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jerzwriter · 5 months ago

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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!”

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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...

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#open heart #open heart fanfic #f!mc x f!mc #Casey x Jordyn #just one bed reqs

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purplemarshal · 1 year ago

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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.

#casey jones #caseytello #donatello #jonatello #named after songs #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012

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crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy · 4 months ago

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Isolation is a Bad Boy’s Dream - Chapter 2

So, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while because Leo is being a little stinker and refusing to let me write his chapter, and I really wanted to have chapter 3 done before I gave y’all this one. But I’m tired of waiting, so you’re getting it now!

If you want to read it on AO3, you can click here.

Warnings: Undisclosed illness, mentions of death, I headcannon Raph as being CJ’s adoptive dad. (This is where y’all find out I somewhat ship Raph/Cass. It’s a minor detail and it’s only talked about briefly in rather vague terms, so you could interpret it as platonic if you want)

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Chapter 2 - Nephew Casey

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Donnie groaned and drew a shallow breath.

Go away, his exhaustion addled brain said. Leave me alone.

Tap. Tap tap. Taptaptaptaptap—

Donnie heaved himself to sit up, realizing distantly that he’d fallen asleep on the floor in the middle of his room. He shook himself, willing the fog to leave his mind.

What was that sound?

Taptaptaptaptaptap—

A voice. Familiar.

Who?

Donnie turned to look through the glass.

Casey Jones, the junior, stood on the other side. His eyes were wide and rimmed with tears, one hand splayed against the glass, the other poised to keep tapping. When Donnie turned to him he visibly slumped with relief.

Casey Junior.

Donnie dragged himself to his feet and stumbled over to the glass.

“Uncle Don.“ Casey’s voice shook, his breaths came shallow, one gasp after another— “I saw you on the floor. I thought— thought that— you looked like—“

“Junior,” Donnie mumbled, still not fully awake, “breathe. ‘M not dead yet.”

Casey nodded and leaned his forehead against the glass. He drew a slow, shuddering breath in and let it out, then repeated.

“Good.” Finally Donnie’s brain was starting to boot up. He could feel his response time picking back up, some of the fog lifting and allowing for clearer thought process.

Casey took another breath. And another. One more and he moved to sit on the floor, side pressed up against the glass, arms wrapped around his knees.

Donnie lowered himself to the ground on wobbly legs, leaned up against the doorframe facing opposite Casey so he could keep an eye on the kid’s face.

Casey met his gaze, still wide-eyed, but no longer hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry I scared you, Casey Junior. I fell and was not able to get back to my feet. Apparently I ended up passing out on the floor.”

Casey said nothing, just shifted to lean his head on his knees while continuing to stare at Donnie. Almost as though if he looked away Donnie would vanish like a wisp of smoke. After a long moment, he said, “I’m sorry I haven’t come to visit more.”

“Scoff. My dear twin has kept you quite busy, from what Mikey told me. It’s hardly your fault.”

“Still.” A pause. “I can stay for a long time today. Uncle Leo gave me the day off unless there’s an emergency.”

“Uncle Leo, huh? Not Sensei?”

“He said it was an ‘Uncle Leo’ decision.”

Donnie snorted. “Of course.” He hesitated, then pushed on. “You’ll be leaving at some point to visit your Aunt April, I expect?”

Casey shook his head. “I spent this morning with her. I’ve got the rest of the day to talk to you.” A pause. “Or stare at you. Whichever.”

Another snort. If this were a normal day together in Donnie’s lab, he would have given Casey an affectionate cuff around the head.

But it wasn’t. Casey was on the other side of the glass, out of reach. And not just for a day, or two days. No. Out of reach for the rest of Donnie’s life.

A heavy silence fell, as though both of them were having the same thought.

Casey cleared his throat after a minute. “Uncle Don?” he asked quietly.

Oh how he hated and loved that name all at once.

“Nephew Casey?”

A small smile came across Casey’s face at the address, then dropped a minute later. “Will you tell me a story?”

Donnie raised a faded eyebrow. “A story?”

“Not like a fictional one. One of your stories.”

Donnie frowned. “I’m not following.”

Casey looked away. “…Uncle Leo tells me about crazy things he did when he was my age all the time. So does Uncle Mikey. But I’ve never heard any of your stories, and…”

And soon I won’t be alive to tell them firsthand.

It made sense, when Donnie thought about it. How much of himself had he actually told Casey about?

Well. Time to remedy that. It’s not like any of it could get him in trouble now anyway.

“What do you want to know?” He asked at last.

“Can you tell me about what you did when you were my age?”

“I spent the vast majority of my time in my lab. The rest was spent with family or on patrol. Choose a more specific topic, Junior.”

“Shelldon.”

Donnie’s heart dropped.

Shelldon.

“Uncle Leo and Uncle Mikey both mention him sometimes. But you created him.”

Donnie drew a breath. Squeezed his eyes shut, gave his head the tiniest of shakes to clear the memories of a lifeless robotic form, ripped into pieces by the kraang, processor and memory chip both fried.

Gone.

Donnie opened his eyes and let out his breath. “Shelldon was my son. He died fighting the Kraang. Next question.”

Casey hesitated, almost like he wanted to apologize, then changed his mind and continued. “Grandpops.”

“Ah. Yes, well, I am not the turtle to ask if you want information on your ‘Grandpops’ because he rarely spent any semblance of quality time with me. Ask your Uncle Leo.”

“Aunt April.”

“Ah, now she I can tell you about.”

April. Sick. Because of him.

He shook it off. Not my fault. I’m the only one blaming me.

“Your Aunt April is beloved by all of us, but none more than I if I do say so myself. She is my best friend, you see. I accompanied her to her school on occasion and oversaw a multitude of science projects and various sorts of homework. Once we visited the Hidden City—“ Donnie paused. He turned to look at Casey. “Leo has told you about the Hidden City?”

“A little. Uncle Mikey told me most of it.”

“Excellent. As I was saying, April and visited a place in the Hidden City called Witch Town, the population of which were experts in mystics and magic. Needless to say, I did not approve, but April liked the idea of mystics and science together. I admit to eventually coming around to the idea because of her influence. However, we were banned from Witch Town.”

Casey snorted, and when he spoke the small smile on his face didn’t disappear. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Gasp! The nerve! You spend far too much time with Leo!”

