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imababblekat · 1 year

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To Catch A Turtle

@foxespen, "So part of the spiderman powers are having enhanced strength, right? So they could probably pick up any one of the turtles pretty easy, even if they stand at like half the brothers’ height. Imagine during a fight one of the boys gets thrown off a roof and their friendly neighborhood spider catches them and is just hold them bridal style and says like “if you’re gonna fall for me, it doesn’t have to be on a roof”Or something"

~xXx~

It wasn’t often the boys and (s,n) would get into a tough fight, but it seemed that with BeBop and Rocksteady, it always was one. They were two formidable foes for the ninja turtles alone, so having someone like you to fight along side them in these cases was always a welcome advantage.

When Donnie had relayed an alert from Casey, it wasn’t long till the four brothers found themselves fighting the two enemy mutants atop a bank building. Five minutes into the fight and you made your entrance by web launching yourself into BeeBop’s face, with a corny, “Starting the party without me I see!”, as you back flipped off the warthogs face. Just like that, with cheerful greetings, you and the crime fighting terrapins fell into sync, dishing out all you could against the other two. However, as the fight drew on, perhaps due to growing exhaustion, not everyone was able to stay on top of their toes.

“What do these guys even want?!”, you asked aloud, dodging a thrown pipe and landing next to Leo.

The leader in blue charged forward, swinging his dual swords at Rocksteady who was quick to hold up a chunk of broken building to block the attack. Narrowly ducking out of a punch from BeBop, Donnie swung his staff into the warthogs side, earning a harsh yelp from the assailant.

“Not sure. April thinks they’re making some sort of deal and need the cash to do so.”

“Stay out of our business, turtles!”, BeeBop snapped, grabbing Donnies staff and shoving the taller terrapin back into Raphael who had tried to attack from the side.

“The zoo’s not going to take you two, no matter how much you bribe them!”, you quipped, easily dodging Bebops attacks and jumping onto his back, blinding him with multiple web shots and tugging him in different directions as he started a blind rampage.

A loud laugh came from Mikey as he watched you rodeo the warthog, Leo and Donnie running towards you to assist.

“Good one, angel cakes!”, Mikey winked, just missing a punch from Rocksteady.

“The insects jokes are lame!”, the rhino grunted with irritation, grabbing a hold of Mikeys swinging nun-chuck and pulling him forward to give him a hard kick.

“Hey! Only I can call their jokes lame!”

Rocksteady quickly looked over at the person who had shouted, only to suddenly be tackled by a very heated Raphael. With a strong hold of the larger mutants midsection, the red clad ninja used all of his might to push the other to the edge of the building. Despite nearly having the wind knocked out of him by Raphael, Rocksteady was quick to firmly grasp his shell. With a loud grunt from above, Raphael had suddenly found himself being lifted into the air, staring down at a triumphant Rocksteady before being sent flying over the tall buildings edge. The last thing heard, as Raphael struggled to regain sense of what was up and what was down, were his brothers frantically shouting after him. At the height he just been thrown from, Raphael knew that even collapsing into his shell would prove futile to the crushing gravity once he hit the streets below.

Out of nowhere, Raphael felt his stomach lurch back and forth as something, or rather someone, swiftly swung him from one side of a building to another in a quick descent. It wasn’t till the world stopped spinning around him did Raphael peek open an eye, confusion followed quickly by shock when he realized who had been his savior.

“You know, Raphael, you make quite the cute damsel in distress if I do say so myself.”, you cheekily jested, and said turtle could just picture your eyebrows wagging beneath your mask.

(S,n) had been holding the bulky terrapin like he was air. Their arms snuggly wrapped beneath his knees and the midsection of his shell. Despite the alarming size difference, you cradled Raphael so carefully and securely, in a way that he had wished to someday carry a significant other. Yet, to be the one being held in such a manner, caused the macho man of a turtle to feel his face quickly heat up, and scramble out of your arms even quicker when he heard the approaching foot steps of his brothers. One could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of him, as he tried desperately to play things cool.

“What happened to BeBop and Rocksteady?”, Raph questioned his brothers, hoping beyond belief that they hadn’t seen a thing.

“They managed to get away, but not without leaving behind what they tried to steal. Casey and the NYPD are on their way to pick up the stolen goods.”, Leo informed, looking between his flustered sibling and the spider person beside him.

Raphael just let out a scoff, turning sharply and walking off in a random direction.

“Where are you going?”, Mikey confusingly asked.

“To find my sai's.”

“Your welcome by the way!”, you shouted out, to which Raphael simply sent you back a deep scowl before returning to his search.

Despite the aggravated grumbling you could hear come from the hot headed person you saved, you continued to smile to yourself, the squinted eyes of your mask telling of your hidden expression. Pulling out a pen and small note pad, the parchment labeled (s,n) Notes, Donnie began to scribble away.

“Did he even weigh anything to you?”, he questioned with scientific curiosity.

You shrugged, hands on your hips as you peered up at Donnie.

“Like a feather.”

“Oo, oo! Me next!”, Mikey excitedly shouted, bounding towards you at top speed.

Not even your spidey senses could have prepared you for Mikey’s suddenness, you both collapsing to the ground just as you’d barely caught him in your arms. Leo merely shook his head in slight disappointment, Donnie continuing to jot down notes, and Raphael in the distance still trying to calm his flustered heart.

~xXx~

#bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse michelangelo x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #tmnt spiderman au #spiderman reader #@foxespen #imababblekat's writing

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frogonamelon · 25 days

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GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT PARAMOUNT!! WOO!!

After well over a year of being in this fandom, I was finally able to see the series finale!

Some minor spoilers for folks who don't have access to season two below

This might be an unpopular opinion but the fight scene at the end of Battle Nexus New York is probably my new favorite fight scene in the series (including the movie). It's the only time we ever get to see the entire clan/family fighting and its brilliant! Cassandra catching April's bat midair and wielding it herself, Splinter sliding in and knocking Draxum's feet out from under him to save his life, Mikey chucking a mode of transportation at the Shredder for the second time this season its great!

As for the inspiration for this, two particular standouts this season were Leo and Cassandra. They have interesting parallels in their arcs, both finding themselves in leadership positions and gaining new mentors. Casey getting a position she always chased before finding out it's not something she really wants vs Leo having a position he never wanted thrust upon him. Leo losing his new mentor figure vs Casey saving hers at the last minute.

I wish we had gotten more time to savor General Jones. It's the scariest she's ever been, and I love it! This woman almost kills Big Mama for daring to imprison her master within less than three minutes of being given the chance! I see 03 Shredder/ Karai in her.

Leo, meanwhile, is wielding what would be (in this hypothetical au) Karai's sword. A single katana as opposed to his previous superfluous odachi. I could see him picking it up right before he knows they have a retreat plan, knowing how dangerous it is to be completely unarmed in front of such a foe and wanting to protect his family (and wanting something to remember Gram Gram by).

Technical Notes:

I did Cassandra first and inverted it. Color picking from that is how I got Leo's.

There's a lot of opposites between them:

Cass is top and front lit whereas Leo is back and bottom lit.

Leo is standing tall and facing upward whereas Cass is leaning forward in an almost bow and facing downwards. Same with Shredder and Karai

Shredder has his back to his General whereas Karai almost presenting her g-grandson.

I changed the yellow prominent in the ring to purple since it's the color that Big Mama and The Shredder share.

In designing General Jones, I blended usual depictions of Casey Jones with depictions of The Shredder and Karai.

Cassandra's previous mask that covered her mouth is now replaced with one that covers her eyes. Take from that what you will.

I cannot draw the turtles without some sort of pants on. Sorry, I just can't

#This was my first time back lighting a character #ouch #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #riseofthetmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2018 #rise leo #cassandra jones #rise karai #rise shredder

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mondodisco · 6 months

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I love how in every Chuck episode there is that moment like:

Casey: I came here to stop you from breaking the law

Chuck and Sarah: Help us pls

Casey: okay I’m helping you break the law

LIKE THE MAN IS SO EASY TO CONVINCE HE WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING IF YOU ASK HIM MORE THAN ONCE

#chuck #john casey #chuck bartowski #chuck casey #casey john #nbc chuck #casey

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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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Keep Your Enemies Close

Requested Here!

Pairing: John Casey x fem!CIA!reader

Summary: You join your enemy John Casey to help protect the Intersect. When you're injured during the assignment, you learn that Casey might not hate you as much as you thought.

