#i fell asleep sorry casey

[sibbycrobby]

casey in the big hat😭

[superfruitland]

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idiot falls asleep and never schedules update moment. AND over half of the panels were drawn when i was sick as shit. you're welcome btw.

but great news!! live life will now update bi-weekly! congrats on my baby au for coming out of the closet, we love you as you are. not setting a specific date for each week, but that's a promise i'm making due to some backlogged updates as i'm planning something devious. downright diabolical. siniter scheming.

and for those confused, here's what we're referencing xoxo

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- One Hell Of A Day

Thank you for the request @maximeseveridecasey I changed it slightly. Also I wrote it then lost half of it! So I’m sorry if the ending seems a little rushed. I’m also no expert at medical situations so if I get something wrong I’m really sorry. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

The day started out as any other. Kelly and I woke up in our shared bed, the smell of the fresh linen hits my nose and I had put on fresh sheets the night before. Kelly and I started our usual routine I made coffee while he showered, then he made breakfast while I showered. Just like any other morning when we’re on shift together.

Early on in the morning we arrived at firehouse 51 together and everything was going well, that is until 2 hours into our shift. I started to feel uncomfortable in my stomach, thinking it could be just my period on its way I took some pain killers which helped. Yes, painkillers helped until they didn’t anymore.

I stand leaning over the sink having an awful pain shoot through my side when the alarm goes off. Groaning I stand up feeling a hand on my back

“You ok Maxime?” my boyfriend asks worriedly

“Yeah just my period coming” I tell him trying not to worry him, but that fails because I can see the worry creeping over his face already

“Sure?”

“Yeah. I’m fine” I dismiss him with a weak smile

“Max let’s go!” Dawson shouts for me hanging her body out of the drivers side of the ambulance

“Coming” I give Kelly a kiss on the cheek before jumping into the passenger side. The drive to the house fire feels like it’s very slow. The whole time I am shifting about trying to relive the discomfort in my right side which causes Gabby to notice

“What’s up with you today? You look like your about to puke, cry and scream all at once”

“Just my period on its way making me feel like crap. Let’s just get this over with so I can crawl into a bed and go to sleep”

“You mean a certain lieutenants bed” I glance over to look at Gabby who’s giving me quick look wiggling her eyebrows. I roll my eyes in response at her making her laugh.

Once arriving to the fire I can see smoke pooling out of the windows. Jumping down I walk round the side of the ambulance as I watch Kelly run into the building with no fear. Pulling the stretcher out the pain in my side gets worse and now I feel like I could throw up any minute

“Max you don’t look good” Gabby tells me with a worried expression. Knowing there’s no point in lying to her I sigh

“Just don’t feel good today. As soon as we get back I’m just going to nap”

“We’ve got a victim here fallen down the stairs. She unconscious and has possible spinal injuries” Gabby and I look at one another before quickly running into the burning building.

Immediately I can see a woman lying on the floor with a nasty looking gash on her forehead. Between the both of us we get her on the stretcher. Suddenly there’s a huge blast that throws me across the room. My ears ring and the pain in my side almost becomes unbearable. I look around and notice smoke and fire all around us. Coughing I wait for my hearing to come back. When it finally does I can hear both mine and Gabby’s alarms going off

“Gabs?” I groan

“I’m here. You ok?”

“My legs trapped”

“Severide, Casey do you copy”

“We’re ok. How are you and Max?” I hear Casey radio to Gabby

“I’m fine. Max has a cut on her head and her legs trapped under a beam”

“We’re on our way stay put”

“Wasn’t planning on it” I try to joke but start coughing. In no time at all Matt and Kelly are here helping Gabby pull the beam off my leg making me scream and cough

“Let’s get your leg checked out” Kelly says picking me up and carrying me out of the building

“Kel, my side hurts. Like really hurts it’s not my period”

“Ok when did it get worse?”

“Just has throughout the day”

“Ok let’s get you in the ambo and to hospital”

At some point I fell asleep, because as I come to and try to open my eyes everything feels way to bright so close my eyes again

“Hey” I hear Kelly’s voice. I try opening my eyes again “do you want a drink?” Only now do I notice that my voice feels scratchy and dry. I slowly nod my head yes and Kelly is quick to grab me a cup of water. He places the cup against my lips that immediately feel less dry, and take a sip. The cool water soothes my throat. After drinking the small cup Kelly places it down “how do you feel”

“Like I’ve been throw about a room” I attempted to joke but can see Kelly doesn’t quite find it funny

“Babe why didn’t you tell me the true extent of the pain you were in. You had appendicitis. They burst when you passed out before we got you in the ambulance”

“It only got really bad when we go to the scene. I was going to relax when we got back”

“Ok” Kelly bends down and kisses my forehead then smooths any loose hair “the others are waiting outside to see you. Want me to let them in?”

“Sure” I give Kelly a smile and watch him get up before leaving the room. I’ve loved that man for a long time now, but as soon as I’m better I’ll be proposing to him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

[poeticallyspiteful]

• dating dewey riley during the woodsbro murders •

dewey riley x reader

fluff / angst

cw: mention of sex, being sorta stabbed, ghostface being mean to dewey

notes: i am in love with him.

to set the scene, you are a year younger than him and used to babysit tatum.

you had always though dewey was cute and made polite conversation all through high school (maybe even some light flirting) but didn’t see each other for years after dewey graduated and you followed.

while he went to the police academy, you took over the local library and you ran into each other around town but never made it past blushing small talk.

however, when dewey finally became deputy, about a two years before the attack, and he ran into you at a coffee shop, he took his achievement-fueled adrenalin and finally made a move on you.

he’d always thought you were gorgeous and he’d been too much of a coward to act on it, but he was not about to let that happen again.

then, two years later, you and dewey lived in an apartment not far from his mother’s house, happy and in love as ever.

however, when casey and her boyfriend got butchered in their own home, you both immediately came to stay with his mom and sister while the hunt for ghostface continued.

dewey was regularly protective, but when ghostface is on the loose? get ready.

he sleeps with his gun on the nightstand, quadruple checks all the doors and windows are locked, and periodically wakes up in the middle of the night to check on you.

he doesn’t let you stay home alone and even when you’re both home, he follows you around and doesn’t let you do anything alone.

he stands with you while you cook, sits outside of the shower (or joins you), and if you need alone time, best believe he’s sitting outside of the door, very quietly, just in case.

one night, when you’re working at the library, closing up alone, ghostface attacks.

he calls dewey, taunting him over the phone.

“truth or dare, deputy?”

“don’t you touch her. i’ll find you, i’ll hunt you to the edge of the earth—”

“answer the question or i’ll slice her throat from ear to ear. i wonder if her insides are as pretty as her outsides.”

“…truth.”

ghostface goes on to mock him—saying he didn’t love you enough, wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t brave enough.

while he’s deep into his villain monologue, however, you managed to grab a fire extinguisher from behind the desk and swung it as hard as you possibly could at his head.

he managed to slash your side on the way out, but you hardly noticed as adrenaline coursed through your body and you booked it.

you ran faster than you ever had, and you swore you had gotten halfway across town before someone spotted you and you snapped out of it.

“my husband, my husband, call— call him,” you rambled to paramedics as they tried to load you into an ambulance, your blood loss making you a bit light headed.

“who’s your husband, honey?”

“deputy dwight riley. please call him.”

the ambulance ride was a blur, and by the time they made the first stitch in your side, dewey was barreling in, stammering your name to every nurse until someone pointed.

he held your hand as they stitched you up and when they decided to keep you overnight for observation, he insisted on staying by your side all night, visiting hours be damned.

“i’m so proud of you,” he whispered, rubbing a hand up and down your arm, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes. “i’m so sorry. i was— i was so scared, i knew i shouldn’t have let you close alone, i should’ve been there—”

“hey, hey, none of that,” you replied, admittedly sleepily, catching his hand, interlocking your fingers. “none of what he said was true, honey. you are strong, you are brave, and i know you love me.”

you fell asleep almost immediately after that, and as a night nurse stopped in to check your stitches, she spoke softly to dewey next to you.

“you must be a good husband. she kept asking for you in the ambulance and every minute until you got here.”

dewey almost passed out. “i’m sorry, what?”

“yeah, yeah, ‘call my husband, please call my husband’ the whole time. poor girl was terrified.”

she left the room after that and dewey pretty much stared at you, mouth open like a fly trap

he knows your still asleep, but he squeezes your hand and whispers anyways, through teary eyed laughter

“husband, huh?”

notes: please lemme know if literally anyone is into this absolutely adorable and hot man and i’ll write some more for him 💗

[malehypnofantasy]

Casey pretty much loathed the life he got to endure in uni. The past 3 years has been nothing but hell for him with all the isolation, bullying and the way some of his professors turned out to be major dickhead that either treated him like crap or took credit of his brilliance for themselves when they wouldn't even be able to finish their researches without his help or insight. He hated the fact that despite being smarter then most people, he's overlooked and swept aside just because he doesn't have the authority or the look that could help him gain the spotlight he knew he deserved. Until one eventful night when he turned 21 and his body started to glow in the middle of the night while his jackass of a roommate Ethan slept like a log as he's too spent after fucking his girlfriend like rabbit in the opposite bed.

The following morning, Casey realized that something clearly is different from the way he looked in the mirror. He's more.....radiant, and his eyes sparkled brilliantly under the bathroom light. That's when all in a sudden, Lila, Ethan's girlfriend, appeared right next to him as she opened the bathroom door

"Happy birthday Casey. You probably haven't fully realized it but let me help you out," she said with a rather monotone voice as she suddenly grabbed Casey's head and her eyes started to glow

Flow of memories of ancient practices and secret tradition of his family freely went right into his brain, injected his head with ideas and capability beyond his usual mortal knowledge. His whole body radiantly glow as the memories filled every corner of his body so he could wield the magical power that belong to his family since he's a responsible adult in their eyes upon celebrating his 21st birthday. When Lila eventually dropped to the floor as the messenger that possessed her went away, Casey looked at her with different gaze. The once unapproachable and mean cheerleader co-captain now looked like nothing but a distraction to him, so he forcefully woke her up and made her leave the room with not a single word said. The recently powered magician then turned his attention to his douchebag of a roommate, smirking at his slumbering muscular form that would soon become his plaything

Truth be told, Casey utilized the gym rat's body as his lab rat. He doesn't know how far of a control he can wield and exercise upon other people or what kind of other powers his body can manage, but another messenger from his family already informed him that he doesn't necessarily have the physical prowess to handle too big of a power so he needs to not only train his magic, but also his physique. But before working on his physique, he decided to test how far he can control another people through his words and Ethan came in handy in that regards. Ethan was unaware this whole time that he has been subjected to mind conditioning by Casey. As Casey mentioned his trigger word, Ethan instantly fell asleep despite several seconds before he just intensely cheered for a football team he's rooting for.

