Maidlover

Oh yeah that is true xD Hope ya enjoy the story~

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It was just another normal day, where you were at your desk drawing some fanart for one of the fandoms that you were in.

You were so focused that you barely acknowledged the figure that was slowly creeping up from behind you, knife unsheathed and grin widening in anticipation.

Like a wild predator about to lunge on unsuspecting prey.

But a small hum of static reached your ears, blowing his cover as you sat up and sighed. “Anti. This is getting a little bit annoying.”

“Awh, why ya always gotta ruin it for me?” The demon pouted slightly, his pointed ears drooping with disappointment that he couldn’t scare you this time.

When you didn’t answer him, his smirk returned and he glitched directly behind you, an arm wrapping itself around your neck and the silver blade pressing lightly against your cheek. You tensed a bit, shivering at the cold metal coming into contact with your skin.

But it was only for a moment before you picked your pencil back up and continued drawing. “Pray tell…what do you hope to gain out of this?”

Anti gawked a bit at your odd response. “Wha..what I “hope to gain” is for ya to admit that you’re scared of me!“ He leaned in closer, his mouth behind your ear as his voice dissolved into a whisper. ”…and I have at least 100 other ways that I ca-“

*SLAM*

“BACK AWAY FROM [Y/N] YOU FIEND!!”

Before either of you knew it, the glitch was abruptly shoved aside, hitting the floor with a grunt. And you were dramatically scooped up into the arms of the spandex-clad hero.

“Hey, Jackie,” you greeted nonchalantly, knowing that he and Anti had done this same song and dance before:

Anytime Anti was close to you, somehow Jackie always knew and would arrive to “rescue” you from the “villain”. Despite you constantly reassuring him that you were on good terms with the demon and didn’t always need “saving” from him, he still didn’t trust him.

Not. One. Bit.

And that was understandable granted how the two were polar opposites with the whole “hero vs villain” trope.

But of all the people in the world…why did you have to get dragged into their quarrels?

Once he recovered from the fall, the demon stood up and glowered at the hero. “What the ever-living fuck is yer problem?!!” He screeched. “I was just-!”

“Threatening the life of my dear friend?!” Jackie shot back with a scowl.

“Jackie it’s fi-”

“We are leaving [y/n]..and you better not follow us,” he warned Anti before he made his way out of your room, still carrying you bridal-style.

“Jackie..why do you always do this?” You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you with a slight frown on his face. “I’m just doing my duty and protecting you. I can’t trust him to be-”

“He was just playing a harmless prank, dude. I know him and his tricks. I know he wouldn’t-”

“You don’t know what he can do, [y/n]. He’s unstable. He’s-”

“Listen, if I need help I’ll call for you. But you don’t have to keep pretending that you’re saving me from danger when there’s no real danger!” You finally snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Although when you saw Jackie’s expression…you wish you could’ve bitten your tongue. His face was completely blank, which was unusual and a little unnerving even for the typically hyper and cheerful hero.

In that moment, you had a feeling he was just gonna drop you right on the floor and walk away, and in all honesty…you wouldn’t care. You kinda did deserve it after berating the ego who was simply looking out for his friends when he wasn’t out fighting crime.

However, much to your surprise, he continued carrying you, all the way to his room. On the walls were posters of various comics and Marvel/DC movies, and on his bed beside the pillow sat a jumbo Spider-Loaf.

“Um..what are we doing here, Jackie?”

You got no response whatsoever.

Then Jackie sat down on the edge of his bed and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you on his lap as he laid his head on your chest, not saying a word. You could feel your face heat up a bit, although you remained confused by his actions and his silence.

With a sigh, you hugged him, resting your chin on the back of his head. You could feel your guilt increase tenfold in that moment. “Listen Jackie. I know you’re a good guy just looking out for me but….you don’t have to always rescue me every time Anti is around.”

He still didn’t say anything, which made you assume he was giving you the silent treatment. But if he was keeping you close to him, then he couldn’t be completely mad at you…right?

