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grazieschillivera · 4 years ago

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Bad Liar

Summary: You and the boys have to spend the Night somehwere in the nowhere because of a failed mission.Billy is pissed and blames you for their situation, thats when you want to know what his problem is

Word count: ca.2500

,,Anal Wanderer.'' you said breaking the long silence in the car, that lasted since you had ran to the car to flee from your failed mission.

The original plan was to get information from a supe, whose hero career was is total flop, but Vought somehow had managed to know about your plan and almost catched you ,when you left the supe's house.The question whose fault that was would be a huge discussion later on - you had a feeling for that.

,,What?'' asked Billy, who only gave you a brief glance before he continued his grumpy look on the street. Eyerolling you looked outside of your window again, getting the ungood feeling your attempt to light up the mood wasn't about to work out.

,,My sister and I used to do that ,when we would do our vacations on caravan places.Always putting the word 'anal' before every caravan's name.'' you said already searching for another good one from all the caravans your car passed on the huge camping place.Even though you managed to get rid off Vought, Billy decided that he had no interest in driving for another six hours , he wanted to sleep.

,,Oh Anal Open Gear.'' said Hughie from behind, slightly giggeling.

,,Anal Pegasus.'' you added pointning outside.

,,Are we driving with two fucking kids?'' Billy asked M&M , looking to him through the mirror, above him, earning an unimpressed ''Yep''.

,,I got almost killed.I'm just trying to light up the mood, even though I have a reason not to do that.'' you said to Billy.

,,You wouldn't have to do that if I didn't had to save your ass.'', said Billy.

There was your hint, whose fault ist might be for the rather failed misson.

,,Maybe if someone hadn't decided to cancel the plan, I wouldn't have been caught by some stupid soldier fuckers'' said you and turned your glance to him showing your swollen arm to Billy, that had blocked a hit with the gun on his head from him.It wasn't that you were only there to cause trouble.

You could still feel the pain in your head, from being smashed on to the ground multiple times, when you fought back, and the weakness in your knees, that first came up ,when Billy helped you up and brought you to the car.

With a kick down on the brake the car stood still forcfully and you thought Billy had stoped to start screaming at you but he didn't.He just went out of the car and was gone.You were on a free place now, some meters away from the rest of the caravans.When you went also outside ,the silence continued, the only things you heared were Hughie and M&M talking and the Ocean.

,,Fuck.'' you said to yourself, when you realised that you wanted to apologize to Billy but also had no interest in giving in.

M&M was the first that went to sleep, when you arrived it already was sunset.After the last orange clouds were gone Hughie also went to sleep, after he had tried to distract you a bit from the situation with Billy and the fact that someone almost killed you.But without much success.You liked Billy but sometimes you could really punch him in the face and the shook still run through your body, when you thought about it.You knew you didn't even had to try go to sleep.

You followed the little path and the sounds of crushing waves, until you reached some small hills.The whole beach started to spread underneath you.You just searched for a nice place to sit, when you noticed Billy, sitting only some meters away from you.The first idea that crossed your mind was to just ignore him, since he still seemed pissed, but then you decided otherwise.

,,From a scale from one to ten – how much of a cunt am I to you?'' you asked when you sat down next to him, offering him one of your cigaretts, even tough he just had finished one.

,,You're not a cunt.'' he said, after he had decided to accept your offering.,,You're just fucking emotional.'' said he once he had lighted his cigarette and gave you his lighter.

,,What do you mean?'' you asked ,reaching out for it.

,,Listen when I mess up the plan then cause the plan actually sucks.But you always seem to mess up, cause you try to fix every upcoming problem.'' Billy said.

With raised eyebrows you took a drag.

,,Too caring huh? Didn't know that might be a bad thing.You're the one, who started this whole team thing.'' you said still in a calm tone, due to Billy's composure.

,,Yeah but I trust everyone, that he wont mess up except you.You just run to everyone trying to do his job.'' said Billy.

,,You mean for example preventing you from getting knocked out?Its not that I had something else to do than protecting your asses.'' you said.Billy just grumbled.

,,You think I can't do better, right?'' you asked, but deep down knew the answer.

,,See here is the thing.You're not a supe nor ,pardon, very strong.If I hadn't knocked this cunt out, you might wouldn't be here.We didn't take you as an all-around wonder, just someone for the technical work.'' Billy said.

,,And yet you took me with you for this mission.There must be some other reason, cause I had no direct job today.You're a bad liar.'' you said and threw your cigarett in the sand.

,,Careful love, I fear you're not in the position to call me that, when you're doing an awfull job of hiding your emotions.'', said Billy.,,And there we have it again.'' he added and took another drag.

Then again silence.That was again for you a sign ,that some topics could be discussed untill the end with Billy.Sometimes you had to find your answer on your own.

,,I hope when this is all over, I can find something near the beach.I could spend hours listen to the waves crashing down and looking up in the night sky.'' you said.

,,Maybe you should talk to the Fishhero, when we meet him again.'' said Billy, not really intrested in admiring this place.

You laughed unintenionally.

,,God that sounded like a possible answer from one of those quizzes to get to know which Hero would be your match.'' you said.

Billy had to snort.,,Please tell me you have a good excuse to know ,that some bullshit like this exists.''

,,Its just that Annie and I discussed which 90s singer would be our match – that had to be claryfied.It was Eddie Vedder'' you added when you had stood up.

,,Eddie Vedder, huh?Ahh careful with the arm'' said Billy, stoping in his cocky answer, when you leaned on your arm, to stand up from the sand.He stood up before you could,to take his offered hand.

,,I'm not out of glass.'' you said.,,Its the other arm, by the way.Left handed.The ones who are more creative'' you added with a smirk on your lips.

,,Right.Maybe that's the reason you should fuck Eddie Vedder'' said Billy scratching behind his ear.

,,Or the reason why I'm actually good in adapting to your off- plan actions.'' you said back, earning a silent grin from Billy.

,,So no night swimming for us than?'' he asked having a last glance at the water.

,,I'm way too hungry for that, but you can come and join me.'' you said.

,,I fear I don't have enough money left for that.'' Billy said.

,,Pity, I can't give you money.The boss hates it when I care about our colleagues.'' you said but gave him a smile and nod to follow him.

,,Boss?Could get used to you calling me that way.'' he said with a smirk, when you both started your walk.

Since Hughie and M&M already sleeped in the car, you both had to walk to the next diner.You remembered that you saw one, only a mile away from the caravan place.To your suprise the diner was also half of a karaoke bar.When you read the shop sign, you weren't sure to go inside but your stomach told you, that listening to bad singing was the smallest problem right know.Fortunatly it turned out that the almost the whole dinner was empty, leaving a small chance of hearing any singing.

You just enjoyed eating something properly and the peaceful athmosphere until your left arm ran into the table and the small pain forced you back into the memories from today.A blackout almost reached every brain cell from you until you remembered how Billy thought about you and you forced yourself too become calm again.Besides you didn't want that – to be scarred to life just because of some idiots.

Your gaze wandered across the diner and Billy.He was right, maybe, if he hadn't saved you today, god knows where you would have ended.With that on your mind you stood up from the table.

Billy had noticed your changed behavior and had a look on you when you went away, thinking you just needed some time alone.He even noticed how he thought about following you, just in case you couldn't calm down by yourself, but when you stoped at the little stage instead of the restrooms he freezed in his motion to stand up, just to sit back again in defeat.

And his fears turned out to be right, when a song started only seconds after.

You focused on the upcoming beat and high pitched voice from your low key favourite song ,,She is on my mind'' and ignored every negative thought, that came up.The next thing you felt was how you had started to sing, even before you noticed it and how your body swinged to the music.Full of disbelieve you looked into the small crowd, spreaded across the diner tables.No one seemed to really like your singing but that didn't stop you from having your fun on the small stage.You sometimes even dared to look at Billy, but you were far to buys to try to understand what kind of look he gave you right now.

When the song was over you made an exaggerated bow and walked back to Billy , acting as if nothing had happened.

,,Maybe you and Starlight could start a girls group.Didn't know you were into that stuff, since your cheeks already turn red when you order something to eat.'' Billy said when you had paid for the food and walked back to the car.

He had a point there, you could still feel your hot cheeks, or rather again.

,,I don't know.Maybe I'll regret to did that.I just had no interest in falling into a black pit just because of today...I just wanted to use my time again.'' you said in defense.

,,With doing something totaly stupid?'' asked Billy with a grin in your direction.

,,No.Doing something I always wanted to do but never dared to.'' you admitted.

,,See there it is again.Those little things no one else really does in our group, you're even worser than Hughie.'' Billy said.

,,But you like Hughie.'' you said with no effort in suppressing your smile.

,,Oi would you stop that.'' said Billy stoping in his walking and giving you a serious look.,,I tell you what.I'll kiss you when you promise me to stop putting you in danger all the time, alright?'' he asked.

Just as Billy mentioned the word 'kiss' you could feel the blood shot up in your cheeks.Your heart beat even harder against your breast, when you had answered immediatly, knowing damn well that he just wanted to tease you.

,,You think this is a good deal?'' you asked with too much mocking in your words for your liking afterwards,when you saw how Billy leaned himself against the nearest wall of a building, already all confident.

,,You will have to tell me that love.'' he said with his familar smirk on his lips.

You steped over to him and with every step closer to him you could see how his smirk widened while his eyes stayed curiously on you.Your breast almost brushed his open jacket, when you stood infront of him and looked up at his lips, savouring this moment.Because you knew that would be the first and last chance.

,,Maybe thats a good deal.'' you said.,,Didn't know you could be so generous.'' Those words made him smile once again.At first your body flinched once Billy laid his hand carefully on your waist and even though your heart skipped one beat after another, you liked this.

,,Didn't know you could be such a tease.'' he said, when you had pulled away and leaned against his grip around you, that stayed.His fingers drew small circles on your back when he eyed you up.

,,Not a tease.I just sayed no '' you said and turned around to walk out of his grip.

,,Clearly not.I would do an even bader job in this group than now, I don't think I want that.'', you said referring back to his offer and continued your walk but Billy wasn't done with you.

,,Try again.Dont you think I hadn't noticed?'' Billy asked to stop you from walking any further.,,Your looks and how you act.You might fool everyone else but I fucking know that if you follow someone like a little pup into every stupid situation you love that person... or you're just Hughie , and you're not Hughie.'' he added the last part with an eyeroll but still more serious than the rest of the night.

And even though the last part made you smile for Hughies loyality , you freezed on your spot once more, as Billy said that.

He pushed himself away from the wall and crossed the distance to you.Your eyes were filled with guilt and you had no defense to offer.

,,Listen I don't think I want this.I fear I'm not good at protecting people.I mean just take a fucking look at your arm.Nor am I a good partner.So just let me kiss you that you can come over all this fucking lovesickness and we can go back to work.'' he said.

Each word punched you in your stomach, until you stood there with tearfilled eyes.That was enough for you to grab him by his neck and kiss him,finally showing that you wasn't the only liar.

Your lips moved together and you felt that when you wanted to move back, Billy stoped you by planting his hands on your waist and held you even closer.After some seconds you leaned back and looked up at him.His eyes were never so full of warmness before.

,,You are the worst liar I know Billy.'' you said after you could find your voice again, still standing infront of him, waiting for his reaction.

One of his hands carresed your cheek, he had to grin at your words, but this time it faded away instantly.

,,What am I gonna do with you?'' he said while eyeing you up deep in thoughts.

,,For now.Fucking keep me.'' you said demandingly but still with a smile on your lips, now that you gained a bit of hope again.

,,Just fucking promise me to take better care of you.'' he said before he pulled you back in his embrace, as if you were about to vanish otherwise.In that moment you both realised your dilema and cursed it, while you also enjoyed the truth.

#the boys #the boys imagine #billiy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you

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wickedmilo · 3 years ago

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SURVIVAL TIPS | MILO & WILLOW

PLACE: A bookstore TIMING: Way, way back when Milo first became a vampire SUMMARY: Milo and Willow accidentally cross paths, and realise they both have the power to distract each other from their problems WRITING PARTNER: @willcwthewisp CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Milo couldn’t remember the last time he had unironically set foot in a bookstore. After graduating uni, it all felt a little pointless. He had books, though they were at his parents’ house, far beyond his reach now. And reading felt too trivial considering the latest developments in his life. Why would he ever need books? What could they possibly have to offer him? But this evening, against his better judgement, he had been struck by the overwhelming urge to go to a bookshop. To steal back a semblance of the normalcy belonging to his previous life. With Harsh’s constant, and unexpected support, he was feeling more in control than ever before. Though his grip on his cravings remained tenuous at best, he figured he was capable of a short visit. After impatiently waiting for the sun to set, he had hurried into town, slipping quietly through the familiar door. The bell above him rang out, announcing his arrival, and the sound caused a wave of nostalgia to wash over him. Maybe he missed this more than he thought. Once upon a time, before he had allowed himself to spiral, he would come here. His mom would find new books for him to study. His dad would nudge him away from the children’s section, towards the classics that were technically beyond his reading level. If it’s easy, then what are you learning, Milo? You need to be challenged. He could still hear his tone, the exact way he would make not being able to choose his own stories sound like a privilege rather than a frustration.

Drifting through the various sections, taking in the new sounds, and scents he had never been able to appreciate before, it wasn’t long until he found himself standing where his parents used to encourage him to stand. They would search through the shelves, talking amongst themselves to determine which novels were best suited for their son. Even now that he had a choice, he was drawn to the books they had selected for him. Maybe it was a warped sense of loyalty, maybe he missed the simplicity of having every decision made for him. Gently running his fingers along the spine of Great Expectations, he wondered whether Charles Dickens had lived in a world of vampires, and ghosts. Certainly Edgar Allan Poe had to have known about the existence of the Supernatural. It made him want to revisit the tales, search for any hint that might indicate the world had always been this confusing. Finally pulling Great Expectations from the shelf, he turned to walk towards the seating area, completely unaware of the person walking in the opposite direction. He stumbled backwards the moment he saw them, very nearly walking into them. A sheepish grin on his face, he did what he could to hold his breath. Harsh had already warned him doing so would draw attention, but he didn’t see any other option when people got so close. “Shit- I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

Willow was to the point of desperation when it came to finding the book she was looking for. For some unfathomable reason it wasn’t available anywhere that she could find online. Maybe it was simply so popular that most sellers had run out of it, but either way she’d ended up braving the trek to the bookstore after hearing they had a copy in stock. Books were one of the few ways she’d managed to stay sane in her self-appointed isolation, filling her head with stories of the outside world that she couldn’t bring herself to experience anymore. But she should have known going out into public once again was a terrible idea, and that became clear the moment she nearly collided with another being. Her eyes widened in alarm at the severity of the close call, already imagining how she could have sent the young man standing in front of her flying through multiple shelves of books.

“Oh god-” Willow gasped as if she’d been startled at a haunted house, hand clutched to her chest as she took a few, healthy steps backwards to put some space between her and the stranger. “No, no- I didn't see you there either, I’m sorry.” Her nerves had been set on edge by the near run in, and she was doing her best to steady her breaths, trying not to think about the ten million ways this interaction could go poorly if the stranger got too close. “I was just- I wasn’t watching that carefully where I was going, I guess.” A lapse on judgement on her part. She should know better than to walk blindly when she was a walking disaster waiting to happen.