Casey then decided to execute his plan as he planted this idea to Ethan that he's been gay all along and he only can get hard while serving Casey. The ideas of girls repulsed him. The idea of disobeying Casey terrified him and his biggest joy in life is to do things in accordance to Casey's order. Casey then told Ethan to also set a "smokescreen" while in public or with other people as to not raise any suspicion and would only be his devoted self when Casey and him are in private or when Casey said his trigger word. As the jock snapped awake from his slumber, his eyes softened upon seeing Casey as he addressed him with respect and slight fear

"Oh Master, very sorry. Did I fall asleep here when you want to watch TV? Please, don't hesitate and sit down here, Sir. I'll scooch to the floor,"

"Calm down, Ethan. No need to do all that. I just wanna ask. Say, aside from me as the all powerful controller, who's the strongest guy in this school that you know?"

"Physically or socially, Sir?"

"Hmmmm...both,"

"The Dean and the Provo----"

"Not them, dummy. The students, I meant,"

"Ohhh the students. The twins in Pike are certainly the craziest in terms of physique, one of them got stabbed and then beaten the shit out of his stabber and 3 other guys----"

"Sounds like a threat,"

"---while socially, Ben Richards clearly bodied everyone. Part of the billionaire Richards retail & real estate family and his uncle is a high-ranked DoD officials, a decorated and highly respected war hero,"

"Not even the frat president, huh?"

"Nah, he's just Ben's pawn. Ben's too lazy to do anything by himself. He'll prefer someone worked it for him,"

"A pawn to do all his bidding, huh?"

"Yep, you got that right,"

"Well, what do you think if we paid a visit to meet Ben, do you know his whereabouts?"

"Not really, but I can ask around,"

"Then ask around. I would like to meet with him in private,"

Read Part 2 here

[mollycabot]

Casey Novak X Reader frozen

A/N mentioned of abuse and domestic violence and toxic relationship when Y/N doesn’t show up for work Casey goes and finds out why but what she finds shocks her massively.

It was a cold winters morning in New York and Casey was walking to work warped up in her scarf and coat and bag in hand when she got to the courthouse she saw Liz standing outside her office, “what’s up?” Asked Casey.

Usually Liz would make a comment and here not saying hi before asking but Liz had other things on her mind “ Y/N hasn’t show up yet and she never late but also she lets me know if she late you haven’t heard from her? Liz asked.

“No sorry I haven’t I try calling her” case respond and walked into her office and took out her phone. And a few tries she couldn’t get though worried something might be wrong she asked Liz if she could stop by her friend’s house which Liz agreed. Once Casey left she called liv “hello benson” Olivia said on the phone

“Hi Olivia Y/N hasn’t show up for work and isn’t getting my calls and I’m worried something wrong Casey said as she walked downstairs. “Ok I been there in a few mins and we go to her house together” Olivia said and end the call.

Once the arrived at Y/N’s house they saw that her front door was kicked in and mess was on her porch however when Olivia and Casey walked up to the house they didn’t have to look very far they found their friend and girlfriend in a pile of blood and snow.

“Y/N Y/N come hunny wake up” casey said shaking the girl trying to get her to wake up Olivia tried to but no look she had a plus but it was weak Olivia picked her up and rushed her into the car along with Casey.

As Olivia was driving to the hospital Casey began to take off Y/N’s wet clothes and warped her in her coat and scarf and put her head into her lap and carried on trying to wake her up.

Once Y/N opened her eyes a little Casey very quickly comforting her “it’s ok my love it’s ok just stay awake please. As Olivia gave Casey her coat that was on the passenger seat.

“I’m sleepy” Y/N said as she closed her eyes causing Casey to gently but firmly slap her face.

“No no baby no sleeping come on no sleeping” Casey said but had no luck

Once at the hospital Olivia carried Y/N inside and handed her over to the doctors and went with case into the waiting room after what felt like forever they were finally a loud to see her and Olivia and Casey went to go and find out what happened.

“Hey you how you doing?” Olivia said “better thank you” Y/N said “what happened my love?” Casey asked while holding Y/N’s hand.

“I was getting ready for work and as I was about to grab my coat and bag my door got kicked in and my ex stood there and shouted at me and then began to hit me and beat me because she wasn’t happy I broke up with her and won’t take her back she stole things as well and wasn’t happy I had a girlfriend” Y/N said sadly.

“Its ok Y/N your safe and we will get her don’t you worry” Olivia said and went to go make a call.

“You scared me love i thought I was going to lose you and I would be left with out you” Casey said giving Y/N’s hand a gentle kiss.

“Im cold Casey can we cuddle please” Y/N said while doing the puppy dog eyes, Casey can’t say no to a face like that so Casey took her coat off and shoes and gently climbed into the bed with Y/N and gently put her arms and Y/N.

Casey could see she was getting sleepy “go to sleep my love I be her when you wake up” Casey gently said as she comb through Y/N’s hair and Y/N fell asleep in her lovers arm.

Olivia came back to the room with two coffee cups and smiled when she saw the scene in front of her “keeping her warm are we Casey?” Olivia smirked at Casey, which caused Casey to eye roll. “Yes and she wanted to cuddle and she was sleepy” Casey said

Olivia sat in one the chairs and her and Casey genuinely talked about a plan for Y/N when she out of hospital and coming up with a case to put her ex in prison.

Casey couldn’t wait to get justice for her love of her life

[pinkystarwberry]

ROTTMNT Leo w/ platonic! future reader

Heyyyy! I'm sorry that I've been gone for awhile! I hope ya'll enjoy my HC's. My request and mashups are now open :D! If you would like to request some fic's about the ninja turtles or many other fandoms listed in my introduction feel free to request!

Summery; Just some quick hc's of Leonardo with a child (gn! reader) from the future. all of this is post Krang invasion. I'm down for writing this for the other brothers (+April) as well! ENJOYYYY!! :DD

There are many up's and down's with being Leonardo child from the future

Lets start off with the downs! (YAY)

You're were (still kinda of) VERY over protective of both Leonardo and Casey Jr (This was in fear of losing them)

Which on paper don't sound bad

Until you're trying to throw hands with Leo’s brothers

They could just be play fighting and or full on arguing and you'll find a way to block them from Leo

Not to add, even after the "fight" (depending on how serious it was) you'll full on ignore his brothers

Raph needs help? Too bad, he knows what he did

One time Raph got the cold shoulder for a whole month

All he did was argue against putting pineapple on pizza

Not only do you "protect" Leo from his brothers, you also protect him from unfamiliar things outside of the lair

After the Krang invasion, Mikey thought it would be an amazing idea to cook outside and watch the stars

Mikey thought this would be an amazing idea because 1, you and Casey never really seen the stars before (due to being apocalypse children) 2, because Leo is now safe and sound :'3

Everything was fine and dandy until Donnie brought out some fireworks

Donnie thought that everybody would love the fireworks

He thought

Spoiler alert; you didn't, and you didn't let Casey or Leo watch the fireworks

Mikey believe that you (much like everyone else) gain PTSD from living in the apocalypse

You refuse to attend any therapy with Dr.Feelings

Overtime with the help of your new family, (you not only start seeing them as family; even though they are different from your apocalypse family) you started to go to therapy

Now on to the brighter(?) side!

Leo fucking adore both you and Casey

Ya'll might not be his bio kids in any shape or form

But damn he would go to the moon and back for you two

One time, during family Movie night, you fell asleep on him

Bro broke down into TEARS

He was just so happy that you trusted him enough to go to sleep :(

Both Mikey and April has a photo of this moment (for blackmail ofc)

Speaking about family movie night

You, Casey, and Leo have to paint ya'll nails matching colors

Its a must

With the help of therapy, you are more open to your family. Not scare to be yourself around them

God damn you're just Leo’s twin

Misplace confidence and everything

This can lead to you getting injured during a mission

Don't worry! Your family will make sure you're safe, and they will nurse you back to health <3 (hope you like soup, Mikey will make a lot of it)

Leo has many photos of you and Casey just being kids

Whenever he is sad, he just looks at the photos :')

[jerzwriter]

Thank you to the lovely @rosesnink for this ask from this list. She asked me to write a fic for both of our OH MC's, Jordyn & Casey. I hope you like what I came up with!

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Casey x Jordyn (F!MC x F!MC) Rating: Teen Category: One-off/One-shot/"There's only one bed" Words: 1,100 Summary: Jordyn & Casey arrive in Cleveland for a one-week symposium at the Cleveland Clinic. The women are upset that they're staying at a distant Air B&B, while attendings were put up in a posh hotel by the hospital. But Casey's determined to make the best of it, and when they woke the next morning, they realized it might not be such a bad thing.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this @rosesnink - everyone be kind - I only get to do a quick edit - I hope it's good. :)

“This is ridiculous!” Jordyn complained as they arrived at a nondescript apartment building in a Cleveland suburb. “Why are the attendings set up at the Hotel Intercontinental, right down the block from the Cleveland Clinic, while we’re stuck at an Airbnb in Beachwood?”

Casey was just as frustrated as Jordyn, but after watching her friend seethe for the entire 20-minute drive, she knew she had to help calm her down.

“I get it,” she said soothingly. “But on the bright side, this place does have a pool in the complex.”

Jordyn turned to Casey with pursed lips. “Do you seriously think the Intercontinental doesn’t have a pool?”

“I’m trying here,” Casey sighed. “At least as the only interns here since we’re the only interns here, we can avoid those creepy doctors from Kenmore that were leering at us!”

Jordyn tried to appear unmoved, but a smirk slipped through. “You make a good point.”

“I know,” Casey teased. “I usually do! So, let’s focus on the positives and check this place out!”

Jordyn slipped the key into the door, and they entered the studio apartment that would be home for the next week. It didn’t take long to see it all.

“Uhm, I believe realtors would call this place ‘cozy,’” Casey noted.

“‘Cozy’ is how they described that closet they tried to rent to me in Boston,” Jordyn countered.

“Exactly! But at least this place is clean and even cute; look at the little sunflowers embroidered on the curtains!”

“Yeah,” Jordyn smirked. “They match the bedspread... on the one bed in this room.”

Casey’s eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip. “Well, would you look at that?”

