#c; homelander (i will laser every fucking one of you)

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@homelander-rp-blog asked: [CLEAN] The sender showers for hours, refusing to step out. Scrubbing Off the Trauma : : OPEN

He's waited outside the shower ever since John first climbed in and shouted at him to get the hell out and leave him alone. The fear and worry over him never dissipated, not even when he shoved him away and slammed the door in his face.

He's determined to wait him out, to be there for the man no matter what. When minutes turn to an hour and then that turns into two more hours Castiel can't wait him out any longer. "Look... i, i know... I know you're really upset in there." he speaks softly, not wanting to worsen things. "I know I can't... understand fully what you're going through--but you have to come out now, you... need to know you're ok here, you're safe here, with me." he nudges the door open and pads slowly across the damp floor and pushes the curtain to the side and climbs into the tub well with him. "I really care about you, John-- you're scaring me.. let me help you, let me be here for you. You don't have to face this alone, I'm right here." he cups John's face gently and pleads for the man to hear him. "Please John..."

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Jamie feels withdrawn and angry, but worse than that he feels.. weak. He feels a bit like a child on the brink of crying in front of the classroom, that’s how he feels. And it’s embarrassing.

He listens to the man with glasses and each time he introduces one of the people standing next to John, Jamie feels more and more out of place. He wants to tell John he should stay there; make a new place for himself— fall in love with someone who isn’t a carrier of the virus; someone who isn’t covered in old bite scars and at risk for turning.

“You’re thinking of ways to escape when he goes to sleep, aren’t you?” Annie asks him and Jamie looks from John and the group across the room to the blonde woman who’s busy cleaning him up and trying to examine his thigh and the damage Brigand did to his leg. “You asked for him when we first split you up for intake, you said he’s the only man you ever loved and you couldn’t lose him.. then you passed out and Brigand took over while I went to ask John about the both of you, of course then he stabbed me so...” She explains. “You’re covered in old bites; didn’t he see them— or, why didn’t you ever tell him?”

He shakes his head no. “I didn’t know what to do, I didn't wanna lose him. People get bit and they change, if John found out what was beneath the clothes…” Jamie sighs. “I didn’t think anyone would ever find out, I didn’t want anyone to find out.” He watches Annie’s hands while she works on his leg. “What if John wants me to leave, what if he hates me because of this? He told me not to lie to him… but the whole time was a lie. What if he doesn’t want me around him anymore?”

There's a gunshot noise then; "What is going on here, Brigand?" Crowds part and a short, old man with glasses is standing at the end, behind him is Maeve and a scruffy-looking tall man in leather jacket and they all are angry.

"It was your last chance, Brigand. Get lost and go pack your shits, bastard!" Maeve screams angrily and the crowd starts to scatter, John runs to Jamie's side "Jamie!! Oh God!" He kneels by the wounded man's side, cradling his face in his hands.

"Oh dear!.. let's take him to the lab" Annie helps John to drag Jamie up on his legs, guiding him to medical rooms.

Once they arrive, he helps Annie to lay the man down on one of beds "What happens to that Brigand? I swear I'll kill him with my bare hands!" John raises his fists but then his eyes catch Jamie's blood on them.. "we.. we'll leave this damn place! I-I can't-"

"-I will guarantee such thing will never happen again." A voice catches his attention and when he turns around, it's that same old man, it seems he's in charge here, after him Maeve and that tall, bulky man come in, too.

"Name's Edgar, my sincere apologies for what happened to your friend..Brigand is a troublemaker. We just banned him from colony." He smiles "but, he was right. Your friend is carrying a virus, well, he's a rare case. He's immune to it. You two are very precious for us and very welcomed to stay. We are friendly people."

John looks over at Jamie "I just want him to be okay, you know."

Edgar gives a nod "I can provide you safety, like I said, we mean no harm. Colony is a place we all work together to keep the society alive. I'm sure you've met Maeve..she's the head of food and lab staffs and here it's Butcher, he's in charge of guards and security team here."

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@homelander-rp-blog asked: "I can't look at myself in the mirror…" ( you pick your muse! <3 ) Scrubbing Off The Trauma Starters :: OPEN

"It get's hard to do at times..." Jamie rests a gentle hand on the supes shoulder but finds his gaze wandering everywhere other than the man, still trying to wrap his mind around the reality of what he'd just witnessed. His pulse beats so hard he can feel it in his head; he refuses to admit it, but he's slightly terrified of Homelander.... of John. "Let me help you." he finally turns his attention to the blue eyes that stand out against the blood covering John's face. "I can put a towel over the mirror and.. I'll help you clean off, come on, I'll run you a shower and I'll sit outside the doors till you, till you feel like coming out."