Warnings: angst, injuries (stabbing), mentions of murder and weapon trafficking, teasing and sarcasm, "flirting" from Lester, comfort and fluff, reference to Casey's real name so spoilers

Word Count: 3.7k+ words

A/N: My first Casey fic!! Apologies if he's OOC. I watched Chuck while writing this and had so much fun! Please send more Casey reqs!🫶🏼

“You’re telling me that a retail-working, minimum wage-earning nobody has the government’s biggest secrets stored in his head? What exactly do you expect me to do about that, General Beckman?” you ask, crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

“Quite the simplification, but for your purposes, that is correct. And I expect you to aid his team in protecting the Intersect,” she replies.

“When do I leave for Burbank, ma’am?”

“Two hours. Agent Walker will brief you before she leaves. And one more thing, you won’t be working alone.”

The video feed turns black as she ends the call. You sit back and exhale as you rub your forehead. Being a CIA agent is your dream job, and you’ve worked incredibly hard to get where you are, but babysitting Chuck Bartowski does not sound like an ideal assignment.

At least I’m getting a different partner for once, you think as you stand to begin packing.

“John Casey,” you say slowly.

He turns quickly and his jaw tightens when he sees you.

“Nice uniform. It suits you,” you add.

“Hmm,” he replies, as usual. “What are you doing here?”

“Someone in Washington hates me. I’m covering for Walker.”

“For how long?”

You shrug and mumble, “They didn’t tell me that.”

“Fantastic,” John grumbles.

“So, are we going to stand in the Buy More all day or are we going to do our job?” you ask quietly. “If you can call what you do a job.”

“Follow me.”

You bow sarcastically and flip your hand to gesture for him to lead the way. He inhales deeply before leading you into the Buy More break room.

“Casey, I have a question,” you murmur as you follow him into the small room.

“Of course you do,” he sighs.

“What exactly is General Beckman asking me to do here?”

He doesn’t answer, but when he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he turns toward you and says, “Hopefully, she just wants you to stay out of my way. Sarah’s your friend and your superior here, so just do what she says, and let’s not have a Bosnia situation again.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you mumble.

Sarah calls your name, and you walk around Casey to join her. She doesn’t tell you much more than Beckman or Casey, though your mission seems fairly simple: keep Chuck safe.

“Just leave him in the car if you go anywhere,” Sarah adds.

“Like a Pomeranian? Should I at least roll the window down and leave the air on?” you reply.

“That’s exactly what I said!” a man exclaims behind you.

You turn quickly and immediately recognize the one and only Chuck Bartowski. It’s amazing, you think, that someone so average can be carrying around world-ending secrets.

“Chuck,” Sarah begins. She introduces you by your cover name before explaining that she’ll be gone for a few days.

“Nice to meet you,” you offer as you shake his hand.

“So, you’re CIA?” Chuck clarifies.

“I am. Just here to protect you while Sarah takes a vacation.” You smile as Sarah chuckles before you add, “You won’t even know I’m here.”

“There is a God,” Casey grumbles.

“He’s grumpy. You’ll get used to it,” Chuck tells you.

“No, I won’t.”

Sarah leaves Castle through a different door than the one you entered. Their base is huge, and you’re starting to understand the importance and sheer size of this operation. A call appears on the monitor beside you, and you accept it before stepping back to wait as the video loads.

“Major Casey,” General Beckman greets. “I trust that your team will adjust well to the temporary changes. Agent Walker has protected her cover by planning a vacation with a family friend.”

Casey grunts his acknowledgment without looking toward you. You know he’s just as unpleased to be working with you again as you are to be with him. For some reason, the government seems to think that you and Casey are a good team. Which is interesting, because you hate one another.

“Just tell me what you want me to do, Major,” you request.

Casey scoffs and glances at you.

“We recommend you pose as Major Casey’s girlfriend,” General Beckman suggests.

“Girlfriend?!” you and Casey repeat together.

Chuck looks between the two of you, wide-eyed as he steps back. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and he feels like he may be injured if he stays between you.

“General, that may not be the best idea,” Casey explains.

“Why not?” she counters.

“General, if I may,” you interject, “no one will believe we are together.”

“Exactly,” Casey agrees.

“Why not?” Beckman presses.

You tip your head back and sigh before levelling your voice to say, “He’s out of my league… ma’am.”

“Then get in his league. That’s your cover, so make it work.”

General Beckman ends the call and Chuck waits anxiously for you or Casey to speak. Neither of you is willing to break the silence after your last comment, though.

“So…” Chuck begins, rocking back onto his heels. “How long have you two been together?”

“Not a word, Bartowski,” Casey snaps. “I may be keeping you alive but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.”

“And you said I’d get used to it,” you scoff.

“I don’t like this either,” Casey tells you. “But it’s a job, so we’ll do it.”

“I- what would your girlfriend do all day? And I swear if you tell me to clean your apartment or wash your car-“

“Just, do whatever you want today. Come back to the Buy More around 4 p.m. and I’ll set our cover,” he answers.

“What if I flash before then?” Chuck inquires.

“Flash?” you repeat. At the same time, Casey says, “I don’t like her; doesn’t mean I can’t get in touch with her.”

You roll your eyes before you nod. He’s not wrong, but every mission you go on together seems to increase the animosity between you.

“Then I’ll see you at 4, or when Chuck flashes,” you say. “Hate you too, boyfriend.”

Casey growls quietly, something you have heard far too often since joining the Agency. He and Chuck return to the Buy More, and you sit alone in Castle.

“What am I getting into?” you murmur.

“Hello?” you ask as you answer your phone.

Leaned back in the desk chair, you toss a stress ball over your head to catch it.

“Get to the Buy More,” Casey says quickly.

The line beeps as he ends the call, and you say, “Yeah, sure. Bye” to no one.

You rush to one of the innumerable exits to reach the front door of the Buy More. Casey and Chuck stand in the Nerd Herd desk, waiting for you, and Casey nods to beckon you over.

“Did you flash?” you ask Chuck.

“Chinese Triad leader Mao Yang is in Burbank for a no-holds-barred poker game,” Chuck tells you.

“Mao Yang?” you repeat, looking at Casey. “I thought he died.”

“Miraculous recovery,” he deadpans. “Faked his own death.”

“You don’t say,” you answer with sarcastic surprise. “What’s the plan?”

“Well, hello. Welcome to the Buy More,” a man says, laying his hand on the small of your back.

“Lester,” Chuck warns.

He raises his hand away from you but leans against the desk to look at you. You glance at Casey, but his jaw is tight, and his eyes are on Lester.

“Thanks, Lester,” you say. “But these gentlemen are already helping me.”

“I can help after you pay if you know what I mean,” he replies.

Casey cracks his neck to the right as he steps toward Lester. Lester stands quickly and raises his hands in surrender before he scurries away.

“Way to pick a cover, Chuck,” you whisper.

“Oh, I already worked here,” he responds.

“That makes it much worse, Chuck,” you say sympathetically. “Just think of it as a voluntary cover.”

Chuck purses his lips and nods slowly. “That may not be a bad idea.”

“Okay, Triad murder poker,” you remember. “What’s the plan?”

“We need to get into that game,” Casey answers.

“That is a terrible idea.”

“Do you have a better one?” he snaps.

“Not at the moment, but I’m sure there is one. What exactly did you flash on?” you ask Chuck.

“Just that he’s going to kill a lot of people tonight.”

You tap your fingers on the desk as you try to think of an idea. “Where is it?”

“China Town.”

“Fitting,” Casey mumbles.

“I have an idea. It’s not better, but there’s less chance of casualty,” you say.

Casey grunts, and you continue, “I’ll go in.”

“How is that better than both of us going in?” Casey asks.

“Trust me. I know it’s a lot to ask from a big, bad Major like yourself, but you don’t stand a chance of getting in there.”

“And you do?”

“Illegal poker games have a… a certain look. One that I can fit into.”

“You want to work the game?”

“That sounds dangerous,” Chuck interjects.

“Chuck knows where we’re going, we have a huge advantage. I catch one of the girls before she gets in, and - would you imagine that - I’m in without drawing attention to the gigantic American man.”

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Casey says.

“Is that a yes?”

“Let’s try it. But if you get trapped in there, don’t expect the gigantic American man to be able to save you this time.”

“Oh, I’d never count on that,” you promise.

Chuck raps his fingers against the dashboard before him. Casey’s eyes haven’t drifted from the side entrance of the restaurant since they arrived. Your confirmation message was short – I’m in – and they haven’t heard a thing since then.

“You two have a history,” Chuck begins.

“Don’t,” Casey grunts.

Chuck nods and moves his incessant tapping to his thighs. “You hate each other?”

“Something like that.”

Chuck falls silent for several minutes, and Casey leans toward the window of his Crown Vic. He’s tense, but that’s not entirely unusual for him.

“Would you really leave her in there?” Chuck asks. When Casey doesn’t answer, he tries, “What happened in Bosnia?”