Milo was already tense, doing his very best to hide it. But it made him feel a little better to hear the stranger’s heart pounding in her chest. Clearly he wasn’t the only person who had been caught so off guard, and clearly he wasn’t the only person so panicked by the close proximity. The relief didn’t last for very long though. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the sound of her pulse served as an unwelcome reminder of how dry his throat felt, the new reality he was desperately trying to ignore. Before he could take a further step back, the woman had done so for him, and he watched her curiously, wondering whether she might also a reason of her own to keep her distance. “Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned for her. “No- I wasn’t looking either, it was my fault as much as it was yours!” He insisted. If he had been more careful, as careful as he should be given his current situation, this wouldn’t have happened. But he was already tired of being careful. Was one evening too much to ask for? One evening of reading books in a bookstore like a regular human being? “I, uh-” He held up his copy of Great Expectations, still holding his breath between sentences as though such a desperate gesture might be able to fix all of his problems. “I was distracted too…”

“Oh- oh, I’m fine!” Willow tried to assure, not wanting the young man to think he’d startled her too badly— even if he had done just that. “Are you alright?” she asked out of politeness. He didn’t seem very shaken, but it was only in her nature to ask in return. Forcing a chuckle, she clutched the book she’d fetched to her chest, as if it could protect her. “I think we’re gonna have to either agree to disagree, or just let me take the blame.” She wasn’t particularly in the practice of letting the guilt fall on someone else when it came to situations that involved herself. “Oh, are you reading Great Expectations?” she asked as she took in the title and cover of the book. It wasn’t one of her favorites- mostly because she’d been forced to read it in highschool, but it was still a classic and staple. In her opinion, it had ghosts that weren’t really ghosts, and that was something she’d been drawn to.

Smiling at the woman’s insistence that she really was okay, Milo allowed himself to relax as much as he dared to. It wasn’t easy, trying to find a balance. Trying to stay aware of his surroundings, while also staying aware of himself. He could only hope one day it would become a part of his routine, something he did without even needing to focus. “I am.” He answered quietly. He wasn’t sure how true that was, but he sincerely appreciated the question. “I mean, if you want to take the blame I have a track record of avoiding responsibility.” He teased, laughing quietly at the fact that he was being entirely honest now. “I’m not going to try and stop you.” Glancing down at the book in his hands, he stared at the cover for a moment too long. There were so many childhood memories connected to it that it was difficult to look away from. “I guess so.” He grinned, offering her a shrug. “My parents made me read it as a kid… I’m kind of missing the simplicity of that, you know? My biggest worry being how quickly I could get to the end of a book.” Finally tearing his gaze away and looking back up at the stranger, he realised he had yet to introduce himself. “I’m Milo, by the way… So, are you going to tell me what you’re reading? Hopefully something far less cliché.”

Part of Willow was glad that the young man hadn’t insisted on taking the blame as many people were often wont to do. Generally that just resulted in a tiring back and forth until they found some sort of compromise, or forgot what they were talking about altogether. “Perfect,” she settled the burden of blame with a chuckle, her smile still warm. “Glad we agreed on that as easily as we did.” He seemed nice despite her nearly running headlong into him. Her head tilted curiously to the side, listening closely while he spoke of his parents and books. “Oh- well that’s...sweet in a way. And it makes sense.” She could certainly relate to wishing for a simpler time, often thinking of the days she’d been able to walk free without fear of breaking someone in half via telekinesis. “Books are a good way to forget the world for a bit.” They were her favorite method of escaping behind painting. “Oh- I’m Willow,” she replied quickly, a little embarrassed that she’d forgotten to introduce herself in the first place. “I don’t think Great Expectations is necessarily cliché,” she offered politely with another little laugh before continuing on. “But mine’s called ‘Leave the World’.”

Amused by Willow apparently being grateful he was readily allowing her to take the blame, Milo realised he was genuinely beginning to enjoy her company. His smile only growing as she talked about the ease of the decision, it was refreshing not being seen as somebody argumentative, or petulant, even if the context could barely be considered serious. “It was a pleasure discussing business with you.” He replied, feigning sincerity as he caught her eye. Raising his eyebrows as she called his actions sweet, he wasn’t sure he would use that word but perhaps from an outsider’s perspective his explanation could be seen as sentimental. “Yeah, you could probably call it that.” He admitted, absentmindedly tapping his fingertips against the cover of the book still in his hands. “I don’t know… I hadn’t really thought about it. I don’t even know why I came here really, I think I might be looking for something that’s just... impossible to find, you know?” His old life, his humanity... Realising the stranger was right, his smile softened into an open, and unguarded expression. Books were a good way to escape, however briefly. And though there were no hidden doorways here allowing him to step back into the past, maybe a brief escape would enough for now. If achieving one was even possible. Maybe it needed to be enough. “Leave the World?” He couldn't say he had ever heard of it. “I don’t suppose there are any tips in there? I could use a vacation from this place.”

The younger man’s words brought a laugh to Willow’s lips, and she was grateful for the bell-like sound as she reminded herself how few and far between interactions like this had been. Sure- she’d talked to people in her self-imposed isolation, had even seen a few humans here and there, but there was nothing that could replace the actual company of another living and breathing person. “I hope I don’t have a bill coming in the mail for this business talk,” she teased back. Her shoulders relaxing another inch while she let herself slip a little further into comfort.

The expression on her face took on a more sincere air as her head tilted curiously to the side, a gentle nod of understanding shaking it in the end. “I think...a lot of people feel that way, if we’re being honest.” And she didn’t see any reason not to be. Even ghosts were looking for something that seemed impossible to find. After all, that was why they’d stuck around in the first place. “But I also haven’t met anyone that hasn’t eventually found what they’re looking for. Sometimes you just need help, you know?” That was the job of the medium or exorcist in her mind— to extend that helping hand when someone needed it. “And sometimes the answer isn’t what we expect, but I think you’ll get there eventually.” Another chuckle shook her gently before she gave her answer. “No tips in there unless you’re looking for ways to survive and deal with the apocalypse. But if you’re looking for some ‘vacation’ books I can take you to some of my favorites?”

Milo laughed too, his eyes shining. “I wasn’t going to but now that I think about it my rent is probably due.” He teased, unable to help himself. He could hardly consider their conversation business talk, but he was enjoying it more than he would ever have expected to. Although he liked his time alone, socialising had always come naturally to him. He had no issue with talking to people, getting to know them when their paths somehow managed to cross with his own. He missed this, he missed making new friends. His smile fading somewhat as Willow became serious again, he appreciated her honesty. It made him sad to know what she was saying was probably true, but it also helped him to feel less alone. Sometimes he just needed to be reminded of that fact. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” He murmured, knowing the sense of relief would be temporary. How long until he convinced himself otherwise? Until his own mind erased Willow’s wisdom? “It’s easy to forget sometimes, you know? Especially when your problems are so… specific.” He admitted, offering her a hesitant shrug.

A smile tugging at his lips again, the mention of hope was comforting, regardless of the fact that everything felt pretty hopeless right about now. He was more stable than he had been, though still not used to his new life, still close enough to his old one to actively grieve for it. “You really think so?” He asked, knowing his longing would be obvious in his voice. He made no effort to hide it, too distracted by the mention of finding answers, by the sound of Willow’s heartbeat, by the book in his hands still reminding him of his childhood. “I really hope so…” Maybe she was right. Harsh was helping him now, and things were getting better. The progress was slow, but it still counted as progress. “Thank you.” His smile became more genuine as he felt a strange rush of affection for the woman he barely knew. Apparently she believed in him, apparently she was convinced one day he might actually be okay again. “Hm, I think tips on how to survive might be more useful to me than vacation books.” He was only half teasing. “But if you’d be up for the company, I’d love to see some of your favourites.”

“Well- you’ll just have to send over the prices so I can get a look at them. My sister’s actually better with stuff like that anyway, so I’ll probably pass them on to her,” Willow chuckled. It was true though. Meg had needed to negotiate quite a few contracts along with her manager when it came to her spot as a blossoming celebrity. She’d missed this as well. Even though she’d always been a little more on the quieter side, Willow had always loved seeing a new smile wherever she could find them. Her warm expression shifted into concern another time as Milo continued to speak of his problems. She might not have the abilities to go along with being a proper medium, but she’d still been raised as one, and along with that came a compassion geared towards helping. “Well if you ever need reminding just message me, alright? I’m easy enough to find on the town forums. My full name’s Willow Finch if you want to search me, though.” Maybe she was coming on too strong when it came to being helpful, but it’d always been hard for her to draw that line. If she wanted to help, why shouldn't she make sure the other person knew it without a doubt?

“Of course I think so,” Willow repeated with another soft smile, already happy to see the smallest flash of hope enter into Milo’s eyes. “I haven’t met a person yet that couldn’t find what they were looking for. Even if it took time. And even if it wasn’t what they were expecting.” The poor guy. She could practically feel the desperate wanting in his voice, could recognize it because she herself was on a seemingly hopeless quest for answers when it came to her own problems with telekinesis. There had to be an end...right? But a smaller voice in her mind reminded Willow that endings weren’t always happy. Nevertheless she brushed it aside, and turned to start on her way towards her favorite section of the store. “Come on- I think we can find some books that fall into both categories,” she finished with a grin over her shoulder.

Milo continued to smile in response to the joke, leaning into the way this woman seemed able to distract him from his problems, if only for a brief moment in time. He could see she was being genuine, that she actually wanted to help, and he wasn’t used to that. Not anymore. “I hope she doesn’t take a cut of the check?” He teased, his smile growing as she insisted she was always going to be there if he needed a reminder that all hope wasn’t lost. It was an odd thing for a stranger to offer, but given his life as of late, he didn’t feel as though his gauge on what was normal even functioned anymore. It had been permanently shattered when he woke up as an official member of the undead. Slipping his phone from his pocket, he held it out to her, encouraging her to plug her name and number into his list of contacts. “I might take you up on that, you know…” Why not? What did he have to lose by making another hesitant friend? “Willow Finch… your name has superhero vibes, has anybody ever told you that?” His eyes were shining as he was reminded of who he used to be, the kid who spent his free time split between the comic book store, and the many questionable establishments White Crest had to offer him. He was still very much that person, but nothing felt quite so simple anymore. He only wanted things to be simple.

His smile fading when Willow insisted he would eventually find what he was looking for, some sense of peace, some way of being content with what he had become, maybe even some level of control when it came to fighting against the bloodlust continually scratching the back of his throat, he was impatient, but he was also happy just to believe that the answers were out there. He would find them, and maybe, just maybe, he would be okay. Surprised when she started to walk away from him, he faltered before hurrying to fall into step beside her, holding his breath as her movement caused the smell of her blood to permeate the air. He didn’t know what she meant by both categories, surely survival books and vacation books were on two very different ends of a spectrum. But he didn’t care, he wanted to understand, he wanted to follow her. Because, for some reason, she made him feel like there was hope, like he existed as more than some miserable outcome, and that was proving to be incredibly rare.

#c:willow #milo and willow

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littlenoona · 5 years ago

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Don’t send me back.

Summary: After years in a cage, alone and unwanted, a young man finally gives you a chance.

Warnings: Tooth achingly sweet sex, blood, Y/N has a sad background.

Genre: Fluff, angst & smut.

Pairing: HumanOwner!Jimin x HuskyHybrid!Reader(F).

Word Count: 9,211.

Smut is under the third divider if you’re looking for that.

Masterlist.

“Can I see her?” A child’s cheery voice spoke, not far from your small cell.

You didn’t even bother to look up at them, knowing that they’d walk away as soon as the shop assistant started telling them about how you were and what you lacked.

“Has she been here long?” a female voice asked, you assumed the mother.

“Some years now, yes.” the shop assistant confirmed, “A lot of people pass by her because she isn’t a pure hybrid.”

“How so?” the mother queried.

“She has normal human hands and feet, really the only tell tale sign that she is a husky hybrid is that she has the ears, the ice blue eyes and the tail. She’s has all the instincts of a husky, she’s very fast too, but she lacks the paws that people find so adorable, so people usually pass by her, since she’s.. Not pure breed.” the shop assistant shrugged, her tone of voice indifferent to your presence.

“I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing.” the mother smiled, “Anything else?”

“Well she has a bit of a temper, I’m not sure she’d be suited for a home with children.” the shop assistant continued.

You scoffed to yourself, ‘Not fit for a home with children? Has a bit of a temper? You try being locked away in a small cell or cage for the majority of your life and see how you like it when a small human comes in and pulls your ears and tail.’

“Oh, well we can’t take her then. She’s very beautiful though.” the mother sighed, “Come on, let’s find another one.”

You tugged yourself further under your tail, trying desperately to hide from the gazes of the faces passing by. God you hated the summer, they always dropped the prices on the hybrids, not that you weren’t already basically free, just so they could get rid of you.

The shop assistants in this place never gave you a chance, never cuddled you like they did the other hybrids, they never came in to your cell like they did with the other hybrids when it was feeding time, they didn’t interact with you at all unless absolutely necessary and you almost forgot what it felt like to be pet, having your ears scratched or your tail brushed.

“Can I go in and see this one, please?” a delicate voice spoke, your ear peaking in the direction of the source.

“I’m not sure you want to do that, she’s a bit of a troubl-” another shop assistant started, but was swiftly cut off by the young man.

“I heard the first assistant saying that, but I’d like to go in and see her, please.” he spoke again, this time with more force in his tone.

“Sure.” the shop assistant finally agreed, the noise of keys ringing through your ears as you heard the door unlock.

You lifted your head up, your ears lying back on your head as you stared at the shop assistant and the younger man entered your cell, the door being closed behind him swiftly.

“Can you leave me with her? She seems a little uneasy in your presence.” he spoke.

“I’m sorry, but it’s protocol that-” the shop assistant started, but again was cut off by the young man.

“Drop the protocol, I can’t figure out if I want her or not if you’re scaring her and she wont pay attention to me.” he spoke harshly.

The shop assistant simply nodded before disappearing from sight and the young man turned to you instead, walking a few steps forward before sitting down on the cell floor, his back against the wall, giving you a chance to study him.

His hair was light brown, almost blonde with a tint of brown, his eyes dark chocolate coloured, slightly rosy cheeks and lips like small round pillows, a sharp jawline, an extremely friendly appearance and smile - his tone of voice tickling your ears when he spoke. He had a multitude of rings on his fingers, his t-shirt giving you a little view of his arms, he was lean and muscular,

‘Beautiful..’ you awed.

“Hey girl.” he spoke softly, offering you a small smile, “I’m Jimin.”

Your ears immediately perked up, seeking more of his voice, your tail uncurling from your body as you sat up slowly, your gaze going up and down his figure.

“It’s okay..” he spoke again, almost a whisper as if worried he might scare you, his hand extended towards you, to allow you to catch his scent.

You moved a little forward towards him on your hands and knees, your tail in the air swinging gently from side to side, your eyes never leaving his as you came close to his hand - you sniffed him gently, a smell of sweet fabric softener and cologne. You closed your eyes and tried to find his specific smell between the multitudes of different aromas.

A faint smile appeared on your features as you finally found his fragrance, indescribable, as if a mixture between spring raindrops and the lukewarm heat of summer.

Opening your eyes you saw his hand move slowly above you, slightly scared you laid your ears down and lowered your head, a nearly silent whimper escaping you - your previous experiences with humans only resulting in pain.

“Hey.. I won’t hurt you..” he said softly, his features saddening.

You remained still as you felt his hand come closer and closer to one of your ears, feeling as his fingers gently rubbing the base of it - your tail involuntarily starting to move from side to side in a happy manner.

“See, it’s not so bad.” he giggled.

You leaned further into his touch, almost aggressively leaning your head into his hand as you tried to receive more affection, closing your eyes and smiling widely, exposing your long and sharp canine teeth.

The door to your cell rattled when the shop assistant came back to check on Jimin’s interaction with you, your demeanour instantly changing as you cowered away, afraid that you might get punished by the assistant again for getting close to a human.

Leaning against the wall and avoiding his gaze you curled your tail around you again, Jimin’s features expressed deep sadness at your skittish behaviour.

He stood up swiftly, looking at the shop assistant with a determined look and spoke firmly, “I’ll take her home.”

“Are you sure?” the assistant asked visibly confused and in shock.

“Yes.” Jimin nodded.

Shrugging the shop assistant opened the door, grabbing your collar and leash, moving into the cell to put them on you so you could leave, your body pressing further against the wall to avoid them coming close to you, a look of fear on your eyes.