“I’m..sorry about snapping at you earlier. How can I make it up to you?” You rubbed his back, hoping the gesture would get some sort of reaction out of him.

But it didn’t.

“C'mon, say something..”

“…….”

“….do you want me to at least pretend to be the "damsel in distress”?“

Finally, you got a response, as Jackie lifted his head up to look at you. His previously stoic expression was now a smile once more.

You eyed him suspiciously, thinking he was only giving you the silent treatment and being pouty just so he could get his way. 

It sounded childish..but, then again, all you had to do was take a look around his room to know that he was and always will be a child at heart.

So you decided to let it go and play along the next time Anti harassed you.

……..

"Say..[y/n]..” The demon grinned widely, his knife hovering over you while you were just texting someone on your phone. “I was wonderin’ if-”

“Anti, you know what Jackie will do if he catches you messing with me again.”

“So what?!” He growled, eyes turning pitch black. “It’s not like he’s gonna fuckin’ sweep ya off yer damn feet again…not when I’m-”

“FEAR NOT! FOR I HAVE COME TO SAVE YOU!”

Anti glitched slightly, scowling deeply as he saw Jackie dash into the living room and scoop you up into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I knew my hero would come~” Out of habit you decided to give him a kiss on the cheek, which made the demon gawk and the hero blush like crazy.

“I-I’ll…I’ll be sure he doesn’t trouble you again, [y/n]!” He stammered, quickly regaining his composure, before shooting a glare at Anti. “He wouldn’t dare to, would he?”

At first, he was baffled at how you reacted to Jackie’s presence this time. But he then growled and shook his head, mumbling something about “idiots” before he glitched out of the room.

“Thanks for saving me Jackie.” You smiled at the hero, resting your head on his shoulder.

Anti across the house: Babe!

Y/N: [Cooking breakfast] What?

Anti: I'm Homicidal!

Y/N: [Flips pancake] Did you say homicidal or suicidal?

Anti: Homicidal!

Anti’s laugh echoed through the room. Robbie, Chase, and JJ cowered on the couch. You merely rolled your eyes. Soon enough Anti glitched into the room, knife glinting in the static. He laughed again, his anger causing a sharp glitch to cut it in half.

“Anti, quit.” You rolled your eyes again. “You’re being over dramatic.”

“But-“

“No buts, mister.

Passionately, I kissed him. The taste of him made me so extremely giddy and I wanted more. I wanted every bit of him. But I can’t. I pulled away, abruptly and he questioned the sudden draw back. I felt the tears in the creases of my eyes as I had realized what I’ve done and thought about. I quickly turned around, not letting him see my tears, and walked towards his door to leave.

One last time, I looked at him and his confused expression. I never wanted him to see me cry because I didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, but I guess I am. I’m weak. His confused face turned into worry and sadness as he attempted to stop me and reach out for me.

I was gone before he could even touch me.

I wasn’t about to give up this friendship, or ruin it. I never wanted that. I will never do that.

xxxx

Chase: Hey.. I miss you.. Chase: Stop leaving me on read please. Chase: I miss hanging out with you. Chase: Please don’t abandon me, friend.

Friendzoned.

I ignored his messages after that and Anti texted me. That’s a first.

Anti: What did you do to Chase?!?! He won’t stop sulking and it’s getting on my nerves. (Y/n): Sorry. I left after I did something that I regretted. Anti: What did you do? (Y/n): Kiss him.

Anti left me on read and didn’t text me back. It was fine since it’s Anti.

Marvin: Okay okay so you KISSED Chase!? (Y/n): Anti told you? Marvin: Anti told me, Henrik, Jack, JJ, and Jackieboy. Everyone is here and Chase is upset in his room, thinking he did something wrong. (Y/n): I’m sorry. Marvin: He really loves you, ya know? He’d do anything to make you happy, smile. The sight of seeing you cry made him think he did something bad. (Y/n): Oh.. Jackieboy and Schneep.. What did they say? Marvin: Pretty much everything I’m telling you. Jackieboy has been in and out of Chase’s room, trying to get him to talk. Marvin: Please come over. (Y/n): I’ll come over in a few.. I guess. I have to finish something.

