#I saw a repainted older desk today and actually liked it

[marvel-m-lee]

Pranks, Horns, and Tony

Warning: Tickle Fic, birds, spiders, pranking,

Ppl: Loki, Tony, You

Words: 2254

Summary: You and Loki are known fir your pranks, and your both left alone in the compound together whole the avengers are on a mission.

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It was another day in the compound, you had been living with the avengers for almost a year now and seemed to get along with the very mischievous God Loki.

You were both quite young- well sorta. If he were a human he'd be a couple years older than you but that's fine, you both got along splendidly.

You would read books together, play pranks together, be on each others sides and he'd always be there for you even if he wouldn't show the other avengers. Though they all knew you both had a special bond, Thor especially knew because whenever he'd take you to asgard or Loki to Earth you'd both have bright smiles and go somewhere to cause havoc.

Thor didn't really mind though, it just meant he'd get to bombard you both with tickles afterwards.

Yesterday Loki and Thor had come to visit again and would be staying for a couple of days. You and Loki caught up a little and read your books whilst keeping each other company. Today is when the true mischief would start, all the avengers would be going out and you and Loki would be left alone in the compound for a couple of hours so you both were planning pranks for the others.

"Alright y/n, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't burn down the house while we're gone okay?" Steve teased as he gave you a hug.

"Yes, and Brother, do not cause any havoc." Thor told Loki, only to be answered by a shrug and a smirk.

"Brother I'm the God of Mischief, what more must you expect?"

"Well then when we come back I'll be the God of Tickles, shall I, dear brother?" Thor asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Loki's face became a rosie red and crossed his arms whilst rolling his eyes.

You stood next to Loki and smiled at Thor with your hands behind your back, "we'll be good, have fun!" Thor nodded and all the Avengers left the compound for their mission.

Both you and Loki waited for there to be a silence that rang through the compound once everyone would have been gone. After a moment you both smirked and turned to one another.

You brought your hand to your face and showed Loki your intertwined fingers to show your face promise, Loki's smirk increased as he saw it.

"Ready to cause some mischief?" You asked him.

"It's in the name" he replied as you both began to run down the halls yo your first target.

You arrived at Bucky's room and looked around, "So, what's the plan here?" You asked the mischief maker himself. Loki walked around the somewhat messy room and found his way to the bed.

"A magnet, a large one. We'd place it under his bed and once he comes back and gets ready to sleep, in the morning he wouldn't be able to get out of bed!" Loki exclaimed, both of you began the process, both with large smirks on your faces.

Loki used his magic to lift up the mattress and keep it in the air whilst you both grabbed a large magnet from Tony's spare parts and placed it under the mattress bed. Loki then placed the mattress back on and the sheets were already messed to so he surely wouldn't notice?

Yeah, I don't know why Tony had a large ass magnet either, let's move on.

You and Loki both snickers at the idea of the prank and moved on to another victim.

For Sam you both collected a bunch of birds and locked them in his closet- with breathing holes obviously. One had pecked at Loki's hand causing him to curse which made you burst out laughing.

Steve's closet was now filled with a bunch of Rock concert shirts and IronMan shorts to pin the blame on Tony, Tony usually was in prank and tickle ears with Steve anyway so it wasn't that hard to believe he'd done it.

You both didn't dare do anything too crazy to Black Widow, so you both just stole a jacket each. She had incredible taste that woman. Loki stole a green jacket with some sort of fluffy collar and you stole a (f/c) leather jacket.

Clint's prank was the simplest, you both sprayed this fart spray into the vents and it STANK.

You both liked Bruce, well Loki wasn't as much of a fan but you all enjoyed reading so Bruce was safe from your havoc.

Wanda's room was all tidy, it smelt wonderful and honestly was your favourite room so you both decided to just put some spices in her bed to make her sneeze.

