#did this answer your prompt no not really. but casey is like what is UP with those guys lmao

[moonshynecybin]

honeysuckle: how our love unites enemies

honeysuckle:

scream okay i just edited some of airport au before getting these so it was rattling around in my head. and this ask made me think it would be funny if casey stoner showed up. so here. bad comedy. for those who do not remember last we left marc “the weirdest rumor i ever heard about myself was that i was gay” marquez, he had just had a sex dream about valentino rossi, who has recentlyish decided to be his friend again. as you can imagine he’s a bit confused about all this:

Marc decides that he should probably avoid Valentino for a while, after a dream like that. Get some distance and get his head on straight.

The problem is, Valentino apparently very much does not want to avoid Marc.

It’s in the chaos of the flyaways, that long slog at the end of the season, and Marc doesn’t have anything to prove at this point except for all the different things that he does, and it’s Phillip Island, a track where he can make a difference. He knows he has an opportunity where he can really sink his teeth into something here.

All said, it’s his favorite track, he’s looking forward to the weekend— and he’s really looking forward to approximately 9,000 miles between him and Valentino Rossi and his long fingers.

Which of course means that when he wheels around a corner on his scooter that Friday, he doesn’t expect to see Vale standing next to the media center with a day old scruff decorating the cut of his jaw and Casey goddamn Stoner bitching away about aero at his elbow.

Marc, shocked and in his raincoat, applies the brake to his scooter in an acute fashion and skids a little, motocross style.

Vale, under his neon yellow umbrella and always attracted to the sound of screeching rubber, sees him.

He starts walking.

Horrifically, Casey follows.

Marc smiles.

“I’ve been cornered.”

“Put your hands up in the name of the law,” Vale says in a terrible imitation of a cowboy, and then greets him. “Ah, you are ready for tomorrow?”

Marc nods before he can tell his neck what to do.

“Looks like no practice today, and more rain,” What would he normally say to Valentino. Well, normally he wouldn’t say anything. So that’s probably not a viable strategy.

“That’s good for you, yes?” Vale says, blue eyes intent on him, like he’s genuinely interested.He steps close to Marc, including him under his umbrella, and Marc tightens his fingers hard on the handlebars of the scooter. “Less practice for others and then— with the rain, easier to catch? A left-hand circuit, so you have more room to outpace the factory bikes.”

Casey, walking slowly, arrives in time to catch the tail end of Vale’s statement, and his eyebrows twitch up, gaze ping-ponging back and forth between them.

Marc waves.

Vale, though blunt, is not wrong, and Marc will take a win in the wet of it comes to that, but the forecast clears as the weekend progresses, and the thing he’s really missing so far this year is a clean win. No wet, no sand, just him and the motorcycle and everyone else behind him. The GP23, despite being unequivocally weaker after he exploded in Indonesia and they removed his improved flywheel, is still a bike that he has enough experience on that he can use his style a bit more and manipulate it the way he needs to, so the parts change hasn’t made too much of an impact on his pace. Plus, this is also one of Pecco’s more mediocre tracks, something he knows that Vale knows but will never say to Marc. Honestly, if it’s not for Pecco or the floundering VR46 team squad (unlikely), he has no idea why Vale is here. Maybe Casey invited him to do some dirt track.

He opens his mouth to twist all this into something shiny enough that it can be outwardly verbalized to two other world champions when Casey, so far neglected by Vale, speaks.

“Wow. You know, I really didn’t believe it.”

They pause.

“That you two had made up again, I mean,” He throws a thumb Vale’s way. “I thought this one would take it to his grave, he’s good at that.”

Marc hits him with a weak smile and Vale doesn’t even look over, eyes still on Marc and whatever he sees on his face.

Casey seems to notice, and a divot appears between his eyebrows. Marc scrambles to find something to say that will make this interaction end in the next ten seconds.

“Um, so what convinced you that he wasn’t evil?” Casey asks. So much for that dream.

“Same thing that convinced me that you weren’t,” Vale quips.

“Jury’s still out, then?”

Vale puts a hand on Marc’s shoulder and laughs at Casey beatifically. “Ah, no. Maybe he is just prettier than you? Better in bed, you know.”

Marc laughs, high and shrill, and Casey and Vale both turn to look at him.

“Okay, Marc?” Casey asks, and Marc nods. It’s a normal joke— it’s the kind Vale’s made before. About him, about Jorge Lorenzo, probably about Casey. If 20 year old Marc were here right now, he would just be thrilled that Vale was teasing Casey and using Marc to do it. That idiot would sit here and smile and think about women when he went home to jack off and go on with his day. No such pleasures for 31 year old Marc.

He swallows. He hasn’t responded quick enough. Vale’s eyes narrow, and Marc feels horribly exposed. He’s gotta get out of here.

“Yeah, yeah. Something in my throat, you know? Gresini— uh, they need me in the box, I have to go over something. For tomorrow, the sprint. So. I should go. It was nice seeing you both, I’ll see you later— “

He punches the gas, and as they scramble away from the scooter to avoid getting any toes caught in the crossfire, he zooms away before he can hear their responses.

When Vale’s hand slides off of Marc’s shoulder as he accelerates, the places where his fingers touched Marc burn all the way back to the garage.

[jerzwriter]

Thank you to @icecoffee90 for this prompt sent to me 250 years ago! lol I had an idea while driving today, and I'm glad I had the time to write it down!

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Featuring: Jackie Varma, Samantha Carrick (F!OC), and Pietro, original cat. Rating: Teen Words: 1,076 Summary: Jackie stops by for a visit with a gift in tow, but Pietro has some opinions about it.

A/N: I didn't think this could fit a prompt for @choicesjanuary2025, but then I realized Winter Coat did it! :)

Jackie rushed up the steps to Tobias and Casey’s townhome, doing her best to juggle a bottle of Malbec under one arm and a gift bag under the other. A sinister grin came to her lips as she reached the landing, where she pressed the doorbell over and over again. Casey appeared in an instant, little Samantha on her hip.

"Seriously, Jackie!" She grimaced. "Ringing one time was sufficient; you didn’t need to do it a dozen times! What if Sammy had been sleeping?"

"Relax, MacTavish!"

"Carrick..." Casey corrected.

"Whatever..." Jackie dismissed, stepping into the vestibule, the cold of the Boston winter radiating off her body as she hung her coat in the foyer and turned back to her friend and mussing Sammy’s hair. "I called Tobias five minutes ago, so I knew Samantha was awake. I just wanted you to answer the door quickly so I wouldn't freeze to death out there! Besides, I thought it might ward off your demonic beast."

Tobias stepped into the small space as if on cue, furry little Pietro nuzzled in his arms. "Are you blaspheming my precious little boy again? Or are you referring to me?"

"Yes!" Jackie scowled, staring daggers at the at the little feline, but Pietro turned away, uninterested.

"I come bearing gifts," she said, raising the wine and gift bag over her head as she strutted into the living room.

Casey placed Sammy on the floor, delighted as she watched the toddler immediately crawl over to Pietro.

"A gift? What’s the occasion?” Casey asked.

“It’s Friday, and I’m blessing you with my presence. You’re welcome,” Jackie smirked, kicking off her boots. “You said you wanted to get more books for Samantha, and I found this at that used book store we go to in Cambridge.”

Tobias gave Jackie a bemused look as Casey pulled the book out of the bag. “The Complete Works of Edgar Alan Poe?” he laughed. “I mean, I like it, but you understand Sammy is one, right?”

“I’m aware, but I figured if you’re going to let this satanic furball run the place, you might as well lean into the vibe, and nothing says ‘gothic chaos’ like Poe.”

Pietro lept onto the couch gracefully, draping himself beside Jackie like an expensive throw. His blue eyes narrowed at her, who instinctively held up the wine bottle as if it were a shield.

“Relax, Lucifer,” she muttered. “I’m not here to dethrone you. I know my place!”

Casey shook her head with a laugh. “Jackie, you’re so dramatic. He’s literally doing nothing.”

“He’s plotting,” Jackie countered. “Look at him. He’s not a cat; he’s an evil genius!”

Tobias sat on the arm of the couch, lovingly stroking Pietro’s head. “You really have it out for this little guy, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jackie said, rolling her eyes. “Last time I was here, he knocked my phone off the counter while maintaining direct eye contact with me. That’s not a pet. That’s a criminal mastermind!”

Casey chuckled. “Why don’t we pour the wine? Or did you bring that for some ritual intended to exorcize our beloved pet?”

“Well, now that you mention it,” Jackie smirked, picking a chip out of the wooden bowl on the coffee table and popping it into her mouth.

“So, what do you suggest we read to Sammy before bed tonight?” Casey asked. “The Raven? Or The Haunted Palace?”

“I don’t know; why don’t you whip out a Ouija board and have your furry beast decide?”

Pietro stood up and stretched before meandering over to inspect the book with the air of a curator evaluating an unworthy addition to his collection. Then, with one swift movement of his paw, he sent it tumbling to the floor.

Jackie gasped, pointing accusingly. “You see?! I told you! He’s the devil!”

Tobias burst out laughing as Casey picked up the book. “He’s not the devil,” Casey laughed. “He's just curious.”

Pietro rushed over to Jackie, landing on her lap with confidence.

“No. No, no, no," Jackie cried. "Get him off me! Get him off, now!"

“Oh, come on," Casey grinned, rubbing Peito’s head as she took a seat next to her friend. "He’s trying to bond with you.”

“This isn’t bonding. This is a power move. He’s trying to establish dominance.”

"That's not true," Tobias laughed, slinking into an armchair. "I know all about establishing dominance, and that's not how you do it. When Casey and I are..."

"TOBIAS!" Casey and Jackie yelled simultaneously, sending a frightened little Peitro scurrying away.

"TOO much information, babe!" Casey scolded, but Jackie’s eyes were full of relief.

"Whatever, if it got Beelzebub off my lap, I’ll endure your kinky sex talk. I hope you know that cat’s going to kill you in your sleep one day,” Jackie said, keeping an eye on him as he cautiously reentered the room. “They'll write a story about it. ‘The Fall of the House of Carrick,’ maybe... You know, I should try to get movie rights to that now."

"Mmh," Tobias nodded, putting down his glass of wine. "Smart financial move!"

Casey rolled her eyes. “You’re both insane.”

“Perhaps,” Jackie shrugged. “But you’re blind to the evil you’ve welcomed into your home. But don't worry, I’ll be here for the aftermath. I’ll take care of Sammy and all, you know, for the sake of the movie rights.”

"Much appreciated, Jackie," Tobias laughed. “We’ll be sure to leave you the cat in our will.”

“Don't you dare!”

The night went on with the usual revelry that occurred when Jackie visited. Eventually, she ended up on the floor playing with Samantha as Pietro stood watch nearby. When it was finally time to leave, she looked down at the cat, now lounging atop the book Jackie gave them.

“I see you, Satan," she glared. "You're reading the book to get ideas!"

Pietro meowed sharply, accepting the challenge.

