#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.

[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!

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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 😊 🩷

[naladot]

Hey! Maybe it’s a long shot but if you’re still taking fic prompts, could you do one of dasey inspired by taylor swift’s “the great war”? Cause I read the one you wrote inspired on “you are in love” and loved it so much!!

It took a minute but I did it!! I hope you like this ficlet I just dashed off!

My hand was the one you reached for | Derek/Casey (mostly gen) | 810 words | rated g

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“Do you want to talk about it?”

It’s after midnight. Derek’s not really used to Casey peeking her head into his room at this time of night, and absolutely not when she’d been yelling at him just a couple hours ago. (He’d asked if Max made an effort to pretend like he listened when Casey talked or if he just ignored her—a serious question, and not his fault that Casey took it so personally.)

“No,” he answers, without looking up from the textbook on his lap. He hasn’t managed to read past the first sentence in the last hour since he announced that he needed to go do homework, which had elicited a genuine gasp from Nora.

“It might help if we talk about it,” Casey continues, taking a tentative step into the room.

“It won’t. You can close the door on your way out.”

“Der-ek,” she says softly, not moving to leave.

He sighs and rubs a palm over his face. She won’t leave unless he gives her a reason to. Annoying. “My mom is like this, okay? I don’t need to talk about it.”

Casey does close his door, now, but she’s on the wrong side of it. He wants to get up and push her out of the room, but he doesn’t really have the energy and when she’s hellbent on “family bonding,” he has to be a lot meaner than usual to battle her off. Maybe he should be ashamed of himself for letting her win this one. It happens way too often these days.

She doesn’t say anything though. She straightens her shoulders and then crosses the room to sit herself primly on the end of his bed. She doesn’t look at him or speak, and a strange sense of—something spreads through him. Relief? Affection? No way, definitely not.

But it’s weirdly nice to no longer be alone.

When she speaks, she doesn’t push him to open up like she expects. Instead she twists one hand around the other, her eyes focused somewhere above his computer.

“My dad is seeing someone,” she says.

“Oh,” Derek says, not sure what else to say.

She glances over at him, her chin jutting out in a weird way that suggests she’s fighting off tears. This normally bothers him but this time he holds still, waiting for whatever she’ll say next.

“It’s—fine, I guess. He just told me and Lizzie,” she continues. “I found out the woman he’s seeing has two kids around our age.”

“Ouch,” Derek says, suddenly understanding. He waits for Casey to get mad at him, but she gives a weak smile and shrugs.

“Yeah,” she says very softly. “I just keep wondering if…”

She trails off and doesn’t finish, but he hears her thoughts in the silence. It’s the same thing with his mom—after months of planning for him to go to Mexico with her over the summer, she pulls the plug like it’s no big deal. He’s been saving for it, and worse, he actually wanted it. His fault. He should have known better.

“I don’t think Nora would have been happy in New York,” he says.

“No,” Casey agrees. “But still.”

He doesn’t say anything, trying to imagine the McDonald nuclear family living in some high-rise apartment. He can’t quite picture it—can’t picture this house without them, can’t picture living here without Casey anymore. He’s imagined that reality so many times that he doesn’t know how to feel to discover he can’t imagine it in this moment, like the other was just a daydream but this, a real alternate reality they might have had, feels impossible.

“So that’s what’s going on with me,” Casey says. She looks at him, her eyes luminous. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” he answers—quickly, but without malice.

He watches her contemplate something for a moment, chewing at her bottom lip, and then she seems to make up her mind and reaches out for his hand currently holding the textbook. Maybe she just intended to pat his hand or something, but instead she sort of clutches at his fist. He doesn’t know if he should let go of the book to hold her hand or—what, but now they’re both looking at her hand over his.

And in a split second, he once again wishes the McDonalds did not live in his house.

“Um,” Casey says. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and, um—” She pats his hand a couple times, neither of them daring to look at each other. “And, yeah.”

She gets up and leaves in a hurry, giving him just a glimpse of her flushed face before the door closes behind her with a soft click.

Derek leans his head back against his headboard and closes his eyes. There was more than one reason he’d wanted to get out of the house for the summer.

[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

[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.

Tag list: @casey-anne-j ​​ @softgamerking ​​ @morbid-gaymer ​​ @geekycatlover ​​ @rainydaysrnevergrey​​ @natalia-helena-alianova-romanov @alphalesbianwolf ​​  @dykse​​ @autumnjackson4​​  @1-danid ​​ @dynnealberto  @natasharomanoffswife ​​​ @aquariuslavenderhoney ​​ @spywidownat @atlas-nex

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?

