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April gets benched "because it's too dangerous for her" and Casey just sits beside her like, guess I'm benched too.
"Casey... What are you doing we've gotta go."
Casey, putting down his baseball bat and the rest of his gear looks at Leo pointedly.
"I'm benched."
Leo shakes his head "No, April's benched."
Casey nods "exactly, so I'm benched."
The only one not confused is April who smiles softly. "It's okay Casey, you can go."
Casey shakes his head "nah you heard em, it's too dangerous for me."
"Not for you, Puckhead for April." Says Donnie.
Casey raises an eyebrow "if its too dangerous for our very own supergirl, than its too dangerous for someone like me."
The boys all give him confusing looks.
He gives then all a stern one. "Unless your saying that it's perfectly fine for me to go on this mission. Someone who's not trained, not got superhuman strength or healing or crazy mind powers. And your not letting April go because you think she's weak...or something?"
There's a silence.
"... April you wanna sit up front?" Asks Leo, embarrassed. April shakes her head "nah, I'll take the back with Casey. Come on Jones."
"Right behind you Red" Says Casey, cheerfully like none of it ever happened.
"... We owe April an apology." Says Mikey, Raph nods "Yeah... Yeah we do."
#casey jones 2012#april o'neil#Casey said oh this right here I am shutting it down#Casey and April are platonic soul mates they are a pair they cannot be seperated lest someone gets murdered#No one underestimates April when Casey's around#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012
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2012 Raph x reader Incorrect Quotes
Uhm...mostly, that is. There's a few that are just random TMNT 2012 incorrect quotes. This was very fun for me. Might do it again sometime if the mood strikes.
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(Y/N), skipping rocks on a lake with Raph: It’s such a beautiful evening.
Raph: Yeah, it is.
Raph: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.
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(Y/N): Why does Leo always do the laundry so loudly?
Raph: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.
Leo, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*
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Raph: You’re giving me a sticker?
Mikey: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”
Raph: I’m not a preschooler.
Mikey: Fine, I’ll take it back-
Raph: I earned this, back off.
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Raph: Why am I always the bad guy?
(Y/N): Well, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.
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(Y/N): Is Raph always like this when they lose?
Mikey: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the fabled 'Great Jenga Tantrum'.
Raph: yOU BUMPED THAT TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!
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(Y/N): Hey, wanna help me commit arson?
Leo: What the hell!?
(Y/N): Oh, sorry, my bad.
(Y/N), whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?
Leo, whispering: Of course. What do you need?
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Casey: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?
Raph: Not again...
Casey: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.
(Y/N): Just wait until you hear about whales.
Casey: What now?
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Casey on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.
Casey on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!
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(Y/N): When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Raph: What changed your mind?
(Y/N): Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.
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Leo: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.
Raph, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.
(Y/N), who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.
Raph: Coming right up.
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Casey: It’s funny how well you and Raph get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?
(Y/N): Raph hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.
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Casey: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Donnie: No, that's not how you make cookies.
(Y/N): FLOOR IT!!
Casey: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?
Donnie: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-
Casey: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!
Raph: DO IT!
Donnie: NO-
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Raph: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??
(Y/N): What the hell do you do?
Raph: I die? What kinda question…
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(Y/N): I made this friendship bracelet for you.
Raph: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.
(Y/N): You don’t have to wear…
Raph: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.
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Raph: *sneaking in through their window*
Leo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Raph: I was with (Y/N)?
(Y/N): *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?
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Raph, at (Y/N)'s funeral: I need a moment with them.
Everyone: Of course. *They leave*
Raph, leaning over (Y/N)′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.
(Y/N): Yeah, no shit.
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Raph: (Y/N), I don't like you.
(Y/N): What did you say?
Raph: You heard me!
(Y/N), internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.
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*(Y/N) sneezes*
Raph: (Y/N), are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!
*Donnie sneezes*
Raph: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.
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(Y/N): Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?
Raph: ...So...as enemies??
(Y/N):
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Raph: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-
(Y/N): It was me...
Raph: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.
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Kidnapper: I have your partner.
(Y/N): What? I don't have a partner...
Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?
(Y/N): Oh my god, you have Raph.
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Raph: I want to kiss you.
(Y/N), not paying attention: What?
Raph: I said if you die, I won't miss you.
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*(Y/N) is crying after a breakup*
Raph: There there, (Y/N).
(Y/N), still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?
Raph: Great question—
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Raph: *yawns*
(Y/N): Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Raph: Then you must be exhausted.
Leo: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
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Raph: Watcha doin?
(Y/N): Stealing my neighbour’s cat.
Raph: Scandalous.
Raph: Can I help?
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(Y/N): Come on, Leo. Nobody actually believes that Raph is in love with me.
Leo, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Raph is helplessly in love with (Y/N).
*Everyone raises their hand*
(Y/N): Raph, put your hand down.
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(Y/N): Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.
Raph: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
(Y/N): Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.
Leo, on a walkie talkie: This is Leo, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.
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Mikey: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Raph: Screw that, I’m not kissing anyone.
*(Y/N) walks in*
Raph: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.
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Raph: If you want my advice-
Donnie: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.
Raph: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.
(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.
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Casey: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.
Raph: Throw rocks at he.
Mikey: Hot Dogs.
(Y/N): Kill him.
Casey: Thanks guys.
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Leo: Why do you look like that?
Raph, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?
Leo: Like you’re dead.
Raph: It’s because I’m dying. Fuck off.
Casey: Raph accidentally called (Y/N) “babe” in front of everyone today.
Raph: *sobs into the floor*
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(Y/N): I'm so happy, I could kiss you!
Raph: Um...Neat.
*later*
Raph, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Donnie. Who the fuck says neat these days?
It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.
Donnie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Raph. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Casey confessed their love for me?
Raph: Didn't you thank them?
Donnie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.
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(Y/N): How would you like your coffee?
Raph: As dark as my soul.
(Y/N): Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!
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(Y/N): Raph, I need some advice.
Raph: You need advice from ME?
(Y/N): Yeah, frightening, isn't it?
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(Y/N): *sighs* I have no friends...
Raph:
Raph: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
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Leo: You need to stop swearing so much.
Raph: Shut the fuck up.
Leo: Yeah, that's not how you do it.
Raph: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.
Leo: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.
Raph: Shit the beep up.
Leo:
Raph: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!
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Raph: *is throwing stones at (Y/N)'s window*
(Y/N): You have a phone for a reason, Raph!
*THUD*
(Y/N): DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!
#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2012 x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#gn!reader#tmnt raph x reader#tmnt 2012 raph x reader#raph x reader#tmnt 2012 raph#2k12 raph x reader#2k12 raph
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Sharing is Caring Chapter 2: School
Dewey dropped Tatum and I off at the high school the next day.
Dewey had told us about Casey Beckers and Steve Orths death. Casey was my bully so I can't help but feel a bit relieved that she's gone. During the day today Sheriff Burke and Dewey would talk to each student about Casey. To get more information about Casey.
Tatum and I went to find Sidney. She's our childhood best friend. We had to give Sidney the news.
"Hey." I said. "Maddie,Tatum what's going on?" Sidney asked. "You don't know?" I asked. " Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night." Tatum said. "What" Sidney said. "Its so sad. Dewey said they are gonna interrogate the school." I said. "They think the schools involved?" Sidney asked. "They don't know." Tatum said.
We went our separate ways going to homeroom. After 20 minuets of class the teacher came over to me. "Maddie. Its your turn." Mrs. Smith said. I nodded and walked to the principals office.
I knocked on the door. Principal Himbry opened the door and started petting my hair. 'God this guys a creep. At least Deweys here.' I thought to myself. I sat down in a chair.
" Sheriff Burke, Dewey." I said. "Sorry Mad its Deputy Riley for right now. " Dewey said. I nodded. Our mom told Tatum and I to treat him like a man of the law when he wears that badge. "Sir could you please stop toughing my sister like that?" Dewey asked. Principal Himbry stopped. They then asked me a few questions. Like what my relationship with Casey was,if I knew anyone that would want revenge on Casey.