“Let me put them on her, please.” Jimin spoke, not giving the assistant a chance to decline as he took the collar and leash from them, bending down in his knees and sitting in front of you, hoping you would come to him.

He opened the collar for you, holding it out so you could come closer instead of him forcing it closer to you.

You were slightly puzzled by his movements, taking your feelings into consideration and not wanting to force anything on you, ‘Strange.’ you thought, but none the less you moved closer to him and extended your neck for him to click the collar on.

“Good girl.” he praised, your tail lightly wagging at his words - he stood up straight and walked towards the cell door where the assistant was standing.

“You need to put the leash on her.” the assistant demanded.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Jimin laughed.

“I’m sorry, sir, but she needs to have the leash on when she leaves through the shop.” the assistant insisted, clearly not letting up this time.

He sighed and turned around to look at you, his eyes apologetic - standing up and walking over to him, you offered no emotions, avoiding his eye contact and remaining indifferent, it was what you had been conditioned to be, anything more or less would result in punishments.

You felt him hook the leash onto the collar around your neck, whispering a gentle, “I’m sorry..”

“Right this way, please, we will finalise everything and you can go home.” the assistant ushered, probably worried Jimin was going to change his mind about you.

Multiple pieces of paper were laid out on the counter, probably waivers stating he couldn’t take you back, if he was harmed they weren’t at fault and that he had been warned about your troublesome behaviour.

Bundling all of the papers up, he handed the assistant everything who simply smiled and thanked him for his purchase and wished him a good day, waving as you walked out the shop and towards the parking lot.

As you stopped by Jimin’s car, you saw a large green field a few hundred metres across from where you were standing, your instincts itching to feel the grass under your fingertips - he caught onto your stare, following it and seeing the grass.

“I’m guessing it’s been a long time since you’ve seen, smelled or even felt grass?” he looked at you and questioned with soft eyes.

You looked down at the ground and nodded slightly.

He sighed, hating that you’d probably been in a cell or cage for the entirety of your life and you didn’t even know how to be a hybrid anymore.

“Come here.” he said while extending his hand towards your neck, your body automatically flinching back a little, his hands stopping and checking you were okay before he removed your collar and leash.

He stepped to the side and looked towards the field of grass, kind of expecting you to immediately take off running, but you didn’t.

“Go on girl.” he smiled while pointing towards the green grass.

Your eyes flickered between his and the large field a couple of times before you realised he was allowing you to run over there, no collar, no leash, no restrictions.

You could feel the energy starting to pulse through your veins as you started running as fast as you possible towards the field, immediately bending down and touching the grass as you reached it - so soft, so fresh and the smell of it, god, it was rejuvenating.

Jimin walked slowly up next to you, watching as you couldn’t stop smiling, touching the strands of grass and running your hands in between them, your ears peaking in every direction, taking in all the sounds of the outside.

Birds, kids, adults, hybrids, animals, cars, wind, leaves - it was all so stimulating and overwhelming, as if your senses had never been used before.

“Does it feel good?” Jimin asked, though already knowing the answer.

You turned your head to look at him, nodding repeatedly with the biggest smile on your face.

He giggled at you so endearingly.

Letting you roam on the field for hours it started getting dark and he knew he had to get you back to his apartment before the people of the night started coming out, people who weren’t fans of hybrids, some even going hunting for them, your innocent and sheltered mind so oblivious to this fact.

“Y/N.” he spoke softly, your head instantly turning in his direction and your mind attentive, “We have to get going.” he continued.

You simply offered a nod before coming to his side and following him back to his car, paying little mind to the group of people not far from you, a group Jimin had only just noticed.

“Shit..” he whispered, walking a little faster, ushering you to follow closely, but you hadn’t gone unnoticed, the group moving towards you.

“What do we have here?” one of the men called in your direction, your ears peaking towards him.

“Ignore them, Y/N, just follow me, quickly.” Jimin reassured you, reaching the car and opening the passenger seat door for you, rushing to his own side and locking the door before turning the keys in the ignition and backing away just as the group of men reached the passenger side, their devilish smiles sending an uneasy feeling through your stomach.

Jimin sighed heavily as he turned onto the main road and felt more at ease, finally safely on the way home, your eyes studied him as you could hear his heart beat fast and a faint smell of sweat coated his skin - fear.

As he turned into the garage you looked up and down the large building, wondering what floor he would be on, what his apartment would look like and what it would be like to actually live with an owner - you didn’t care much for being free and running on your own, you preferred a pack, even if only consisted of 2 members, it provided safety and comfort, you’d already been alone for so long and you hated it.

He got out of the car, opened the door for you and locked his car, turning and walking towards the elevator, pinging it and pressing the 12th floor when it finally arrived - your eyes gazing everywhere as you tried to capture as much information as you could to your memory.

Reaching the 12th floor Jimin stepped out of the elevator and towards a door to the left not far away, unlocking it and letting you enter the apartment first, your nostrils filling with the familiar scent of him and your eyes darting from one place to another, finding new things to look at all the time.

From his black sofa and matching chairs in front of a flat screen TV hanging on the wall to the open plan kitchen, a mixture of whites and blacks too, the apartment was large, even as you saw it now, only the living room and kitchen, it was bigger than anything you’d been in before, so much room to roam around in.

“Do you like it?” he questioned behind you, making you turn around and nod with a smile.

He giggled, “You don’t say much, do you?”

Your smile faded as your gaze turned to the wooden floor beneath you, opening your mouth as if you were going to speak, but nothing came out, as if you’d forgotten how to form words.

“Hey.. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he said softly, a worried smile painting his features.

You sighed, “I was always told to keep quiet. As a hybrid I have no right to speak.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched, just as he had suspected, “When you’re with me you’ve got as much right to speak as anyone else does, okay?”

Returning your gaze to him, you nodded, making him raise a brow at you, a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

“Yes.” you said softly.

“Good girl.” he praised, with a satisfied nod, “Now, I know every hybrid is different, but I’ll tell you what I’ve got and you can tell me what you like and don’t like, yeah?”

“Okay.” you whispered with a nod and smile.

“I’ve got 3 bedrooms, mine, yours and a guest bedroom. You don’t have to sleep in your room if you don’t want to, but it’s set up so you can if you’d like. You’re obviously free to sit and lie on the sofa as well as there are small hybrid beds in the living room, my room, the guest room and your own room, which is just an addition to the bed in there, depending on if you prefer sleeping close to the floor or on the bed.” he shrugged and continued, “You’re free to lie on my bed as well if you’d like. There’s toys in your room that you can see if you like, I just bought loads of different ones so you’ve got a variety of choice.”

Your chest swelled up and you almost couldn’t breathe because of the lump in your throat, just hearing about all of these things he had prepared and bought, that were now yours.

He sensed that you didn’t really know how to respond and simply continued talking about things that were very specific to you, “I hadn’t prepared for finding a hybrid like you, so there are a few things I need to run out and buy tomorrow, mainly clothes, since you’re basically a human with a tail and ears.” he laughed.

Half a smile appeared on your lips, knowing he probably didn’t mind but that it was the main reason that people passed over you for years, hybrids like you, often referred to as not ‘pure hybrids’, weren’t common and were often unwanted.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N, you don’t need to be pure to be a loving and good hybrid, I’m happy I found you,” he voice faltered and he spoke softly to you, as if to try and erase your self doubt.

He couldn’t help but smile as his eyes flickered behind you for a second before returning to your features, making you realise you’d happily been waving your tail around the entire time he had been talking, a thing you often don’t realise you do as it’s so natural.

Blushing slightly at your obvious appreciation of him, you tried to shift his gaze from you to something else, “Would you mind..” you paused, his brows raising as if to encourage you to continue, “Would you mind showing me around?”

“Of course!” he happily obliged, showing you around the apartment, eventually ending with your bedroom next to his, “This is your room.”

You stepped into the room, it matched the rest of the apartment, white and black colours with light wooden flooring, a king size bed with black silk sheets, a large wardrobe that he confirmed was empty but he would use for your clothes, a large box of different kinds of toys that you quickly looked through as the various bright colours interested you.

There was a large window going from the ceiling to the floor, but not as wide as the wall, ensuring you still had privacy but you could sit on the floor and look out the window if you wanted to.

“All of this, is mine?” you breathed, shocked at the size of the room, the bed, the amount of toys, your eyes gazing over everything.

“Yep!” he said happily.

Seeing all of it, actually being able to touch all of the things he’d spoken about was so surreal to you, the lump in your throat returning and your eyes stinging from the tears filling them. You’d always had nothing, you’d always slept on a concrete floor, barely given food, no toys, left to fend for yourself and now, you had a soft and warm place to sleep, an owner that actually seemed to care that you were in good health and taken care of.

You couldn’t help but sniffle, trying to hold back your tears.

“Hey.. What’s wrong? Don’t cry, please..” Jimin cooed, stepping a little closer to you.

Turning around to face him you looked down and closed the gap between you, your forehead meeting his chest, “Thank you so much.. Thank you..” you sobbed, his arms wrapping around you in an attempt to console you.

“Shh.. It’s okay..” he whispered, gently scratching the base of your ear, his other arm tightening around you - your ears peaked towards him when you heard a small growl coming from him and he released a breathy laugh, “Sorry.. I haven’t eaten in a while.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little with him, “Me neither.”

“Let’s get something to eat then, what do you want?” he asked, leaning back so he could see your face, his thumb coming to wipe away tears from your cheek.

You shrugged, “I don’t really know any other food than what they fed me at the shop, which I couldn’t even put a name on if I wanted to.”

He frowned at your words, but decided that he’d introduce you to a classic to begin with, “Pizza it is then!” he turned away from you and walked towards the living room, you following closely behind, watching him as he picked up the phone and spoke to someone you walked over to the sofa, dragging your fingers across it to see what the fabric felt like, smooth, soft, leather.

You ultimately sat down on the floor by the coffee table, staring at the TV, you’d seen one before in the shop, though much much smaller, the shop assistants always glued to it when business was slow.

“You can sit on the sofa you know, Y/N.” Jimin giggled lightly.

Turning your head to him you offered a smile, your body so used to the feeling of the hard surfaces you think you might have a hard time adjusting to the softness of any surface, “I might later.”

He nodded at your words, hoping you’d adjust too, “I’ll turn the TV on for you so you can watch something, I’ll go have a shower quickly while we wait for the pizza’s to arrive.” he spoke as he picked up the remote and chose a channel that usually showed drama, crime and documentaries, hoping it would occupy your brain a little.

You barely noticed as he walked away and the sound of water hitting bathroom tiles started, the moving images on the screen in front of you too catching, a man talking about a murder that had been committed and how they caught the people who tried to cover it up.

Too focused and enthralled by the voice on the screen describing the reenactment of the murder you hadn’t heard Jimin come back from the shower and walk into the living room again - his hand softly touching the top of your head startling you, your instincts kicked in, a growl leaving you as you turned around on your knees and captured his hand between your teeth, your canines digging deep into his hand.

A loud groan left him as you let go of his hand and he stumbled back against the large dining table behind him, blood dripping from his hand down onto the wooden floor, his eyes fixated and squinted at the sight.

Your blood ran cold as you held your hand to your mouth, your instincts calming and allowing your mind to comprehend what you had just done, tears accumulating in your eyes, “Jimin..” you cried as he hissed with a clenched jaw and walked quickly towards the kitchen, turning on the water at the sink and holding his hand under it.

Watching as he lowly growled at the sting of the water hitting the wounds you felt like hands were squeezing your heart and restricting your breathing - you had never bitten anyone before, you had never even been close to it or been the slightest bit aggressive.

He turned the water off, disappeared into the hallway and into the bathroom again - you stood up, your body shaking, your tail between your legs and your ears flat against your head, your tears falling freely down your cheeks as you waited for him to reappear.

‘I hurt him. I hurt him.’ was all that was going through your head.

Walking slowly out of the bathroom, he finished wrapping a bandage around his hand, his still wet hair draping over his face rendering you unable to judge his emotions.

“Jimin.. I’m so sorry..” you sobbed, “I didn’t mean to.”

He lifted his head, looking at you and pushing his hair back, his eyes still as kind as ever, walking towards you - “I know you didn’t, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have put my hand on you, I’m sure I scared you.” he spoke softly with a small smile.

A knock on the door caused you both to turn towards it, Jimin’s smile growing wider as he happily exclaimed, “Pizza!” and walked towards the door to get it - he seemed so fine, not like someone who had just been bitten by a hybrid.

Walking past you with the boxes in hand he put them down on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, patting the spot next to him, “Come eat.” You moved over to sit next to him and he offered you one slice of each pizza to try, excitedly expecting your verdict, watching you as you took a bite of each one to see which one you liked the most.

You felt so guilty about biting him that you weren’t hungry anymore but you still tried to express enthusiasm about the pizza, “I really like both.” you smiled.

“I’m glad.” he laughed and took a slice for himself, his eyes turning to the TV and immersing himself in the documentary, his random chatter and comments at it while his cheeks were full served to help your guilt ease and you felt slightly better.

Jimin refusing to take no for an answer kept offering you slices and filled you up too much, you had never been so full before, feeling ready to burst when finally the last slice was gone.

He leaned back in the sofa and sighed deeply, “I think I’m going to die I’m so full.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his words, feeling exactly the same - shifting around you curled up in the spot next to him, sleepier than ever, like you could hibernate for years.

He watched you with growing love in his heart as you draped your tail over your body and closed your eyes with a huff.

Pausing for a moment, worried you’d reject him again he gained the courage to ask, “Y/N?”

“Mmhm.” you hummed contently.

“Can I pet you?” he spoke sheepishly.

“Mmhm!” you hummed again with enthusiasm.

His hand softly laid on your head, dragged slowly through your long hair, occasionally rubbing your ears and scratching your scalp making your eyes feel dry and heavy, sleep closing in on you quickly.

Waking up to the noise of keys in the door, your eyes flickered open as Jimin stepped into the apartment, a multitude of bags in his hands making him nearly trip over.

You sat up, groaning as you stretched.

“Hey girl, sorry if I woke you.” he panted as he put the bags down on the dining table, “I went to get you some clothes.”

Your tail stiffened before moving wildly from side to side, your eyes widening at the prospect of new clothes, “Really?!”

Jimin laughed at your cute behaviour, “I told you I would yesterday. Come have a look.”

Nearly springing off the sofa you walked towards the bags, excited to see, instantly sticking your hands inside the bags and pulling out several items, tops, dresses, skirts, jeans, hoodies, cardigans, name it, it was there.

“I know we probably have to cut holes in some of the clothes so it wont squish your tail.” Jimin smiled, watching you as you took item after item out and looked at it.

He pushed another smaller bag towards you, “This one has underwear in it, I hope it fits you, I kinda had to guess on all of it.”

You looked into the bag, underwear in all kinds of different colours.

“If it doesn’t fit, I’ll just take it back, it’s not a problem.” he spoke.

“Thank you, Jimin. You’ve done more than I could ever ask for.” you spoke softly, your eyes still locked on the bags in front of you.

“Anything for you, Y/N.” he said softly.

Your eyes fell down to his freshly bandaged hand before flickering up to meet his stare and back down to his hand again, taking his hand gently and pushing it against your cheek you started rubbing against it lightly, “I’m really sorry..” you choked.

His thumb caressed your cheek, “I know you are. It’s okay.” he said with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, it’ll heal.”

A silence fell between you as you simply rubbed your cheek against his hand, your tail swinging slowly from side to side and your mind filling with his scent, feeling safe in his presence.

“Do you want to take a shower and try on your new clothes?” Jimin whispered.

Your ears peaked and you looked up at him, nodding, letting him take your hand and guide you to the bathroom, showing you how the shower worked and leaving some towels for you, a couple of bags with clothes you could choose from by the door as he closed it with a smile, leaving you to your own.

Turning to the mirror on the wall it was the first time you’d been able to properly look at yourself, in something that wasn’t a broken mirror, a window or rippling water - Two fuzzy ears, one black and one white, almost like your tail that was split between white and black down the middle, your eyes an icy blue, your hair long and black, the rest of you appearing human, except for your canine teeth.