Vision's room was safe, only you'd both left a piece of gum next to his table with a note attached saying; 'Try this, Bruce and I were working on it. -Tony Stark'

Thor's room was one of the messier one, but he'd taken Stormbreaker out with him rather than Mjölnir, and by some sort of mirical you had all found out you could actually lift the weapon, so you took it and hid it away in a close vent that smelt of farts.

Turns out Clints prank was the most deadly as the whole place started to stink up making both you and Loki gag, and burst out with laughter.

Peter wasnt actually on the mission, nor was Scott but it was a Friday meaning they'd both be coming over for movie night. Plus Peter would be staying the weekend so why not torture him? Even if they were some of your best friends, they werent safe from the mischief makers.

You came up with the idea of hiding spiderman Peter's room, you were terrified of them though so you made Loki do so.

"Wait so Parker's afraid of Spiders?"

"Yeah, I don't really get it either-"

"Pffft, here you want a spidey y/n?" Loki chuckles whilst taunting, shoving a spider in your face as you screamed and jumped into the wall.

"LOKI PISS OFF!"

Loki howled with laughter and placed the last spider down. You both left and did the same with Scott's room but rather than spiders you placed all the ants you could find on his bed.

Last but not least Loki lead you to Tony's Lab where he would be working on all his suits and other personal projects. Its not the main lab but it wasnt too far off, just smaller and more personal so that he could work at night or alone.

You both entered while snickering to yourselves, it had been an hour and a half since they'd all left and you both should gave at LEAST 30 minutes. But hoped you'd have an hour. It wouldn't take long anyway.

"So what's the plan?" You asked Loki.

You both saw an IronMan head on his desk and smirked at one another, knowing that would be your target. Maybe jello inside the helmet? Maybe slime? Maybe hiding it? Repainting it?

"Here, I've got these horns that we can lazer on the front" Loki smirked while taking out two golden horns like his own on his head but separated to be put on a helmet.

You didn't really mind it was a mainly Loki thing, it just meant he'd get in trouble and not you for this. You werent per say throwing him under the bus, but you werent gonna bring it to his attention.

You both walked over to get ready to melt a horn on each, Loki grabbed some sort of tool and started the first one. You stood behind him and watched over his shoulder, you admired the small things,about how Loki's greesy hear was tired up into a man bun before he'd started working on it, and how he squinted one eye to concentrate with his tongue sticking out. It made you giggle.

"I'm almost done..." you watched as he'd almost finished it, both of you concentrating hard on the hand ship.

"Oh hey kiddo's"

You both jumped out of your skin, Loki fell off the chair and part of his hair came out, laying on the floor he turned to see who was talking, you on the other hand jumped and slowly turned around with a nervous smile.

The one and only Tony Stark stepped out of his suit, adjusting his watch as he stepped out.

"So, what are you both up to?" he asked, his lips scrunched inwards and his hands on his hips.

Both of you were silent until Loki began getting up and dusting himself off.

"Nothing, we were just about to leave" You noticed something about him, Loki that is. Something seemed different, and rightly so. You glanced behind you to see the real loki grab the helmet but sink down so he couldn't be seen.

"Oh good, I really cant have you both in here, off you go then."

Tony dismissed the two of you and you both left for ths door, and while he wasnt looking Loki diverged into his clone again but now holding the helmet.

Right before the two of you had reached the door, his suit came speeding past and covered the exit.

'Shit' was the only thing you could both think of. Neither of you turned around to see where or what the billionaire was doing, but you heard him.

"Wait a moment, wheres my helmet? Oh and Loki,I think you left something" Loki and you both turned around, Loki with his hands behind his back,obviously hiding something. Tony stood right in front of him,holding the other horn to his face with a wide smirk.

Quickly the suit begins you both snatched up the helmet and yourself as Tony pounced on the God of Mischief, his hands at his sides, wiggling his fingers all over.

Loki yelped and began lightly chuckling at the fingers that were tickling him, trying to step back but only into closed doors. He tried to use his hands to block the attack but Tony was having none of it.

"Sir I have the helmet and y/n, it seems they were moulding the horns onto it." Friday explained.