“The day I tell you that is the day a better president than Reagan is elected.”

“I see… So, your undercover lady friend could never be Mrs. Casey, the real lady friend?”

“No.”

“I think you’re hiding something.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You are?” Chuck asks, sitting up straight in the seat.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, tell me what it is!”

“Where’s her tracker?” Casey asks instead.

“Same place as the last time you asked,” Chuck answers.

“I’m not here to play,” your voice crackles through the laptop speakers. “Just to make sure handsome men like you have a good time.”

Casey grips the door handle beside him as he listens. He can’t make out what the other person says, but your short exhale tells him that it wasn’t good.

“Maybe just one game, then?” you ask. “Only if you help me decide which cards are good enough.”

“Is she flirting? Or is she a CIA-trained poker shark?” Chuck inquires.

Casey grunts, his eyes fixed on the door. He may hate you, but he loves his job and needs some comedic relief, Chuck thinks.

“Ah, grunt number seven. Skeptical with cynicism,” he teases.

“What happens if I win? … And if I lose? … Maybe I should have kept my job at California Pizza Kitchen.”

The people around you laugh, but their amusement isn’t because of your half-hearted joke. When you lose, and Casey trusts that you will, those men will do unspeakable things to you.

“We have to go,” Casey commands. “I have to go. You wait in the car.”

“Didn’t see that coming,” Chuck mumbles as Casey opens the door.

“Don’t get out of the car, then. Either of you.”

“Casey!” Chuck calls. He points to the computer speaker as Casey opens the car door again.

“‘Stay in the car, both of you?’ Oh, it’s just a trick one of my friends taught me about doubles and spades. Dumb kids, you know? But, seriously, don’t leave the car to come inside is probably good advice in this part of town.”

“She’s a terrible liar,” Casey grumbles.

He sits back in the driver’s seat, though, and obeys your command. You go silent again, and he can only hope that you are winning the game. You’ll be in trouble for winning, too, but not as much as losing. As Chuck and Casey spend another five minutes in silence, they both grow worried because poker shouldn’t take this long.

The side door that has held Casey’s attention opens quickly, and gunfire echoes in the alley as men in suits run out. Casey searches the fleeing crowd for you, but there’s no sign of you. When people stop exiting the building, he opens his door again.

“Casey? Remember Bosnia?”

Casey’s nostrils flare and Chuck rushes to get out of the car. They run across the street and down the alley together, but Casey enters first, with his gun drawn.

“Whoa,” Chuck breathes out.

There’s a podium of losers, ranking from third worst to first, the person who lost the most hands. The bodies situated on the podium are nearly unrecognizable, and Chuck looks away quickly as Casey moves farther inside. Eventually, Casey finds the poker table and holsters his gun as he steps into the bloody room.

“Al- Casey,” you call weakly.

Casey’s jaw tightens at your confusion. You may be what he has referred to as a central intelligence pain, but you’re a good agent. The near slip with his real name is not a good sign.

“Hey!” Casey yells as he turns back.

“Why would you sneak up on me in here?” Chuck asks, his voice high.

“Bring the car into the alley, Bartowski. Now!”

Your head tips back as Casey returns to your side. As he kneels beside you, he lifts a hand to your neck to situate your head in line with your spine.

“I lost,” you mumble. “Guess I’ve been out of practice.”

“You weren’t good before,” Casey points out.

“Still better than Bosnia.”

“Stop talking,” Casey demands.

He pushes your chair away from the table and sits before your knees. Your face is bloody, but Casey is more concerned with the darkening fabric of your stolen dress.

“Yes or no, not a word more,” Casey instructs. “Did you get stabbed?”

“No.”

“Cut?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“No.”

Casey grumbles as he removes his jacket. He wraps his left arm around your shoulders to tip you forward. You fall onto his shoulder without trying to catch yourself, and Casey tightens his jaw until it aches. As he tips you back to tighten the sleeves of his jacket around your torso, he looks you over for any other injuries.

“That was stupid,” he snaps. “You never should have come in here alone. I knew better.”

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I did get this, though.”

You pass him your phone, with a tracker blinking as Mao travels toward his mansion purchased with blood money. Then, you extend a keychain with three silver keys.

“Store house, safe house…” Just as Casey thinks you won’t tell him what the third key is, you mumble, “And his enemy’s house.”

“Car’s ready,” Chuck calls as he walks in. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fantastic,” you answer. “Never felt better.”

“Is that blood loss or generic sarcasm?”

“She’s just annoying,” Casey answers.

He stands and pulls you into a bridal carry to get you to his car. If you weren’t feeling so disoriented, you’d realize that he must not hate you too much, or he wouldn’t let you get your blood all over his car.

“Hospital?” Chuck asks.

“Echo Park. Stab wound is a little hard to explain,” Casey explains grumpily, as usual.

“Not a stab wound,” you groan in the backseat. “Could you drive less like an old woman and more like an NSA agent trying to save his enemy?”

Chuck looks over at Casey, but he keeps his eyes on the road and his grip tight on the steering wheel.

“Get out,” Casey demands as he pulls into his assigned parking spot. “And keep your sister and Awesome away from the window, would you?” “I’m on it,” Chuck answers before running to Ellie’s door.

“Don’t die on me,” Casey requests as he pulls you into his arms again.

Your cheek presses against his chest as you reply, “Wouldn’t look good for a Major to let his temporary partner die, huh?”

Casey takes you into his place and lays you back to treat your wounds. You don’t say anything as he rips the center of your dress to clean the blood from your skin. With the cut visible, spanning your entire abdomen, Casey takes a deep breath before he begins stitching it closed. You inhale sharply as the first stitch is tightened but remain otherwise silent.

“Can you hear me?” Casey asks. “I’ll take that as a no,” he mumbles after you relax against the couch.

As he finishes taping a bandage over your stomach, he moves closer to examine the bloody scratches and bruises along your cheek and neck.

“Why are you helping me?” you mumble without opening your eyes.

“We’re working together,” Casey answers quickly.

“Wouldn’t have to if you’d just left.”

Casey wipes an alcohol-soaked cotton pad across your cheek. You hiss in pain, and for once, Casey tilts his chin in sympathy. You don’t see it, though, and assume he is only doing this for you because it is his job.

“Now that you saved my life, you can put in a request to never see me again,” you say.

“Again. I’ve saved you before,” Casey replies.

“Bosnia was your fault,” you grumble. “You just hate me enough to know that I’m good, so I’m worth keeping alive.”

“I never said I hate you,” Casey admits softly.

Your eyes snap open, and you turn your head to look at Casey. With the movement, your cheek falls into his hand as your eyes meet his. To anyone else, he’d look like your boyfriend comforting you, but you know better.

“Ellie and Awesome just left for the hospital,” Chuck calls as he walks inside.

“How did you get in?” Casey asks.

“Don’t worry about it. They may come by tomorrow, though.”

“Why?”

“I might have mentioned that you were helping your girlfriend. They asked where I had been and I said you needed a ride, and they wanted to know why, and it just came out!”

“Trust the biggest blabbermouth in the world, Larkin,” Casey mumbles.

“Mao is planning to kill Min Soojin,” you whisper. “I think I forgot to tell you that. He had the key to her house.”

Casey keeps his eyes on you as Chuck flashes behind you.

“Min Soojin is the wife of a Korean weapons trafficker,” Chuck says. “She’s set to be at a public event tomorrow night. Seems like a good opportunity to kill someone.”

“Go home, Chuck,” Casey says.

“But-“

“Go home. Be at Castle before work tomorrow.”

Chuck nods before he rushes out. Casey finishes securing a closure over a gash at your hairline before he stands.

“Sorry, Casey,” you say as you push yourself up to sit.

“It’s not entirely your fault.”

“Wow. Thanks for that.”

“How do you feel?”

“Better than Bosnia.”

You smile and Casey shakes his head. When you push yourself to stand, you grow dizzy and stagger. Casey catches your arms and pulls you against his chest to keep you upright.

“You sure about that?” Casey whispers.

“Unless you did this while I was unconscious and dying, yeah, this is better” you reply.

You look at Casey, only inches from his face as he holds you. He smooths his right thumb over the edge of the bandage under your torn dress before he pushes you toward a bedroom.

“What did you mean? When you said you never said you hated me,” you ask.

“I did say enemies,” Casey points out.

He makes sure you’re sitting firmly on the bed before he hands you a bag of clothes. They’re yours, presumably here as part of your cover.

“Regardless, no matter what I said yesterday or say tomorrow… thank you, Casey.”

Casey grunts once before he says, “Good night.”

“Good morning,” General Beckman greets.