I finish typing my paper and send it to the professor and shut everything down, leaving my home.

xxxx

“He’s vhere.” Henrik pointed. His room, that I didn’t know before, was closed. I pressed an ear against the door to hear him mumble stuff and sniff every now and then.

I knock a couple times. “Go away Jackieboy." 

My heart tore as his voice cracked many times. "It’s me… (Y/n).. Can I come-”

The door flung open and there he was. Red blotchy eyes, tear stained cheeks, pale skin. Under all that, he hid a smile. His eyes speak, “I love you.. But I’m scared.”

"I’m sorry.” I start off and walk in the room, not wanting a bunch of eyes on me. I close this door behind me and slowly stat cleaning his room, start off with my little talk. He didn’t mind m cleaning his room because he knows I can’t focus on talking without doing something. “I was stupid and I’m an idiot for doing that to you. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just didn’t want the kiss to ruin our friendship..” I started to talk about how idiotic I was and such an awful friend.

He listened, and kept telling me how I’m not stupid and an idiot, how I’m not an awful friend. He embraced me and I felt the tears run down my cheeks as i dropped everything and just hugged him, crying my heart out into his shoulder. His shirt soon became damp because of me and I felt like I needed to apologize. Once I regained my sanity, I began to apologize for the crying shoulder wet area, but he shook his head and pulled me against him.

He smiled widely, causing me to smile.

“Hey..” I mumble, realizing how close we were.

“Hello beautiful.” He chuckled a little and leaned closer, pulling my hips closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slipped his hat off, brushing my fingers through his hair.

“Hello handsome.” I repeat back to him.

“So..” He bit the bottom of his lip. “You want to continue the kiss from earlier?”

“Uhm..” Without me saying yes or no, he placed his lips on mine and kissed, passionately.

I wrote this a while back and I’m not particularly happy with it, but here ya go!!! :D

Prompts: ‘’I can’t take this anymore.’’

Summary: hurt/comfort scenario between Sean and the reader

Character: Jacksepticeye x fem!Reader

Warnings: TW!!! self harm, depression, please do not read if you aren’t comfortable or if you think it will harm your mental health <3 Request, but it wouldn’t let me tag

I never used to feel like this. The world used to be somewhere I felt safe and happy. I didn’t realise things started to change until I found myself in this dark place. A place where I couldn’t form relationships, were I couldn’t find myself, where I couldn’t stand myself. Rain contorted into comfort, in comparison to the sunny days I used to love, now I dread the pools of sweat. Sweat made sticky from the long sleeves and the thick pants. My shaking hands, dropping the few mugs I owned due to exhaustion. But in my black and dark locus, there was a drop of light. A beacon of hope. He was a daydream, really. He was my white knight, saving me from the cynical, desolate island wrapped around my brain.  

Not a day goes by when I don’t think, he could do better or what makes me so different from the beauty that surrounds us?

I’m not sure I’d like to think about that.

So here I am, face to face with my saviour.

‘‘I know this is hard to talk about, but I want to help you become a better you.’‘ Sean suggested we have this talk once a week, a check in, if you will.

‘‘I know, you do enough already, when I’m with you, I feel ignited.’‘

He smiles, not in pity, in pride.

‘‘I think back to every time I found you crying, the head inside of my heart begs me to save you. You haven’t been fine in a long time.’‘ He cups my hands at in the crossroads between our legs.

‘‘I’m managing.’‘

‘‘Really? That’s not how it looks to me.’‘ His hand reached up to brush a rogue strand of hair, placing it softly behind my ear.

‘‘I know. I know I can do better, try to feel better. It’s messy and complicated. I’m trying, not just for you but for me. But I do need help sometimes. I can’t take this anymore.’‘ I mutter.