‘Half-breed’, you hissed at yourself, ‘Impure’.

Sighing you undressed and stepped under the water, almost scorching your skin, god it felt good, running water, clean water - you used the products on the shelf in the shower, they smelled like Jimin, making you unconsciously smile.

Finishing up you stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying yourself off, squeezing the water out of your hair and your tail, spending maybe a little too much time rubbing your ears with the roughness of the towel since it felt so good - you stuck your hand into the bags by the door, fishing out a pink pair of underwear and sliding them on, they fit nicely, next up you found a bra, also pink, that seemed maybe a little tight around your torso, but it’d probably expand a little and fit better after a few wears. A pair of black jeans, that you couldn’t close because it would literally break your tail, and a white tank top.

Stepping out of the bathroom and walking towards the living room you found Jimin by the dining table on the phone, sounding very formal and seeming to discuss some business meeting, he looked down at your open jeans with a raised brow making you turn around and point at your tail which only caused him to laugh silently.

He ended the call and put his phone down on the table before turning to you and sighing with a slight laugh, “Let’s fix those jeans then.” he walked over to the open kitchen and opened a drawer, finding a pair of scissors, motioning for you to come over.

You stepped in front of him and bent over slightly, your tail wrapping around you to your front, giving him access to your jeans so he could cut a hole.

“I don’t know how that big tail will fit, but let’s try.” he giggled.

“It’s just fuzz! It’s quite small actually.” you said, waving your tail in front of him teasingly, “Feel it.”

He grabbed your tail softly, sliding his hands across it’s length, “It’s so soft!”

“Mmhm.” you hummed happily before attempting to stick your tail through the hole in your jeans, pulling them down slightly and exposing your pink underwear to Jimin, your innocent mind not thinking much of it, but his taking a different course, you still looked so human after all.

You managed to push your tail through in the first try, happily swinging it as you zipped up your jeans and buttoned them, turning around with a smile, “All done!”

Releasing his breath he put the scissors back in the drawer, “I’ve got some work I need to do, so I’ll be in my office if you need me.” he walked past you and turned to walk down the hallway.

“Can I come with?” you asked sheepishly.

He couldn’t help but smile at your question, “Of course.” he confirmed as he continued down the hallway and you followed cheerily - entering the office it was quite large, book cases on either side of the walls, a wooden desk in the middle with a laptop on it, stacks of paper and files lying around.

Stepping around the desk he sat down and opened his laptop, your eyes still darting everywhere and moving from book case to book case, looking at the titles of the books and the authors.

“Can you read, Y/N?” Jimin asked with a curious voice.

“Mmhm.” you hummed in confirmation, “The first shelter I was at took good care of me, they taught me how to read, write, a lot of useful things, basic maths too, what most children learn in schools I guess.”

“Good.” Jimin spoke before the tapping on his laptop started and he went silent, not wanting to disturb him you simply sat down next to the desk with a random book you had picked and started reading it, granted it was a little slow at first but you got the hang of it again.

You felt comfortable just sitting with Jimin, not needing to say anything and just getting on with your things separately. It was nice and before you realised it hours had passed by and you were brought out of your vivid imaginations produced by the book and its words by Jimin stretching and standing up, yawning widely.

“I’m going to bed, girl. I’m tired.” he said sleepily, “Goodnight.”

You nodded at him, deciding you also needed to go to bed soon, but staying behind a little longer to read, “Night, Jimin.” just one more chapter you thought to yourself, turning the page.

Finally closing the book you put it on the desk next to Jimin’s laptop, deciding to pick it back up tomorrow and finishing it, enjoying the story of hungry vampires hunting innocent humans in a modern day setting.

You went to your room, picking up the bags of clothes on the way, changing into an oversized t-shirt that you had deemed to be your sleep wear before lying down in your bed, pulling your covers over you letting out a huff.

Something wasn’t right. You felt uneasy. Grumbling you turned on your side, trying to ignore the pressure you had in your chest - Jimin’s name continuously running through your head and you had a hard time ignoring the need to be close to him.

Throwing the covers off yourself you debated for all of 2 seconds before getting out of bed and stepping silently down to his bedroom - his door was open and you could see his blondish locks spread over his face and his features so peaceful, he was lying on his side, one of his arms above the covers draped over his body.

You stepped close to his bed, carefully moving on to it and curling up in the curve of his legs, feeling ease in your chest, finally.

“You okay girl?” Jimin asked with a deep and sleepy voice.

“I am now.” you near whispered.

“You not going to bed cold there?” he asked, voice sending shivers through you.

“I’ll be okay. Promise.” you smiled, already feeling yourself ready to slip into the void.

Feeling a blanket being draped over you, you opened your eyes slightly, the sight of Jimin’s face appearing in front of you.

You whined in response, your eyes closing again as you heard him walk away - letting out a loud huff you cuddled into the blanket, it smelled like Jimin, so good, so intoxicating, so warm and protective.

Feeling your core throb at the thought of him, you smirked, letting your thoughts wonder to wherever they wanted to be, until you felt a slight ache in your stomach, your eyes widening and a panicked feeling being sent through you.

‘Fuck.’ you thought, ‘I’m in heat.’

You had completely blanked that it had been a while since you were last in heat, unlike pure hybrids who only go into heat twice a year, you go into heat 4 times, a middle ground between a female humans menstrual cycle and the heat cycle of a hybrid.

The ache was growing larger and more painful, time mixed together in the kennel leaving you unable to keep track and it never mattered when you were in heat, they didn’t provide you with a male to help you, so you found other methods to cope, methods that you couldn’t do around Jimin, not to mention the fact that there was now a male around you at all times, regardless of if he was a hybrid or not.

You got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, feeling like your insides were going to throb their way out of your body, a cold shower, just a cold shower, take your mind off it, cold water - Quickly undressing and turning the water to the coldest setting, you stepped in and immediately started shivering, the cold doing little to provide ease.

Groans left you as you squeezed your legs together, the pressure it gave sending shocks through your body, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck.’ you kept thinking.

You heard a light knock on the door, “Do you want some breakfast, Y/N?” Jimin asked with a cheery voice.

“No I’m okay.” you groaned out quickly.

“Are you okay?” he asked through the door.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” you responded quickly again.

You heard his footsteps fade and you quickly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you, opening the door and rushing to your room. Standing against your wardrobe you struggled to put clothes on, your core sending waves of pleasure through you at the slightest touch.

Managing to put another oversized t-shirt on and a pair of underwear you couldn’t bear the ache anymore, sitting on your knees by your bed and leaning your head against the edge of it, whimpers and light pants leaving you.

Opening the door Jimin stepped into your room “Y/N, are you sure-” not finishing his sentence he rushed to your side when he saw your figure on the floor, his warm hands on your waist and shoulder extracting a moan from you and he instantly let go of you, “What happened?”

“I’m in heat..” you sighed.

“Shit. They told me it wasn’t going to be until next month, I already found someone who could help you through it, I’ll call them and see if they can rearrange, okay?” he spoke quickly, standing up and turning, but you grabbed his hand, stopping him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I don’t want a male. I don’t want anyone.” you choked.

“What? Why not?” he asked, puzzled by your words, any other hybrid would’ve screamed for someone now.

“I haven’t..” you sighed, “I haven’t been with anyone yet. The shelter never provided me with males.”

“Oh..” he paused, “Are you sure you don’t want anyone?”

“Mhm.” you groaned, leaning your head against the edge of the bed again, letting go of his hand, “I’ll be okay.”

“Why today..” he sighed, “I’ve gotta go to this meeting, Y/N. I wish I could cancel it, but I can’t. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” he spoke softly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay..” you whined as you heard him get up and walk away, hearing some ruffling around in his bedroom you assumed he was changing and eventually his footsteps towards the front door, hearing it open and shut, the keys turning in the lock.

Standing up on wobbly legs you walked towards Jimin’s bedroom, his scent protruding from it sending shivers down your body, you needed to be close to it, needed to smell him, your hands gliding across his duvet, burying your face in it and holding your legs closed, your hand so tempted to slide up your leg and provide some relief, but you knew it would never be enough, it would only tease you and increase the throbbing of your core.

God, it wasn’t enough, you had to wear something of his. Moving away from the bed and towards his wardrobe you found one of his t-shirt, quickly ridding yourself of your own and putting it on.

You moved onto the bed, standing on your knees you looked at his pillows, debating with yourself. Your heat ultimately winning, you grabbed one of the pillows and put it between your legs, holding on to the edges of it and grinding your core on it slowly.

Fuck, it felt so good. The small bumps of the uneven pillow touching your clit in just the right ways, sending pleasure through your body, your hips moving back and forth teasingly, loving the way it felt.

It wasn’t enough to get you to the edge, but it somewhat soothed the ache in your stomach, letting your thoughts roam towards Jimin, how good his hands would feel all over you, how good it would feel to have him inside you, hearing his small moans and having him whisper praises at you, seeing his muscular body flex under you, above you, behind you, his lips dragging down your collarbones, biting your neck, holding onto your waist with bruising strength.

You leaned your head forward, increasing the pressure you were using to push your core onto the pillow below you, but still grinding on it slowly, brushing your hair away from your face and over to one side, your hand gripping onto the pillow with strength you didn’t know you had.

“Fuck.. Jimin..” you whimpered.

Hearing a sharp exhale coming from the door, your head instantly turned towards it, seeing Jimin standing there with wide eyes, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, a few buttons undone and his tie hanging undone too, his black slacks sitting tightly around his thighs and his belt snug around his waist.

You moved off of the pillow quickly, sitting down on the bed near the edge and curling your legs to the side in front of you, following his eyes as they flickered to the pillow, seeing the large wet stain you had left behind, hanging your head in embarrassment.

He moved closer to you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing it as you sighed into his touch, continuing not to look up at him.

“You’re home early.” you spoke softly.

“I’m not. It’s been a couple of hours, baby.” his voice laced with lust and almost feeling powerful in your ears, had you been standing it would’ve sent you to your knees, the nickname only adding fuel to the burning in your body, “Do you want me to help you?” he continued, sending a wave of excitement through you.

You finally looked up at him, nodding softly, his stare overpowering as he leaned down and gently kissed your neck, extracting a sigh from you instantly, his hands moving to your legs and pulling them so they were on either side of him, giving him access to your core.

Leaning back on your hands you watched as his mouth dragged down your torso, still covered by his t-shirt, but you could feel his hot breath through it, his hands gliding up the outside of your thighs.

“Jimin.” you spoke as you put your hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Mmh?” he looked up at you through hooded lids.

“I..” your were too shy to say it.

He moved up, his head next to yours, “Tell me.” he whispered.

“I don’t.. I don’t know if I’ll taste or smell nice, I’ve been sat on your pillow for hours.” you hesitated.

“Let me find out.” he smirked, his hand moving up and dragging slowly from your neck, down your chest, teasingly going close to, but avoiding your nipple, down your stomach, slowly moving his hand under your t-shirt and into your panties, easily sliding past your clit, your eyes watching his hand intensely.

“You’re soaking, baby.” he sighed.

You couldn’t help but whimper at his words, feeling one of his fingers slide down to your entrance, prodding it and teasing you before finally entering, sending a new feeling through your body as your breath hitched.

He pulled his hand back out of your panties and you followed it as it came up next to your head and you could hear him lick his finger, “You taste amazing.” his lewdness sending warmth to your core.

You felt his hand on your chest, pushing you lightly, “Relax for me.” he whispered as you leaned back onto the bed, his lips dragging down your collarbones and to your nipple, gently biting it through your t-shirt, a slight moan leaving you before his hand continued down your side, pulling your t-shirt up above your breasts, giving him access to your bare torso, his lips instantly attaching themselves to your nipple again, circling it with his tongue.

It felt like a line of fire going directly from your nipple to your core, your legs desperately trying to close and squeeze together, stopped by his body between them, your chest arching into his touch, body begging for more.

He continued down your body, kissing your stomach and above the edge of your panties, hooking his fingers under the edge of them and pulling them down your legs, kissing your inner thigh repeatedly on the way back to your core, sitting on his knees on the floor, his tongue darted out and softly circled your clit, a sharp exhale leaving you in result. Putting his arms under your thighs and holding onto your hips he continued to lick, circle and suck on your clit, as if you were going to be his last meal.

Putting your hand over your mouth you tried to stiffen your way too loud moans, worried the neighbours might hear you, your other hand closing in on itself, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Jimin wouldn’t have it, stopping his movements and coming up next to your head, his hand grabbing your wrist and moving your hand from your mouth, pressing it into the mattress above your head, “Don’t silence yourself. Your moans sound so fucking good.” he growled.

He moved back down your body, between your legs, grabbing your other hand and putting it on the back of his head, your fingers intertwining his locks and holding on, his tongue continuing its journey around and on your clit, moans and whimpers leaving you, feeling like your stomach was going to collapse in on itself as your orgasm came closer and closer.

“F-fuck!” you whimpered as your hips bucked up into him, your back arching into the mattress and your head digging into the softness below you, your eyes squeezed shut, your toes curled behind Jimin’s head, your breathing almost stopped but continued in small quick breaths, the pressure in your core released in harsh contractions, shocks of pleasure sent through your body, his movements not letting up until you had ridden your orgasm to the fullest.

Moving away from your core, he studied your panting figure, enjoying the small smile you had on your lips. He moved onto the bed slowly, hovering above you and putting his forehead to yours, until you became coherent again.

“Do you want to go further?” he asked softly.

“Yes!” you breathed instantly in response, causing him to attach his lips to yours in a heated kiss, only breaking it momentarily to pull your t-shirt off fully, leaving you naked below him. He put an arm under your waist and lifted you up, pulling you up towards the headboard of the bed, so you could lay on it properly.

Hovering above you, supporting himself with an arm on either side of you, he pulled away from you and opted instead to suck gently on your neck, his hand finding yours and guiding it to the buttons on his dress shirt, “Unbutton it for me, girl.” he whispered against your skin, your hands instantly obliging, undoing one button after the other, his chest and stomach becoming exposed for you, your eyes fixated on the sight.

He stood up on his knees, pulling it out of his slacks and throwing it on the ground next to the bed, your hand coming up to touch his abs, like it had a mind of is own, your fingers spreading out and gliding across his soft skin, a smirk appearing on his lips at your innocence - he quickly unbuckled his belt as well as opened his slacks, pulling them down slightly before coming down to you, pressing his lips against yours again, kicking them off while doing so, the only fabric between your core and his member now, was his boxers.

Pushing his member against your clit you moaned into the kiss, opening your mouth and he took the opportunity to find your tongue and dominate it, yours happily submitting to his movements.

His arm wrapped down under you and he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him, making you straddle him. You both stared at each other, panting, lips red and swollen, eyes blown out and dark, your tail swinging softly from side to side in content behind you.

He lifted his hips slightly, making you nearly fall forwards, a small laugh leaving him at your cute behaviour, “Here..” he spoke softly, grabbing both your hands and putting them on his chest, “Steady yourself on me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes you could feel his heartbeat beneath the palm of your hand, it was beating just as fast as yours.

His hands roamed down to his hips, pulling his boxers down and kicking them off completely, his member now bare against your core, the warmth of it sending shivers through you. Looking down between your legs, you could see it flat against his stomach, twitching. He was big and it made you a little worried.

Lifting yourself a little and leaning forward, his hand moved down and held his member up, you could feel it nudging against your entrance softly as you started to sink down on him slowly, his hands finding place on your hips, watching you.

God, he stretched you out, the burn almost too much to bear as you sunk down on him more and more, a mewl leaving you, your hands curling into fists on his chest and your eyes closing.

“Easy, baby. Take your time.” he cooed.

You lifted yourself up a little before continuing down on him, hearing a hiss from him below you, you opened your eyes and looked at him, his brows furrowed and mouth slightly ajar, his stomach tense, fighting the urge to thrust into you.