“Enjoy the book,” Jackie called to Casey and Tobias as she headed for the door. “And maybe consider getting an exorcist while you’re at it.”

Tobias turned to Casey with a laugh as soon as the door shut. “So... do you want to tell her we're considering getting a second cat?”

Casey shrugged. "Nah, if we do, let's wait and surprise her. But one thing is for certain now."

"Oh, yeah," Tobias smiled, sitting next to Casey and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "What's that?"

"If we get another cat, we’re definitely naming it Poe!"

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfic

[agent-birdnoises]

🥄with Lokius for the bed sharing prompts?

When B-15 walks into the Chrono Bay, the first thing she registers are raised voices and her gaze immediately drifts to the pair standing at Mobius' desk, animatedly arguing with each other and seemingly not even realizing that they're not alone right now.

“ – it's not fair, Mobius!” Loki is just saying, flailing his arms around to maybe a point somehow.

“It's totally fair,” the analyst is answering with a scoff. “We agreed on this switching system, remember?”

Loki rolls his eyes very dramatically. “Of course I remember.”

“So why are you making a big deal out of this?”

“Because last night doesn't count!”

“It does –”

“Oh, it so does not –!”

And so it goes on.

B-15 stares at it for a moment longer before she gravitates to the group of workers somewhere in the distance who obviously decided at some point to huddle together and watch the spectacle from afar with bated breath. One of them is Casey and B-15 stops right next to him.

“What is going on?” she asks.

Casey barely casts a glance in her direction. “They're arguing.”

B-15 sighs, internally as well as externally. “I can see that. What about?”

Casey shrugs. “We haven't figured that one out so far. It could be anything at this point. Loki might have just misplaced some of Mobius' socks or he tried to conquer another planet again. Everything is possible.”

B-15 frowns, at first not really sure what to make of this.

But when it becomes apparent that both Mobius and Loki are in a loop they can't seem to get out of on their own and it does nothing but disrupt the entire work environment, she inhales deeply before walking up to the bickering couple.

“Hey, hey, what is going on here?” she exclaims, just loud enough to startle them both out of their argument. They look at her as though they had totally forgotten other people beside them exist.

“Um … nothing,” Mobius eventually says. “Just … a little disagreement.”

B-15 narrows her eyes. “And this is important enough to fight it out at your workplace?”

Mobius and Loki glance around and suddenly appear to notice all those eyes resting on them. They both smile tightly in such a similar manner that it's almost scary. They clearly spend too much time together.

“Look, I don't need to know any details,” B-15 tells them. “But if this is affecting your work, I will have to separate you –”

Naturally that makes them tense up instantly.

“No, no, no –”

“Seriously, that's not necessary –”

B-15 huffs. “Then either solve your issue quietly right now or keep it down until after hours, you hear me? Because I've got no problem with sending one of you to the other end of the TVA for the rest of the week.”

Even though B-15 actually doesn't have the final say in such matters, she obviously appears authoritative enough that both men sag their shoulders in defeat.

“Yes, of course, we're very sorry,” Mobius says, with Loki nodding in agreement.

B-15 hums. “Fine. Then let's go back to work.”

With these words she marches off, her head held high, and she just hears Casey mumble to one of the other workers, “Great, now we will never know what they were arguing about,” before she walks around the corner.

Because at the end of the day it doesn't matter.

Mobius and Loki are going to work this out, just like they always do.

---

“See what you did?” Mobius whispers just when B-15 is out of earshot. “You got us reprimanded.”

Not that Mobius is a complete stranger to this – Ravonna did that to him more times than he can count back in the days –, but the principle still stands.

Loki, as expected, doesn't look happy about that. “This isn't my fault.”

“Sure is, buddy,” Mobius says, keeping his volume extra low while he leans closer to the god. “We agreed on the switching system many months ago. Last night you were the little spoon, tonight it's me.”

Loki huffs. “It's so ridiculous we're even arguing about something like this.”

It most certainly is.

But when they started to share a bed and got into arguments about the right positions to sleep in on a regular basis every single night at first, Mobius figured that some sort of schedule would both give them a peace of mind. And since they both realized how nice it was to have a body plastered over your back hugging you from behind, keeping you close and safe, they agreed on a system to make it all fair.

It worked well enough.

Until last night, where it was Loki's turn and yet somewhere during the night they god rolled around and turned Mobius into the little spoon instead.

“I was asleep,” Loki argues yet again, as quietly as he possibly can. “My body decided to change positions on its own volition. Therefore I should get another chance at being the little cutlery tonight.”

Mobius rolls his eyes. “This is not how this works, Lokes.”

Loki bares his teeth. “This is not my fault. I was just …” He pauses, suddenly something serious showing up on his features. “I think I had a nightmare. About something happening to you. And so …”

He makes some vague hand gesture, probably hoping that Mobius would be able to decipher that without any more words needed.

And thankfully the analyst is fluent in everything Loki that he indeed doesn't require any more explanation.

Loki had a nightmare. And his body reacted by trying to protect Mobius. By plastering himself all over the agent and keeping him close.

Mobius feels all the fight leave his body at once.

He sighs.

What the hell, right?

“Okay, fine, you get a do-over tonight,” he agrees.

Loki shoots him a smile that somehow looks both relieved and smug at the same time.

Mobius has no idea how he does that.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, Agent Mobius,” the god teases.

“Don't get cocky, mister,” Mobius says, equally playful. “I'm gonna spoon you so hard tonight, you won't know what's happening to you.”

Loki chuckles and then they're both laughing, making everyone in the room look at them once more.

Mobius thinks he hears Casey mutter in the background, “I don't get them,” and he couldn't agree more, to be honest. He and Loki must look so utterly weird and unpredictable from the outside, he is sure it's hard to keep track.

However, Mobius loves it this way.

It's never boring.

And so he presses a quick kiss onto Loki's lips and revels in the god reacting absolutely delighted at the small piece of affection.

“We should go back to sleep right now,” Loki then doesn't wait around to propose.

Mobius snickers. “We just got here, Lokes.”

“Who cares?” Loki asks. “We saved the multiverse, we deserve some leisure. Don't you think?”

Mobius throws him a fond smile. “Just go back to work, lazy pants.”

And so, after yet another quick kiss, they both do.

[dichenlachmandaily]

Gemma Scout, Ms. Casey, Cold Harbour, 25 Innies—there are more questions than answers when it comes to Dichen Lachman’s Severance arc this season. So, what’s her hot take on Apple TV+’s most-watched show? Wonderland DM’s her to find out…

[Contains spoilers of Severance Season 2]

If Dichen Lachman doesn’t win an Emmy for her gut-wrenching performance as Ms. Casey/Gemma’s many innies in Severance’s season finale, we might just go and get severed ourselves. No, seriously.

To recap: this season of the Ben Stiller produced phenomenon sees Mark S. [played by Adam Scott] discover that Ms. Casey is actually his outie’s wife, Gemma Scout, who was believed to have died in a car crash. Then, Gemma—now Lumon’s resident lab rat on the testing floor—reveals herself as Cold Harbour’s focal point, splitting her consciousness into, what’s revealed as, 25 different innies. Yep, take a second. As the season wraps up, Gemma’s fate hangs in the balance: Mark S. swoops her out of the testing floor and away from Lumon’s heart, only to leave her, well, banging on the door while he runs off with his innie sweetheart, Helly R. And just like that, the fate of Lumon and its employees is left up in the air.

But amidst all the jaw-dropping revelations and even quirkier subplots, it’s Dichen Lachman’s performance that truly stole the spotlight this season. Her ability to craft and embody Gemma’s fractured existence in the span of one episode—and make her grief, suffering, anger, and confusion so palpable—turned the finale into a nerve-wracking,  every-tissue-in-the-flat-is-now-sopping-wet-in-my-hand, emotional endurance ride. In the middle of her press tour, she took 15 minutes out of her packed schedule to DM us some of her thoughts…

Severance has become the most-watched Apple TV+ show to date, prompting viewers to reflect on deep themes ranging from human morality to the nature of existence. What complex questions from the show have kept you up at night?

Dichen Lachman: One of the questions that’s haunted me the most is: ‘What parts of ourselves are we willing to surrender in the name of comfort or productivity?’ Severance really taps into that eerie possibility of segmenting our pain or trauma and whether doing so is freedom or just another kind of prison. It’s made me rethink identity, memory, and the value of suffering in shaping who we are.

The reveal of Ms. Casey’s true identity was a pivotal moment this season. When did you first learn that she was actually Gemma, and what was your initial reaction to that storyline?

DL: I found out pretty early on in a phone call with Ben [Stiller] before I had the part. He was reluctant to tell me because no one knew if I was going to be able to do it at the time. It was a quiet reveal in the most Severance way. I felt honoured to carry that arc forward.

Do you think of them as two halves of the same person, or separate entities? How did you approach playing them differently, and was there any particular material you drew from for inspiration?

DL: To me, they’re fragments of the same soul, separated by design but aching to reconnect. Ms. Casey is restrained but so curious… Gemma has more depth in terms of a life lived, a history… she has knowledge. I drew inspiration from [psychiatrist] Carl Jung, [German-born spiritual teacher and self-help author] Eckhart Tolle…The physicality of each one helped me a lot. The subtle differences in posture, cadence, and breath were key.

In the finale, Mark’s innie and outie communicate through a camcorder. How do you imagine a similar interaction playing out between Ms. Casey and Gemma, and what would they admit to each other?

DL: I think it would be quiet at first. Like looking into a mirror that remembers more than you do. Then I think it would be quite awkward and funny

Gemma/Ms. Casey has been a pivotal yet mysterious presence throughout the series, often remaining off-screen. How does it feel to have your character finally becoming more understood by fans?

DL: I’ve loved inhabiting the mystery, but watching the audience connect has been amazing. She’s gone from a symbol to a person… and seeing fans empathise with her, with them, is fantastic.

Cold Harbour is finally revealed in this episode—‘the clusters are tempers, the building blocks of her mind.’ Essentially, they are constructing the files that make up Gemma’s consciousness to create her 25 innies. How do you think fans will react to this storyline?

DL: I expect Reddit will be very busy!

Ben Stiller directed many episodes—what was it like working with him? Did he give you any specific notes on playing Ms. Casey/Gemma, or did you bring any personal touches to the characters that weren’t in the script?

DL: Ben is incredibly detail-oriented but also collaborative. He trusts actors to explore, which is rare and generous. His notes were often subtle and we would discover things together. I enjoy working with him very much. He would sometimes play music before a scene…which was the first time I experienced that on set. He has such a creative mind and is so nurturing of talent. I feel very lucky to be able to work with him.

The chemistry between you and Adam Scott is crucial to the emotional core of the show. What was it like developing that dynamic on set, and how did it evolve leading up to the reunion scene between your characters in the finale? What was the experience of filming that moment like?

DL: Adam is so present, it makes everything feel alive. That final scene was electric. So much history in a glance. We both felt it… the weight of a love that has been forged by joy, grief, happiness… ups and downs… everything that makes an enduring relationship special and worth fighting for.