‘‘That’s what I like to hear. In here we know it’s okay to ask for help, you know it’s okay if you can’t do this on your own. Your scars make you distinctive. Tells people you are strong. ’‘ He pulls me so I’m pressed against him, I lean into his touch, wantonly.

‘‘I just want you to stop telling me you’re okay. I don’t want-’‘ He chokes up, I can feel his breathing pattern breaking.

‘‘I don’t want to feel like every kiss, could be a goodbye kiss. I don’t want to say goodbye to you. I never want to. We are in this together and I mean it. Lay your load, confess your hurt. I’m here for you as long as you want me.’‘ I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to see the tears streaming down his face. 

100) “Am I just a toy to you?”

115) “Please don’t touch me.”

……..

“Enough, Anti! What do you want?!!”

“Oh, nothing in particular, Brody~” The glitch sneered as he advanced towards the terrified fatherly ego. “I just wanted to see if you’d actually take the bait of those poor little cries of children. And boy did you.” He cackled, twirling his knife. “It’s easy to mimic ‘em, y’know~”

“Am I just a toy to you?!” Chase’s fists became clenched, although he flinched back as Anti reached out to him. “Please..d-don’t touch me.” He stammered, before drawing his nerf gun. “This sucker is full of bullets that your dumb knife can’t repel!”

“How adorable.” Anti’s grin only widened. “But can–they–track–a–living–glitch?” Between static glitches, he teleported around the room, finally appearing behind Chase and grabbing him, holding the knife to his neck.

“I͏ ͜don’t ͞think sǫ.̧" 

He whimpered and grasped at his arms, though he opened his eyes when he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! Cut it out, Anti!”

As more light filled the previously dim room, Anti let go and looked at see you standing there by the switch, frowning. “Ye always ruin the fun..” He grumbled. “Honestly, though we were just messin’ around.”

Chase nodded in agreement, blushing a bit in embarrassment as he rubbed his neck. “Y-Yeah, that’s all. Everything’s cool.” He held up his toy gun. “This just has foam in it, see?” Then he shot one foam bullet towards the wall, bouncing off it harmlessly.

You sighed. “Okay, but Anti? Halloween’s over, so you can’t do that kind of stuff, even if you’re just acting it out.”

The glitch demon pouted. “Why did I ever agree to be yer friend?”

(Chase Brody x Reader)

(Was this asked for? Not really, just saw the writing prompt, “It takes a special type of idiot to pull off what you just did” from @fictionpants and immediately thought of Chase Brody.)

Be wary of: Some sick tricks

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Chase was currently now splayed on the middle of your desk, which was just about to have been totaled by that face of his.

See, Chase had it in his mind that the best way to impress you was to show you the ‘sickest’ trick. And that trick was to make a box of tea bags into your cup without you even noticing while you were writing up some papers at your desk.

Well, it didn’t turn out like he planned.

“Hey Marv, psst,” he ‘not so quietly’ whispered to Marvin who was sitting behind him at his own desk. Marvin reluctantly glanced up to Chase and nodded him to go on with what he wanted to show him as he gave an exasperated sigh.

“You are going to FLIP at what I’m about to do. Watch this, I call this one, ‘The Citrus Slam’.” He chuckled to himself right before he spread out his legs into a sprinting position then bolted it right through your open door and into your room.

He noticed that his target was right where he wanted it to be, but what he didn’t notice was the stray coffee table in your room until it was too late.

With one trip, the box of tea bags that were in his hand flew right in out of his hands and right towards the startled Y/N.

That is until Chase swooped in for the kill and grabbed all the tea bags and shoved them into your glass of water that was on your desk at the last very second.

“OOOOOOH, hey Y/N…” He was roaring out a triumphant scream but it died down once he noticed you staring him down with the most irritated glares he has seen, and that’s saying something.

“What. Was. That. Chase? You just about broke my table, slam your face into my desk, spill water all over my papers, have tea bags rain on me and for my picture of you to be shattered in my lap!” Happy was the complete opposite of what you were right then and there.

Now here we have Chase, splayed over your desk, upside down giving you a sheepish smile.

“Good thing you love me..?”