[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.”

[jerzwriter]

Hey E,

I know you have a lot of fics to complete, but can I add one more to your list? It's from the "101 Ways to Say I Love You". Can you do #88 "Have you been drinking enough water?" for Casey and Ethan. No rush and no pressure. Thanks so much!

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC

Rating: Teen

Summary: Ethan has been trying to keep his “reset” in place, but when Casey becomes ill at work, he rushes to her side.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

Words: Approx 1500

A/N: This is a reader request for the 101 Ways to Say I Love You prompt “Are you drinking enough water?” @rosebudde I hope you like it. 😊

A/N 2: I am participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles , the prompt “Stop pinning this on me!” can be found in bold below. Didn't have much time to edit, so be kind :) I'll come back to it soon.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

If you wish to be added or removed from tags, please let me know. Comments and reblogs always appreciated. 😊

Barreling down the hallway in a crowded hospital would cause heads to turn anytime. But when the person who is doing the barreling is a 6’5” attending best known for chewing out interns until they cry, well more than a few heads turned his way. Stunned looks were exchanged, and whispers could be heard, but not a single soul would dare to question him, for they knew the tongue lashing that would follow.

He took a sharp turn around a corner and the fear in his eyes diminished, ever so slightly, when he saw the petite doctor waiting for him in the distance. Focused on her, he didn’t see the young intern in his path until it was too late. The young doctor fell to the floor, his papers strewn everywhere.

While he was not known for his sociability, he was always polite. Under normal circumstances, he would have apologized, perhaps helped, but he had more important things to tend to right now; he didn't even realize that the moment had occurred. The tiny doctor was appalled by his behavior and marched toward him with fire in her eyes.

“He really is sorry," she said helping the young intern to his feet.

She stared daggers at the offending physician not releasing her eyes until he relented.

“I’m sorry, truly… now, Sienna, where is she?”

“Come this way,” she grabbed his arm and yelled back to the intern behind them. “He really is sorry!”

“I’m not that sorry, Sienna. He was in the way.”

“Dr. Ramsey, I specifically told you it’s not that serious. There is no need for you to maim interns on your way!”

“It's always a good day to maim interns,” he was growing impatient, “now where is Casey?”

"Where do you think we're heading?” She answered sarcastically.

Sienna stopped and looked around her, when she was certain no one could see them, she opened the door to a seldom-used on-call room. Casey did not look up, remaining reclined on the cot. Her back and head rested against the cinderblock wall as her hands rubbed her shut eyes before landing on her temples. The look of horror on his face did not correspond to the situation. Ethan Ramsey regularly saw patients who had suffered horrific injuries, or who were in the final stages of illness. He always met them with a professionally detached demeanor, he could have been an actor. But this scene he happened upon left him floored; but then again, this was Casey and he was at her side before the door closed.

“Casey, I’m here. What happened?”

She opened her eyes slowly with a barely audible groan.

“Light… light… do we need the bright light?”

“Of course not,” Sienna smiled flipping the switch. The lamplight would suit them just fine.

Ethan was already examining her, looking at her eyes, taking her pulse, checking her glands.

“Ethan, I’m ok,” she whispered.

“If you were OK, I would not have received a page from Dr. Trinh telling me that you passed out in the hallway. That is not OK.”

“I know, I know. Lower your voice!”

“She doesn’t have a history of migraines, and the sensitivity to light only began after the fall.”

“Did she hit her head?”

“No, I was next to her and was able to catch her before she landed.”

“Ethan,” she said gently placing her hand atop his cheek, “I told you, I’m fine.”

After several moments passed she realized her cold hand was still leaning against his cheek. She quickly released him.

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry… I ….”

“There is no need to apologize," he turned to Sienna. "Dr. Trinh, "can you please do us a favor? Would you go down to the nurse's station and tell the head nurse that Dr. MacTavish’s rounds need to be reassigned. Tell her I will follow up with her momentarily.”

“Of course.” She looked over to her friend, her brows knit with worry. “Can I do anything for you Casey?”

“No, Si.” She attempted a faint smile, “I’m fine.”

Exasperated, Ethan let out a sigh as Sienna left the room. Now, it was his hands that found their way to her cheeks, his thumb brushing a loose tendril of hair to the side.

