Hai!! Just saying this now, if you don't want to do this request that's completely fine and you can ignore if you want!! Ok but onto the request: can you do the pasta's reaction to you coming back from a failed mission / a mission where you got injured and the pasta sees you basically burst into tears because of it? Again if you're not comfy doing this request you dont gotta! Have a good day :3
Fail Missions Require Sucessful Comfort
Hello Beatle Bug! I Wasn’t Sure If You Had Any Certain Ones In Mind So I Just Did Some From My List LOL
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Masky
Tim knew something was wrong the moment you stepped foot in the door. You didn’t say a single thing and just kept your head down.
He didn’t want to press- but he needed to know how things went so he could write up the mission report. So he nudged you with his foot lightly and crossed his arms.
He’d ask you how it went and your lack of a response only made him huff and scowl under the mask. Then you sniffled and he froze. His eyes trailed down your form and the slots filled in.
“That bad huh? You lookin like shit.” His voice was softer than when he first spoke, and you broke down at it.
He’d held you while you sobbed and snotted all over his jacket, he’d hold you till they slowed. Rubbing circles into your back and shushing you quietly.
Later when Hoodie asked what took the report so long, Masky would just hum and say something about rookies and their fuck ups. Hoodie wouldn’t mention the wet spot your eyes soaked through.
Hoodie
Brian was under his pickup. Grease and oil coated his hands while he finished off replacing the oil filter and screwing it back into place when he heard you approach.
He’d mumble a greeting and ask how it went. When you sniffled quietly and said you fail he stopped his work.
He slowly slid out from underneath and sat up. His mask had been discarded so you could see his scared lips curl into a frown and his brows furrow.
He held his arms open and watched you throw yourself down into them. He said nothing and just held you tightly while you rambled on about everything that went wrong.
When your tears dried he’d simply motion to the pickup and take you for a quiet drive. Slow as you could see the sunrise and hear the morning doves sing.
Nina
Nina could hardly wait for you to return. She got new polish colors and wanted to show you. But when you made your entry she changed her directive.
She didn’t ask, just grabbed your hands and pulled you down into a hug. She shuffled you both onto her bed and pulled the blankets on top.
She’d play with your hair gently while telling you about how her first failed mission went- and how Jeff fucked one up eariler that week.
Once you calmed and your hiccups subsided Nina would ask what you wanted to do and it’d happen with no hesitation. If anyone would try to say anything she’d jump them later.
You were her everything, and she’d make sure you felt good about yourself!
Eyeless Jack
Jack already knew you were on route to the medby thanks to Masky texting him. So when you crept in with blood covered clothes he was prepared.
They’d help you remove everything necessary and carefully patch you up. With each pinch and poke it’d tell you how proud it was of you.
Afterwards, Jack would help clean you up and then scoop you into his arms and to the bed. They let you cry your heart out while patting your head and kissing it softly.
He already knew you’d be out of commission for a week at least, and it planned to spend each second smothering you in love and affection.
You were their spark of light in this dim and dying world, so he’d breathe life into your lungs with each puff of air.
Jeff
At first Jeff just laughed his ass off at the sight of you covered in dirt and twigs. He giggled still when you sniffled and said you twisted your ankle badly.
He’d drag you into the bathroom and help wipe off the mud caked on your skin and then made sure you got the ankle wrapped up by a medic. Then he’d call you a klutzy dumbass.
He acted as your crutch while you hobbled back to his room to decompress some. While you passed through the living room Ben started laughing at you and before he could say anythingJeff knocked his fist into the blonds mouth.
If you mentioned it later he’d deny the reason and say the fucker stole his weed pen while he layed on top of with his head buried in your stomach.