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@homelander-rp-blog asked : 🦴(you pick your muse!) send to 🦴 break my muses arm or 🩸 to see someone else break my muse's arm :: OPEN

"Stop... please!" he cries out; an unholy mix of trauma and exhaustion staining his features. "--It wasn't me- I'm not working for anyone!" he exclaims as the supe floats down towards him again; with dark eyes glowing red.

Homelander barrels into him and the force sends him skidding backwards across the street like tumbleweed until he hits the curb. He rolls onto his chest with a groan and tries to push himself onto his knees, There's a sudden surge of panic when Homelander places a knee on his back between his shoulders and grabs his arm, yanking it back towards himself. There's a sickly crunching sound meshed with a crack and pop and Jamie's vision turns a blinding, pulsating white. He hears himself screaming, pleading for help, but nobody comes... nobody answers other than the Supe still holding his now snapped arm.

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He watched the treat inch closer and closer to his open mouth with a semi-disgusted gaze. When he warned the Supe, Jamie watched him process it all in one fell swoop before the caped hero turned his attention onto him. “Oh, right, I’m Jamie.” He held his hand out then remembered what Ashley had told him and quickly pulled it back, tucking it at his side. “Dutton, uh, Jamie Dutton, I’m your,” he paused glancing back and used an elbow to motion towards the redhead just moseying around the room. “Ashley hired me, as your… uh, PR lawyer.” He was visibly nervous that much was obvious. “I’ll be honest I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing I just, just know you can melt my brain out if I breathe wrong so; I figured stopping you from eating dog treats would save me some brain time.” He blinked, wide blue eyes and swallowed. “Sir.” He glanced back and forth, completely out of his element in the large meeting room space.

“You realize those are dog treats, right?” (from jamie)

John took a moment to think about just exactly what he'd been about to stick in his hands. Yikes. It was a good thing he'd he absorbed the package's details before he opened it, now his eyes would dart upwards. His shoulders rose and fall, a brief exhale followed suit. But then it dawned over him, he'd turn to the man before he thought. Processed what he wanted to say to him. "Uh, yeah. Thanks. I do now. I'm sorry, who are you?"

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time-jump from here with @homelander-rp-blog

Jamie makes his way into a hall lined with statues and portraits of America and its founders. “Where the fuck am I?” He asks himself aloud. 

He raises his arms to see there’s hardly any bruising from where they'd snapped when his entire body engulfs itself in flames that don’t consume him. He screams in terror anyway— until a redhead comes rushing around a corner and sprays him with a fire extinguisher. He hardly gets his mouth shut when it’s filled with foam. Jamie uses both hands to wipe foam from his eyes and listens to it splatter onto the floor. “What’s happening to me?!” He asks her in a panic, before catching her prying eyes just staring at his naked form- he covers himself with his hands and backs against the wall.

“Don't move, you've made enough of a mess already." she glances over her shoulder. "Homelander, sir?!” Ashley calls out, giving Jamie side eye that’s more intrusive than judgmental. “ your weird little … matchstick guy's awake!” She calls for the Supe and turns to invasively eyeball Jamie from head to toe and then stops at his hands trying to get a look.

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@homelander-rp-blog asked : you never told me your name. (for Cas!) One Night Stand Run-ins : : OPEN

"Well... you know what they say, every good relationships begins with a blackout." he laughs, glancing over just slightly out of the corner of his eyes. Cas watches the man pull out the extra chair and take a seat beside him. The diner isn't usually packed around this time of day, so he's surprised the guy has the gall to just share the table with him. Finally he looks up from his hot chocolate and locks eyes with the blonde. There's a hint of the faintest smile on his lips and his eyes crinkle slightly when he tilts his head. "You didn't seem keen on the idea of us sharing names when it was ... happening." he exhales a nervous, breathy laugh and pushes his hair up out of his eyes. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd come looking for me this long after it all." he shrugs. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, promise?" he asks the man as he holds his hand out and extends his pinky to ensure the other man gives his name too.

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@homelander-rp-blog asked : admit it. you still think about me. ( you pick your muse ✨! ) One Night Stand Run-Ins : : OPEN

Dean rolls his eyes and turns around to grab his coat, but there's a smile that hangs on the edges of his lips- a smirk more than anything. "You wish I still thought about you." he delivers the response smoothly, turning back to face John with a soft gaze and a warmer smile than before. "What are you even doing here, don't you have more important things to be doing- more important people to be chatting up nowadays?" he asks with a sparkle in his eyes. He blinks slowly and gives the man a subtle once over.