The position of the camera makes Casey’s hand pressed against your back as support invisible. You lean against him, tired and sore, but grateful for all he has done for you. Whatever happens next, if you go back to how it was before or never see John Casey again, this moment is one you will remember.

“The mission was a success,” Casey informs. “We have Mao’s location and intel on a murder he plans to commit tonight, General.”

“Excellent, Major Casey. The three of you will continue following this through, then,” she replies.

“The three of us?” you ask.

“Agent Walker has run into a slight delay in her mission, and with your success last night, I have no doubt this team will remain successful in her absence.”

“I’m staying? For how long?”

“Indefinitely. You work well with the team. Keep me informed on Mao’s plan.”

The call ends, and you unconsciously lean closer to Casey. You notice and stand quickly, but his hand remains close to support you if necessary.

“Welcome back, then,” Chuck says.

“Are you okay with this?” you ask Casey.

“Just don’t get stabbed again,” he replies.

“Cut, not stabbed,” you remind him with a smile.

Casey growls as he turns away, but he watches you closely as he leaves. You’re his girlfriend now, you realize. It may only be a cover, but if you can flirt with him while pushing him to his limits, maybe last night wasn’t completely inconsequential.

“Let’s go!” Casey yells from the door.

“Coming, sweetie pie!” you call, overly sweet as you walk carefully up the stairs. “And don’t do a number twelve grunt.”

“That’s a good one!” Chuck adds. “Fondness barely concealed by annoyance.”

“Should’ve left both of you in the car,” Casey grumbles.

You slip your hand into his, and he looks at your joined hands. There’s no comment or grunt, though, and you’re surprised when he squeezes your hand as you enter the Buy More.

#hanna writes✯#john casey x reader #john casey x fem!reader #john casey imagine #john casey fic #john casey #chuck bartowski #nbc chuck #fem!reader #requests

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Do the Killer Frequency Men Respect Women?

I'm a woman and this is from my POV, therefore my words are gospel/j

Forrest Nash: Yeah he does. Not much to say here. Dude doesn't have misogynous bone in his body

Brian Ponty: I mean...if it gets him business then sure, why not. Just keep in mind that his respect's dubious at best

Maurice: On a good day, maybe. Idk he just seems kinda assholey but he's like that to anyone regardless of gender so meh

Murphy: I think he does, yeah. He seems like he wants to raise his son right, and a part of that includes how to respect women

Plunker: Listen, I know frat boys got their stereotypes, the main one being that they're kinda douchy. Luckily he is absolutely NOT that stereotype at all. He gets a certified "respects women"

Eugene: He does, but to a kinda toxic degree. I'm talking neglecting his own self respect and wellbeing and that's not okay. Know your worth Eugene

Roller Ricky: um YES. He 110% respects women. He's like Forrest: not a single misogynous bone in his body. Hell he doesn't have a single drop of misogyny in his blood. He gets ten certified "respects women"s

Chuck: eh could be either or. He's kinda bland. Then again I don't like assuming the worst in people so I'll say he does

Jason: He probably does. Casey seems like a respectable woman who wouldn't put up with a misogynistic asshole. Also he's friends with a woman. Kinda hard to see a misogynist doing that

John: He's an old guy, which means old values. However I don't think he's a misogynist. I just can't see it. I think he was raised knowing how to treat women which he carried through his life. There are still a couple of things he might need to learn tho

Henry Barrow: I can see him respecting women. It would seem weird if Marie didn't teach her son that. I mean yeah she did groom him into becoming a murderer but still. She probably wanted to raise him to be a respectable man like his father was

Teddy Gallows Jr: Haha NO! Are you kidding me? The dude's reeks of misogyny. He'd probably be an Andrew Tate fan shilling hustlers university 😂. That's why I put his bitch ass down here at the bottom where it belongs

In conclusion, with the exception of Teddy Gallows Jr., the Killer Frequency men respect women to at least some degree. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#why did I make this #why did I take time out of my night to make this 😂#killer frequency #killer frequency game #too many fucking characters so I'll just tag the ones that matter to me #forrest nash #roller ricky #henry barrow

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just so you know bc I don’t think enough people tell you this but every time I check your blog (a bit compulsively at this point? your compilations and opinions are very enlightening on the general psychology of those crazy motherfuckers and also the uhhhhhhhh other part) and see that you answered another ask I honestly break into the hugest grin and settle down at the next given opportunity to read the newest batssay (batsplat essay) like it’s an academic paper (it is to us sports scholars, I believe)… please never feel the need to cut short your thoughts on any subject. the longer the better! connect all the dots, bat! we are listening!!

thank youuuuu this is so sweet, I know this ask is a little older but trust whenever I get something kind in my inbox I very much read and appreciate it and it very much makes my day. and I love the term batssay. a lot

so I thought it'd be fun to do a follow up post to the casey/jorge/valentino one where I just dumped a bunch of photos with a wee bit of context... for the culture, y'know. and I'm doing this with just casey/valentino, mostly for 2007-09 but with one 2005 photo chucked in as. build-up. for flavour

we know from the #archives that the two of them did have like. a reasonably warm dynamic pre-casey's motogp debut. they'd talked... also at least one race where casey shows up to valentino's podium and chats to vale's crew chief and fellow aussie jb... I think about it often. what did it all mean

casey's first win!!! qatar 2007, very first race with ducati. he'd gotten very close to a win before - in his third ever premier class race at turkey, lost at the final chicane. casey's goals going into that first season with ducat had just been winning a few races... he notes that valentino congratulates him warmly, but reckons it's just because valentino didn't take him seriously as a threat, which. I don't think that quite stacks up with supplementary evidence from the time, but we'll allow it

one of my fave photos for a reason, idc it's sweet. I was trying to figure out when this photo was from through like, normal means of reverse image search, but then instead I had a horrifying moment of 'oh yeah I'm pretty sure I remember that specific presser backdrop is at mugello that year' and. I was right. which. god. anyway yeah mugello 2007 pre-event presser. by this point casey was 21 points clear in the championship standings

more mugello 2007!!! look at casey constantly sipping from his lil cup. this will have been after qualifying, where casey snagged pole. I'd forgotten valentino actually makes front row in qualifying because he makes a typically horrendous start. I'd also forgotten that this race is like. proper good. one of the best that year. slows down eventually but the first ten or so laps are some of the most exciting of the entire alien era

catalunya 2007, which unfortunately I also dated solely through the presser backdrop. idk I just like the vibes of this photo. anyway!! this race is ofc the one where casey won an all timer late race duel against valentino (+ dani). it is after this race that valentino said casey was, and I quote "riding like a god". a seminal moment

the championship is already extremely over by the time they get to estoril, but casey still needs to formally wrap it up: this is his first match point race. depicted here is valentino getting one of his few Ws that season. an account of this event: “valentino was playing table football in the yamaha hospitality and somebody spotted casey outside. so they invited him for a challenge. it was all good fun”

motegi 2007. valentino had managed to put off the inevitable the race before and temporarily stopped casey from sealing the title, taking his last win of the season (cool duel with dani in that one). but motegi... well honestly it's just a bit of a flop all round, nobody's bike is working the way they want it to, casey seals the title with his worst result all season of a sixth place (the horror) and in his autobiography he was kinda like 'well I was very happy but also. meh race' (I paraphrase). but really, who cares, he had his title

bit of a time skip!! after both of them have put their sketch early 2008's behind them, the pair of them had a proper fun fight at catalunya for p2. a continuation of the battle the year before with valentino once again coming from lower down the field, this time he gets the better of casey. still, things are finally looking up at ducati... and the post-catalunya test might be enough to put casey right back in title contention. the above photo is from donington, where casey confirms the progress ducati made by winning his first race of the season after the opener in qatar

still donington, both of them watching each other etc etc. valentino is in a much better place than the year before, given both casey's rough start to the season and how they're both now on the same tyres. but it's not a good sign if casey's hitting his stride... at assen, valentino makes his one mistake of the year and crashes on the first lap, remounting to finish eleventh (he still beats casey's teammate melandri). this puts dani in the championship lead - and with casey's second win in a row, he is now very much closing in

look at them chatting here!! cute imo. this is casey's third win in a row, at the rainy sachsenring. dani crashes out from a few miles in the lead - while casey had stayed sensible and brings it home for a pretty straightforward victory. valentino needed to fight his way through from further down the field and in the end he loses too much time to put any serious pressure on casey, but it's still damage limitation and he retakes the championship lead from dani (who will miss the next race due to an injury sustained in the crash). and yet, momentum really is firmly on casey's side now... and the rest of the calendar does looks like pretty casey-friendly territory. next up, they're headed to a race track where casey had won very comfortably the year before. would he seal his fourth consecutive win at laguna?