Casey shrugged. “Kinda comes with being his student? And also he has custody of me?”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m aware. He wouldn’t shut up about it when your parents named him godfather.”

There it was again. That same sadness Casey carried with him everywhere nowadays.

“Uncle Don?”

“Nephew Casey.”

“How well did you know my Mom?”

Donnie frowned. “Admittedly not as well as I would have liked. Cassandra was loud, brash, competitive, and obnoxious, and for a long time that was all I knew her to be capable of. Two years before you, she felt comfortable enough to share her more composed and gentle side, and we got along better then. We were not close by any means of the word, but she was family.”

“What about my Dad?”

Here Donnie paused for a long time. His heart felt heavy. It hurt. Even though twelve years had passed, it still hurt.

“Raph-a-la…” Donnie trailed off. Drew a deep breath, let it out. “He was always there whenever one of us needed him. I could not have asked for a better older brother. He used to collect teddy bears. He could be rash, and impulsive, but he always took care of us. And Cassandra. When she had you, he stepped up to help her.” A pause. “He was… very excited. He enjoyed teasing me about how I was no longer the only one to give Papa grandchildren.”

They sat in silence for a long while. Donnie eventually pulled himself out of his memories, shoved the pain away, and turned back to Casey. “What else did you want to inquire about?”

Casey was quiet for a few moments longer. When he lifted his head and met Donnie’s gaze again his eyes had regained the wetness from earlier. “What’s going to happen, Uncle Donatello?”

Donnie suppressed a grimace. “Uncle Donatello?”

Casey blinked, then sat up straight, and incredulous look on his face. “Are you seriously getting offended because I didn’t call you ‘Uncle Don’?”

“Unfortunately you are as insistent on that name as my dear Twin is on ‘Don-Tron.’ Furthermore you never address me by my title and then my full name.”

“I call you Master Donatello all the time.”

“Master Donatello and Uncle Donatello are two different names. Uncle Donatello would imply something is wrong, because you only ever use it when speaking about me to someone who is not me.”

A small grin slowly forced its way onto Casey’s face. “You’re actually offended that I didn’t call you ‘Uncle Don.’ Don’t you keep telling me you hate that name?”

“Oh, so you can hear. I just assumed you always went rather conveniently deaf whenever I said as much.”

Casey poked a finger up against the glass. “You like it, don’t you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny this allegation.”

“You do!”

“Casey Junior, you asked a question. What was it again?”

Silence. A hesitation. Donnie nearly regretted asking.

“What’s going to happen?”

Facts. He could do facts. Facts were much better than whatever all that had been.

“I am going to die within two weeks if not the next six days. You are going to continue your training with Leo and kick Kraang butt. Michael will help with that. The three of you will adapt and continue, just as we have had to do numerous times over the years.”

“But I don’t want to adapt. I want you here.”

Donnie paused a moment. “I, of course, want the same. However, that is not possible. Either you will adapt, or you will fall behind, and you cannot afford to fall behind.”

Silence.

“Casey Jones Junior, look at me.”

Casey lifted his head.

“You cannot afford to fall behind. It would kill you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Donatello,” Casey replied quietly.

“Good.” Donnie let the whole thing sink in for a minute. “Any other questions?”

Casey shook his head. “I miss you.”

Pizza Supreme, how much more of this could he go through? Every conversation with his family just made his heart hurt worse and made it that much harder to look death in the face.

“The feeling is mutual.”

Casey spent another hour with Donnie after that. They talked some, mostly about how Casey’s training was going. The rest of the time they spent in a comfortable, if heavy, silence.

Mikey came to collect Casey at the end of that hour with an apologetic look at Donnie over the teen’s head. Something had come up and Leo needed Casey. He left a little ahead of Casey, saying he’d wait around the corns at the end of the hall.

Casey got to his feet, looking rather hesitant to leave. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer”

Donnie considered for a moment, then heaved himself to his feet, leaning on the wall for support. “I’ll make you a deal. If you promise to stay alive while out there fighting Kraang, I promise to stay alive while in here fighting illness for the duration you are gone. Does that sound agreeable?”

Casey smiled. “Deal.”

“Excellent. Go on then. Don’t keep your Sensei waiting.”

“Bye Uncle Don. I love you.” Casey was gone a minute later, having turned and darted down the hall after the words left his mouth.

Donnie stood frozen for another minute still after that. A short exhale—not enough to send him into another fit— and a smile came next. The feeling is mutual, Nephew Casey.

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I’m hoping Leo will start cooperating again soon so there won’t be as long of a gap in between chapters, but no promises. Thank you guys for your love on chapter 1! It meant so much to me.

#Isolation is a Bad Boy’s Dream #rottmnt fanfic #bad future donnie #bad future rottmnt #future donatello #future donnie #casey jr #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #tw illness #tw death

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bathomet-writes · 2 years ago

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restoration

summary: Casey Jr. and you had been hanging out a lot, and you were happy to help him study and readjust to society. But you both needed a night off, so you try to have some fun and do something he wants to do...which evidently involves restoring a car.

relationship: Casey Jr. x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, slight hurt/comfort, hugging, sfw

word count: 4,582

author's note: another request for @/snipersiniora!! 💕this is the last one for a while, but i hope u all enjoy!!

You've never been one for impulsive decisions. Hanging out with Casey, however, brought about many changes in your life.

“Hey, let’s do something fun.” You close the textbook you had cracked open, snapping Casey out of his brain fog.

“Huh?” He sputters, his head jutting up. He had been so ‘engrossed’ in your lesson that he almost fell asleep on the desk. “What do you mean? This is fun.”

Frowning playfully, you snatch away his practice test. It was only a week before Casey was supposed to take his GED exam and the two of you had been cramming night and day. But even you needed a break, at least a chance to get up and stretch your legs.

You quickly return the books and study materials back into your bookshelf. “As much as I like helping you out– don’t get me wrong, I do.”

Turning around, you were pleasantly surprised to find Casey already grabbing his backpack. He slings it over his shoulder and gives you a curious look. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, you weren’t really one to suggest anything…fun?

“But, I had this idea…” You venture to look him in the eye, to try and take a more direct approach. “We could do something you want to do?”