I left the office after a few minutes and went on with the rest of my day. After school I sat with the friend group near the fountain. The friend group is Billy,Stu,Randy,Sidney, Tatum and I. I'm dating Randy. Stu and Sidney are my best friends. Tatum is my twin sister. Tho I don't really like Billy.
We were talking about Casey Beckers death. "There's no way a girl could've killed them." Stu said. Tatum slapped him."That's so sexist." I said. "Ow. They were gutted. It takes a man to do something like that." Stu said. "How do you gut someone?" Sidney asked. She meant how do you handle that emotionally but Stu didn't understand that. "You take a knife-" Stu started. Billy gave him a look which shut him up.
"How do you know that?"Randy asked. " Are you saying that I killed her?" Stu asked. "Where were you last night?" Randy asked. "Stu was with me last night. Tatum said. " Yeah I was" Stu said. "Oh? Was that before or after?" Randy asked. "Where were you last night?" Tatum asked. "I was with Maddie." Randy said. I nodded.
Randy didn't notice the jealous death glares Billy and Stu were giving him.
#yandere#yanderestumacher#yandere billy loomis#yandere boy#stu macher#billy loomis#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#stu macher x y/n#stu macher x you#billy loomis x you#billy loomis x y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#scream
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Holy crap! 700!!! 😱
Congratulations Casey. You did so well. Also hapoy anniversary... Can’t believe it’s already a year that you are here and almost as long that we talk to each other. It git better with every month 😏
Fingers crossed 🤞 that I am one of the 15 lucky one’s to get a prompted fic from you.
If so... I'd like to suggest:
Thorn: "I'm not jealous.... you're just mine."
I want to see that sweet boy with his cute smile when he whispers these words.
(Also... I'm old enough for the naughty list - give me the good stuff 👀)
CARO MY DEARRRRESTTTT!!!! I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! I hope you can forgive me and that I've at least made it up to you a little bit with this Thorn piece that I genuinely enjoyed writing? You've been so kind to me from the start and I'm so grateful to know you! Thanks for sticking around! <3
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smutttt, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex between partners (wrap it up friends), slight angst? Jealous Thorn
WC: 1.3K
“Have a good night.” Fox grins at you as you tell him to have a good night and that you’ll see him in the morning.
“You as well sir.” You smile politely and then turn as Fox’s door slides shut, finding Thorn with his arms crossed.
You look around subtly to make sure no one is around before going to kiss him but he turns his head slightly so you catch the corner of his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Your eyebrows furrow with confusion.
He’s quiet for a moment and you start to think about all the things you’ve said to him over the last few days, just hoping you’ve not upset him. He’s not normally one to get upset over silly little things. But right now, he looks irritated.
“Thorn.” You run your hands up the cool plastoid armor of his arms and try to get him to uncross his arms.
“I saw the way Fox was looking at you.” Thorn grips your hips and backs you up against your desk.
“And?” You raise your eyebrows with a slight shrug. “What about it?”
Thorn’s eyes darken as he towers over you. “And I don’t appreciate it.”
“Aw.” You tease him, running your thumb over his lip. “I didn’t know you got jealous, Thorn.”
He lets out a humorless chuckle as his hand slides up your stomach, over your chest, finding your throat and gently pressing in. “Oh, cyar’ika…” He grins, devilishly. “I’m not jealous. You’re just mine.”
Before you can say anything, his lips crash to yours. You moan softly against him, making him smirk into the kiss.
“Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” His voice is raspy and low with need and you think you know immediately where this is headed.
“I’m yours.” You whimper as his free hand finds your clothed warmth, his thumb rubbing mindlessly over your clit, making the fabric catch in a way that sends heat throughout your veins. “Only yours.”
“That’s right.” He pulls you off the desk momentarily, pushing you down to your knees. “You wanna prove it?”
You grin up at him with a nod, immediately undoing his codpiece, sending it clattering to the floor as you palm his hardened length. You glance at Fox’s closed office door, knowing he’s probably already snoring, but definitely not wanting to get caught.
Thorn doesn’t care though, it seems. He pulls his length out of his body suit and starts to press toward your lips, encouragingly.