Now, Jordyn was the one smiling as she nudged Casey’s shoulder. “Lucky for you, I don’t snore!”

~~~~~

About forty minutes later, Jordyn emerged from the shower, towel-drying her long, blonde hair. Casey, who had showered first, was sitting cross-legged on the bed—the only place they had to sit — her hair pulled into a messy bun and a slice of pizza in her hand.

“You’re eating in bed?” Jordyn teased. “Great, you, me, and pizza crust crumbs sharing a bed tonight.”

Casey rolled her eyes. “Sorry, Jor. I considered eating in the west wing, but the servants hadn’t had a chance to clean it yet.”

Jordyn belly-flopped onto the mattress and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box. When she bit in, the look on her face indicated approval. “It’s not Boston pizza, but it’s not bad.”

“I did check reviews before ordering,” Casey smiled.

“I knew you would!” she smiled. “I have to admit, there are worse things I could be stuck in bed with than you and pizza crumbs.”

“Agreed,” Casey giggled, “but I still say we get rid of the crumbs before going to sleep.”

After the lights were turned off, the two friends slipped under the covers, trading jokes the entire time.

“Try not to grab my butt during the night,” Jordyn instructed.

“As long as you don’t end up spooning me,” Casey replied. “If you spoon me, I call full butt-grabbing privileges.”

After a few more barbs and a lot more giggles, the exhausted doctors fell asleep.

In the morning, Casey was the first to wake. Opening her eyes, she found Jordyn’s hand lying delicately on her hip. She didn’t make anything of it; the bed was awfully small, and she was confident she probably did something similar during the night... or was that just a dream? Regardless, she had to admit, it felt nice, so she made no effort to move it.

When Jordyn began stirring, Casey shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. After blinking to adjust her eyes to the morning light, Casey’s “sleeping” face was the first thing she saw, and she smiled. She looked almost angelic, and Jordyn was so enthralled that she didn’t notice the location of her hand. Startled when the realization hit her, she quickly pulled it back but returned it less than a second later.

Afraid her blushing cheeks would give her away, Casey quickly “awoke” with a smile. Her voice was still groggy; but she couldn’t wait to bust her friend’s chops... or was it flirting?

“Sure,” she smirked. “Tell me not to grab your butt, and look what I wake up to.”

Jordyn did not back down. “So, should I love it?”

Casey’s eyes shot open, and their blue eyes met.

“It’s fine,” she demurred, brushing loose strands of hair away from Jordyn’s face. “You know, you are really pretty.”

“You only say that because we look so much alike,” Jordyn laughed.

“Nah,” Casey insisted. “You’re much prettier than me.”

Jordyn played with the fabric of Casey’s nightshirt, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin, soft cotton.

“Did you sleep well?” Casey continued.

“More or less, except you are like a furnace! I felt like I needed to take my clothes off.”

“Well,” Casey said with a big stretch. “I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

Her legs flipped over the side of the bed, and she slipped into her slippers. Jordyn watched her as she shuffled the short distance to the bathroom.

“Are you flirting with me, Dr. MacTavish?”

Casey turned with a wink. “I don’t know, but we have to share that bed for a whole week... I suppose we’ll soon find out.”

Shocked by her own words, Casey rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. Where did this newfound bravado come from? She had tried to tell Jordyn how she felt dozens of times before but couldn’t garner the nerve to make the slightest move. Now, she just hoped it wasn’t a mistake. But it was all right; she could have played it off as a joke if she had.

But as Jordyn fell back against her pillows, she wasn’t laughing. She hadn’t admitted her crush on Casey to anyone, barely even herself, but if there was a chance she felt the same way... Suddenly, she was happy that they weren’t at the Intercontinental with everyone else. Breakfast alone sounded like the perfect way to get to the bottom of this.

When Casey emerged from the bathroom, Jordyn grabbed her hand. “Hey, can I treat you to breakfast?”

“I don’t know,” Casey said, her heart racing. “If you do, would you consider it our first date?”

The smiles on each other’s faces quickly put the two women at ease.

“Hmmm,” Jordyn hummed. “I suppose it could be... if they have freshly squeezed orange juice. Because I’d only take you to a classy establishment for our first date.”

“All right,” Casey winked, shocking Jordyn when she reached over and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Then let’s hope it does.”

Now it was Jordyn’s turn to rush into the bathroom and close the door behind her as her breath quickened. This was really happening! She took out her phone and began a search... there was no way she was taking any chances...

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately

[purplemarshal]

Pretty Boy

Bruv, I am sleeping over at a friends house tonight, and I pulled this out of my ass. Legit 967 words, the last one was over 700 and I told myself that I didn't want to go more than that but here we are.

T.W. Angst , swearing, and Scream.

Donnie P.O.V.

As the night drew on, my family gradually retreated to their rooms. Starting with Splinter, we don’t know when he left, but he did. Next was Leo, she was worried about how everyone would act tomorrow and convinced Mikey to also go around 10pm. Raph stayed until 12ish.

Leaving me with the one and only Casey Jones.

The only light in the lair was the T.V. playing some horror movie that we had seen several times already, in all honesty I think that Casey fell asleep awhile ago from how still and quiet he was. 

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? You wanna ask me out?”

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

I sigh, no matter how many times I see this movie I can’t get over the fact that she lied about not having a boyfriend and then he got killed like, instantly.

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.”

“What did you say?”

“I want to know who I'm talking to.”

“That's not what you said.”

“What do you think I said?” 

Click.

The room turned pitch black as the only source of light went out, so did the sounds of the 1996 horror movie, leaving me with the dripping water and sounds of cars above ground. 

“Casey?” I whispered harshly only to get a small “hm” in response.

“Dumb ass, get up, I think someone cut the power or something.” I nudged the lump of blankets as I stood up, my knees popping from sitting on the floor for so long. Casey however didn’t make any attempts to move. 

So I figured that it would be alright if I took things into my own hands, literally picking him up and placing him in front of me. Only for him to hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Dee?” He muttered, sleep still apparent in his voice. “Wait, why is it so dark?”

I heard him shuffle from his blankets that stayed on top of him even on the floor. 

“Something happened to the power.” I explained as Casey stood up fully, “we need to find out what’s up with it.”

The human snickered, “got too scared to go alone huh Don? Needed big ol’ Casey Jones to help ya?” 

He reached his arm forward a few times before it made contact with me, when it did he pulled the rest of himself to close the gap, leaning most of his weight on me. His hands were soft. How did he keep his hands so soft? He went on patrol and trained with us while still juggling hockey and basically caring for his little sister.

“Riiight.” I said sarcastically. I had forgotten how he asks when tired, extra. Extra everything. “Let’s get to my lab, then we should be able to see what’s up.” I started walking with my muscle memory guiding the two of us to the place that I spent most of my time.

The door slightly creaked as I pushed it open, I smiled at the familiar smell of my lab. Luckily some of my projects offered an ethereal light to the room and its belongings. Not so luckily however, there was a thin layer of smoke that surrounded the desk with all of my chemicals.

“Sorry Casey, I’ve been working on this project for a few days and-” I looked at the limp boy still wrapped around me. “-And you're asleep. Wonderful. Idiot.” I whispered as I set him down in one of my spare chairs before walking away to go to the breaker.

A few minutes passed with me trying to figure out what was going on before the almost silence was broken.

“Do you really mean it?” Casey’s voice was still exhausted, but now there was something else in it. It sounded raw and harsh, but there was still something softer than normal. 

“Idiot, you will have to be more specific.”

“That.” His voice broke. “Do you really think that I’m an idiot?”

I looked in his direction, his face looked softer through the smoke even if it was now red and his eyes were puffy.

“Jones.”

“I don’t mean it whenever I say it, you're really smart and strong and, and-” His voice broke as the unwelcomed tears started flowing. “Do you remember what I said the other day?” A sniff. “During patrol?” He sounded hopeless, told you he was extra when he was tired.

I took a deep breath as I walked closer but stopped to take a sip of coffee that I had left out earlier, it was cold now but still tasted good enough. 

“Casey, I think you should go back to sleep.”

“Donnie.” He begged.

My body moved on its own and pulled him into a hug, of which he accepted immediately, holding me tight and stuffing his face into the crook of my neck as he continued to cry. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know what I was doing.

The teen kept crying as I started to run my fingers through his hair, but slowed down as I started the sing. I knew he liked the song but I didn't have the words memorized so I mainly mumbled it. 

Leo used to do this for me, but lately she didn’t have the time.  

His breathing slowed and I realized he had fallen back asleep. I wanted to get off of the chair to leave him alone but his arms remained tight on me. So, rather than bothering Casey I opted to stay with him, for his comfort of course! Not because he was warm, and I didn’t have enough strength to get up. Of course not.

God, I hate Pretty boys.

Like I said, I pulled this out of my ass at 10pm last night, my laptop was like 9% and we were watching Be Cool Scooby Doo. Still hope you enjoyed it, there will be even spookier chapters soon. Excpect a short chapter next though.

[sserpente]

LOKI EPISODES 4 and 5, HOLY SHIT!

Let me tell you, this past week was insane! I did manage to watch Episode 4 last week but pretty much fell asleep straight after so I completely missed writing about Episode 4!

So let's talk about that one first before I lose my absolute shit at Episode 5!

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

So then... it is finally revealed that Ravonna had something to do with Kang before. I can't say I'm too surprised. And of course she would just kill a bunch of people to get her way.

Quite interesting how she pretended Loki was the villain this whole time when it's actually her. And don't even get me started on Brad!

I have a feeling we're gonna have a big confrontation in the final episode... but I'm getting ahead of myself--I am way too hyped now after Episode 5.

Now, I have to say, Episode 4 didn't have an awful lot of Loki in it, haha! But hells, did Episode 5 make up for that... DAMN!

The cliffhanger was something else. Obviously, the suspense wasn't one of "oh no, they're doomed and everyone's dead now" but rather "oh shit, how are they going to fix THAT?!"

Good thing it wasn't Loki who went out there... so much for spaghettification. So with that... let's move on to Episode 5 so I can lose my absolute shit!

The very moment O.B. mentioned that Loki might be able to control time slipping I was like 👀. I had a feeling where this was going but... patience, patience, patience.

I swear my poor heartbroken God of Mischief... the fact the timelines were all just evaporating was honestly scary. I mean, imagine your reality is falling apart and there is NOTHING left. NOTHING. And there's nowhere for you to go.

I thought it was convenient that Loki would show up in his friends' timelines until I realised there was a reason for that. Speaking of which... B15 was a doctor, aw! And Mobius finally has his Jetskis! And two sons?! GODS! I hope that they'll be able to combine their TVA life and their timeline life. There's gotta be a way, right?