“It takes a special type of idiot to pull off what you just did.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, afraid of the oncoming migraine.

Before you knew it, there were a set of lips pressed to yours and arms awkwardly trying to embrace you.

“You are so lucky I love you.” You sighed and kissed back.

“Awww, I love you too~” Chase couldn’t help but be a giggling mess with the look on your face.

Hey-o! This was something last minute I threw together while my mom helps fix my prom dress! It’s not a lot of angst like this piece I wrote earlier! Though, yes, it does have crying.

Words: 967

Characters: Chase Septic and Reader

Set In: My AU (And AU of the AU lol!)

Warnings: Mention of an abusive relationship

“Jack?! Wake up!! Please wake up!!”

Hearing the distressed screams, you rushed into Henrik’s clinic, looking around only to find the doctor’s bloodstained gloves, scrubs, and stethoscope on the floor. But he himself was nowhere in sight.

Then you spotted Jackie, Chase, and Marvin, who were all surrounding an unconscious Jack, sobbing on him as though he was dead. The magician had his palms pressed to either side of his creator’s head, mumbling shaky incantations even as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Oh no, what happened?!”

Jackie looked over at you, shaking his head. “H-He won’t wake up, [y/n]..a-and Henrik is missing!”

You were at loss for words, having no idea what to say or even do. Although eventually your legs moved by themselves as you approached the bed, seeing that Jack’s eyes were closed, like he was peacefully sleeping.

Everyone then jumped when Marvin abruptly gasped, his glowing eyes opening. He glanced at you, his shoulders sagging. “I-It was Anti…h-he…he weakened all of Jack’s systems..a-and sabotaged Henrik’s efforts to save him,” he wept. “This coma isn’t natural..our creator is being kept in it on purpose..”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you sat on the bed, letting Chase lean his head on your shoulder while he cried. You wrapped a comforting arm around him, and with your free hand you gently stroked Jack’s hair, frowning deeply. “If..Jack was the one he’s after…then..where is Henrik?”

Nobody in the room answered that question. There were only more tears and gasps of sorrow.

Fury began surging through your veins.

Anti had no reason to do this. Why did he want to destroy the egos’ lives like this? Why would he go as far as put his own creator into a coma and kidnap his brother?

Perhaps..those questions won’t be answered, either.

So you sighed and looked at the IVs still in his arms. “Guys, we..have to make sure he’s stabilized. It’s what Henrik would want us to do, right?”

The three egos glanced at you in surprise, although they agreed and got off the bed, quickly getting to work cleaning the room and making sure the IV bags were properly filled. Marvin was swift in finding a healing enchantment that took care of the wounds inflicted on his body.

And after a few agonizing minutes, the heart monitor finally picked up a pulse. You all looked at it, breathing sighs of relief.

Chase knelt beside the bed, laying his head down on Jack’s chest, choking out a small sob when he heard thumping sounds. “H-His heart is beating…v-very slowly but…he’s alright…thank god..”

“Anti won’t get away with this,” Jackie growled, clenching his fists. “I’ll fucking kill him!!”

“But we have to find out where he is first,” Marvin reminded him. “We find him, bring him and Henrik back, and we figure out how to wake up Jack. I can poke around his subconscious, but I don’t know what Anti exactly did to him.”

“Sooner or later he’ll have to come back,” you spoke up, looking at Jack once more. “But until then..we have to watch over him and support one another. None of us can go through this alone.”

The egos nodded in collective agreement.

Anti was going to pay for what he did today, although for now…you had to stick together as a family.

“Woah..this is the coolest place I’ve ever seen! ….b-besides the water fuckin’ everywhere of course,” Angus muttered to himself as he navigated through the ruins, which were half-flooded thanks to the large lake nearby. It was times like these where he was grateful to have water-proof boots on.

So far he’s come across some ancient writing on the walls and a few gators that made the ruins their new home. He had his fair share of gator wrestling, but hopefully he wouldn’t have to do that here as long as he was careful.