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@homelander-rp-blog asked: ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ( @homelander-rp-blog you pick your muse!) 100 nonverbal prompts : : OPEN

Sitting next to John on the back porch, Jamie shivers in the cold pressing his hands back over his windburned face. the snow has a warm glow to it that’s illuminated by the street lamps and it aches trying to slow his breathing down. he still feels the sharp pain of metal slicing through his skin; the shatter and crack of his bones mutilated and wrenched apart against his will. his shoulders tingle from a nightmare that mirrors their reality. his hands drop to his thighs and he watches the snow fall while John tells him he’s got him and they're safe and everything's ok. Jamie zones out listening to how he tries to get his attention through saying his name over and over flinching slightly when he feels John card a hand through the back of his hair. 

he feels embarrassment burn across his cheeks down the back of his neck. he was hired to protect John, not the other way around. The fact he's comforting Jamie feels wrong. “they were coming for you… they were killing me to get to you.. they were going to hurt you.” he finally admits the dream, turning his face away so John can’t move the hair from his eyes and he can hide behind the dark locks. 

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@homelander-rp-blog asked: ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ( @homelander-rp-blog you pick your muse!) 100 nonverbal prompts : : OPEN

"I swear to god, motherfucker!" He whips around to face Homelander; even if he wanted to deny the blush he can't because his face is burning ten shades of red. He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. He rolls his eyes when the hero winks overly cockily at him. "If you slap my ass one more time, I'm going to punch you in the face."

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plotted starter for @homelander-rp-blog

Jamie was often emotionally reactive and being tormented by a group of Supes didn’t do much to quell that behavior. When one of the super humans hurls a profanity laced bundle of slurs at him- that’s when Jamie loses it. He challenges the one that’s leading the other two on; and then it all went downhill. “You’re all a waste of money- a fucking joke in this city and all you motherfuckers can blow me slowly!” He grabbed a metal bar and swung; but when he collided with the side of the supes body the metal bent and curved to their profile and seemed to awaken a rage nobody could turn off.

Jamie remembers being sacked in the stomach a few times; a few fists to the face and neck; someone heeled him in the chest then knocked him to his knees. He was scrapped up from being dragged unceremoniously through the mud and standing water in the streets. One of them pulled back and kicked him in the face full force with some sort of.. wetsuit boot- not only could he see red, he could smell the blood and taste it. The one flying wrapped their hand around his neck, slowly lifting him off the ground and then dropping him from a height big enough to break bones. Though he was lucky nothing broke— Jamie rolled onto his side with a grimace; trying to stand back on his feet to keep fighting. He could see Vought Tower in the distance… he wondered why none of the assholes there ever bothered to come help actual humans in need from bozo’s like the supes currently working to kill him for fun. One of them charges Jamie and he swings and misses from their sheer speed, landing face first on the pavement. One of them jokes about Homelander finally seeing their worth and how he’d have to let them join the team after they go tell him about this. Jamie recognizes the name, but there’s no face to go with it- he’s avoided every possible supe he ever could up until now. “Is that all you motherfuckers have got?” Jamie asks, spitting up way too much blood still stuck on his hands and knees from the last hit.

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He uses his free hand to help John pull him over, pressed between John's legs he rocks his hips up and forward slightly when John arches up against him- his jeans tighten- more constricting on his body than he realized. Then John breaks the kiss and speaks and reality sets in. Logic sets in.

Cas exhales quietly, tracing his thumb along John's cheekbone, just beneath his eye. "...we don't have to do this..." he murmurs softly-even thought he last thing he wants to do is stop. "I don't want to hurt you... I don't want to hurt either of you." he whispers.

He pulls Cas even closer, pulling him over the seats as he slides down to make more room for him, their legs tangling, he has Castiel's hips caging by his knees and when he arches up, their fronts touching.

John breaks the kiss to hide his face with his forearm "God.. I shouldn't do this..it'll be cheating.."

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He lays on his side beneath the bed with his arms wrapped tightly around himself-- it reminds him of the darkness of the cold lab he was raised in.

He rolls onto his stomach and crawls halfway out, his eyes are ringed red and puffy. "Do you hate me?" he asks him softly. "Because I'm..." he struggles, but gives it another try. "I'm from a lab too. I thought.. I thought you knew that." He admits. "I can't man up, I'm not like you.. I don't even have control of whatever I am; everyone loves you here- they all think you're a hero, the best... I can't even walk across campus without getting thrown in a trash receptacle." He looks at the milkshake and then back to John. "Do you hate me?" he asks him again, his eyes watering and his bottom lip shaking.

