#I think I’m a Casey blog now

[hamburgrr]

Shocking to no one: I drew some Caseys today.

[mickeyswhore]

I'm Gonna Kill You

A/N: My first time posting a fic in this brand new side blog, if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging it and if you want more you can follow me.

Summary: Randy is your best friend in the entire world, Billy doesn't enjoy the power he has over you and decides to do something about it.

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: toxicity all around, a splash of daddy kink, filming without consent, a little bit of degradation, death (I mean it's Scream) but nothing gory, let me know if I missed anything else.

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GIF by @coppoladelrey.

You and Randy were born on the same day, your mothers went to High School together so the two of you were bound to become best friends. Your friendship with Randy is great, the two of you spend most of the time together and you barely ever fought. There is one massive problem in your life and you weren’t even aware of, Randy loves you, he loved you since you stood up for him in kindergarten but you were obvious to his love, Randy was happy to be just your friend but that doesn’t mean he would allow you to have a love life.

You trust Randy with your life, if he says that someone is not good for you, you listen no questions asked. Randy takes full advantage of the power he has on your life, a sick power 

play that you weren’t even aware of. If pressed on the issue, Randy would swear up and down that it is for your own good, but he knows the truth, he’s too scared to admit his true feelings but more than happy to cock block you without you being aware.

Being a virgin was one of your main concerns in your otherwise uneventful life, you had Randy as your best friend and a few acquiescences mainly Sidney, Tatum, Stu and Billy. You loved hanging out with them even if you weren’t as close, Stu made you laugh to the point of almost peeing your pants, Sidney and Tatum were extremely and the three of you went shopping at least once a fortnight. The only person you didn't spend time with was Billy, not because you didn't like him, quite the contrary he simply intimidated you too much to allow you to exchange pleasantries with him, his piercing chocolate brown eyes made you all warm and tingly inside. 

You never said anything to Sid and Tatum because Sid and Billy used to be a couple in Elementary School and Tatum was her best friend, Stu was too much of a jokester to take anything seriously and he would run to Billy and the two of them would probably laugh, not because they were cruel but simply because Stu would never take this seriously. Then there was Randy, the only person that knew everything about your life except this major crush on Billy Loomis but life goes on.

Casey Becker and her boyfriend were murdered and the whole town was on edge, and Randy was going on and on about horror films and you thought it was in poor taste, this isn’t a film! People are dead! So you gave him the bullshit excuse of getting your period and you basically qucicked him out of your house.

You decided to go to a coffee shop and just be alone for a change, you said hi to the barista gave her your order and after getting your drink you were sitting down by the window. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular but Billy Loomis came to the forefront of your mind, as he usually does. His eyes, his lips, his hair. As if it was on queue, Stu Macher spots you from across the road and ran towards the coffee shop.

“Stu, how are you?” You smiled seeing him, maybe that meant Billy was nearby? Stu didn't miss your eyes wondering, looking for Billy.

“I’m good, you know? Hey, would you like to hang out? Tatum is busy right now and you’re super cool, so…” Before you could he was getting your bag and helping you get up, you simply laughed and followed him, you truly enjoyed his company.

You’ve to Stu’s house a couple of times but only with Randy, maybe this was a good opportunity to actually be friends with Stu. He opened the door for you and allowed you to get in, he was helping you remove your jumper when you heard Billy’s voice.

“Where the fuck were you? Did you bring the…” Billy stopped in his tracks when he finally saw you, and Stu couldn’t stop grinning. Billy wanted to get alone with you for ages but Randy was always there, Stu really did him a solid.

“Oh man, I totally forgot I ran into her and totally slipped my mind. I’ll be right back, you don’t mind being here with Billy, right?” You looked at Billy who was already looking at you and you looked down and shook your head. “Okay, bye.” And just like that Stu was out of the house.

You still kept your gaze down, playing with your shirt. It was so hard to keep eye contact with Billy Loomis.

“Hey, we can watch something on the TV.” You simply followed Billy but still keeping your gaze down, Billy thought you were the hottest girl at school and now he has you all to himself, he really needed to thank Stu later. The two of you sat down and Billy decided to break the silence. “You don’t like me very much, do you doll?” You finally looked at him with a frown on your face and Billy was smirking. “There she is.” He whispered with a hint of a smile on his face, his thumb went to your chin and goosebumps rose all over your body, Billy wasn’t blind to the effect he had on you.

Billy wanted you since the two of you were freshmen, but Randy was always hanging around you like a leach, in Billy’s eyes. He wanted to kill Randy as his and Stu’s first victim but Billy wanted Randy to suffer after hearing the two of you talking. Randy let it slip rather loudly that you and him were still virgins and Billy thought Christmas came early. He wanted you for the longest time and finding out he was going to be the first man in your life, to touch you, to make you cum? His cock got incredibly hard just thinking about you moaning underneath him, riding him and eating you out like you were his last meal.

“I like you, Billy…it’s just that…” You took a deep breath, how could you explain your predicament?

“You don’t want to hurt Randy’s feelings?” Billy almost believed his own tone, it felt so sincere and honest, he almost wanted to laugh at the relief on your face.

“Yes, we’re not dating or anything.” You wanted especify, and Billy smiled. “But he’s my best friend, literally since day one. And I have no idea why he doesn’t like you very much.” You started playing with your nails and Billy raised your chin to look in your eyes, his piercing gaze was giving you burtterfiles in your stomach.

“We can take this slow, yeah? I want to do this right and take you out for dates and you be my girl, yeah?” Billy looked at you expectantly, and you nodded biting your lip. After that, he kissed you. He couldn’t believe that he finally got the girl of his dreams.

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It has been months since you and Billy started dating, and you couldn’t be happier even with the killings getting progressively worse. You had Billy to protect you, so things weren’t as scary. The only problem was Randy, he comes to your house unannounced and Billy has to hide and it’s always when the two of are about to fuck, it seemed that Randy had this radar to find out when you were about to lose your virginity and it was driving you and Billy insane. You were more than ready for this and Billy had major blue balls for months.

The two of you were now at school, talking in the hallway. Billy wanted nothing more than to take you to the nearest bathroom and fuck you in the stall but he knew that you deserved much better than a quick and cheap fuck, you were his dream girl.

“I asked my parents for the lake house this weekend and they allowed. I can pick you up right after school, is that okay?” You nodded and smiled, you couldn’t believe how romantic and thoughtful your boyfriend was. The two of you were very good in not having PDA at school but you were so excited that you kissed him and Billy was more than happy to oblige. 

His hands went to your waist and yours went straight to his hair, Billy’s hnads were about to land on your ass when the two of you heard his voice.

“Unbelievable.” Randy yelled and you stopped kissing Billy, you had a guilty look on your face but Billy was angry. “You’re with him? Mr. I am clearly a serial killer.” Billy was about to beat Randy up when you stopped him.

“Look, Randy. I am so sorry for not telling you before but saying this shit about Billy is not cool. If you can’t accept him, don’t talk to me again.” You grabbed Billy’s hand and walked away while Billy had the biggest grin on his face. Once the two of you were outside, he hugged you.

“Are you alright? I know how important Randy is to you, I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship.” Billy was selling this so well, and you just smiled and shook your head.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! And no, don’t ever say that, Randy will come around eventually. I don’t want this to stop our little getaway.” You were going to handle Randy later after you spent time with your boyfriend.

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Billy’s car stopped right in front of the house, it was so pretty and quiet you loved it. Billy took both of your suitcases and guided you to the front of the house. The door was opened and everything inside was very rustic, it was perfect and apparently Billy’s parents had people come and clean in preparation of your stay there, they were always so thoughtful. Billy put your suitcases on the floor and looked at you.

“So, do you want a tour of the house?” He smiled at you.

“Start with the bedroom.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist and Billy did exactly that.

He opened the door and dropped you on the bed, even though you were a virgin Billy could tell that you liked it rough. Every bite that was a little too rough, you had to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together, every whispered ‘good girl’ on your ear made you sigh and bite your lip and one small ‘my little slut’ made you moan.

“I’m gonna fuck you right now, baby. Is that what you want? I wanna hear you beg.” Billy started kissing your neck and biting it and nodded your head fervently. You wondered if people could die of horniness for a second. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want from me?” Billy was taking off his shirt and still kissing you.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” You put your hand over your mouth, he wasn’t supposed to know but Billy had the biggest grin on his face.

“Yeah? You want daddy to destroy your little pussy even though is your first time? Is that what you want?” Billy finally started removing your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, I need it please.” You didn't care about sounding needy, Billy was your boyfriend and you loved him and he loved you.

Billy’s cock was so hard and you could see how big it was even through his underwear, your mouth was watering at the sight.

“Does my needy little slut wants me to fuck her throat?” Billy removed his underwear and you could see his cock leaking with pre cum, it has been so long since he fucked anyone.

“Yes, please daddy.” You got on your knees and looked at him with the biggest innocent eyes he has ever seen, fuck Billy could cum right now just by looking at you.

“Open your mouth, baby.” You did exactly that, you licked the head of his cock tasting his pre cum and you slowly started to take him in your mouth. Billy was very patient and you took his cock so well, Billy out his head back and groaned loudly. He also made sure that the camera was at the right angle.

Billy’s hands went to your hair, you were hollowing your cheeks and also playing with his balls. He held your head in place and started to fuck your throat, the noises you were making were pornographic and Billy loved every second of it.

“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Billy removed his hands from your head but you kept sucking his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Billy came, thick ropes of cum down your throat and you swallowed it all. You were still on your knees and you opened your mouth you to show Billy that you swallowed it all. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” He helped you get up and kissed you passionately, he finally removed your bra and took one nipple in his mouth, now it was your turn to get your hands on his hair, Billy carefully laid you on the bed and removed your panties.

Billy opened your legs started sucking on your clit, he was relentless and again your handd went to his hair. You were moaning and panting, the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your pussy is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Billy was enjoying very much seeing you fall apart with only his tongue.

Your moans started getting louder, and the grip on his hair got stronger. Billy’s tongue was working faster to bring your orgasm quicker, he also inserted a finger to slowly start stretching you out. He was was observing all of your reactions, how your legs were shaking and how your moans were louder by him finger fucking you.

“Billy, I think I’m gonna…” You knew your body very well, but this was different.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my face.” Billy sped up his ministrations on your clit and you pulled his hair and you came hard, your eyes were shut and pleasure that you never felt before ran all over your body. When you finally came to it, you felt under the bed wet, quite wet. When you looked over, you started panicking.

“Oh my God, Billy I’m so sorry. I have no idea why this happened?” Billy shushed you and kissed your forehead.

“No, baby. You just squirted and it was hot as fuck.” He kissed you and he laid on the bed again.

Billy pinched your nipples and you moaned into his mouth, his hands were all over your body and vice versa. Billy was about to burst, he was painfully hard again and he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Billy put his hand on your cheek and his eyes were looking into yours and you’ve never felt more connected with him before.

“More than ever, Billy.” 

“Okay, I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts, alright?” You nodded and Billy positioned his cock at your entrance, he was looking at it then at you.

You felt his thick and veiny cock on your pussy, Billy had to contain himself and not cum at that second. Your velvety walls milking him, Billy was groaning and moaning in your ear, inch by inch his cock was entering you. Billy was fully inside you now and stopped to compose himself, your pussy felt like heaven to him. You on the other hand was almost passing out from the overwhelming pleasure his cock was giving you and you wanted, no, needed more.

“Please move, Billy.” He obliged and started moving slowly, the last thing he wanted was to hirt you. He found a comfortable pace for him and you. “Harder, please.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and with that all of his self control was gone.

Billy started punding into your pussy with reckless abandon, your nails digging on his back the noises coming from felt like you were in a porno. 

“Do you like that, baby? Is that what you wanted my dirty little slut, huh?” His filthy words were driving you insane. You started clenching around him and Billy started laughing condescendly. “You like that, huh? You like being my little slut?” You only nodded, the pleasure wouldn’t allow you to speak, the noises were louder and louder. “Are you cock drunk already, baby? You can’t even speak right, can you? I want you to cum on my cock, baby.” Billy’s thumb went to your clit and started making hard and small circles, he wanted to see you falling apart.

“Billy, I’m gonna…” You didn't finish your sentence, and you came on his cock and Billy helped you ride out your orgasm. Billy started chasing his own orgasm, you were sensitive but the line between pleasure and pain were blurred and that resulted in more pleasure for you.

