Might I Request Some Sick!Yancy Hcs?

Might I request some sick!Yancy hcs? <3

A/n: I'M SO SOFT FOR YANCY

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons, Angst if you squint

Kinda dense, doesn't think it’s anything to really worry about no matter how bad he feels 

Usually he’s fine when he gets sick, I mean years in prison there have been a couple things passed around now and then especially during flu season 

But Yancy’s built up an immune system 

On the occasions were it is bad enough for him to need to lay down you will have to force him in bed or he’ll just insist that he’s fine

He’s very reluctant to accept your help 

He doesn't want to bother you with any of his problems

In his eyes your this wonderful kind, loving person willing to waste time helping some as bad as him 

He doesn't want to waste your time or breath, so he’s very stubborn when it comes to letting you take care of him or help him in any way

Very grateful once you finally manage to convince him to let you help him

Will show his gratitude in any way he can

If your tired after watching over him and helping him he’ll be sure to try and get you anything you need

Food, Water, Blankets, anything you need

You’ll have to lightly remind him that you’re supposed to be taking care of him, although you do appreciate his efforts 

Is very much a child when it comes to taking medicine

Hates the taste of it and will complain every time 

“Youse don’t have anything else less bitter?”

“For the last time no Yancy, so please just take this and then I’ll get you a soda”

If he starts to feel cold due to his fever he’ll absolutely snuggle up to you like a lovesick puppy 

He’ll apologize for ‘invading’ your personal space though so just reassure him that it’s fine or he’ll feel guilty about it for a while

“Youse don’t have to do dis ya know?” Yancy murmured his voice sounded like two pieces of leather being rubbed together.

His breath was ragged and shallow, chest heaving in and out like a dog left outside on a hot day. Anxious of the state of the Boston man who laid before you. The wind whistled through the bars of the cell, the bitter wind nipping at your bare skin leaving a shiver down your spine.

You frowned sympathetically, the cold couldn’t have been making this any easier for Yancy as a soft shiver took hold of him for a moment. Taking the wet cloth you lightly pressed it to Yancy's forehead.

“Don’t say that. I told you I want to be here.” you softly scold him, he frowned in reply. “Don’t youse have family or somewhere ya rather be, than having to sit here stuck with me?” he sulked a guilty look crossing his features as he turned from you fixing his gaze to the wall.

Yancy hated this feeling of weakness, he wasn’t afraid of vulnerability, no not at all. He hated the idea he was bothering you with this, he didn’t want you to waste your time on him, especially when there are people more worthy of your time and in his eyes Yancy wasn’t one of them.

“Yancy…” you cooed gently, taking hold of his shoulder turning him to you. The broken look in his sweet hazel eyes made your heart clench in pain.

“Yancy, listen to me. I wanted to be here for you, okay? I made the choice to come here because I care about you. And this is just more time to spend with you which you know is always a good thing.”

you smiled grasping the man's hand lightly, as a sweet smile softly returned to ruggish features he leaned up to you rewarding you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Danks, I uh really appreciate youse being here.” he replied.

“Anytime Yancy.”

A/n: I love him sm <33333333

Medicine

A/n: Wanted to torture Danny so I did. You know, as a treat

Tw: Knifes, Blood, Injury's, Violence, Gore, Cursing

Gn Reader

Danny groaned, as he stared into the navy blue of the dark sky. Feeling himself space out as the soft breeze kissed his face as it blew past him, a chill creeping down his spine as he glared into the void glimmers of light shining down taunting him, the stars had always left him feeling empty.

He looked up at these giants of light and suddenly felt so small, it left him feeling helpless. He hated it. Yet somehow when his thoughts drifted back to you, he felt a wave of relief, his muscles loosened as his chest grew tight. Why the hell was he thinking of you? You weren’t supposed to be anything to him. 

You were nothing. 

Then why did he hesitate? Why was his gloved hand shaking before your fearful eyes, gazing upon his shaking figure. Your ragged breath, guilting him, making him feel so filthy. This fear is what he thrived off of! Then why did he feel so helpless?

Running from him like he was some sort of animal. He hated the way you looked at him. Your pretty eyes filled with horror when he came into view.

Why couldn’t you look at him with kinder eyes? No, what the hell was he talking about. He shook himself from these uncharacteristically mushy thoughts.

Since when did Danny Johnson have time to be existential? Not enough time if you asked him. He still needed to get you and that asshole Jake if he wanted to win this round. He wasn’t really looking to be punished by the Entity again this week. 

Danny crouched back down surveying the surrounding area carefully. He knew you were here somewhere. One of those brats from earlier had ratted you out to him hoping he’d spare them in return, fat chance. Didn’t really matter because this would finally be over.     

Danny was interrupted by the sound of rustic metal gears of a generator being finished and with that. The loud siren of the gates opening. Danny's head snapped around right as you and Jake sprinted from your hiding spot in the bushes nearby. 

The heavy thudding of footsteps gave your position. Danny's heart almost stopped when his eyes drifted to you and Jake's hands. That asshat had the fucking adacuity to hold your hand. Danny's gripp on his knife grew tighter and tighter until he could no longer feel his hand. His jaw clenched as his breath shifted to ragged and distorted breathing. 

His eyes held a storm of rage. Adrenaline filled his body as he felt his legs carrying him towards you two, almost as if he was on autopilot. 

