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"yeah we do." a soft sigh escaped her lips as her head naturally tilted to one side, eyes fluttering shut now. her hand moves from his chest, up to the nape of his neck fingers gently playing with his hair there. seras' other hand oh his arm. when their eyes meet she smiles softly. "i missed us a whole lot, husband." she whispers softly, lips brush his just as she speaks, trailing her fingers up the nape of his neck now so her fingers are curled into his hair now.

He hums happily at the sensation of her fingers playing at the nape of his neck. "You did? That's exactly what I wanted to hear, wife." God, he loves calling her wife. Hughie's still shocked every time he realizes they're married, and still in love. After her lips lightly brush his, he groans softly. "Stop teasing," he whispers. "That'll get you in trouble." His mouth eagerly slants over hers in a deep kiss. A sigh becomes lost against her lips. While he holds her tightly with an arm around, his free hand wanders up her body, fingertips skimming under her shirt.

he absolutely detests the fact he has to ask for help but he needed it right now - he's glad it's hughie here. if it was someone else he might have been more angry about all this. he was still angry but perhaps it was more at himself for acting the way he did - but to him it seemed logical, maybe he had some issues that he would have to deal with.

"noted."

comes the grunt when hughie calls either of them an asshole. butcher assumes hughie is talking about him - wouldn't blame him there as much as he doesn't blame the other for actually shooting him. cursing himself for deciding to have this somewhat showdown at the top of the tower is cursing out loud by the time they get to the car and this is again at himself.

he's hauled into the car and it gets hughie a grunted "cunt" but it wasn't directed at him, it's more the pain. "are you calling me fat right now?!" he growls before movement shoots pain through him. "this is all muscle and you know it!" he shouts, huffing as butcher does when he's upset.

Later he's going to have a good laugh when looking back on their conversation. "Heavy, Butcher. I'm calling you heavy." There's no humor in his tone. Hughie's in the middle of a panic attack. "Absolutely. All muscle. I've felt it." A heavy breath rushes from his lungs; a short moment he needs to focus.

In the middle of the night, they arrive at the veterinary clinic. The doctor was roused by a phone call. He meets them; looking sluggish and annoyed. Campbell is struggling to hold up his heavy partner while moving toward the examining table. Guilt is still eating away at his insides.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" His head snaps to the doctor before Butcher can respond. "You can give him something, right? Give him something for pain. Can't you see he's in pain?" Hughie's voice is shaking. The veterinarian grunts as he moves about the small room; gathering medicine and tools.

"A bullet to the leg," the doctor growls. "Big fuckin' whoop, kid. He'll live." The old man has seen a lot worse. "I once removed a corncob from a politicians lung. Looking back, shoulda left it there."

#↠ ❛who am i without the mask❜ — 「 jade 」

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the monster under the bed is scary to YOU. i’m having sex with it though.

"pizza sounds perfect, our usual spot?" classic mark, making up and then changing his mind only to go back to his first choice. that was honestly something she loved about him. he takes her hand and her smile beams even more, stepping closer to him as he moves closer to her. "anytime mark. i like when we do us stuff too, it's my favourite."

he nods his head to answer her. mark isn't a deep enough thinker to consider himself dull. when you spend nearly all of your time at war with supervillains, aliens, and giant monsters, getting the chance to have a usual spot is exciting. without a word, he drops a kiss on her nose and takes to the sky. in minutes, they arrive at mario's pizzeria. "major pepperoni or triple monster meat?"

he grunts again, hands pushing down on the wound. he can't remember hearing the clatter of anything other than the device trigger. so as far as he can tell bullets still in him. okay could have been worse, he could have bleeding from both sides of his leg, but this still wasn't the idle.

he grabs at hughie, not threateningly at least he's not trying to be in this moment. he understands really he does, he's not pissed at hughie - he's strangely proud of him if anything. he stood his ground for what he believed in was right. so he can't fault him there.

"hughie, hughie. i love you too." he growls and is trying to use hughie and a chair that was nearby to try and pull himself up now. "i need you to help me. don't think...bullet's outta my leg." he roars in a pain as he tries to stand, he doesn't think he's going to be able to walk far or well. for the moment his thoughts of revenge are far from his mind. getting themselves out of here and him somewhere he can deal with his injury - that's what's on his mind.