"Ohhh, so you were doing something? I thought you were the god of mischief? Not the God of lies?" Tony taunted, as he squeezed the puny gods sides, then quickly moved to a death spot, his hips. Squeezing tightly and vibrating his hands and fingertips causing Loku to fall down the wall with laughter.

"NoHoho!!!! Damn it StArarK!!!!" Loki yelled as he tried to force Tony's hands off him. Though he was incredibly weak from the torturous tickles.

It was a usual sight, Thor was usually tickling his younger brother for some reason or another, its what older brothers are fir though right? Loku would become a blushing screaming mess but he'd never learn. Same goes for you though, everyone in the compound knew your little weakness and would use it against toy for anything. Your laughter was just too cute!

As Tony abused Loki's sides and hips, he ordered Friday to put the helmet on the desk and tickle you. You squealed because as much as you enjoyed tickling, you couldn't never stand it when the robots tickled you. It was rare but in cases when Tony needed an extra set of hands, well he got em'.

The suit held you up and began using a vibrating simulation Tony had recently installed on the hands for some reason and placed them on your ribs whilst holding you in the air. And as this tickled you, because it did t seem like enough the suit also used it's big fingersto scrape and squeezed the insides of your armpits.

You kicked and squealed at the top of your lungs, trying to escape. Somehow being held in the air seemed much worse, and the vibrating cause you to laugh harder and harder when random electric bolts went through your skin.

After around 15 minutes Tony had both you and Loki in piles of laughter on the floor, weak and begging. Well you were begging, Loki was threatening.

"LEHEHET OFFFF! HAHAHHH IHIGIM GONNA KIHIHILL YOU!"

"Okie Doki horny. First let me do this and I'll let you go."

Tony lifted up Loki's lime green shirt and blew the largest raspberry right above his belly button. An inhuman screech came from Loki as he curled in on himself and howled with laughter from ghostly tickles and squeezes.

"As for you" Tony taunted as he walked over to you, you were not on the floor, twisting and turning to get away from this oncoming attack and the tickles. The suit held your hands above your head as Tony brought up your shirt to reveal your belly button.

"PLEHEASE DONT TOHONY!"

Tony looked up at you and smirked, "We all know you love it" and blew right on your belly button. Your laughter went silent and you melted into the floor as both let off.

Tony laughed at you both in giggly messes on the floor.

"I came back early, and the others will be back soon too. So I suggest you both go clean up your messes before you get something worse" Tony suggested as he walked over to his desk to suspect the iron helmet you'd worked on. You and Loki had now recovered- partly- from the attacks and took in what he said.

But it was too late, everyone heard birds chirping and Sam screaming.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

[annakie]

I saw a post on Reddit this morning that mentioned searching Zillow for your childhood home, so I thought it’d be fun to check...

My childhood home, which we lived in from 1979 when I was 4 until 1988 when I was 12 is actually up for sale... right now.

It’s sad.

The house was like 100 years old when we lived in it and though my dad did a lot, it needed a lot of work even then.  My mom recalled that it was sold to an older couple, and after we looked at the pictures, we think it’s possible they were still in it until now, though it was forclosed on.

Pretty sure whoever was in it last were hoarders, and it’s just barely cleared out of most of the stuff.  It’s filthy.

At some point, some upgrades were done.  Most of the bathroom fixtures in both bathrooms were upgraded.  All the shag carpet was thankfully ripped up for the original hardwood floors underneath but no one had taken care of the floors at all, they weren’t quite rotting but were dingy and stained.  And it was really shocking all the things that hadn’t changed at all.

I’m more posting this for my own history than anything.

Oh here, let’s do pictures.

The outside looks great.  Someone added siding, which is nice because my dad used to have to scrape and repaint the house every other year or so.  My brother got roped into helping the last time or two when we were there.  The tree in the foreground in the bottom pic I think is new.  Or maybe my dad planted it.  There used to be a giant pine tree to the left which was cut down.  And there was a magnolia tree a little bit to the right that was “my” tree, but I think we cut that down before I left.  There used to be a lot more bushes making a fence along the front.