The world of Severance is so meticulously crafted—from the eerie Lumon offices to its unsettling corporate rituals. What aspect of the Severance universe unsettles you the most?

DL: The way people accept the system… the construct, without too many questions. It’s reflective of real-world complacency. It’s a little close to home in a way. Don’t you think?

From the number 7 to erratic elevator doors, were you aware of all the ‘Easter eggs’ referenced whilst filming, or is this something you learnt as you watched the series back?

DL: Oh, I definitely learnt a lot after the fact! The number of things I missed on set is almost embarrassing. I was just really focused on the character. The props department deserves an award.

Have you seen the Ms Casey internet memes? How do you feel about being an internet phenomenon?

DL: I have! And they’re amazing. Some are hilarious, some strangely profound. I never imagined Ms Casey would become meme material, but hey, I’ll take it. It’s a kind of love, right?

If you had to have dinner with three characters from Severance, who would they be and what would you ask them?

DL: I’d invite Irving, Helly, and Milchick. Irving because he’d bring poetry, Helly for fire, and Milchick for dance… also because I want to know what’s really going on.

Is there a Severance group chat, and what was the last message sent in it?

DL: We have an iMessage thread. Mostly it’s just sharing love for each other’s work. It’s a very supportive group of people… real gems.

Season 3 has been confirmed! If you could write Gemma’s fate in Season 3, what would you want to see happen?

DL: I won’t speculate [laughs]. As far as Gemma‘s fate, maybe she opens up a flower shop… but seriously, I will continue to live in the unknown and just stay excited. I trust that Dan Erickson will do an incredible job.

[dandylovesturtles]

For @thecaptainstevie , Future Leo & Present Leo, trick

Doing it this way so I can keep the ask in my inbox in case I want to do any of the others later. Some of these are duos that other people have asked for, though, so I'll probably answer those and circle back to this if I have another idea.

I did see this prompt though and knew what I wanted to do. I don't think I've seen this particular twist on the Future Leo/Present Leo relationship, or at least haven't seen it very often.

CWs: sibling death (mentioned), discussion of the bad future timeline

Enjoy!

---

Leo's in the sewer tunnel by the wall, leaning forward so his shell doesn't touch, scrolling through his phone. Leonardo can't see what he's looking at from here, but it's probably Instagram, based on what he remembers.

He clears his throat a little awkwardly. Leans on his crutch and waits to be acknowledged. The still-healing wound in his side throbs, but he doesn't like how foggy the painkillers make him so he doesn't bother.

Leo's got his own crutches and his own wounds that Leonardo hopes he's taking medicine for, but Leo doesn't want to listen to him, so he doesn't bring it up.

Leo sighs dramatically, eyes not moving from his phone screen. "You're really bad at taking hints."

"I'm really good at ignoring hints," Leonardo rebuffs. He doesn't go any closer. "Come on, April's here and she brought Chinese."

"They couldn't just text me that?"

"I wanted to come talk to you."

Leo scowls and scrolls through his phone with more fervor. Leonardo rubs the back of his neck. Geez, why is this so hard...

"I know you want me out of your hair," he pauses for Leo to point out that they're bald, but he does not, so Leonardo continues, "but I'm stuck here until this wound heals. The least we can do is pretend to like each other. For everyone else's sakes."

"I already promised Raph that I wouldn't pick fights with you," said Leo with a petulant tone. "It'd be easier if you wouldn't come bug me."

Leonardo sighs. Maybe he should just drop it here, but every time he thinks maybe Leo will warm up to him, the temperature gets chillier.

"...Can I just ask why you hate me?"

Leo stops scrolling. He's quiet for so long Leonardo thinks he should just leave, but finally Leo speaks.

"From how Casey tells it... you were incredible. The greatest ninja to ever live. I didn't know how I could live up to that." Leo finally looks at him, and his expression is distinctly unimpressed. "Now you're here. Just a sad old man with nothing left."

Leonardo tries to let it slide off him. Like always, he pulls for a joke, a habit that he's never grown out of. "Okay, sad, I'll give you, but old? Splinter's older than me."

Leo doesn't laugh. He just regards Leonardo coolly and says, "Mikey died opening the time portal."

It's not a question, but Leonardo answers anyway. "Yes."

"Because you asked him to."

It rubs at a nerve still exposed. "I had to. He knew the plan, we talked about it before-"

"It was still your decision." Leo straightens as high as he can, even on the ground, even with his cracked shell and injured limbs. "You ordered Mikey to die."

Leonardo can't say anything to do that.

Leo grabs his crutch and pushes himself to his feet. He's angry; Leonardo can tell from the set of his shoulders and the fire in his eyes.

"How many others died from your decisions, huh? Donnie? Raph? April?"

Every name is a stab to Leonardo's heart. He's silent, doesn't bother to defend himself, doesn't bother to explain because what does it matter? They're all dead, Leo's not wrong there.

He's not going to use their sacrifices to win some kind of argument.

It's not satisfying to Leo, though. He squints up at Leonardo's face, challenging, like he wants Leonardo to push back, prove him wrong, and Leonardo leaves him wanting.

"...You're a failure," says Leo finally.

Leonardo looks down at him, and smiles sadly. "And you're a hero."

Leo scoffs. Swings his crutch to maneuver past Leonardo and back down the tunnel.

"My little brother died to send me a message, and I almost got everyone killed again anyway." He gives his head a shake. "Some hero."

He's retreating now. Leonardo fumbles, says, "Leo-" and Leo raises a hand in dismissal.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll smile for everyone else."

Then he's gone around the bend ahead.

Leonardo sighs, and follows him back.

[miss-andromeda]

In A Storm With My Best Dress

Universe: TMNT 2012

Turtle of Choice: Donatello

Prompt: “Well, that didn’t go as planned…”

Song Inspirations: Fearless (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, Streets by Doja Cat

Non-canon to my main story, as Andi and Don are 19. There’s no explicit smut, but it does get quite spicy - to be safe, I would consider this NSFW. Read at your own risk.

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“Come in.” Donnie’s voice, laced with drowsiness, echoed through the closed door. Andi smiled to herself as she lightly pushed it open, gritting her teeth at the creaking. April’s farmhouse was definitely showing its wear at this point - considering they had been going there since they were 16, it made sense that three years and seven pairs of feet against the floorboards would wear them down. 

“Hey.”

Donnie smiled softly at the sight of her, putting the book he was reading aside. “Hi, enchantress. What’s got you awake at 12:30 am?”

“How about we do something kind of adventurous?” She chuckled to herself as Donnie raised a nonexistent eyebrow. “Let’s go into the woods. See if we can find any plants to dissect; evening primroses, Japanese wisteria, and stuff like that. And maybe catch some fireflies while we’re at it. Like we’re little kids.”

Donnie’s confusion melted into an intrigued, slightly smug smile. “What made you want to do this, exactly?”

Andi’s confidence faded a bit as her arms went subconsciously around her stomach. “No reason, per se. I, um…” She fumbled for a reason - all while Donnie maintained that annoyingly adorable smile. “I just think it’d be fun, that’s all.” She then smirked at him, wanting to turn the tables. “I’m just surprised that you’re not jumping at the chance to go with your girlfriend into an isolated area, in the middle of the night, with no one following us.”

But Donnie didn’t fall for it, only chuckling back. “I’m not Casey, enchantress. I’d like to think I have at least 100 more IQ points than him.”

Andi laughed to herself as she nodded in agreement. “My point still stands, are you coming with me or not?” And when Donnie only smiled at her, this time genuinely, Andi knew that was her answer right there.

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“It’s oddly beautiful out here, don’t you think?” 

“Definitely. Especially considering we’re not constantly facing threats from rage-bent mutants, or alien robots, or a spiteful master of ninjutsu who wanted nothing more than to destroy us.”

“Or a hate-fueled understudy that was bent on revenge and wanted nothing more than to finish what she started all those years ago.” Andi gave him a little smile as Donnie lightly squeezed her shoulder in comfort. “It’s fine now. She’s in the past, and she’ll stay there as far as I’m concerned.”

Donnie gave her a matching smile as he leaned in to lightly kiss her cheek. “You’re really done with her, huh?” When Andi nodded, his smile widened. “Good. You should be.”

She was about to respond, but her mind went blank as she felt a little drop against her arm. “What the…” Upon noticing it was rainwater on her skin, Andi’s eyes went wide as she stared at the sky. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

As if to answer her question, another drop of rainwater landed directly on her forehead, making her both grimace and growl. “Don, run with me as fast as you can.”

Donnie didn’t need to say anything as he grabbed her hand and did just as she said, running as fast as he possibly could. They made it to the farmhouse in record time - but they still ended up looking like wet dogs (or at least, Andi did) by the time they made it back to the porch.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned…” Donnie mumbled as he had taken off his bandana, wringing out the excess water in it. While he wasn’t happy, he wasn’t furious either. It was just a major coincidence that the one night that he and Andi went outside into the woods to spend some time together, it rained.

Andi, meanwhile, was practically fuming as she crossed her arms, her hair matted to her face and her bow and pink t-shirt spotted with rainwater. “You think?” She muttered as she scowled at the now-soaked ground. “I should’ve researched whether it would rain tonight…such a dumb mistake…” She added, but softened almost immediately as Donnie pulled her into a hug to calm her down. “I’m sorry…I just hate that we had to get interrupted by the weather of all things…” She mumbled against his plastron, making him weakly smile as he left a kiss on her wet hair. 

“How ‘bout we go inside, dry off, and you change into something else? We can sneak out another time.”

Andi chuckled to herself at that. “What, so you want to sneak out next time?”

“Enchantress, I’ll do anything if it’s with you.”

Her heart fluttered as her smile increased and she pulled away to meet his eyes. “Let’s go.”

Donnie led her inside at the simple command and back upstairs, this time to her bedroom. “I’ll get you a towel.” He offered, making her smile softly as thanks. He then headed to the linen closet next to the bathroom, grabbed a worn but still usable white towel, and came back to her, letting her take it and wrap it around herself. “I’ll leave you be.” He smiled at her as he watched her go inside to her room, then went back to the closet to get another towel for himself. He was relieved that as a mutant, he dried much quicker than Andi did - and most of the rainwater from him was left on the porch. 

He quickly dried himself off, then tossed the damp towel in the washing machine in the laundry room. Tomorrow (or rather, in the daytime) would be laundry day, so April would take care of it while they were staying here. 

He walked back upstairs to the same scene as before. The hallway was quiet, but the sounds of snoring (likely from Mikey) echoed faintly from one of the bedroom doors. Rolling his eyes fondly, he decided to see if Andi was done yet. She normally didn’t take long to get dressed, and admittedly, there was a side of him that just wanted to hold her and go to sleep. The rain tapping against the windows was oddly comforting, and the thought of cuddling with Andi while listening to that sounded oddly soothing. 

But what his big mistake was…he forgot to knock. 

“Andi, are you-”

It was only a split second, but it was the first time he had seen her bra - white with a little bow in between the cups. 