Without being afraid, Hughie allows Butcher to grab at him. If he wants to deck Hughie, it won't be unexpected. "I need you to help me. don't think...bullet's outta my leg." All of the blood drains from his face. Oh, god, he thinks. Not me. Campbell has seen a bullet removal done, and he did not enjoy the view. "No, you do not want me to be the one..." Hearing Butcher cry out in pain breaks Hughie's heart. I caused this, he reminds himself. Fuck.

"That kind of help. Right. Don't try to stand on your own." On the way up, he slides a hand under Butcher's arm and uses all of his strength to hold on. The man isn't exactly average size. "Put your weight on me. Keep it off of that leg. I'm gonna get you out of here." Hughie is mentally kicking himself for causing this when he isn't hanging on to the reminder of how many people would perish if he hadn't acted. "You're a real asshole, you know that?" It's unclear if he's talking to the other or himself.

Vought being one of the largest buildings in the city does not help the situation. However, Campbell manages to get Butcher back to his Cadillac. "I'm driving. Deal with it." Grunts and groans escape him as he maneuvers the large bodied man. When the deed is done, Hughie gets in behind the wheel. "Butcher," he begins, breathless. "No more hot pockets."

she smiles a little at that soft look she knows is for her, a nod at the question. "of course mark." she goes to head outside so that they can get out of here, of course she will wait for him before they fly off or anything. "is there anywhere you'd like to go? what are you fancying for food?" he knows as well as she that she would go with him as close or as far away as he wanted to go.

"Pizza." As if she couldn't guess. "Or Korean bar be que, or Chinese food, or..." Okay. No way could she guess. "No. Pizza. For certain. I think." Grinning, Mark reaches for her hand. "Thank for getting me out of there. Too much party for me tonight." When her hand is in his, he moves closer; chest almost touching hers. "Honestly, I'd rather spend most nights just hanging out with you, doing us stuff."

"jade, pretty name." he shakes her hand, firmly but gentle. he nods in understanding as he would sip the coffee now, that was just how he liked it. black though sometimes he did add sugar but this time he didn't. "i take it college kids then huh?" he remembered what it was like in college he did some questionable partying in his day too. "well maybe you should find somewhere else to crash when you really need some sleep?"

Is he flirting? She thinks he is. Game on. "Thank you, Joel Miller. I picked it out myself." Which isn't a lie. For a brief moment, she enjoys the warmth of his hand. "About that age, yes. More partying than studying. Running through the yard without a stitch on." A quiet laugh escapes her. "Remember that life?" Jade does, and she's glad to be past the chaos. "A hotel is a wonderful idea. Somewhere quiet with a pool and room service would fix me right up. And how about you, Joel...sleeping well?"

she would have said he wouldn't do such a thing, but she had not a lot of experience on the surface. she had seen what a hungry and feral ghoul could do - so she wasn't going to risk it. she huffs again and folds her arms across her chest, slight scowl on her features now. "well maybe if you put the energy you are into complaining into looking for food maybe you might find some."

"Aw, honey, relax. Ain't gonna eat you. Just teasin'." Judging by his blank expression and dry sense of humor, who knew what was going on in The Ghoul's head. "Maybe." While she's huffing and puffing, he's admiring her beauty, almost annoyed by the way she makes him feel. "Well, can't argue with that." His head turns and in the distance, he spots what appears to be an abandoned house. "We'll stop there. Here's hopin' somebody's home to save your skin."

she chuckles softly as they move to get more comfortable, arm around her as she is squeezed closer, arm that was around him she would move so her hand now placed on his chest as he kissed her cheek. "help me relax?" she sighs softly in a whisper as she would feel his lips pressed to her neck, her eyes closing and body already relaxing a bit. "we both deserve a relaxing day off~"

He's listening to every word. Mouth busy on the curve of her neck, he's focusing more on the warmth of her skin, inhaling her scent. "I can do that," he says on a heavy breath. "Help you relax." Scattering kisses up her neck, along her jawline, across her cheek, he stops when their lips are nearly joined. "We do." The arm around her moves, fingers brushing the blond strands back from her face. His other hand slides up from her knee to her thigh as he looks into her blue eyes. "I have missed us."