“Go on.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “Show me that you belong to me.”
You take Thorn’s hardened length in your hand, giving him two slow pumps making his lips part as he watches you. When you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, he presses further and your jaw relaxes instantly, prepared to take all of him.
“So pretty on your knees for me.” He praises you as you take him further in your mouth. “Feels so fuckin’ good, cyar’ika.”
You hum around him, taking him as far as you can until you're met with blonde curls against your nose. You constrict your throat around him and he groans loudly. Giving him a swift smack to the thigh with your eyes darting toward Fox’s door.
Thorn chuckles. “You afraid of getting caught like this? With my cock down that pretty throat of yours?”
He starts thrusting slightly and you moan around him, swirling your tongue around the veins of his cock. His grip in your hair tightens and you can tell he’s struggling to let you keep control. The realization turns you on more than you knew it could and you run your hands up his thighs until you find the base of his cock, twisting slightly as you continue bobbing your head on him.
“Osik…” He groans, watching as you pull away with a trail of spit following with you. “So fucking pretty.”
His sounds go straight to your warmth and you clench around nothing, knowing you’re already soaked for him.
“Maybe I should make you prove that you belong to me?” You tease with a smirk.
“That can be arranged.” He pulls you up and guides you to your desk.
You watch as he pulls your underwear down and drops them to the floor, loving the way his large hands look against your skin. He’s always been so good with his hands, but right now, you need his cock.
“You want it?” Thorn teases your soaked cunt with the tip of his cock.
“Please… Thorn.” You look up at him with wide needy eyes.
“Fuck I love the way you say my name.” He groans softly, leaning over to kiss you again.
You feel him line himself up with you as he sinks in deeply, causing you both to moan against each other’s mouths, hotly. He slides his arm underneath you and lifts slightly so that he can push further into you and your fingers find your clit, rubbing firm circles as he starts to thrust and you try your best to keep your sounds low.
“Maker, you’re so fucking hard.” You whisper, resting your head against his.
“You have no idea.” He chuckles.
“You should get jealous more often.” You tease, holding onto his neck.
“I told you…” He starts thrusting harder. “I wasn’t jealous.”
“Sure.” You roll your eyes, from his thrusting or his lie, you don’t know.
All you know is that this feels fucking amazing and you can’t even bring yourself to care that literally anyone could walk by and catch Commander Thorn giving it to you rough and dirty, all for being jealous of another commander.
You start to feel that warm familiar feeling pool into your stomach and you know you’re so close. He pushes you on your back and replaces your own fingers with his own. You can’t help but watch as he pulls his fingers away, spits on your soaked cunt, and then returns his fingers.
“Tell me you’re mine.” You repeat his words, grinning up at him as you clench around him. “Just like I’m yours.”
“Oh fuck…” He groans, filling you up a little sooner than he wanted. “I’m yours, love. All yours. Always.”
His words send you over your edge with him, causing you to run your fingers up into his blond locks, and grip tightly as you cum hard around his cock, whimpering and begging for him. He groans softly, loving the way your fingers feel in his scalp and the way your voice gets when you cum. He’ll never get over it.
You kiss him again before he pulls out gently, grabbing a few tissues to clean you up before himself. He hands you your underwear and you toss them back to him.
“Keep them. I was thinking about you a lot all day so they’re probably… ahem… good material for later.” You chuckle.
“You’re too perfect.” Thorn chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead and then your cheek, finally settling on your lips. “Let me walk you home before anyone realizes I’m gone.”
He gathers up your bag, and offers his arm, guiding you to the lift. This thing between the two of you may be secret but you both know that one day, when this stupid war is over, the hope of your freedom to be with each other is what keeps you going at the end of the day.
When Thorn gets you back to your apartment, he lingers in the doorway just a little longer than normal and you notice.
“I’m sorry for getting jealous earlier.” He murmurs, leaning in your doorway, twirling your hair and then tracing his finger down your jaw.
“It’s okay.” You reach up and kiss him, squeezing his other hand. “I hope you know you have nothing to worry about, though. I mean it when I say it… I’m only yours.”
He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing you in, finally feeling all the worries fade into the background. “And I’m yours.”