Of course she wore a bra with a bow on it.

Of course.

“What the- Donnie, out!” Andi whisper-yelled to him as she scrambled to find a shirt, her face turning scarlet from embarrassment. Donnie did just that as he silently slammed the door, his face somehow turning a darker red than hers was. All the while, he was mumbling frantic apologies and how he swore on Darwin’s beard that he would never do anything that dumb again. 

But as he waited outside, his face still burning and his breathing a tiny bit…shallow, weirdly enough, he started to form a mental image in his head. She looked…beautiful like that. It was a weird sense of innocence and vulnerability, and even if he knew that he was not meant to see such a thing, it didn’t stop him from having an internal spontaneous combustion. Like his mind just went blank upon seeing her like that.

Maybe it was just primal instinct (he was a turtle at heart, anyway), but there was something about that image that Donnie never wanted to erase from his mind. 

In fact, there was a part of him that…almost wanted to see Andi like that again, as perverted as that sounded.

He was thankfully interrupted when Andi opened the door, now wearing a white top with pink text - saying ‘Made of SArCaSm’ - each element was written like it was part of the periodic table. But what was also prevalent was her flushed face. 

Very her. 

“So can we agree to just…never indulge that with anyone?” She asked, her voice still a soft whisper at the risk of waking someone up. 

When Donnie only nodded (his tongue felt so heavy that he could barely get the words out), Andi’s lips curled into a little smile as she led him into her bedroom, then shut the door behind her. “Is there a reason why you’re not speaking, professor?��

That nickname. Normally, it was endearing and Donnie always found himself either beaming or blushing (or both) when she used it. 

But now…it was not helping his burning face or the fact that his breathing was still a little bit shallow. 

“Don?”

Now she was starting to get concerned. He never acted like this; sure, he got flustered or embarrassed around her at times, but it was never to the point where he looked like he was about to pass out. 

“Hon? Are you-mmph?!”

She was cut off by Donnie kissing her with an unusual sense of reckless passion, cupping her jaw with his hands. Normally, he was much more delicate and pristine with her, always treating her like she was made of porcelain china, and the slightest jolt or drop would destroy her forever.

But here, all gentleness was out the window. And while it was a bit jarring (and frankly, startling at first,) Andi had to admit, she liked it. 

But it was over before it began; Donnie pulled away with an even redder face (if that was possible) and analyzed what he did. Her lips were a bit puffy and red, her eyes were wide and the look of confusion (but also…slight desperation? What?!) were so prominent. 

But he knew that if he said it wasn’t one of the most amazing sights he had ever seen, he’d be a liar. 

“What…was that for?” Andi breathed out as their eyes met. Judging by her tone, she was not about to start complaining, but she was more startled than anything. 

“I’m…” Donnie bit his tongue as he looked at the floor. He wasn’t about to apologize for doing that, but at the same time, he didn’t know what really came over him. 

Wait, yes, he did. 

That image.

“Andi…seeing you like…” He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat as he proceeded to explain himself. “...that, it um…triggered something…in me. I-I don’t know what, but it’s this feeling where I just want to be with you and love you like the goddess you are and-mmph…”

He was cut off this time by Andi kissing him in response - and he knew why. Partly to shut him up, partly because of the way her irises changed as he spoke. They became a bit more hooded, and he could’ve sworn that instead of looking into his eyes, she was looking directly at his lips, just waiting for the moment to make her move. 

And before either of them knew it, they were on her bed, and the kiss had gotten more feverish. Hands started to wander a bit, teeth started to collide, and with how warm they were so close together, it felt like the two of them would explode as a fireball if they weren’t careful.

Andi gasped against his lips as she felt his hand slip up her shirt and brush his fingers against her bra - likely to fuel his newfound fascination with it. She grabbed his bandana straps and ran her fingers along his neck, making him gasp and churr, before moving his lips down to her own neck.

But before he did, though, she gave him what he was clearly wanting. She pulled him away, and then slipped her shirt off, her bra free for his viewing pleasure.

This was a first. There was just something in the air that made them both want to just leap headfirst into unknown waters.

But unknown or not, Donnie’s kisses reverted to how they always were - soft, feathery, and leaving Andi sighing in contentment. He scattered kisses all across her neck; even dipping down even further to her collarbone as a little bonus. And that was something Andi always loved about him; he managed to be both teasing and gentle with her - even in the most intimate (and vulnerable) moments.

And that was never more evident than when Andi let out in between soft whines and gasps, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Oh.

Oh.

Never did it feel more perfect to do more. 

Letting his instincts take over fully, Donnie started to bite softly at her neck, making her finally moan into her pillow. And never did he hear a more beautiful, yet…almost carnal sound. 

He wanted more the second he heard it. 

So he found the spot that made her shudder the second he found it - and started alternating between biting and sucking softly. And when he heard her start to whimper and moan quietly as she bit her lip, something…unlocked in him. 

He liked hearing her like that. 

He loved seeing her like that. 

When he was finally satisfied and pulled away, his lips quirked up into a smirk as he saw the mark he left, but thankfully, Andi didn’t notice as he went back to kissing her collarbone. 

It was only when his hand started slipping behind her back to fumble with her bra straps did she gasp and shake her head. “Wait, Don…not now.”

Immediately, the sensual look in his eye faded and he went back to being his normal self. He nodded and gave her a little smile, handing her shirt back to her as he pulled her into his chest to cuddle. “Well, that was definitely an, um…interesting way to improvise.” He mumbled, making Andi snort quietly with laughter. 

Always such a dork with her. 

“Yeah, you’re telling me…” She agreed, but then her lips quirked downward. Something was on her mind. “Um, you’re not…mad at me, are you?” She asked, looking up to meet his eyes. 

Donnie’s nonexistent eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What? Why would I be mad?”

“Well, because we didn’t…you know…” She muttered, her face starting to turn hot at the implication she was making. 

He only ‘tsked’ and shook his head, pulling her closer. “Andi, I’m never mad with you. And I’m never going to be mad about that. I want you to be comfortable, and if you want to wait a while, that’s completely fine with me. You just let me know when you feel completely, and totally, 100% ready. Like I said, I’ll do anything if it’s with you.”

Andi’s eyes filled with warmth as she pulled him even closer to her. “How’d I get so lucky to get you?” She mumbled into his plastron.

Donnie smiled at her and smoothed her hair back, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’m the one that should be asking that.”

She smiled up at him, but now her eyes held a hint of playfulness. “That’s definitely one of the cheesiest things you’ve ever said in the four years we’ve been together.”

Donnie’s giggle echoed throughout the bedroom as he left another kiss on her head. 

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The morning sunlight flooded the bedroom - especially considering Andi had opened the curtains the day before to watch the sunrise with Leo. But this time, she and Donnie had gleefully slept through the sunrise, still wrapped up in each other’s arms and with little smiles on their faces. 

But the quiet was broken as Mikey opened the door with a huge grin and holding a frying pan. “Hey-” But then he noticed the two were asleep, and lowered his voice to his normal tone. “Hey, dudes, come on. Breakfast is ready, made by yours truly.”

They were promptly woken up at that - Donnie yawned and stretched his limbs, while Andi rubbed at her eyes and smoothed at her hair. They looked like wrecks, but unlike normally, they didn’t seem grumpy. It was probably because of the moment they shared in the middle of the night, but regardless of what it was, the smile they shared as Andi addressed Mikey was warm and soft. “We’ll be down in a few minutes, Mikey.” She told the youngest brother, making him give them a thumbs up.

“Gotcha! Just try to be quick in case you want-” Mikey then noticed something on Andi’s neck - a red mark with a hint of purple. “Whoa, Andi, what happened to your neck?” But then he thought of something. “Ohh, did you get into a wrestling match with the vacuum trying to get your Crognard action figure back too?” He then nodded to himself, as if he just figured it out perfectly. “Been there, done that, girl.”

“What?” Andi slightly yelped, her hand going to her neck. When she ran to the little vanity in the corner of the room and peeked at the mark on her neck, she looked at Donnie through the mirror. “Really?”

Donnie only chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, well, you know-” Before he could finish his own sentence, he booked it out of the bedroom and ran down the stairs, tittering to himself along the way. 

Shaking her head, Andi managed a little smile to Mikey. “Excuse me, Mikey. I’ve got to go kill your brother.” She then raced after him, her messy hair flowing in the wind. “Get back here!” She yelled, completely ignoring the confused looks that the two of them got from everyone else.

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@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @tinkabelle19 @happymoonangel @margoteve @android-cap-007

Here's my submission for this month's All 4-1 Challenge! Hope you enjoy 😊 🩷

[marvel-wlw]

Until We Meet Again

Felicia Hardy x Reader

Requested by anon

Request: Hello! can I request something with Felicia Hardy/Black Cat and reader? could be anything, if it is okay. She is too underrated ❤️

I have chosen a prompt for felicia 💕 “Will we ever meet again?”

You don’t necessarily have to choose that prompt but it would be nice 🥰 thank you so much for answering so fast by the way and for reblogging those prompths❤️🤍❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

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Prompt is from @linwritesif ‘s prompt list!

A/N: I hope you guys like it! 😄 Also this gif isn't mine, credit goes to whoever made it!

You had met Felicia about a year ago. It was a nice autumn night, you had decided to go up to the roof of your apartment building and look up at the sky. You knew you wouldn't be able to really see the stars in the city but still.

Felicia was traveling alone the rooftops after a successful heist, when you caught her eye. She watched you for a few moments from the rooftop across from your apartment building.

After a few moments she quickly and quietly made her way to you. "What's a gorgeous woman doing on a beautiful night like tonight by herself?" She gracefully sat down next to you.

That night you two talked and got to know each other. Almost every night since then, that spot on the roof of your apartment building became your meeting place.

xxxxx

You were in your apartment, pacing back and forth. You had heard what was going on with Hammerhead and that Felicia was somehow involved.

You knew Spider-Man was trying to help her, Felicia had told you about how he tried to help her change. Knowing what she does, it doesn't change how you feel about her. Not that she knows about your feelings for her.

Suddenly you heard an explosion in the distance, you could literally feel it shake your apartment. Rushing over to your window, your eyes widened in horror. That was Felicia's place.

"No, no, no..." You place your hand over your mouth as tears start to roll down your cheeks, your heart drops into your stomach.

A few moments later there was a knock on your door. You quickly wipe away the tears before going over to your door and looking out the peephole.

You gasp when you saw who it was, your heart pounding. You yank open the door and pull Felicia into a tight hug. "F-Felicia... but how? I saw what happened..."

She wraps her arms around you, without letting you go she moves the both of you inside your apartment and she closes the door with her foot.

"Come on, sweetheart." She smirked. "You know cats have nine lives."

You look up at her, without even thinking you lean in and kiss her. When you realized what you did, you went to pull away but Felicia held you closer and deepened the kiss.

When you both pull away from the kiss, you start to blush. Felicia moved her hand and placed it on your cheek, cupping it as she gently run her thumb over your cheekbone.