But to be fair... Casey didn't wanna go back to prison (did you hear him say "they're gonna gut us like fish" I was cackling), Mobius loves jetskis but doesn't seem to be 100% fulfilled with this job... O.B. is a writer who's trying to make it (I felt that) and I guess... you could say B15 has great purpose as a doctor but still! So... I'm still with Loki, they did have a purpose at the TVA and it should be their choice.

I totally love the conversation between Loki and Sylvie here and the fact that she admitted that she's selfish. Is Loki selfish too? Yes and no. Yes, he wants his friends back. But why? Because he CARES about them. And because he knows that most of them aren't actually as happy as they should be in their timelines. Also, naturally, if he doesn't fix this, then all of reality will evaporate so his argument is quite valid.

I swear when he said "where do I belong then"... I was SO DAMN CLOSE TO TEARS. I just wanted to HUG him so bad! Because it's true, isn't it? Loki has no timeline to go back to. He can't just show up in Asgard and pretend like nothing ever happened. But a life like the one Sylvie thinks she's happy with, working at McDonald's? That's not it for Loki, we all know that! I swear... by the end of Season 2 it will be official that he found his glorious purpose!

I mean... just the fact that he was willing to give it all up alone... to let Mobius and everyone else go back to their timelines... NO ONE DARE SAY HE IS A VILLAIN EVER AGAIN, OUR PRECIOUS BABY!

I know I said we don't need Loki to be a self-righteous hero and we don't but the character development in this episode, the reflection of what's been going on with him... SO DAMN GOOD! It's proof that Loki has a good heart, honestly! I mean... we knew that already, it's not the first time we saw it on display but still... awww!

So what's next? Loki, the lord of time... I mean, I'm sorry... did he just become the most powerful being in the MCU?! JUSTICE FOR LOKI AT LAST! I WAS SCREAMING LET ME TELL YOU!

I was hoping for something like that so bad and now here we are! With how things are working out right now, I have a feeling it won't be long until Loki is back in the main MCU timeline and the ultimate force in the final battle against Kang!

[clumsiestgiantess]

The fourth and last part of the Miniature Cabin series!  This thing started out as a random silly idea, look how far it’s come!

I woke up feeling cold, but only one leg is cold.  Blearily, my vision cleared.  A bag of ice rests around my right leg.  Moving to sit up, I flinch at the pain in my arm.  It’s not nearly as bad as before.  I hold it out in front of me to examine.  My forearm’s been carefully wrapped in a bandage that looks a little too big on me.  A very small spot of blood had seeped through the stretchy material.  A door opened beyond my view and I tensed, expecting Casey to saunter in and scold me for disappearing.  However, it’s a much friendlier face that soon fills my vision.  “Rey?” I whisper, voice groggy.  His worried look softens, and he sits down on the bed beside me.

One look around the room and I realize we’re in a hotel.  I’d been placed on a nightstand while I was unconscious.  Gingerly, Rey bent down and nudged the ice pack over, revealing my much less swollen leg.  “Dani, I.. I'm so happy you’re alright.  You scared me yesterday; I wasn’t sure what even happened.”  “Yesterday?” I ask, glancing through the window.  It was too far away for me to see anything but the sky and the tops of trees.  “Is that how long I’ve been asleep?”  Rey nodded.  “I- I thought you were dead.  Twice!  The police…  They told me you and the cabin you wanted to sell were missing!  They asked me if I knew where you were, but once I told them I haven't talked to you in over a year, they left before telling me anything else.  How are you here?  What are you doing here?  Why are you.. so small?”

His last few words came out in a light exhale, gently reaching out to stroke the side of my uninjured arm.  I shuddered at his touch, but in a good way.  My brain finally seemed to process that I’m safe now, and I relished the feeling.  “It’s a long story,” I told him once he drew his hand back.  “How are you here, though?”  Rey gestured to the empty bed beside him.  “I’m on vacation with a friend, but he had to go back early.  Something to do with his work.  Luckily he convinced me to stay instead of going back early with him.”  I nodded vehemently.  

“So, I guess you have time for the whole story, then?”  He nodded at me to continue, and I told him everything.  I told him my theories about the cabin and my uncle; I told him how careless Casey was with me; I even told him about how frightened and helpless I felt being trapped so tiny.

“Do you.. still feel that way?”  “Hmm?”  Do you still feel that insignificant?” Rey asked me gently.  I took a long breath and held it before letting it out with a sigh.  “Yeah.  It's…  It isn’t fun.  I really could’ve died on that boardwalk if you weren’t there by chance to save me.  Even then — you almost stepped on me.”  A horrified look briefly dashed across his face before it fell back into concern.  “I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t see you, but I heard you and-“  “It’s alright,” I stopped him, “There’s no way you could’ve known I’d be practically beneath you.”  Rey nodded slowly, “So.. Do you think there’s any way to get you back to your real size?”

“I…  I really hope so.”  Rey slid off the side of the bed and knelt in front of me.  His gigantic worried face filled my entire view.  I waited hopefully as his hand came close, but he brought it back to his chest at the last second.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be this close to you, should I?  I- I don’t want you to see me as another version of your captor.  I’m your friend; you know me, even if it’s been a while.  I don’t want to scare you.”  “I do know you,” I said, leaning forward with my good arm outstretched.  “Please, I just.. I need someone I can trust right now.”  I surprised even myself with how desperate I sounded.

“Please,” I repeated with a steadier voice.  Hesitation was still ingrained in his features, but his hand slid gently closer until his fingers were tucked around me.  In a moment, I was lifted over the edge of the bedside table and brought up to his chest.  Wary of my leg, Rey managed to keep me held close.  I nearly started crying.  I still feel small pressed against him, his heart loudly thundering along beneath his skin, but this is by far the safest I’ve felt in a very long time.  “It’ll be ok,” Rey’s voice rumbled softly from above.  “You don’t have to worry about feeling out of place anymore, or- or being starved anymore.  I’m taking you home.  We can go right now if you want.”  Home.  I’m going home!  Yesterday it seemed so unobtainable; now I can be there tomorrow if I want.  And trust me, I do want.  Like, a LOT.  But I can barely put weight on my leg.  The thought of going out again right now scares me.

“Tomorrow,” I told him as he held me out in front of his face.  “I want to heal up a bit first.”  Rey nodded, “Is there anything else you need?”  With him here, I don’t need a single thing, but I didn’t tell him that.  I just shook my head.  He sat me back down and re-bandaged my arm.  My cut looks awful, but there really isn’t much I can do.  I wouldn’t dare go to a hospital.  If I don’t even have the courage to go to the one place I want to be, there’s no way I’ll be brave enough to go to some random building and be poked and prodded by doctors the size of skyscrapers.  Hell no.  Rey seems to know what he’s doing.  I trust him, and that’s plenty.  We ordered in and watched a bit of hotel tv before calling it a night.

“Here you are,” Rey said, laying out a face towel on the tabletop beside me.  “This’ll have to do as a bed for now.”  I obediently tucked myself in, but as I watched his larger-than-life form slip under the covers, I got a devious idea.  “Reyyy!”  I worked up my best whine.  “This towel is too scratchy!”  He sighed and rolled over to face me.  “Is it?” his tired voice replied.  “What would you rather sleep on instead?”  I pretended to think for a moment.  “Can I sleep on a pillow?”  “Like on the table?”  “No!  I’d fall off!  Like in the bed, with.. you?”  The room was quiet for a split second.  “Oh, you don’t have to share it with me!  We have two beds.”  Damnit, I forgot about that.  I was transferred from the table to the other empty bed.  Although my plan is ruined, this pillow is actually really soft.  It’s not what I wanted, but it’s definitely better than what I had.

I think that was the soundest I’d ever slept.  At last my mind is at ease.  I can’t remember the last time there wasn’t something eating away at me from the back of my brain.  Over the course of the following morning, I continued being sneaky.  I decided to start the day by letting Rey believe my leg was still too painful to walk on.  Of course it still hurts awfully, but I can manage getting around if I really have to.  Still, it’s much funner to let Rey carry me places.  He wouldn’t dare say no to tiny helpless me.  Finally, I found an advantage with my new height.  God, things would’ve been so much easier if I’d been shrunk with someone I knew.  Then I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.  I probably wouldn’t even realize there are things I should be worried about.

The first few times I had him move me around, Rey was a bit reluctant.  My story from the day before about being so awfully mishandled must’ve got to him.  However, he became more at ease with the idea as the day went on.  By lunchtime he was sitting on the bed booking an early return flight, with me lounging across his pillow right beside him.  The scale made things a bit overwhelming, but it also made me giddy.  I’m so close to him!  Sure I’ve probably sat closer to him than this at my actual height, but being small makes everything seem that much more impossible.  The fact that I’m this close is-  “Dani, should we book this flight here and leave now?  Or should I try to get a later one?  I know your leg still hurts; should we wait a bit?”  He’s so sweet! I’m glad that hasn’t changed since the day I met him. I feel bad for lying to him, though.  

“My leg is actually feeling a bit better,” I told Rey offhandedly, hoping he wouldn’t be too confused as to why I had him bring me around.  “It is?”  Shifting himself so he was facing me, I exhaled happily as he brushed a finger lightly down my leg.  His gaze drifted up and held mine.  He was searching for something, and I tried to look innocent.  “So, should I book the earlier flight?  If we take the later one, we’ll probably have to sleep on the plane.”  Sleep on the plane, huh?  There’s not even a bed on the plane, much less a spare one for me.  “No, do the later one.  I’m still a bit nervous about going outside.  There’ll be less people then.”  That part I can’t be guilty about.  I genuinely am scared of being around so many people at that airport.  

“Alright, we’ll take the later one.”  He finished booking the flight.  “But I should still get to packing, anyways.”  I let him do his thing while I watched more tv from the bed.  It was playing some wildlife show where a ranger was catching people illegally hunting in protected woods.  I was so entertained by it, I didn’t even look up once Rey was finished packing.  That was until he sat next to me.  It’s so nice not having to fear someone who can obviously overpower me.  I cautiously made my way to his side and lay with my back resting on the side of his leg.  At his low chuckle, I glanced all the way up to find him smiling down at me.  I swear my face grew bright pink.  

“You ready for the big trip?”  “I think so,” I replied.  “Do you have a plan for sneaking me in?”  Rey nodded, sitting up slowly to allow me time to get off.  “I’ll wear these,” he held up a pair of baggy sweatpants with large pockets.  “You should fit in here, right?”  “I don’t know, why don’t you put them on and we’ll find out?”  I foolishly hoped he’d exchange his shorts for the sweatpants right then and there, but he took everything into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.  Another plan foiled.  

When he did come back, he came over and stood beside the bed, leaning down at an awkward angle so the opening of his pocket was even with the edge of the bed.  I made my way to the side and peered down into the dark before glancing back up at him.  “I’ll fit, but I won’t like it.”  “I’m sorry I have to sneak you around this way, but-”  “I know, I know; trust me, I’d much rather be hidden than stay out in the open.”  Before I knew it, it was time to go.  I tried sliding in, but it only ended up hurting my leg, which landed painfully on the seam of the pocket.  Rey’s hand dove in after me as I yelped and hoisted me up just slightly until I could settle my leg in a more comfortable position.