“You are not fine, Casey. Did you eat today?”

“Earlier, I think?”

“You think? When did you last eat.”

“Breakfast. I had yogurt and some fruit.”

A look of disgust shrouded his face when he looked at his watch, “Casey! It’s 5:15! Have you been drinking enough water? Have you done that at least?”

“What… yes. I have. I always stay well hydrated, Ethan! Stop pinning this on me!”

“I’m not… I’m not pinning anything on you. I’m just… I’m worried. Have you been sick? A cold, body aches, anything?”

“No.”

“It could be not eating. Or, perhaps…”

Even feeling out of sorts she could sense the shift in his demeanor.

“Perhaps what?”

“Is there any chance…any chance you could, could be…”

“Could be….” she strained as it dawned on her. She looked away from him, a small, rueful smile on her lips. “Let’s see, Ethan. We were both reinstated five months ago. So if I were pregnant, I think we would have known by now.”

Ill at ease, he stumbled to find words. “I … of course… but… I can’t presume that you haven’t been…” his words trailed off.

Casey’s personal life was no business of his, by his own doing. She didn’t have to share, though he laid in bed many a night wondering. She had so many friends, so many men flirted wither at Donahue’s, but… he pushed the thoughts aside, it wasn’t his concern.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I was with you, Ethan.” She slid up and sat up straight, smiling for a moment because she thought the dizziness had passed, only for the smile to falter as it quickly returned. Her head fell forward supported by her hands.

“You don’t know me as well as you think you do. I don’t judge anyone for what they chose to do, but I don’t sleep with just anyone. They have to mean something to me, they have to be special and… no, there hasn’t been anyone since you.”

His lips turned up slightly, relief was one reason. As selfish as it was, he had agonized at the thought of her with anyone else, another man touching what he so desperately wanted to be his, the thought kept him awake at night.

But… she cared for him, it’s not as if he didn’t know, but he tried to convince himself otherwise. If he felt unworthy, if he convinced himself that he was no more than a roll in the hay, then he could alleviate his own guilt for running away and, essentially, leaving her to cope on her own. That was gone now, she said it herself so there was no denying. She cared for him… He reached out and gently stroked her hair, piled in a messy heap atop her head.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“No. I’ve had a lot of doubles. My body clock is off and my apartment is so noisy. I probably haven’t slept more than ten hours this entire week.”

“Well, that does it then. Your boss insists you take the rest of the day, and tomorrow, off. Let’s get you something to eat, and then I want you to go to sleep.”

“I can’t, I….”

“Doctor’s orders, Casey.”

“Fine,” she half-smiled when she attempted to stand up, but she quickly lost her balance.

“OK, that’s it!” Ethan grabbed a blood pressure cuff and placed it on her arm, “Now I am checking your vitals to make sure it’s nothing more. Then, if they’re good, I’m buying you dinner and driving you home. Or….”

“Or?”

“Or you could stay at my place. There probably isn’t a quieter place in all of Boston, you could… you could have the guest room to yourself. It’s dark, it has a comfortable bed and an amazing down comforter. I bet you could rest well there.”

Her eyes met his and a slight smirk appeared on her lips. “Knowing you’re down the hall… not likely.”

“Then I’ll stay by you until you fall asleep. You see… you’re special to me too, and I want to take care of you. But, only if you want, of course.”

A reel of the months of roller-coaster emotions she had endured played in her head. She could just go home, it was noisy, but she’d manage… and she would do what she always did… lay awake and think about him. Or she could take him up on his offer, it’s what he wanted and she knew it is what she wanted too.

“Will you make me pancakes?”

A warm smile spread across his face. “I’ll make you anything you want, but I should warn you, my pancakes suck.”

“French toast?”

“That I can manage.”

“Then you have a deal.”

He reflexively took her in his arms and stroked her hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “I want to know you’re safe.”

Still woozy when she stood, he leaned her against him, his arm wrapped around her for support.

“Ethan,” she asked leaving the dark room, “what are you doing. We’re at work, people will see …”

His hand reached over to turn the lamp off before exiting the door.

“Let them.”

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[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)

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[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.

_____

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.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

New Training - Rudy

Note: I was pretty sure I might come back and flesh these trainings out a little more, but didn't have the ideas at the time, so it's a bit spacey. These happen over about 3 days.

Also just keep in mind that Rudy has a very low pain tolerance.