You lean into her touch. "I thought I lost you..."

"You'll never lose me, (Y/N)."

xxxxx

For a few hours you and Felicia talked. You had finally told her how you felt and she did the same. But there was something she wasn't telling you.

You and Felicia were standing at your front door, she wrapped her arms around you. "I need to go into hiding for a while, sweetheart." She gave you an apologetic smile.

You understand, but that didn't mean your heart didn't drop. "Will we ever meet again?"

"Of course we will. You'll be the first person I see when I get back." Felicia leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

When you watch Felicia walk out the door, you wanted nothing more than to run after her and tell her to stay with you. But you knew why she had to go into hiding and she didn't want to put you in any danger.

But you knew you would see her again.

[gay-otlc]

I've already mentioned this in the general I Kissed Shara Wheeler screaming post but I'm going to talk more about how much I love the execution of Smith's gender identity because everything about it was so well done?

First of all, I was very happy to see some more diverse nonbinary representation! More nonbinary rep is always good to have, and I love Ash's character a lot, but they're a bit of a stereotype. I'd like to reiterate no hate to Ash, I love them, but they are assigned female, short hair, weird earrings, they/them pronouns, on TikTok. Which is fairly standard, though in no way bad.

Smith, though. A genderqueer character who's assigned male at birth, a definite rarity even in queer fiction. Football player, typically masculine build, doesn't use they/them pronouns.

I like how he and Ash coexist in the same book, and they're both nonbinary (or some sort of non-cis), and the book is really just telling us there's no one way to be nonbinary. Fantastic. Shoutout to Casey McQuiston for giving us this.

The scene where we found out Smith maybe wasn't cisgender after all was also fantastic, potentially my favorite scene in the book. The whole experience of "well I feel like that and I'm not queer" and then later realizing your queer is so relatable and an experience I think a lot of queer people share. As someone who has absolutely done that multiple times, Smith experiencing that Oblivious Queer moment made me laugh.

Ash's explanation of how traditionally feminine interests =/= being a girl, and short hair =/= being a boy, was a good and also fairly realistic way of separating gender identity and expression. I don't think most people in real life will use the unicorn thing, but people do talk about hair. It didn't feel forced.

The way Smith described dysphoria was also great. Sometimes it is looking at your body and hating, loathing, it should be the other binary sex, but sometimes it's not- sometimes it's "I wish it was different but I guess I can deal with it." And wearing baggy clothes to try to imagine your body is different? Very relatable.

"You know... if being a guy feels like something you have to do, like it's an obligation or something..." Ash says carefully. "Maybe think about that." This line is probably getting so many readers to question their genders. Honestly, reading something like this would have been my genderqueer awakening if I hadn't been awakened already.

In the burn pile, Smith's multiple attempts at answering the prompt "what is a moment in your life that you felt truly yourself," and the way he struggled with finding a time he felt truly himself, was a painfully common queer experience.

The football response to that prompt was good, but I adored the one about feeling endless, like the Holy Spirit. Queering religion and using it to feel closer with your gender. Very glad McQuiston didn't take the "I'm queer so fuck being religious I guess" route, because that is fairly common, the "I'm queer and religious and they enhance one another" mindset is nowhere near explored enough.

Smith also wears his letterman jacket all the time, even in eighty degree heat, which Chloe puts down to "jock flexing," but reading that scene after finding out Smith wears that jacket to cope with dysphoria makes the reader see this fashion choice of his in a very different way. I see what McQuistion did there.

I didn't expect Smith to end up being genderqueer (though I definitely called the thing with Rory), but I'm so glad he is, because that whole subplot was beautiful and I clearly have a lot of thoughts on that, but I'll shut up now.

[ray-jaykub]

Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing alright :)

I’d like to ask for those emojis headcsnons for tmnt (I’m really glad you are coming back into writing about it, I’ve always liked your stuff!! I’m sure your new pieces are going to be amazing as well)

🚫 aaaand 💫, if you don’t wanna do both, you can chose one of those prompts!

Thank you, welcome back and have a good night/day 💖

Thank you, I appreciate the love so much and I'm excited too! People have only really sent one shot type request and those take awhile. I'm hoping I can do headcanons while I'm trying to go about those so I am open to headcanon request! I've got like 4 one shots drafted :")

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🚫 - what's something genuinely weird about them? like, not something considered quirky yet cute- something genuinely weird that puts other people off at first

Leonardo: I don't know why but I see Leo as coming off as really having a certain way about doing things. If you decide to help with chores at the lair or if for some reason you're doing anything infront of Leo, he will go right behind you and redo it. You fold laundry? Every piece you put down Leo will pick up and redo it. He doesn't care if you see either, in fact he'll look you in the eyes when does it. April and Casey and especially Vern have had it done to them and his brothers deal with it everyday. Over time you get used to it and it's even a little nice. Your house starts to look neater

Raphael: When he hears the phrase "Make yourself at Home" he takes it serious. He gets comfortable really fast, especially if it's obvious you're no threat. Will raid your fridge and pantry, you will go poor from how much you gotta stock up. Maybe you don't mind and want him to be that comfortable but I know it would throw me off, especially if I barely know the guy. It's more frustrating then anything, especially when it's coming in and seeing he's got his feet on your coffee table snacking on the ooey gooey bar you were saving.

Donatello: A germa-phobe to the max, you will catch him sanitizing your kitchen counters and updating your filters. He will wash your sheets without asking and will give you a hard time on personal hygiene. "Did you wash your hands? How long? Did you use the little hand brush I got you?" Yes, he will update your cleaning cabinets and he doesn't even know your favourite colour (who does that?) If you have a pet he gets like a broken roomba and fixes it up to vacuum hair and other particles up around the house

Michelangelo: Very touchy and very in your face. Some people chalk it off as him being excitable and flirty but it can become too much and very overwhelming especially when you don't even know him. The touching can be off putting, he'll be walking by and touches your shoulder. Sitting on the couch and your legs are like squished together. He gets personal and quick. Not many people are like that, I know I'm not and most people aren't so it takes a special kind of person to handle him

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💫 - what do they think is the most attractive feature they have? (This is gonna be so fucking biased, I'm sorry)

Leonardo: This sounds mean (cause it kinda is) but out of all four of the brothers Leo thinks he's got the more appealing face. Every now and then he'll be looking in the mirror and think 'Yeah, they got nothin on this'. He's terrible

Raphael: His eyes. It's really to the point and kinda the answer every insecure person gives but there's more to his reason. He believes he has bedroom eyes, that he can make his s/o melt (and he can). He stands by his answer

Donatello: He knows he's lean and tall and that alot of women like that so typically he'd say his legs but really he thinks his shoulders. They're the perfect size, perfect to grab 👀, and he has cute spots on them! What person wouldn't fall for those bad boys!

Michelangelo: He likes everything about himself but he understands he can only pick one and that'd have to be his thighs and waist. They're the perfect shape and feel. He'd even say his hands with all the cooking and nunchucking he does they're definitley worth praising

[skylerskyhigh]

Because someone gave me this idea, I'll do a quick little drabble here because the idea is just too funny.

Leon: MNMC

Leo: OMO

Nidas: HS

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In hindsight, messing around with mystic and ninpo without Draxum's supervision isn't the greatest idea he's had. Especially while snacking on cookies that CJ gave him, his son baked it so of course he'd eat it! But hey, you won't get results without doing some experimenting! Trial and error, and all that jazz.

So that somewhat explains how he ended up in this grey void with two other versions of him. He thinks? They certainly look like him but pretty different.

They look to be about his age, which means they're from the future. They even lost their arm, with one of them having a prosthetic that looks different than the Raph arm he had. But there are differences.

Like, one of them has three yellow lines down his chin and throat. He's also wearing some kind of flannel shirt.

Other him is wearing some traditional Japanese outfit which shows off his scars and a sick tattoo.

Both of them look none too pleased at where they ended up, which is understandable.

Nidas feels his eyes sparkle as he beams at the latter. "You look so cool!"

The other turtle takes a step back and gives him a weird look. He groans. "Not another one."

The striped turtle snickers at his reaction. "I dunno, this one is more cheerful than you."

The scarred turtle gives the striped one a dirty glare. "Shut it Leo."

Nidas looks between them. "So... I'm guessing you're both future Leo?"

Scarred Leo sighs. "Yes. I'm Leon."

"Call me Leo," The striped turtle waves his hand.

"Ah, I'm Leonidas," Nidas introduced, holding his hand out for them to shake. "But you can call me Nidas."

They stared at his arm with wide eyes. For a moment, he was confused. Then he realizes that he held out his right arm. The arm they don't have.

Nidas groaned, slapping his forehead. "Right, sorry."

"Did you..." Leo stops.

"Did the Kraang invade in your time?" Leon asks bluntly.

"Ah- well-"

A cloud seems to appear over Leon's head and Nidas felt like he stepped into a trauma pit.

"So you're like- from the timeline where the Kraang didn't invade? The good future?" Leo groans. "Lucky."

"Why the name change?"

"Is this what we would have looked like if we weren't fighting for our lives every day?"

"Whoa whoa slow down," Nidas stumbled. He remembers the cookies and reached into his pockets to hand both of them a cookie. "Here, have this. They're good."

Leo happily takes a cookie while Leon stares at it like it's poisoned.

"Junior made it," Nidas prompted. If he knows himself, and by now he's a master at it, mentioning Casey would get a reaction.

Leon looked pained for a moment before he reluctantly takes it.

"This is delicious," Leo said around a mouthful of cookie. He has a happy smile as he nibbles on the treat.

Nidas smiles. "Yup! Casey is doing really well! He's learning from Cass! Catching up on all the things he missed, you know?"

Leon grimaces and mutters under his breath, "Not another smiley bastard."

Nidas let it slide. "So! To answer your question, yes I'm from the future. Yes, the Kraang invaded. But I got send back in time to the past- er present? I got sent to the day after the Kraang invasion where Leon- my younger self- stopped the invasion."

The two turtles groaned.

"Same," Leo said, finishing off the cookie. "Did you try to kill him too?"

Nidas blanched. "Uh..."

"If he did, hopefully he did a better job than passing out right after threatening the kid," Leon snarked.

"Hey! I was bleeding out! And that's rich coming from the guy who got captured by Big Mama and was mind controlled!"

An angry tick appears on Leon's forehead and he glares at Leo. "Oh you bastard..."

Leo grins smugly. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"I'm sure we can settle it easily."

Nidas looks between them and groans internally, regretting messing with mystic without Draxum's supervision.

How is he getting out of this mess?

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Opportunity

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Characters: Casey Ramsey, Aurora Emery

Warnings: none

Rating: General audiences

Category: fluff

Word count: 1109

Summary: Caroline steps down as CEO of Edenbrook, her parting gift is a clinic that is also apart of Edenbrook that is located in one of the more working class and culturally diverse areas of Boston.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Submission for cfwc You go girls event. Prompt used is offering career advice

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To Dr Ramsey,

As you are aware, my parting gift to the hospital when I step down as CEO later this year is a clinic based in one of the more working class areas of Boston where there is a large population that is ethnically and culturally diverse. The main focus of this clinic is to focus on Women’s health, family planning, education and health clinic for those who identify as LGBTQI+, as well as general health practices.