Casey’s polite smile shrinks, and he looks utterly confused.

“Uh, okay. Well, I want to–” He steps forward, albeit hesitantly.

You blink and quirk your head a bit, waiting for him to continue. But all you hear is him shuffling around behind you as you both walk down your apartment’s staircase.

He catches up with you, suddenly aware of how far behind he was. “It’s funny, I don’t really know!” He gives you a good-natured chuckle.

You feel the corner of your lips tug, hearing his voice hitch up like that. It was how he sounded when he was relaxed, happy.

“What do you like to do for fun?” You call out to him and hold open the door to the alley. You both could decide on the way, but you genuinely didn’t know what Casey liked to do in his downtime.

Casey falters, stumbling over his words as he tries to rack his own brain.

“Uh…” He scratches at his chin.

Oh, right. You feel like an idiot when you turn to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…you know.” You wring your hands together, your palms damp and clammy. “Not much time for fun during the apocalypse.”

Then, he laughs! Why was he laughing? He almost doubles over and leans over to the side of your building.

Once he catches his breath, he stands up. “I’m sorry, your face was just so–!”

You puff out your cheeks, feeling a warmth prick at your skin. “Hey!”

“Sorry, sorry! What I meant to say was: I do like to build cars.”

“...Huh.” You pull back. “I didn’t know that.”

He nods, a bright smile on his face. His sprightly demeanor was starting to become infectious.

After a half an hour or so of walking, he regails you about his passion for cars. Having lived most of his life in a hellish, Kraang-ridden version of New York City, there wasn’t much to do in the way of fun. Traditional ideas of fun anyway. Fighting against the Kraang involved a lot of vehicles, and as you could imagine, there weren’t exactly any dealerships. Everyone, including his mom, had to learn how to build a car out of basically anything.

The materials were scarce though, so they’d often have to get creative.

“I remember, Master Leonardo and mom found this huge ice cream truck. It was honestly in really good shape, all it needed was shocks. Salvaged a V6 engine and boom, she was ready.” Casey stares out into the passing cars, his attention focused squarely on the window.

“Guess you haven’t seen any hot rod ice cream trucks around yet?” You smirk, tapping at your phone.

“Uh, no. But I have seen the turtle tank. Even for New York, that's weird.”

You chuckle quietly to yourselves, and you feel your hand accidentally brush against something. Was it the seat? No, it was too squishy. You give whatever it is an experimental poke.

“What? Do I have a stain or something?” Casey pauses his car watching to look at you.

You watch in horror as you suddenly realize that you were poking at a leg. Casey’s leg.

In an instant, you tear your hand away and try to cover it up with a stiff smile. “Yup! A stain, that’s what it was.”

Your subtle (or un-subtle) subversion seems to satisfy him.

Thank goodness.

“Anyways– if you wanna see some really crazy cars, we should check out the junkyard. Repo Mantis might be there, but I think he’s cool with us.” You furrow your brow and shift your eyes away from Casey. “Hopefully.”

“Wait, you mean it?”

He leans back over again, trying to meet your gaze.

Suddenly, the gears begin turning in your head. “Oh, we could go there and find a car! He’s got so many, he won’t notice one miss–” You cut yourself off. You didn’t realize that Casey was looking at you so closely, it makes your hands clam up again.

His eyes sparkled, and it almost looked anime-esque. His smile was pretty enthusiastic too.

You put your phone down. “Wha– Wait. Is my face funny again?”

“Little bit.” His cheeks wrinkle a bit.

What a dork.

“So you really want to go?” You shake off the feeling you were just experiencing. Was it affection? Were you sick?

“Of course I do! Just gotta text her I’ll be late…” Casey pulls out his own phone, swiping up to answer a message.

It was from Cassandra by the looks of it. Not that you wanted to snoop at who he was talking to. Absolutely not.

You were once a close friend of Cassandra, but you two hadn’t talked for years. Not until you found eachother again after the whole Splinter situation.

Childhood friends weren't all that common for people anyway, people change and so on. But you and her sort of drifted apart after your parents forbid you from associating with her. She was just very…bombastic. Too bombastic for their taste. Your parents, or you for that matter, never knew that she was also training to become a member of the Foot Clan.

Regardless, they just always kept you on a tight leash. The only thing that mattered in your life, according to them, was school. You were a smart kid, so studying and getting good grades came easy to you. Being a socially-competent human being was a bit tougher though. It was mostly from being so sheltered, you knew that for a fact. But it didn’t help that you were also just an awkward person.

Your smarts weren’t all that bad though. It certainly helped you out when Cassandra asked you to help tutor Casey. Regular high school was just so ‘blech,’ according to her. You couldn’t argue with that, so you happily agreed.

You were both pretty shy around one another at first. Making friends was another weakness of yours, and Casey was still trying to adjust to his new life. Being in a new timeline, dealing with the Kraang, saving the world, it would weigh heavy on anyone. But you were fine just giving him the space he needed. You weren’t all that talkative, so you just focused on being a good teacher.

A GED was all he needed to go out and get a decent job, so Casey was glad to skip the traditional high school experience. Trying to worry about studying, as well as socializing with his peers, was sort of overwhelming.

But after a couple of months, you warmed up to each other. Little moments in between having to go over math and english, or when you met up beforehand. You didn’t know it, but you secretly loved tutoring him. You had a lot in common, being relatively naive to the world around you.

Obviously, you couldn’t compare all your experiences. You didn’t know the first thing about fighting aliens, losing loved ones, seeing whole cities leveled.

“Here’s our stop.” Casey nudges you in the shoulder.

You’re pulled out of your stupor when you feel him pull you up by the arm. “Oh shit.”

You guess you were a lot deeper in thought than you thought you were. That made no sense at all.

He continues pulling you along as you approach the main gates of the scrapyard. His energy was a lot more intense than what you were used to. It was kind of nice seeing him so animated.

“So, uh– Which car should we take?” You correct yourself. “Borrow.”

“I dunno, they all look pretty…used.”

True, most of the intact cars were either missing several key components, like tires or seats, or just straight-up crushed. The toolbox you two had to work with was limited. Casey’s head goes on a swivel as he searches around for the right pile of junk.

“This one’s not so bad?” You walk away to kick at an old sedan. “It’s a bit of a mom car.”