When the hunter brushed aside a curtain of vines that was in his path, he stopped and gasped lightly when, out of the water, a seal emerged out of the water and onto a rock.

‘A seal? In the middle of the ruins?’ His eyebrows furrowed. “Well, this is new. But why would a seal live in a lake and not-’

But his train of thought was cut off when he saw the seal start to peel back its skin, revealing it to be none other than a human underneath. He gawked as he realized what exactly you were, although he kept quiet so he didn’t scare you away.

After removing the pelt, Angus could see that you had a wetsuit on, which was..surprising to see. Then you grabbed your pelt and wrapped it around you, smiling as you looked around, sighing. 

He cleared his throat, walking out into the clearing. “U-Uh..heya.”

You glanced over, eyes widening when you saw a human. But you smiled brightly and hopped down from the rock to greet him. “Oh hello! Are you lost? Don’t worry I know my way around-”

“Oh no, no, no, I ain’t lost,” he chuckled. “I explore these places almost every other day.” Then he put his hands on his hips and looked you up and down. “So..you’re a Selkie, huh?”

“Bingo.”

“Neat! I’ve always wanted to meet one!. But if I may ask…what’s with the-?”

“I just kinda..found this suit I guess,” you shrugged, looking at your arm. “I didn’t like feeling naked all the time, y’know? Plus it’s comfortable.”

Angus nodded. “Understandable.” Then he took a glance around the ruins once more, before he wandered towards one of the walls, putting his hand on it and brushing away the dust. He blinked in surprise when he found a drawing of a seal.

“People use to worship us all the time.”

With a small gasp, he spun back around, staring at you with wide eyes. “Th-This is..a temple for Selkies? Are there anymore?”

“Sadly, no..” You shook your head and walked over to him. “Once some of the people realized how much our pelts would benefit them…well…”

Angus frowned slightly, nodding in understanding. “I’m sorry..”

“When we learned of this, we fled either on land or through one of the underwater tunnels that were dug for us. I did, too, but..” You hugged your pelt close. “..once the hunters and the whole village moved on, I came back here because it’s my true home.”

“You’ve..been living here by yourself after all these years? Wouldn’t you…wanna-?”

“I don’t live in this temple,” you giggled. “I have a hut established nearby. Fish is plentiful so I don’t have too much to worry about. I already have everything I need here.”

Realizing that nothing he said would change your mind, Angus sighed and smiled at you. “Alright. Just take care of yourself, a’ight?” He walked past you, heading outside, only to feel you grab his arm.

“W-Wait..what’s your name, traveler?”

“..Angus.” Then he glanced back at you. “What about yours?”

“[Y/n].”

“[Y/n],” he hummed. “That’s a nice name.”

A blush appeared on your face. “Th-Thanks…do you..wanna come with me to my hut? You must be hungry.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but instead his stomach answered for him with a small, barely audible grumble. With another sigh, he blushed as well. “..I guess. Y’know how to cook fish?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “No. Humans do that?”

The Australian simply chuckled. “No worries. I’ll show ya how it’s done. It might even taste better. Who knows?” He stepped aside. “Lead the way, mate.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “It’s just up the river so I’ll have to..”

“Go ahead.”

With a grin you ran back to the waters and dove in, instantly turning into a seal. Angus followed you out of the ruins and down the stream, smiling as he saw your seal head appear above the surface every now and then.

Awh I love looking up witchcraft stuff too sometimes! But don’t worry I don’t need anything like immensely detailed haha. I’m good at working with almost any type of request so you’re good :)

…..

“Wanna know what else I can summon?”

Jameson looked at you, intrigued, although his eyes widened when you conjured up some glowing snowflakes between your fingertips. Then they formed to create a small deer-like creature in your palm, who walked around as though it was a real life one.

You could see the awe grow on the dapper ego’s face as he leaned closer to see the deer. When he touched one of its antlers, it immediately dissolved into thousands of snowflakes, which all floated back into the charm on your necklace. That was the source of your power.

“Amazing!” He replied. “So..you must be one of the good witches.”