“You’re gonna take my cum, aren’t you baby? You’re gonna let me cum deep inside your pussy, imagine if I got you pregnant?” You clenched around him and Billy laughed. “You want everyone to know that you’re my little slut? Walking around with a big belly and huge tits full of milk?” Billy stopped and came with a groan, he was breathless. He kissed you and removed his cock out of you. He laid down and pulled you over to him, he started kissing the top of your head and caressing your arm.

“Did you enjoy that?” You asked and Billy could sense the vulnerability in your voice.

“That was the best thing that ever happened to me, you were perfect baby. I love you.” He kissed your forehead and you mumbled ‘I love you too’ and you fell asleep rather quickly. After making sure you weren’t going to wake up, Billy got up and stopped recording, he couldn’t wait to put his plan into action.

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Randy was pissed, your mom told him that you went on a trip with Billy. I mean what were your parents thinking? Allowing you to be alone with that serial killer? But you were about to come back and Randy was going to do everything in his power to break the two of you up. You never dated anyone before, you couldn’t! You belonged to Randy and he was going to make sure of that, no matter what.

Randy got in his bedroom, he found a tape that was odd he didn't recognise it. He put it in the VHS anyway, and he recognised you immediately, on your knees for Billy Loomis, Randy was about to take the tape and show it to you how Billy is gross and you should break up with him, but he got a call.

“Hello, Randy.” The modulated voice said.

“Billy, you sick fuck. I’m gonna fucking destroy you, she’ll never look at you again.” Randy was screaming, he couldn’t wait to destroy your relationship, that way you would fall for Randy and realise no one but him is good enough for you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Randy.” The voice was tauting him and Randy was furious.

“And why is that?” Ghostface opened his closet and was right behind Randy.

“Dead men tell no tales.” Randy turned around but only in time to be stabbed in the neck, after that Ghostface grabbed the tape and left Randy’s house.

Billy was with you when you heard that Randy was killed by Ghostface, he comforted you and said that everything was going to be okay.

“I was angry at him the last time we saw each other, I’ll never forgive myself.” Billy shused you and said that it wasn’t your fault and you couldn’t have known.

Billy held your hand through the funeral and made sure you didn't fall apart, you were so lucky to have in your life. Billy was overjoyed, he had his girlfriend all to himself and he didn't have to hide or worry about the nerd that hanging over her, everything was right in the world.

[katanablue]

Hey there. I absurdly love your blog and your writing style, it’s amazing. I wanted to ask I I could perhaps request a Raphael x reader where it’s kind of an enemies to lovers. Reader and Raphael don’t get along at first because of their similar personalities but after a while they realize that they overplayed their feelings for each other with hate.

I’m not sure if this made any sense at all ;-;

ABSOLUTELY MADE SENSE ANON!!!!

You didn’t request a spef Raph, so I’m going with 07 I hope that’s okay ❤️

Stupid idiot.

Annoying prick.

Hotheaded jerk.

You had a few more insults for the red clad turtle but you’re sure if you kept thinking about it, you’d accidentally say them out loud.

Not that it would matter, it’s not like your distaste for him was a secret. Just like his wasn’t hidden from you.

It’s like two bulls in a China shop whenever you two are together, always butting heads and arguing opinions over the simplest things that can be easily discussed over a cup of tea. But not you two, you two would rather point fingers and get into petty arguments like 5 year olds.

You’re not sure what exactly caused you dislike Raphael, but you’re more than certain that it was him who started it. Probably countered an opinion you had about something so minuscule that you honestly would have let it go if it weren’t for the smug and cocky attitude he was displaying.

Thus, your rivalry with the turtle started.

Raph feels the exact same way about you; complaining that your temper is too short, you can’t take or follow direction and all he gets are snorts and fake shock from his brothers and Splinter.

“Really?”

“You don’t say?”

“That is so funny that you feel that way.”

And all Raphael can do is scoff and roll his eyes because he’s not stupid, he knows you’re similar to him. Maybe that’s why you clash, because he’s never had someone to combat his bonehead personality besides Leo and Casey but even then he was used to it, he’s known them forever.

Now you, having just met you a few months ago because April insisted that you, her friend, and he would get along splendidly.

Clearly she was wrong.

Currently you were over for a game night, sitting in between Don and Mikey while he and Leo sat across. April and Casey temporarily stepped out to grab food for everyone, leaving you with the mutant turtles. But you were having a wonderful time; good games, good vibes, good company…

Almost.

You roll your eyes when you catch Raph scoffing to himself after your turn, crossing his arms and grumbling to himself.

“Problem, Raph?” You ask, painting an innocent vibe as you lean back in your seat to glare at him. He looks at you with a bored expression, shrugging and then gesturing towards the game board with his chin.

“Dumb move, should’ve gone left instead of right.”

You can see from your peripheral how Don shakes his head and how Mikey tenses in the slightest. Leo rubs at his forehead, knowing what was coming.

“Yeah that’s why you got sent back to the start of the board right?”

“Maybe so, but I’m winning with the most money.”

“Doesn’t matter numb nuts, now you have to go past the scammer and pay the debt—“

“Oh I got more than enough, sweetheart—“

“Okay you know what—“

“Enough!” Leo shouts, standing up and looking back and forth between the two of you. “You two, get out. You’re banned from the rest of the game.”

Your mouth drops open in shock and Raph and scoffs again but harder, slapping his palms on his lap.

“She started it!”

“You should’ve just shut the fuck up!”

“Out!” He says again, pointing his finger towards the entrance of the Lair.

You suck your teeth and stand up, walking past Don in sheer annoyance. Raphael isn’t far behind you, muttering under his breath and kicking at Mikey’s skateboard which earns him an irritated ‘hey!’.

You step outside the Lair, wishing you could slam the door in Raph’s face but the entrance unfortunately didn’t work like that. With a heavy sigh you lean against the wall, digging into your pocket to grab your phone only to realize you left it inside. You suck your teeth, ready to head back in when Raph suddenly tosses you something. You catch it, clutching it close to your chest and when you look down you realize it’s your phone.

“…Thanks.”

He only grunts in response, leaning on the opposite wall and crossing his arms over his plastron. You look down at your phone to check the time and any notifications, about to just waste time on social media before deciding otherwise. You shove it into your pocket, pursing your lips a bit and look at Raph.

“…So you think I should’ve gone left?” You mumble, feeling oddly anxious to see if he’d respond.

He raises an eye ridge at you, an insult ready on his tongue before he drops it and decides it’s not worth it, especially considering you two just got kicked out of game night.

“Woulda been better. Cuz now you gotta go the long way to get to the end.”

“Yeah but this route has better chances of getting a treasure chest.” You try to keep your voice calm, surprised at how… quiet, your conversation was so far.

He shrugs and straightens his posture a bit. “Jus’ tryin to help.”

You can’t help but laugh, bewildered that he just say that.

“By calling it a dumb move?” You huff and roll your eyes, feeling that faint flicker of anger start in your chest.

“Well. It was.” He retorts but there’s no hint of hatred whatsoever.

There’s a silence between the two of you now, Raph avoiding your gaze but you looking at him straight on.

“You know, you’re somewhat pleasant to talk to when you aren’t being a dick.”

Now he laughs, shaking his head a bit and finally making eye contact with you.

“Yeah well, you ain’t so half bad when you’re not being crazy.”

“I am not—“ You catch yourself, taking a moment to breathe in. “I am not crazy. You bring out my crazy.”

“Only because you bring out mine!”

You bite your tongue, trying really hard to not fight because it’ll always end in the same way; the both of you repeating yourselves, throwing insults, and then ruining everyone else’s good time. Well, that last part seemed to have already happened.

“You don’t hate me as much as you make it out to be, right?” You couldn’t help but ask, seizing the opportunity to test if there was something more that just this supposed hatred.

He sighs heavily, reaching to scratch the back of his neck and awkwardly shift around. He sucks his teeth and lets out a huff before finally answering you.

“Nah, I don’t. Jus’ hate that there’s someone who’s too much like me.”

You squint at him, a confused smile crossing your lips.

“You mean hotheaded, short tempered, argumentative—“

He waves you off with an exasperated groan but nods.

“Now I see why my brothers are always gettin’ pissed at me.” He chuckles quietly.

You smile, finding his laughter a bit endearing and with the way it warms your chest, you know you want to hear it more. Especially if you can be the one to cause it.

Another silence follows. Raph fidgets with one of his arm bands as a sort of distraction.

“Hope that means you don’t actually hate me that much either…” He murmurs under his breath.

“Well, you get on my nerves and sometimes I wanna pop your head off but, no, I don’t actually hate you…that much.”

He smirks at you and extends his hand out.

“Start over?”

You smile back and clasp his hand, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Start over.”

[brnesblogposts]

love lost.

pairing: loki x gn reader

warnings: angst

(repost from my old blog because i’m moving to this account !!)

reposts appreciated :)

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Loki watched as his friends turned into nothing before his eyes, the fear behind theirs would stay with him forever. Mobius, OB, B-15, Sylvie, Casey.. all turned into what can only be described as spaghetti. Then just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse. You. He turned around to see you were still standing there, eyes wide with fear at what you’d just witnessed, Loki rushed to your side tears in his eyes and hands cupping your face as if to check you were really still with them.

“Loki..” the words got stuck in your throat as shock overtook your body and Loki pulled you into a hug, rocking you back and forth in a soothing manner.

“How are you still here?” Loki was confused as she had just seen all of her friends vanish but you remained. The last two people in the universe it would seem. “I’m so glad you’re still here” Loki shakily said while kissing the top of your head.

“What do we do??” You were panicked “Are you gonna leave me too? I don’t wanna be alone Loki” crying again you clutched onto him as if that would stop him from disappearing. Losing Loki would be like your heart stopping, there is nothing worse you could think of than losing him.

“I’ll never leave you, my darling. As long as you don’t leave me either” He’s stroking the back of your head now “We will figure this out, together.” Loki stands back and puts his hands on your shoulders to look at your face as if he wanted to remember every last detail, just in case.

You did the same, neither of you looking away from each other for a few minutes.

You felt funny all of a sudden.

“Darling?” Loki’s voice was distant yet you could see him right in front of you.

You felt your body disappearing from beneath you, looking down your legs were the spaghetti you had just seen your friends turn into, oh no. Your eyes looked back up right into Loki’s he was still clutching your shoulders as if doing so would keep you with him, as if him not letting go would keep you from being taken from him.

“No, no.” He whispered under their breath as you started to disappear. They didn’t want to be alone again, they didn’t know how to live without you. You were Loki’s lifeline you were their heart and soul and the core of their very being.

“Loki..” Your soul staring into the gods eyes until you were no more, Loki’s hands simply clutching the air where your shoulders had been.

She fell to her knees. Head down in defeat, sobs racking out of their body.

“No” He cried.

He looked around him, nothing, nobody. He was the only one who remained and he didn’t know how to live or breathe without you.

— time skip—

Loki would spend years and years trying to find a way to get them all back, to get you back. He would eventually drive himself to insanity and hallucinate your presence often finding himself talking to you only to realise you weren’t there, nobody was. He was all alone in the universe as if he was being punished for all that he did when he was on Earth and Asgard, for the tormenting of his brother, the death of his mother, the battle of 2012 and everything else. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe the universe was punishing him indefinitely.

Loki hadn’t moved, hadn’t been taken anywhere. He remained where he’d last seen his friends, some part of him hoping they’d come back, that some day he’d wake up and find you next to him. They talk about hell being a firey place if torture but Loki was in hell already, hell was life without you, hell was knowing there was probably something he could do to get his family back but not having the ability to, without OB’s brains and everyone else’s assets.

Destined to a life of loneliness. The only company being a small photo of you that had faded over the millennia, your smile barely visible but Loki found himself looking at it constantly and smiling and crying, begging whatever did this to him that he was sorry and that he just wanted you back.

He’d lost everything when he lost you.

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[quartergremlin]

Hiya. I’m Quarter. I’m a character/visual/graphic artist MS Paint comic artist, apparently. I graduated recently. I hope lots of goofy pictures and cool designs are in my future.

Art tag: #quarterdraws

This is mostly my art blog, my reblog blog is @quarterchills

Currently: been swept away by comic ideas. early access for my tmnt comics are on my Patreon ✌. I'm also posting on Artfol now.

Resources for Palestine: introduction, daily click, 1, 2

Comic links v

Portal Baby, the Casey Jr gets de-aged by the portal comic (updates semi-frequently, early access on patreon)

Part 1: 1/2/3

Part 2: 1, 2, 3, extra, 4, 5, 6, extra

Clarification, the Turtle Gender Comic (updates. whenever I think of something, which is often.)