now with my sincere apologies to casey stoner, every photo that came out of laguna 2008 is objectively pretty funny. I have limited myself to a mere two podium photos, but lbr there's a full collection. casey had already rejected valentino's handshake in parc fermé - which some might have taken as a social cue to give him some space. whereas valentino, local dickhead, just will not stop yapping at casey on the podium. this is quite possibly as genuinely delighted as he gets after a race, and it's simply a beautiful contrast with casey who is not quite rude enough to actually tell valentino to shut the fuck up - but may be fantasising about pushing valentino off the podium. this, to me. is art

gather around body language experts, we need to have a conversation. this is at the pre-event presser of the race immediately after laguna, aka brno. by this point, casey's less than flattering remarks about valentino's riding at laguna had already been distributed near and far... everyone's been talking about them, people have Opinions. the captions for these photos are all something along the lines of 'stoner extends olive branch to rossi to apologise for his post-race comments after losing laguna'. now, I don't know if he literally is apologising in these actual photos - though of course he did publicly walk back his comments, saying all riders can react badly to losses and that he'd overreacted when he'd said he'd lost respect for valentino. he has since walked back his walking back, doubling down on his criticisms of valentino's comportment at laguna

still, for all the talk that the feud properly started after laguna, it's kind of fun to have the presser immediately after it showing... well, it does look like casey is actively engaging valentino in conversation, right? whether he's apologising or not - this isn't just valentino yapping at him, if anything it's the reverse. laguna had been right before the summer break, so casey had been given a month to cool off... and also be viciously criticised by the press. brutal, isn't it? it's not just the loss that sucks, it's also being excoriated by the press and fans for having the audacity to get mad over it. is all of this just him being forced into pretending to play nice to get the press to leave him alone? were there any genuine regrets over his laguna comments? what ARE the vibes between them like at this time? what story do these photos tell us

casey went on to crash out of this race from the lead, the first time he had done so in the premier class and his first dnf with ducati after their one and a half seasons together. when he crashed, he'd had a fairly comfortable lead over valentino - though valentino was steadily closing in, and the commentators were already rubbing their hands in anticipation of another laguna

the next race is at misano - and casey is struggling with an old hand injury, see the bandages in the photo. the previous year had been the first time valentino had gotten the chance to race at this circuit, so close to his home... but he'd suffered a mechanical dnf, not his first or last in a frustrating season. this year, everything is different - and casey once again crashes out of the lead as valentino takes victory in front of his worshipful home fans

another trip to america, this time for indy: their first time racing at the track. after the double whammy of brno and misano, casey's title charge is essentially over... but you never know, right? indy kinda gives off the vibe of being a good casey track

in the end, the race is extremely wet and very, very windy and is eventually red-flagged. because of how many laps they still have to go, it is initially unclear whether they would restart... at which point first valentino (who was leading), then casey (in fourth) go to dorna ceo ezpeleta to tell him they have less than zero interest in going out in that weather again. a beautiful moment of solidarity - long live the power of unionising, capable of overcoming even the bitterest of feuds. blast the internationale over the footage, I've seen enough. the race is called off and valentino wins his fourth consecutive race

by the time they get to phillip island, valentino has already won the title, courtesy of his fifth consecutive win at motegi - the same circuit casey had won the title at the year before and the home race of valentino's old enemies at honda. a couple of nice photos of jorge congratulating his teammate and casey spraying vale with champagne here. casey, known phillip island goat, would of course finally end valentino's win streak at that circuit, which is where the photos are from. idk they're fun to me, like this is still not that long after laguna. I'm aware being able to chat normally with your coworkers and share a smile with them isn't normally that high a bar, but canonically valentino has been known to completely blank some of his rivals. it's not like casey is particularly cold towards valentino either, eh

case in point. this is from sepang 2008. #TheEstablishment does not want you to know casey and valentino canonically still regularly yapped in pressers post laguna. they won't silence me. sepang was valentino's last win of this season, after a good scrap with dani - and the season is rounded off with a casey victory at valencia

jerez 2009, where valentino gets past casey with a block pass at the final corner on his way to victory. unlike in 2005, he actually manages to not barrel into his rival. this is just a fantastic photo... I don't even have much to say about it. a+ vibes

a lot of the photos from this season were already included in the jorge/valentino/casey post, which reflects how casey wasn't consistently a factor in the same way the other two were. this one's from assen, the race right after catalunya when all three of them were tied on 106 points. very good side eye here, excellent job casey. unfortunately, casey is now in mystery illness territory - and he can't really compete with the two frontrunners in this stretch of the season

this is the first race after casey's return to competition - valentino goes up to casey after qualifying at estoril to congratulate him for his front row grid position. casey would win an early race scrap with valentino in the race itself, eventually finishing second behind jorge and swiftly silencing all the people who had declared him mentally weak and done for in his absence. a race that brought back suspense to that year's championship

phillip island 2009, another important moment in the canon where I've limited myself to just the one photo. casey wins just his second race back - and he also hugs vale pretty warmly in parc fermé. jorge was kind enough to crash in the opening lap, meaning valentino can very much be pleased with a second place here

and at sepang, valentino seals the title, while casey wins another race. casey ended up crashing in the warm-up lap of valencia, apparently due to an issue with the tyre warming? just kinda... the general vibe of his 2009, really. valentino closes off the season with another podium at his least favourite track, while dani takes the win

anyway after that they spent three years getting into increasingly. dumb arguments. like. so dumb. by the end of 2012 you feel you're killing your brain cells by even engaging with this stuff. it's beyond undignified. there's zero competitive justification, but they just couldn't shut up about each other. that being said, they're still capable of doing a small talk with each other even during the dark years, so that's something. maybe one day they'll finally be able to get that dinner and talk about all the good times

#get that green line test freak on twitter on the brno 2008 photos imo #nnngghhhh such a sweet comment truly anon... it really is appreciated i love seeing lovely stuff in my inbox #it's just my average response rate is. y'know #//#brr brr #batsplat responds #the important thing about this rivalry is you need the moment where you clock casey actually enjoys talking with valentino #which is notable insofar as casey. uh. actually extremely does not enjoy talking to a lot of people. like that's a born misanthrope #it just really adds to the tension of that rivalry #casey's stance on valentino is that he's The Actual Devil but also a pretty nice guy. which... well he's not wrong is he #other valentino rivals aren't enlightened enough to hold both of these opinions simultaneously but casey. casey has them all beat

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Friends fight too

all turtles x fem!reader (platonic, best friend relationships)

summary: friends fight all the time and sometimes it gets a bit too far

A/N: this is probably my, like, 5th angst fanfic of these turtles. told ya im the expert when it's angst; i like to break people's hearts ;)

"the best fights don't occur between strangers. they occur between friends who trust each other." - chuck palahniuk

It was a cool simple Tuesday night when the turtles and you went out for your patrol. You're a still in training to become part of their team as a female ninja - a kunoichi. You've trained under their watch and Splinter's but mostly Splinter. The turtles, when not occupied to save the city under Chief Vincent's order, would train you.

Even Mikey. Yes. His classes aren't easy to catch up especially when he's hyped about you joining their team. He makes sure you eat enough so you can build a muscle.

"Don't be as bad as Raph, though." He said one time and with sharp ears, Raph threw a spare shoe at Mikey's head and knocked him over.

Almost 9 months into training, you were 87% ready according to Donnie's statistics. A week or two and you'll be 100% ready depending on your confidence.

Whoever said ninjutsu was easy, they're nuts. Here you are in your early 20s learning extensive martial arts, you are sure your legs are going to give out the moment you're in real combat.

Which is happening right now - Donnie's monitors picked up movements from a factory 10 minutes from their whereabouts and Casey Jones, who is now the NYPD's lead detective, contacted them that there was a gang infiltrated the place. The turtles responded.

"We'll be there by truck." Leo informed Casey and turned to you, "Head back to the lair."

"Wait, I'm not going with you? I'm almost full-on kunoichi."

"It's too dangerous, y/n. You're not ready for this combat yet."

"So I head straight to the lair after my 9-5 job to do my training despite being in my 20s and busted my ass doing the training and you're benching me? What the fuck, Leo?" You were pissed. What's the point of training so hard if he's pushing you away from real combat?

"Guys, we have to go." Donnie called. Without further arguments, you ended up following them to their mission.

Part of you was excited but deep down, you were nervous. Perhaps Leo was right; maybe you weren't 100% ready and into the mission.

"You okay, angel?" Mikey interrupted your thoughts and nudged your knee. "It's alright, I'll protect you! Just stay behind my back and fight as many bad people as you can!"

