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blackaquokat · 5 years

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Testify to the Bleeding Heart

Fandom: Who Killed Markiplier?

Pairing: DAtective (Abe x the District Attorney)

Summary: In which an unfortunate side effect of past tragedies comes to light during an intimate moment.

A/N: So while the next chapter of Satisfied kicks my butt, have this little DAtective drabble I wrote in a fit of inspiration back in April, half-inspired by a post @raimeyl made about their sister’s thoughts about Abe and what happens with his bullet wound. Go follow them if you haven’t, btw!

Some references are made to my series Law & Disorder, which you can read on ao3 here , because you may understand this better...no idea if this will be canon to the series or just a fun side piece , but still.

TW for blood and a touch of gore.

When you look back on this moment far later, you will have no recollection of how the hell it started.

Abe probably said something stupid, which is about as surprising as finding a fish underwater.

It is oddly intriguing, the way he throws about his words without thinking first. Where you have spent your entire life hoarding your words and arguments like a warrior hides weapons under their armor, every time Abe speaks, it’s like he throws a rock directly into a hornet’s nest and waits until the insects fly out before running off to safety.

Most times it leads to amusing situations. Other days it gets the bastard stung all over and you end up yelling at him for not watching his mouth—

Ah, right. That’s how it started.

You were thinking about Abe’s mouth, which lead to the memory of that soul-searing kiss you both shared before the world cracked open and swallowed you whole.

Now…

“You alright, Partner?”

Abe’s concern pries you from your musings. He’s standing by the tragically small dining room table (essentially a white plastic square with legs), arms folded across his chest.

You don’t know what it is about the Detective that suddenly makes you brave, but you know for a fact that whatever this is between the both of you?

It’s special. It’s real.

It hurts like a bitch, it burns your veins and cracks your heart, it makes you smile like an idiot, and gives you more hope than anything else in your life.

(You had considered kissing him long before the alcohol melted into your system at that doomed party, if only to keep him from digging his own grave by opening his mouth and speaking. Had you known what would happen afterward, you probably wouldn’t have stopped kissing him for the rest of the night.)

This is what you tell yourself as you approach Abe, stepping forward each time he steps back, which is only two steps until he’s up against the wall.

He’s staring at you with a strange mix of fear, arousal, and...possibly adoration.

You really hope you aren’t about to ruin the only good thing left in your life.

You stop when your toes touch his. This is his chance to push you away. You’ll understand. It will probably hurt you beyond repair, and that will be the final sign that love just isn’t something meant for you, but as long as you can keep Abe in your life, as long as he’s still your friend, you’ll get through it.

“Is there a reason you’re trying to trigger my sense of deja vu, Partner?” The shaking in his voice doesn’t sound like fear.

That’s a good sign, you think. “So you remember this too?”

“Oh, very vividly. Especially once the hangover wore off.”

His sarcastic tone makes you smile. “So you know how this moment is supposed to end.”

Uncertainty lines the exhaustion in his eyes. “I never expected a repeat performance. Considering, you know, we were both dead for a while, and...at least part of it was my fault.”

You still think you’re cursed, Abe?

You think that scares me?

You never understood that maybe I’m cursed, too.

Your hand reaches forward and touches the edge of his suspenders, almost reverently. The article of clothing does strange, gymnast worthy things to your heart.

(No one has the right to make suspenders look this damn attractive.)

“Well, how about now?”

Abe doesn’t answer. He just stares at you with a longing so painful it stops the air in your throat.

Screw it.

You grab hold of his suspender strap and use it to pull him to you. Your foreheads bump together gently. A beat passes, time for one of you to bow out if that’s the case, and then you close the remaining space.

And it’s butterflies brushing their wings underneath your skin, it’s slow heat turning to a boil in your chest, this is all the gentleness neither of you never got to have, a lifetime of struggle and loss and pain, but the two of you have earned this brushing of lips, the tips of his fingers grazing your jaw, your hand slipping to the back of his neck—

You are all hard edges and bitterness, and so is Abe. You both have bled and snapped off pieces of yourselves for the sake of this awful, unfair world.