The rails on the front porch are new-to-me and a great addition. My brother and a neighborhood kid were playing Luke vs. Darth Vader with our lightsabers one afternoon and my brother fell backwards off the porch and had to go to the ER, had a bad concussion. I never saw my mom so scared as that night.  Looks like it hasn’t had any TLC in a decade or two, though.

Also, that patio with the sliding glass doors in the back is new.  Used to just be a small porch and a walk-down door so you’d have to go outside to get to the basement.  Keeping all that inside is really nice.  Especially considering what’s in the basement.

Once you get inside though, things get way worse.

The room the pic is taken from was our “formal” living room.  That paneling was the paneling that was always there  

Further in is the dining room.  These actually aren’t so bad, these pics could have waited until all the stuff was out, but this was the first hints of “Hm, maybe hoarders?”

A better pic of the dining room.  Pretty sure that’s the same chandolier as my childhood.  Look how filthy the floor and baseboards are.  Through the right door is the family room, straight on is the kitchen.

This is the family room.  Same paneling that my parents put up Underneath that paneling is painted in brown paint my, my brother, my mom and my dad’s names and “FUCK YOU!” and the date we put up the paneling.  My parents thought it would be funny.  30 years later and no one has seen it.  He also put up that crown molding.  Same light fixtures.  The ceiling... wow.  

From the dining room to the kitchen.  

That fridge is way, way too huge for that kitchen, first of all.  That’s where the roll-away dishwasher went. It looks like they added a pantry on the left?  IDK.

But those are the same cabinets from my childhood, they were already so old when they were painted bright yellow when I was a kid.  Same molding.  Same backsplash.  Probably the same sink, which had already been stained.  Underneath the cabinets you can see the linelouem that used to cover the entire floor.  Really ugly, ripping that up (well, most of it, you can still see some right under the sink) was the right call.

This is the downstairs bath straight through the kitchen.  Same walls. “new” sink.  I can’t decide if the tub is “new”, I think so. Same tile, the rails are new.  The showerhead is in the same place - way too high.  

The first time I saw the top pic above, I was literally shocked.  I literally rocked back in my seat and lost my breath for a second.  This room hadn’t changed.  AT.  ALL.

It’s the same carpet, the same wallpaper.  This was my my and my brother’s playroom, and my dad’s office.  All it was missing was our toys and my dad’s heavy wooden desk.  I wish we had a close-up picture of the trains wallpaper.   it was, actually, really neat.  Especially since my mom’s father was a conductor on the North Shore line, and he died while my mom was pregnant with me.  We always loved that wallpaper.

That’s basically it for the downstairs, let’s go upstairs.

Sadly, no pictures of the stairs on any site I could find.

This is what we called the Sewing Room.  That wall on the left is new, I’m guessing someone made a closet, since the master bedroom has almost no closet space.  My mom used the closet in the family room (which I didn’t have a good picture of) as her clothes closet.That wall used to be lined with built-in bookshelves I think.  My mom’s sewing machine and sewing stuff were on the left.Straight on through the hallway, to the left is a bathroom and at the end was my bedroom.  It never did have a door. There used to be a small door on the right and a scary closet behind that wall, IDK why they walled that up.

The upstairs bath, one of the completely redone rooms, and they did it nice.  Well, it was nice at some point.  New tile, new fixtures.  I am sad because there used to be an awesome claw tub there.  

This space is what used to be my bedroom.  I wish there was a reverse angle on this, but there’s not.  I had nice builtin bookshelves.  And I really thought there was a window along that left wall.

The top picture there was my parents bedroom, which was at the front of the house. The bottom was my brother’s room.  His bed was under the slant.

Look how gross those rooms look.  Nobody cleaned up for years. =\

Let’s head back out the back door through the kitchen.