It looked like it had seen many better days, but at least the axel looked okay. The tires were all still there too. Casey steps beside you, giving the car a good once over.

“My mom wouldn’t even look at this car if she were here,” he sighs. “Not enough flame decals.”

Thinking on your feet, you look over to a building standing next to you. It wasn’t standing so much as it was leaning, but it seemed like an abandoned shop. Maybe you could salvage this, pun unintended.

“There might be stuff in there we could use, if they haven’t rusted or been stolen yet?” You twiddle your fingers, feeling sheepish for no clear reason.

“That’s right! I think I saw a car lift in there too.” He perks up at your suggestion.

Yes, saved it!

Without thinking, you grab at his hand and pull him along to the garage. The act feels a tad weird, but you were too excited to care.

Casey, however, didn't seem to mind the sudden handhold. In fact, he seemed just as excited as you were. He had always loved tinkering with machines, and had been trying to fix up an old motorcycle in his spare time too. The idea of building a custom car with someone as interesting and intelligent as you seemed like a dream come true.

He smiles at you, for what seemed to be the umpteenth time today. “Look at this.”

Casey pushes past the dilapidated door, marveling at the inside. The outside might have looked bad, but the shop was nearly untouched by time. All of the tools and materials were there, dozens of shelves surrounded the garage. And there was a mint-condition car lift. His mind buzzed with all kinds of ideas.

“Repo Mantis must still use this place.” You run your hand on a workbench before you take notice of the dust on your fingers. “Or not.”

“I guess. But I can’t believe he has all this just lying around!”

Who knew, maybe he was just into car restoration. Casey had to respect the guy for that at least.

You smile, moving to switch on the fluorescent lights. “You ready?”

He blinks at the ceiling before turning to you. With a thumbs-up, he responds with a resounding, “Yup!”

Time to get to work.

–

The two of you gather all the spare parts you could find in the yard to start with. Dragging the car around was much more challenging. After a few decent tries, you give up on pushing the car on your own. Casey gives you a hand and easily moves the car on his own. You hadn’t realized he was so strong.

For the rest of the evening, you toil away with Casey. You were pretty good at understanding the basics of car maintenance, but you were just going to leave the more delicate procedures to him. He was glad to have you as an assistant though, and he walked you through every step, from checking out the engine to replacing all the faulty parts. It was a long and confusing process, but the anticipation of building something from scratch kept them both awake and alert.

“Socket wrench? Where’s a–” He reaches around, grabbing for the invisible tool. Casey wasn’t always the best at keeping track of things.

“Not to worry, I’m on the case.” You assure him as you search around too.

You thankfully didn’t have to look too far though, finding it just beneath the car. It must have slid away at some point.

“Voilà.” You present it to him.

When he sees how easily you find it, his shoulders slump a bit. “Thanks.”

Laughing at him, you decide to try and gather up the rest of the stuff he needs. The next step involved the car jack and the creeper.

You slide both over to Casey, careful not to accidentally hit his foot. He looked positively absorbed in the car and was too busy to be aware of his surroundings.

“Ahh-!” Unfortunately, his ninja reflexes aren’t quick enough to stop himself from nearly tripping over the creeper. His foot slides backwards, threatening to topple him over.

“Jeez!” You launch forward, catching him by the shoulders from behind. “You’re pretty clumsy, huh?”

“Not usually.” He chuckles, allowing you to push him back up.

What follows is a brief moment of silence. You look at him, he looks at you. Both of your cheeks were slightly flushed.

Casey clears his throat and motions over to the jack. “So, we’re just gonna use this instead of the car lift. I don’t think I know how to work it anyway.”

You shrug, kneeling down to the ground. “You’re the boss.”

There was that feeling again. You felt flustered, too nervous to even look at Casey anymore as he got positioned onto the creeper. He was explaining all the repairs he was going to do, but you didn't really pay attention to it. You stare blankly into the distance and wrench up the jack, lifting the car a couple of inches.

This was bad. And just when you thought you were getting better at dealing with people. But you’ve never dealt with anybody like Casey. He intrigued you, and you had a bit of a clue as to why. You shudder at the thought, and you start to become flustered again.

You get so distracted, that you don’t hear Casey signaling you to stop.

“Okay, that’s enough.” As he sees the car continue to rise, he tries again. “That’s enough!”

The jack pushes the car up to an absurd height before letting it go, effectively trapping Casey beneath. You hear a loud THUD!

“MPPH–!”

“OH MY GOD!” You shout.

Scrambling over, you try with all your might to pull at Casey’s kicking legs. He wasn’t hurt, but was most definitely freaked out.

“Stop moving around!” You manage to grab onto his ankles. “I mean– I’m sorry!”

With one last pull, you see Casey’s oil-smudged face emerge. You slide him a couple of feet away from the car as it heaves back onto the ground.

“Ugh…” He groans, rubbing at his head.

“I can’t believe I did that. I am so, so, so–”

He cuts you off with an exhilarated whoop. “Wow! That was sick! Been a while since I’ve had my head smashed.”

You stare at him as he laughs in your bewildered face. What a jerk.

“Of course, that loud sound I heard was all the rocks in your brain being crushed.” You joke, smacking a clean rag at him.

You couldn’t believe it, but you were actually having fun rebuilding a car. Not quite as much fun as Casey, but you were just happy to be alone with him. It was a nice change of pace from all the boring studying you’d been doing. Casey's knowledge of mechanics and your keen eye for detail and organization made you the perfect team. You spent the subsequent hours welding, sanding, and polishing the car, slowly but surely turning it into something that resembled a drivable vehicle.

As you worked on the engine, the two of you talked about everything under the sun. Casey indulges your curiosity and discusses his other interests, as well as his dreams and aspirations. He discusses his love of hockey, but you already sort of figured that out.

“So what’s your plan? After you get your GED I mean.” You inquire.

“If I get it.”

You shoot him a confused smirk, handing him another tool. “You’ll get it.”

He rolls his eyes and continues working on fixing the gasket. You honestly weren’t too sure what he was doing, but it didn’t really matter. You were much more interested in picking Casey’s brain.

“I’ve thought about it. I don’t have that many practical skills anymore, not unless you can make money off of intense survival situations.”