“So tight.. Fuck..” he breathed, his eyes closed.

Sinking all the way down on him, your clit met his pubic bone, a sigh leaving you at how good he felt inside you, better than you even imagined, his member twitching inside you.

Leaning on his chest you lifted yourself and sunk down on him again slowly, a small moan leaving him, making your ears twitch and a smile appearing on your lips, loving that sound you tried to extract more from him, increasing your movements a little as you got more and more used to him, your own pants leaving you repeatedly.

The feeling being sent through your body every time you met his base had you begging and chasing for more, your body was on fire and he was the only one that could soothe it.

Feeling your warmth leaving him he couldn’t help himself, thrusting back up into you causing a loud moan to leave you, a different kind of feeling, but it felt so good.

“Sorry..” he whispered, “I couldn’t stop myself.” feigning innocence.

“Do it again.” you smirked.

Bending his legs so he had an easier time doing it, he continued small and slow thrusts, sending pleasure through your body every time his hips met your skin.

You looked down at him, his skin glistening with sweat and small pearls forming on his temples, his hair sticking slightly to his face and his eyes filled with lust, your own skin feeling damp and hot.

He quickly sat up, wrapped his arms around you and turned you over on your back, leaving him in full control, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder, your hands still placed firmly on his chest as he hovered above you and looked down at you.

“Fuck.. Jimin..” you whined, feeling like you were being thrown towards another orgasm - his lips came down to your neck, gently nibbling at it, “I love it when you moan my name, baby.”

Your hands found their way to his back, feeling his muscles flex below the palms of your hands, his lips on your neck disappearing but instead feeling his teeth bite into your skin, the back of your head automatically digging into the pillow below you as you exposed more of your neck to him, your nails digging into the skin of his back and dragging down causing a growl to leave him as he arched his back into your scratches.

“That’s it girl, mark me.” he hummed against your skin, “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

You squeezed your legs around his hips, “So fucking good..” you panted, “I’m so close..”

Lifting your head you looked down between your legs, watching him as he appeared and disappeared into you, his rough and powerful thrusts blanking your mind. You could feel your core clenching around him repeatedly, the pressure reappearing in your stomach and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, a faint muscle ache in your body.

You leaned up to him, attaching your lips to his, your fingers intertwining with the hair on the back of his head and your other holding on to his shoulder.

Breaking the kiss you felt your body twitch slightly, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself, your mouth falling slightly open and whimpers leaving you repeatedly, your core throbbing repeatedly around Jimin’s member.

“God, fuck..” he groaned, the feeling of you cumming on him sending him spiralling into his own high, his body shaking above yours as his hips stuttered and eventually came to a halt, cumming inside you and desperately trying to regain control of his breathing.

Your hand on his shoulder moved slowly to his neck, your thumb gently and soothingly dragging back and forth his skin in a loving manner, his eyes flickering to yours, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

He pulled out of you gently and laid down beside you, immediately putting an arm under your head and pulling you close to him, your head and arm resting on his chest, your tail draping over his hips and your leg intertwined with his.

You snuggled closer to him, not wanting to let go, listening to his heart beat slow down, his hand coming up to scratch the base of your ear, feeling like you could fall asleep at any second.

“I hope that helped soothe the ache.” he whispered, a smile in his voice.

“Mmhm.. It was amazing.” you whispered back, “Thank you.”

He giggled, “Absolutely my pleasure, any time you need.”

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comfortmarvelimagines · 5 years ago

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when you can’t find the quiet pt5

request: hii!!! can you please do an autistic!reader fic where they come by the tower/compound to use the sensory room but peter and tony aren't there so security wont let them in and nat or another person comes by and lets them in (cause peter always talks about the reader)? i need angst resolved with fluff this week has not been kind.

Turns out, Tony wasn’t kidding when he mentioned making plans.

First step was giving you whatever stim toys you wanted, to take away from the tower with you. Peter and Tony made sure you had multiples of just about everything, from chewies to fidgets, even your own weighted blanket (Tony wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry when you explained how you’d stack random items on top of your bed at home to try and imitate the feel of one). Second was to work out a leave-pass from classes, so that you could remove yourself from an overloading situation with minimal resistance. In the event that you had to leave, and it was bad, you had Tony’s personal contact saved in your phone. And finally, it was set up within FRIDAY’s security programming to let you into the tower to access the sensory room. Happy had even printed you off an access badge, in case you ran into Stark Industries staff who didn’t know about the situation, or who were less than understanding. Both Tony and Peter promised to let the people allowed on the floor of the sensory room, predominantly the other Avengers and Pepper, know that you’d be around; Tony had jokingly said that they’d be wanting to finally catch a glimpse of you in person, considering how Peter was always talking about you. All in all, things seemed to be looking up. Sure, some of the shitty things that came with being autistic and chronically anxious weren’t ever going to disappear, and you weren’t going to magically ‘recover’ (not that there was anything to recover from, because no matter what anyone says, autism is not a bad thing), but it was a weight off your shoulders to have a support system for when things got rough.

So things worked out, for a few weeks. It was terrifying the first few times you went to the tower on your own, but Tony and Peter had ran it through with you multiple times with you, lessening their support with each go so you could prove to yourself that you could, in fact, do it. And it was worth it. In hindsight, you conceded that having access to that safe space had prevented several meltdowns, and you were so incredibly grateful to Tony for allowing you to turn up to what was essentially his home whenever you needed, and to Peter for introducing you to his mentor. Not everything was smooth sailing, though.

It hadn’t been a great day, but it also hadn’t been the worst. It’d been somewhere in between, and you were okay with that, but you also knew that your coping strategies worked best when you caught onto the bad things early. Essentially: you needed to go and stim and self-regulate before you even thought of going home, to deal with you mom and homework and whatever else. So you got off the subway a few stops early, and made your way to the tower, rummaging through your backpack as you walked through the revolving doors for your pass. FRIDAY was programmed to let you up regardless, but not all the staff knew you.

The pass wasn’t in your bag. Not even in the weird tiny inner pocket that you always forgot was there. Fuck.

You were wearing noise cancelling headphones, so you didn’t notice the security guard was talking to you until he tapped your shoulder. The touch was static and you jumped, pulling the headphones off your head as you realised you’d have to try and talk.

“Do you have a security pass?” the guard seemed bored, staring as you fidgeted, trying to come up with the words to begin to explain.

“If you don’t have a pass, I’m going to need to request that you leave the premises. This is private property,” the speech was well-rehearsed and, as much as you knew this wasn’t personal, and you probably weren’t the first random teenager trying to get into the tower, the panic set in. You ran back towards the doors, stumbling around the other people in the lobby. A pair of hands met your shoulders as you whirled in panic, stopping your motion.

“Y/n?” you knew that was your name, you knew you were supposed to respond and acknowledge and talk and make eye contact but that just wasn’t gonna happen right now.

“Was there a problem here?” the voice was cool, and sounded familiar, but you were more focussed on trying to stop anxious-flapping your hands, because this was in public and people were watching and if Tony or Peter found out then they’d surely never let you back here and it was all your fault for leaving your pass at home. Beneath your panic, you could hear a conversation happening over your head, something about you being okay, and “we’ll take it from here” (at the time, wondering who ‘we’ entailed was only a fleeting consideration).

You only vaguely recognised where you were going as you were led away, guided by a light touch on your back, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole and let you hyperventilate in peace. At this point, it was taking everything you had not to scream, or bite your hand, or drop to the ground, anything to make it stop and go away and ground yourself back to your body. Repressing the stims was physically painful.

The lift was quieter, less glaring, less busy. As you looked up, you realised that the person leading you away from the guard and the crowds was, in fact, the Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff. The terrifying assassin, SHIELD agent, former KGB. Peter had spoken of her in awe, and rightly so. And yet, here she was, asking you if it was okay if she rubbed your back after saving you from decidedly scary SI security. Normally you hated light touch, but Nat was equally firm as she was gentle and her silent presence somehow made it easier to breathe.

You didn’t even realise there was another person with you until he offered his hands, a reprieve from the painful, anxious pressing of your hands together, keeping you from pushing until your wrists popped in their sockets. The hands were new, but immediately recognisable; one skin, one metal.

Bucky didn’t mind you squeezing his hands. You figured he barely felt it, with your hands being tiny in comparison. The metal of his right hand was cool, and you leaned into the touch as he pushed your hair back from your face, clearing it from your vision and allowing you to fully take in the pair for the first time (minus the disorienting overstim from earlier). Nat crouched down to be below your eye level, holding out the headphones you realised you must’ve dropped in the lobby earlier.

“You wanna put these back on? There a bunch of people around this afternoon, so it’ll be a bit noisy until we get to the sensory room.”

You took the headphones from her, spinning them in your hands. “I’m sorry.” You cringed at the way your voice cracked from misuse.

“No. You have nothing to apologise for. You did nothing wrong. If anything, we’re sorry that security didn’t know to let you through,” Bucky’s voice was deeper, but no louder than Nat’s. “I know Peter and Tony would be proud of you for coming here, instead of trying to get home whilst overloaded.”

Shaking your head, you went to correct him, tell him ‘no, they wouldn’t, it’s ridiculous that I can’t get home on my own,’ but Nat cut you off. “Why don’t we continue this discussion somewhere other than the elevator?” You jammed the headphones back on your head in response, reaching for her hand before you’d fully realised what you were doing. She glanced briefly in your direction but took your hand unquestioningly, rubbing her thumb over yours. The two of you followed Bucky out of the elevator, towards sensory sanctuary.

***

A while later, you’d climbed into the sling swing situated towards the centre of the sensory room, Bucky offering to push you. He was surprisingly gentle, for a super soldier. Natasha had stepped outside to make a call, to who you figured was probably Tony; even through the door, you could hear her recounting the afternoon’s events, of finding you panicked and the security guard not knowing and the whole mess. Bucky had explained that she wasn’t mad at you, or even Stark, just worried of what would’ve happened had they not arrived back at the tower when they did. You considered what he’d said.

“You knew what to do,” it was more a statement than a question. Sure, you knew that the other Avengers had been made aware of the fact you’d be around sometimes, but Peter had never told you how much they knew about you, or just autism in general.

“If you’re wondering what Stark and Peter told us, not much. I followed Nat’s lead on this one.” As if on cue, Natasha re-entered the room, running a hand through her hair. “I told Tony what happened. He’s not happy, but he wants to make sure you’re okay before he does anything about the security situation,” she noticed you twisting your hands and offered hers. You took them, tapping a staccato on her palms, but keeping your gaze firmly downcast. You felt her gaze on you, studying.

“Kid, you look exhausted. Do you wanna take a nap, and we can drop you home later?” Bucky spoke up, ceasing the rocking motion of the swing. You had to admit, the overstim of the day overall combined with the panic in the lobby had taken a lot out of you. But at the same time, you didn’t want to inconvenience the people that had already invested their time and effort into making sure you were okay.

Nat picked up on your hesitation (of course she did- she’s a trained spy). “I think that’s a good idea. Even if you don't sleep, you look like you could use a weighted blanket and some quiet time. You don’t need to worry about the stuff that happened earlier-”

“We’ve got that,” Bucky interjected.

“And you need to take care of you. I’ll get Stark to tell your guardian where you are, and ask Happy to run you home later,” she paused for a second. “We can stay with you if you want.” And you did want that, you wanted their calm, their steadiness, their control over the situation.

That nap, spent curled up under a weigher blanket, legs across Bucky’s lap, Nat’s hand a comfortable presence on your shoulder, was one of the best you’d ever had.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #avengers one shot #avengers imagine #avengers #sensory overload #stimming #actually autistic #autistic!reader #marvel imagines #marvel one shot

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domjaehyun · 5 years ago

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Disclaimer: THIS in response to Miss @ Outscale-n. This is NOT in response to Jewel in any way. Oh don’t worry, we KNOW you guys “wont care a shit” if he “did say it” because it’s always OUR fault because how dare we feel a way about something related to and derived from smth used to degrade us, used in tandem while counting us as only worth “3/5 OF A HUMAN BEING” in this country for over 400 years, by people who aren’t apart of our culture. WE KNOW YOU DON’T CARE. You show us all the time!!! We

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don’t need you to remind us by telling us outright, thanks though ❤️. & if you aren’t American & think i’m not being LITERAL when I say “3/5 of a human being”, go google “3/5 Compromise”. Black were considered three-fifths of an actual human being🙂 & yes, we grow up being taught this. It isn’t some wokery, we learned this multiple times in school in Social Studies (History class). Moving on with the rest of my response, “a lot of shit happening in this world only to care bout a young asian man saying the N word.” Yes but an Asian guy getting attacked in American purely for being Asian is treated like a whole ass crisis in the Kpop fandom but the culture this godforsaken sub genre takes it’s inspo- no, the culture THE WHOLE POP CULTURE OF THE WORLD takes its inspo from, saying to not use a fucking slur bc people here get killed for being black & happening to be in an area near a racist at the wrong time who kill JUST BECAUSE, knowing they will get away with it, AS IF THIS COUNTRY HASN’T SPENT SEVERAL CENTURIES treating us as subhumans & then getting all the rest of the fucking planet to CO-SIGN their actions & even DEFEND DISRESPECT AGAINST US while simultaneously BITING OUR CULTURE DAILY from smth as small as Tiktok dances to inventions to comedy to fashion TO OUR WHOLE ASS BODY SHAPE AND FEATURES while we get shat on for being BORN that way, ISN’T ALLOWED TO THINK IT’S A WORTHWHILE PROBLEM TO COMPLAIN ABOUT!?!!!?! *Note that when I say our culture I mean this: go look up where rock and roll music came from. Now go look up where jazz music came from. Now go look up where Disco came from. Now do Bluegrass Country music. Now House music. Now do Gospel. Now do Go-go. You already know where R&B, HipHop, Funk, and reggae came from. But go look that shit up. All of it. Mkay? Mkay. I DONT EVEN CARE THAT HE MOUTHED IT, bc I KNOW he knows we didn’t like it & maybe didn’t think it’s not allowed if it’s just a lyric, & he isn’t gonna do it again & he isn’t problematic any other way so I don’t ever even think about the fact that it happened outside of when it gets brought up. You hear that? I don’t even think about it. Other idols have done things that make me feel much more offended personally. I will NOT chastise my fellow Black stans if they have a prob with it. I am INFINITELY more pissed off that anyone, some like YOU thinks not only that they have a right to give us a speech on what the FUCK is ok to do when we get abused in every sense of the word by each race and culture who isn’t us in this fucked up ass insensitive un-empathetic piss pot for a planet called Earth. THAT’S what stoked the issue, THAT’S was has someone as docile as me wishing VEHEMENTLY I could reach through this screen pull you out by your neck & make you walk a DAY IN SOME OF OUR shoes to make you understand why what you NEED to do instead of policing how the fuck we feel & our conversations, while we work to heal ourselves as a people for shit that continues to happen systematically, is learn EMPATHY & to learn that not being a part of the solution is being part of the problem. You are either FOR us or AGAINST us, so when you say “we don’t care” know EXACTLY what the hell you are implying you don’t care about when we use those words because it speaks VOLUMES to your quality as a human being!! I have no idea who the person that sent that message to Jewel is & I wanna tell off ANYONE who is rude to her but whether it gets acknowledged or not, I will NOT sit here in silence & keep letting people tell me I don’t have PERMISSION to feel something is a problem. YOUR INTENTIONAL UNAPOLOGETIC STATEMENT is more inflammatory than Jaehyun’s mistake, Miss outscale-n. THERE. & Furthermore, did it ever occur to YOU PEOPLE that the reason Black stans are so loud when an idol fucks up is bc we have to LITERALLY REPEAT INCESSANTLY when & what an idol did wrong bc you TALK OVER US to drown what couldn’t been 3 comments, turned into 300 because you wanted to SILENCE US??? You didn’t, did you, miss outscale-n? You didn’t, @ EACH & EVERY IGNORANT KPOP STAN who thinks that because ‧~˚₊*̥˚♡ it doesn’t affect me or Korean men so it’s not a big deal, stop saying those things you’ll make him feel bad about himself !!♡*̥₊°~ !!!?? Well let me tell you something, I have stanned plenty of male idols over the past 13 years so believe me when I tell you, lots of them fuck up big time. Some I have forgiven, whether other Black stans do or not & how we deal w/ idols who fuck up either as a whole it on a personal level IS OUR PREROGATIVE, but no one, even other Black stans- ESPECIALLY other Black stans, should be telling any of us what to feel or why. This is not about Jaehyun anymore. This isn’t even about any idols anymore. I am significantly more angry at how terribly Black people get treated when we speak up for ourselves, than I am in what an idol does. Nothing says “hate and shitty vibes” like publicly downplaying and disregarding people’s feelings while you proclaim you “won’t excuse yourself from what you said” since you “said what you wanted to” tho right lol

#theworld accordingtocasey #answered #i wanted to give her a chance to say her piece on my blog #everyone deserves to be heard

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coup-de-maine · 5 years ago

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How to enter a fandom - RPC

Hey guys, time for a friendly PSA from yours truely~

So I’ve been in and out of a lot of fandoms, made friends, enemies, frenemies, grave mistakes and happy accidents. I also see a lot of people come in other fandoms. Most of yall do great but I see some people carry in this weird sort of self deprecating attitude that can immediately turn rpers away from them, which results in; more of that self deprecation. So Im here to hopefully help out with the best ways to enter a fandom or an rpc, make your presence known and make lots of wonderful friends.