Currently: Donnie's Broach, Leo's nest

egg baby: 1, 2, ask, 8, scales 3, shedding, shedding 2

leo: 3, 4, 9, 10, 11, 12, 17, 22, 24, 26, 30, burmation, one 1, one 2, one 3, one 4, one 5, one (ask), one 6

donnie: 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 25, 27, 28, 29

yoshi: 5, ask, 6, 7

mikey: casey jones, baby fever 1, baby fever 2, jesus egg, splinter 1, splitner 2, contention 1, contention 2, The Book, the future, welcome, the future 2, yippee, worry, babysitter

raph: scales, scales 2, skin

misc: Id's and flags (minor spoilers), office visit, office visit 2, office visit 3, annoying, shelldon and psdd, gearheads interview, pizza supreme 1, pizza supreme 2, swimmers (ask)

Casey's High School Disaster Era, and related content (updates whenever I think of something, which is less often.)

Summary: CJ goes to Regular Human School. For every hour they're there, he experiences one (1) situation. Who thought this was a good idea.

office visit, hockey moms 1, hockey moms 2

Drop-off, 1st hour, 2nd hour, 3rd hour, 7th hour

Son Boy Allowed

[hopelessromantic1352]

Lockdown

This is based on OH 2. After I replayed it, I realized how I would’ve actually liked to see the book progress through the maitotoxin attack between Ethan and MC. I’m thinking I’ll try to post one or two more that follow the same storyline. Maybe a mini series? We’ll see. Also, hello Tumblr 😆 it’s been a minute.

Warnings: mentions death, poisoning, sickness

Word count: 2,068

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The drizzle out the window beats slower than her heart. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, the plastic rustles against the air vent it covers, and the only other faint sound is the steady beep of machines outside the quarantined room where she paces.

Beeps that remind her, Raf is still there.

The nausea has increased tenfold, but Casey refuses to sit down. The numb sensation in her feet and hands tingle with every second, but her stubbornness keeps her upright.

“Case, why don’t you rest for a second?”

The usual bravado in Bryce’s voice is gone, replaced with something she hasn’t heard before.

Fear.

Still wearing the mask around his neck, and bloody scrubs, her eyes try to focus on his expression.

Was the fear because of Kyra or herself?

“You’re here. Does that mean..” The raspy whisper that leaves her mouth is unrecognizable.

The young surgeon looks at her with pure anguish. “She made it, everything went good and she’s resting now. Which is what you need to be doing. You can hardly stand, let alone pace around your room.”

As if on cue, her whole body sways and she grabs the foot of the bed, holding still for a moment before her head and eyes clear again.

Only seconds later, the rest of her friends and the diagnostics team arrive. Faces full of fear, pity, and some anger. She knew why they were angry, she was angry too.

“I can’t sit still, I feel like that’s giving up.” Casey tries to keep her voice as even as possible.

“Dr. Ramsey and I found Travis, he gave us a few more symptoms to go off of before he…” Sienna trails off, biting her lower lip as her eyes shine through the glass.

“He died.” Ethan walks in first, leading Baz and June behind him. “But thanks to Danny, we know what was in the canister and we’ve got people working on an antidote as we speak.”

Casey looks to Sienna, seeing her lips purse and eyes begin to water at the mention of the young nurse’s name. The red head’s heart clenches at her friend’s pain, pain she hoped she and Raf wouldn’t be adding to.

Swaying slightly without realizing it, Casey reaches out to Ethan. His arms encircle her, steadying her as June takes her vitals. The ocean blues behind the hazmat mask seem more dull than usual, or maybe it’s her eyesight, but they don’t break eye contact. Somehow, feeling his covered hands and arms around her soothes her. Just being near him calms her and seems to take away the pain for just a moment.

“Her blood pressure has dropped in the last hour, heart rate is elevated.” The no nonsense tone of June’s voice cuts into Casey’s welcomed distraction.

“Why wouldn’t my heart rate be elevated? I’m having the time of my life in here.” At the attempt of a laugh, coughs take over, wracking her frail body and causing Ethan to tighten his grip on her.

“I can’t stand here and watch this. Are we going to go find a cure for this?” Jackie’s fist rests against the window, her face contorted with anger as she watches her friend writhe in Ethan’s arms.

“Hell yes we are.”

Tobias Carrick’s voice carries down the hall as a group of footsteps echo behind him. With Aurora next to him, the Edenbrook doctors look upon the Mass Kenmore group cautiously.

When Casey’s coughing fit finally dies down, the silence doesn’t stretch long.

“Carrick, why are you—“ Ethan can’t hide the surprise in his tone, or on his face, but Tobias waves him off.

“This is bigger than our competition. No one is letting Valentine die.” Ethan’s old friend eyes Casey with sympathy, internally noting the way Ethan holds her gently and protectively.

“We brought all our best doctors with us, they’re at Edenbrook’s disposal.” Aurora walks to the glass, softly placing her palm on it and worrying over her friend and roommate.

“I can’t thank you all enough.” Shaking, Casey tries to stand on her own, but the arms holding her don’t budge.

Her group of friends all start talking at once, saying their goodbyes and words of encouragement. June and Baz excuse themselves as well, telling Casey to hang in there. But the one steady thing in her world at that moment stays put.

“Casey, I—”

At the despair written on her face, his words die on his lips.

“I’m scared, Ethan. I don’t know— I’m not—”

All the tears she held back since the attack, since Bobby, Danny, and Raf, they rush to the surface and flood down her pale, sunken cheeks.

“Shhh,” the suit crinkles loudly as Ethan pulls the frail woman into his arms. “I am beyond terrified too. The one person I care about more than anything in the world…”

Her sniffling pauses at the meaning hanging in the air, but he begins to move them towards the bed, momentarily distracting her.

“Ethan, please if I lay down I don’t know if I’ll get up.”

He grunts a response as he lays down first before gently guiding her down next to him. “You will get up. Some of the best doctors in the world are fighting for you and Rafael, Casey.”

She weakly nestles into his embrace, silence stretching between them as he stares pensively at the ceiling.

��What were you going to say?” Her quiet question makes his muscles tense next to her, and she worries. “If it’s something you're not telling me about this maitotoxin, it’s not easing my mind.”

“No, no, the reason I cut myself off is the fact of the matter is,” he repositions himself so he can look into her glistening brown eyes. His gloved hand reaches up to cup her cheek softly, urging her eyes to close. “Casey, please look at me.”

The yearning and warmth in his voice pulls at her heart, and with no hesitation, she does as he says.

“When I say you are the most important thing in this world to me, and I care for no one more than I care for you, I mean it.” Fresh warm tears pool in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles. “I love you and looking back at how I’ve treated you… us, it has made me realize how much of a fool I was for pushing you away. I have never been able to deny my feelings for you and I believe I fell for you a long time ago. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to acknowledge what has been in my heart.”

Tears falling, she closes her eyes but her lips spread into a warm smile, dimming the paleness on her frail body for just a moment.

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that and now I can’t even kiss you to make you feel how much I feel the same. I’ve loved you for a really long time, Ethan. I wasn’t sure you’d ever feel the same.”

With the hazmat suit between them, Ethan embraces her as tightly as he can without hurting her. Wanting to feel her body and wishing this was taking place in his bed, after a perfect evening together instead of a quarantined room after the harrowing events of the day.

“As soon as you’re healthy, I’m taking you in my arms and never letting go.” The finality to his voice, mixed with the adoration and warmth, it causes Casey to shiver at the intensity.

“I can’t wait to kiss you.” She nestles back into his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over as he simply smiles softly and holds her tight.

As she falls into a deep slumber, Ethan can’t help the mist in his eyes or the deep hope that she’ll wake up to a cure.

The next morning, Ethan is startled out of thought as Casey lurches awake and rolls on her side, crying out in agony.

“What is it? What’s wrong, Casey?” He’s on his feet, pushing his chair back, and takes a strong hold of her hand.

The bed shakes under her violent writhing, one of her arms wraps around her stomach as she cries tears of pure pain. “It hurts so bad.”

After what seems like eternity, the pain subsides and Casey is left panting and sweaty, still gripping Ethan’s hand.

“That was new.” Her voice is weaker and her body shakes from exerting so much energy.

She slowly takes her hand away and sits up, still shaking, but watches as Ethan paces away angrily.

“I absolutely hate not having any control over this. There’s nothing I can do to help you and seeing you suffer, it makes me—” He groans and runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

She isn’t looking at him, her eyes are shut and her fingers dig into the bed. “Ethan, I’m not sure how long I can do this.”

That sentence, just a whisper, is enough to break him out of his rant. Enough for him to realize how selfish he is. Enough for him to realize if they don’t find an antidote, he could lose her.

“No, no, no.” He hurries back to her side, holding both her hands in his, engulfing the coldness. “You need to keep fighting. Please.”

His forehead settles on the edge of her bed as he sits back down, his hands holding hers still as he closes his eyes and begins to pray silently. Desperation coursing through his veins.

“We’ve got it!” Tobias is sprinting down the hall with June and Baz, the rest of Casey’s friends following behind quickly. The sounds urge Ethan to stand.

“But Raf, he needs it more—” her whisper is cut off by a violent cough.

Within minutes, the other two members of the diagnostics team are in Casey’s room, donning hazmat suits and carrying a small syringe.

“Don’t worry, we’ve already given him his dose. So save your energy, you’re going to need it.” June grins triumphantly at her sick colleague and then looks to Ethan who’s red rimmed eyes show their utter surprise. “Would you like to do the honors?” She holds the syringe out towards him.

“Absolutely.” As soon as he has the antidote, he steps over to Casey’s bedside and holds her hand for a moment, gazing at her lovingly. “Are you ready?”

A simple nod is enough answer for him. Gently, he finds her vein and injects the liquid, removing the needle when the syringe is empty.

12 HOURS LATER

“Get up.”

Ethan strides into the quarantined room without a hazmat suit and leaves the door wide open behind him. He grins, and despite the exhaustion in his eyes, he looks happy and at ease.

“You mean…?” Carefully standing, but feeling near normal for the first time in the past 32 hours, Casey looks at him, her eyes trailing over every inch of him.

“Your last few blood tests have shown a slow decrease in the maitotoxin and the very last results showed nothing. It’s gone, so—”

His scientific rambling is cut off by Casey’s small body ramming into his. Her arms wrap around him tightly and she buries her face into his chest, breathing him in deeply. “So I can do this finally?”

A simple nod is his only answer, and when she pulls back to look at him, she understands why. His eyes are full and glisten with unshed tears. His large hand gently cups her cheek, his thumb traces her cheekbone.

“And this.” Before she can question what he means, his lips softly press to hers, his free hand slipping down to rest on her hip.

The silent embrace lasts for just a few seconds before he forces himself to pull away. His other hand slips up and cups her cheek so he’s holding her face. The piercing eyes roam over her face, as if he’s memorizing her.

“I didn’t know if I’d ever feel your lips again.” Her voice quivers and her bottom lip trembles when she sees his eyes glisten in the light.

In answer, he leans forward, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead before pulling her against his chest once again. “I love you.”

His voice is so quiet, she nearly misses the sweet phrase. Her voice is muffled, but she responds as her arms tighten around his waist. “I love you too, Ethan.”

[imagionationstation]

Gender swap Donnie is my everything, I love it so much and AHHHDJDBSISBBKSOA

Actively feral as we speak, when reading the stuff about Dona I couldn’t help but think she would sound like Princess Bubblegum (cause you know two genius scientists who are little insane)

I am also wondering how she be like when dealing with Don Visio so and you know trying to kill him at one point. Also how protective are her brothers when it comes to love interests? Like I know you said Casey maybe a love interest but what about other mutants or even aliens flirting with her? How would they react to that? And with the Halloween special, what would Dona’s experience be with being turned into a vampire? Cause in the original Dracula book when it focused on turning women into vampires it was a little … um not good for the gal. So how would she be turned if that changes? Also how would the 1987 turtle crossover react to Dona?

Sorry if this is a lot I just have so many questions and just want to know what you think about this. I really like this au and want to read more about it and your thoughts.

Please don’t feel pressured to answer this and take your time I literally just found your blog and am re-re-re-re-reading as I am writing this. I love this idea and concept so much.

Also can I make art of Dona AU pls?

I am going insane as we speak.