Given your current Advocacy work in the Women’s health and LGBTQI+ space, I am pleased to offer you the position of Director of the Delores Hudson Women’s and Community Health Clinic.

The offer is attached. I am giving you two weeks to think it over and for you to give me your final reply.

Regards

Caroline Bloom

CEO Edenbrook Hospital

Casey sits there stunned. She knew that there was going to be a new clinic and she knew it was going to be named after Delores, but director?

The team under her and Aurora’s leadership over the last two years had gone from strength to strength, the research arm overseen by Tobias was going great also.

The offer was generous, but she was still not sure if she was the right person. Yes she had done advocacy work within the lgbtqi+ and women’s health space but a white woman directing a health clinic in an area where she was the minority?

Casey was deep in thought when Aurora entered.

“What’s up Casey?” Aurora asked.

Casey startled and then calmed down.

“Sorry, was just in thought” said Casey.

“About the case?”

Casey shakes her head and shows Aurora the email.

“Oh my gosh Casey!!!” Exclaims Aurora, “this would be an awesome opportunity.”

“I know it is but a great one but answer me honestly. Would teenaged you or heavily pregnant you be willing to accept medical assistance from someone like myself?”

“I get where you are coming from but you do have a good profile within the community for the work you have done and continue to do.”

“That is true but will it be enough…”

“When do you need to give Caroline your answer?”

“Two weeks”

“My thoughts, have a think, have a chat although I know Ethan will say to take it but I really think you will do well.”

Casey however was not so sure. She did have a good reputation sure but was that enough. Casey wanted the endeavour to succeed.

A few days later she had her regular meet up with Tobias. He already knew of the offer from Ethan and if Tobias was being honest, he was surprised that Casey was unsure of taking the position. He knew that she would do a great job so when Casey asked him if Aurora would be a good fit for the role he was surprised. His initial reaction was why am I being asked.

Casey stated that you worked with Aurora at Kenmore, you have worked with her here, you saw first hand how she did in a leadership role last year when I was on maternity leave so you would be a good person to ask. And besides if I am going to decline and send a recommendation for whom I think should be in the role then it would look good if there is another endorsement. Tobias saw Casey’s point but he thought that the clinic would be a success but he also agreed that Aurora would be a good fit too.

Casey then thought some more and she was convinced that Aurora would be a better fit. She met with Aurora a few days before her answer was due.

“I have thought long and hard, discussed, written a pros and cons list, you name it I have done it. I have decided not to take the role. I will be recommending that you get offered the position”

Aurora was shocked.

“I was sure you would take the position. What swayed you?”

“I feel the clinic will have more success if there is people running and on staff that are more representative of the area we are going into. Where the clinic is, I am a minority, yes I have done much work in the women’s health and LGBTQI space which would make people receptive but you have a good reputation in the same areas also but I think with you at the helm, you will attract not only the clientele but also doctors who are culturally diverse and fit in better with the area we are going into.”

Aurora reflects on Casey’s words. She does agree with her that she too has a good reputation in the field but it is one thing being team leader for six months and running a clinic full time.

“Am I experienced enough, running a team for six months is different to running and building a clinic up full time.”

“I get where you are coming from, we all remember how I was when I was initially offered the team. I think you are ready. I will be willing to help and also work some time at the clinic as I think it will work well in the rotation. Other doctors in the hospital I am sure will be willing to offer advice and help also.”

“This is true…”

“You are not the woman I met in residency Aurora, the woman eager to escape the legacy of Harper and was convinced everyone only wanted you because of her.”

Aurora smiled.

“So I will be turning down the position but recommend that you be offered it and Tobias will also be sending in his recommendation for you also.”

Later that day Casey sent the following email to Caroline.

To Caroline

Thank you for the generous offer of employment as Director of the Delores Hudson Women’s and Community Health clinic.

After much deliberation I will be declining the offer.

I feel this endeavour will be more successful under the directorship of Dr Aurora Emery.

Again thank you for considering me and I look forward to working with the director of this endeavour, whomever it may be.

Regards,

Dr Casey Ramsey

Director Diagnostics team, Naveen Banerji Community Health Clinic, Edenbrook.

Caroline received the email from Casey and the accompanying one from Dr Carrick. If Caroline was honest, Aurora was someone she had considered also, but Casey won out to be offered the position first.

Caroline got to amending the offer and sent it to Aurora, like Casey giving her two weeks to think before deciding.

Two days later Aurora accepts the offer. She is excited for the opportunity and so is Casey.

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Authors note: The clinic is a huge success. Most of the staff is reflective of the area. Casey does some work at the clinic also, especially in the Advocacy space. The clinic when it is fully established is added into the clinical rotation and the residents really enjoy the differing perspectives and challenges that arise from working with culturally diverse staff and clientele.

The clinic was named after Delores at Ethan’s request and with permission from Alma. Ethan did not want her death to be in vain, Delores also lived near the area that the clinic is situated so it seemed fitting.

Caroline is well into her seventies when she retires. She retires so she can enjoy life instead of just working.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @crazy-loca-blog @bex-la-get @a-crepusculo @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @cariantha @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @lucy-268 @trappedinfanfiction

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[ilyasorokinn]

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” With Sturmy dating a players family member? 🫢

FLOWER GIRL

this is def gonna flop, but whatever.

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

43. "why do we have to keep hiding? i'm tired of being kept a secret." (from this prompt list)

you knew that erik wouldn't care. if anything, he would be more upset that bo knew before him and that you had kept it a secret for so long.

nico was the one who wanted to wait. he was nervous that erik was gonna beat his face in, which you reassured him wouldn't happen multiple times.

it was one of these nights where you both had bad days and started arguing over something small, but the argument progressed and became something much bigger.

"i keep telling you, nic, he's not gonna care!"

"i'm a guy, y/n, i know how guys react."

"oh, that's the card you're pulling? really? that's a dick-move, and you know it." you rolled your eyes, "why do we have to keep hiding? i'm tired of being kept a secret. the only other people who know are bo and casey, and that's only because they walked in on us that one time."

"not yet." you realized this wasn't a battle you were going to win.

"fine," you stood up and headed for the door.

"where are you going?"

"somewhere else. i'm tired, and this is honestly a losing battle. i'm going home." you stated, grabbing your bag and leaving.

nico stood in the hallway, staring at the door. in that moment, he realized what he had to do, and in seconds, he was reaching into his pocket for his phone, "hey, ej." he greeted.

the next morning, you were awoken to your phone ringing. you reached over blindly and answered it, "hello?"

"good morning, miss i have a boyfriend." erik's voice came through the other end.

"wh-" you sat up, rubbing your eyes, trying to put your brain together, "how do you know? did bo tell you?"

"no, nico told me, and honestly, i'm a little offended that bo knew before me."

"yeah, i figured you would be." you nodded.

"but no, your little boyfriend called me last night. we talked for like forty minutes. we had the talk." he sounded proud of himself.

"oh, did you?"

"yeah, we did. and we agreed that in order for this to work, i get to be the flower girl."

"don't you think you're moving a little fast?"

"not at all."

[brettsey-two-tts]

Brettsey prompt - “I should’ve been your first call!”

Stella found Sylvie in the locker room staring at her phone. She assumed she was texting Casey, but she was sorely mistaken when she saw the small frown on her face.

Stella stopped in front of her locker and opened it, announcing her presence to her best friend. “Everything okay, Syl?”

Sylvie turned on the bench to face the brunette and revealed an utterly sorrow-filled expression. “Not… entirely.” Stella gave a worried look, so Sylvie elaborated. “I, as painful as it sounds, because it feels incredibly painful… I have to… change my emergency contact. It was Matt and since he moved to Oregon for a few years…” She trailed off, but Stella knew what she was getting at. She knew the emotional turmoil her best friend was going through since Casey moved. She couldn’t expect the blonde to be sunshine and rainbows all the time.

Stella immediately moved to the bench to sit next to Sylvie at the mention and protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Hey, hey,” she said softly and comfortingly. “You don’t have to do this right away, you know. You can take your time.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sylvie replied with a long sigh. “But, the last thing I want is for him to get a call from the hospital saying something happened to me. it’ll throw him for a loop and he’ll panic and then call you and Severide. Two-thousand miles is a long way away and I know if he doesn’t get on the next plane out, he’ll beat himself up and blame himself for moving, and I never want him to do that.”

Stella nodded along, completely understanding her reasoning for wanting to do it sooner rather than later. “Then why don’t you put me down? You said so yourself, if it were still Casey, he’d call us anyways.”

Sylvie looked relieved. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Stella replied with a beaming smile.

“Thanks, Stella.”

After passing Sylvie’s phone back and forth to properly update her emergency contact number through her medical account, Sylvie felt a little pang in her chest. It was like Matt was disappearing from her life, and even though that wasn’t the case at all, it still felt like it. There were parts of her days that would involve Matt or him in some capacity, but all that was gone, and they were still having some troubles with their call schedule.

Sylvie would later confess these feelings to Matt during a scheduled FaceTime call. She didn’t like the saddened expression on his face when she did, but they promised not to hide anything from each other. It took a couple of weeks to create a call schedule, but as they stuck to it, they remained happily in love.

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Stella and Severide were lounging on the couch in their loft watching ‘Is It Cake’. Their competitive spirits were in full swing as they made bets on whether or not some realistically created cakes on podiums were in fact cake. Points were written down on a napkin and as they laughed about a certain cake that Severide thought was indeed cake (it wasn’t), Stella’s phone rang.

Stella did a double-take at the caller ID and felt her breath catch in her throat. Severide caught on and gave his fiancée a puzzled look.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” Stella replied. “Gaffney Medical is calling me.”

He looked confused. “Why are they calling you?”

Stella almost gave him a bone chilling stare. “Because Sylvie switched her emergency contact to me a couple of months ago.”

Stella answered the phone on the last ring and nodded along with the nurse that called her. When she hung up, she sprung off the couch and grabbed her jacket off the coat rack. Severide followed her and shrugged on his jacket.

“Was it Brett? Did they say anything?” Severide asked as he grabbed his keys.

Stella flipped her hair out that was tucked behind her jacket. “The nurse told me Sylvie was in the middle of an x-ray but wouldn’t tell me anything more.”

“Shit,” he swore. After they locked up, they jumped into the elevator, and then he asked the one question that was probably on both their minds. “Do we call Casey?”

As the elevator doors closed, he and Stella shared a quiet yet long stare, unsure what to do.

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Stella and Severide walked into the hospital room and immediately saw Sylvie in a hospital gown. She looked a little banged up with a few cuts on her face and arms, but otherwise looked fine.

Sylvie looked confused as she stared at the couple. “What are you two doing here?”

