#durhamxreader

Jack

Jack knew something was up this first time he saw you. 

He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he just stays as your silent support.

Unfortunately for Jack, he’s shit at hiding his feelings. It’s a canine thing, and Jack thing

When he finally finds out, he freaks. He tries not to, but he can’t help it. 

You slid off the hat you’d been wearing recently. He hadn’t said anything, despite the fact it had been warm and the hat didn’t really fit with the spring weather. Your ear, what was left of it, tried to flick. Jack ran over. His hands ran from your healing injury, down to your face. You could see the panic in his chocolate eyes, and you could feel his hands shake. 

“What happened?” Jack’s voice cut through the silence. His hands still held your face. His thumbs ran over your cheek bone. 

Depending on what you tell him, he becomes a lot more of a mother hen. He doesn’t like when you’re gone and texts you more. You may have to tell him to relax

If you got the injury by accident and not during some confrontation, he’s...still overbearing? He worries a lot. 

If you’re self conscious about it, you bet your butt he’s going to do whatever he has to in order to build your confidence. 

Overall, Jack just worries. His whole heart is dedicated to you, no matter how mangled or weird you may look, he’s going to stand by your side. 

Voss

Voss notices right away when you start acting strange, or when you’re trying to hide things

“Alright, what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t beat around the bush. 

You give in and show Voss what’s going on. Voss looks at your wounds, newly healed. he pats your cheeks with his hand, smiling. You’re stumped for a moment, and he puts his hands on his hips, smiling. 

“That’s what you were worried about? Now you look like some sort of action hero. What should we tell the everyone? Oh! You got in a battle and took out six guys!”

Voss is worried, don’t get him wrong, but he knows that as long as you two are together, you’ll be fine. He’s small but spunky

“Let me do the fighting, you can do the talking” 

Collot

Collot notices pretty quickly something is off. He doesn’t push it and just treats you the way he always has. He trusts that you know that you can come to him if you need something. 

Collot is a dog, and pretty physical. While he wont push you, he may insist you take a sweater, or he hugs you tight before you go. He wants you to smell like him. It just makes him feel a little better

“Hey can I talk to you?” Collot turns back to you, offering the drink he got from the vending machine your direction. 

“Sure,” Her twists the cap off his soda, sitting next to you on the bench. You spill the beans, Collot just listens.

If you got it from a fight, Collot becomes a sort of guard dog. He’s very easy going, but he’s fiercely protective if he thinks your back is up against a wall

You wouldn’t know how protective until someone gets aggressive with you, and Collot shows off his fangs. 

If you got it by some sort of accident, he’s going to pretend to keep you away from anything dangerous. 

Either way, he still cares about you, not what you look like. He still is the same guy who’s going to hold your hand when you walk, joke with you, beat you at video games, and use every moment he has making you happy 

“You look kinda cool with that scar. I should warn my mom I’m dating a baddass”

Durham

He knows something is up, but unlike a lot of other males he’s not about to let it slide.

“Okay, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He spins in his chair, ignoring the laptop and video search he was doing for your movie date. He’s slouched in his chair, arms crossed. You know when he gets like this there’s not dancing around whatever he wants to know. 

“Oh...Um...” You fidget, and spill the beans. He just looks at you and listens.

If you got it from a fight, he’s actually kind of proud of you. 

“I bet the other guy looks worse, huh?” 

If you got it from an accident, he’s going to tease you. 

“Come on babe, did you really do that?”

While he’s generally casual about it, he will try and hang out with you more. He walks with you at night or if you’re in a bad area.

“You’re going to have to teach me some moves so I can use them on Collot and Legoshi,” He throws an arm over your shoulders. “You and me? We’re going to be unstoppable”  

Miguno

Miguno is very low key, but he knows something is wrong. 

“Hey, you okay?” He doesn’t ask much, but he tries his best to be supportive, even if he doesn’t know what’s wrong. 

If you tell him then, he’s supportive.

“Torn ear, huh? That’d make a good album name”

He’s supportive, and if you got it from a fight, he tries to teach you self defense. 

“Hey, I know you’ve had a bunch of stuff happen...so I wrote you a song to cheer you up,” He proceeds to pull out his guitar. It’s a little rough, but he put a lot of heart and soul into it. It doesn’t have lyrics, but he hums along. He has a tune, but no real words.