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omg first of all i have to say you are my favorite writer!! could i pls have some donnie angst?? maybe like casey tells him about how reader died in the future and he gets really scared and sad and clingy?? feel free to ignore if this is too weird or anything lol. i appreciate you💖
omgosh had so much fun with this oneeeee >:))
literally are you serious "favorite writer"?? shut up get out of here 😭😭😭😭 I'm like. so flattered.
this one is dedicated to you random anon who told me i was your favorite writer I APPRECIATE YOU
okay SO this isn't *exactly* what you requested but it's what came out when I sat down to write, I hope it's okay :') ~enjoy~
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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Donatello x female reader ~ tw/cw: um graphic character death, gore, violence, in a flashback. yee
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Casey spins in his chair.
“This is cool,” he hums, happily. “We don’t have… spinny chairs in the future.”
“A shame,” Donnie mumbles. “I’m so sorry.”
He continues soldering.
Casey continues spinning.
“By the way,” Donnie says, half-absentmindedly, “you never did tell me more about my future. I’m extremely curious. You said ‘one of the most brilliant scientific minds ever’?”
Casey giggles. “Yep. I sure did.”
“Tell me more,” Donnie coos. “I’m listening. My beautiful brain can listen and work at the same time.”
Casey smiles at him, and picks at his nails awkwardly.
You’re dead. You died. Heroic, beautiful sacrifice. Dead.
“Everyone uses your tech,” he says. “Well, everyone in the resistance. You worked so hard for hours and hours and hours making weapons, and armor, and gadgets, and… and everyone uses them. Your name is kind of a word, actually. If you call someone a ‘real Donatello’ it means that they’re smart, or crafty, or good with machines.”
Donnie breaks into a devious grin.
“Oh, I like that,” he says. “A ‘real Donatello.’ We’re going to tell my brothers about that.”
He falls silent for a moment, and Casey chews on his nail.
Dead, he thinks again, dead dead dead dead dead
“By the way,” Donnie starts, in a voice that’s so so loud and confident Casey immediately recognizes it as his I-am-very-nervous voice (His Donnie had used this voice often), “um, by the way. Not to try to invade her privacy, or her future. I just want to know. Y/n. How do things turn out with me and Y/n? You see, we’re dating, currently, and I do really like her, but I’m scared. Horrendously scared. (That means very scared. You looked confused, right there. Horrendously scared means very scared.) I’m frightened of her and I’m frightened of her caring about me and I’m frightened of the way I care about her. So, um. I’m wondering. Is it worth it? Does it pay off? Will we… you know, end up together? Old and gray? Or will she leave me? Will I get too annoying for her, or does she stop needing me, or --”
“She loves you.”
Donnie pauses, his soldering iron hovering just above his work. “She does?”
“She does. She loves you.”
Casey hears Donnie let out a small subconscious breath of relief, and he curls his fingers around themselves, and continues.
“Do you… do you want to hear more?” he asks, and Donnie nods slightly.
“You get married,” he says. “You’re together for three years and then you get married. Like you said, afraid of love, right? So you would have taken longer than three years, I bet, except that the world has been overrun by Krang overlords, and she almost dies, and then you ask her to marry you. So then you get married. And you’re very very happy together. All the aunties coo about it, ya know? How perfect you two are.” He smiles softly. “Perfect together.”
Donnie is working at his tech, his fingers shaky, and finally he just sets it down and turns to face Casey, pulling off his protective gloves and flipping up his goggles.
“Married,” he says, dreamily, and his cheeks are flushing red. “So she likes me? She really does? And she stays with me.”
“She stays with you.”
“Oh my GALILEO. OH MY --”
Casey can’t help smiling as he watches his uncle fumbling over his words and fumbling over his own body as he tries to figure out what to do with himself. He finally just tumbles off of his chair and shrieks on the floor, giggling, raising all of his limbs to the sky in celebration.
“We get MARRIED,” he announces to the ceiling, letting himself relax against the floor. “Mr. and Mrs. Hamato. That’s my WIFE. Don’t you touch my WIFE. Get your hands off of my WIFE.”