“Med called me,” Stella replied, almost out of breath. “What–What happened to you? Are you okay?” She hovered over her best friend, unsure of Sylvie’s physical medical status. Was it okay to touch her? Did she break something? Was she in pain?

Sylvie looked at her arms and slightly shook her head. “I was coming back from spin class. I was stopped at a red light when this lunatic sped past me, ran the red, and t-boned a minivan. I got out of my car and called 9-1-1 and tried to help the family that was trapped. These cuts are probably from the shattered glass.” She saw Severide’s worried look.

“And the x-ray?” he asked.

Sylvie let out a heavy sigh. “I told them I had some discomfort in my forearm and they insisted on taking an x-ray just to be sure.” She raised her arm and saw small cuts on her forearm. They were very small, but also numerous. She looked regretful as she looked between Stella and Severide. “I’m really sorry they called you guys and made you worry.”

Sylvie expected to see a couple of comforting smiles but was met with some worried frowns. It almost looked like something else was on their minds. Stella and Severide shared a brief look before turning back to Sylvie.

Sylvie’s brows furrowed at her friends’ ominous expressions. “Why do you guys have that look on your face?” she asked with a suspicious and worried tone.

Stella winced at the string of bad news that she was about to tell her best friend. “We-we may have called Casey on the way here.”

Sylvie’s eyes immediately widened at the new, revealing worry and anxiety. Stella could tell what the blonde was thinking because she wasn’t privy to how Sylvie felt about the situation with Casey regarding her overall health and wellbeing, especially if it turned out to be something minor like the situation they were currently in.

“What did you tell him?” Sylvie asked worriedly.

Severide replied with regret in his tone. “That we got a call from Med about you and were on our way.”

Stella let out a small sigh. “The nurse didn’t tell us much when she called me other than that you were getting an x-ray, so we called Casey on our way here thinking the worst happened.”

Sylvie frowned at the thought of Matt pacing back and forth, wondering what happened to her or if she was okay. She knew he was probably holding his breath trying to get a hold of her.

Oh no. Her phone.

Sylvie regretfully closed her eyes as she remembered where her phone was.

“Shoot, I left my phone in my car.” Sylvie could tell that Stella felt bad about the whole thing. “It’s not your fault, you guys,” she reassured them with a hopeful smile. “You were worried and acted on instinct. I’ll call Matt as soon as I’m discharged and explain the whole thing.”

Before Stella or Severide could get a word out, Severide’s phone rang in his pocket. He took out his phone to peek at the caller ID and eyed Stella and Sylvie before answering it.

“Hey,” he began. There was a pause. “Yeah, we’re at Med and she’s right here.” Pause. Some muttering could be heard. “Yeah, she’s fine. Do you want to talk to her?” There was a slight nod before he held out his phone to Sylvie.

Sylvie saw Matt’s name on the screen and flashed a worried frown. “Thanks, Severide.”

Severide ushered his fiancée out of the room to give Sylvie and Casey some time to talk.

“Hi, Matt,” she said soothingly.

“Hey– Severide told me you’re in the hospital.”

She could tell he was out of breath, like he had been holding it for the past hour or so. Her heart crumpled under the weight of her guilt. She didn’t want him to worry about her or take him away from his day to day activities. 

“Are you okay?” he asked hastily.

“Yes, yes. I’m perfectly fine. I was helping out at an accident that happened on my way back from the gym, so all I have are some cuts and maybe some bruising. Everything is very minor and I’m in no life threatening danger.” She did everything she could to dissipate the situation as quickly as possible. She didn’t want her boyfriend to spend another second worrying about her. “I’m fine, Matt.” She muttered reassuringly, hoping his heart stopped racing, because she knew it was.

Matt had been switching between pacing in the kitchen and leaning forward against the kitchen counter for the past hour, wishing and waiting for any news about his girlfriend that was two-thousand miles away. If he were still in Chicago, he would’ve been by her side the moment he heard about it. His knuckles flashed white as he kept clenching his fists.

“I should’ve been your first call,” he blurted out. He almost sounded like he was angry at himself.

“Matt…”

“I should–” he stopped abruptly to gather his thoughts. “I want to be there for you.”

“You are,” she reassured him. “Matt, what you’re doing for those boys is important and I don’t want you to think otherwise. Good or bad, things will happen, which we both know it’s out of our control given our professions.”

“I’d hate it if anything happened to you, Sylvie,” he confessed in a single breath, reeling from the thought. “Especially since I’m so far away.”

“I know,” she replied sadly. “I feel the same way about you, but this shouldn’t overwhelm our situation.” The situation being their long distance relationship. “I love you and I want you to live your life over there, not spend every waking minute worrying about someone that’s thousands of miles away.”

He let out a small laugh. She was right; it was best not to worry, and at the same time, not to think about it. “That someone is my girlfriend, who I love very much.”

“And someone who you will be seeing in three weeks,” she replied, hoping the reminder would quell his worries.

He briefly beamed at the reminder. It had been on his calendar at the firehouse for the past couple of weeks, ever since she scheduled her visit. He really couldn’t wait to see her. After this scare, he wouldn’t mind foregoing all of their plans and spending her entire visit in doors, safe in his arms and far away from harm.

“I promise to be careful, Matt.”

“I know.” He let out a long sigh. Thankfully she didn’t follow his lead and swing off aerials or jump off buildings to escape explosions. “Would you also be able to promise me no more hospital visits unless it's for when you drop off patients during shift?”

She laughed lightly. “I will do my best, Babe. I should get going. The nurse said I’d be discharged soon.”

“Okay. I love you, Sylvie. Call me later?”

She smiled; any ounce of time with Matt was time well spent and she really couldn’t wait to see him. She really wanted time to fast forward a few weeks. “I love you, too. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

[deanstead]

2K Follower Celebration!

This is pretty insane, but I've reached 2k followers somehow! I mean it really is insane, I don't know what I did to deserve this and I can't really believe this is happening! Thank you all so much for following me and for putting up with my anxiety and inconsistency hahahaha.

Things have been a little crazy and I'm also working on some new stuff so the celebration will be a little different this time! Idk this might flop but anyway...

(also will appreciate a signal boost if you can!)

Part 1: Creator Challenge! (26 March - 30 March)

Day 1 (26 March): Favourite Character/OTP + favourite things

Day 2 (27 March): sky / love letter / stars

Day 3 (28 March): mutual pining / love language / discreet glances

Day 4 (29 March): first times / kisses / touches

Day 5 (30 March): head injury / trapped / losing control

Rules:

It can be anything - fanfics, headcanons, gifs, art, edits, no restrictions!

I don't think I want to put a restriction on the fandoms or pairings, but as a general guide the shows I watch can be found here

You can use one prompt or all, it’s up to you!

You can just join on one day, you can join for all five days, no restrictions! Even if you're late, I'll read/reblog them!

Post your creations with #resa.2kmilestone so I can track them and reblog them! (You don't have to be following me)

nsfw is okay, but please tag them appropriately!

I kept the prompts kind of general so that there could be other kinds of content (gifs, edits etc) if those creators wanted to participate but basically anything will do (even different prompts)! As long as you tag them with #resa.2kmilestone I will see/read them and reblog them!

Part 2: Ask Away!

💌 Send me a character/pairing from the shows I watch and I'll tell you my honest opinion on them!

🎀 Make me choose (characters, shows, ships, friendships etc.)

🧸 Fact of yourself and I'll respond with a fact of mine!

🎈 Ask me any top 3 ___?

Any other questions, topics, I'll answer everything (personal, fandom-related, recs)

Tagging some mutuals under the cut!

@fighterkimburgess @morganupstead @hereforhalstead @halsteadlover @specialagentsoftie @unmistakablyunknown @enchantedblackrose @sylviebrettsey @adamruz @sylvies-chen @sylvies-casey @i-like-sparkly-things @campingmonkey @mssleepy876b @study-coffee-chicago @deandaydreaming @hauntedmilkshakeghost @sylviebrettisaswiftie @kellykidd @kim-ruzek @thewnchstrs @dedlund82

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

into the gloom you left behind

Title taken from the poem It Bruises, Too by Kwame Dawes.

Prompt: Left Behind

TMNT IDW.

(tw kidnapping, family separation, very tangent references to noncon, grief, guilt, implied mind control, mental health issues, catatonia)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

Dear Leo,  

I honestly don’t know if this letter will find you. I’m going to print copies off of Don’s computer and leave them all over the city, stick them in places we used to go together—some of our good scavenging spots, that library you like, that one cool spot by the river, the access tunnel into Broadway, some of your favorite spots in Central Park or the High Line. Like messages in a bottle, cause if you leave enough one's gotta find its destination.  

I’ll even try to leave a few near the Foot stronghold if I can. That place stinks, btw—how can you stand it, dude?  

Hold on, I should probably let you know who's writing to you just in case the amnesia theory's right. In fact, maybe I should give you a rundown on who you are while I'm at it.  

Your name's Leo--full name Hamato Leonardo. You're a kickass leader, an amazing ninja, and you love to read even though you don't give yourself a lot of time for it. You've got a dad who's also a teacher and a rat, a mom who loves you a ton even if she's not around you anymore, and three awesome younger brothers: Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. I've drawn a picture of us on the bottom, so you can get a better sense of who we are. Sorry if it's a little rough.  

We've got some cool friends, too, but I don't want to name them in case this ends up in the wrong hands. The rest of us are already way too deep in...I guess you could call it a war? And we might be on different sides. Don't worry, though! It's not your fault and you're gonna remember where you belong pretty soon.  

I'm Mikey, your youngest and coolest brother, and I'm writing to you because...because, well, I know you don't like it when we curse, but we fucked up, Leo. See, we were running from this guy named Shredder, a really bad dude who killed us in our past lives (Donnie wants me to add "might have" so fine, whatever, he might have killed us in our maybe past lives).  

Anyway, he wants us dead now, and he hurt our friend Casey real bad, so we were running away from him trying to get Casey to the hospital. Only you got hit by a tranquilizer or something and you fell, and we didn't see you. None of us even noticed we were gone until we were at the hospital, and by the time we went back to look for you it was too late.  

You were...changed. You didn't recognize us anymore. You were all weird and violent and we were so scared, but under it all I could tell you were hurting. Shredder hurt you so deep you couldn't even figure out who or where you were, not really.  

I know it's not you, though. It's not. I don't know exactly what happened to you, but I'm trying to keep believing that you didn't mean to hurt us. The Leo I know would never attack his own brothers like that.  

Although I guess it wouldn't be entirely out of left field. We did leave you behind, after all. I guess that's why this sort of feels like an apology letter as much as anything.  

I'm sorry, Leo. So very, very sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you and I sorry we messed up and I swear on my life that when you come home, we'll never leave you behind again.  

I say when and not if because you will come home. We've been working around the clock to get you back, trying to figure out how to get you away from Shredhead. There's an answer to what's been done to you, a cure.  

I don't know if the Tin Can used electricity on you like the Winter Soldier, or magic like Splinter thinks, or demons like in all those movies you don't let me watch, but we can figure it out. We're smart that way.  