(Not serious (take your time and take care of yourself))

(I always find it funny when people are like: Yk that movie/character/book series- and I’m just no?? Who told you that I did?? Never seen that before in my life.)

ANYWAY, I TOOK YOUR RECOMMENDATION VERY SERIOUSLY.

I WATCHED ME MANY A YOUTUBE CLIP!

And you must be hearing something I don’t because I don’t hear Donnie in Princess Bubblegum. She’s too soft spoken. And I don’t know if she could pull off the Donnie-isms from canon. No, no, if I needed to choose a voice for her- hmmm.

Entrapta from She-Ra would be my first pick, I think. Definitely.

I am also wondering how she be like when dealing with Don Visio so and you know trying to kill him at one point.

Exactly the same! Everything that happens with her in canon when facing him does not change in the slightest. The only difference would be that her brothers would be extremely ticked off in the episode Mutant Gangland. Even so, Leo would still be the voice of reason when talking her down in Heart of Evil.

Also how protective are her brothers when it comes to love interests? Like I know you said Casey maybe a love interest but what about other mutants or even aliens flirting with her? How would they react to that?

If someone begins flirting with Donnie, I think they’d only be protective if Donnie shows discomfort with the situation. I think this would happen a few times, but often, Donnie is completely oblivious and her brothers love watching people struggle. Of course, flirty is one thing. Making active moves on her is another.

Six feet apart, hands to yourself, thank you very much.

Now, if Donnie has a love interest, they’ll let it play out naturally. It’s her relationship and they wouldn’t want her interfering with theirs. They sus out the interest and then they leave it to her because they trust her to handle herself and know that if she ever does have any issues… She’s tell them. They’ll know.

I think if there’s a place for a relationship with Casey to start, it would be during the farmhouse arc. Before that, there was still a fair amount of bickering between them because she was having jelly feelings about April’s friendship with him and Irma.

April didn’t come down to the lair when she was hanging out with them and doing all kinds of human activities that Donnie couldn’t do. Once again, Donnie felt different. Not because she was a girl, but because she was a mutant. And they couldn’t hang out one-on-one when she starts dragging Casey down with her. At least Irma seemed friendly and smart! Casey Jones was so… Brash. Rude. Arrogant.

As she whined in the show, “Now we have TWO RAPHAELS!”

Eventually, though, she realizes that, just like Raph, he can be crude, but he’s also kinda a sweetheart deep down.

And with the Halloween special, what would Dona’s experience be with being turned into a vampire? Cause in the original Dracula book when it focused on turning women into vampires it was a little … um not good for the gal. So how would she be turned if that changes?

Um. Huh? I don’t… I guess I don’t know what that entailed?

Are you asking if the scene would be more sexual? Or if this grown man would be preying on a teenager? Ew, actually, wow, I don’t like that. REVERSE THOUGHT PROCESS REVERT REVERT

I think there’s too much happening to insert anything anyway.

There would probably be an inappropriate innuendo or two from Mikey about “vampires going after females” since he already makes iffy comments in the canon show. Why not more cringe?

I really don’t know if there’s anything I would change except for that part when April hypnotizes him. I’d make that more “friendship” and less “romance” (if you know what I mean). Otherwise, the episodes should stay the same as in canon.

Donnie simply gets bitten by April and turns into a vampire after helping her brothers and Renet reach a safe room. She tries to attack them but they manage to escape. They tussle later.

Also how would the 1987 turtle crossover react to Dona?

I think any crossovers would have the four brother iterations giving her a double-take. And the 1987 especially have never met a female of any of the brothers so they’d probably make a comment or two.

Heck, in the episode Trans-Dimensional Turtles, since there are no introductions, and they mainly use names versus pronouns through most of the episode, I think that the 1987 would just run off the assumption that she’s male. She doesn’t usually dress or act any differently from her brothers so there aren’t a lot of huge pointers that she’s of another sexuality.

And assuming the timelines they’ve seen and the timeline that they come from, it’s a reasonable assumption.

I think the reveal would probably be during the final episodes during the kitchen scene. It would likely be before they discuss Icecream Kitty and Chompy and 1987Donatello remarks, “Wow, our parallel works really are different.”

One of the brothers casually uses “she” while talking about her and 1987Raphael immediately interrupts with a baffled, “Wait, is your Donnie a girl?” In a tone that triggers Donnie’s sass “So what if I am!?” and, of course, 1987Raphael fires back some snide comment at the attack, and it takes all of her brothers intervening to calm her down and helping to explain in order to defuse the situation.

I don’t think I know them well enough to judge how they’d respond after the fact. I just assume the show continues as normal 🤔

Please don’t feel pressured to answer this and take your time I literally just found your blog and am re-re-re-re-reading as I am writing this. I love this idea and concept so much. Also can I make art of Dona AU pls?

I LOVE to hear that other people are going feral over her! Never apologize for your curiosity and never hesitate to ask!! I will answer all the questions I can when fate allows the time!

Absolutely, you can! Make all the fanart you want!

All I ask is that you tag me so I can see her! 💜

[pocket-watcher]

Hi! I love your blog and your stories. They inspire and make my soul curl up! @ о @ ||| Can you make a story about character A being forced to sing a hypnotic song in order to lure character B, who is the partner of character A, into a trance? Character B try to do everything possible to make A stop singing, but they are not allowed to do so. Thanks <3

Hi anon! :) Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy them!!

As for your request, here you go! And please let me know what you think :)

Sirens don’t exist.

That’s what Dylan thought, anyways.

Being a strong swimmer from an early age meant Dylan had heard it all. How he must be some kind of mythical creature to hold his breath that long. How his toes were actually webbed (they weren’t, but if they were it might shave a few seconds off his record), and how he looked more at home in the pool than most people did in their own beds.

That’s probably why he decided to be a lifeguard.

From 7am-6pm Monday-Thursday he spent his time surveying, swimming, teaching, and rarely (but not rarely enough) saving lives at the local pool.

Unfortunately, despite his skills, Casey was still a stronger swimmer than him.

She glided when she was in water, effortlessly twisting her body around and around. She was the only one picking up more shifts than Dylan.

Casey had always eyed Dylan suspiciously, though. She’d actually been the one to make a few of the “merman” comments before, but almost in a way where she seemed like she wasn’t actually… joking?

Weird.

But eventually, Dylan spent more and more time with Casey and became utterly enamoured with her.

Her smile, her laugh, her love of the water. They went to the beach every other week, and she was the only one who listened to his corny marine-puns.

It was perfect.

Until Dylan forgot his wallet at work.

It was around 8pm. The moon was already rising in the sky as he unlocked the door to the locker room.

It’s kinda eerie when it’s all quiet like this, he thought.

But then he heard it.

Someone was singing…?

“…hello…?”

Why would anyone break in here just to sing?

Dylan passed his locker without checking for his wallet, and instead peered around the corner from the changing room.

Sure enough, there sat his girlfriend, Casey.

She sat in the moonlight singing out. Her eyes shone. She didn’t seem to notice him, she was too lost in her song.

I’ve never heard her sing before, Dylan thought. He smiled. She was a beautiful singer.

Dylan felt his eyelids droop slightly. His head began to bob as he struggled to keep it upright. He could feel his arms growing heavy.

His grip on the wall slipped and he stumbled out into the open. Casey stopped in shock.

“D-Dylan? What are you doing here?”

“I was…” Hm. What had he been doing here? It didn’t seem to matter now. All he wanted was for her to start singing again.

Wait. What? No. He was here… to get his wallet. Right?

Casey smiled, but not the sweet caring smile Dylan was used to. It was eager, crazy, almost scary… she covered her face and seemed to return to normal for a moment.

“P-please! You need to get out of here! I… I can’t control myself like this! Please don’t listen!”

Dylan started towards her. What could’ve made her so eager for him to go?

The moonlight poured in and, despite her covering her eyes, she suddenly regained that crazed look in her eyes.

She began to sing again.

Dylan felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

Don’t listen.

“Uh… Case… could you stop singing for a sec and talk to me…?”

He could feel his vision blurring slightly. His blinks became slow and laboured.

She looked at him with hunger. Her hand limply beckoned him towards her, as if her arm were a puppet’s on a string.

She licked her teeth.

Dylan plugged his ears and stumbled.

“Casey, seriously. This isn’t funny. Let’s go home…”

He didn’t even sound convincing to himself. That thought also told him he hadn’t plugged his ears very well.

Her singing weaselled its way into his ears and burrowed deep into his brain. Dylan felt hims thoughts become dreamlike, passing by too quickly for him to register.

She said not to listen. Sink. Obey. What did she mean by that? Get closer. Go deeper. Why wouldn’t she just talk to me. Drop. Good. It’s like a siren song. Blank. Empty.

“P-please…” Dylan whimpered as his feet dragged his body over to her involuntarily. “Casey.”

She looked at him, full of lust, full of excitement. He couldn’t understand the lyrics but they drowned his own thoughts out completely.

In the moonlight she didn’t just look beautiful. She looked ethereal.

And Dylan wanted nothing more than to stay there, listening to her forever.

Luckily, that was just what she had in mind.

[devskindawritingblog]

asking in the right blog this time!! more of laura lee because i just LOVE her and cant accept that she bearly has any fics.

LIKE HEAR ME OUT teaching her how to ride a bike because one day she just reveals that she didn't get the chance to learn as a kid, so you make your life goal from that on to teach her. i think about this a lot as that one scene from atypical where casey teaches izzie all cutesy and stuff

Bumps and Bruises

Laura lee x reader

AN: oh my gosh I love writing for Laura Lee. One of my favourite characters to write for me. And this request was such a cute idea. I’ll admit I’ve never watched atypical so I found the scene and went with the general idea of learning to ride a bike. Fun fact: I didn’t learn to ride a bike till I was 13. Laura lees text is in yellow.

word count rounded: 900

Here you were, in an empty parking lot, with Laura Lee and your bike and at night. Not the best idea but you didn’t have any other time to do it. She stood their nervously as you placed the helmet on her and buckled it up

*about a week earlier*

It all started when Laura Lee stayed over at your house. Both of you were cuddling together and talking about memories. You giggled and laughed together as Laura Lee laid in your arms.

“I was riding a bike down the stairs and I face planted and lost my first tooth.” You admit with a giggle as Laura Lee laughs a little too, finding the story endearing.

“What about you miss angel do anything stupid on a bike before?” You say as you fix her hair.

“Hmm, a bike? I don’t know how to ride a bike. Growing up we never got much time to like ride bikes.” She says as you quickly gasp sitting up.

“What! Really? You can't ride a bike? I need to teach you.” You explain maybe a little too excited to teach your girlfriend to ride a bike. 

And that's how you got to this moment. It took a bit to convince and find the perfect time so it could just be you and her but now it’s time.

“You look cute.” You smile adjusting the straps on the helmet with a little giggle. 

She fixes the helmet and you give her a little kiss on the nose as a small smile slips past her lips.

“Are you ready? I promise I won’t let you fall and if you do I have a first aid kit.” You say as you retract the kickstand from the bike and hold it up yourself.

“I’m ready. I’m just scared. I’ve never ridden a bike before . What if I’m really bad?” She asks nervously, eyeing up the bike.

“Don’t worry I’ll teach you and we can go on romantic bike rides together.” You smile and intertwine your hands giving her hand a little squeeze.

You get onto the bike showing her where to place her feet and how to pedal or brake. You get off the bike putting up the kickstand so she can try and get on without the bike rolling away.

Laura lee steps over and sits on the seat of the bike. You give her helmet a little fix and hold her the controls one more time

You kick out the kickstand so the bike is being held up by her now.

“Ok just take your feet of the ground and peddle I will hold you up until you have enough speed, sounds good?” You say holding her back and placing one of your hands in between the handlebars.

“Ok.” Laura Lee says a little unsure.

You start to walk with her on the bike . She slowly pedals and as you both pick up speed you start to jog beside her.

“See not so scary.” You say and of course as soon as you say that she hits a rock and crashes. 

“Oh shit. Are you ok?” You say kneeling down next to her. It wasn’t a bad fall, it could have been much worse. The bike lays sideways and she pulls her leg out from underneath and has a scratch on her knee.

You can tell it hurts but she seems alright. You unbuckle her helmet and kiss her forehead. 

“I’m ok. I might be bleeding.” She says as she pulls her leg closer to herself.

“I’m sorry Lee. I’ll go get a bandaid on sec.” You rush off to your backpack grabbing some wipes and a bandaid. You walk back over to her and kneel down holding her hand as you wipe off her bloody knee.

