Skephalo Oneshots

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Prompt- A doesn't talk much, but whispers soft things to B when they feel they need it

AN// Fluffy, enjoy UwU

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    They say there is a reason behind everything. Whether it be a persons actions, words, feelings, or just how they handle certain situations. Darryl, also know as BadBoyHalo, didn't feel he had a reason when he slowly started becoming mute. Of course, it was all preference. He never came up with a pin point as to why. 

    It was gradual, as most things are. At first he would only speak when he felt noise needed to fill a quiet moment. Then became the quick decent. He started talking only when talked to, then only when asked a specific question, and then... nothing. He was one hundred percent, quiet. No one could get him to talk, other than humming or aggressive nods. His friends quickly accepted it, not wanting to make the, shy, hot head mad. 

    Today was like any other, Darryl didn't talk, and Zak sat with him in the living room watching some random movie that was on. They hadn't been sitting there long, moments ago they just finished a couple hour long stream. Even though it hadn't been quiet for that long, Darryl felt awkward. He repeatedly shifted in his spot, flexing his hands and picking at the string on his sweatpants. 

    Glancing over, Zak raised a brow at his friends fidgeting. "Hey, you alright?" Darryl nodded. What else could he do, talk? Not after a three year commitment. "If you say so dude. I'm here if you ever want to talk it out. Or write. Whatever makes you comfortable." Zak placed his hand softly on Darryl's shoulder, having to stretch his arm a little due to the distance. 

    Shyly looking over at the other boy, Darryl nodded again, patting Zak's hand reassuringly. That seemed to be enough for Zak, but he scooted closer to Darryl ever so slightly. They watched the movie then, having no distractions like before. 

    Until Zak's phone pinged on the coffee table less than two feet in front of them. He grabbed his phone, unlocking it and reading whatever message was on the screen. Darryl tried his best to keep his eyes on the television and not let them wander to Zak's phone. It was none of his business who was texting him, but he still felt the pang in his heart at the thought of it being someone Zak found, special. 

    Unable to stand it anymore, Darryl decided it would be okay to at least look at Zak's face and see his expression. He really wished he hadn't. Zak's eyes were wide and brimmed with tears. His unoccupied hand was over his agape mouth softly, said hand was shaking and his usually tanned skin was pale. Darryl's adrenaline spiked quickly, his hand coming down softly on Zak's shoulder, just as Zak did a few moments ago. 

    He still didn't speak, squeezing Zak's shoulder lightly to try and get his attention off his phone. It didn't work, he was still unmoving, just staring at his phone. Darryl was at a loss as to what to do without his voice. Taking the hand not on Zak's shoulder, Darryl took his opposite hand and placed it on Zak's left cheek,  he put slight pressure to pull Zak's face away from his phone. 

    Zak finally drew his eyes away from his phone, blinking at Darryl owlishly. His bottom lip trembled as a tear made it's way down his face. "She's hurt, Darry" He cried, dropping the phone and hugging Darryl around his neck. "My sister, she was in an accident." He sobbed into Darryl's shoulder, hugging him tightly. 

    Darryl was shocked for a moment, returning the hug shortly after. He sat, crying on Darryl for a while, unable to stop himself with the fear of losing his sister buzzing around his brain. Darryl was thinking quickly, trying to remember what calmed Zak down. Only one thing came to mind. 

    His voice. 

    Squeezing his eyes tightly, Darryl whispered to Zak," It's okay muffin. She's okay. I love you." His words made Zak freeze, like he was paused, too shocked to react. It was only a second, then Zak was crying harder, hugging Darryl tighter to him. 

    "Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you. I love you too. Please, please don't leave me." Darryl ran a hand through Zak's hair, smiling softly at the desperate boy. 

    "Never Zak. Love you." He whispered into his hair. Sometimes the small, quiet words, are louder than you could imagine.