Oh, that much you could do and it was easy bringing down human fighters. There were 30 of them against 5 of you. It was a piece of cake until-

Whatever these gang wanted to retrieve, it was important to them as they're willing to hold down 4 large turtles and cut their skin with their blades while you stood there with a grey suitcase in your hand, threatening to throw it into a pit of fire below you. Above you was a gap to the rooftop, a chance for you to escape with the suitcase to your reinforcements outside waiting for you; Casey.

You were about to escape until you see their leader taking out a shotgun that brings down large animals and you knew it was enough to kill the turtles with one shot. Their shells may be bulletproof but their physical bodies weren't.

"Give us the suitcase, little girl, or your mutant friend's head will explode in pieces." The gun pointed at Mikey's head and he exclaimed, trying to struggle his way out but there were more than 5 men holding him down.

"Run, y/n! Get out of here!" Raph shouted but all you heard was ringing in your ears. You froze. You started wheezing at the thought of your friends getting taken down by a shotgun.

You made a huge mistake.

You didn't remember a thing - as soon as your mind was clear, you were outside the now burnt down factory but the suitcase you thought you were holding was gone. Your fists formed into a ball and repeatedly hitting yourself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The ride back to the lair was dead silent, even Mikey didn't look too happy. The truck abruptly stopped at an empty undercross bridge, away from the main lights and city. The turtles stepped outside and this was it; you knew they were furious at something- or rather, someone.

"What the heck were you thinking, y/n? You had that suitcase with you and you had that chance to escape to Casey." Leo started, calm on the outside but pissed on the inside. He towered over you as he speaks, "If you didn't play hero, this case would've been closed."

"Why the heck did you stay up there?" Raph's critic came after.

"Now the suitcase is gone. It was our only source to ever find these gangs. They're tougher than the foot clan." Donnie remained calm but his arms were crossed staring at you. "All evidence of them existing, just gone."

"y/n.." no, not Mikey too. "You could've ran and save yourself. We'd be totally okay."

"They were gonna shoot you, Mike. I can't--"

"Didn't I say you weren't ready for this? And what did you do then? Full-on kunoichi, you say? Not even close to our level," Leo went up to your face, scaring you for the first time. "You screwed up our plans all because you were too cocky to admit you can't be like us. Master Splinter was wrong about you being the addition to our team."

Strike one: to the heart.

"If you weren't stupid enough to freeze like a deer caught in headlights, the cops wouldn't look at us like we're a joke. Thanks to you, by the way." Raph scoffed, eyes glaring at your shaking figure.

Strike two.

"If only you had stayed behind." You couldn't believe your ears when Donnie mumbled that but you caught on, tears pooling down your cheeks.

Strike three.

Mikey stayed silent the whole time they criticized you and went inside the truck. The 4 of them got so caught up in their own feelings and disappointment, they drove off back to the lair not realizing they left you behind in the streets all by yourself.

Just like that - something in you snapped and as the last tear dropped to the wet ground, so does your body.

The beautiful April O'Neil entered the lair 5 days after the accident happened with Chinese food takeouts and Casey walking in behind her with boxes of pizzas. "Hey, guys! Food's here!" Casey called out and immediately all 4 turtles rushed towards their human friends. Mikey practically hogged two pizza boxes but Casey smacked his hand away. "Excuse you. Ladies first." He winked at April.

After the turtles thanked them, Leo broke the ice, "How's everything at the precinct, Case?"

"Actually, we got a lead on the gang's movement. We have our spy with them."

"That was quick." Donnie commented.

"Uh, have you heard from y/n lately?" Raph asked, causing tension in the air. While the turtles looked at each other guiltily, they failed to realize Casey and April sharing looks.

"Have you?" Donnie realized his human friends weren't answering. He turned to April this time. "April?"

"Wait-" Casey pulled April aside, far enough so the turtles don't hear them whispering, "We were instructed not to tell them, April. She said-"

"I know.. she said not to tell but--"

"Guys!" Raph's voice boomed the lair, flinching at how loud he was being. "Sorry but are you hiding something from us? Did something happen to y/n?"

All April could do right now was shaking her head, her facial expression gloomed.

Both April and Casey's phone dinged at the same time. Looking at each other curiously, they looked down their phones. Slowly, the message registered in their heads and without saying anything, they rushed out of the lair leaving the turtles bewildered.

The turtles haven't heard from April and Casey for 2 hours. Whatever the message they received, it was involving their 5th member; you.

Unable to sit still, the 4 of them followed Casey's GPS.

"Casey's at the PD?" Leo frowned. "Then there's nothing to worry about, right?" When Donnie didn't answer and looked as if he's concentrating on something, Leo caught on. "You hacked into Casey's phone and listening to the conversation?"

"What-- uhh yeah," Donnie chuckled guiltily. "But nothing's happening. He's just catching up with another case that's-- hey, it's April's voice!" Donnie put on a speaker for the rest to hear.

"Hey, how's everything going?" Casey asked her.

"It doesn't look good, Case.. They called me at 2am saying her heartbeat stopped from the toxins and managed to revive her back to life but then she had a seizure." April's voice trembled, followed by sniffing. "She was fine when we picked her up that night and told me the turtles were mad at her. They left her when she was dying, Case. I never thought--"

"It's okay."

"Wait, dying?" Mikey stepped back. "y/n's dying?"

"We don't know for sure it's y/n.. m-maybe it's--"

"y/n is a tough girl. She lasted long in that mission. I didn't even know she was stabbed and injured badly. She-- she's good at hiding her pain, April. At least we found her on time."

"T-They're talking about y/n!" Mikey was already sobbing.

"Toxins? Stabbed? Their blades were poisoned," Donnie barely whispered, stepping back in disbelief by what they just overhead. Raph was pacing in the background; Leo had his head down. They will always recall the night they criticize you - yes, they were disappointed they failed the mission but half of them feared for your life that night.

They nearly lost April to Shredder throwing her off Sacks building and they didn't want to repeat that mistake again but history repeats itself.

The PD had built a secret entry for the turtles' transportation to go through and that's where they're headed immediately after finding out what happened to you.

"Chief Vincent." The brothers walked into the PD, their tall forms towering over all the cops and staffs there. They were told to keep their existence a secrecy and they came over a lot for complicated missions so they're used to the turtles bursting into their department.

"Leonardo," Vincent greeted. "I don't remember calling you over about a case."

"We're not here for a case. We need your help with something." Leo started, then Donnie moved to the front handing her a canister with a blue chemical inside.

"This is for y/n.. we know what happened to her so I made an antidote for the toxin in her body. She'd feel more pain but this would detoxify her internal organs. She'll be in good shape after 1 week of bed rest." Donnie swallowed trying not to cry.

Don't cry, Don. Be strong.. for y/n.

"I will." Chief Vincent smiled in encouragement and put a hand on Donnie's large ones, "Don't worry. We have the best doctors to treat her. Keep her in your prayers," she flinched, "if you believe in those, though."

The antidote Donnie created worked, much to the doctors' surprise. They asked the genius behind the creation. After 1 painful week of your body detoxing, you finally opened your eyes to bright lights and the holter monitor annoying you. You finally recall the past events and your body shot up, forgetting the sharp pain on your lower abdomen. You hissed by the excruciating feeling.

"y/n, hey hey hey, it's me April." April held you back from moving so much. As if your reaction says it all, she sighed, "You got poisoned on your last mission. Did you remember?"

Oh yeah, you remember - when your body hit the ground, you were conscious for a while and pressed the emergency button to whoever's responding. The turtles didn't have their own personal phone, except Donnie's communication device, so it was April that came to the rescue. All you remember was being brought to the emergency room and doctors asking you questions. You blacked out after that.

"Yeah." you responded, voice half gone. April handed her water. "How long was I out?"

"15 days."

"Feels like centuries." You grumbled.

April laughed, "Actually, you died like twice and the hospital couldn't find other solutions to help you. Luckily, our friend created an antidote for you after they found out." You frowned. "I know you said not to tell them but Donnie hacked Casey's phone when they overheard me talking. He actually thought I didn't know." She winked at the end.

You finally got discharged and went straight to the Chief Vincent, who helped with your treatment.

"Chief, I'm sorry I screwed up on our last mission. Don't blame the turtles; they were trapped and I was the one holding the suitcase that night. I should've ran and hand it to you."

"Well, sometimes things don't go our way. But the good news, our medical team managed to track down the poison that came from your body and traced it to a well-known dealer in (F/C/N). Thanks to you, our team is already there apprehending them." She put a hand on your shoulder. "Good job, l/n."

"Good job but at the cost of my life." You grumbled.

April chuckled and put her arms around you. "Wanna see our turtle friends? They've been waiting for your return."