“Oww.” She winces.

“Sorry it's gonna sting.” You say kissing her forehead and you finish with the wipes and put the bandaid on her knee.

“Are you all good? Need me to kiss it better?” You smirk as Laura Lee rolls her eyes and smiles back. You lean forward giving her a kiss on the lips instead. 

“Wanna try again?” 

“Yeah.” She says standing back up and buckling on her helmet. If there is one thing about Laura Lee is she is always true to her word.You help her stand up the bike she gets on the seat again and you walk with her until she picks up speed.

She falls a few more times, not as bad as the first one but everytime you give her a little kiss and she gets back up to do it again.

She tries again your jogging beside her, keeping her steady and you let her go. But this time she stays up and keeps peddling .

“Oh my gosh ! I’m doing it ! I’m riding a bike!” She squeals as she keeps riding around the parking lot.

“Good job! Don’t fall now silly.” You say as you jog behind her. She does a few loops around the parking lot before breaking and getting off.You jog over and pull her into a hug.

“Good job baby! You're so good!” You beam as you give her a kiss on the forehead. You smile and she gets off the bike. The two of you walk back to your house. Laura Lee rides your bike behind you all the way home.

[pianocat939]

Hi can I please request Yandere Casey Jr HCs please I’m fine with platonic or romantic (or both ) 😊 love to see what you come up with

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. THERE IS NEVER A ROTTMNT WRITER'S BLOG WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO REQUESTS CASEY JR.

Anyway this can be read both platonically and romantically.

Also my analysis probably isn't going to be as accurate as I usually have since homie only appeared in the movie.

Tw: Stalking, trauma, mentions of murder, I can’t write him for shit ;-;

General Yandere Casey Jr Hcs

Type: In denial + Stalker (I'm struggling so hard help-)

He gives huge stalker vibes, especially in the first few scenes where he's trying to find people. Like you saw how he approached April? Boy is speedy.

This is my own interpretation but during the scenes of the movie, especially when he got sent to the future, he seemed almost in denial of having to leave older Leo.

So now that we know why I think he's these specific types let's elaborate on them a bit more.

Stalker. He's the type to go out and physically do it rather than using technology or other people to do the work for him. This also means the times you leave your house everything is exposed to him. Every minuscule little detail.

A possible item hoarder as well. He thinks it's interesting to steal photos of you or papers you've touched. I don't think he would have a shrine but definitely keeps a few things in his pocket.

In denial. He would 100% try to justify his stalking as protecting. I don't give a fuck about what other humans think, after the movie, it makes sense (Bro literally went through so many deaths since like 9).

You know this is kind of an iffy statement but maybe he'll be the type who doesn't even realize his actions are wrong until someone tells him. I don't know how I got this idea, it's just a random thought.

"What? I'm being creepy? How? I'm just protecting them, you never know what could be out there."

The reason he even develops his craziness (no I don't have a better name) is an overall build-up trauma of all the events that's occurred throughout the apocalypse and childhood.

He's honestly the mildest of all the yanderes I can think of in the rottmnt verse. He has rationality somewhat like Donnie and is able to have quite a clear mind even during times of crisis. Ex. the scene where Leo and Casey are trapped underneath the debris.

The only occasions he would kill are under dire circumstances or if he knows something's fucked up.

All in all, not too bad.

"Hm? Oh, this is a photo of you I found in your house, hope you don't mind I took it!"

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Sorry, this is short compared to most of my hcs, I have a hard time writing for him since there's less material of him to base off of (because I like using canon traits when incorporating it into my yandere stuff).

- Celina

[sunsetsandsunshine]

ok i see requests are closed butttt i just found ur blog and we are strangely haha uhm very way too similar so. i must now see.

i see ur tmnt 2012 headcannons and yes yes ok very nice but what about casey... 🤔🤔🤔

any llittle small headcannons for casey?? 😇

idk if u do anon emojis since i JUST read those but uhhh like if u do i'll come back wjth one

I’m not gonna lie to Anon…I really don’t like 2012 Casey 😬😬😬

It’s not like I don’t like him as a character- he’s funny and a good friend towards the turtles but he’s just not my personal cup of tea, y’know?

But I did re-watch S2 just for you- to make headcanons on the little goober, so hope you enjoy!

~ TMNT 2012 tickle headcanons ~

~ Casey Jones ~

He’s so cringe I’m crying- I couldn’t make these headcanons without laughing at the gif

I kid I kid 😭😭😭

A switch- 100% a switch

Or probably a Ler-leaning switch

One of the two

Definitely has experience from tickling others since he has a little sister

Absolutely has NO MERCY when tickling Raph

I feel like he would be the type of Ler that just…goes for you’re death spots

He finds the tactic easier and it makes more sense to him

Why go for spots that aren’t so ticklish when you know exactly where they’re most sensitive spots are?

In the show, the turtle boys do, like, creative handshakes and when Casey saw them doing it one time he just KNEW that he had to make handshakes with them as well

All they’re handshakes with Casey end up getting poked to the side continuously

Again- since he has a little sister he is EXTREMELY experienced when tickling others

Actually found out how they were ticklish is through Master Splinter

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to beat them in a sparring match and Splinter was just like, “If all else fails, just tickle them.”

Casey was very confused but he DID use the tactic when he wa sparring against Leo and he never second-guessed Master Splinter again

One time, Mikey was tickling the absolute snot out of Donnie near the living room area

And Casey just so happened to be in the lair at the time and heard shrieks and shouts so like any human being he panicked and went to the source

Only to find Donnie getting absolutely wrecked by Mikey

The youngest didn’t notice Casey at first but when he did he was all like, “Yo dude! You wanna get in on this? Donnie took and hid the remote so I have no idea where it is- I’ve been trying to get the answer out of him so AGES.”

And ofc Casey agreed- much to Donnie’s dismay lol

Definitely is ticklish at the top of his knees

You think those are for protection because he plays hockey? Well…sure- it is- but it’s also because he’s insanely ticklish there

Leo is the one who discovered it actually- which he still takes pride in to this day

He refuses to tell anyone how he did tho because Casey made him promise

Mikey calls Leo and Casey “The Ticklish Knee Knuckleheads”

Which embarrasses the two to no end

But hey at least they’re not alone

Gets in more Ler moods than Lee moods

Is the kind of Ler who will pin you’re hands behind you’re back when tickling you- I’ve been in that position before and jansvsjsnensk it’s AWFUL

Loves playing Tickle and Seek in the lair

Absolutely loves being the seeker

Talks about how he’s going to individually wreck them all once he finds them

Has reallllly ticklish feet- his worst spot-good luck trying to get him there he will not hesitate to kick you

Doesn’t really know how to ask for tickles- he’s an awkward dude 😂🫡

So if or when he’s in a Lee mood he just over exaggerates a yawn and stretches near someone- hoping they get the hint

And if not he’ll just poke and poke and POKE in hopes the person just snaps and goes for revenge

Which happened all the time so win-win for Casey Jones

Likes to talk in the first person when tickling someone

“Oooh…Casey Jones has Michaelangelo exactly where he wants him…tickling his ticklish tummy with such precise persiguen!”

”Oh…what’s did we have here? I think we wants a raspberry on his tummy~!” While Mikey is just laughing his shell off and begging Casey not to but he always DOES anyway ksbdhejwbdb

“Aaaaand he’s gone ladies and gentlefolks~!”

An asshole of a Ler I say

[kikithedreamerwriter]

OC!Sayuri x Bayverse!Leonardo

Feat. @miss-andromeda’s Andi Grace 🎀✨

🗣️: @sharpwindow @pheradream-15 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @akesdraws-blog @fyreball66 @miss-andromeda @shinzowosasageyoooo

Sayuri Meets the Boys

“April… are you sure this is a good idea?” Sayuri sighed as she stood over the manhole side-by-side with April. “I feel like I should have received some sort of invitation, don’t you think?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She smiled. “They want to meet you as much as you want to meet them. Besides, I’ve already asked Master Splinter. It’ll be fine, Yuri. Now get in.”

Months since the kidnapping incident, Sayuri always kept her balcony door open for Leo who gladly visited her almost every night and joined her as she studied. On days he was unavailable, they would always keep in touch via message and phone calls. As time passed by, the extent of their attraction to one another became more apparent to not only April and Casey, but to Leo’s family as well. He would hum gleefully as he cleaned the dojo, was gradually less overbearing on his brothers (which Raph and Mikey did not mind one bit), and was constantly on his phone despite his slight aversion to technology (much to Donnie’s amusement). Above all, Leo found himself constantly talking about Sayuri to his father during tea. Wanting to meet the girl behind Leo’s recent elation, Master Splinter asked April if she could bring Sayuri to the Lair so that she can have dinner with the entire family.

Unbeknownst to Leo, he continued to engage in a heated spar against Raph as Mikey and Donnie observed from the sidelines.

“How much longer!” Mikey groaned slouching over.

“Well,” Donnie replied as one of his monitors chirped. “April’s here, so maybe not as long as you think.”

“April’s here all the time, what’re you talking about?”

“I mean April and her,” Donnie smirked. Mikey’s lips formed into an ‘o’ beginning to snicker at his blue-clad older brother drenched in sweat.

“Do you think he knows?” Mikey giggled.

“Are you kidding?” Donnie snorted. “In that state? Not in the slightest.”

Just as Leo was beginning to have the upper hand in the spar, April and Sayuri stepped into the Lair.

“Hey Angelcakes!” Mikey exclaimed. “Who’s your pretty friend?”

Leo suddenly averted his gaze towards the entryway and was met with a familiar stare.

“Everyone! This is Sayuri.”

At his moment of distraction, Raph quickly pinned down his brother to the ground, securing victory.

“Whooo!” Raph howled. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! How’s that Fearless?”

Sayuri giggled at Leo, whose defeated, sweaty form was splayed against the dojo floor in just utter embarressment. Mikey and Donnie snickered as Raph joined them towards April and Sayuri. Master Splinter then appeared from his quarters and Leo was trailed him shyly in his wake.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you Sayuri,” Splinter smiled as she took her hand in his. Sayuri wasn’t even fazed as she looked kindly upon the old rat and laughed at something he said. “These are my sons…”

“Raphael,”

Raph grunted and nodded at her in acknowledgement.

“Donatello,”

“Pleased to meet ya,” Donnie chirped.

“Michelangelo,”

“Hello~ babycakes,” Mikey winked.

“And I’m sure you’re quite acquainted with Leonardo,” Splinter smiled as he turned towards his eldest son at the back of the room.

“Hey,” Leo said to her shyly.

“Hi,” Sayuri grinned.

Just then April looked up from her phone, “Heads up guys, Andi’s coming. Casey’s picking her up.”

“Then we better get the table set,” Leo interjected suddenly, steering away Raph who threw him a funny look as they headed into the direction of the showers instead. Splinter chuckles as a retreats to his quarters to wash up before dinner. He excuses himself and leaves promptly.

“Alright!” Mikey cheered, slinging his arms across Sayuri and April’s. “Three of the hottest babes in New York are gonna be under this roof tonight!”

“Watch your hands, Mikey. Sayuri’s not exactly single.” April winked as Sayuri blushed profusely.

“My bad, my bad,” Mikey raised his hands. “Anyways Sayuri, may I have the pleasure of touring you around our humble abode?” Sayuri laughed at Mikey’s posh imitation as he offered his arm to her.

“Yes you may good sir,” Sayuri smiled as she looped her arm through his.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

The household held such a chaotic and vibrant energy. Splinter with his wisdom, Mikey with his charms, Raphael with his quiet brooding, Donatello with his imagination, and well… Leo with what Sayuri calls his “adorable anxiety.” Everyone was settling down at the table, both their bottoms and the bottoms of plates of heaping food when Casey enters the Lair. Behind him a girl, just about Sayuri’s age and height follows. She was wearing a pink sweater tucked in white slacks. Her long, caramel hair was in a half-up hairstyle adorned with a pink bow. Sayuri thought two things, one: she looked like the softest thing on the planet and that she couldn’t possibly harm a fly, two: she’s rocking the pink Barbie aesthetic. At the sight of her, Donnie ran towards the young woman with such haste that he nearly knocked Mikey from his seat.

“Oh Enchantress!” He sighs as he lifts her into his arms. “How I’ve missed you!”

“Hello my professor,” her hand grazed his cheek lovingly.

“Well that’s excessive,” Raph remarked from the table.