Like I said before, this is all new and it’s a good change.  You used to have to walk fully outside to get to the basement, and that REALLY sucked in the winter.

The washer and dryer, were in the center of the unfinished basement.  The basement that would flood every couple of years.  

Ugh.

Right now, it’s selling for the same price that my parents sold it for in 1988.  I can see why.

I noticed there were also no pics of the garage.  I wonder how much stuff was crammed in there. :p

Anyway, despite the sad, sad state of the house, it was really great to see it again.  I sent to listings to my family, and they called me and we had a fun walk down memory lane today.  

[whxtiswriting]

Orphaned Castiel ||

Castiels parents died when cas was very young, their best friend, James Novak, became a parent overnight. They were rich, and overnight, James lost his best friends, gained a son, and more money than he could ever use. He was only twenty three, and suddenly he had an entirely new life. 

It was almost a dream, but the young child he’d just been given full responsibility of was kind of an asshole. He was constantly pushing James to his wits end. James suddenly felt like a failure at all turns. Nothing seemed to work, and the isolation was deafening. The first few years, James tried to do it alone. 

That didn’t last long. After Cas broke his leg playing soccer with some local kids, James had a tutor come in. they started homeschooling, and he got a nanny, and things got easier. He actually had some free time, imagine that. 

Castiel didnt have many friends, after that change. He saw many staff members come and go, and he lost his tutor right around the time he turned 17. He got caught making out, barely clothed, with his much older tutor. He was supposed to be studying- but instead he was feeling up his tutor. “Get out.” James hissed, pulling the older man by his ear. “Get out. You’re fired. Take your stuff and go.” James turned to cas. “You and I? We will talk after my meeting.” James warned, before walking off, to calm down. In the quiet of the room, castiel panicked. He got dressed and threw on a jacket- and he climbed out of the window, a familiar route the rebellious child took, over a large reaching branch, down the tree, and he took off running. He ran to the large gate that lined the huge property, jumped on it, climbed over- and hopped down, and then kept on running. He finally gave up running when his legs gave out. He didnt really think ahead-where he would go, where he would sleep that night, or anything like that. He ended up in a park, and hid out in a play structure.

It was really dark by the time james found him. Castiel had ignored the cries of his name- hed stayed hidden on the playground until james found him, and yanked him out from his hiding space. “Castiel!” He exclaimed, his temporary relief faded into anger. Castiel was trembling- but he didnt say anything. James dragged castiel to the car and watched him get in before he got into the drivers seat. He preferred to be in control-he didnt use personal drivers or anything excessive like that. The drive home was tense and quiet. Castiel didnt say anything, he kept his eyes downcast. He was afraid to say anything to his adoptive father. When they parked in the driveway, james clenched the steering wheel and breathed slowly for a moment. Castiel debated fleeing the car-but he feared that things would get worse if he did so. “My office.” James decided, slowly getting out of the car. “Let’s go.” “Yes sir.” Castiel agreed quietly, getting out. James was trying his hardest to keep calm. He walked inside and to his study without another word. He stood behind his desk, watching castiel walk in. “What were you thinking?” James asked. “-” Castiel hesitated. “Or were you just not thinking? You dont care who you’re hurting!” james accused, taking a deep breath. “-” Castiel scowled. “You acted cowardly, recklessly, and stupidly, Cas! I raised you better than this!” James hissed.

“Better than what?” Cas snapped. “I am EXACTLY as you raised me! If you think i should be better, than you should have raised me better!” Cas argued, glaring up at his godfather. 

“I raised you better than what youre doing! I raised you to not go fucking a man who is fifteen years older than you and has been around since you were eight!” James hissed, angrily. “I raised you not to runaway from your responsibilities! To runaway from those who care about you!” Castiel hissed at him, scowling, “Who I fuck or don’t isnt any of your damn business!” 

“It is my business! I didn’t raise you to become a whore!” James lashed out, realized what he said, and tried to calm down. 