[Masterlist]

TW: pet whump, kidnapped whumpee, conditioning, muzzle, restraints, conditioned whumpee, dehumanization/animalization, manhandling, light mouth whump (noncon mouthwash and sharp muzzles), implied starvation, mind games, broken whumpee mindset,

When Rudy woke, the first thing he noticed was how much his head hurt. One spot in particular on the right side of his forehead was pounding. The next thing he realized was he was muzzled again. Master hadn’t put him in a muzzle in so long - what did he do wrong?

With a jolt, the memories of yesterday came back and he sat up, nearly choking himself on the chain clipped to his collar. He reached up and felt the little lock, whining in fear as he looked around. Tears sprung to his eyes as he felt around the collar and realized it wasn’t his, the bed wasn’t his, the room wasn’t Masters.

“Now you’re awake, sleepy head.”

Panicked, he tried to scurry back but the chain kept him in place. Casey rounded from the otherside of the room, grinning wildly. The whimpers and whines were so impossibly cute, better than he could have ever imagined. The boy was scared now, but he’d soon love Casey. He was so excited, so ready to get started training.

He reached own the pet the boy’s cheek - a gesture of peace and comfort, but the boy pulled away, hands up to tug at the chain. Casey scowled and slapped him.

“Ugh, you know far better than that, Archimedes.”

--

“No!” Rudy cried out, tugging at the end of the lead.

“Come on, Archimedes,” Casey groaned, pulling the boy back roughly. “Listen to your owner.”

The sharp tug put him off balance and Rudy tripped to the ground, getting up quickly on knees to relieve pressure from his throat. “N-No! Not, not my name, not my Master!” He glared up at the man, shaking but resolute. He knew who he belonged to.

Casey’s blood boiled.

“Stupid pet, you’ll learn better than to speak back to me like that.”

He grabbed the back of the boys’s collar, dragging him up and down the hall. Rudy tried to struggle and plant his feet, but it ended up only choking him. Casey threw him into the small room against the counter and quickly grabbed a bottle sitting on the self. With a firm grip under his jaw, he pried the boy’s mouth open and forcefully poured some of the liquid in.

“Don’t swallow it - or do, if you want to throw up,” he remarked coldly, pressing a hand against Rudy’s mouth to keep it closed. He watched the boy’s eyes get wide, recompense for his disobedience.

The liquid, whatever it was, tasted horrible and sour. It made him gag when it hit the back of his throat, bound hands coming up to try and pry the man’s away to spit it out. Casey pinned his hands down with a knee and pushed him back farther, sink counter digging painfully into his lower back.

Then it started to burn.

It hurt and burned, like it was starting to eat away at his gums and teeth. Rudy whined loudly, eyes begging Casey to let him go. The man was grinning back at him, the expression like a dagger stabbing straight at his heart. He was, he was enjoying this, enjoying seeing him so scared and in pain.

“Tastes bad, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?" He prompted, shaking him lightly. Rudy panted through his nose and nodded quickly. Please let him spit it out, please. “Bad words get punished, and this is how they’ll be punished. Do you understand, Archimedes?”

Rudy whined, but nodded again. It burned, it hurt his mouth. He wanted it out, out out out.

With a spin, Casey faced him towards the sink before he released him. Rudy quickly spit it out, nearly gagging in the process. Even then, the taste lingered in his mouth. Shaking, he curled over the sink and began to cry again as he felt the man begin to replace the muzzle. His eyes found Casey’s in the mirror for a moment as Rudy considered struggling again. Something about the darkness in his eyes made the pet reconsider.

He didn’t fight as the muzzle was closed, tighter than before. Something sharp sliced against his tongue lightly and he jerked back with a whine. Sharp? A sharp bit?! He could barely even swallow to get rid his mouth of that terrible taste. His eyes pleaded with Casey, who didn’t seem affected by the teary green look.

“There,” said Casey, petting down Rudy’s hair as if nothing happened. “Isn’t that better. Are you going to be a good boy for me now?”

Rudy didn’t know how to answer.

~~

“Hungry, Arch?” Casey asked as he turned from the stove. The boy was at the very end of the lead hanging from the man’s waist, backed up against the wall. The pet shook his head vigorously, hard enough to make the rings on the muzzle chime against each other. Casey huffed a laugh and turned back to his saucepan.

No food then.

~~

Rudy laid in the little dog bed, hands closed away in mittens with a softer muzzle strapped into place. Thankfully, this one didn’t have a bit, but it was still pressure around his face and head. Tears fell, again, and Rudy nuzzled his face into the padding.

