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I don't know how I get all these tears, I only drink water once every Halloween

A sudden, terrifying thought

When you see an animal with its eyes set to the front, like wolves, or humans, that’s usually a predator animal.

If you see an animal with its eyes set farther back, though—to the side—that animal is prey.

Now look at this dragon.

See those eyes?

They’re to the SIDE.

This raises an interesting—and terrifying—question.

What in the name of Lovecraft led evolution to consider DRAGONS…

As PREY?

if this isn't canon, I'll drop the ACOTAR series

this is how it goes down in a lot of fanfics im so here for this to be canon in az’s book😭😭😭

reassuring them when they’re anxious and any character you want! ily

prompt - "reassuring them when they're anxious"

pairing - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x female reader

cw - mentions/descriptions of anxiety

a/n - ily nonnie! thank you for requesting!! i chose bradley for this, i hope you enjoy!

Bradley knows.

He knows before you even start to make comments about work being a pain or being more tired than usual.

He’s so attuned to your habits and mannerisms he can tell when you’re tired and close to burn out.

He’s thankful for the weekend and the early finish on this Friday, so that he gets home before you. While you and he usually trade off chores around the house, he takes care of all your tasks so that you can come home and relax.

And when you do arrive home, much later than usual, he’s on the couch, perked up when he realizes you’re back.

“It’s Friday, right?” You wonder from the front door, slipping out of our heels and tossing your purse aside.

“Yeah, baby, it’s Friday.” He says, brows furrowing.

You wobble into the living room, stopping to rub at each foot.

“You tired honey?” He wonders gently. “You had a long day.”

You nod, feeling anxiety bubble in your chest. Your throat feels tight. Although its Friday, all you can think about is all the work you have waiting for you when you get back to your desk on Monday.

He pulls you into his chest where you rest your cheek, attempting to ground yourself with the soft feeling of his shirt and the familiar scent of his cologne.

“How was your day?” You murmur into his chest. He feels your words reverberate into his skin, and he sweeps his hand down the back of your head.

“It was fine baby.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not worried about it right now, would rather focus on you.”

You pull away with a frown. “I’m fine Bradley.”

He nods, although he doesn’t agree. “Laid out my t-shirt and your sweats on the bed. They’re nice and clean if you wanna go change into them, sweet girl.”

You lower lip trembles but you press your teeth into it to stop it. “Thank you.” You croak.

You’re fully crying when you come out, tears spilling onto his faded Navy shirt.

“What happened sweetheart?” He rushes to you, hands cupping your cheeks.

“Nothing, I just,” You suck in a shaky breath. “I’m so anxious about the project at work and I come home and you’re just being so sweet to me. Feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Hey,” he says seriously, taking your chin gently between his index finger and thumb. “You always deserve to be treated well, honey, and if I’m not always being sweet to you, you can slap me upside the head.”

His attempt of humor elicits a giggle from you, and he smiles. He means what he said though.

“I ordered us dinner from your favorite place.” He starts. “I got your show queued up, so all you need to do is sit down and relax. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, climbing into his lap after he sits on the couch. You press your ear to his chest, the steady beating of his heart calming you even further. When Bradley notices you trying to even your breaths, he mutes the television, and uses one of his hands to gently press to your ear.

“Breathe with me, honey.” He instructs, taking slow and exaggerated breaths. After a few quiet moments, your breathing has evened out and you look up at him with a small smile.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You look into his warm eyes. “I love you, a lot.” You whisper, words dripping in sincerity.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You nuzzle back into his chest, exhaustion suddenly overtaking you.

“My smart girl, I’m so proud of you.” You hear him say before you comfortably doze off.

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