“You can fix cars though! That’s a very practical skill.” You take the wrench back when he hands it to you.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t think about that.” He scratches at the side of his head. It was so simple, but he didn’t even realize.

“Who knows, maybe Repo Mantis is hiring. He could use a mechanic,” you smile, wiping the grease off of your hands.

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Casey blush a bit. It might have just been a trick of the light. He busies himself with the engine again before you can get a good look.

“That’s why you’re the smart one.”

–

It wasn't until the fifth hour of working on the car that things started to get a little more... chaotic. You accidentally spill a can of paint all over the upholstery, and Casey smashes his hand in the driver’s side door more than a couple of times trying to get it to shut properly. Despite the setbacks, you both found yourselves enjoying each other's company.

Finally, after a ton of hard work, the car was finished. It wasn't perfect, but it was beautiful in a weird way. The parts looked mismatched and sort of haphazardly slapped together. But all the internal components worked like a dream. You sat in the front seats together, admiring your creation. A profound sense of pride and accomplishment washes over Casey.

“Not my finest work, but at least it runs.” He sighs, turning on the ignition.

You bite back a snide comment, thinking that it must have been some kind of miracle that made the car come to life. You had to hand it to him though, the engine did sound pretty healthy.

“Well, we’ve gotta take it out for a test drive right?”

He slams his foot on the gas, the sound making you jump. “Seems fair.”

Casey peels out of the garage and out of the scrapyard. You hope that Repo Mantis wasn’t around to hear, but at this point there wasn’t much he could do to stop you. You drive up the winding road to a nearby cliff, the car rattling and hesitating with the rough terrain. Going up the hill made it really show its age. But despite the car’s worn exterior, the engine hummed smoothly, a testament to the care and attention Casey and you gave it.

As you approach the top of the cliff, he slows the car to a stop. You both look out from the windows to admire the view. The New York skyline stretched out, a dazzling array of lights and colors against the dark night sky.

Casey turns to his you, a weary smile on his face. "Can you believe how beautiful this is? I've never seen New York look so alive."

You nod in agreement, eyes wide with wonder. "The buildings look like they're on fire," you hum, gesturing to the glowing skyscrapers in the distance. "Even if we can't see any stars through all the light pollution."

For a good couple of minutes, you both stare out the windshield. Taking in the scene, lost in your own thoughts. The city below buzzed with life and energy, a constant reminder of the beauty and chaos of the place they lived. It really was the town that ever slept.

Eventually, you peek back over at him. The car radio was a bit shabby, but the sound of the station was becoming a little too loud. Casey looked pensive, like he was thinking about a painful memory.

You suddenly want to distract him from whatever he was thinking about, so you speak up.

“Do you like living here? You know, you could probably get a job anywhere. They need mechanics in other cities, ones that aren’t so expensive?”

You were currently living alone, having recently moved out of your parents’ home. It was liberating, if not a strain on your already tight wallet.

Casey nods slowly, trying to center himself. “You’re probably right. But, I don’t think I’ll leave.”

His words were heavy with a hidden emotion, and you feel your heart sink. You were doing a poor job of trying to lighten the mood, and you try to pivot to another topic.

“Uh, so–”

But, you stop when you feel a hand on top of yours. It’s brief, a fleeting touch that makes your voice catch in your throat.

Casey continues to stare out into the distance. “Can I talk about something?”

He was hesitant to bring it up, but looking out on the city like this, with you, was making him somewhat emotional. And he didn’t want to keep it in anymore. Communicating his thoughts and feelings was hard to do in practice, but he was getting better at it.

Immediately, you nod. “Of course.”

You hate the way your voice sounds when it comes out, barely above a whisper.

You wait patiently for him to formulate his thoughts into words. Casey was struggling, but he had so much on his mind. It was hard to condense it all into a conversation.

“What was it like where you come from?” You reach your hand to land on his shoulder, an attempt to ground him. “What did the sky look like?”

Maybe if you gave him a more specific question, it would help him to talk. Focusing on one detail rather than all of them helped you a lot.

Casey’s timid gaze shifts to his shoulder, then back up to you. He’s thankful for the physical contact.

“It was different. The sky was usually pretty dark, but when it wasn’t, it was always sort of…” He waves his hands around. “Red.”

Yeesh, that was a little terrifying. What could you say to that? ‘That’s rough buddy?’

You can’t help but shake your head in defeat, pulling your hand away. “How do you deal with everything?”

That was a loaded question, and it makes Casey laugh in spite of himself. With a dry chuckle, he moves to grip at the steering wheel. He felt restless trying to think of a serious answer, but he gives you a lopsided smile.

“It actually wasn’t all bad. I had my mom, and I was lucky enough to have met the turtles. They practically raised me.”

That’s right. You forgot that Casey knew the turtles from back then. Or was it after? Time travel semantics were sort of confusing to think about.

“Yeah?” You sheepishly smile back.

“I trained and fought alongside them. They were– are my family.”

You want to avert your gaze, feeling like you’ve been staring a bit too long, but you don’t. When he put it like that, New York suddenly didn’t sound so bad. Apocalypse or not.

As long as the turtles, Cassandra, April, and you were around, this would be his home. Casey stares unabashedly at you as the realization hits him, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. Talking it out like this, alone with you, was actually very cathartic. He wishes he could tell you how much you’ve helped him out, outside of all the GED and car stuff.

You were his stability, a rock that kept him tethered to earth. To his surprise, you shut your eyes and frown to yourself.

“You're a real hero, Casey Jr.” You exhale.

A hero? He didn’t really feel like much of a hero, he was just an ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as a time-traveling, chainsaw-wielding, hockey-obsessed weirdo.

He shrugs lazily. “I was just doing what Master Leonardo would have done.”

Quickly, he backtracks. Your slightly bigger frown was just too heart wrenching to see.

“But, thanks. You’re sweet.” He leans forward, his face unconsciously closing the gap between you. “You’re…you’re a hero too.”

You throw him an indignant scowl. “You’re joking right?”

He scoffs, undoing his seatbelt to lean forward even more. “Of course not! You’re super smart, resourceful. Sure, you did nearly kill me with a falling car, but so what? You’re so talented and nice and–”

You nearly feel your soul leave your body listening to him ramble on. You weren’t at all prepared to receive so many compliments, but you don’t dare interrupt.