It felt like years since you last walked into the lair, when it's only been 15 days. Even though you missed the turtles, you were anxious. If they weren't so concerned about looking good infront of the humans and paid attention to your injury, none of this would have happened.

But you were at fault too and you accepted that.

"Guys!! Guess who's home!" April yelled out, surprising you a bit cause you were deep in your thoughts.

You heard loud footsteps running towards you and without warning, Mikey landed infront of you making you scream in surprise.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, it's me Mikey! We're cool!" he stepped back after seeing your terrified expression.

The rest huddled up infront of you asking questions here and there until April pushed them away. "Guys, she just got discharged; go back a bit. And no Mikey, she did not see Rihanna at the hospital."

You waved meekly. "Hey, guys."

Raph couldn't help himself and hauled you up in a gentle hug, his chin over your shoulder. "You dumbass. Don't you ever do that again." He forgets about his dignity and sobbed after finally hugging you. Feeling your flesh against his. You were alive. You're in his arms.

Donnie came next and hugged you gently, your arms around his neck. Of course, you didn't miss him sniffing. "Thank goodness the antidote worked. I-I was desperate to make it for you a-and if it didn't work, y-y-y--"

"Okay, braniac." You pulled away laughing, wiping his overflowing tears from his cheek. "It worked and it was hell for me but my body is healthy, thanks to you." You kissed his forehead.

"And you--" you turned around to see Mikey waiting for his hug and you jumped into his arms. "If I die, who's going to finish our hip hop Christmas album?"

"I'm not finishing it without you, angel." Mikey sobbed.

Then finally, Leo. Man, he was getting antsy waiting for his turn to properly welcome you home. And apologize to you earnestly. When you turned around to hug Leo, he was bowing 90 degrees at you. Your eyes widened.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Leo remained still in his position. "I was angry and blinded by my pride that I overlooked my own team member and sister who was injured badly to the brink of death. For that, I'm truly sorry and I'm willing to accept any punishment you're giving me."

"Any punishment, you say?"

"Yes." His fists shaped into a ball.

"Buy me Baskin Robbins, choco mint flavoured and--" Leo looked up when you paused and thought he'd be seeing you angry or upset but instead sees you forming tears in your eyes, "--a hug from you. I haven't gotten a hug from you ever since I started my training."

Leo reacted and hugged you so tight you might suffocate to death but you didn't care.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt angst #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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ducktracy · 8 days

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whats ur opinion on dean elliot's scores for chuck jones's MGM shorts and the dr. seuss specials depatie-freleng made? i feel like he's an underrated composer and he needs more attention JUST how radically different his work was from eugene podanny (but still has charm)

IF NOTHING ELSE, his work is VERY amusing to me LOL. i actually haven't really paid attention to the Poddany scores that much to really fully differentiate between him and Elliot (Eugene Poddany is still the "he scored The Wearing of the Grin for some reason!" guy to me, i have a lot of revisiting to do in regards to Jones' T&J shorts).

i'm not really gung-ho on his music on the regular, but i am certainly fascinated by it. i always associate him with very '70s sounding choruses (which i am a bit nostalgic for, we'd watch Seuss on the Loose every year in elementary school for Dr. Seuss week and so songs like this and the flavor profile within are very nostalgic to me LOL) and i wholly admire the campiness for that reason. this is what i think of when i think of Dean Elliot, songs that sound like they play as radio jingles for Casey Kasem

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AND, i will give him further credit, the only thing i can remember from A Connecticut Rabbit in King Arthur's Court besides the baffling decision to have Porky read a newspaper for about a minute straight--which is even excessive for me and i do not say that lightly--is the wah-wah guitars and disco-adjacent music stylings for... a 6th century jousting fight?

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i'm moreso fascinated by his work than actually a fan/like it, but i genuinely admire the campiness

(ALSO if you’re on mobile and the timestamps don’t work, it’s 0:50 and 17:25 respectively)

#anonymous #asks

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hearts4johncasey · 5 months

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Even more Chuck characters as stuff from pinterest but this time its just Chuck + Casey

(And one that's just casey cause it wouldn't fit in the last post)

#john casey #adam baldwin #chuck #nbc chuck #chuck bartowski #chuck 2007 #zachary levi

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nani-nonny · 6 months

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Um… minor spoilers for the general idea of how (a)paf ch.7 may go, although this is a deleted scene that I have already replaced

Main reason it was deleted was due to the difficulties I had trying to get to the parts I wanted. It wouldn’t flow in the right direction, the action was bland, and there wasn’t much going on. But I thought it’d be fun to share because writing is hard and I didn’t want to let 1k words go to waste :D

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“Case!” Leonardo calls out and nearly jumps through the window pane when he notices the majority of the Foot beeline in his direction.

They all scramble over one another, fighting tooth and nail to capture the mutant who stole the key.

Leonardo curses under his breath and calls out to the teen who is surrounded by numerous ninja, pulling out a modified hockey stick. The chainsaw on the end of the stick revs, challenging the surrounding ninja to step closer. The elder slider grabs the two teens and calls out to CJ, “Outside!”

The teen nods in response and tugs his mask back on, revving his chainsaw and swinging it at the Foot.

Leonardo can’t wait a second longer as a paper star is thrown in his direction, but just before it expands into a paper ninja, he grabs it and chucks it at the incoming Foot. He kicks the face of a ninja that barely made it to the window pane, sending them flying back into the crawling pile of Foot. He grabs the teens again and jumps off the roof.

“Wait!” Leo shouts in a panic and swings his sword, opening a portal below that pops them out to the ground below.

Leonardo lands on his feet, but collapses to his knee from the impact. His wound pulses painfully, reminding him of its presence and punishing him for such strain on his body. He releases the teens to hold his wound tightly, as if doing so will keep him from falling apart.

Leo waves his hands in the air, dangerously swinging his sword without a care in the world as he asks, “What was that? Your kid’s right there and you run away?”

Wincing, the elder slider rises to his feet and lightly massages his wound before finally letting it go. Leonardo unsheaths his sword and swings it once to test it out for any abnormalities as he answers, “Open area. It’s safer for you that way. And it’s a faster getaway.”

He starts to formulate a plan in his mind, taking into account that the Foot know he’s familiar with their “traitorous” new recruit. They won’t let Casey go so easily, especially now that they have a chance to get back at him for stealing their key. But he won’t let them hurt a single hair on CJ, or any of the kids for that matter. If he plays his cards right, he can open a portal for them all to retreat safely without anyone getting hurt.

A chaste chirp breaks Leonardo from his thoughts and he sees the baby’s hand reaching out of the sling. This time, she’s not allowing Leonardo to tuck her back in as she squirms with all the strength she can muster.

She chirps high-pitched and like an alarm, but so upset. And it upsets Leonardo in turn for hearing such a sound from the small thing.

The elder slider frowns, wondering where this feeling is coming from.

Her small head peeks out for the sling, reintroducing her to the world and her vibrant yellow stripe and matching red stripes. Her expression reflects Leonardo’s, until she makes eye contact and her frown melts away to the brightest smile.

She chirps again, high-pitched as the last but happier. She’s ecstatic to see him… but why? Why does it seem like she knows him better than he knows her?

Leonardo swallows nervously as she reaches her tiny hand to his scarf. Her tiny fist opens and closes as if begging for him to come close.

Why…? Who is he to her? What does she know that he doesn’t?

A heavy symphony of thumps and painful groans snaps Leonardo from his locked gaze on the baby. He follows the sound to see numerous Foot spill from the doorway and the rooftop. They’re scrambling to their feet, desperate to reach the mutant turtles that stand off to the far side.

Leonardo looks down at the baby one more time, stares at her wide eyes that look up at him so much familiarity. Not now. He attempts to tuck her in again, but this time she protests.

The baby snarls and frantically slaps his hand away with small smacks. She chirps angrily, nearly growling with as much ferocity as her tiny body can muster.

It’s enough to incite a muffled giggle from Mikey and a roll of the eyes from Leo.

“Just stay back, old man. Mikey and I will take care of it,” Leo orders the elder and takes a step forward when one Foot manages to squeeze out of the fallen pile and runs in their direction.

Mikey pulls out his kusari-fundo and swings it, warming it up as Leo takes the lead. The young slider runs straight for the pile of Foot, he easily slips by the front runner and slides in front of the pile to open a portal where the Foot fall from the rooftop. The box turtle begins flinging the Foot from the doorway beyond the rooftop, taking them from the ground to the skies in one swing of his chains.

Several Foot fall into the portal, unable to catch themselves on anything but each other. Each one soon finds themselves flailing in a panic within the shores of the ocean. They wave their arms in an attempt to warm their fellow Foot to stop falling through the portal.

