeah, should we go again?” He shakingly asked, voice quivering.
“You ready to do it again?” Chaim asked.
“Yeah.”
Kristen gently dabbed away his tears with a Q-tip, making Joss shake his head. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I don’t think you’ll be able to see it.”
Distant heels clicked against the floor.
“Mom?” Josselin called out.
“What’s up, Joss, what?” Leia said, voice soft.
“Mom?” Josselin called out again, not hearing what Leia said, and his mascara ran down his face.
Everyone put their heads down. “Oh, Jesus. It’s all over his face. Oh, man.”
“Mom?” Josselin sniffled.
“Joss, we’re, we’re—” Nikki trailed off.
Dressers continued fixing Josselin’s outfit.
Chaim looked at Josselin, worried, “Joss, are you okay?”
Josselin nodded his head before shaking it.
“Did— Are you calling for your mom?”
“No, I—” Josselin softly started.
“Y- You, you didn’t just call for your mom?”
Josselin shook his head, “No. My mom died last year.” Josselin whispered.
“Okay,” Chaim said.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Chaim said once again.
“I just need a second. I’ll go again.” Josselin sniffled.
“Yeah.” Chaim nodded his head before walking away.
Josselin cried, “Mommy.” He said softly under his breath. He gulped, “I need you.”
“What’s going on?” Destiny, his other co-manager, asked Chiam while walking beside him.
“He’s in pain. He’s bleeding out. His feet, his fucking cuts on his legs, everything. Eh, you better, uh, somehow pep talk him into this. Something.”
“Okay, okay, okay, okay.” Destiny walked to a crying Josselin. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Is everybody watching?” He whispered.
“Fuck them.” She looked towards the bystanders. “Talk to me.”
“I just— I’ve never done this without her before.” He said, shakingly, “I don’t know what to do.” He sniffles.
“You have to have this moment. It’s fresh, and it’s early. I get it.” Destiny said, comforting him.
“I do not give a fuck about none of these people because none of these people would be here or employed without you.”
Josselin nodded at every word Destiny said.
“You take your time, and you do what you need to do. If you want, I would tell all these people to take 10.”
Josselin pulled Destiny into a hug, “I love you, D.”
“Of course.”
“I really love you.”
“I love you, too. Come on. You want me to call (Name) and have her come here.”
Josselin nodded, “Can you, please?”
Destiny pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialed (Name’s) number, hearing it ring for a few seconds before the call was answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey… It’s me. Josselin’s upset, and he needs you. Can you come over?”
Josselin tapped Destiny’s arm, “Can I talk to her?” He whispered.
Destiny nodded and handed him her phone.
“Hello?” Josselin called out.
“Joss, baby, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing… I– I just really need you here with me right now.” He said, crying, and his voice was little.
“It’s okay. I’m almost there, okay? I’ll be there very soon, and then I’ll take you home and take care of you, okay? Does that sound good to you?”
Josselin nodded, sniffling before remembering you couldn’t see him, and hummed.
“I’m pulling up to the set right now. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Josselin didn't hang up until he saw a familiar figure walking into the set.
You walked up to him, arms open wide.
Josselin walked into your arms, liping and pushing through the pain, which didn’t matter to him as long as he got to his favorite person. He buried his head into your chest and, with shaking arms, wrapped around your waist. “I… I didn’t mean to… I just…”
“Shh, shh.” You held him tighter, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from his face. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
You smiled softly as he pulled in closer, burying his head into your chest. He’s practically suffocating himself in your chest. It’s like he wants to be inside of you and stay inside forever; you’re his safe space. You pressed your lips on the top of his head, his temple, his cheeks, peppering him with tiny kisses to calm him.
“I’m here,” You repeated, over and over, until his breathing slowed down, his hands unclenching, and he finally allowed himself to rest against you.
“Don’t ever let go,” he whispered, voice broken but relieved.
“I won’t,” you said, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m always here for you.”
Josselin’s breathing slowed down, letting you know he’s fallen asleep. You looked towards Chaim and Destiny, nodding at them, letting them know he’s okay and that you’ve got him.
To Josselin, the outside world didn’t exist. The camera, music, chaos, none of that existed when he was with you. To him, it was just you and him and the quiet promise that he would never have to face it alone as long as he was with you.