#draconictales #↠ ❛the last cowboy❜ — 「 the ghoul 」

sender cleans up receiver's injuries while insisting it's only practical. - for coop from lucy

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"You aware none of this is necessary, Miss Lucy." As he called her when they were alone. "It's only a scratch," he said of the bullet wound. "Don't worry yourself on it." The way he was looking at her told a story of appreciation and admiration. Lucy reminded him of himself once upon a time. "Always kind and thoughtful. Cut that shit out. Kindness will get you killed in the wasteland."

silently does she place her hand on his arm, a silent communication that she was here right now. that he wasn't alone. it seemed the person had their answer and walked away. "mark?" she speaks once they are fair enough away, actually she does just pull him into a hug as she softly speaks. "we can go if you want, we don't have to stay."

Mark attempts to hide the instant smile her touch brings. Licking at his lips, he manages to control himself. He's never without a close friend with Eve near. She's one of the few people who understands him and his anxiety. "Eve." He listens and now is unable to contain a softer look reserved only for her. "I...yes. Please." A nervous laugh is breathed out. "Food?"

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" That's a shame! What's the point of being a vampire if you aren't even hot and sparkling in the sunlight?! Yes, you're right, I'm a big fan of fictional vampires"

"I guess that's a fair point. I'm grateful real vampires aren't as cool, or else everyone would want to be one; making my job a lot more difficult." Sam's teased with a dead serious expression. "What about werewolves? Surely you're a fan?"

#iwassentodestroy

"what is your problem!" lucy huffs, she of course had been travelling with him awhile now and understood the heat was unbearable and so was all the walking but still she hadn't gotten so grumpy and she was only trying to make some form of conversation. "you are rude."

A grin crawls across his face. The cowboy gets a small thrill out of riling Lucy up. Some women are beautiful when they're angry. "Right now? I'd say you're my problem, Miss McClean. You, the damned dry heat, and a rumblin' stomach. Gotta find food soon or..." He pauses, giving her a look. "You gone be dinner."

on his knees hard, he can usually just about handle a gunshot a little more gracefully - but then again he's usually staring down the barrel of such a thing expecting to be shot.

he did not expect to be shot by hughie.

hand clasps to where he has been shot, he can feel the warmth of the blood flowing from his thigh now as he groans at least he could thank the gods for hughie perhaps not aiming properly or something. note to self once he got this sorted he was teaching hughie how to take a proper shot.

"fucking hell i didn't think you had it in you." he growls softly looking down at the wound, still trying to assess exactly how bad it was - however this is the first gunshot since he had v running through him and so the pains something he's got to get used to again.

"didn't....really give you much choice did i?"

But he had been aiming correctly. Hughie was wise enough to put Butcher on the ground and avoid all major organs. Still, he's crying like a little bitch; upset with himself for hurting the man he loves more than anything. "No," he admits with a short, sarcastic laugh. "You didn't." Any bullet could claim a life. Campbell is ill from the wave of guilt.

He's close to examine the wound caused; scared to death. "We have to get you to a hospital." Hughie is silently praying that Butcher has given up on supe genocide, yet there are more important things. "Please don't fight me on this." Hand taking the other's, Campbell let's the remainder of tears fall before leaning in to place a loving kiss at Butcher's forehead. "I love you. I'm so fucking sorry."

There is no arguing with Hughie on this. But knowing how Butcher is, he has another offer. "I'll take you to Frank." A private doctor, who technically is a veterinarian. "X-rays, an operating table you won't fit on..." Making jokes is his only escape from the deafening anxiety he's feeling. "Butcher, please."

she happily eats the nugget with a happy smile and noise from herself. she keeps herself tucked into his side, more so once he puts the plate down with his arm now behind her and she having finished her nugget snack. arm around his middle now as she snuggles into his side. "is being lazy with you an option? honestly been awhile since a day off, what might you like to do, dear husband?"

"Being lazy with me is definitely an option." Hughie has other ideas, which isn't unusual. "Not feeling particularly lazy just yet." Hughie scoots until he's against her; arm moving from the back of the couch to wind around her. He gives her a light squeeze and grins; a slow kiss meeting her cheek. "You deserve a relaxing day off." He's whispering against her skin, mouth moving toward her neck to place another kiss.