You’ve earned the right for a soft touch. You deserve to be treated like spun glass, just for this brief breath of time.

And Abe deserves to be treated like he’s magic.

Curse or no curse, he has magic in his touch that sparks through your veins like white hot electricity.

Seconds later, an eternity, a few heartbeats, maybe a million, and your lips shift to his cheek and down to his jaw.

He makes a sound like he’s in pain and you stop. Pull away. Clear your throat.

“Sorry, I…” You step back to give him space but he grips your upper arm and pulls you right back to him. Your hand lands on his chest.

You feel something wet and look down. Your eyes widen.

“No, it’s...I’m okay, I just…” He ducks his head. His other hand comes up to your neck, his thumb brushing gently against the steady thud of your pulse. “I’m trying to remind myself that I’m not dead. That this is really—”

“Um...Abe?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s, uh, there’s blood on your shirt?”

“What?”

Abe looks down and sees what you only just noticed: a blossoming scarlet stain spreading across his chest. Your hand lifts from the shirt stained with red and trembling.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He shakes his head. The lack of panicking over his bleeding chest is disquieting. “That...that happens, sometimes, when my heart gets going.”

“It—what? Wait, is that where you were shot?” The observation shocks you into action. You grab Abe’s wrist and drag him to the kitchen. “Jesus Christ, Abe! You might have said something!”

“In my defense,” he says as he watches you rifle through the drawers for rags, “I was a little distracted.”

Oh, as soon as you get him stitched back up and he stops bleeding all over the floor, you will punch him in the face.

And maybe kiss him again.

Barring that doing such a thing won’t make him bleed like a damn waterfall again.

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#wkm #who killed markiplier #kat writes #datective #abe the detective #y/n district attorney #yeah so this started off suuuuuper intimate and i didn't know how to kill the mood #then i remembered the post that raimeyl made all those months ago #and here we are now #no way to kill a mood like a gushing bullet wound

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iamvegorott · 6 years

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Shattered Code Chapter 17 (Finale)

Finally Happy

“I do.” “I do.”

Bing laughed as he watched Chase and Marvin dance together in the middle of the dance floor, Chase grabbed his foot and hopped in pain when Marvin accidentally stepped on it. Marvin had worry in his eyes and tried to comfort Chase and ended up giggling when Chase straightened back up and rubbed his hands in Marvin’s hair, messing up the green locks. He stepped away and bumped hips with Wilford, who was talking with JJ. JJ signed a hello and Wilford laughed before clapping a hand on Bing’s back. Bing excused himself and walked on, ruffling Robbie’s hair as he passed him and pausing to help Yandere with the collar of her dress, saying that she looked beautiful and continued on his search. Bing took Ed’s hat and placed it on Silver’s head when he passed the two, laughing as he kept on, getting an eye roll from Ed while Silver chuckled. Bing took Bim’s hand and spun him around a few times while Dr. Iplier and Henrik laughed, both of them having to act quickly when Bim lost his balance after Bing released him. Bing apologized and he got a laugh and wave from Bim, letting him know that he was fine. Bing apologized again and perked up when he saw who he was looking for.

“Bing!” CJ said happily as he and RJ cut off Bing’s path.

“Hey, guys,” Bing said back. “Do you mind if I-”

“How are you feeling on this very special night?” RJ asked, holding his microphone towards Bing. “I’m sure that seeing the marriage ritual of the two demons was a sight to behold!”

“It’s going great, but right now, I really want to be with-”

“Do you have any future plans of partaking in the same type of ritual?” RJ asked, getting Bing to blush a little. “From what I’ve heard, a robot wedding ritual would be similar to that of the demons, is that true?”

“I-I-uh…”

“Alright, enough question you two,” Google said, walking over to wrap an arm around Bing’s shoulder. “Anti’s gonna throw the bouquet I’d love to be with my boyfriend for that.”