Casey chuckles slightly.
Dead dead dead dead dead you’re both dead you’re both dead dead dead dead dead
“That’s so awesome,” Donnie hums. “Oh my blueberry cream cheese muffins. I feel… bubbly inside. I… I do like her. Very much. I care for her, so much. And I know she cares for me but it’s still… hard to comprehend. Hard to believe. But she marries me. She marries me.”
She dies in your arms.
“She marries you,” Casey repeats, feeling his muscles start to tense.
You’re dead. You’re both dead. You’re all dead.
Donnie stares at the ceiling, limp and happy.
“Maybe I should tell her the extent of my care for her,” he says, slowly. “Maybe I should let myself open up like that. To her. Starting now. Not waiting for years. Not waiting until I’m ‘ready.’ Just telling her now. I know she’s ready for it now. She is.”
Casey picks at his nails some more, his brain fighting with his heart. Donnie deserves to know, one of them argues, and the other screams back. They’re red-hot and furious, warring inside of his body, silent and fuming and destructive.
“Does… does she seem happy? With me?”
“So happy.”
“And she loves me?”
“So much.”
Donnie rests his hands on his chest.
“Casey?” he says, quietly. “I’m sorry. I know, I know, I know that this is the worst possible thing to ask. But, um, you’re from the end of the world. How… how long does she last?”
Casey shushes both his brain and his heart and lets the tongue take over.
“Why do you assume the end of the world means everyone dies?” he huffs. “I’m still here!”
His brain and his heart start yelling at him again.
Donnie props himself up on his elbows.
“Casey. Please. I want to know. I need to know. I don’t know why, I just… I just do. How much time do I have with her? I need to know.”
“You -- you have a good life with her, okay? Why --”
“So she does die,” Donnie says, quietly. “She dies. How? When? How old is she? What happens?”
“Donnie, I don’t think this is a good --”
“Tell me,” Donnie says. “Please. I won’t tell her. I just… I just want to know how long we’ll have.”
Casey lowers himself off of his own chair, and sits cross-legged on the ground in front of Donnie, who’s already pulled himself up into a sitting position. Donnie stares at his hands and picks at his sleeves and rocks, back and forth.
“I’m ready,” he says.
“Donnie, are you --”
“I’m ready,” he says.
Casey inhales. He’s been wanting to tell him this, anyway. About his death. About all of their deaths. He thinks that Donnie deserves to know. He thinks that they all deserve to know.
“She dies from a Krang infection,” he says. As soon as she saw the biogrowth seeping into her body from the bloody, gory gash left in her thigh, she gasped and screamed your name.
You desperately fumbled in your medkit for the antidote. But you’d run out. You’d used it all in the battle.
You looked up at her. She saw it in your eyes.
Kill me, she begged, grabbing your wrists. Please. Kill me.
You refused, your heart pounding, your hands shaking. You wouldn’t kill her. You wouldn’t kill your wife, the love of your life. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. How could you ever face yourself again?
Donnie, she begged. Please. PLEASE.
You shook your head, and she began to mutate. Tentacles rippling along one of her arms, and she shrieked with pain.
DONNIE, she screamed, DONNIE, PLEASE.
And you plunged your dagger into her heart.
Twisted. Pulled. Stabbed again, and again, and again, until her blood streamed hot and red over your hands and the tentacles stilled.
Donnie, she whispered, her mouth beginning to bleed. Donnie.
And she touched your face with one trembling hand.
I love you, she whispered. I love you, Donnie. I love you.
And you didn’t tell her that you loved her back. It haunts you, it haunts you, it haunts you. But her blood was still painting your hands and the sick was swelling in your throat and you didn’t speak and you felt her heart slow and stop, felt the blood stop running.
You turned and vomited until you could not think.
Donnie stares at him, his eyes big.
“A Krang infection,” he whispers.
“It’s very common,” Casey adds. “Sorry, I know that doesn’t make it better at all, just --”
“What about me?” Donnie asks.
“Oh, that I won’t tell you the specifics of,” Casey says.
“But I do die.”