“Your stupidity is excessive,” she shot back. Mikey snorted.

“Now,” she sighed as Donnie let her down. “Where’s this Sayuri that everyone’s been talking about?”

Sayuri waved from the table.

“Hey! The name’s Andi!”

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Dinner was commencing and it was in full swing. Chinese and Italian is on the menu tonight and everyone was digging in. It was wasn’t an enormous round table where everyone sat at, so it was a quite a tight fit. Leo didn’t mind as long Sayuri’s smooth arm grazed against his on occasion, and sharing a glance afterwards.

“You all right?” He whispered to her. He smelled like his homemade soap and of green tea. Sayuri wished she could just bottle the scent of him and mist over all her cardigans.

“Yeah,” Sayuri whispered back. “Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Your family’s really cool.”

Leo smiled.

Sayuri chuckled.

“Donnie looks really happy,” she says as she watched Andi feed Donnie a dumpling from her plate. “They look so good together.”

“Yeah?” Leo says to her smiling. “So do we.”

Sayuri’s cheeks reddened as Leo held her hand under the table.

“You’re one of us now.”

[aquietwritingcorner]

Hockey

@tmnt-event-blog

Title: Hockey Challenge: TMNT-Event-Blog’s “Snow Day Play” Bingo Card (Leonardo) Prompt: Hockey  Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 579  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: PG/K+  Characters: Leonardo, Casey Jones Warning: NA Summary: April certainly didn’t expect this when it came to a certain turtle in blue, and hockey.    Notes: Ten points to whoever can correctly guess where I pulled all the hockey players’ names from. (Hint: it wasn’t from hockey players)    AO3 || ff.net

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Hockey

“Whoo! Yeah! That’s right! That was a great shot!” Casey cheered out.

“A great shot?” Leo shot back. “He only got that shot because there wasn’t a penalty called!”

“A penalty?” Casey looked over at Leo like he was crazy. “How in all a’ everything can you think that needed a penalty!”

Leo gestured at the ice. “Oh, come on! That wasn’t a check! That was obviously too aggressive to be a check!”

“If you think Williams can’t handle a baby check like that, then maybe he needs to get off the ice!” Casey shot back.

“Oh yeah?” Leo said. “Look at Braginsky’s record! He had a history of ‘accidentally’ injuring his opponents! The refs are biased!”

“You just can’t handle that your team is doin’ bad this year!” Casey shot back. “You shoulda never traded Vainamoinen!”

“Yeah? Well at least we didn’t lose Oxenstierna!” Leo shot back. “He left on his own!”

“You take that back!” Casey said, bristling.

“Why?” Leo challenged. “You know it’s true!”

From her kitchen, Raph, Don, Mikey and April watched as the verbal argument broke down into name calling, Leo and Casey getting in each other’s faces, spouting out figures, stats, and rumors about hockey teams and players.

April blinked. “Huh,” she said. “I never would have guessed that Leo of all people would get this worked up over a hockey game.” She glanced at them. “Honestly, I’d have thought it would be Raph.”

“Nah, I like football better than hockey,” Raph said.

“Still,” April said. “Leo? Really?”

“Oh, he’s always liked hockey,” Mikey said. “I just don’t think he’s ever had anyone to yell about it with before.” He cocked his head to the side as he watched Leo and Casey move incrementally closer together. “I think he’s having fun.”

“It started when we were kids,” Don explained. “Leo was having a hard time with math, and we had recently gotten a TV.”

“He means, that he had found a TV, fixed it, and figure out how to get signal,” Raph said.

“Best day of my life,” Mikey said, putting a hand over his heart and looking up dramatically.

“Anyway,” Don said, giving his brothers a look, “we very quickly discovered sports and were immediately hooked. In an effort to get Leo to practice his math more, Master Splinter gave Leo the task of watching various sporting events and keeping track of the points. But the only sport that was really playing regularly at the time was hockey.” Don shrugged. “It worked to build his math skills, but it also got him invested in the game. He’s been a fan ever since.”

“Interesting,” April said, “I—”

Whatever she was going to say was cut off by the sound of a plastic bowl and snacks hitting the floor, and furniture scraping.

“Hey!” she yelled, immediately heading towards Casey and Leo who were tussling now. “Not in my living room! I’m not afraid to kick either of you out!”

The tussling immediately stopped as both Leo and Casey looked up at April from the floor. Hand on her hips, she tore into them about spilling things in her home lecturing them even as they let go of each other and started picking up the snacks. Of course, it didn’t stop the muttering under their breath at each other as they threw insults back and forth when they thought April couldn’t hear them—and it definitely didn’t stop their grins as they did it.

[maddys-nerd-blog]

And here we are… the conclusion of Ransom.

My first truly completed fanfic work on here… geez, I can’t believe it. I didn’t think anyone would like my stuff 🤣

One of the reasons why I wanted to share this was I’d been working on this for so long that I thought it’d be cool to get this on my blog! I wanted to write a fic where Danny got some limelight for once; we know so little about him that it’s all up to interpretation to understand his overall character. Another thing I wanted to do was establish the fatherly bond he grows with Leo— in the final story their relationship is akin to Katie and Mondo’s.

Firstly I wanna thank my friends for their constant support and kindness; @queen-with-the-quill, @tending-the-hearth, @goldenflowerdragon, @joystone1217, @figuringitoutasigoalong, and @lameboobah, without you I wouldn’t have the opportunity to share my fanfics with everyone. You guys inspire me and your works are amazing.

Secondly I need to shoutout this stellar writer. She’s honestly one of my favorite fanfic authors ever and her quality is always on point. @wasted-and-ready is truly a master at her craft and if you haven’t already, please go follow her!

And finally I wanna thank you guys! This fandom, for being my happy place and my safety net. I’m honored to be part of a space where everyone is so kind and polite, and share the same passion for these turtles. You guys enjoying my cringe is all worth it 🤣

Ransom 5

A TMNT Crossover Short Story Fanfic

Part Five: Home

“Hold still mijo, I’m almost finished.” Katie applied some more disinfectant cream to the cuts around Leo’s left wrist, the dark red ligatures starting to bruise. He yelped, flinching, but he didn’t rip his hand away. “You’re doing a great job. Just keep staying still.” Katie comforted.

Danny was silent as he sat back in the sofa, patiently waiting for Katie to finish tending to the slider. Exhaustion had claimed him with a vengeance, he wasn’t in any rush to get his wounds treated. After everything they’d been through, he just wanted to sleep.

Two hours after they’d arrived back to their hideout, Katie wasted no time sending Casey, Mikey and Raph off to fetch the medical supplies. She led Leo to sit on the couch as she festered over the severity of his injuries, asking a thousand questions all at once. She wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, made him a cup of tea, basically pampering the teen with all the care she could offer. Not that the slider looked annoyed— on the contrary. He was basking in the motherly affection, soaking it all up like a sponge to water. Danny almost wanted to cry for the poor kid. If what he’d said about his own father was true, then this boy was starved for proper paternal support.

Once they’d given her the supplies the other three retreated to the corridor, letting her work in peace. When Katie had offered Danny a blanket he’d kindly declined. For now, he was content with cradling his glass of brandy— it helped to soothe the aggravating migraine currently running rampant. Lifting a hand to his nose he swiped away the thick trail of blood that had dried over his chin, wincing as his claw brushed across a cut he hadn’t realized was there previously. Must’ve been the adrenaline, he reasoned.

“Aaand… there,” Katie finished applying the cream, offering the slider a gentle smile. “Done. You did great, Leo. Lemme just wrap these up for you and you’re all set.”

Leo raised his tired gaze to Katie— there was an aura of exhaustion that exuded from his weary being, so physically drained of all energy. The poor kid probably needed a week’s worth of rest. “How’s Donnie…?”

“The worst of the flu has started to simmer out, thankfully. Just sneezing and congested now.” Katie picked up the gauze, wrapping the thin wrists in clean bandages as she worked. “His fever broke yesterday morning before we left to find you. He’s been sleeping it off ever since.”

Leo breathed a sigh of relief. As she finished wrapping his left wrist, he asked, “You okay…? You got hurt pretty bad.”

“Me?” Pausing momentarily to give the slider an astounded look, Katie couldn’t help but laugh. “Hon! I’m fine! Some petty thugs with switchblades aren’t going to be the death of me. If it was, that would be a real shitty way to go. If I DID die tonight, you may as well have thrown my pathetic ass into the Hudson.”

This garnered a genuine giggle out of the teen, making Katie smile even more— the stress lines around the edges of her lips seemed to fade. “Not the Hudson!”

“I know, I know, too good for me. Maybe toss me in Lafayette or something.”

“No way! Dude, give yourself some dignity! We’d throw you to Jersey!”

“If you ditched my ass in Jersey I’d haunt you forever and curse your pizza to be eternally cold.”

Leo actually laughed at the comment. That was promising. It at least took the edge off Katie’s shoulders as she tied the bandages to his wrist. Danny breathed a little easier, watching the interaction fondly.

She made this look so easy.

Once Katie finished wrapping his wrists Katie did a final once over, gently tipping his head side to side as she inspected his face for any more wounds she might have missed. “I think we’re good. You’re picking dinner tonight. I don’t care what it is. Name it, I’ll make it.”

Leo pondered on this decision with grand purpose, thoughtfully staring at the floor for a minute before a smile spread on his lips. “Burritos.”

Katie chuckled, slightly surprised. “Wow! My burritos? I expected pizza. You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I’d rather have what you make. Your cooking helps,” Leo wrung his hands, fingers toying with the fresh linens wrapping over his palms, looking so small in comparison. Leo’s voice turned vulnerable, honest. “… I missed you so much, Madre.”

Her face softened significantly. Something switched in her expression, emerald eyes wide with surprise at the sudden use of Spanish. Wrapping her boy up in her arms to draw him close, Katie hugged the slider with all the care she could muster. “I missed you too, mijo. We all did.”

If Leo could look any more at home than he did in Katie’s arms, the slider would have become human. The relaxed sigh, the smile of relief, holding onto her like a lifeline for comfort. It warmed Danny’s heart to watch mother and son share a tender moment of comfort after all they’d been through. Leo was lucky to have her for a mother.

After a few minutes, Katie finally withdrew from the embrace, rubbing Leo’s shell with a soft grin. “Alright hon, lemme take care of Danny and make you dinner. I think everyone is in Donnie’s room if you wanna go see them.”

Leo’s eyes brightened. “Is Donnie awake?”

“He might be. He was asleep when we left, so maybe—“ Katie didn’t get to finish her sentence before Leo sprang to his feet, hobbling into the corridor to find his surrogate brothers. Not even three minutes later, voices coming from Donnie’s room emerged with cheers of excitement.

Only Danny and Katie remained. Taking another sip of his brandy Danny smirked at the woman. “So,” he nodded in her direction. “Just us now.”

“You know that won’t last long.” Katie jested, coming to sit at his side with her box of medical supplies. “In a house full of restless teenagers they’re bound to come barging in here to use the game consoles soon.”

As she started looking through the kit, Danny could see her face up close. Shallow cuts marked finely tan skin, some running deeper around her cheekbones and temples. A cut sliced through her bottom lip and dragged down towards her chin. Around her throat a necklace of thick, violet bruises in the shape of fingers decorated her skin. There were bags under her eyes— no sleep, running on fumes, pushing the exhaustion aside for the sake of her family.

Danny felt his chest twist. “Kat…?”

“I’m fine,” Katie immediately cut him off before he could start questioning her. “Hun is a really bad shot and couldn’t hold me long enough leave any permanent damage. He didn’t hurt me too bad.”

Danny blinked, surprised. “You sure?”

Katie nodded. “I’ve been through worse.” She picked up a cotton ball, soaking it in some disinfectant. “You look like shit though.”

Danny chortled, nearly spitting out his liquor from the comment. “Me? Please.” He put his glass aside to allow her to work. “A face like mine is unbreakable! Ladies love a man with scars.”

“True. But your scars will have scars. Some of these run deeper than burns,” Katie adjusted herself to sit on her knees, reaching up to start blotting at the cut around his scalp. Instantly the burn of the alcohol made him hiss, ears flattening on his head. He didn’t think it would sear this badly— maybe he was out of practice. Or maybe he didn’t drink enough to prepare himself. Shoulda chosen th’ bourbon.