“And you’re my hero.”

Oh no, that tears it. Your eyes well up with barely-contained tears. You were at a loss for words again.

“I…” You try to say something, anything. “I don’t–”

Casey, giving you a sympathetic smile, pulls you into a hug from across the seats. He’s not a stranger to consoling, or being consoled, but he knew that sometimes a hug was a lot more powerful than words.

You sit there, tears flowing freely in a stunned silence. All you can do is move your hands to snake around his waist, desperate to bring yourself closer.

You were surprised at first, but you quickly relaxed into the embrace, grateful for the warmth and closeness. You sat there for a while, the only ambient sounds being the hum of the car engine, the radio, and the rush of wind outside.

“I know that there’s more for me to do,” he smiles into your hair. “But I’ll have you with me.”

Your chest seizes up and you hug him tighter, finally working up the nerve to speak.

“Do you think I could have you with me too?”

Casey tries to return the gesture and deepen the hug. It was a bit awkward, with the gear shift and handbrake getting in the way, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be there for you. The answer was obvious, but he assures you with a gentle poke on the tip of your nose.

He beams at you, leaning back to look you in the eye. “Well, duh. Doesn’t take a genius to know that.”

You laugh and bat his hand away, before you just sit there for a while, grinning like idiots at each other. You were enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive and together, that was all that mattered.

But, it was pretty late. You couldn’t sit there in your weird car forever. The night air rushed past as Casey drove you both back home, the city flashing by in a blur of color and sound. Admiring the view, he moved to look at you too. New York was great, but it was even better with you in it.

For the first time, the future didn’t seem all that scary.

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pinkystarwberry · 1 year ago

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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 :')

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irishavengersassemble · 2 years ago

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Game of Survival: Part 1

After tragedy strikes Rafael Barba’s little sister moves back to New York City for a fresh start. Will she be able to move on with the help of her loving big brother and perhaps find happiness with a certain lieutenant in SVU.

Hey lovlies. I know its been forever, but I had this idea for a series and I just had to write it.

Series takes place at the beginning of season 18 of Law and Order: SVU and has references to One Chicago. Reader is canonicallly bisexual and in her mid-thirties.

Pairings: Olivia Benson x Barba Reader Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba

Header belongs to me.

You let out a small sigh as you took in the familiar office that you’d not stepped foot in for over a year. Taking in the cozy office of your older brother you settled on the comfy brown couch knowing it would probably be a while before he came back from court.

He was always busy that didn’t mean that he didn’t have time for you, given you lived hours away and you both worked insane hours.

You usually didn’t hear from each other apart from a weekly phone call whenever you both had time which didn’t seem often these days.

Glancing down at your phone your e/c eyes landed on the different apartment listings that you’d been scanning through.

Nothing had caught your eye in all honesty this had been a spare whim of the moment decision one that you’d not regret.

You’d needed a change. A change had been needed for a while and you’d finally decided it was time, time to head home and start over and get a fresh start so to speak.

Severide and Casey had helped you pack up your things over the weekend and you’d made the long drive from Chicago back to New York with nothing but your car and a small U-Haul.

A deep huff fell from your lips as you found the couch growing more comfortable by the minute the long drive catching up with you.

The next thing you knew you were being startled awake as Rafael’s surprised voice filled your ears stirring you from the dreamless slumber you’d fallen into.

“Y/N? Y/N Wake up. What the hell are you doing here?” Your older brother retorts his voice holding so many questions ever the lawyer.

You groaned opening your eyes finding your big brother of nine years sitting beside you on the couch. He was dressed in one of his well-tailored suits his light brown hair combed back in a neat style.

“Hi, Rafa. Sorry, I fell asleep. It was a long drive. Ummm. I’m back in New York permanently this time. I moved out of Kelly’s place this weekend and drove the twelve and a half hours straight through.” You said knowing your brother was processing what you’d told him his mind was always a step ahead of the conversation.

He knew that the past few years had been hard for you and that ever since the incident you’d been trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your life.

What was left of it. How you’d been able to keep going at all had been a surprise to you.

It was evident the only reason you’d made it this far was the love and support of your family and friends. Those closest to you the people you considered family had helped you through the roughest time of your life they’d helped you pick up the pieces and try to throw your life back together.

Rafael sat there for a moment glancing over at you with a concerned brotherly brow.

He knew it had been hard for you after you’d lost Leslie, you’d been a broken shell of the woman you once were.

The woman who had a ferocity and a fire in you a fierceness that hadn’t dimmed even with the rough life you’d come from had disappeared.

You were softer now than you’d once been quiet and calm, gentle, they’d always been attributes you’d carried yet they seemed to control you these days.

Rafael had been surprised when you’d told him of your plans to go from paramedic to police officer after losing your fiancé several years prior.

He’d worried his mami and abuelita had worried, yet you’d managed to pass through the academy with flying colors and soon became a damn good cop with an even better reputation.

“Well, this is entirely unexpected but it's great to see you Hermana.” Rafael purred pulling you into a tight hug pressing a kiss to your head as you clung to him finding comfort in his embrace.

“I take it you don’t have an apartment or anything settled out yet which is fine. You can stay with me until you find a place.”

“But what about Son-“ You started not at all wanting to impose on your brother and his boyfriend who was over at Rafael’s so much you were surprised that your brother hadn’t asked him to move in yet.

That wasn’t any of your business and you really weren’t the best person to come to when it came to relationships or relationship advice.

Your big brother’s voice filled your ears startling you from your thoughts that had been getting away from you over the past few weeks.

That’s another reason you’d decided to move the city was too different, too quiet, and no matter where you look Leslie was everywhere.

A change had been necessary, you’d wanted to heal actually heal, and being with your family had seemed like the best way to go about that.

“Oh don’t worry about Sonny. You know he loves you. You’ve gotten along. You staying with me won’t be an issue.

I’m sure you’d much rather stay with me than mami anyways.” He chuckled knowing your mother would have his head if she heard his comment.

“Alright, Rafa I’ll stay with you if you insist.” You sighed pulling out of your big brother’s hold rolling your eyes at him.

Rafael could be many things a sassy pain in the ass for starters, but he’d been the best big brother ever since Lucia had taken you in and adopted you when you were eight years old.