Now the first, and most important thing, and I notice a ton of people struggle with it is:

General attitude.

Let me give two examples of some first time posts.

“Hey! I’m new to the fandom. I know my bio and my theme sucks but would anyone like to rp? Maybe?”

VS.

“Hey! I’m new to the fandom. My bio and rules are located here, though they’re still under construction I’m really eager to develop them with interactions!”

Now I know the first one is tempting for a lot of reasons. You might not even feel like its all that bad, but up next to the second one it actually sounds a little...depressing, monotone, dry. Even though they start the same, one ends with me feeling like: this person really doesn’t put effort into things, they dont even really want to be here. All my threads with them are going to be lazily written or probably written with half baked enthusiasm.

The second person is happy to be here, eager to interact, admits that since they’re a new blog not everything is perfect. Yet, they don’t talk down on themselves or make it seem like anyone who talks to them will only be taking pity on them.

This is actually a big problem I see in the rpc. Making people take pity on you for interactions and the rule with that is simple:

don’t make people feel like they have to take pity on you.

It’s a knee jerk reaction, I know. We’re all awkward humans on the internet who want to play up our faults. Who wants to say “My stuff is SO awesome! It’s the best”???

Well. You do. You’re new to a fandom. People already have established relationships, character arks, possibly with another version of the muse youre playing. Backstories so detailed it’ll make your head spin. You are literally selling yourself to these other rpers. Don’t sell them “A vacuum cleaner that sucks. No, not sucks up the dirt, it just sucks. Like me, Im trash and dont even have a working vacuum” No one wants to buy a vacuum cleaner that sucks.

Hate to break it to you, but when you say you suck, or your stuff sucks; people are gunna believe you. Or they’re just gunna pity you. And thats not great either.

Heck you might think; why not? So long as they rp with me, whats wrong with that?

Well... lots of things but mostly; pity isn’t a good feeling. Nobody wants to feel guilted into rping with you. Imagine seeing someone on your dash constantly posting about how no one likes them, their character or interacting with them. How they wanna die because they never get asks, no one likes their starters. (Sound extreme? I’ve seen it.) It makes you feel bad right? It makes you wanna like them but like- where do you even start??? They don’t even like them?? What common ground do you have?? “Hey, I see you hate yourself... uh... I hate you too?” Not great. Actually bad. You don’t know how to approach this person without becoming an emotional crutch, and you know they’ll latch on to you and suck every positive emotion out of your body so how do you win?

So lesson one is; People don’t want to be forced to feel so bad that they rp with you, they want to feel inspired to. Inspire some dudes! (or non-dude identifying people)

Presentation!

This is everything. Present yourself. You don’t need flashy icons or a cool promo- let me tell you, I’ve made some shitty promos in my life. See Here

That was my promo for a long as time. Until it was THIS that a friend made for me (A friend that I made. Through how awesome I presented myself. Thanks Vee, if you see this I still love you)

I can’t stress enough how important attitude is because I’ve had both a shitty attitude and a great one in the RPC and let me tell you, nothing kills a blog faster than a shitty attitude. Wanna make a self deprecating posts about that meme that you got 0 asks for? NUH UH. Think again. PITY = BAD, SHORT LASTING FRIENDSHIPS. INSPIRED = SUPER AWESOME HAPPY FUN TIMES FOREVER.

Yo, present yourself in a way that makes people wanna approach you. Get them interested, say something wacky or edgy or if your character is self deprecating then self deprecate through them but DO IT IN A FUN WAY. The people who care about icons and fancy promos usually aren’t worth lasting friendships either. Sometimes they literally spend more time formatting than writings something worth while for you. (some of you really balance it and just love formatting but u know im not talking about u Im talking about those that literally wont talk to us that dont)

So present yourself well and be genuine.

--- WAIT WAIT WAIT- be genuine?? What if my genuine self is self deprecating and negative?

[JOHNNY TEST NOISE]

HELL NO shut the what up I know you’re not, I know that’s a reflex to cover up how insecure you are, I know you hate how pathetic and small you feel so you point out all the things wrong with you before someone else can. That’s not you, and you are capable of more than that.

Dude. (and non-dude identifying peeps) I’m gunna say it again. I’m gunna say it a million times; one day it will sink in. Everybody feels that way.

What?? Octo ur so cool and confident tho

You know how you never noticed?? CANT SEE MY HANDS SHAKE THROUGH THE COMPUTER.

DONT KNOW HOW LONG I HESITATED BEFORE SENDING THAT ASK MEME TO YA.

The internet is a playground because you can trick people into believing whatever you want about yourself. YEP even good things!!! You don’t have to wear your flaws on your sleeve, and you certainly don’t have to wear them like a full body cast that prevents you from doing anything fun in your life.

Take the cast off, take a risk. You literally have nothing to lose. Especially if no one interacts with you as is anyways.

Be mindful

This is more of a trick I use to make myself feel better. I don’t follow a lot of people so my dash is pretty slow. It’s fairly easy to tell when people are and aren’t active/online so I literally have to trick myself sometimes but;

If you reblog a meme and get nothing, step back and ask yourself; am I sure anyone even saw it? and are the people who did maybe to shy to send anything? Or maybe nothing in that meme applies to their character.

As a mute character I am VERY restricted to what memes I reply to. As a character who speaks VERY LITTLE I am VERY restricted to what dialogues I can send at all. This means I’m required to edit memes a little (this is allowed by most meme creators btw) or I need a very good relationship with a character in order to say/sign that many words at them.

And worse case scenario, queue it and reblog it again/later. Its no biggie, some memes don’t make it.

Self reflect

Check out people on the dash. Do they have interactions? What are they like? Is their character more welcoming? Maybe you’re character is more intimidating. You might need to actually seek out interaction.

Tumblr has this huge enigma where everyone wants asks but no one wants to send them. Curious anons come from someone, magic anons come from your peers, followers, friends. Some of them are pretty obvious. Want asks? Send them. We really need to get the ball rolling with this because its honestly a problem. Show some initiative and reach out. It actually feels pretty good seeing someone react to your outrageous anon. And its a lot of stress relief if you play an otherwise very serious character to get to branch out and be silly.

So you send asks, you like starter calls- why isn’t it working?

Well, a stranger knocks on your door and tries to get to know you. Its a little awkward- it can work sure in some cases. But in most you’ll probably close the door and phone the police.

The RPC isn’t as strange as that but what’s easier? Talking to a muse you’ve never met from a blog you’ve never seen before? Or writing a thread with your best bud, throwing in inside jokes and references to your favourite shows- teasing each other about that one embarrassing thing that happened to your muse- yeah. Yeah you get it.

If you have history or at least an idea what someone is like, you will want to interact with them more. I don’t know if you’re some mean... meanie pants whos gunna smack my muse because he offered you a cookie. And maybe you are, but if I don’t know you, or know that your muse is deeply traumatized by cookies, I might take that as you saying “Ew no get away I never wanna rp with you”.

It sounds harsh, but I KNOW it happens. It STILL happens to me, even with people I’m friends with. Even if someone has multiple blogs and I get on fine with one muse, if the other hates me I might get uneasy about sending in asks cause I feel like I’m directly bothering the mun (who I love on this blog but WHAT IF THEY START HATING ME THERE TOO???)

Separation is tricky. We all get jealous or feel neglected when our partners focus on another thread/ship or send mean angsty replies which is why its important to check yourself remind yourself you have value, mun =/= muse and that it’s all in good fun.

Have Rules

UGH no!!! Not rules I hate rules, I dont want to restrict anyone!

Listen. I get it. I was a rule-less blog for a long time. But you know what? You need them. Not just for you, but for the people who wanna interact. I still feel the need to ask people who have rules what they are and aren’t comfortable with. You might not realize it but shit can go down in rps especially in certain fandoms. Even if its just the basics. Write them. They matter.

Unless you’re fine with someone literally controlling your character, or a blog you dont even follow who RPs David Letterman tags you in a smutty thread where your muse and him are married and he’s heavily pregnant with 4 narwal baby’s I- I think you can see where I’m going.

If its just the basics, thats fine, everyone loves seeing that. No god modding, not forced shipping, ect- great. Less for me to remember. Add to it if you need to. Everyone experiences rp different. Make your experience a comfortable one.

(And stay tf away from me Preggo-letterman)

Step away.

If you’re feeling negative, just step away. Do not make a big post about it alerting everyone who follows you because they might not all respond well. If you have close friends in then fandom you can go to, talk to them, vent a little, or just remove yourself and get those feelings out. But remember that no one here is equipped to be your therapist, and we cant all be expected to take the burden from you. It is up to you to regulate your emotions. Use coping skills but please don’t make the fandom or your blog a toxic place to be.

You don’t feel good, and no one reading your posts feels good, and building friendships on not feeling good is just... completely not good.

Im not saying you must be sunshine and rainbows all the time, but feeling bad feels bad and even though rping is just a hobby and a past time you are still reaching into other peoples lives. Leave a good impact, try to be someone you would want to meet in the rpc. Make it a better place.

Tips and Tricks

If you leave with nothing else, please take these:

Send Messages.

IM people, send them asks, get to know them before RPing.

Be kind.

Be generous.

Be enthusiastic.

Be happy.

#PSA!!!#Im so so so SO sorry its so long #I tried really hard to make it entertaining #anyways I just get a lot of people asking me how to enter the RPC and...#I wish I had heard this shit when I started lmao #rp #tumblr rp #roleplay

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jiminisjamin · 6 years ago

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Wings (Destiel)

Pairing: Destiel

Requested: Not technically, but I saw one of you on my fics saying you needed one with wing kink. I read y’alls comments- and I deliver.

Summary: During an outing with the Winchesters, Castiel gets pretty banged up.

Warnings: So okay this isn’t going to be smutty or anything but it will be implying Dean’s got a bit of a wing kink and stuff.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Word Count: 2,513

Title: Wings

Castiel practically collapses onto the chair when they finally reaching the bunker, a low groan falling past his lips as he places his hand on his shoulder, feeling the ache of the battle now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“I hate demons,” Dean grumbles, tossing his duffle on the table. “They ruin everything.” He grimaces, wiping some grime off his forehead. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” he glances back at Sam and Castiel. “You two good?”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam waves his hand. “Please, for our sake go get cleaned up.” Dean nods, turning his gaze to Castiel.

“Cas? You good?” The only response he can muster is a low, short grunt, and he raises his gaze to Dean. “Uh, dude,” Dean steps forward slowly, shooting Sam a questioning look as he approaches Castiel. “You okay? You look a little…not okay.” Castiel’s eyes flutter shut.

“I’m fine, Dean,” he croaks, “it’s nothing that won’t heal over time.” Dean kneels in front of Castiel, and peers up at him.

“Cas, buddy,” Castiel’s eyes flutter open and he lowers his gaze to Dean. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“It’s fine, Dean.”

“No- no, it’s not. I don’t know about you and your angel buddies, but when one of my friends gets hurt, I help them out. So, what is it? Did you get stabbed? Sliced? Where is it, Sammy and I can stitch you up Cas.”

“It’s not…my body,” Castiel says slowly, “my vessels body.” Dean tilts his head, a confused expression crossing his face. “Every now and then,” Castiel gasps slightly, slamming his mouth and eyes shut. “My wings,” he chokes out, “they were damaged in the battle,” he swallows roughly, leaning his head back against the chair. “It’s nothing that wont heal, Dean.”

“Is there…anything we could do?” Dean offers, glancing over to Sam. “To at least lessen your pain?” Sam shoots his brother an annoyed look at dragging him into this, and then he sees the raw concern on Dean’s face, and watches his brother stand up, placing his hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Come on, buddy, let me help you.”

Sam scutters over to the table, grabbing the first lore book he finds and holding it in the air. “I actually have to go,” he stutters, “research, get knowledge on more supernatural, uh, stuff- but you have fun with that! I mean, make sure Cas gets better, and stuff- thanks for the offer though, Dean.” Dean barely has time to shoot Sam an annoyed look before he scurries off down the hall.

“Damnit,” Dean murmurs, staring down at Castiel. “Come on, buddy, let’s go patch you up. Would I patch you up? How do I- how do I patch up wings?” Castiel frowns, turning his gaze away from Dean’s questioning stare.

“I don’t require your help Dean, really.”

“Cas, buddy, let me help you. I can’t count the times you’ve saved my ass or healed me without even asking. Let me repay you.” Castiel glances up at his friend, and sighs, shifting slightly and grabbing the armrest for support as he stands up.

“I can’t guarantee there will be any easy way to mend them,” he comments, rolling his shoulders slightly. “I’ve only ever groomed my wings before.”

“Groomed?” Dean repeats, something in his stomach dropping.

“Uh- yes, like, humans with their hair.”

“Like…birds?” Castiel shoots Dean an offended look.

“I don’t peck at my feathers, Dean.” Castiel gives Dean an incredulous look and sighs. Dean turns his gaze to the ground.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that Cas.” His face heats up slightly. “Angels sure are protective over their wings, huh?”

“They’re a part of us, Dean,” Castiel says, shifting awkwardly. “They…they’re important.” He looks away, his jaw clenching lightly. “Which- I have to tell you, before this…before you help me.” Dean’s gaze snaps up to meet him. “M- my uh, wings…they aren’t in the best condition.” He says slowly, “they aren’t at their full…potential anymore. They used to be much more impressive- but, over the years they’ve been damaged. Sometimes beyond repair- but, I just wanted to let you know, because…they didn’t used to look like this.”

“Dude- I don’t care what they look like. I mean, hey, it’s not the condition of the wings, but how you use them, right?” Dean winks, instant regret and shame filling him as Castiel stiffens slightly. “Ah- I’m sorry, I’ll stop making jokes now.” He laughs sheepishly, unable to place the fluttering feeling in his stomach and chest as Castiel moves to unbutton his bloodied shirt. Castiel fumbles with his shirt slightly, eventually getting it unbuttoned and shrugging it off his body. He hangs his head in shame as his shoulders press back slightly, “close your eyes.” He whispers, his voice barely audible. Dean closes his eyes quickly, red filling his vision as the light presses against his eyes, and then it goes dark. Dean licks his lips quickly, tentatively opening his eyes.

Castiel stays in front of him, his wings hanging limply around him, his head still hung, his gaze focused on the ground as his wings curl slightly around himself, dozens of feathers missing, or twisted painfully and close to falling off- some even sliced in half, some look as if they were painfully plucked from his wings. His wings curl more, protectively moving around his body to hide all the other cuts and gashes marring his torso.