He, he still belonged to Master - didn’t he?

He knew he belonged to Master because he was the one who fed him and clothed him and gave him a name and a collar and he stayed in his house. There were other human rules too, that proved he owned him. The chip in his arm and the code on his side and maybe other stuff too - but he didn’t know any of that. He had never had to worry about it.

But now he wasn’t in Master… Mason’s?... he wasn’t in that house, he wasn’t wearing that collar or being taken care of by him. Did, did that mean he belonged to Casey? Was… was it Master Casey? He didn’t know, didn’t know what to think. It was all so confusing.

He wanted to be home so incredibly badly, but didn’t Master Mason say that pets didn’t get wants? They didn’t get to decide what happened to them? They trusted their Master and their Master took care of them. He rolled over to his other side.

But no, because Master Casey (just Casey?) wasn’t following the human rules. Or maybe he was - the pet didn’t know. He couldn’t believe that stealing a pet from the park and shoving them in a trunk counted in human rules, but they weren’t for him to understand. Master Mason had taught him to not question those things and now Master Casey was doing things he didn’t understand and, and....

A sob broke out and the pet pressed farther into the bed, desperate for comfort but not knowing if he was allowed to get it. Or if he was supposed to want it? It hurt to think, everything hurt so much to try and untangle. He wanted someone - anyone - to come along and tell him what to do. To explain it to him, to make the bad feelings go away. That’s what Master Mason had done, he had made the bad feelings go away. Slowly, the pet raised up and peered over the foot of the bed to see Master Casey looking on his phone. He whimpered.

Casey looked up to see the boy absolutely distraught. He let out a sad ‘aww’ and put away his phone to go to him. The pet tired to wipe its eyes with the mittens and sniffled, leaning towards him.

“Here, let’s take these off,” he said, gently releasing the buckles and guiding the mittens away. The pet laid its head on his shoulder and Casey felt his heart lift. He pulled the smaller boy onto the bed with him and held him close. The boy settled into him, obviously accepting as Master and wanting comfort from him.

It was so satisfying.

“There you are, there you are sweetheart. See? I knew you’d figure it out. You’re gonna be such a good boy for me, I just know it. Someday, I’ll find someone to correct your chip and then you’ll really be mine.”

Rudy’s eyes flashed open from where he was nuzzled into the man’s chest. ‘Really’ be his. He wasn’t his. He did belong to Master - Casey was the thief. He tried to keep his breathing slow, to not disturb the man holding him. He need out, he needed to go home, still. Then, he noticed the man starting to breathe slowly, starting to relax. He froze, a dangerous thought growing in his head.

He was falling asleep. Rudy could get away when he was asleep.

It felt like it took so long, but eventually there was a soft snoring coming from above him. Rudy peeked up to see his eyes closed, face slack. Oh so carefully, he pulled away one arm, then another, then eased farther away. He froze again, pulse hammering in his throat, watching to see if the man would stir.

He didn’t.

Holding his breath, Rudy placed both feet on the ground and stood. The floor was mercifully carpet, not producing any noise to get him caught. He took one step, then another, until he was out of the bedroom and into the hall. It was dark, only a forgotten bathroom light to illuminate his path.

As quietly as possible, he crept down until he saw the doors again. He knew from the first time that they were both locked, and that he would have to find another way out.

That’s when he noticed the window above the sink open slightly.

Casey had kept him on a lead the entire time, never letting him get too far away. It had been pure luck he was taken off one that night, and that must have been why he left it open.

Rudy climbed up onto the sink and pushed it open slowly, hoping it wouldn’t be too loud. The fact it wasn’t excited him a bit - until he looked out.

That, that was a long way to the ground.

He gulped and realized he was still wearing the muzzle. With shaky hands, the buckles were eventually worked through and released. He had to take a very deep breath after, never having taken off his own muzzle before. It felt like he was being bad, but it was Casey that put it on him, so he must be allowed.

Laying it down on the counter, Rudy considered the window again. There was grass below, which would be better - right? He looked around for a rope or something to use to lower down, but his anxiety was starting to get the best of him. Casey could wake up at any moment, and he wouldn’t get a chance like that again.

Feeling like his last option, Rudy climbed up onto the counter and put one of his legs through. Breathing hard, he looked one last time to make sure Casey hadn’t woken up.

He put the other leg through and climbed out.

~~

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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.