Even though Rafael was nine years older he’d always made time for you and though you were close with your mother you and Rafael had been thick as thieves for as long as you could remember.

“I do insist just like I insist on taking you to lunch. Come on. When’s the last time you’ve had a decent meal?” Your big brother quipped raising the infamous Barba brow in your direction.

A sigh fell off your lips Rafael knew you better than anyone having a little sister who was a first responder and working the crazy hours you did you’d often forgotten to eat.

“Last night…” The words tumbled out of your mouth as Rafael’s face hardened giving you a knowing expression forcing a deep huff from your lips as you continue.

“Okay technically it was the night before Herman and the rest of the gang threw me a going away party at Molly’s.” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you stood standing to your feet as Rafael walked you out.

The light brown-haired man rolled his eyes knowing an order of your favorite Chinese food was calling your name.

“Come on let's get some food into you before you blow away or pass out on me.” Rafael sighed throwing an arm around your shoulders as he led you toward the elevators.

“Rafa I’m fine. You act as though I don’t eat. Trust me when I can I do. You know this. I have the Barba genes maybe not literally but metaphorically.

With Abuelita and Mami’s cooking, it was only a matter of time before I become a foodie just like yours truly.” The words tumbled from your mouth as you gave the man a once over followed by your first real smile ever since you’d stepped foot back into your hometown.

“I’m not a foodie.” Your brother sassed knowing that he actually was a foodie and when he’d started dating Sonny that had only intensified. It didn’t help the chatty Italian man was an exceptional cook and one of his main love languages was acts of service.

You were grateful that Rafael had found someone like Sonny, he was warm and loving and made sure that Rafael was taken care of and you appreciated it more than he’d ever know.

It had been hard being away from your family for so many years, but when the opportunity presented itself to move to Chicago alongside joining Firehouse 51 you’d been unable to say no.

Back then you’d been a fresh-faced twenty-four-year-old who was ready to pursue your dream of being a paramedic and saving lives.

Now after a decade in Chicago you were back in New York for a fresh start you knew this would be good for you and that’s what Leslie would have wanted for you as well.

She’d have wanted you to be happy and continue your life not wallowing in the grief that had been all-consuming for the past two years.

You owed it to yourself and you owed it to her to find happiness again. That’s what she’d wanted for you to enjoy living again even with her gone.

It was the only way you knew to keep her memory alive. You needed to start living again and maybe in time you would.

Going out for dinner with your big brother was a good start you felt much calmer as you leant into Rafael’s side glad that you had such a strong support system behind you.

#law and order svu #one chigago #law and order x reader #olivia benson x reader #rafael barba x reader #leslie shay #barisi #matt casey #kelly severide #christopher herrmann #chicago fire x reader #sonny carisi

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milks-thoughts · 2 years ago

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May I request a platonic request?(feel free to ignore this or out right just say if your uncomfy with my request so in the future i can avoid certain request like this ^^), future!leo x teen(13-15) reader?, fully FULLY platonic!!!!, I just wanted a found family between them TTwTT, okay for the little plot, reader walking down the streets after finishing their homework at the library, they walk pass a alleway, as they pass by their hard a crash in the alleway, them being a curious person they are they head back to check out to alleway, there they found a pass out big turtle with a metal arm?(and swords too!), slowly they walk foward, they can see a flicker of gold hues around him, as the reader got close they poke his check, no respond, they reach for the turtles neck if there still hearbeat, reader smile feeling the turtle heartbeats its slow but its still alive right?, what stump them the most is, how do they get the turtle home without making fuss?

(Again feel free to say if this request makes you really really uncomfy!! and I in adavnce deeply apologize!)

AAAA I LOVE THE YWD AU (I call it that, not sure if that's its actual name, the You Won’t Die AU as I call it is just Future Leo being sent back in time with Casey)

TW: blood and injury, swearing, death, readers mom is neglectful fr, mentions of substance @b_s3 (not reader or Leo), overall panic from Reader AND F! Leo, reader has mommy AND daddy issues

word count: 1,826 you guys got a meal

summary: Leo REALLY likes collecting kids (not in that way) and you are in desperate need of a father figure (guys I took this and ran)

Saddest little baby in the room

Leonardo should be dead, he knew that. So why did he feel the cold concrete under his scales before he lost consciousness. You were walking home from a friend's house, going to the alleyway to climb into your window your small frame stopped. “ what the fuck-? “ you hissed looking at the bloody raggedy man- thing- you crouched down and touched his side. He would absolutely need stitches, looking at your bedroom window you grumbled how the fuck are you supposed to get him up there?! you were only 13. Grabbing his body you looked at the prosthetic…maybe..? taking it off him you smiled at how he got lighter (you cannot tell me this man is very heavy he must’ve been starving it’s the apocalypse) you grabbed him and started lifting him up the stairs. You thanked whatever god was up there for allowing your building to have fire escape stairs, not ladders like this was old-timey Donkey Kong. You pushed open the window and pushed the limp body into your room with a thud. Hearing your mother call you quickly spoke “ sorry mom! I just fell! “ you looked at your clock. 10 PM, she'll be asleep soon. the whole thing that happened a few months ago had your mom spiraling, leaving your apartment a mess. you sneakily entered your mom's room and grabbed her suture kit and first aid kit. thank god your mom got paranoid after that whole crisis. opening YouTube you clicked on the first tutorial and got to work. your hands were covered in blood from suturing the wound. you bandaged it with a shaky sigh and leaned against your bed. your floor was all bloody now. ew. grabbing the mysterious man you would turn him over onto his stomach and start wiping the blood and grime off him with a cloth. or whatever skin?? you could hit. heaving him onto your bed you got to wiping up the floor, you were exhausted but the blood would only make more of a mess later. oh and your hands! ewewewew-! you rushed to clean them. luckily when you were gone the strange person didn't wake up. your scarred hands shook as you sat down on the far wall, holding the prosthetic. it wasn't like the man, no it was different. it had unreadable handwriting on it, you could kinda make out a ' p ' and an ' a ' you hummed and placed it down.