“C-Cas,” Dean whispers, moving forward slowly. “What the hell happened to them?” Castiel keeps his head down, not looking up at Dean. “Son of a bitch,” Dean murmurs, his hand reaching out slowly to touch the edge of his wing.

Castiel flinches back, his wings pulling closer to his body. Dean looks down at his now blood coated hand, no possible expression being enough to convey the burning he feels in his chest, his expression stays stoic.

“Castiel,” he murmurs, moving forward slowly. “If I’m going to help you, you have to let me actually…touch your wings.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.” He says softly. “I’m just ashamed.” He looks away. “They haven’t been at their full potential in…years.” He slowly raises his gaze. “I trust you, Dean- it’s just…” when Dean meets his gaze, Castiel looks away quickly, once again staring at the ground. “They’re embarrassing,” Dean frowns, and shakes his head.

“They aren’t, Cas. I don’t even have wings,” he comments softly, reaching out slowly to examine his wings. “You just…you actually fight, Cas. They’re no different from any scars Sam or I have.” He smiles, and pats Castiel’s shoulder slightly. “Come on, buddy. I can’t help you if I can’t get to half of your wings.” Castiel looks down again, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply as he rolls his shoulders, his wings fluttering back and expanding as far as they can, some of the feathers floating to the ground in the process. “Okay, so, do you actually like…wash them? Like, with a washcloth, or…”

“I definitely don’t use a birdbath,” Castiel comments, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “yes, Dean. A washcloth will do well, I suppose.” Dean smiles, his heart fluttering slightly, and he nods.

“Okay, gotcha…I’ll go get that- and, do you, bandage or wings, or…”

“No, once all the feathers are straightened and removed- the ones that need to be, that is- I let them heal themselves.”

“Okay, cool, cool.” Dean walks away, turning back to look at him, and then nods. “Cool, okay.”

He heads back over quickly, a large bucket of water in his hands, and multiple washcloths stuck under his arm.

“You sure are prepared,” Castiel comments, his wings shaking out slightly to remove some of the painfully loose and twisted feathers. Dean glances up, setting his loot down on the table and moving over.

“Do I just…pull out the loose ones?” Dean asks, his hand hovering over his wing.

“Yes. Please, be gentle, Dean.” Dean’s face heats up, and he stutters slightly.

“You need to work on your wording, Cas.” Dean mumbles, bending his head down to focus on his task of gently removing any loose feathers, straightening the other ones along the way. Castiel tilts his head, staring down at Dean, his other wing shaking out, causing more feathers to fall to the ground. “Dude, calm down- I’ll get to that one in a second. You don’t want to get them any more twisted than they already are.” Castiel sighs, his wing fluttering again.

“It hurts, Dean.” Dean sighs, gently discarding the feathers to the side as he goes.

“I’m sorry, Cas. I’m trying to go fast. I don’t want to hurt you- I’m being gentle, like you asked.” Castiel grins, looking off to the side.

“Right, right.” He murmurs. “I’m sorry for my impatience- you’re doing me a favor right now,” he whispers.

“Yeah- but I owe you. A lot. You don’t get enough credit around here, Cas.” Dean clears his throat, running his hand over the now cleared patch of silky feathers, and he smiles, moving onto the next spot. “You’re a great fighter- an even better friend.” Castiel smiles softly down at Dean.

“You are too, Dean. You taught me what friendship and love truly means.” Dean’s cheeks heat up at his use of love, and he ducks his head more, pretending to focus more on his task.

“I remember when you first came down,” he comments, “I thought you were an ass- well, you were, but it wasn’t your fault.” Dean frowns. “Those feathery assholes were controlling you. You just needed someone to show you to think for yourself,” he mutters.

“And that was you, Dean,” Castiel’s voice is soft, “you taught me to not blindly follow others.” Dean swallows thickly.

“I’m glad you made that choice, Cas. I don’t know what we’d do if you’d have stayed on their side.”

“But I didn’t. I chose you. Despite the punishments I received, and I will continue to choose you…” His voice trails off, and he coughs lightly. “You and Sam.” He adds, his voice tight. “Of course.”

“Yeah- Sammy too,” Dean stammers. “Not just, me. Not just me and…you, there’s Sammy, and…there was Bobby, Jody…” His voice trails off as he looks up at Castiel, who stares down at him affectionately. “Claire…” He mutters, racking his brain for more people.

“You,” Castiel gentle says, his wide eyes staring into Dean’s. Dean stares back, his eyes wide and expression stuck in a confused state, his eyebrows pulling together.

“You…and me,” Dean whispers, “we make a great team, Cas.”

“We do.”

“You mean everything to me,” he continues.

“I’ve never cared for anything more,” Castiel mutters.

“I- I think…” Dean inhales suddenly, closing his eyes. “Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” Castiel stares at him expectantly, his head tilting slightly as a soft smile crosses his face. “It’s okay, Dean. You don’t have to say it.”

“You…you know?”

“I know.” He murmurs. “It’s okay, Dean.” Dean sighs, his expression briefly filling with relief, but then he hears the shaking of Castiel’s wing, and his gaze snaps up to him.

“Hey! What did I say, cut it out! You’re gonna hurt your wing, Cas!” Castiel hangs his head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, Dean.” His voice is soft again. “It’s very uncomfortable.” Dean sighs, picking up the speed slightly.

“I’ll try and hurry then,” he murmurs, making note to keep his actions gentle. “I can always admire your wings some other time,” he comments, “if you’d let me see them, that is.”

“Admire?” Castiel whispers.

“Yes. They’re really beautiful, Cas.” Dean smiles. “The feathers are really soft.”

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmurs, his cheeks tinging pink. “I’m glad you like them.” His wing shakes out again, and Dean simply snaps, pointing over at it and muttering a stern:

“No.”

Castiel laughs lightly as Dean steps away, examining the wing at all angles before nodding.

“There,” he says. “Does it feel okay?” Castiel flutters the wing gently, happily looking over at Dean when no feathers fall off.

“Thank you, Dean.” Dean nods and reaches for the wash cloth.

“Do you want me to…clean it also? Then I can do the other one?” Castiel smiles.

“I’d like that, Dean. Only if you want to- I don’t want to bother you too much.”

“It’s not bother, really.” Dean picks up a cloth and dips it in the warm water, moving back over to the wing. “Do I just…squeeze the water over it? Or, brush down like this.” He gently pulls the cloth down Castiel’s wings. Castiel smiles again, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Whichever you’d like, Dean,” he murmurs. “I don’t mind.” Dean grins and nods again.

“Okay,” he replies, gently washing the slick blood off his wings. “This part shouldn’t take too long.”

When Dean finishes with Castiel’s other wing, he steps back, grinning. “There you go, buddy.” Castiel shakes his wings out, some random droplets of water flying off them, and he smiles sighing. His wings disappear before Dean’s eyes, and he smiles.

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel reaches for his bloodied shirt, and Dean reaches out, grabbing his arm.

“Dude, no, that’s dirty.”

“I don’t have any other clothing, Dean.”

“Here, come on,” Dean grabs Castiel’s hand, walking over to his room and digging through his drawers, pulling out one of his flannels. “Wear this,” Dean says, holding the shirt out to him. Castiel sighs, shrugging the shirt on and quickly buttoning it. Dean turns around, his face erupting in a smile. “You look good in flannel, Cas.” Dean laughs, his eyes trailing up and down Castiel’s body. “You should wear more than that trenchcoat,” he says, “expand your wardrobe.”

“I like my trench coat,” Castiel murmurs defensively, following Dean out of his room. They run into Sam on their way out, and he glances at Castiel, his eyes widening slightly.

“O-oh my god,” he laughs, covering his mouth. “Is that Dean’s flannel?”

“Shut up, Sammy.”

“I thought you said you were fixing his wings Dean,” Sam shouts, ducking to avoid the nearest mug that Dean hurls at him.

“Shut up, Sam!”

“I’m glad I didn’t join you two!” He comments, before really thinking. All three of them grimace, any of the previous humor sucked out of the room. “I- I’m just, I’m gonna go,” Sam comments, clearing his throat and turning around. Dean turns to Castiel, his eyebrows raising as he shrugs.

“That was awkward,” he hisses through his teeth, stepping forward and throwing his arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Let’s go get a drink, Cas.”

“I’d like that, Dean.” He looks over at Dean and smiles, shrugging his arm off and quickly pressing his lips to Dean’s. Dean smiles, his hand going to the back of Castiel’s head. He pulls away quickly, glancing around to make sure Sam didn’t see, and then smiles, quickly kissing Castiel again before grabbing his hand.

“Sam doesn’t need to know yet,” he comments, “I wouldn’t want his head to implode at the thought of eternally being a third-wheel.” Castiel smiles, unsure he gets the reference but appreciating it nonetheless, and follows Dean to the garage.

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gallantlio · 7 years ago

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Im back at it again with the plotless promptis fics.

Bear with me, I havent had a lot of good ideas, but I think after this I might try a multi-chapter fic. (Probably wont stop me from writing this bs, because sometimes you just wanna write a oneshot, yknow?)

Sorry if it kinda sucks, I just wanted to write something to try to bring my motivation back.

Title: Sleepy Eyes Filled With Flashing Colors Rating: G Warnings: N/A Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14174535 Summary: Noctis and Prompto watch a horror movie together, and they act kinda gay in the process.

“C’mon Prom, this one’s not even that scary.”

“Says you. Horror movies don’t scare you at all.”

“But this one’s actually good. I think you’ll like it for the plot.”

“I’d rather watch it when I’m not going to sleep right after, and also preferably not when it’s already really dark out.”

“You’re no fun.”

Noctis proceeds to play the movie anyway. He knows Prompto has been interested in seeing the movie, but he also knows that he’ll never watch it unless he’s not alone. He sits down on the couch next to Prompto, shoving a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Prompto gives him a look that is dangerously close to a pout.

“What? You’ve been wanting to see it. If we don’t watch it now, then who knows how long it’ll be until you do.”

He sighs, “Why do you do this to me?”

Noct laughs. “Shh, it’s starting.”

The opening scene starts out seemingly harmless, but Prompto finds himself inching closer to Noctis from the anticipation.

The woman in the movie starts walking to the backroom to turn out the lights, and suddenly a black figure appears in the room with her.

“What the fuck?” Prompto says.

She turns the lights back on to check if anyone is there and doesn’t find anyone else in the room with her.

Prompto jumps and grabs Noct’s arm when she turns the lights back off and finds the dark figure standing closer to her than before. Noctis seems unaffected by the jump-scare, and instead just giggles at his boyfriend’s jumpiness.

“I hate you.”

Throughout the next scene, Prompto finds himself half hugging Noctis while hiding behind him, involuntarily jumping at certain parts.

“Holy shit, she just killed him…?”

“Mhm.”

“What the fuck even is she? How does she appear in the dark like that?”

“Just watch.”

Prompto relaxes against the couch, or really tries to. They just sit together silently watching the movie for a while, but because Noctis has seen it before, he starts to become less engaged in the story. He reaches for the bowl, still in Prompto’s lap, and starts boredly eating some popcorn. Prompto hasn’t really touched any yet, probably because he’s just that into the movie.

Noctis looks at him. He doesn’t seem to notice, which is unsurprising.

He has a funny look on his face, like he’s trying to focus on what’s happening on the screen, but at the same time seems almost afraid to. It’s almost one in the morning, so his eyes look tired. If he wasn’t watching a horror movie, Noctis is sure that Prompto would nearly be passed out by now.

He realizes that he should probably continue watching the movie, but he’d rather watch Prompto reacting to it. He just really likes his face; Prompto’s face is pleasing to look at, and he can’t help staring at him sometimes. Noctis especially loves his freckles. He could look at them for hours trying to find patterns in them, connecting them with an imaginary line using his mind’s eye.

His eyes scan over Prompto’s, which have become bloodshot from fatigue. If he catches himself staring at his eyes for long enough, he’ll notice the tiny reflection of the TV screen in them, multiple colors flashing shiny over a violet base.

Noctis suddenly feels like getting his attention. He takes a piece of popcorn and throws it in Prompto’s face, just slightly startling him. He glares at Noct.

“Want some popcorn?” Noctis smirks.

Prompto proceeds to grab a small handful of popcorn just to chuck it in the prince’s face.

Noct pouts.

“Yeah, I’ll have some.” He takes another handful of popcorn, and this time he actually

eats it. Noctis catches the pieces that don’t quite make it into his mouth.

“Don’t make a giant mess. We won’t wanna clean it.” He giggles.

The blonde boy just laughs, struggling to chew all of the popcorn. Noctis pulls him closer, plants a kiss on his boyfriend’s jaw, and lets him continue watching the movie.

After several calm minutes, Noctis feels himself getting tired.

They had reached a point where there were less scary scenes and more development of the actual plot. He wants to rest his head against Prompto’s shoulder, but considering how jumpy he is, it might not be as comfortable as he’d like. He decides to lie down next to Prompto instead. He rests his eyes, while still listening to the movie.

Once another scary scene commences, he doesn’t have to look at the screen or even bother listening to know, because he can feel Prompto’s involuntary jumps.

“You’re really jumpy.” He teases.

“Because it’s spooky, Noct. Stop attacking me.” He grabs Noct’s shirt, which indicates to Noctis that another part of the intense scene is happening.

He hears Prompto mutter curse words under his breath, and opens his eyes to glance at the TV. They finally got to the last big scene of the movie.

At this point, Noctis is almost falling asleep, with Prompto’s comments being the only thing keeping him somewhat aware of what’s going on in the movie.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck, was she in there with him the whole time?!? Holy shit!! ”

Noctis shifts a bit, glancing at the scene, and then closing his eyes again.

“Nooct…” Prompto whined.

“Hm?” Noctis, sleepily, responds.

“It’s scary. ”

Noctis would laugh at him, but he’s too tired for that.

“C’mere.” He reaches for his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulls him down to let him lie on his chest. Prompto repositions himself so he can comfortably see the screen.

Something happens on screen again, and he feels Prompto jump again from the loud noise, and possibly from something that popped up on the screen.

“What the fuck, I can’t believe he did that . Ohmygod, ohmygod. ” Prompto hides his face in Noct’s neck. “Is the movie almost done, yet?”

“Almost.” He shakes the shoulder Prompto is leaning against. “Watch it.”

As the movie comes to an end, Prompto becomes significantly calmer. Noctis actually feels the tension leave his body. The credits finally roll as he starts rubbing circles into Prompto’s back.

“What’d you think of it?”

“I guess I liked it. That was an interesting ending. I think I would have enjoyed it more if we watched it during the day, though.”

“You’re just a scaredy-cat.”

“You wanna fight me?” Prompto asks, with almost no emotion.

“Never.”

They lie there for a few minutes, ignoring the credits. Prompto moves to tuck his head under Noct’s neck and tangle their legs together. The taller boy feels along the couch for the remote, and turns the TV off.

“You should go take your contacts out.” Noctis comments.

“Too lazy.” He says, “I’m comfortable.”

“Too bad.” Noct sits up and Prompto groans in response. “You’re gonna end up falling asleep with them in.”

“But the hallway is dark.” He whines. “Come with me.”

“What? You afraid Diana’s gonna come out of the dark and get you?”

Prompto punches Noct’s shoulder.

“You know I hate the dark anyway.”

Noct pushes his boyfriend up off the couch, and follows him to the bathroom. Prompto feels the wall and quickly turns on the light when he finds the lightswitch. He washes his hands, opens his contact lense case, which he dropped off next to the sink earlier in the day, and he begins the process of taking his contacts out.

Noctis leans against the doorframe, and watches him expertly use two fingers to pinch the contact to take it out.

“How do you do that everyday?”

Prompto shrugs. “You get used to it.”

When he starts cleaning his contacts, Noctis remembers how tired he is. He goes into the bedroom and dives under the covers. He’s vaguely aware that he’s taking up most of the bed, but he figures Prompto can just move him when he comes in.