“… what did they do?” Katie asked, voice softer than usual. “Just so I know what I’m dealing with.” There was meaning behind her question. He knew this wasn’t just a medical inquiry. This was Katie’s way of asking ‘how badly did they hurt you so I can repay that tenfold’ without expressing the fury she was no doubt keeping at bay for his sake. For the kid’s sake.

“… nothing I ain’t already used to.” Danny shrugged lamely, wincing when she started cleaning the gash under his right eye. “Busted th’ shit outta me. Ya heard th’ worst of it on th’ phone.” He spared a sideways glance towards his wrists, hating how scarlet they were. “Rope burns. Blisters. Bruising. Probably cracked ribs here,” he placed a hand on the left side of his chest, pressing his fingers down to feel for the internal damage. He cringed when his bones seared from the slightest touch. “I know for a fact th’ prick gave me a concussion, my head’s spinnin’ like a mother fucker.”

Katie’s expression wilted. She stopped dabbing at his face, the white cotton ball saturated in bright red. Avoiding his face for a moment she sighed, tossing the used cotton aside to retrieve a fresh package of gauze and bandages. It was this moment of pause that she finally shrugged off the zip-up hoodie, shedding it like a snake skin and tossing it away to deal with later.

He took notice of her arms this time… covered from the elbow down in thicker, deeper scratches that had bled previously. Her nail beds were dyed in dark red.

Danny suddenly recalled in the fog of pain during the rescue, hearing a shrill shriek of agony. Something being ripped apart. Something… splattering.

And he remembered he didn’t see Hun in the aftermath. Raising his gaze to Katie, he spoke. “What happened t’ Hun?”

Her shoulders went rigid. Shame radiated her very being, arms starting to shiver. The lump in her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “… I took care of him.”

The ominous statement sent chills shooting down his spine. There was finality to her tone, wavering yet definitive. Unconsciously he reached a hand over, carefully taking one of hers and giving it a strong squeeze. Softly the yōkai brushed a thumb across sore knuckles stained with red spots and greenish-blue blemishes. “… he th’ one who left those marks on your neck?” He asked quietly. Truth be told, even in the pitch blackness of the warehouse, he hadn’t been able to make out where she’d been throughout the brawl.

She nodded.

His fingers squeezed her hand. “… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Katie replied with a shaking sigh. “It was either him or you and Leo. I’d butcher that son of a bitch twice over for what he did to you.” The words she spoke were honest and full of conviction, but her shoulders still shook.

Danny fell silent. He knew she meant it. He knew, above all else, she meant every word— ‘whatever means necessary’. Those kids were her world. She’d put everything on the line for their happiness. He didn’t doubt her loyalty to the boys that had given her reason to stay alive. Hun had it coming for ages, whether that be at Katie’s hand or at the Shredder’s was been up for debate… until now. Truthfully he was glad the bastard paid the price of his consequences— he wasn’t sorry to see the man go.

And yet he could sense her grief. Did she blame herself for this…?

Wordlessly he moved in close, draping his arms around her waist and drawing her near. Moving slow as to not startle the woman, the yōkai pressed a kiss into her shoulder blade. Her body felt warm under his hold, bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort as she leaned back into him to better fit into his embrace, desperately trying to relax. “No fue tu culpa, ¿sabes?” He murmured beneath her skin, pressing another kiss onto her neck. “Nada de lo de esta noche fue tu culpa.”

“You don’t gotta lie just to make me feel better.” Katie shook her head. “We both know it was me he wanted.”

“Ya couldn’t have known he was gonna come after us in broad daylight. It was shit luck.”

“But I’m always the main reason why this happens! It’s MY problem, I was the one who killed Karai! Now I’m target number one, which includes all of you! This isn’t the life I wanted for them, for us, for you!” She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes and shuddered sorrowfully. “And even if Hun’s gone they’ll still keep looking for us. It’s only a matter of when.”

“They ain’t gonna look for us down here. We made sure of that.”

“It hasn’t stopped them before.”

He tightened his arms around her middle. “That was before ya took out their biggest muscle. They know they’re not gonna risk touching th’ kids again without goin’ through ya.”

“Daniel. They tried to KILL you just to get me to come out there. Hun could have killed you.”

“As long as Leo’s safe it don’t matter t’ me.”

“You matter just as much as those kids. Don’t you DARE think that if you died tonight I would have been able to handle it.” Katie’s voice was shaky, her arms wrapping around herself as the floodgate of emotions threatened to burst at the seams. “I’ve already lost so much.”

“You and I both know that I ain’t th’ easiest guy t’ kill. I’m like a cat. Got nine lives.” Danny tried to jest. “I think I still got seven left.”

She went eerily silent. Lips pursed thin, her chin wobbling. “… Daniel.” She whimpered. “What would I have done if I lost you?”

His eyes widened. She never used his full name, only ever using it in moments where her vulnerability was laid bare. “Baby…” he brought his hands onto her shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “Ya aren’t losin’ me.”

“I almost did.” She wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. “You weren’t there when things got bad for us. When we were with Fugitoid. Leo hasn’t sounded like that in years, not since I pulled him out of the Prison Scape. He…” she shuddered. “He called you DAD.”

Danny squeezed her shoulders, his chest tight from the memory. “… yeah. I know.” He sullenly acknowledged. “I heard him.”

“And he was calling for his Dad, Daniel. He was calling for his Dad and Hun almost KILLED you in front of him and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it!” Katie finally snapped her head back to look at the yōkai with anguish. “What was I gonna do if he really killed you?! What if he killed Leo too?! I wouldn’t have been able to stop him! I would’ve heard two of the most important people in my life die because I wasn’t there to take those beatings!”

Danny almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Mouth agape as he fought to find words to convey his utter astonishment over this confession. “Kathrine…”

She took a staggering breath, dragging in air through clenched teeth. “It should’ve been me. It should’ve been me, not either of you. NONE of you. If Hun…” Katie closed her eyes squeezed shut as if to stave off the sheer idea of what might have been. “If he really did kill you two… I don’t know how I’d live with myself.”

The yōkai couldn’t find words. His mouth hung open, unable to speak. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Kathrine was a lot of things— reckless. Headstrong. Stubborn and cocky. But she was also fierce, wildly ambitious, spontaneous and spirited. Beneath all this there was a woman with a brittle shell that would crack under the immense pressure she put herself through for the sake of the kids she took under her care. He understood her foggy mental state… but never knew she thought so badly of herself.

To see herself dead first over losing everyone… to watch her beat herself up over circumstances she couldn’t control. It was giving Hun what he wanted even in death; to see her crumble.

Hell. No.

“Kathrine. Look at me.” Danny moved with ease, scooting around to better position himself to sit at her side. He cupped her face into his palm, raising her head to meet his gaze properly. “Ya know what kind of life I came from before I found you. Ya know I worked for Big Mama. Gettin’ th’ shit kicked outta me was just th’ norm. It was my job t’ get things done no matter how hard it got. She didn’t care about me, or Leonard and Mickey. I was a criminal living my day to day in a back alley apartment hoping th’ cops never caught me. I was a shallow bastard who couldn’t see what I was missing until you opened my eyes. I was… nothing.” He brushed his thumbs across her cheekbones, delicate to the touch. “You’re th’ first woman in my life that never treated me like I was expendable. I can handle gettin’ kicked and punched a couple times… but losin’ you?” He touched her forehead to his. “That’s a life I can’t live.”

Katie’s emerald orbs flashed with somber regret, lips still quivering. “Danny…” she whimpered, sounding on the verge of tears. “I’m nothing special.”

“You kidding?” He chuckled airily. “Outta all th’ women I’ve ever met, you’re th’ first who did th’ impossible.”

“Which was?”

Danny’s eyes turned affectionate. Golden eyes the color of starlight drank all of her in like priceless wine. Beautiful and alluring, a forbidden fruit no man could savor the taste of for long. She’d been burned before. She’d been hurt by men— and a woman— who used and threw her away. They didn’t get to see the core under the skin of what created her, the roots of her being that housed the very foundation of who Kathrine was.

An officer hellbound to her duty. A sister who missed her family. A mother who put her boys first.

A woman with a heart that hesitated when it came to love. But he’d been lucky to pull the curtain back, to see her, to catch a rare glimpse inside the mind of the human who helped set him free from a life of servitude.

And he voiced the truth to her plain as day. “Ya made me fall in love with you.”

Katie’s shoulders went rigid. It was as if she were fighting to keep everything at bay. The woman looked so stiff he worried she would start crumbling under the weight of all they’d been forced to deal with. Inching her hands around to return the hug she held him closer to her, leaning her head forward to better rest it against his neck. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing. The staggering silence between them lasted ten minutes… maybe longer. He didn’t know. He wasn’t going to rush her.

He merely held her close, continuing to press kisses into her hair, providing the love she’d been denied but eagerly craved. “I got ya,” he mumbled between kisses. “I got ya Kathrine. Just keep breathing. Deep breaths, doll. One… two… three… you got it.”

Katie’s fingers dug into the flimsy fabric of his shirt. He could feel moisture on his shoulder. “I love you,” came the soft whisper of the detective against him.

“I love you too,” he warmly replied, tilting her head up to look at him again. “No matter what I gotta deal with, I’m glad I stayed. No amount of money could change my mind.”

“How did you end up helping ME through a mental crisis after YOU got kidnapped? That’s not fair!”

“Hey, ya saved my ass tonight, I’d consider it even.”

Katie smirked. “You’re a jackass.”

“But I’m yours,” he ran a set of fingers through her hair, loose and tangled, claws gently pulling knots free. “And that’s enough for me.” Shifting upright, Danny carefully arranged himself to better sit comfortably to fix his aching spine, groaning when he heard the tailbone pop. “OW— Fuck, me. I ain’t sitting straight for a MONTH.”

“I can tell,” Katie wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, finally gathering her wits about her to start treating him. “Lemme check your wrists, your skin’s torn.”

They spent the next few minutes in comfortable ease, Katie cleaning and wrapping wounds as Danny listened to her idle chitchat, passing the time by trading jokes and stupid stories to better lighten the mood. The worst of his wounds were located around his chest and abdomen, deep knicks and bruising from where Hun had kicked him leaving behind nasty marks. He played it off of course— “Yer tryin’ t’ get me shirtless that bad? Ya REALLY must’ve missed me,”— which earned him a playful swat to the stomach.

In fifteen minutes she’d managed to wrap his torso in bandaging, winding some around his left shoulder, putting cotton gauze beneath the thicker linens to stop the wounds from bleeding. He applied the healing salves to the burns on his wrists, internally grateful for the mystic properties in the medicine to speed up the process. Danny was beginning to feel like a mummy by the time they finished setting the shattered bone in his tail.

“Should be okay now,” Katie put a bandage across the bridge of his nose. “I got painkillers you can take.”

“God, yes please,” Danny slumped into the couch, flexing his hands to shake off the painful sting of the mystic ointments kicking in. “I need something t’ shake this migraine off.”

“A migraine is the least of your worries,” Katie tossed him a packet of pills. “That concussion should settle by the end of the week but you should focus on resting.”

“Can do,” Danny nodded in her direction, swallowing the pill with ease. “So. What now? Th’ Purple Dragons still out there?”

“Whoever we knocked out I left for the police. Casey called ahead of time to give them a heads up that we were… taking care of some punks.” Katie closed her medical kit, snapping the latches shut with a sigh. “I’m just glad the kids didn’t see the mess.”

Danny spared another look at her scratched arms, irritated, still furiously red against the beautiful tan. “Nah. Hold on,” he stopped her from putting the kit away, motioning for her to sit again. “Lemme clean those. Just cuz ya ain’t as busted up as me it don’t mean ya aren’t hurt.”

Mouth opening with bemusement, Katie plopped herself down beside him, handing the yōkai the box. “Look at you! Mister ‘Let me be assertive’ over here!”

“I can be VERY assertive. Ya just haven’t seen me in action yet,” Danny winked in her direction, popping the med kit open once more to fetch the mystic salves and some linens.

“Is that a promise?” Katie leaned forward, looking promiscuous beside him, an obvious attempt to flirt as she held her arm forward for him to take as though waiting for the yōkai to start peppering her knuckles with kisses. She waggled her fingers teasingly for emphasis.

“Honey,” Danny took her wrist, pulling her arm to better lean forward and press a kiss to her pulse, admiring the bright red hue that dusted her cheeks. “I’ll show ya every damn night.”

Katie hummed affectionately— the butterflies in his stomach stirring from the sound. It reminded him how much he’d truly missed her. What would he do if he never got to hold her like this again? To cherish her, fawn over her? His heart fluttered with adoration over the detective. Looking into those eternal emerald eyes he knew his heart was hers, and hers alone.