Anxiety prickled in my chest as he stepped out of the hotel room.  Rey assured me the pocket didn’t look strange from the outside, but I was still worried someone might catch me shifting around.  The feeling worsened to an almost painful level when we arrived at the airport.  It was so loud, and Rey was constantly on the move, jostling me this way and that.  By the time we got to customs, I felt a panic attack springing on me.  Thankfully, Rey must’ve noticed something was wrong, because in a moment his hand slid down from above.  Gigantic fingers laced around me, and his thumb gently rubbed circles into my back.  I took a few long breaths then leaned into his touch.  It was like the opposite of Casey’s.  Their touch was the cause of my panic attacks.  Rey’s is the cure.

He had to take his hand away for a bit to get everything sorted out outside.  There was a brief moment where I feared the scanning machines would somehow detect me being snuck in, and I lay as flat as I could to be sure the pocket looked empty.  But I realized shortly afterward that they were searching for metal and other dangerous substances, not another living thing.  The moment we were out of the TSA line, his hand slid back in.  I wasn’t as scared as before, but I don’t think Rey’s even doing it for me anymore.  His touch seems more absent-minded than the more purposeful way he’d calmed me down earlier.  The pads of his fingers traced down my good arm before slowly expanding to other places.  My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as his touch wandered the rest of me.  It slid down my legs, across my stomach…  Gently, he fiddled around with each of my limbs, finding each joint and rolling it carefully between two fingers.  

After messing with my unhurt ankle, his finger traced the inside of my leg.  I shuddered, but he was too preoccupied with whatever was going on outside to even notice.  Slowly it drifted higher and higher, up my thigh and then…  I gasped as his finger slipped right over my crotch.  It was light and distracted, searching me just like this was any other spot.  I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.  He pinched my abdomen between his fingers and stroked it for a bit.  My breaths came out in small huffs.  Does he even know what he’s doing to me?  Not that I mind it, but still.

Eventually his fingers wandered elsewhere, sliding higher to fidget with my arm instead.  My heartbeat only calmed down almost fifteen minutes later.  Moments after finally coming to a stop, Rey’s hand slid out of the pocket in a sudden jolt.  He had just sat down, and probably realized that he’d been messing with me.  The next thing I knew, he was peering down at me from high above, pulling the pocket open slightly.  “Are you ok?  I- I didn’t know I was doing that!  I’m so sorry!  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”  He held his voice at a whisper so he wouldn’t attract attention, and his concerned expression confirmed that he really hadn’t intended for any of that, nor did he know what was happening, which left me with a weird mixture of relief and remorse.  “I’m alright!” I whisper-yelled back to him, “It was- It was comforting.  Definitely.. umm…  took my mind off things.”

Rey took my answer at that and let the pocket fall closed again.  For the rest of the hour, I sat there alone.  Though it’s certainly embarrassing as hell, I kinda want his wandering touch on me again.  It certainly is distracting me from my anxiety.  The plane boarded and Rey got up again.  After a few minutes, I purposely shuffled myself around a bit.  Sure enough, his hand slid back down.  It was much less absent this time, though.  Nevertheless, I settled over his hand as he held still in slight surprise.  While he waited to board, I busied myself with folding each of his fingers around me until I was so giddy I could’ve screamed.  Unfortunately, Rey did need his hand back.  But just before buckling in, he bent down like he was getting something and whispered to me.  “You uhh, you really like having my hand in there with you?”  I nodded eagerly, knowing he could feel it against himself.  “Will you be alright if I go back to.. to uhh…”  “To using me as a fidget toy?” I asked happily, “Yes, please!”  

Rey let out a startled laugh which he quickly covered with a small cough.  “It’s just, I usually have something small to fidget with in my pocket anyways, so I- I hope you don’t mind that the small thing is you today.”  I do not mind at all.  I felt higher than the plane as his fingers slid up and down the sides of my body, and as the ride continued, we created a small game where I’d try to fight down the wriggling digits around me.  Dinner came and we had to stop.  I had a few mini pretzels from a free bag from the concessions, though they were normal pretzel-sized to me.

The plane fell into silence as the world outside grew darker.  When Rey’s hand came for me again, I was carefully hoisted out of his pocket.  I glanced around worriedly, fearful that someone would see me, but Rey guided my gaze away from the aisle.  “It’s alright, everyone’s asleep.  I’ll put you back if you want, but look!”  He slid the cover over the window upwards a bit, revealing the beautiful view.  It was like the sky had melted onto the ground.  The stars above were mimicked by shining lights below.  A large city stretched out near the horizon — a cluster of thousands of tiny lights scattered over hundreds of miles.

“Woah!”  I haven’t been on a plane in five years at the least.  Even fewer times have I been on one in the dark.  Slowly, I was lowered to the armrest so I could watch the view without keeping Rey’s hand in the air.  It must’ve been a good twenty minutes before I managed to tear my gaze from the window.  When I did turn around, I found him fast asleep.  My heart melted a little bit, and I smiled to myself, gently lowering my feet to the seat cushion below.  Rey was wearing an unzipped hoodie as a blanket, and I held on to it as I made my way across the seat.  I doubt I can wake him up without attracting attention to myself, so instead I slid beneath the fabric of his hoodie, crawling carefully forward until I reached his leg.  From there I walked to the back of the seat and curled up at his side.  The AC on the plane was chilly, but it was easily shut out by the warmth radiating from his skin.

If only we were this close at my normal height.  I just kinda.. gave up after he told me his feelings for me weren’t the same as mine.  I’d sorta shut him out, angry that I couldn’t have the relationship I wanted with him.  I’ve gotten over it now; I understand that being mad isn’t making anything better, for me or him.  Sometimes I’d think about calling or texting him to tell him I’m sorry about how I took things.  But I’d always chicken out at the last second, believing he wouldn’t want to talk to me after how I left.  We never saw eachother much in person, either.  Both of us had entirely different classes throughout college.  Though every time I happened to see him walking by, my brain and heart would scream.

Being with him again is like the time I first lent him a pencil in class.  That little moment led to our close friendship.  What would all of this lead to?  I shuddered remembering what it had led me to, and I leaned closer into Rey’s side.  My life isn’t fixed, but it isn’t hell anymore, either.  Everything’s at a weird little in-between, and I’m not sure what to do.  Rey can’t just drop me off at home; I know by now that I need help with a few different things to get by, which means I’ll have to live with someone.  I’m hoping he’ll take me in until I figure out how to get myself back to normal, but I don’t want him to think of me as a burden or a charity case.  If he lets me stay, I want it to be because he cares about me, not because I…  Well, I’m kinda screwed without him.

There has to be a way to convince him.  I guess I have friends who might take me, but I have no idea how they’ll react to me the way I am now.  Anyone could end up being like Casey.  They seemed willing to help me at first, but they proved that it takes quite a bit of effort to actually live up to the things I expect from them, even if it’s just human decency.  That’s why I have to convince Rey.  I need to find a goal — an incentive to keep him from falling out of willingness to help me like Casey had.  The white noise of the plane’s engines was slowly dragging me into sleep, but I managed to come up with a half-baked plan before slipping into a dream.

I was on the boardwalk, my own height.  The stand with those little glass creatures was right in front of me.  However, the moment I reached for them, I shrank down to the ground.  Feet began stomping at me like I was vermin, and I tried to hide beneath the stand, but it disappeared strangely from my dream.  I ran and dodged, but before long, something fell on me.  My right leg, the one I’d hurt before, was caught beneath someone’s shoe.  I shrieked, thrashing around as pain shot through my nerves like lightning.  The agonizing feeling was only getting worse!  How long are they going to step on me for!?

Jolting awake, I clawed at my leg, which was pinched between two giant fingers.  I panicked, staring terrified up at Rey, who had me in his grip.  “It’s.. I- I was just…”  His voice tapered off as his hand gently untangled my hurt leg from the fabric of his hoodie.  “Please don’t look at me like that.”  Oh.  He isn’t hurting me.  “Your leg was twisted in my hoodie, and you kept squirming.  I didn’t mean to scare you.”  I nodded slightly, finally calming down from my dream.  It was still early morning, but I didn’t feel like going back to sleep.  “It’s alright, I was scared of the dream, not you.”  That was only a partial lie.  

“Here,” Rey cautiously slid a hand beneath me and lifted me up to his neck, hiding me in the fold of his hood.  “Talk to me.  About whatever you want.  It helps with forgetting nightmares.”  How could I have ever believed Rey was trying to hurt me?  I pulled the fabric closer around me, and delved into the plot of the rom-com I’m currently invested in.  Rey tried his best to look interested.  Within a few hours, I had to be hidden away in his pocket again.  I don’t mind it.  He kept his fingers away from me this time, but I asked him to.  My leg hurts worse now that I’ve accidentally twisted it.  Since there isn’t a dosage of pain medication made for someone as small as me, I have to grit my teeth and bear through it until I can get some ice to put on it.

The plane landed seven hours after it took off, and I’m glad to get out of there.  I really have to use the bathroom.  Using it on the plane was out of the question.  Turbulence could send me flying at any given moment.  Using it at the airport was also seemingly impossible, but the wait for Rey’s luggage is taking way too long, and then there’s the whole drive home.  “Rey!” I called as subtly as I could.  After I got his attention, I sheepishly explained my situation.  He seemed embarrassed for a moment, then nodded.  I couldn’t tell what was happening, but I was really starting to worry that I might not make it.  Finally, Rey fished me out of his pocket.  We were in a large stall made for people who are handicapped, but I can consider myself rather handicapped at the moment, too.  The stall had its own mirror and sink inside of it, which Rey set me down in.  

“Just.. go in there.”  His face was slowly becoming noticeably redder.  “I’ll, uhh, I’ll face the other way.”  He tore off a small piece of toilet paper, handed it to me, and backed away.  This is fucking humiliating, but it’s better than what I thought I would get.  With all that taken care of, Rey returned me to his pocket, and we made our way outside.  He called a pickup service to take us home, so I continued to hide.  However, the moment Rey opened his door, I squirmed in his pocket, restless after being hidden for so long.  I was deposited gently on a coffee table, and Rey lay back on the couch in front of it with a relieved sigh.  The rest of the day, he fixed a place for me to sit and ice my leg.  But his face grew serious after that, and he sat down heavily.  I knew he was probably going to ask me about where I wanted to stay now that he’d taken me closer to home, so I stopped him before he could.

“I’ve been thinking,” I began, “The cabin is what shrank me.  Did you say the cabin disappeared with me?  Like, it’s gone?”  Rey nodded, pulling out his phone.  “Yeah, see?  I found these pictures.”  Oh, a phone!  I haven’t thought about that in a while.  Mine is still in Casey’s apartment somewhere, with only a bit of emergency power left to call someone in case I ever needed to.  It’s gone now, I guess.  I’m never going back there as long as I live.