As soon as Danny was close enough Danny plunges his knife into the brunette back causing him to let out a blood curdling scream as he fell to the ground with a sharp thud. But Danny was finished.

His mind was clouded with a fog of hatred. Danny snarled as Jake cried attempting to crawl away from the masked man. Danny watched the pathetic display. Almost like he was a cat playing with its prey. 

But not this time Danny was in no mood to taunt, he felt an animalistic charge fill him. As he plopped down onto Jake preventing him from crawling away.

Danny ripped the knife from Jake's back causing the man beneath him to whimper. His cries of pain were caught off as Danny plunged the knife into his back once more pushing it deeper into his back twisting it as a cracking sound echoed out, but it wasn’t enough. 

Danny kept pushing until there were no more screams, no more struggling, just gurgling as a crimson liquid began to pour from Jake's mouth as he stopped moving completely. Silence. 

Danny ripped the knife out as he pushed himself off the body beneath him. 

He looked up to see your horrified expression, your face pale, your lip quivered as you stared at the dead body of your friend. 

Danny glared at you, as he stomped over to you. Forcing you up, by roughly grabbing the collar of your shirt. It seemed something in you had snapped as you began to scream and kick against him. 

“Stop it.” he growled as you continued to scream and cry. Danny’s face twisted to one of frustration. Losing his patience he threw you to the ground, quickly he stomped down on your leg as hard as he could, stopping you from scampering away.

Danny grabbed a fist full of your hair dragging you from the exit. Your cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears. Danny tossed you over his shoulder making his way to a nearby hook, the sky twisted into a muggy gray. He threw you up onto the hook. 

“Why did it have to be him.” he asked though the question sounded more demanding than he intended. You looked him in the eyes once again the same fearful expression gracing your features, leaving a bitter feeling in Danny's stomach. 

“Why couldn’t you look at me like that.” Danny's voice barely over a whisper, not bothering to lift his head up, he could feel hot tears of frustration run down his cheeks. He knew the entity had come for you; there was nothing he could do but watch. There were no happy endings for monsters, and especially not for him.

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hi!! Could I request a rottmnt Leoxreader where after they get back to the lair at the end of all the fighting there’s just a lot of comfort and helping take care of him from his s/o? I don’t really have anything specific but I just watched the movie and I NEED this boy to have so much love and fluff thank you!!

A/n: The movie caused me emotion damage, and I desperately need this boy to be okay. Sorry this was so short ^^

Genre: A slight bit of angst with a lot of fluff

Pairing: Leo x Gn Reader

Leo was exhausted, his muscles felt twisted and strained, laced with an aching, burning feeling with every movement he made, causing Leo to let a small sigh of frustration slip from his cold lips.

Leo had been training more harshly than he usually would, Leo had always been more light-hearted and carefree when it came to training or fighting in general. But something was different. 

He had been feeling so constrained lately, like his head was wrapped up in something entirely different than whatever task he had been dealt with. Of course this had its issues already. 

But Leo couldn’t help but feel that he was distracted. 

Sure things had gone back to normal after the battle with the Krang but that experience had haunted Leo, everything he and his brothers had to endure, he just couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. 

Especially his battle with the Krang. 

It was an experience he couldn’t simply shake. The thought that he was going to lose everything. To be trapped in that god forsaken prison for the rest of eternity, the feeling of isolation wrapping its cold hands around his throat. 

It felt like his life was being choked out of him, twisting his body in such a harsh way. A sharp chill running up and down his spine with an overwhelming intensity. 

That feeling still shakes him to his core. Leo shook the thoughts from his mind, yet that uneasy feeling still resonated within him as he walked back into the lair completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than for you to hold him in your arms so he could drift to sleep peacefully.

Leo hardly ever had nightmares when he slept beside you, like you were his dreamcatcher, chasing his nightmares away while he rested easily knowing that you weren’t going anywhere. 

Leo stretched yawning as he allowed his body to slump over as he lazily dragged his feet across the cold floor, the icy feeling burning through the soles of his feet. He rounded the corner, opening the curtain to his room.

His droopy eyes widened at the sight of you already waiting there on his bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone before you had taken note of Leo's  presence in the room, causing a smile to grace your soft features as you got up to greet the blue turtle.

You opened your arms for him in which he happily accepted closing the gap between you two quickly. 

“What are you doing here?” Leo asked into the crook of your neck not quite ready to let go yet. 

“What? I can’t come to see my handsome boyfriend.” you joked turning your head to lay a soft kiss on the side of his head before you let go, a small blush covered his face at the unexpected compliment you had thrown his way.

He chuckled, scratching  the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“No, of course not. I just didn’t think you’d come all this way especially when it's so late.” Leo remarked, glancing at the red clock that hung from his wall. 

“Well I’m here now aren’t I? Let’s lay down.” you smiled softly, taking his hand into yours. Leo felt his heart melt at your words. You always knew exactly when he needed you. You knew him like the back of your hand. 

Leo felt his muscles loosen as the feeling of the soft mattress engulfed his body causing him to let a content sigh slip past his lips. Leo threw his arms over your torso pulling you closer to him as he entangled his legs with yours.

As he buried his face in your neck causing you to let out a small giggle as Leo smiled against your skin, your laughter was the sweetest melody.

Leo closed his eyes feeling his head go foggy as he hears you humming softly, the sound growing further away as the tides of sleep have washed him away.