“Flower throwing!?” RJ and CJ gasped.

“We have to get footage!” RJ announced and the two took off.

“Thanks, Googs.” Bing chuckled.

“Anything for you,” Google said, giving Bing a quick peck on the lips.

“Wait, who’s that?” Bing asked, looking beyond Google.

Micro stood at the bar and was helping himself to another drink, not nearly having enough in him to even have a buzz. Weddings were so weird. He didn’t really get them, but everyone else was happy so he’d deal with it.

“Um...h-hi?” Micro turned his head when he heard a new voice.

“Hi.” Micro squeaked out. The person who had walked up to him was another Iplier ego. He had blonde hair in them and his eyes were a bright green, almost as bright as his smile and the little freckles on his cheeks and nose were just precious.

“I’m Chrome!” The man greeted happily, holding out a hand.

“Micro…” Micro took the hand and his face flushed when he felt a little static pop happen the moment their palms touched.

“Oh, sorry about that. I’m still working on controlling that.” Chrome nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

“I can...uh...show you how.” Micro offered.

“Really!? That'd be so cool!” Chrome bounced a little with joy. Micro smiled and laughed a little.

“Chrome?” Bing asked, looking back at Google.

“Everyone deserves to be happy,” Google said.

“You sap.” Bing teased.

“You’ve softened me.” Google pressed their foreheads together.

“Good. You weren’t fun when you were a dick.” Bing giggled.

“Come on, you unmarried fuckers! Get my flowers!” Anti called, his red and white tuxedo someone still being perfectly clean after dinner.

“I thought you were joking about the bouquet toss.” Bing chuckled.

“You go ahead, I need to talk to Dark real quick.”

“And leave all the fun to me?”

“Bing! I know you ain’t married!” Anti gestured with his arm while the others made a little group in front of him.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Bing laughed, not questioning why everyone stepped out of the way and had him stand in the front.

“Y’all ready?” Anti asked, his back to the crowd. “One...two…” Anti bent as if he was about to toss the flowers, but he turned back around and handed the bouquet to Bing.

“What?” Bing blinked in confusion as Anti smiled at him and stepped aside, showing that Google had been standing behind him. “Googs?”

“You know, I never thought I’d the marrying kind.” Google chuckled. “For the longest time I thought weddings were a waste of time and money and it’s just a piece of paper you sign for legal purposes.” Bing looked around and saw that everyone was moving to surround the two in a circle. “But after spending an entire year helping Dark and Anti with their wedding, I learned that they are pretty damn swell.”

“G-Googs, are...are you…”

“We’ve been through some crazy things together. I haven’t been the best to you and I don’t know if I’d ever be able to make it up to you. But something that I do know, is that I love you.” Bing squeezed the flowers to his chest when Google went down on one knee. “Through thick and thin, I’ll be there for you. For better or for worse, I’ll be there for you. For the times you fall off your skateboard trying a new trick, I’ll be there with a bright and colorful band-aid and plenty of kisses to make it better.” There was a little laugh amongst the group and Bing could feel tears forming in his eyes. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I’m dying to know-” Google took a small box out from behind him and opened it, showing a wedding band with a dark blue strip in the center. “-will you marry me?”

“Googs!” Bing cried and jumped down to Google’s wrapping his arms around him in a hug as they both fell down.

“It’s a yes!” Wilford shouted, making the crowd break out into loud cheers.

“If he said no, I would have kicked his ass.” Anti joked with Dark, who just rolled his eyes at his now husband.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Bing grabbed Google’s face and kissed him.

He was so happy.

He was finally happy.

Bing was happy.

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#bingle #i can't believe it's finished #this series has been a trip

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blackaquokat · 6 years

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Prompt: I haven't slept in four days... Details, sort of: After WKM and in the van videos universe or timeline? Pairing: Acting Attorney Pleaassseee? You're the best!

