Angst/Fluff Skephalo Oneshots

PoetBoy[A/F]

TW=
-HEAVY angst
-discussion of suicide
-dw it gets better after
Based on NikiIsStupid 's request<3
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The wind was blowin' hard against those windows, not a slight bit of light was willing to pass trough the thick layers of clouds that were covering the nightsky, it could have easly been a perfect setup for a murder scene, that's exactly why he was assigned a new mission, his only information? Darryl Noverschosh. Nothing else, he had no idea wheter he was there stop him, save him, kill him or god knows whatelse.
He was standing outside this random dude's window, dressed in all black, soaking wet from the pouring rain. Skeppy would have guessed that window was crystal clear just before the storm hit, poor guy, all that effort in cleaning it gone to waste... Why was Skeppy was spying on this Darryl dude? It would have been nice to have any sort of more information, and what better way to achive that if not by watching him in his "natural habitat".
However he was starting to loose hope by just looking at him waiting for anything to happen other than Darryl writing and writing on a peace of paper just to then scrumble everything and throw it away. This has been going on endlessly for the past hour or so; Zak could be a very patient guy, but staying still watching at a window waiting for something... anything to happen was not something he was willing to do for another hour, god, him doing anything else at this point seemt like an impossible dream.
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He got up.
Fucking finally!! Something was about to happen!
What Zak didn't expect tho, was Darryl coming back from the bathroom with a bottle of pills in a hand a wine glass in the other.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now, He didn't even know if his job was to kill or save that guy. "Fuck this." He saw the sad expression turn into a terrefied one watching the intruder entering trough the window.
"Who the heck are you and what do you wan-"
"Put those pills down right now. Please."
Darryl's lower lip started lightly quivering
"I uh- it's only my anxiety meds don't worry... really!" Zak looked at him not beliving a single word he just said, Darryl on the other hand was trying everything he had in him not to start crying right on the spot.
"Ok lesten, that's not your problem, what is your problem tho is that i'm gonns be calling the police and tell them there's an intruder in my house!" Zak chuckled
"No YOU lesten badboy, you wont, if you wanted to you would have already did. And, second, i barely know your name but i like you ok? So let's talk this trough, i'll tell you everything you wanna know about me and my job and you won't take those pills"
The poor boy was now just staring at the ground not even bothering to hold back the waterfalls that were falling from his eyes.
"Please... leave me alone..."
"Well now i wont!"
Zak started snooping around the room for a bit, walking around, replacing stuff and more; as he got near the desk he picked up the peace of paper he was so curious about. What has he been writing for the past hour?
"Huh" "what? And please put that down! It's private-" a smile plastered on Zak face "are you a poet? " he said after taking a quick look at the peace of paper "not really, i wanted to be one, but i guess it didn't worked out..." Zak Sighed once again "so tell me... poet boy, you really wanted this to be your last work huh?"  "Ye- wait no! I wasn't gonna... you know-" "yeah yeah" he placed his pointing finger next to the first line and started reading outloud.
"And we were once again,
Watching the hundreds of stars
That used to light up the sky blah blah blah, this shit is looong!
This time tho i was smiling,
bleeding out On the ground
You were cryin' - oh shit- is this a suicide letter?!"  Zak was now eyeing the poor poetboy who was now simply standing there watching him talk awakardly, feeling a bit ashamed and at the same time privated of his privacy.
"Soo what's your execuse now... uhh-?"
"Darryl. My name is darryl." A slight grin formed on Zak's lips " yeah no, i know, i meant if you had any  nicknames or something"  Darryl was a fitting name, cute "what the fu- what do you mean you knew, but don't worry poetboy is bad enough" 
"this poem is nice!  Why did you said you weren't a poet? " he carefully put back down the paper trying not to ruin an hour worth of work.
"Nobody really gave a shit wheter i was or not so i just always kinda kept my poems to myself"
"I do care, and please say 'i am'"  Darryl sat back on his bed and and scuffed "no you dont, you dont even know me!" "I know  youway more than what you think, but! I'd like to be your first customer!!" Darryl got up and started walking towards the desk "i dont really take commissions but sure- what do you want me to write you about?" Zak started fabling with his hands in a circle motion, he felt kinda nervous. It just hit him, he was talking to his direct target, and he was starting to grow an attachment on him, it wasn't hard for him to grow attached to people but this quickly?!. " i don't know... write about what's on your mind!" Darryl tiredly sat down on his wooden chair and picked a new peace of paper "i am keeping my promise, now you have to tell me something about yourself!"
Zak plomped on the bed leaving a wet track given the fact that he was still soaking wet,  and stirred his limbs "ok so uh, my name is Zak but Skeppy also works, i'm 22, i work for the CIA, i'm here because my boss gave me a peace of paper with your name on it and my favorite color is blue!" Darryl stared blankly at him "either you hoped i wouldnt hear the middle part or you dont know the difference between important and not important stuff-" he spinned his chair around and started writing "we should hangout sometimes-" "will you shut up?" Zak started fake crying to try and guiltrip Darryl, nothing too mean, putting more pressuore on the boy wasnt something he actually wanted to do. "Rude much huh?" "Says the one who letterally broke into my house" Zak rolled his eyes and simply replyed "you clearly wanted me here heh" "touchè".
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"YOU THINK I'M COCKY?! and stubborn too! Can't say you're wrong" and he kept commenting "and why is this whole poem about me, am i what has been on your mind this past hour ? I knew you didn't hate me!!" "ok funny, whatever, could you leave me alone now?" As strange as it might have sounded he didnt wanted to leave him alone, there was still the possibility his mission was to save and protect the boy, so he had to think an excuse, and quick "actually... it's raining! Yeah, and pretty heavly too if you didn't noticed, so if you don't mind could i stay here for the night-?"
Darryl groaned angrily and left the room
"I cant belive i'm actually doing this... " he mumbled under his breath "GO TAKE A SHOWER, YOU CAN USE THE MY CLOTHES IF YOU NEED TO! Ugh" he shouted to the other room"TANK YOU SO MUCH! LOVE YOU TO DEATH!! SEE YOU LATER" "love you too?" As much as darryl could say zak was a strange guy, he still found the guy quite intresting and plesant to be around.
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It was 3.45 am and Zak was laying on darryl's couch with a peace of paper in one of his hands, wich casually happened to be Darryl's latest poem, not beeing able to get even an ounch of sleep. Even if he seemed "cooky and stubborn" as the poem drew him, that was not at all the first time he found himself in this position.
The difference is that this time he could see a light out of this limbo of beeing awake but at the same time not beeing able to percive the passing time of each hour. This time he was not alone, darryl, someone he met just a few hours prior was just a few steps away.
He got up, almost tripping several times trying to walk with a pijama that was almost twice his size, and entered the room.
"Uhhh hey...? Poetboy..." Zak whispered loud enough just for darryl to hear "could i maybe lay here with you...?" Darryl simply rolled off the center off the bed, leaving some spare space  for the other to get confortable in. "Thanks" Zak said that in such a loving way it almost felt so intimate "what's the problem" "couldn't sleep..." little did The now sleeping poetboy knew that the reason Zak was laying awake was him, or at least a very big part of the motive.
Zak picked up his phone for the last time that night, quickly replying to the text his boss had sent him just half an hout prior, just to then finally drift off to sleep too with the warmth of a new friendship that was forming in the strangest of ways.
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O Boss

-You have to kill the target by the end of tomorrow

Me O
I quit. -

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A/N= Hiii :D this took me way longer than it should have but it's finally done!! I strangely dont despise this chapter :] so yeah
Happy halloween btw<3
(Gonna check for any mistakes later, i'm tired)
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