opting to fall asleep, the sun hit you in the face, causing your face to scrunch up before you woke up. you hummed in worry, the man had moved a bit but his bandage was okay, it hadn't bled through. Standing up you stretched and opened the door of your room and walked into the kitchen. grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge your attention was grabbed by a groan, turning your head you saw a shadow from your room " oh fuck ". grabbing the water you also snagged the ibuprofen. awake in your bed was the strange man you saved " Don't do that, you rip open your stitches and I really don't wanna do that again ". The man looked you up and down " how old are you exactly? " you snorted a breath " I'm 13 " sitting down and handing the water bottle you laid your head on your arms, which were folded over your knees. " what? " he snorted and you hummed " I dunno, a random man who I found bleeding out turns out to be a turtle " he cracked open the water bottle and drank most of its contents " don't do that, you'll only dehydrate yourself more " he grumbled and put down the water. " what happened to you anyway? someone does just bleed out like that and the missing arm? plus you had some weird orange specks on you. it was weird " the man grumbled " you wouldn't believe me even if I told you " you smirked cockily " try me, I've seen it all. from weird aliens invading New York to a bride crying on the subway " the man stiffened up at the mention of the invasion " oh Casey did it, I knew he could " you blinked " okay man you are totally out of it " putting your hand on his face you pulled back " EW you're all greasy! " you shook your hand a bit and huffed at him " you're buying me new a new bedset " he only chuckled at you, " 'Names Leonardo " you blinked and responded with yours. Leonardo stood up carefully and grimaced at his messed-up prosthetic. opening your bedroom door he waited for you to exit first. your living room was disgusting. and your parents were nowhere in sight " the whole alien thing was really hard on mom, she lost a few friends " your look saddened by it " But it's okay, I've been cleaning a bit. I just don't know how to deal with the bottles " Leonardo looked at you and took a deep breath and grabbed a bottle " You can just put them in trashbags, though people usually double bag them " you smiled and started collecting the trash. you grabbed the bags and walked to your fire escape and leaned over the railing and dropped the bags into the garbage bin. Leonardo plopped down and messed with his prosthetic, you watched him and yawned. you were exhausted, Leonardo hummed at you and watched you fall asleep. lifting you with an arm he plopped you into your bed and sat back down.

It's been two months of him trying to convince you to leave him alone, two months of him back to you every night like a hypocrite, two months of him worrying for your safety. Leonardo took in a shaky breath as across the rooftops he saw Raph linger, looking back to Mikey and Donnie, a portal opened next to Raph showing a younger him. his arm was missing and he wore a battleshell like Donnie. when did he stutter like that? something went down here that saved humanity but fucked up his family. He took in a shaky breath and felt tears roll down his face when he saw Casey walk through that portal. oh Casey looked so healthy, he looked like a vase glued back together sloppily, its cracks still showing but it was mended. Leonardo let a quiet sob escape him before disappearing into the shadows, Caseys look full of panic as he searched the rooftop...can Leonardo really go back? He's been here for two months but so distracted by you that he has forgotten about his original thought. walking to your window he plopped down on the fire escape and handed you a package, you opened it with a small smile, and a snarky huff left you " a knife? really? " he shook his head " you never know when you have to defend yourself, happy birthday kiddo " he ruffled your hair and you batted his arm away. " I'm not a kiddo I'm a teenager " you huffed and attached yourself to Leonardo, a soft smile fell onto his face. he pulled you into his side and looked at the sunset. He wondered if his own brothers were watching him? did they like you? he doesn't know if he'll be here with you forever but he wouldn't hate a future with you in it.

Leonardo was startled awake by a loud crash looking from where he fell asleep. your window was open and the light was on but where were you? slinking in he heard your desperate cries and a man's voice. sneaking out of your room he blinked at the smell of metallic blood. oh there lay your mother, lifeless blood leaking out of her neck. your desperate cries turned into a scream, rushing out he watched in horror as you clutched your side blood coated hands holding the knife you staggard in front of this person and let out a cry of relief as you turned and saw Leonardo, you let out a small breath and the person in front of you sputtered and ran out of your apartment. Leonardo rushed and grabbed your body as you staggard down. he cursed, fuck he had forgotten you used up all your supplies the other day. you were only 14, jumping out of your window he glanced at the manhole and took a shaky breath, time to face his greatest fear. he pushed it open and jumped down, does he remember the way? " why're we in the sewers? " your voice was rasped and full of pain. Leonardo took a deep breath " shh shh you'll be okay, keep your strength " you let out a cry of pain as the knife buried in your side jostled. He hurried along but paused at a camera, it was Donnie's camera. He swallowed the lump in his throat and called " They- they need help- " he stuttered out the camera turned and he heard someone rush down the hallway Casey stared at him, and the boy took a deep breath " Master Leonardo...? " you let out a whimper reminding them both of the situation. Leonardo shushed you again and looked at Casey " Casey- " the talking didn't reach your ears as your brain felt like cotton and god was sleeping so good sounding right now. Leonardo kept jostling your head to keep you awake there were voices, and you were placed in a bed. your breath hitched and you held it for a second before letting it go and repeating that. a small pinch spread through your body and your eyes opened. There weren't guts or..blood. You were all stitched up and lying on a cot. " hey, this was familiar " you blinked and looked at Leonardo " yes, yes it is familiar " he had a boy leaning on him and you stared " whos he? " Leonardo smiled " Casey Jones Junior, respectively " you grinned " His name is difficult sounding " said boy stirred " oh, you're awake " he handed his hand to you " I already know your name Casey, peepaw just told me " you joked and watched Leonardo scowl and ruffle up your hair " I should've left you to bleed out " he joked gruffly and looked at Casey with a smile " how long have I been out? " you heard a noise as a tall turtle walked in, spikes lined his shell and arms " A few days, my names Raph. " he handed a bowl to Leonardo as you sat up. Raph gave you a stern look and you waved him off as you took the soup, things felt good. you felt good.

#future leo #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #this is all purely platonic #save rottmnt #rise leo #leo x reader #AGAIN PLATONIC #fluff #angst #hurt comfort #happy ending #casey and reader are now siblings #it’d add those nice headers #but tumblr is being horrible #so I guess I’m not

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sserpente · 1 year ago

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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!

#loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers

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clumsiestgiantess · 1 year ago

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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

#stay tuned for the SECOND four part series #the Disappearing Cabin #coming soon to theaters near you #jk about the theaters but could you imagine?#g/t #giant tiny

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