“So now I’m a whore?” Castiel questioned, “For being the least bit sexual? You’re just jealous because I have more of a sexlife than you do.” Castiel accused. “I don’t know when you became such an asshole.” James said, shaking his head. “This isn’t about my personal life, kid. This about you.” “This seems like it’s really about you. You dont give a damn about me. You’re lashing out because I have found a way to have a life in spite of you.” Castiel growled angrily. 

“In spite of me? You have a life because of me!” James hissed back. 

“Because of you? You didn’t do anything! You just got a kid from some dead couple.” 

“I took you in when you had no one.” James exclaimed, exasperated. “You don’t care, do you? You don’t care who you’re hurting! You don’t care about anyone besides yourself! You’re such an ungrateful brat! You runaway instead of facing your consequences? If I had runaway from things when they got tough, who would you have? No one! You would be all alone!” “Being alone is better than this!” Cas said cruelly. “I don’t need you. I didn’t ask you to do anything for me! I don’t need you! You’re just an angry old man!” Cas screamed, threatened, clenching his hands. “You don’t need me? You wouldnt be able to tie your shoes or spell your name without me!” 

“You arent my dad! You’ve made that clear! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” 

“I’m glad your dad isnt around to see what you’ve become. You’d break his heart. You disgrace who they were!” James lashed out- saying things he didnt really mean. 

“I should fire you, throw you out. You’ve gotten too comfortable with the luxury that comes with being around me.” 

“You can’t fire me.” James laughed, “You couldn’t last one day without me.” 

“When I turn 18, you’re so out of here. It’ll be the first thing I do. You might want to start packing.” He threatened. 

“I’ll just have to make sure you know that I have control over you until you turn 18.” James replied, “You’re mine, I can make you do whatever I want.” “You couldnt make me say ‘Ah’ If you were a doctor.” 

“You’re an asshole.” 

Castiel shrugged. “A rich asshole.” 

James realised that they needed to calm down. “Go stand in the corner and think about everything you’ve done wrong today, everything you’ve said.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Cas snarked, rolling his eyes. He didnt move. 

“Castiel Michael Romanov-Novak! Go!” James hissed through his teeth. 

“Make me.” 

“Go!” James repeated. 

“No.” 

James stalked around the desk, grasped castiels arm, and dragged him into the corner. 

“Let go of me!” Castiel shrieked. 

“Stand in the corner!” 

“No!” Castiel screamed, thrashing against James’ hold. 

James blocked castiel into the corner, irritatedly. “Go!” 

Castiel continued to struggle for a moment before he stilled, and began taunting james. “This office is lovely. I think I’ll repaint it pink. Make it a recreation room.” 

“Shut up, cas.” James encouraged, angrily. 

“Make me.” 

“Do you even care how worried I was?” James asked, sighing. 

“No.” The answer was cold and he was lying. 

“I looked everywhere for you.”

“That’s your problem.” Cas antagonized him. 

“You’re such an asshole.” James exclaimed. 

“Who’s fault is that? Is it yours or the four nannies that quit on us?” 

“I don’t know how to make you realise what you did wrong or make you care!” James hissed back. 

“Why don’t you try hitting me? You seem to think that works!” 

“Shut up, cas.” James answered angrily. 

“Make me.” 

“Why don’t you ever just listen? Why do you always act like this?” James questioned castiel, still blocking him into the corner. 

“Maybe it’s you.” Cas taunted. He was stroking the fire that was james’ anger- but he couldnt help it. He couldn’t stop. 

James sighed, “Stand on one foot and face the wall.” 

Castiel laughed, “You really think that will work? Should I touch my nose, too?” “Just- Just do it, cas.” 

Castiel did as requested, but he couldnt stop laughing. 

“Do you have to be such a pain?” 

“No, but it’s fun.” Castiel answered, definitely. 

James kept trying to reprimand castiel nonphysically, nonviolently, but castiel kept pushing his buttons. Cas kept taunting him. James finally snapped. He yanked castiel over to his desk after Castiel said he hated him. 