Leo snickers and looks back at his future counterpart, a smug look on his face that showed how confident he was in his abilities. He wants his future counterpart to see that he’s not just some kid to ignore like the baby, that he’s worth it. He’s worth the attention and the respect, but when he sees the elder’s disappointed frown, his smirk falters.

Why? What am I doing wrong?

Leo’s brows furrow and he closes the portal, watching as the rest of the Foot fall and crumble on the ground.

Mikey’s movements slow when he sees Leo’s portal close. One Foot ninja slips from Mikey’s slowing defenses and lunges through the gaps, running directly for the elder slider.

Mikey glances in Leo’s direction, about to question his brother, but turns to Leonardo and calls out, “Look out!”

But the assistance isn’t needed, much to Mikey’s surprise, as Leonardo simply grabs the Foot ninja’s wrist and flips them onto the ground. The elder places his foot onto the enemy’s back and reminds Mikey, “Don't worry about me. Focus on what’s in front of you.”

Mikey releases a surprised squeak when he notices the pile has grown far larger than seconds ago.

#(accidentally) played American football with my newborn #rottmnt #rottmnt snippet #rottmnt future leo #future leo au

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mondodisco · 6 months

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Time for some Chuck headcanons I came up with in my free time because I’m obsessed over these silly spy show. SPOILERS FOR S4 ON THE FIRST ONE AND THE FOR SEASON 3 ON THE FOURTH ONE

• Casey accompanied Sarah down the aisle

• John Casey not only was a choir boy, he was that one kid who always got the best solos because of how angelic his voice sounded

• Casey is a bottom. This is not really a headcanon but I’m still putting it here because people need to know WE’VE ALL SEEN HIM TIED UP TO THAT BED

• (Spoilers here!) after becoming a spy, Morgan trained every day on Wii sports resort in that sword game where you have to knock your enemy down the platform. He’s not good at it because he always preferred Kirby Adventureland.

• Morgan and Casey definitely play one of those competitive mobile games like ruzzle or Wordzee and it’s just their thing

• The reason Casey knows all Star Wars is because Morgan and Chuck tricked him into watching it because there was “war” in the title. Morgan was actually the first one who spoiled it to him accidentally while commenting and Casey did not forget that.

• When Sarah worked at Weinerlicious she brought dinner for everyone on missions

• It’s not like Casey doesn’t like physical contact, it’s that he doesn’t like it coming from other people because for someone who hates being touched he surely likes standing 2 inches from someone’s face while whispering things and grabbing them

• Lester and Jeff aren’t actually hired, they just showed up pretending to work there one day and it miraculously worked because Big Mike is too lazy to check if they actually deserve a paycheck

• Lester and Jeff once catfished one another on a dating app, Lester to try and get pussy and Jeff for probably highly illegal reasons

• When they met up they thought that the other was trying to ruin their date because of jealousy and hugged each other in friendship. To this day they still don’t know the truth.

• Morgan’s mother is a hardcore Jeffster fan.

Ok I’m done for now, add more if you want!

#chuck #chuck bartowski #nbc chuck #charah #john casey #chuck casey #casey #morgan grimes #morgan #Chuck Morgan #chuck sarah #sarah walker #jeff chuck #jeffrey barnes #jeffster #lester chuck #lester patel #big mike #Chuck big Mike

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alltheyearsblog · 29 days

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Snack

Can also be read here on ao3

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The flop Leonardo does on the couch is a glorious one.

It’s the kind where your full body weight just comes down and you feel every muscle just melt, and the air expels out of your lungs fully before taking in a fresh breath in the new found comfort.

It was an odd Friday night where absolutely nothing was waging for his attention. Earlier in the week there had been some chaotic patrols with the Purple Dragons, but in an effort to try to evade the turtles they had accidentally moved into a section of New York that the Mutanimals had just freshly relocated to. Slash was more than happy to take this off the brothers’ plate as it allowed them to get in some much needed exercise while learning the new terrain of their home base. Things had otherwise been quiet in their neck of the woods so it seemed as good a time as any to call an evening off from general patrol. Which of course meant that Raph and Casey went out anyway, just to find ways to fulfill their own agenda, while Mikey (and by extension everybody else) was excitedly starting cooking lessons with Murakami san. Donnie had invited April over, but they would be staying in, but had suggested maybe the three of them could crash together on the couch and watch reruns of whatever show.

Which quite honestly, sounded perfect to Leo.

Don’s lab doors slide open, and he hops down towards the tv area with laptop in hand . As he passes Leo, he grabs one of the many pillows and chucks it at his brother, toothy smile erupting when Leo makes a satisfactory ooof sound.

“Don’t get too comfy, April is going to be here in a minute.”

Leo grunts at his brother. “April lived here for close to three months, I will get as comfy as I please.”

The response makes Donnie roll his eyes. “Uh huh, but we’re supposed to spend time together. At least say hi before you pass out.”

Leo whips the pillow back toward Don, who bats it down with ease and a smile before settling his laptop down. “Alright, Leonardo, I’m going to the kitchen to grab snacks and drinks, want anything in particular?”

The Blue turtle smiles appreciatively “Thanks Dee. I think MIkey grabbed some bags of popcorn on his last snack run, and I’ll take whatever soda is in the fridge.”

“I’ll take one too if the offer is going around!” April’s voice floats in. The brothers look up and see her hopping over the turnstiles. She glides with grace over the pit and slides in the space next to Leo.

“Your wish is my command, Miss O’Neil.” Donnie does a little flourish and a bow before heading off to the kitchen. Leo reaches over to the pile of blankets on the end of the couch, tossing one to April and grabbing one for himself. He asks her how her day was and by the time Donnie returns with the tray laden with the goods, she’s deep in tell Leo about how insufferable fraternity rush week has been and she’s kind of glad Casey decided to do trade school.

“Either he would get wrapped up in the whole process, or he would be causing so much chaos for them. Probably the later.” April groans. Don places the drinks and a large bowl of popcorn on the table before turning and handing a smaller bowl to Leo.

“Probably the latter.” Leo agrees, accepting the bowl from his brother. Donnie, in his tendency to pay attention to every detail, had already placed a spoon in the bowl. Leo hums his appreciation as he uses the utensil to stir the kernels of fluff around before scooping a bite up.

“Uh, Leo?”

Leo, in a rare instance of getting to enjoy being a teenager, unceremoniously shoves a large spoonful of popcorn in his mouth. “Yussh, Aphil?”

“Are…” The red-head pauses for just a moment, a smirk just pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Are you eating popcorn with a spoon?”

Leo shoves another spoonful in just to make it clear that he is, in fact, doing just that.

“Don’t knock it until you try it April,” Donnie settles in the space on the other side of his brother, his own popcorn bowl with spoon at the ready. “It really is quite a genius technique.”

A giggle slips out from April. “But isn’t the whole point of popcorn that it's finger food?”

Leo swallows his current bite. “Yes, technically you are right. But I don’t like how greasy it makes my fingers feel. Or dusty in this case.” He holds up the bowl with the cheddar dusted kernels. “So, a spoon makes perfect sense.”

“Popcorn is a grain,” Donnie offers up, “So you can technically consider it a cereal.”

Leo snorts at that, and April levels Donnie a look.

“Mikey came up with that?”

“Mikey came up with that.” The brothers agree in tandem.

April rubs at her eyes. “Please don’t tell me he ate a bowl of it with milk.”

“Actually,” Donatello swallows, “It’s worse than that.”

“What could possibly be worse?”

Leo pulls a face. “He used queso.”

There is a quiet beat before April’s face twists in disgust. “I’m actually sorry I asked.” A long suffering sigh comes from their sister where she sits on the couch. “So, this has always been something you’ve done?”

Leo shrugs a little as he uses the spoon to push the fluffy, popped grain around. “I guess so? Mikey loves the stuff, and everytime we sit down to watch a show or a movie he absolutely insists on having it. But I would pass on it, which made Mikey pout and Raph give me grief for being so fastidious.” Leo waves the spoon at April. “So, I compromised.”

“Huh.” April responses. She adjusts her blanket and nestles down further. “Hey, whatever works to maintain the peace.” She lets out another little giggle before picking up the remote. “So, guys, what are we watching?”

It takes a bit of heated argument over their favorites, but in the end they settle on Crognard. The perfect kind of mindless tv to fill their evening, which turns out to be exactly what Leo needed. There isn’t a concern in the world, just snacks and family and dumb barbarians. The kind of night where his mind can be shut off but his spirit warmed with blessing.

And if the next time they have a rerun night that has April eating her popcorn with a spoon of her own accord, he won’t say anything about it.

#Teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #hamato leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt april #tmnt fanfic

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