Absolutely! Thank you, dearie! I’ve beeneager to write more post-WKM Acting Attorney! Speaking of, I’d like to addresssomething: I write the DA as a self-insert, but I want you all to keep in mind,the DA is not based on me. Like, at all. And this is not the real Markiplier,this is Actor!Mark. As a result, Amyplier will not be addressed in this series,primarily because I love those two and would rather just leave them out of myworks out of respect. I feel awkward enough writing about Mark in general, evenas Actor!Mark. No one has mentioned it to me yet, but I wanted to address itanyway. Okay, on with the prompt!

P.S. This may end up canon to my unnamed Acting Attorney series as of yet, and this prompt I answered earlier thatyou can read here could be considered the prequel to this.

132: “ I haven’t sleptin four days… ”

Oo00oO

It takes some time for Mark to get the former DistrictAttorney acclimated to living in an actual home.

As soon as they arrived at his home, his friendasked to use the shower. The hope in their voice was so fragile at the time. Ittook an hour-long shower, a bottle of body wash, three bars of soap, and halfa shampoo bottle before they decided they were presentable. (“I had trouble figuring out the hot and coldsettings, but I…I’m not sure why…”) Considering how small they were, Mark hadto call a few friends, Amy and Ethan for example, inquiring for oldclothes they didn’t mind lending out.

Once his old friend was bathed and adorned in clean, if notfresh, clothes, they began to resemble an everyday modern citizen, a ratherunsettling sight for Mark. Not just because they’re still emaciated andhaggard, but more because he still expects to see them in 1940s regalia.

Mark offers them the spare room in his home and from there,he’s not entirely sure what he shoulddo. So he posts an update about taking the week off from making videos in orderto offer his friend full attention. This includes making sure they eat, takingthem to shop for non-hand-me-down clothes, and answering most of their questions.

That last one is the most revealing in regard to just howdeep the former DA’s amnesia runs. Not only do they have no recollection oftheir life before the manor, they also carry little to no knowledge aboutmodern technology. The first time the microwave alarmed, they yelped and felloff the kitchen stool.

This opens up even more questions:

What happened to them in the manor?

How long have they been alive? (Are they alive, though?Their skin is cold to the touch, and Mark’s not always sure he feels a pulsewhen he holds their hand to lead them down through the city.)

Why don’t theyremember anything since then?

About half a week in, Mark discovers yet another problem his oldfriend is facing.

Mark has always had trouble sleeping, especially since theManor. He doesn’t know if it’s just theafter-effect of interacting with the Dark Entity for so long, or if it’s justfurther evidence of how deep his guilt goes, but there it is.

Now that the former DA is back in his life, he’s morerestless than ever at night. On this particular evening, he gives up ratherquickly on sleep and decides to go binge-watch One-Punch Man or something.

Upon arriving in the living room, he sees the DA lying onthe floor in front of the couch, staring up at the ceiling without a focuspoint in their gaze. Couple that withthe strange paleness of their dark skin, and the hands folded on their stomach,and they’re far too resembling of a corpse.

Mark has only a moment to be embarrassed about wearingpajamas with his brand (why should that embarrass him now? It never botheredhim before.) before he announces his presence with a question: “Are you okay?”

They startle out of their position, eyes wide and breathquick. Mark is a little relieved to see them move.

“Oh, hi, Mark. I, um…” They clear their throat and shuffleto their feet. “Sorry, I’ll go back to the room—”

“No, stop that,” Mark stresses. “You’re out here for a reason.What’s the matter?”

“Um…well…” They shrug, a helpless gesture. “I can’t sleep.”Seeing the question in his gaze, they continue, “The bed is really soft, I feel like I’m going tofall through to the ground, then I keep turning the light back on becausesomething about the dark makes me feel trapped, and…” Their hands run throughtheir shorn curls. “And…I saw my reflection in the window, earlier, and had thisawful urge to throw a chair through it, so I decided to come out here instead.Property damage is a pretty awful show of gratitude, you know.”