James threw all of his work things onto the floor, a cup of pens shattered, pens scattered everywhere. “You’re an ungrateful bastard!” He hissed, having reached his breaking point. 

He held castiel down, his hand on the middle of his back, and undid his belt. He was blinded by anger. “You are forcing my hand, cas! I dont know how else to get through to you!” 

“Have you finally grown a pair?” Castiel asked, still recklessly taunting james. He didnt understand the danger he was in. 

James yanked his belt off, folded it, and hit castiel on his ass, over his jeans. “You need to learn that actions and words have consequences!” 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Castiel continued to taunt james. 

James hit the belt down harder, “You must face your consequences!” 

Castiel fake yawned, “Barely felt that.” 

James angrily growled and tore castiels pants and underwear down, before hitting him with the belt again. That time, castiels laugh was cut off- he’d been laughing at the fact that james growled. “Is that all you have?” He taunted, and forced himself to laugh again.  “It’s weak, no wonder you’re all alone.” 

James began hitting him harder, really putting all of his effort into the punishment. He was careless about where the belt landed, and he even pulled castiels shirt off because it was shielding his back from the whipping.  “You are a careless, ungrateful, smart-mouthed, stupid, reckless, asshole, spoiled, child!” each adjective was emphasised with a spank from the belt. 

At first, castiel kept taunting him, but as it went on- it became harder to think or speak at all. He just cried, and screamed. He couldnt block the pain out, he was grinding his teeth, trying not to break- but it didnt last. He was a babbling puddle of pain not too long into the beating. He couldnt catch his breath between the hits. It went on for so long- castiels skin broke, and he was bleeding all over the belt and james’ desk. He couldnt even beg for it to stop- he couldnt calm down. 

Then, james was yanked off of him. “Stop! James!” someone exclaimed,  “What do you think you are doing?!” 

Castiel was left panting on the desk, his head was spinning- his body felt like it was on fire. 

“Cas? Are you okay?” Someone asked, touching castiel’s face. 

Castiel flinched away from the contact.  

There was a lot happening, all of a sudden, but cas couldnt focus on it- everything was foggy and busy. He was moved to his bedroom, his soft bed was a welcome change from the hard desk. If it wasnt so painful, castiel would have fallen asleep. 

The room was quiet as castiel laid in his own misery. He couldnt bring himself to focus on the voices of his godfather, Benny- the head of the kitchens, and Amelia, James’ girlfriend of only a few weeks, as they argued in the hallway. The arguing was really loud, but all castiel was able to focus on was the scuff on his wall. It was from a table pushing into the wall when castiel fell as a young boy. 

It was quiet again, as a new voice entered, “Thanks for calling me, Benny.”  the newcomer was Bobby, their concierge doctor. “Where is he?” 

“He’s resting on his bed.” 

“I’d like to see him alone. I need a bucket of clean, warm water and a soft rag.” He instructed, before looking over the three gathered there. “I want you to go wait downstairs, and try not to kill anyone before I’m done here.” 

“Yes, bobby.” 

A moment later, his bedroom light flicked on and Bobby came in. The air was tense as bobby took in the sight before him. “Hey, Cas.” He greeted, attempting to not be upset by what he was seeing. 

Castiel didnt respond. 

“I’d ask how you are feeling but I’m sure I already know.” Bobby said, setting his doctor bag on a table and grabbing things out that he would need. 

Castiel stayed quiet. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, okay?” Bobby explained, “This will hurt.”

Castiel remained quietly. 

The water was brought in, with the rag. “First, I’m going to use water to clean you up.” He took the rag and began washing castiels injured body. 

Castiel tensed, and a whimper escaped his mouth. 

“It’s okay, cas.” Bobby promised, he continued to wash castiels wounds and apologize as he did so. When he was done, he put the rag away, and grabbed a disinfectant. “I have to cleanse the wound with disinfectant, now. This will really sting, and burn. You can scream if you need to.” he narrated for castiel what he was doing. 