He’s almost asleep when he hears the door closing. The lamp on his desk gets turned off, leaving the nightlight, in the wall next to the bed, the only light source. Prompto climbs over his body to lie between him and the wall. He grabs Noct’s arm and wraps it around himself.

“I’m not gonna be able to fall asleep now, and it’s all your fault.” He whispers, already sounding on the verge of falling asleep.

“You’re silly.” Noct slurs. “Just go to sleep. I’ll keep you safe from the monsters.”

“You better.”

The arm around Prompto tightens as Noct shifts to get more comfortable, his head resting against his boyfriend’s shoulder.

He’s really tired, and he knows it’s the kind where you feel so exhausted that it’s almost difficult to fall asleep. They should have started the movie earlier, but he wanted to finish playing the new Assassin’s Creed game with Prompto first.

He unconsciously starts rubbing the edge of Prompto’s other shoulder with his thumb. When he finally thinks he’s about to fall asleep, he hears a whisper.

“Hey, Noct?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He feels him kiss his forehead, which isn’t really a kiss because Prompto’s so tired that his lips are mostly slack against his skin. But it’s the thought that counts.

He passes out right when he begins to feel rhythmic breathing from the body next to him.

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I’ll Protect You

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Characters: leo, others mentioned Relationship: Leo/reader Request: So my request would be 2k12 leonardo hamato/reader. The situation being where reader is kidnapped and mutilated while the turtles have to watch ( gouging eyes and rib cracking kind of stuff). Anyways, when reader is safe again leo makes her feel as though shes still loved and wanted despite her physical appearance. A.N: warning, there is graphic violence ahead. Slowly, you began to wake up. Your head was hurting badly, like you had been hit with a brick. But as you started to stretch, you felt the ropes restraining your arms and legs. Your eyes flung open and you started to struggle. Looking down, you saw you were tied to a wooden chair in the middle of what looked like an old warehouse in your thin nightgown. Last you had remembered, you had fallen asleep in Leos arms. Leonardo. You looked around the room and instantly found Leo was tied up to a chair to your right. He was staring to the right of him which was the area behind you. The only difference was he had a gag in his mouth and you didn’t. “Leo? Whats going on?” You called out to him, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him. He jumped when he heard your voice and he looked to you. He started to make some noises but you couldn’t tell what he was saying because of the gag. But a new voice came from behind you. “Ah, I am so glad you are awake, my dear. It will make this so much easier.” Just then, your hair was grabbed and your head yanked back. “Well, not for you.” The menacing voice chuckled. He let go of your hair but you kept your eyes on him, shaking with fear. What did he mean by that? He walked over to Leo who was scowling at the man with a sort of hatred and anger you had never seen before. “One last chance, Leonardo. Where are the others?” he said in a falsely soothing voice as he pulled the ball gag out of Leos mouth. “Ive already told you. I Don’t know!” leo growled but you heard the fear in his voice. “That’s a shame.” The man lolled, turning back to you. “Shes such a pretty little thing.” He mused. There was a moment of silence as Leo put two and two together. “No, not her. She doesn’t have anything to do with this. LEAVE HER ALONE.” Leo screamed at the man as he started to walk towards you. You were suddenly without a voice as the man approached you but then he pulled his right arm back, clenched his hand into a fist and punched you right across the right side of your face. The blow caused you to see white for a moment and a scream of pain escaped your throat. Then the pain started. It coursed through your head and felt like your eyes were about to burst out your sockets. Then you felt him land another punch, this time to your side. You gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of you but you didn’t have much time to recover until you saw him raise a foot and slam it straight into your left side. You hear a sickening crack in your body and you didn’t know if the man heard it too. It was your ribs. You knew it. But that didn’t stop him kicking the area once more and making your scream in agony. You couldn’t hear anything but a ringing sound in your head. That was until you saw the man come and stand in front of you with what looked like a kitchen knife in his hand. Your head lolled to the side slightly as you watched the blade lower to the skin of your arm but you didn’t fully realise what he was doing until you felt the shooting pain run across your body as he pressed the blade into your skin, cutting a long, red line across your arm. He repeated this 3 times on each arm, and you quickly learned that if your screamed or moved to much, he would do it harder, deeper, longer. You watched the blood run down your arm as the cuts felt like they were on fire. You could feel the blood pulsing out of the cuts as you let out gasps for air. Tears ran down your cheek as you watched the man raise the knife to your right eyes. Your eyes widened and he bought the blade covered in your blood to the bottom of your cheek and caught a few tears on it mixed with a fresh cut now horizontally on your left right cheek. Thankfully, he moved away. You then became aware of Leos cried. You looked over to see the man walking over to Leo with the knife. “Look, shes crying. Although, if she thinks this is bad, she wont last too long.” He then showed the knife to Leo, who refused to look at it. “Don’t care that shes hurt, do you?” The man mocked, making Leo glare at him. “Leave. Her. Alone.” He growled and you could see he was shaking. Out of anger or fear, you didn’t know. “Not until you tell me what I want to know.” The man chuckled. ��I don’t know where they are! We haven’t seen them in days!” Leo tried to reason with the man who shook his head. He then grabbed Leos hand and forced it open before wiping your blood and tears onto his hand, probably cutting him at the same time. “Well, lets see if your little girlfriend can talk some sense into you.” The man turned back to you and took long strides towards you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to keep looking at Leo. “Why don’t you tell him? Tell him how much it hurts? Hes the only one who can stop your pain. Otherwise, its going to get a lot, lot worse my dear. That I can promise you.” The man growled the last part in your ear. But you knew Leo was telling the truth. The others had went away for a week, and you didn’t really know where they had gone. But this man wasn’t going to believe you or Leo. So there was only one thing you could say. “Leo?” You called out to him and you saw tears start to run down his cheek as he started at you. “[y/n], im so sorry. Please. Im sorry.” He whimpered, trying to get out of his restrained to get to you. It was killing him. “I love you.” You half whispered to him, smiling despite the pain in your arms, side, chest and head. This took Leo by surprise. “I love you, too.” He answered, not smiling though. “Oh, how sweet. But that not what I asked you to do.” The man yanked your face back to look at him. He wasn’t going to believe you. And there was no one here to rescue you. Judging from him needing the other brothers, this psycho was probably after their DNA or something to do with their mutation. So he wouldn’t hurt Leo. and the quicker he did whatever he wanted to you, the quicker you couldn’t be used as leverage over Leo. So you spat in his face. There was a moment of stunned silence before the man scowled at you. “Asshole.” You growled, returning the scowl. the man stood up abruptly and behind you. “I didn’t want to do this just yet, but you try my patients!” He growled. “What are you doing?!” Leo cried out, knowing full well you had just antagonised the man. You glanced behind you to make sure the man was out of earshot. “The quicker I die, the quicker this can all end. Theres no point telling him we don’t know and-“ You started to try explain but Leo interrupted. “You cant do this! Don’t, please. Please, [y/n], I cant lose you! Don’t!” he sobbed, his voice breaking as he tried to convince you. But this was the only way. “Leonardo, its okay.” You hushed, trying to stay calm and speak property but you were failing. You used his full name in the hope it would calm him down. “This is all my fault!” Leo sobbed, shaking his head. “I should have never got you involved with all this.” He scolded himself, his hands in tight fists. “Leo, I would rather my life end like this that never known you! Id rather die knowing you love me than live 100 years never knowing! You have made me happier than I can ever tell you and this isn’t your fault!” You told him, seeing him look up at you and, for a moment, you saw a flash of happiness. “I love you so much.” He whispered, but then his gaze darted behind you and filled with fear. Your head was once again yanked back by hair and you saw not only the man but 3 others wearing masks. In the mans hand, was a kettle of boiling water. Your eyes widened and 2 of them grabbed your mouth, forcing your mouth wide open. as if in slow motion, the man began to pour the boiling liquid into your open mouth. It felt like it was lava as it burned every part of your mouth and throat. You writhed in pain, but it caused more water to slash across your face. You could feel your skin burning and your teeth felt like they were melting in your mouth. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t beg. All you could do was writh while hurt both your face and your ribs. You could hear Leo begging for them to stop. You heard his voice screaming as you squeezed your eyes shut. after what felt like a lifetime, the water stopped, and you took in a deep breath with stung. Some had went down your nose and splatter around your face. Your whole body was no longer under your control as your head lounged back in pain. You didn’t know where they had went, until you felt the blade starting to cut into your legs. “Shes yours, is she!” The man screamed at Leo. “Then lets mark her as yours!” He started to engrave something into your skin, but you couldn’t scream. It hurt. You couldn’t even close your mouth. It felt like your voice had been burned and there was nothing you could do. You glanced down to see the man carving ‘Leonardo’ into your right leg. He used a rag to wipe away the blood as he went and then sat back to admire his handy work. “Not too bad, if I do say so my self.” He looked up at you and reached for something to your left. You saw him pull out a long black whip with multiple ends. He raised to his feet and raised it above his head, then bought it down with a loud crash to the left side of the chair. You tried to scream in both fear and pain but nothing came out. It was like your entire body was on fire and there was nothing you could do about it. Then it started. He started to bring the whip down on your bare skin. With every clash, he left 4 or 5 new marks on your skin. Your body shook with the pain. You wanted nothing more than to die at this point. Not because of the pain, not because of the fear, but because you could hear Leo. He was begging for the man to stop. You didn’t look at Leo. Eventually, it stopped when the man grew out of breath. You glanced down and saw the fresh marks. They stung your whole body and had ripped your clothes. The buzzing had come back in your head and it now stopped you from being able to hear anything. You saw the man now pulling out Leos katana and a wash of relief came over you, thinking it was going to be over. But the man used it to cut your cheeks 2 times each cheek then your forehead then one long cut down your right side of your face. Blood now filled your eyes and you couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t speak or taste. All you could do was feel. You were so close to passing out, you could feel it. You were drifting in and out of consciousness. All you needed was one more thing to knock you out. And you got that. 2 punches to your face. -------------------time skip-------------------------- All you could feel was pain. Your whole body ached with a searing pain you had never experienced in your life. Your throat and mouth were on fire, your skin around your face felt swollen and blistered. Your skin across your body had a fiery pain. Your side was throbbing. Your right leg was filled with a dull pain. Then you remembered everything that had happened. You managed to pry opened your eyes, almost too scared of what you would see. But you were lying down and facing up. You saw a bright light while caused you to flinch in pain. you glanced to your right, knowing that it was the last place you had seen Leo. You saw 2 figures, one you instantly saw was Leo and the second, Splinter. You started to panic, thinking the man had gotten splinter. But then they came into focus and you saw Leo was no longer tied up and Splinter was standing. Someone walked passed you to Leo and you saw it was Raph. You tried to gain their attention, but instead you made a high pitch squeaking noise. the 3 of them jumped and ran over to you. You looked straight up, frowning slightly before you saw Mikey and Donnie pop into your view. “[y/n].” You heard them all say but Donnie got your attention. “if you can hear us, blink twice.” He asked you, watching your eyes closely. But you were rather thankful because your neck was in pain. You blinked twice and saw the 5 of them relax. “yes.” You tried to say, but it came out high pitched and raspy. “shh, you need to rest your voice. Your mouth, tongue and throat is burned really bad.” Donnie half scolded but couldn’t considering your poor position. “Are you in pain? I can give you a shot of painkillers since you cant swallow.” You nodded and instantly regretted it. Donnie disappeared for a few moments as you looked at Leo. You saw the pain in Leos eyes as his glanced down your body and back up. You felt a small prick in your arm and glanced down to see Donnie giving you a shot of something. instantly, a small amount of the pain was lifted which you were really grateful for. “Don?” you asked, thankfully, they could all understand you. “How bad?” You could only speak in small words. You saw Donnie glance to Leo, as if asking permission to tell you. You glance at Leo who looked down at you, and you saw tears in his eyes then he walked away and out of your view. So you looked back to Donnie. “It-its pretty bad.” Was all Donnie said, looking away and you looked to everyone but none of them could look you in the eyes. Instantly, your tears welled in your eyes and ran down the side of your face, burning in cuts at the side of your face. “Its not that bad.” Mikey tried to calm you but that seemed to snap Leo. “Not that bad! Shes got 2 broken ribs, a broken leg, whip lashes, knife cuts, 2 black eyes, shes had scolding water poured down her throat, we had to put her into a medically induced coma for 2 weeks to stop her body from giving up and my name is CARVED INTO HER LEG!” Leo screamed at Mikey, his voice filled with pain and anguish. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears ran down your face. If you had been able to, you would have ran out the room. It sounded bad, really bad. “All because I couldn’t protect her.” Leo took you by surprise as you opened your eyes. All the guys looked guilty, even Splinter, but it wasn’t their fault. you decided that, because the shot Donnie had given you had worked really well and most of the pain was just a dull throb, you were going to sit up. You knew you were in a bed and could see the headrest. You were carful of your leg and the number of pipes that were in and out your body. Your hands weren’t sore and your arms had a dull pain, so you moved and pushed yourself up. Instantly, a number of hands started to help you, but there was very little they could do because of the cuts. But as you sat up and rested your back against the bedrest, you caught sight of yourself in a mirror across the room to your left. You looked beyond terrible. The skin that wasn’t covered with bandage was either a sickly pale colour or dark red from cuts. Both your eyes were black and purple and the bruising covered most of your nose. Your lips and mouth were bright red and blistered. You looked a lot skinny than you remembered. You clasped a cut covered hand over your mouth and flinched at the image so looked down, only to regret it. A small blanket covered your body apart from your legs. One leg had a plaster around it while the other was loosely wrapped in bandages. You pointed to the cast and looked to Donnie with a confused look. “Just before we got there, I think they were checking to see if you were faking.” Donnie explained and you were so glad you passed out when you did. you nodded to show you understood. glancing, you saw Leo was staring at you and you dropped his gaze, ducked your head and moved your hand up to cover part of your face. Your ribs and leg would heal, and so would the cuts with time. But not perfectly. Leo must have given a silent signal to the other as they left the room, leaving it just you and Leo. “[y/n]?” he called out, approaching the bed. You instantly looked at him, tears streaming down your cheek. You expected him to scold you for doing what you did. Or to tell you how horrible you looked or how bad you were. As he drew closer, you looked down. But he reached out and very, very gently lifted your chin. “you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Leo spoke with love in his voice, something you hadn’t expect. “Im sorry. About everything. About getting you involved in all this. About yelling.” You couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand in both of your hands, holding his hand to your cheek and smiling at him, silently accepting his apology. But that seemed to break him. He fell to his knees at the side of your bed, pulling your hand over and sobbing onto them. “How can you smile? I failed you. I let you get hurt. You nearly died in front of me.” Leo looked up. “If Raph, Donnie Mikey hadn’t turned up when they did, they would have killed you.” You moved your hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb, trying to sooth him. But you smiled faltered and Leo saw that. “What?” He asked. You pulled one hand away from him and ran it over your face as you looked to the mirror. “I wont let it happen again.” Leo stood up so he could sit on the edge of your bed. “I wont let anyone ever hurt you again.” He promised you, drawing your attention back to him. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He mumbled, reaching out to move some of your hair back from your shoulder. He didn’t care about the scars. In fact, he took them as more reason to protect you. They would be a reminder to him of how he (in his own mind) failed you and he would never let that happen again. “You need to sleep. You need to get better. I need you back by my side.” Leo smile a little and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back down. he instantly understood, but refused to lie down with you for fear he would hurt you. So he grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the top of the bed beside your head. As he did this, you pushed yourself down into the bed, pulling the covers up. “I love you.” You managed to say. “I love you more.” Leo smiled. He took your right hand in one of his hand and the other reached out to gently played with your hair which offered you a soothing calmness as you closed your eyes. “I’ll protect you.” Was the last thing you remembered Leo whispering to you.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo #leonardo #leonardo x reader #leonardo/reader #leo x reader #leo/reader #gore #violence #reader insert #request

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