I stared at the screen, which is television-sized compared to me.  The place is undoubtedly the land where the cabin stood, but an uncanny empty space opened up instead — a clearing in the middle of the woods with no visible purpose.  The only way you could tell there had been something there at all was by the area of fresh dirt that perfectly outlined the foundation of the cabin.  “Woah.”  “I know, right?  It’s scary.  Especially when you know the person who lived there.”  

I glanced up at his face, he was looking me over with a concern-filled expression, but tried to cover it after a few moments.  “I’m alright, though,” I assured him, “I mean, I’m not great, but I’m still here!  Barely.”  Rey’s hand drifted to my side, sliding my hand carefully into his palm.  He squeezed it gently, almost to reassure himself, as well as me, that I’m still here — still myself — even though I’m not nearly what I used to be.  God, my normal life seems like such a long time ago.  “I want to go back.”  My voice sounded close to tears.  I cleared my throat before continuing.  “I want to go back to where the cabin was.  Maybe.. I don’t know..  There has to be some way to get me back to normal, right?”  Rey kept quiet.  I turned to him, and his gaze fell off me.  “Y- Yeah.”  Taking a shuddering breath, I spoke again.  “The smaller cabin is destroyed.  It’s useless now.  The only other place I can think of that can fix me is there, where the real one was.”  

Rey nodded thoughtfully, slipping his hand away from mine so he could lean back on the couch.  “If you think it’ll help, I’ll take you.  Let’s just wait for tomorrow, alright?”  He’s putting it off?  Why’s he putting it off?  Casey would always do that to me.  ‘Wait until tomorrow’ really meant ‘I don’t feel like doing that’.  Ask about it enough times, and you get in trouble.  Rey must’ve caught my growing downcast expression.  “Hey, I’m all for it, I swear,” he told me softly, “We’ll even leave early if you want.  I’m jet-lagged out right now, and I think both of us could use some actual sleep, but we will go and figure this out, alright?”  A shuddering sigh of relief rushed from my lungs; I gave Rey a grateful smile.  “Thank you.”  Tears threatened me again, but I forced them down.  

Feather-light touch danced around me as I was scooped up onto his palm. He held me near his neck, offering me a hug as best he could without crushing me.  I returned it by reaching around him as far as I could.  It’s still not much, but it’s the thought that counts, right?  The best thing happened moments afterwards, when Rey walked into the bedroom and stopped.  I snickered quietly, glancing back at the one bed.  “I’ll.. uhh.. take the couch.”  “No!” I yelped without thinking.  My heart sped up as Rey held me out in front of him with bewilderment.  “I- I want you in the room.  What if I need something?”  Thankfully I can come up with convincing lies, but I do genuinely need him within earshot, just in case.  “Then I’ll take the floor.  You have the bed.”  

I sulked on the mattress as Rey stole a blanket and pillow for the ground.  He kept glancing at me the entire time, then sighed, dropping everything he’d just gathered.  “You want me to sleep in bed with you?”  Nervously, I glanced his way and gave an almost imperceptible nod.  He chuckled, “You’ve been wanting it ever since the first night, haven’t you?”  I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and I nodded again — firmly this time.  “I wasn’t sure what to do, I mean..  I- I roll around a lot in my sleep; I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”  “I don’t mind,” I offered, stepping a bit closer.  “I’ll sleep on a separate pillow.”  “Wow, a whole separate pillow?” he mocked with a smile, remaking the bed around me.  In a moment, Rey fell onto the mattress beside me, making it buckle beneath my feet.  I yelped as I toppled to the ground, my hurt leg beginning to throb again.  

“Ow!” I grumbled with a small scowl.  “Oh shit, I’m sorry Daniella!  I didn’t mean to hurt you!”  He looked down at me, immediately concerned again.  “This isn’t a good idea…”  I violently shook my head, scrambling to stand up.  “No, it is!  Just don’t jump into bed anymore and I’ll be fine!”  Rey gave me a half smile and patted the pillow beside him.  “Alright, come here.”  Eagerly, I clambered up to the soft surface, letting myself sink pleasantly in.  We both lay there for a while, but something was still on my mind, preventing me from sleep.  “Rey?”  He shifted beneath the covers.  “Yes?”  Slowly, I rolled over on my side to face him.  He was already leaning over, waiting for me to speak.  “Why wouldn’t you do this before I shrunk?  I wanted to be- want to be with you.”  The dead dark silence that came after was almost frightening, but I waited tensely for an answer.  

“I…  you.. you still love me?”  I sat up, my stomach twisting into knots inside me.  “Yes?” I replied weakly.  “I- I thought you moved on!  You stopped talking to me after a while.  I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.  Honestly I have no clue why I turned you down, Daniella.  It’s entirely my fault; I don’t think I was ready to take on anything but school and work when you asked me, and once we stopped talking, I thought maybe you.. found someone else.”

My mouth started to go dry with how long I had it dropped open in shock.  “Wait, wait, I don’t-  You.. You love me, too?”  The covers rippled like white waves in front of me, then my pillow was hugged gently to Rey’s chest.  Gasping at our sudden closeness, I turned to look all the way up at him, which became harder to do the closer I got.  “I do love you; do you love me?”  My cheeks began hurting, that's how widely I smiled.  “Y- Yeah!”  Rey rested his head right beside me.  “And it’s not because I’m bigger and stronger, is it?”  I recoiled slightly with a surprised sneer.  “No!  Don’t be silly!  As long as you don’t just like me because I can fit in your hand.”  He shook his head the tiniest bit, bringing his face close enough that I could feel his breath on me.

“Trust me?”  “Of course.”  Gigantic gentle lips caressed the bottom of my face and neck.  Their subtle pressure made me squeal in delight.  Rey pulled away immediately after hearing it.  “Did- Did I hurt you?”  I didn’t bother answering.  Gripping his chin between both hands, I plastered as big a kiss as I could onto his lips, trying to make up for my small size.  Rey swept me up the moment I stepped back to breathe.  He cradled me right against his chest, moving my pillow out of the way with his other hand.  My eyes drooped after only a few minutes as I slowly succumbed to the intimacy and warmth of it all.

“Tomorrow I’m going to get you your height back.”  Rey’s voice rumbled around and through me like thunder.  “I won’t stop until I find a way to undo what’s been done to you.”  I clutched at the fabric of his shirt, drawing myself even closer.  I could barely speak the words ‘thank you’ before falling asleep with higher hopes than I’ve ever felt before.

End. -The Miniature Cabin

[starlightshadowsworld]

Imagine if my Casey raised by Shredder AU combined with my hc that Casey killed Shredder.

Because apparently I thrive on angst and this broke my fucking heart so here we are sharing this... Concept.

Where Shredder was mutated against his will.

Becoming Super Shredder.

Perhaps by the Krang or one of his underlings, maybe Tigerclaw because they felt he was too weak.

Because this Shredder has a heart.

He changed.

He grew.

He was a bad guy but he loved.

Oh he loved.

And the mutagen rips that man apart.

Turning him into a weapon.

A monster.

It takes everything in Casey not to scream.

This isn't his father.... It can't be.

The man who picked up his injured form.

And cradled him till he fell asleep in his arms.

The one who went to all his games no matter what else was going on.

This beast had killed Splinter.

This monster had hurt Karai.

This wasn't his father.

Who begrudgingly respected his brother.

And adored his sister and him with all he had.

... But it was his father.

And Casey knew deep down what had to be done.

And who had to do it.

He's never been more thankful for his mask.

Casey picked up Leo's fallen sword.

Twirling it, taking a deep breathe.

And lunged.

He'll replay this night for the rest of his life.

Ushering them away.

That if they were going to pay their final goodbyes it was now or never.

No one noticed how he stayed.

They didn't question why he stayed.

Lost in their own greif and shock.

"Thank you"

He's not sure who says it but goes silent.

Before approaching the body.

No one outside the foot knows Casey's relation to Shredder.

"I'm sorry..."

Casey barely registers that he's shaking.

That his knees have buckled underneath him.

And for once their is no one to catch him.

Eyes stare up at his.

Human.

Barely grasping onto him.

Barely grasping onto life.

"Do not cry my son"

"I'm sorry...I..."

A hand caresses his cheek.

Cold but gentle.

"I am so proud of you, Oroku Casey."

"Don't leave me..."

"I will never be gone, I will forever be in your heart."

"Please..."

"Goodbye, my son."

"... Goodbye, dad"

It's only when the rain begins to fall does Casey sob.

At some point another is holding him.

He looks up into the tear streaked eyes of his sister.

"I..."

Karai holds him tighter, taking his hand in hers.

Neither speak.

Their is nothing to say.

They couldn't save their father, not like how he saved them.

All they had was each other.

They buried him as per tradition.

But neither moved.

As if doing so would destroy them.

"Hey we're having a party, might as celebrate... But are you alright man?"

"Huh?"

"Case... You haven't said anything since you erm... Killed the Shredder."

"I... I'm fine.."

[8philip20hamilton4]

The Nightmare Phone of Screams

9th of November in 1982

10:16 PM

After watching Halloween, Casey Becker had fallen asleep on the couch. In her dream, she is faced to face with a man that has knives as fingers slowly making his way towards her. She immediately makes a run for it, causing the man to go after her with more speed. She runs out of her house, only to see her boyfriend dead, causing her to momentarily stop before pressing onwards despite the heartbreak. She is eventually tackled by the killer who caresses her cheek with a bladed finger, giving her a small cut before gutted in the stomach.

Casey screams & wakes up instantly due to her fright. She than looks around & than calms down. She is in her own home, & there was no such thing of a man having knives as fingers. The phone rings & she gets up & walking towards it. Since Steve never called her back earlier, she assumes this is him calling back now.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Steve's cousin."

"Oh, uh, hello. "

"Yeah, so, he fell asleep awhile ago & I was supposed to call you earlier but it slipped my mind, sorry about that."

"Oh, it's fine, though I wish Steve had called me back earlier himself."

"Yeah, Steve does what Steve does."

Casey laughs. "Yeah, that's true."

"You know, you're a good friend."

Casey blinks, confused as she thought that everyone in his family knew that she & him were dating before shrugging. "Thanks . . . I guess . . . "

"So, you got a boyfriend?"

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Why, are you trying to ask me out on a date or something-?"

"Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"You never told me your name."

Casey frowns, wondering why didn't this guy know her name yet. " . . . Why do you want to know my name?"

"I want to know who I'm looking at."

" . . . No thank you." Casey said before immediately ending the call.

She than immediately began to lock all doors & all windows. The phone rings again, causing Casey to tremble like a leaf in fear. She didn't want to answer the phone, not after the last one. She than hears a noise outside, only to see her boyfriend with a gash of blood on his head while being tied to a chair. He shook his head as a figure came up from behind with one hand latching onto his throat & the other holding a knife, pointing at the phone in her hand as it began to ring again.

Casey answers immediately while sobbing. "Please don't hurt my boyfriend, I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, how about we play a little trivia game? You answer these questions correctly, than you & your boyfriend get to live to see another day, get them wrong, & one of you dies! Or maybe I'll gut you both like a fish~"