They avoid his gaze as they confess this.

“How long has it been since you slept?” Mark should havenoticed the exhaustion in their shadowed eyes, but he’s been a little moreconcerned with how visible their ribs have been through the tighter shirts they’veworn.

“I don’t know, one…maybe four days…”

“Wha—four days?” Markpinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to cause a problem,” they apologize.“I didn’t mean to wake you up—”

“You didn’t,” Mark interrupts. “I have trouble sleeping too.”He looks at the TV, then back at them. “May as well stay up together. What doyou say to some tea and maybe a show or two?”

They sigh, probably relieved he didn’t try to make them goback to bed. Tyler’s tried that once or twice with Mark, to no avail, so heknows better.

“Sounds good.”

It takes time for Mark to decide what to put on for them,after making the tea. His first instinct is maybe an Agatha Christie adaptation,but then he rapidly discards that as too much of a risk.But anything too modern might not work either…

He’s still scrolling through titles on Netflix when hisfriend perks up. “Was that Poirot?”

“I…yes, yes it was.” So much for no Agatha Christie. “Sothis is your vote?”

Their enthusiastic nod is enough for him to queue the firstepisode. He’s never been much for period dramas (considering he lived throughsome himself), but mysteries aren’t so bad. And with their tea in hand, both ofthem sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Mark almost feels…normal again. In a way he hasn’t sincethe last time he and his friend spent time together so long ago.

A few minutes in, Mark risks a glance at the DA. They lookrather…lost in thought. “Are you bored?” he asks. “I can change it, if youwant.”

“No, no don’t! It’s just…” They shake their head. “This…thisfeels awfully familiar.” Their hands tighten on the steaming mug of tea. “But Ican’t place why…”

Mark keeps still, waiting for…he’s not sure. A spark ofrecognition? Hatred?

He won’t lie to himself. As soon as the realization of theliving DA sunk in, Mark feels like he’s been given a second chance to right thewrongs he’s done to his friend, from both before and during the events of theManor. Part of him desperately wants them to see him, know who they had been to each other…

But the smarter, more self-aware part of himself realizesthat, given his past actions and their history as a whole, their reaction tohis identity would definitely be less-than-flattering.

So he waits to see which option he’ll have to deal with.

Luckily (?), their gaze clears a moment later. “Sorry, thatsounds crazy.” They take a deep breath, and let it out. “Thanks for the tea,”they say as they turn their gaze back to the screen.

The tension leaves his shoulders, but the guilt seeps in toreplace it.

One day, he’ll tell them. When he’s brave enough to face the disgust they’ll undoubtedly treat him with.

Half an hour later, Mark and the DA fall utterly asleep ontheir respective sides of the couch, while the show plays on before them.

Oo00oO

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iamvegorott · 6 years

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Silent Date

This is a late birthday present for @rainymae523 ! Happy Birth!

Summary: Wilford finally managed to ask JJ on a date and all goes well except for when JJ is given a braille menu and the waitress starts yelling.

Silent Date

“Should I wear the blue one or the red one? Maybe the green one to match his hair. But then I’d look like Christmas on bleach because of my hair. Would orange stick out too much? I don’t even know what shirt I’m wearing, why am I fussing over bow-ties? What do you think, Dark? Dark? Dark!”

“I’m listening.” Dark mumbled as he typed on his phone, sitting on Wilford’s desk.

“Listening my ass.” Wilford huffed, taking Dark’s phone out of his hands.

“I was using that.” Dark said, holding his hand out.

“I need your help!” Wilford whined, placing the phone back in Dark’s hand. “And you texting Anti isn’t doing that.”

“How do you know that? I could be asking for his opinion.” Dark went back to his typing.

“Anti has literally zero sense of fashion. He thinks he can wear sneakers to a business casual affair. Sneakers? For business casual?” Dark finally lowered his phone.

“You’re going to a casual restaurant.” Dark said in a flat voice.

“With Jamesy!” Wilford corrected. “As a date!”