Castiel didnt scream, though, even as the new fire erupted. He clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes. The burn was worse than the fire from being hit. It was amplified because castiel couldnt stop himself from writhing in agony. 

It was still stinging when Bobby slipped rubber gloves on. “This will help.” He promised, pouring medicine onto his hands. “I’m going to apply a medicinal salve to your injuries. This will be invasive, and it might hurt- but it’ll help.” 

Once again, castiel stayed quiet. 

Bobby was gentle and thorough as he applied the medicine to castiels injuries. The wounds were on his bottom and his back, mostly, but there were stray welts and cuts on his arms and thighs. 

“I could kill him for this.” Bobby grumbled, “To hurt a child is the worst thing you can do.” He removed his gloves and grabbed the bandages. “When my boys came to me- my oldest had a broken arm and hadnt slept in probably days. He had stayed awake and broken because he wanted to protect his brother- who has a medical condition. It had taken everything my oldest had to give. I would’ve killed their old man if I could have. What he did to my boys- my precious boys- I would have killed him. Luckily, he’s gone now.” 

Bobby took a moment to make sure every wound was covered before he addressed castiel again. “The recovery from this will be hard for you. CPS will have to investigate and monitor your homelife and- It’s just going to be tough.” Bobby said, looking at him. “I promise you, though, castiel, I won’t let this happen to you ever again. I promise you.”

Castiel looked at him sadly, “-”

“I’ll be here often, as you recover. You have time to get your words together, cas. Now- here, take these-” He instructed, handing castiel some medicine, “And get some sleep, Okay?” 

Castiel took the medicine with help from bobby and some water. He ended up basically sleeping for the next week, and then stayed in bed until his wounds faded into scars. There were three nurses that switched off to help castiel until he recovered, and Bobby checked in almost everyday. 

Bobby kept his promises- CPS looked into the household and James went to therapy.  Castiel and James ended up going to therapy together and separately. Cas was reluctant, but things got better, and after a while, they stopped going. 

Castiel was given many workbooks and personal books and he resumed working in his study alone for much of his life after the incident. 

James had to spent over a year trying to win amelia back, as she broke up with him over the incident- they did end up back together though. 

Castiel’s behavior overall vastly improved; he wasnt a menace to the staff or james, and he wasnt constantly reckless with his life anymore. He made good friends with Benny, too. 

Though, at 23, he might have had a backslide into dangerous behavior as he was engaging in a reckless ongoing flirtation with James’ personal assistant, Kyle. Kyle was a few years older than cas, but cas didnt care. He was almost always nice, and he cared about cas. 

Cas was holed up in his study, reading a love story about a doctor and a student and their adventures as they tried to save the world. The couple in the story was straight, but castiel didnt mind. He was curled up in the window seat, reading happily. 

That is, until someone knocked on the door. 

Castiel slipped his bookmark into his book and then slipped the book under the blanket on his ottoman. “Who is it?” He asked, getting up to grab his workbook he was supposed to be focusing on. 

“It’s me.” Kyle answered. 

“Oh, come on in.” Cas replied, dropping his workbook back onto his desk. 

“Working hard?” Kyle asked, shutting the door behind him. “Something like that.” 

“Oh, reading one of your other books?” Kyle asked, hugging castiel from behind. 

“Yeah.” 

“What about this time?” Kyle asked, kissing castiels shoulder. 

“A doctor, a lovestruck student, and adventure. Its actually really romantic.” Cas revealed, closing his eyes. 

“How would James feel about you reading your porn books up here?” Kyle teased, kissing castiels neck and nibbling his earlobe. 

Castiel shivered and gasped. “Stop it-” 

Kyle began sucking lightly on castiels earlobe. 

Castiel jerked away from him and rubbed his skin, trying to calm down. “Stop- I mean it. You’ll leave a mark and get us in trouble. James will fire you.” Cas reminded, trying to breathe. “Stop.” 

Kyle sighed, cupping castiels face. “A little risk in life is what keeps us alive.”