Wordlessly Danny closed the distance between them; he kissed the woman, short and brief, but long enough to catch her by surprise. Against the bitter tang of blood that lingered from her lip she still tasted faintly of tangerines. When he went to pull away, Katie was suddenly returning the sentiment, kissing him back stronger than before. His hand slowly came to cup her face, pulling Katie close, cherishing this moment, savoring this reunion for however long he could. For such a woman to render him weak willed such as this, for a woman to turn him to putty in her hands…

God, I dunno what I did t’ earn this, but I’ll never doubt ya again.

By the time their moment of revived passion ended and they began to part from their kiss, the living room was suddenly awash with the telltale gaggle of laughter and loud jokes, the boys flooding into the threshold. They were nothing but lively, like nothing in the past few days had changed them; if anything it only made them closer. Donnie rode atop Raph’s back as he carried the younger of the group into the room, looking much more giddy than before but still slightly pale in the face. Leo and Casey were beaming, sharing a joke with each other, the human toting the old Wii console under his arm. Mondo was carrying a plethora of games that were ready to topple out of his hands. Mikey absconded to raid the kitchen for snacks.

“— no WAY you’re being Waluigi! You hog him all the time!”

“Cuz he’s the best character to play! And by default since I’m home, I get to choose first!”

“Ya better not pick Rainbow Road either, or I’ll snap th’ game disc in half.”

“You got anger issues, man.”

Their eyes fell upon their caretakers. And in true fashion, all five of them began to tease them.

“Oooooooooooo~!” “Shame, shame!”

“One word outta any of you and you’re ALL grounded.”

“EXCUSE ME, I WAS JUST HELD PRISONER FOR THREE DAYS! I get privileges!”

“I was right there with ya, don’t mean I get special attention!”

Leo scrunched up his beak and stuck out his tongue. Donnie giggled at the sight. “Whatever! All I know is I’m totally kicking ALL of your shells tonight.”

“Not unless I break your record!” Mikey cackled, dropping an armful of Milk Duds, Raisinets, gummies and various types of potato chips to the coffee table in favor of seizing one of the remotes to start up the console. “I’m Toad cuz he’s the main man!”

“Oh come on! Pick someone else,” Casey groaned with a playful grin. He casually sat himself in front of the television as Leo turned it on, hooking up the Wii. “We all know Bowser is a powerhouse!”

Raph helped Donnie off his back, the shorter turtle settling into the comfortable recliner he loved to lounge in. “Hey, come on, settle down. Why not let Don choose first?”

“I can wait,” Donnie smiled, wrapping himself up in a fluffy blue blanket for warmth as he settled in, sniffling, popping a cough drop into his mouth. “Let Leo go first.”

“And THIS,” Leo hugged the purple masked mutant. “Is why YOU’RE my favorite brother.” He plopped into the seat beside him without a care in the world, Wii remote in hand and an eager grin on his beak. “Victory is ours, Donnie!”

The boys quickly fell into their status quo: Raph telling Casey what to do, Casey in turn protesting the decisions the oldest made, Mondo happily sitting on the floor watching the chaos unravel as he and Mikey started munching on Doritos, Leo and Donnie trading corny jokes with each other, the difference being the pair were squished into the chair, remaining close.

“Well,” Danny snorted in amusement. “Guess we don’t gotta worry ‘bout them bein’ scared anymore.”

“Guess not,” Katie agreed. She leaned against his side comfortably, head falling to rest on his shoulder. “But they always know how to bounce back. My boys are stronger than steel.”

“Ya mean our boys?” Danny asked quietly.

Katie gasped. Her eyes widened in awe. “Our…?”

“Is that wrong?”

“No.” Katie nuzzled her cheek into his arm comfortably, hugging his side tighter. “It’s got a nice ring to it.” Then, softer, in a heartfelt voice, she added, “I think you’d be an amazing dad. These boys need that kind of pillar in their lives right now.”

“… ya think I’m up for th’ task?”

“I can’t think of anyone better.”

He couldn’t deny that. After all he’d been through the last few days the term endeared him to the prospect of being part of this unit. Leo granting him the moniker of ‘Dad’ had changed him. Life had been unforgiving to him for so long he’d all but given up hope that things were never going to be better… but in this hideaway, surrounded by the people who cared about him the most…

This was everything he’d ever wanted.

“Hey, Dad!” Leo suddenly caught him by surprise when the teen tossed the man a Wii remote. He caught it single handedly. “Care to join me in a tag-team challenge?”

“Since when did this become tag-team?!” Casey exclaimed. “That’s not fair!”

Leo threw an arm over Donnie’s shoulders, disregarding Casey. “As always, Dee and I are the Dream Team. Dad’s our backup. And Mom can be moral support!”

“No WAY, dude,” Mondo threw himself into the vacant spot at Katie’s right side, like an overly eager puppy whose tail was slapping the cushions. “We call dibs on Mom! Right Mike?”

“For SURE, Bruh!” Mikey gave his gecko companion a fist-bump in solidarity, sitting cross legged on the carpet. “Mom’s our secret weapon, you guys are done for!”

Raph and Casey exchanged a sideways glance with each other, nodding. “You’re gonna find out why we’re th’ real A Team,” Raph high-fived his co-conspirator. “Don’t come crying t’ us when we wipe th’ floor with ya.”

Donnie blew a raspberry, pushing his glasses up his snout to look cartoonishly smug. “I beg to differ. I’ve been practicing my ‘kart driving skills while I was sick. Prepare to LOSE.”

“Oh really?” Katie giggled, eyeing Danny with a smug grin. Crossing her arms she decided to dare him. “What say you, Daniel? You ready for me to whoop your ass?”

Danny’s golden eyes glinted mischievously. He held up the controller, waggling it in front of the woman as Leo and Donnie cheerfully started chanting his name. “Babe. I love ya…”

He pushed the start button. The game came to life on the television screen, bright colors illuminating the living room walls. “But you’re goin’ DOWN.”

*******************

The lair fell into a comfortable silence after hours of giddy laughter, gamer smack talk and joyful cries. The television stayed on, reruns of classic gangster films illuminating the walls and painting the living room in sepia tones. Emptied boxes of candy, bowls of popcorn kernels, and mugs of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table.

The strange assortment of misfits were sound asleep; Raph sat on the floor with his back to the left side wall near the couch, head falling to rest against the armrest, snoring softly. Casey lay starfished on his back in the rug with a simple throw blanket bunched around his legs, snoring the loudest out of all the teens. Mikey curled into a ball near the recliner, muttering in his sleep about catching waves in the California sun.

Both Leo and Donnie were huddled in the kicked-up recliner, sleeping peacefully for the first time in days. The techy turtle’s glasses were askew on his face, game controller having been dropped from lax hands to his lap, his temple resting on the slider’s shoulder. Leo’s expression was calm, a soft smile on his face as Donnie rested at his side. Brothers reunited although not bound by blood, were subconsciously put to ease in one another’s presence.

Mondo slept happily at his mother’s side like he belonged, his tail wrapped tight around his body to sustain some warmth despite being buried under a thick quilt. His head was pressed to her arm, safe and sound, a giant grin plastered to his scaly features.

And then there were the caretakers. Danny was laying on the left side of the sofa, Katie in the middle, his tail circled around her waist to pull her closer. The woman’s head fell to rest upon his chest, ear pressed to his heart to listen to its heartbeat. Entangled within a loving embrace the two didn’t seem too keen on being split apart.

Momentarily blinking into consciousness Danny opened his right eye, groggy as hell, taking one more look at the scene surrounding him. The peaceful silence, the sense of safety, the assurance to know he wouldn’t be waking in an unknown room… it was nothing like he was used to. He never KNEW this feeling. His own father would never have afforded him that sort of kindness when he was younger. For the first time in his life, Danny felt as though he could sleep without fear. He had a woman who loved him. He was the stand-in father figure to a group of boys that seemed to respect him. He’d grown a bond with Leo, who viewed him as a father.

Danny’s gaze fell upon Katie, who still managed to look captivatingly beautiful even in slumber. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

What did I do to deserve her?

Pressing a tender kiss into her hair he nuzzled his cheek against her own. He breathed in the familiar scent of rose shampoo from thick charcoal locks, his heart growing full as he began to fall back to sleep in the comforting hold of the woman he cherished more than life itself.

Danny no longer feared the unknown. He would no longer allow himself to be tethered to the chains of regret that weighed him down. Mama had no power over him. His father couldn’t hurt him. Hun would never hurt anyone again.

Danny slept for the first time finally believing in three things:

He was safe.

He was happy.

He was home.

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And that’s all she wrote!!

Thank you so much for reading!! Hope you liked this!! 🥹

[chbnews]

Please help! Everyone in Cabin 10 seems to have lost their minds! I’m just trying to prepare for Capture the Flag and training with the Ares kids, but every time I try to leave they keep flooding me with questions about who I think the camp matchmaker should be or if I think we should date Cabin 9 kids. What’s going on!? What happened in the last 24 hours!??

-Sincerely, Casey

Ikr it’s so confusing, so basically people on the blog were explaining the drama between the Ares, Aphrodite and Hephaestus campers and for some reason people are arguing if Clovis or Piper should be the Camp matchmaker??

I think it’s because Clovis got a bunch of asks asking if certain campers pairings would work and now somehow they’re shipping Mark and Cecil?

Also apparently the Ares cabin has tuna in their ventilation and got stink bombed by Leo Valdez 💀. Also now they’re trying to fight Percy (and burn his blue cookies his mom dropped off a few days ago) because he stole something from there and there’s a missing blanket from cabin 15.

-🫐

[jerzwriter]

In the Middle of the Night

Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff / Humor

Summary:   Casey's now in her third trimester, and she can't sleep through the night, and that means Tobias isn't either. Luckily, they make the best of it together.

Words: 492

A/N: You ever just have a scenario pop into your head? Well, that's what happened here. I think it's a sweet little story, I hope you enjoy it. @choices-february2023 - Day 12 - Marriage

She couldn’t believe Boston could ever be this silent, even at this hour of the night. That’s what Casey thought as she stared into the dark, barely able to see the ceiling above her. She tilted her head to look at the alarm clock. 2:00 AM. There was no way she was getting enough sleep tonight, and she was already sleep deprived. She placed one hand atop her swollen belly and gently poked her husband awake with the other.

“Tobias,” she whispered. “Tobias… wake up.”

“Hmmph!” he startled, eyes still shut as he replied. “What’s up, baby?”

“Tobias, I’ve gotta pee.”

That got his attention, and his eyes opened wide. 

“Uh, OK. So are you going to the bathroom?”

“I don’t want to,” she pouted. “I’m tired, and I’ve already gotten up twice. This isn’t supposed to happen until later in my pregnancy.”

Tobias rolled from his back onto his side, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he looked at his wife’s face.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry, but it can happen anytime in the third trimester, and you’re there now.”  He placed his hand over hers, then gently rubbed her growing bump. “Leave it to this little pain in the butt to start using your bladder as a step stool already. Do you want me to reprimand her?”

“No,” Casey giggled. “I don’t want you to scold our unborn child. What I want you to do is pee for me.”

“You want me to pee for you?”

“Yes. Go to the bathroom, so I don’t have to get up, and relieve my well-pounced-on bladder for me.”

“You know I would if I could.”

Casey rubbed his head with a gentle smile. “I absolutely know that you would.”

“But,” he said, sitting up from the bed, “since I can’t, the least I can do is get up and accompany you.”

“To the bathroom?” She queried.

“Yes, to the bathroom. We can consider it a date.”

“A date. To watch me pee?”

“Hey, don’t knock it, babe. Some people pay good money for that kind of thing.”

“Stop it!” Casey giggled as she threw her legs over the bed and took Tobias’s outreached hand.

“Shall I bring a pillow?” He asked. “I can prop it up on the sink. You can just rest there until bambina decides to use your bladder as a trampoline again.”

“Not yet,” Casey smiled, “but I’ll tell you what, in another month or so, that will be our date night.”

“I’ve already got it written on the calendar,” he said with a kiss to her forehead. 

He pushed the bathroom door open and extended his arm toward the toilet.

“Here we go, darlin’! Only the best seat in the house for my girl.”

“Tobias,” she laughed. “I don’t know how I’d make it through this without you.”

“Mmm. Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out. Now… hurry up. All this talk, now I’ve gotta go, too.”

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