“You’ve been on dates before, why are you so worried about this one?” Dark asked, phone buzzing in hand as Wilford went over to his closet.

“Because it’s with James.” Wilford pulled out one of his shirts.

“We’ve known him for years, again, why are you so worried?” Dark looked at his new message and chuckled a little.

“Because I’ve been wanting this date for years.” Wilford admitted, throwing the shirt on his bed. He looked at Dark and saw a large smirk and a raised brow on the other man’s face. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to.” Wilford grumbled and went over to his dresser.

“Oh, the lucky red, you really want this date to go well.” Dark teased when Wilford pulled out some underwear.

“Again, shut up.” Wilford tossed the underwear on the bed as well and started going through a different drawer for pants.

“When you get back, you have to dish.” Dark said in a silly voice, laughing a little when Wilford just looked at him. “You did the same thing to me and Anti. I can have some fun too.”

“Well, if I do end up like you and Anti. I’ll be sure not to be texting James instead of paying attention to my friend.” Wilford huffed, going back over to the bed with a pair of slacks.

“I’m paying attention.” Dark protested. “I can tell that you really want this date to go well since you’re wearing your, and I quote, ‘pants that make your ass look like two perfect apples’.”

“They do…” Wilford mumbled.

“Alright. I’ll be the supportive friend.” Dark pocketed his phone and got off of the desk. He went over to Wilford and patted his back. “You’re going to be just fine. Everything is going to be okay and if it doesn’t work out, you two will still be great friends. He already said yes to a date, he obviously doesn’t hate you.”

“Thanks, Dark.” Wilford said with a smile.

“Don’t tell anyone I was nice.” Dark jokingly threatened.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Wilford chuckled.

x~x~x

“Hi, Wilford.” JJ greeted, using Wilford’s sign name by holding up three fingers to make a ‘w’ and tapping it to his chest two times.

“Hey, Jamesy.” Wilford greeted back, resisting the urge to run his hand through his hair, he spent too much time getting it perfect and by him, he meant Dark. “You haven’t been waiting long, have you?” JJ shook his head in response and looped his arm through Wilford’s, chuckling silently when Wilford’s cheeks turned the same shade of pink as his hair.

“Hello, gentlemen, is it just you two?” The woman behind a little podium asked.

“Yep.” Wilford answered while JJ got distracted by a picture on the wall, trying to read all of the phrases on it.

“Table or booth?” The woman asked.

“I don’t care.” Wilford said, giving JJ a light tug on the arm to get his attention.

“Table. Please.” JJ signed.

“Table, please.” Wilford translated, raising a brow when the woman went ‘oh’ and sat one of the menus down to get a different one.

“Right this way.” The woman said before leading Wilford and JJ into the dining area. “Let me know if you need anything, your waitress should be right with you.”

“Thank you.” Wilford said as he and JJ sat down at the table. “So, Dark looked into this place and said that they have amazing bean burgers.” Wilford said, flipping open his menu and JJ did the same. “Is something wrong?” He asked when he noticed the look on JJ’s face.

“Read. Can’t.” JJ said before holding up his menu to show Wilford that it was blank with bumps all over it.

“Is that braille?” Wilford ran his hand over the menu, the texture familiar to the books Host read when he didn’t want to use his narrating. “She must have grabbed the wrong menu.” Wilford said. “You can read off mine” He added and turned his menu around.

“Thank you.” JJ smiled.

“Anyways, they do this really cool thing where you can replace the meat of any burger with a bean patty.” Wilford pointed at the burger section.

“F-R-E-N-C-H S-O-U-P burger?” JJ pointed at the menu as well.

“That actually sounds really good.” Wilford said after reading the description. “I might get it.”

“Same-as-me.” JJ agreed.

“Hello! What can I get you to drink!?” A waitress asked in a loud and slow voice after walking up to the table, looking at JJ as she spoke.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you don’t need to-” Wilford stopped when JJ waved a hand at him. JJ smiled at the waitress and pointed to a picture of the Sprite logo.