"No please, I'll play your game."

"Good girl, now tell me, what's the name of the killer in Halloween?"

Casey was trying to calm herself down while letting out a few sniffles. "Michael Myers."

"Very good, come on now, Steve is counting on you."

More tears fell from Casey's eyes as she saw her boyfriend calling her name through the tape. "OK . . . What's the next question . . . ?"

"Who's the killer in Friday the 13th?"

Casey tried taking deep breaths but it didn't help the anxiety & desperation that she felt. "It's Jason! Jason I say!"

"Sorry, but you answered incorrectly."

"You're lying! It's Jason, I know it's Jason, I watched that movie like 20 motherf*cking times!"

"Than you should know it was Jason's mother was the original killer, Jason didn't even show up until the sequel! I'm afraid you have the wrong answer~"

"You . . . Tricked me . . ." Casey whispered in horror as she shook her head in denial of her falling for that trap.

"Lucky for you, there's still one more question left, poor little Steve, he won't be able to make it to this round's cut!"

Casey turns to see the patio lights flickered off. She hears her boyfriend scream in pain as the sound of flesh being pierced in the air. It was pure dead silence for about 30 seconds before the lights flickered on. There in the chair soon revealed the newly stabbed & gutted body of Steve Orth. She screamed in terror with the realization that her boyfriend was dead & the killer was no where to be seen.

"Now for your final question . . . Where am I?"

" . . . What . . . ?"

"Am I by the patio door, or the front door?"

"I can't . . ."

"So be it."

A chair soon crashed into the patio window as Casey shrieked before dropping the phone. She than ran to the kitchen & immediately grabbing a knife before running towards the front door. When opening it, she saw the killer right there & immediately was chased to her room, locking the door behind her. She climbs out of her window & runs in hopes of reaching safety. Unfortunately, the killer soon caught up to her, tackling her behind & knocking her head against the tree, causing her entire would to go black.

[katarena]

Raphael's Big Mistake, Part 10

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"...eeping at the moment, so please be quiet."

Taylor deliberately keeps her eyes closed.

"Now explain what he is doing here." Splinter doesn't sound very happy.

"We were telling April about our history when the Foot showed up." That's Donatello's voice. "And, well, then he showed up and started fighting them with us."

"He helped us, sensei," Leonardo says. "Then the Shredder arrived and we ran while we had the chance."

"What? Are you certain you were not followed?"

"Yes. Nobody knows where we are. We kept checking."

Splinter sighs with relief. "I see." His garment rustles slightly on the floor. "What is your name?"

"Casey Jones."

There's a brief moment of silence, as if Splinter is sizing Casey Jones up.

"Thank you for helping my sons. But now I fear you've been caught up in something dangerous - as have you, April."

"Guess that means she's not going home either, huh?" Casey's voice sounds both sad and accusatory. There's no need to ask who she is.

"It's too dangerous," Leo says. "The Foot probably knows where April lives; it's better if Taylor stays with us."

"Yeah, and does she have a say in that? We're here voluntarily; she isn't."

It's probably time to wake up now. Taylor stirs and blinks her eyes open; she sits up, wincing as her stomach twinges.

"Taylor!" April's hurrying towards her. She throws her arms around Taylor's shoulders and hugs her tightly. Taylor hugs back, gripping April's jacket. "Are you OK?"

Taylor doesn't know how to answer her.

"I am so, so sorry you got involved in this. I should have just gone and met them like they asked."

As the hug ends, Taylor says: "I still can't believe you're not crazy."

April laughs ruefully. "I don't blame you for thinking I was. I mean, looking back, I probably shouldn't have told my boss..."

"Shhh!" Taylor glances wildly towards the turtles, but they're not listening to the conversation. Raphael is there, and he's having a glare-off with Casey. Taylor's stomach swoops unpleasantly; she swallows and looks away again.

"But she didn't believe you, right?" she whispers.

April grimaces. "She fired me."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Suddenly she frowns. Why is she lying on blankets again? She fell asleep in that chair, she knows she did.

"...that you're not human is the only reason I'm not arresting you," Casey growls at the hulking behemoth.

Taylor frowns and sits further upright.

"What's that on Donatello's shell?"

[nights-flying-fox]

Deep (Purple) Thoughts (and Realizations)

Chapter 2: Big Brains Never Stop Thinking

Donnie can't sleep, because he can't stop thinking about the recordings. At least there is someone to comfort him, even if it's midnight.

AO3 Link <3 | chapter 1 | chapter 3 (tba)

 Sleep, before the invasion, had been an easy task. Something Donnie would look up to unless he lost himself in one of his projects. However, in the last months it had became much harder. He knew it wasn’t like that just for him. Leo had always been the insomniac of the family, but it had gotten worse for him. Raph and Mikey had nightmares often and would end up calling for a turtle pile most of the nights (Donnie would be grateful for them, one could ask to not sleep alone only so many times before losing his emotionless bad boy image). He also knew that April was having a hard time sleeping, and she most of the nights would stay for sleepovers. Heck, even Dad was having trouble. Donnie would have missed that if Leo hadn’t mentioned that a few weeks ago.

 Tonight was one of those days. April had come for a sleepover, and they were in the living room. They had brought their pillows and blankets like how they always did, made a pillow fort and watched movies till they fell asleep. Raph was snoring loudly in the middle, blankets all around him, with Mikey sleeping peacefully on his shell. Leo was laying next to Raph, hands reaching and holding his brother’s hand, had fallen asleep recently. April was lying between Raph and Donnie, she seemed to be sleeping as well. Which left Donnie the only one awake.

 He wouldn’t mind it if his thoughts wouldn’t be so tiring. 

 He was still thinking about the recordings. 

 Getting over the shock, and making sure Shelldon won’t secretly look into his recordings, Donnie finally had the time to think about that clearly. But the problem was that he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to forget it all. Every second of battle against Krang was a nightmare. And he wasn’t just talking about the hideous tentacles. He meant everything everything , from Raph’s corruption (aka Krangfication, as Casey Junior had mentioned) to Leo sacrificing himself ( that dum-dum how dare he do something so stupid and dangerous —). It didn’t help that he learned what would happen if they had failed. Just thinking about that and remembering everything that happened with Krang was enough to make Donnie feel sick. He definitely wasn’t ready to see the recordings.

 But he had to eventually, right? 

 Donnie huffed in frustration. His thoughts won’t let him rest tonight that was certain. He carefully got on his feet, being as quiet as possible to not wake up others. 

 “Donnie?”

 Ah, so much for not waking anyone up. Donnie looked to where April’s whisper came from. She squinted at him, “What are you up to?” April asked, a bit grumpy because she was still sleepy but caring and worried.

 After a brief second of considering, Donnie gestured to her to follow him into the kitchen. She did as they walked quietly and carefully there. While April opened the light and closed the door, Donnie approached the coffee machine. 

 “So? What’s bothering that big brain of yours?” April yawned.

 “Do I start alphabetically or—”

 “ Donnie .”

 “Yes, sorry.” He took a mug from the cabinet and filled it with hot coffee. “It is… Other than everything going on, something else. A new find.”

 April nodded, “That is why you’re awake after all.” Donnie was sure she had guessed that much, she knew him well. She knew all of them well, and she sure deserved her #1 Big Sister mug.

 Donnie leaned on the counter and took a deep breath, “April, remember when Leo told you about me recording everything?”

 She nodded again, “Your brothers had made a fuss about how much of everything you recorded and you had promised you’d stop. At least limit it.” She recalled.

 “I didn’t.” 

 “No surprise, but what has it to do with what’s going on?” She walked towards him.

 Donnie looked at her eyes. “April, I recorded everything back there .” 

 Her eyes widened with realization, “You mean the invasion?”

 Donnie nodded. “And not just that, I got it all recorded from everyone’s point of view! I know I never got into the details of how it worked, but along with the trackers I had to put cameras and microphones to make sure of your safety.” It didn’t matter that he had started doing that so he could know who stole his pizza slice, this was still very much true. 

 “I remember you talking about that— safety and tactics for future plans and in case failure.” April said, “Which you have a point, with how your tracker found Raph, and they would still be useful if CJ never came. You probably saved our lives more than a few times in another timeline.” She added, waking up more with every realization. 

 “Yes… yes I could. Oh pizza supreme in the sky…” Donnie shut his eyes. This was so much.

 “By the way, we still need to have another proper talk about privacy.” She said, which Donnie ignored as he tried to keep his thoughts in line. Everything was a mess, a mixture of stress and relief. The silence prompted April to ask, “Did you look at them?” 

 He opened his eyes, staring at the mug. “No. I am not sure I am ready, but at the same time I have to see them.” He huffed.

 “I get it.” She also got a mug of coffee for herself. “Have you told anyone else?” 

 “Only Shelldon knows, he was the one to bring it up.” 

 “You’ll have to tell them.”

 “I am aware.” Donnie groaned. “They won’t like it.”

 “Definitely.” April smiled slightly. “It will be the trackers situation all again, probably a bit worse.” 

 “ Groan , I will have to hear it all again from Raph.” Donnie was never a fan of Raph’s long rants of why he shouldn’t be doing something and shouldn’t be keeping such information to himself. They were the worst. He’d even consider eating pineapple pizza, it was that bad.

 “We can watch it beforehand together.” April offered. 

 Donnie smiled with a bit of relief, “If you’re okay with that, it would be good.” 

 April smiled and opened her arms, Donnie without any words placed the mug down and hugged her. He may not be a fan of hugs as much as Mikey, but he really needed one right now. He wanted to hide and disappear and get away from all the problems he has created with his own hands. A hug sounded the closest thing to that right now, other than locking himself in his lab and never getting out of there. 

 …The lab that he would have the easiest access to the recordings…  

 He broke the hug after a while. “We should go now.” He said. Donnie wasn’t sure if he would have the motivation to do so later. April nodded, and so they walked out of kitchen.

 The way to his lab was short. Donnie wished it would've been longer, as he began reconsidering his decision. 

  He was still working on the lab, rebuilding everything took a lot of time. It was his job to majorly rebuild the lair too, so he wasn’t able to work on his lab properly. So when they arrived, he wasn’t that surprised to find the door open. He didn’t have the time to fix the door, it still malfunctioned at times. This was probably one of them.

 Except it was not.

 Opening the lights, Donnie and April found Leo sitting lazily on the chair, looking at them. “I thought you’d never come!” He grinned.

 “Nardo? What the shell are you doing here?” Donnie asked, curious and equally irritated. 

 “You first.” Leo didn’t seem bothered at all.

 “This is literally my lab.” Donnie hissed.

 “And I am simply paying a visit.” 

 “I doubt it is just that.” Donnie crossed his arms, he was considering different ways of throwing him out of his lab. 

 April stepped forward before Donnie decided and took action. “Is it insomnia or something is on your mind?” She asked.

 “Why not both?” Leo shrugged as he got on his feet. 

 “Ah, why am I not surprised.” Donnie commented. “So what are you up to?”

 “Can’t a turtle hang around in his dearest twin’s lab with no reason at all?” Leo asked, a bit dramatically.