Although I gotta admit, it is hard to get our shit together the way things are right now. I don't think I ever realized how much work you put into leading and coordinating us, keeping us all on task. We're all guilty and stressed out and we keep getting into fights when we're together, fights I know you would have shut down right away.  

But even when we fight, we agree about how much you love you. Because you are loved, Leo, so very much. You're one of the most loved turtles in New York, maybe in the whole world. I don't know if it feels like it right now, but you've got a whole family who loves you to bits and who's not going to stop before you're home.  

Raph misses you a ton, you know. You guys fought before everything happened, but it doesn't matter anymore, not that it ever really did. He'd do anything to get you back. And Don's working himself to the bone trying to figure out how to help you, to give you the protection you need. Master Splinter spends every day meditating, trying to figure out how everything fits together, how to help you the most.  

And me? I do what I can. I'm trying to keep your room clean, you know, without messing up your stuff too much. When I'm not doing that or out looking for you I've been trying out some new Japanese dishes, stuff I think you'd like for your welcome home feast. Cool, yeah?  

If that's not enough incentive, you'll be able to pick the show for every movie night for a month after you come back. We've decided. Raph's gonna bitch and moan about it later, but whatever, he'll live. I don't even care if your stuff is burning, because seeing how happy it makes you is enough.  

As I'm writing this I'm thinking about what you might be doing right now. I want to think you just train all day like you used to and bitch at Karai or whatever, that all Shredder makes you do is kick some Savate around, but I don't know.  

He could be making you do bad things, or doing bad things to you, things we can't see. Sometimes I hear Donnie and Raph talking about it, but they always clam up when they walk by. I think they know something I don't but I'm too scared to ask.  

And you know what? I don't care. Whatever he makes you do, whatever happens while you're with the Foot, you're still our brother. There's nothing you can do to make us stop loving you and doing everything we can to help you heal. We'll look after you, Leo, I promise, same way you look after us.  

You're going to come home, and then we're all going to kick Shredder to the moon and go out for the best pizza we can find. You know, Chicago-level pizza. That's a promise, big brother, and I always keep my promises to you, same way you keep your promises to me.  

I have to go now, dude. I've got a meeting with someone who's going to help me figure out how to get you away from Shredhead and bring you home. I'll tell you more when you get back, okay? You'll want to hear all about it, and you know how much I like to tell stories.  

Love love love love,  

Mikey  

P.S. I promise not to watch any more episodes of She-Ra until you get back. Yes, you do too watch it with me, even if you're supposed to be way too macho. I've noticed that you're in the room every time I turn it on, you know.  

Oroku Saki doesn't crumple the letter or throw it at the wall, although the paper crinkles ever so slightly as he lowers his hand. He lifts his head, gaze unreadable through the helmet as his eyes bore into the black-clad man kneeling before him.

"Where did he find this?"

The man shifts a little, eyes darting anxiously. "Lion...no, Princess and Crow, my lord."

Saki nods. "I see. Outside a pizza shop?"

"Yes. DG's Corner, I think it was called. Should we stake it out?"

"Perhaps. I will have to think on it." The Shredder turns the letter over in his handle, examining the picture carefully drawn in colored pencil. A rat and a woman hold hands over four small turtles in red, purple, orange, and blue. Each figure is carefully labeled, including the one in blue, who is designated You (Leo).

"Did you see when or why he picked it up?"

"No, my lord. I apologize," the man replies, eyes downcast. "He was leading the group when we realized he'd stopped, and we found him holding the letter in his hands."

Saki nods slowly. "What happened?"

The man shrugs. "He just looked kind of confused, my lord. A little blank. We could see him staring at the paper, but it didn't really look like he was reading; his eyes weren't moving. He looked so out of it we thought he'd been hit with--"

"And then what?"

"Well, he looked up at us--through us, almost. It was...odd." The man squirms slightly, keeping his eyes carefully fixed on the ground. "I asked him what it was, and he said he didn't know. I mean, I could tell it was English, so I wasn't sure how he couldn't figure out something, but he just told us he had to go back home. By the time we got back to the base, he was, well..."

He gestures to the turtle sitting next to him. Oroku Leonardo sits with his back straight, chewing his lip gently as he stares off into the middle distance. He clearly has not processed what his companion, his erstwhile second on his last mission, has said, or any other part of the conversation. He has clearly not been processing anything for a while.

Saki sinks to his knees before the little turtle, lifting Leonardo's chin. "Her spell's fighting back, good," he says, almost to himself. "I hope she manages to shore the cracks up properly."

"Sir?" the other Foot soldier asks.

"Take the chunin to Mistress Kitsune," Saki orders, not looking up. "She will undoubtedly be able to help him. When she's done there, bring him back to my chambers."

"Yes, sir," the Foot soldier says, rising to his feet. He's got the look of a man carefully not knowing the full meaning of back to my chambers.  

"Oh, and Lieutenant?" Saki calls, giving Leonardo a little nudge. The boy stands up obediently, if a little hesitantly, and Saki rises to join him.

"Yes, sir?"

"Have Kitsune take a look at you and the other soldiers on that mission as well. It wouldn't do to get any unseemly rumors started."

The man's eyes widen slightly behind the mask, but his respect and fear for Saki are stronger than his terror of Kitsune. "Yes, sir." He bows out of the room and heads off down the hall, Leonardo trotting at his heels.

Saki looks back at the troublesome letter. Tracking down and disposing of them all will be tricky, but luckily his soldiers are very good at destroying things without question. Leonardo will never have his doubt or mind shaken by such a pitiful silly little piece of paper again.

He turns to the nearby fire and tosses the paper in among the flames. It's gone all too soon, chewed up and devoured, with nothing but a bit more smoke to mark the way.

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The street names Lion, Princess and Crow, and DG's pizza shop are shoutouts to my amazing fellow writers and freaks-in-arms @leonsi, @princessgemma12, @crow-dog-blogs, and @dg-darkfantasy.

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Hello!! I'm excted about your blog! Can I request a Leo fic with prompts 24 and 33?? ♥️✨♥️✨

hello!! I decided to do the fluff prompts for this, since you didn't say which ones! If you wanted angst or smut, you're more than welcome to request those as well ♥️

I hope you all like this cute little fic! Kinda wanna make leo my husband now, i love him.

“Y/N,” April would groan at you, “why can’t you just tell him!”

“Because-” You would reply, thinking about all the reasons why. You were a human, he was a turtle being one reason. The biggest reason, though? What if he didn’t feel the same way, because of the other reason. “You have it all wrong. I don’t like him like that.”

You stood in the Lair, April and Casey standing on either side of you. Your arms were crossed, mind off in the gutters, as you watched Leo yell angrily. He wasn’t really mad at anyone in particular. He was more so yelling out his frustrations.

“Y/N~” April whispered from beside you, “I know you’re staring~”

Your eyes cut to April and you let out a low huff. The turtles stopped arguing and their attention moved to the two of you. There was silence for a moment. April staring at you smugly, your whole body heating up, and the turtles watching the both of you closely.

“Whatever!” Leo grumbled, beginning to walk off towards his room. He began to whisper under his breath, you caught a few swears and something about no one ever listening.

You pouted at April and your brows knitted together.

“What’s that about?” Mikey motioned to your face.

“Oh,” April’s eyes didn’t leave yours, “Y/N here-”

“Likes Leo,” Raph rolled his eyes, “We know. We all know.”

Your mouth dropped.

“Well, except for Leo.” Donnie butted in, “Leo doesn’t know too much of anything at all, aside from ‘being a leader’.”

You whined and stomped your foot. “I told you-”

“Don’t start. We all know you like Leo.” Casey piped up. “Don’t even try to deny it anymore. Anyway, I think you’d be a cute couple.”

You placed your hands on your face, wanting to do nothing but scream. “Okay, whatever-” You began to walk off towards Leo’s room.

“Where are you going?” It was Mikey’s turn to pout.

“Away from all of you.” You waved back at them.

You reached Leo’s room and gave a gentle knock on the door. “It’s me, can I come in?”

There was no answer, only shuffling. The door opened moments later and Leo stood there, looking down at you in confusion. One of his brow ridges raised at you and he cocked his head to the side.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yea, Leo, I’m fine, just annoyed with your brothers and my choice of friend-group.”

He stepped aside and let you in. You let out a small gasp when you walked into his room. It was clean. Much cleaner than Mikey’s. A small Bonsai was set near his bed and his Katana was hung on the wall. There were books on a small shelf, some in English, some in Japanese. You nodded to yourself, thinking maybe one day you’d get him to read them to you. In Japanese of course, that would probably sound very nice coming from his lips.

“You sure you’re alright, Y/N?”

“Um,” you turned to him and began to fidget. “I don’t know.”

Leo’s eyes filled with worry. “If you need anything- Did someone hurt you? Did my brothers say something? Was it Casey?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, violently, “No, no! It’s not that. It’s, uh, look-” your mouth dried, “-I’ve been thinking lately- or, not really. I haven’t been able to think at all. Your brothers said that everyone knew it- Casey even said everyone knew it!” you began to babble on, becoming so nervous you were just word vomiting all over Leo.

“Whoa!” Leo put his hands up, but that did not stop you.

“April’s been trying to get me to tell for a while, but like?” You paused, shrugging, “What if I fuck it up? What if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore?!”

“Calm down,” Leo placed his hands gently on your shoulders, “calm down.” Looking up at him, eyes wide, you let out a soft breath. He gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I could never stop talking to you. Now, what did you wanna tell me?”

Your voice was low, and you were still very aggravated from earlier. “They said you were oblivious. And, I’m- I’m just some human. Leo, every time I’m around you, my thoughts become mush. I can’t think around you.”

You were so mad at yourself for telling him that you wanted to leave the Lair and go home. You wanted to run away, cover up, and never come back out.

Leo’s expression softened, his blue eyes staring back into yours. He said nothing. You sighed and pushed past him. “Whatever, forget it.”

“Wait.” Leo stopped you. You turned around and Leo took a step towards you. “How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

Your jaw dropped. You could only blink up at him. “I- um,” You couldn’t answer. Not verbally. Instead, you moved fast, faster than Leo thought a human could actually move, and you cupped his face. Pushing yourself up, you pressed your lips to his and Leo immediately kissed back.

You pulled away, shocked by your sudden bravery, “Does that answer your question?”

“I think so,” Leo smirked down at you, “can I just say-” Leo’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, “you’re awfully cute when you’re frustrated.”

You were beginning to heat up.

“I told you guys!!” Mikey yelled from the other side of the door, “They’re totally together bruh! I heard them making out!”

Now you had to go face Mikey, who literally heard you kissing his brother. But at least you had Leo by your side. You almost couldn’t wait to show him off to April, and see if Casey thought you two were actually a cute couple.

“I guess we need to leave before they think we’re doing something inappropriate…”

“Maybe- Maybe it’s okay if they think that.”

It was Leo’s turn to heat up.