“I’ll take a Cherry Coke.” Wilford said, irritation clear in his voice.

“Alright. Are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?” The waitress asked in a normal tone to Wilford. Wilford looked at JJ and JJ gestured for Wilford to go ahead.

“We’ll each take a French Soup Burger, but can we get his with a bean burger?” Wilford said.

“No problem? Anything else?”

“Nope.” Wilford forced a smile and it went away the moment the waitress was gone. “I should complain to the manager.” He grumbled.

“No. No. Fine.” JJ signed, letting Wilford know that it was okay.

“But-”

“How are you?” JJ asked, cutting Wilford off again. Wilford sighed before smiling and answering JJ’s question.

After dinner, JJ and Wilford were walking out of the restaurant, JJ holding Wilford’s arm again. Wilford saw Anti standing at the end of the parking lot, leaning against a tree and scrolling through his phone. He must be JJ’s ‘ride’ home.

“I still don’t get why the waitress was yelling at you or why they gave you a braille menu.” Wilford huffed when they stopped walking.

“Understand. Talk. Can’t.” JJ shook his head as he signed, saying that they didn’t understand people who couldn’t talk. “She. Thought. I. Deaf.” He explained.

“Even then, you don’t need a braille menu and there was no need to yell. Yelling wouldn’t magically-” Wilford was stopped once again, but this time by JJ grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Thank you.” JJ said. “Fine. Promise.”

“I…” Wilford held out the word, face flushing.

“Kiss him back, you dolt!” Anti shouted. Wilford stiffened for a moment before shooting Anti a quick glare. JJ just raised a brow and smirked, asking if Wilford was actually going to do it. Wilford laughed and cupped JJ’s cheek with a hand, leaning in to press their lips together again. He couldn’t help himself from laughing a little again when he saw that JJ was blushing this time. “If you’re gonna fuck, let me know so I can go home!” Anti shouted again, getting Wilford and JJ to both have flushed faces.

“See you. Later.” JJ said before going over to Anti, slapping at his arm as soon as he reached him. Anti just laughed before glitching the two away. Wilford happily smiled at the spot, snapping out of his daze when his phone started buzzing.

“Hey, Darky!” Wilford greeted after answering the phone, walking further away from the restaurant. “Yep, all went well...If you say ‘dish’ one more time I’m friend breaking-up with you.” Wilford warned with a chuckle, disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke.

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Shattered Code Chapter 12

First Session

Bing sat in a plush chair in Dr. Iplier’s office and was looking down at the armrest as he picked at it, making a small ball of fuzz. Dr. Iplier was patiently sitting at his desk and waiting for Bing to answer his question.

What happened?

Bing wasn’t really sure what to say or where to start. Dr. Iplier needs to know the events that lead to him being here, but how do you describe everything that’s happened to him in the past few months?

“I met Micro.” Bing said softly, still picking at the armrest.

“Yes, and what happened?” Dr. Iplier asked again and cleared his throat when Bing didn’t respond again. “Let me try narrowing things down for you. Tell me about yours and Micro’s relationship. How you felt, what happened between you two.” Bing’s heart dropped. So much happened. So many different things and emotions and he still didn’t understand what most of those were even though he technically knew what they were.

“It...um…” Bing swallowed thickly. “It all started at the park.” Bing stopped picking and now was just staring. “I was watching this couple I’ve been keeping an eye on for a few months before that day. They were always so happy at the park, holding hands, laughing, kissing, they were...in love.” Bing could hear Dr. Iplier’s pen as he wrote things down. Notes about him. Notes about what was wrong with him. “And then...Micro walked up to me…”

x~x~x

Google went from sitting, to pacing, back to sitting and pacing once again and was still pacing when Dr. Iplier opened his door. Google looked at the doctor with wide eyes.

“He’s fine.” Dr. Iplier said. “He’s currently looking through my sweet drawer for a specific type of sucker. But he’s exhausted. Get some water and food in him and let him rest. Having to relive the trauma takes a lot out of a person.”