 “No. Not you.” Donnie answered with a glare.

 Donnie kept staring at Leo, who didn’t stop smirking at all. “Either you tell, or I’ll kick you out in the most ungracious way. I really wanted to try out my new defense systems.” Donnie smiled, maybe a bit evilly. He genuinely was considering the option.

 “Okay, okay, calm down you mad scientist.” Leo grinned.

 “So, what are you up to?” Donnie repeated his question from earlier.

 “Same as whatever you are up to.” He said, less happier. He still had that lazy posture but Donnie knew what Leo meant. 

 The softshell walked to the slider, glaring. “You eavesdropped?” 

 “To be fair I was wondering when you’d bring up the recordings.” 

 “You knew?” April asked. 

 “When the genius himself tells you he records everything, you don’t forget easily.” Leo said then glared at his twin, “Especially when you figure out this is how he uses blackmail against you.”

 “Trust me, I don’t need to watch my recordings to find blackmail against you.” Donnie glared back.

 “Alright, alright, cut it boys. You’ll wake someone up.” April stepped in between before the twins got further in their usual bickering. 

 As if on the cue, a yawn made them all turn and look at the door.

 “What is going on?” A very sleepy Mikey asked.

 Ah, great. At this rate, it was a matter of time this became a family meeting. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Donnie lied while he pushed Leo to the side and headed towards Mikey. “You can go back and rest, Angelo.”

 Mikey stared at him for a few seconds. “You are still terrible at lying, Donnie.”

 Donnie huffed, “ Ugh ! Fine, come and join our midnight meeting.” 

 The youngest rubbed his eyes, “What are you three doing here anyways?”

 Donnie looked away, his stress building up more and more with each passing minute. Thankfully Leo and April were ready to answer Mikey’s question.

 “Remember how Donnie recorded everything?” Leo made his way towards Mikey.

 “Uh, yes?”

 “He remembered that as well, so we were planning on checking them.” April continued. Then she pointed to Leo, “And this guy wanted to be included in the party.”

 “Hey now, I couldn’t miss that!” Leo grinned.

 Donnie wondered what was in his head, for certain Leo was up to something that he was so demanding to stay to see the recordings. There were many possible reasons for that, and yet Donnie couldn’t place a finger and come up with a proper explanation.

 Sadly, Mikey followed Leo’s steps on the situation. “And you were not even gonna tell me?” He exclaimed.

 Which in return the three shushed at him.

 “Sorry.” Mikey sheepishly smiled. Then he had a more serious face, “But really, you wanted to watch them alone?” 

 “It was a last minute decision.” April commented.

 “And none of you considered that maybe it would be better to share it with the whole family?” Mikey asked, genuinely. 

 Donnie kept looking away, and this time nobody said anything. Which left Mikey to do the talking again, “Guys, I know the invasion still hurts, but you don’t have to do it alone.”

 When Donnie dared to look at him, Mikey had an encouraging smile. “I don’t think you should go through that again.” Donnie explained.

 “I know you mean good, Dee, but I don’t think it is fair. Or else you’ll hear the same from me.”

 Donnie sighed, he knew when it came to such stuff he could never win against Mikey. Emotions and feelings, eww. “Fine, fine.”

 He wondered if Mikey also understood why Donnie preferred to watch them alone with April. Maybe if he had tried to explain, he’d understand. But he doubted Leo would let him. It didn’t work in his favors after all. Maybe Mikey would figure out what Leo was after too. This was another reason that made Donnie feel better about Mikey joining them.

 Leo cleared his throat, “Soooo, shall we?..” 

 “I’d think you’d be less excited about this.” Donnie said. Which to be honest, Leo’s eagerness was truly a surprise to him.

 “What, can’t I be a little curious about what I’d miss back there?”

 April looked at him with doubt, “Oh, you’re definitely up to something.”

 “Aw, come on guys!” Leo whined. He looked at Mikey with dramatic gesturing and pleading eyes. He said, “Tell them how wrong they are, please, I am getting all the wrong accusations here.”

 Mikey grinned, “That’s all your doing, Leo.”

 “Boo.”

 Donnie walked towards his computers and sat on his chair. He felt anxious again, with what possibly they’d see. 

 He heard April approach, “You okay?”

 Donnie shook his head. “This will be no fun.” 

 April squeezed his arm for support. Donnie was grateful.

 Then he noticed something. 

 Files Removed.

 Donnie froze with realization. He should’ve guessed that—

 As he typed to his computer to confirm his suspicions, he heard Mikey say “Shouldn’t we tell Raph?” 

 And once again, as if on the cue, they had a very sleepy turtle standing at the door:

 “Can’t I trust you to rest just for one single night ?”

[purpleturtle9000]

*slips a note under your door before bursting through anyways*

Hi sorry I’ll fix that in a minute but please how did each future turtle carry little baby Casey around how did they interact with Infant did any of them ever have to defend teeny tiny Casey during an attack (either Krang or sibling who wanted the baby but they weren’t Done wait your TURN dealers choice)

I assume the turtles did their best to celebrate Casey’s birthdays whenever they could, but is the reverse also true? Did Casey ever try to do something birthday related for the turts during the apocalypse?

Okay that’s all I got for now love you thank you I hope you have a FANTASTIC day *rehangs your door and puts a little star sticker on it*

*the note from earlier is actually a sticker sheet full of baby turtles*

STICKERS

the future turtles an Casey are near and dear to my heart <3

Angelo never had any intention of being a dad because he was busy trying to keep his family together and relatively sane. Fatherhood did not seem like something he could juggle on top of that (and it was obvious from the beginning Leonardo would fight him to the death anyway).

He did like being an uncle! Or aunt, as the day went. And his mystic magic let him entertain Casey easily - Angelo could replicate fireflies and Casey was absolutely entranced with them ever since he was a baby. Angelo could also float Casey around, which neither of them ever got tired of even when Casey was a teenager. Casey was, however, mildly disappointed that he did not have his own magic powers.

When Cass died, it was Angelo who was the only one who knew how to help Casey process his grief. It wasn't the best circumstances for them to bond further, but Casey appreciated every single time that Angelo would get up early or stay up late for him. Losing Angelo broke his heart, poor kid </3

Distractions were a dime a dozen for Angelo, so Casey got handed off to a family member fairly often. But if Angelo wasn't the one initiating the handoff, anyone trying to steal little Casey, was going to end up tied in a corner with mystic chains. He's protective, what can I say?

That also made him a very good protector from the Krang! He was the best at long-range protection, because of his mystic chains, and Casey always thought it was super cool how Angelo could do that. Personality was another bonus - out of all the turtles, Angelo was best at making dangerous situations seem less scary.

Leonardo was a dad from day one. He did not intend to be. Their first meeting is a drabble here. Casey's cape is the sling that Leonardo used to carry baby Jr around in! And Leonardo outlined the red stripes on Casey's mask so Casey could colour them in.

Jr was constantly running away from school, babysitters, etc, so he could go find His Dad and see what he was up to. This caused quite a few problems as he was constantly scaring the shit out of whoever was supposed to be watching him. Eventually they just assigned babysitting duties to Leonardo to skip all the problems.

Leonardo did not mind this at all. Despite their rough beginning, he adjusted to fatherhood easily, and he and Jr are bonded in the same way as Leonardo and Tello. When he lost his arm, he got full-time babysitting duty during recovery, and it helped him settle a little. Plus he got to cuddle Casey the whole time.

Trying to get Casey away from Leonardo was a dangerous business. It involved biting and even some blunt force trauma. Out of the whole entire resistance, Cass and Tello were the only ones who could do it safely. They tried a schedule but Leonardo had no respect for it (Angelo's words) so they just waited until Leonardo fell asleep and sneaked him away.

Were it not for Casey's loyalty to his mom (and eventually his mom's memory), he would have wanted a sword just like his dad. Since he was often found near Leonardo, and Leonardo was one of the best fighters in the resistance, Casey saw a lot of swordfighting! And the occasional twin fight, gotta settle sibling squabbles somehow.

Red would let Casey climb all over her like a jungle gym. As a kid, he was just small enough to fit between the top of her shell and her shoulders, and he would nap there while she was sitting and doing something. Every so often she'd forget he was up there and stand up and then have to catch him. He always thought it was funny and she always found it vaguely nerve-wracking.

Getting Casey away from Red was, technically, the hardest. Casey would climb up to sit on her shoulders and nobody else would be able to reach him up there. He found this extremely funny, especially when it came to Cass who's five-foot-nothing.

I've mentioned this before somewhere, but Red always knew she was going to be the first one to die. She's the family's protector, and that's what happens to protectors. So she let Casey get away with murder and doted on him 24/7 because she wanted him to remember her as a fun aunt.

And he does! When he remembers his aunt, he remembers some of the most fun times of his life, and he remembers always being held and feeling safe. Red couldn't be more delighted. He also remembers being in absolute awe of how Red could punch anything, and hoping he'd grow up to be that tall too (he's getting there).

Tello was Casey's third favourite family member after his parents. They let him do Science Things, which varied from explaining how that cool bug hunted prey, to making a ten-foot-tall baking soda volcano. Tello was always ready to set things on fire or blow them up, which immediately endeared them to a rambunctious little kid who also liked setting things on fire and blowing them up.

Also, Tello lost their legs the year before Casey was born. So by the time Casey was old enough to be interested in cool-looking things, Tello's prosthetics had gone through enough refinements to look pretty damn cool. Casey loved asking questions and hearing about all the details, even if he didn't understand most at first.

His interest in tech began with Tello. When Casey was a baby, and it was time for Tello to babysit, they'd explain their current project to him (y'know, rubber duck debugging?) Casey picked up enough to become interested and Tello was delighted to have an apprentice. It wasn't long before they started teaching him officially. Eventually Jr even learned how to keep all the tech Tello gave him in good order!

Tello had one of those bubble backpacks that you see for cat sometimes, except it was reinforced to stand up to anything, and that was how they carried Casey around when he was a baby. After that, there were Iron Man-style rocket boots (until they ran out of fuel) and Casey had his own transpo drone that could pick him up (until it got smashed by a Krang).

They were also the best protector, because they would bite, kick, and claw at anything that came near their little Junebug. Usually this was some kind of Krang - they were not impressed with how it tasted when they bit down on a tentacle once - but occasionally it was blue thing wanting to cuddle The Boy before they were ready to let go of him.

YES there were apocalypse birthdays. Mikey always had stashes of art supplies on hand, so getting a birthday card from Casey was a staple of things when he was a kid. Angelo kept his in a hatch on his prosthetic shell, Tello kept theirs in their battle shell, and Leonardo kept his in his biggest belt pouch. Casey Cards were universally seen as Very Special.

As Casey got older, and was allowed to go on supply runs, he began bringing home birthday presents. Or the supplies to make birthday presents! He made Tello a weighted turtle plushie, for example, that Tello carried with them everywhere just like the cards. And Casey and Cass have matching letter necklaces.