“Hmm…I could be mean if I wanted to be,” you smiled innocently at him. “But you’ve been a real sweetheart so you have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m sorry if this sounds selfish..but…with your magic could you….” Lowering his hands, he tapped his throat.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Jamie..I’d love to help you regain your voice. But do you know for sure if you were cursed or not?”

“At this point it could be…anything. Infection, accident, curse. Even if it’s physically impossible for me to speak..I….” Jameson couldn’t bring himself to finish as tears welled in his eyes, before he covered them with his hat. “Never mind. I sound so selfish and stupid for asking that of you.”

As he tried to get up to leave, though, you quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. “Hey..c’mon now.” You gently took his hat from him, and he allowed you to see his red face and teary eyes. “It’s not selfish or stupid. How about I talk to Marvin and we can see about making something that’ll temporarily give you a voice? We can try to make it sound close to your original one.”

His jaw dropped at your offer, although he frantically shook his head. “No! No! I cannot ask that of you! I was only joking about-!” He was signing fast, but he stopped when you grabbed his hands, chuckling.

“I don’t mind, Jamie. Honestly. Besides I’m just starting to get the hang of brewing potions, and you’ve been so sweet. I can’t give you the world even with all my power, sadly, but I can at least try to give you a chance to speak again.”

For a few moments, he just stared at you. But then he gave you a shaky smile before he hugged you tightly, a few tears sliding down his cheeks.

Oooo! I like the idea of Wolfman Jack! (also how fitting that I write this today since Jack was playing that monster date game earlier xD)

70) “Bad dream?”

…….

“Okay, remember how I said some traps always miss if you just walk through ‘em calmly? Well…you definitely gotta run through these ones! C’mon!” 

Illinois ran through the cavern, pulling you along as you both narrowly dodged the many spikes, axes, flames, and blades that came swinging and flying at you. He yelped as he ducked his head, a spike tearing right through his hat and making it fall off.

But he didn’t care for that right now. Keeping you and himself alive was priority over any dumb hat.

At some point, though, you reached a section of the cave that split off into three separate ways: a left, a middle, and a right path. “Damn it..this’ll be tough. But I’m used to these kinds of….”

However, as the explorer turned to face you, his eyes widened in horror as he saw how mangled your body was: countless spikes penetrated your skin, and half of your face was scorched and bloody.

“Oh god..[y/n]?!” Illinois held you upright as you started wobbling a little. “Wh-What happened?! You sounded fine! I didn’t hear a scream or….why aren’t you saying anything?”

You simply looked at him, before shoving the bloodstained artifact into his hands and promptly collapsing to the ground.

“No, no, no! You’re not dying here! Not like all the others!” He fell to his knees and tried to get the spikes out of your body, but the light already left your eyes.

You were gone.

“G-Goddamnit..” He choked out a sob, covering his mouth, although he stopped as he heard the sounds of rumbling.

And when he looked..there were three boulders rolling out of the different pathways. He could only scream as they merged into one, before he threw himself over your body to protect you as the now giant boulder rammed-

“AHH!”

With a scream, Illinois sat up in his sleeping bag, already in a cold sweat. He exhaled shakily and realized he was in his own tent, illuminated by a dim lantern.

“Illinois? You alright?”

He looked and saw you pull back the entrance, before you crawled inside to check up on him. “What happened? Bad dream?”

“..I..” His shaky hand felt around for his hat, which he put on as he sniffled and lowered his head. “I need to take a little..walk-”

“No, stay here. It’s not dawn yet.” You sat beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head as he rubbed his eyes. “N-No..’cause…i-it’s just like all my other dreams of my former colleagues. But..it was you instead.”

“…oh.” Your heart sunk. Now you understood why he tried to distance himself from people all the time–vivid and violent nightmares of their deaths.

“I was always afraid of…g-gettin’ too close to people. But I didn’t wanna keep doing that after you came along.” Then Illinois looked at you with teary eyes. “You mind stayin’ here for a little while?”