“We’re not people.” Google corrected.

“Technically. But you still have souls.” Dr. Iplier poked at Google’s chest. “You have emotions and emotions can be the best thing and sometimes the worst.” Google didn’t know what to say and just stared at Dr. Iplier, not expecting the doctor to place a hand on his shoulder. “He will get better and it’s going to be hell to get better. He’s going to need you to be there, having a support system will help him too. Everyone’s different when it comes to recovering from something like this. It could take him a few months, it could take a few years but as long as we are all patient with him and he’s patient with himself and understands that things will get worse before they get better, he will be himself again.” Dr. Iplier gave Google’s shoulder a squeeze. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t strain yourself, don’t overwork yourself, there is a large group of people who are willing to help as well. Don’t be afraid to ask for it. Okay?” There was a pause. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Google nodded his head.

“Good.”

“Hey, Googs.” Bing greeted as he came out of the office, two suckers in his hand. Google could see just how tired Bing was. Bing’s eyes struggled to stay open fully, his smile was forced and he was slumped over. “I got you your favorite.” Bing handed Google one of the suckers. “Thank you, Dr. Iplier.”

“Remember. Food, water, rest. Both of you.” Dr. Iplier said before going back into his office.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Google asked when the two were alone, watching as Bing unwrapped his sucker and popped it into his mouth.

“I don’t know.” Bing shrugged before taking the sucker back out. “Actually, pizza sounds really cool at the moment.” He added with a weak chuckle.

“What kind do you want? I can order some.” Google offered as he started to walk towards the kitchen.

“Hawaiian?” Bing asked as he walked next to Google. Google didn’t catch Bing looking down at Google’s hand, reaching his own hand towards it before turning his head away and putting his hand back at his side.

“Let me guess, extra pineapple?” Google lightly teased.

“Pineapple and pizza is a great combo.” Bing said. “I don’t care what Anti says, it’s delicious.”

“Sweet and salty is usually a combination most enjoy.” Google said.

“Like us?” Google looked at Bing and saw the grin on his face.

“Did you just call me salty?” Google asked.

“Maybe.” Bing held out the word and chuckled.

“You’re definitely the sweet one.” Google winked. Bing couldn’t help the little giggle that came out and he smiled at Google before looping his pinkie with Google’s. Bing hoped Google didn’t think that was weird but he wasn’t sure he could handle a full hand hold at the moment, he just needed a little time to readjust after saying and reliving all of those things.

“Um...Anti?” Bing asked when he saw Anti laying on the kitchen table.

“I’m hungry, Dark’s on a phone call, and I don’t want to cook.” Anti said.

“Laying on the table seems like a good alternative.” Google said with a roll of his eyes.

“Googs is ordering some pizza, we can get you some.” Bing said.

“Really!?” Anti perked up and tried to sit up but ended up falling off the table, making Bing laugh while Google just rolled his eyes again. “What kind you getting?” Anti asked from the floor, unaffected by his fall.

“Pineapple.” Bing said and laughing some more at Anti’s face of disgust.

“Why do you like that.” Anti asked, sticking his tongue out.

“It’s salty and sweet, like us.” Bing giggled, lightly nudging Google with his elbow.

“Me and Darky are like pepperoni pizza; salt and salt.” Anti chuckled.

“You’re not wrong.” Google muttered.

“We’ll order you a pepperoni pizza for you and Dark.” Bing said.

“Sweet! Me and Darky-baby haven’t had a pizza date in like a year.” Anti’s eyebrows suddenly went up with an idea. “Could you make it two? I’m going to invite Chase and Marvin over.” Anti added with a smirk that neither Google nor Bing were the biggest fans of.

“Okay?” Google said.

“Thank you!” Anti giggled before taking off. “Hey, Darky! I have a plan!”

“Should we be scared?” Bing asked.

“Probably.” Google shrugged.

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