"Cas, you alright?" it's almost night when John returns back. He has to kneel so he can look under the bed, pushing away the blankets, sighs "come out, I brought you something" he shows the other boy cup of marshmallow milkshake he bought as an apology that he reacted so harshly. "you should stop being a drama queen. people out there aren't like me, gotta man up one day if you really want to get yourself friends.. or a girl, right?" he places the cup on the floor where the boy can see it from where he's hidden, sits back leaning to his own bed.

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There's a nervous laugh that bubbles up when John asks about his experience- or lack thereof. "I.. i never- never had a... reason to--." the pushback works because Cas feels his back bump against the shelves in the darkened corner and suddenly his breath is racing, his chest rises and falls and his eyes seem to widen with need.

His breath catches in his throat when John's lips touch his; he takes in how soft and warm they are and then they're gone..."oh...rright." His brows knit together softly and he tilts his head when John explains himself. Cas skips the struggle to talk, sliding a hand around the back of John's neck. He tangles his hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him downward to capture John's lips with his own, his other hand snakes up beneath John's shirt, fingertips grazing his skin with budding electricity.

A smile tugs up the corner of John's lips "eeh something like that. What, you wanna tell me you never kissed a girl? Never.. touched a girl down there?" He lowers his voice. That playful smile is back. He pushes at Cas' shoulder to have him stumble backward, John is few inches taller than him, uses this as his advantage when he towers over the younger man, now all alone, just two of them in the dark corner of the library.

He leans in and kisses Catiel in one move, it happened so fast that he didn't even give the younger boy time to react. "See? Like this. Then you.. uh.. you just continue and.. you know the rest!"

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"i'm fine, i'm alright, promise." Castiel insists when John helps him up, he shakes his head a bit, letting the water drip off him and trying to shake the gunk and whatever else off his hands. watching John look around cas bites down on the insides of his cheeks with a shrug. "I don't know if it's safe... but," he looks away,

"it's just, if we both get caught together neither one of us will make it, this could be your chance to make it out, John, you could make it out alive." he turns back to him. "you've made it this far." he glances down both endless tunnels and swallows. "I'll go this way, towards the stock and supply rooms, you go to the control tower it'll be safest there if.." he pauses and seems to dissociate for a moment before he blinks and comes back to what he's saying. "If anything happens, you'll be safe there-- and I'll find my way back to you." he gives John's shoulder a gentle squeeze and begins to walk towards the deeper water back towards the lab chamber they'd came from.

they start to run and when Cas falls, John quickly helps him up on his legs again, checking on him fast "you okay?" and raises an eyebrow when the man says they have to split "are you sure this way is safe?" he asks, looking round for any sign of zombies "but okay.. if that's what you want.." he touches the other boy's shoulder, giving an assuring smile "but yell for me whenever you need help.. now, which way you want to go?" he asks.

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Reeling back slightly when John avoids his touch, Jamie tilts his head back and rolls his eyes at the sky. "You're insufferable, I truly mean that." he looks at John with a deadpan scowl that radiates how unimpressed he is by the distance the guy's created between them. "What are you, five? I don't have cooties." he shakes his head and walks alongside him, keeping the space regardless of his annoyance.

"The feeling's mutual." Jamie quipped rather harshly when John insulted the ranch, it's animals and himself when he was lumped in as an annoying country boy. His temper cooled somewhat when John asked why he hadn't left- he could tell he was prying for information and Jamie gave him little. "It's only lonely if you don't know how to handle being by yourself... I don't want a wife." he laughs softly, carding a hand through his hair and shaking the dust from it. "And I have a place in the city, but I grew up on this land, it's always going to feel like home to me. What about you?" he turns it back on him. "Why be friends with trash like them if it gets you would so tightly you can't even enjoy the mountains of Montana. I mean next to paradise this is the next best place."

He makes a disgusted face, ducking out of Jamie's hold "Ugh! Don't touch me with those.. those hands I don't even know where they were!" He walks with an arm distance between them "this 'Reggie' guy bought me this horse training blah blah thingie online. He's a good partner but God, he's a real trash as a friend. His girlfriend especially, uh.. popclaws or some stupid name it is, they were so keen on sending me here, saying it'll also be a vacation." He rolls his eyes "aside from some annoying country boys and some dumb animals, there's nothing in this sorry hole of a 'ranch'" He snorts mockingly "how come you haven't moved to the city yet? Or got yourself a wife? Something? It gets lonely here after awhile.."