“Yes.” He tightens his fingers around his knees. “Yes, you do die. After her. You get her for her entire life.”
You died in battle. Fiery sacrifice. You didn’t think twice about rushing into danger, anymore. The resistance still needed you, desperately, but you were drowning too deeply in your own grief to pay attention to anyone but yourself.
You sacrificed yourself, and died. Took out quite a few Krang, and an entire armory, but yourself as well. You were sorely missed by your two remaining brothers, and April, and, of course, me.
Donnie stares at his hands, flexing them, turning them over and over.
“You get so much time together,” Casey offers. Like a man extending a dried chicken bone to a starving dog.
Donnie pounds one fist against the side of the nearest desk.
“Stupid Krang!” he shouts. “Taking her from me! Taking our future from us! This is why we need to stop them. To stop this. To stop any of this. So many people lost their families to the Krang, right?? So many! And we need to stop that! So we can have a normal future! So EVERYONE can have a normal future!” He crosses his arms over his chest and hunches over. “I just… I just want a normal future with her. Three kids, a mansion, summers in Venice, fourteen Nobel prizes, complete acceptance into society as a mutant and hybrid mutant-human family. That’s all I want. Heck, I’d take the suburbs! Just for her! And instead I get a dum-dum Krang future with a dum-dum tragic end to our dum-dum happy marriage! No happily ever afters for Donnie, no siree, and none for Y/n especially. Don’t get too comfortable with her, Donnie, she’s going to die anyway. You’re going to die anyway. Ugh.” And he rests his face on his knees.
“But you’re happy?” Casey tries, desperately. His heart is pounding. He feels so, so useless. And bad. Look at Casey, bad bad harbinger Casey, bringing us prophecies of doom that he’s personally seen fulfilled. Why didn’t he just keep his big fat mouth shut?
Donnie lifts his face to look at Casey. There are tears in his eyes, hot angry tears.
“But we die,” he whispers.
“You die anyways.”
“But we die early.”
“But you’re happy. It’s the end of the world, Donnie, and people are dying all around you, and the Krang have taken over everything, and you’re sleeping in caves and eating rats and you and Y/n are together and you’re happy and you’re a little bit of light in each other’s dark, dark apocalyptic world! Don’t you see?? You’re so happy together!! Without each other, you’re so… so BROKEN! When she died, you were so BROKEN! No light inside! No life inside! And then YOU DIED and it was ALL SO BAD but, see, the times when you were together?? THAT’S what mattered! You being together! You were so happy!! So good together!!”
Donnie’s eyes are big.
“I think I need a moment to myself,” he mumbles, and Casey awkwardly stands up and leaves.
#rottmnt#rottmnt fanfiction#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donnie x reader#my writing
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Fylass In Wonderland - Final - Respite (TW: MENTIONS OF MENTAL DISORDERS)
Fylass felt as if the area was different, even though they had their eyes closed; their back was laying down on a soft texture, and they realized that it was their bed, since the feeling was far too familiar for it not to be true; their head was sideways, on a soft pillow, and it felt like if Fylass could be able to just rest and sleep, but instead, they opened up their eyes…
Only to see Celesta right in front of them.
Fylass screamed out of reflex, waking her up instantly, surprisingly enough, but the shock was so big that Fylass fell out of their bed, like a ragdoll of unreal size, and now they were on the floor, with a hurting head that felt like if it was going to split open, but that feeling passed away instantly when they were able to hear a voice, echoing in their bedroom; they were at home.
"FYLASS!" The kid got up as fast as they could to see the source of the distressed voice, only to see that Lucid was also in the room, and even if they weren’t able to stop smiling, his expression was clearly one of concern, but also relief; The man had those clothes that Fylass remembered perfectly, leaving to the conclusion that this was indeed, the Lucid he remembered.
"GUYS! COME HERE! THE KID WOKE UP!" Lucid yelled across the door of their bedroom, and immediately, many steps coming towards the room were heard, and soon enough, the ones that made those steps were revealed; Selene, Dolly, Twilight Knight, Kurabe, Mikuto, Fettuccine, Chaos, Pleiades, Blossom Dee, Wisp, Casey, Dero, Genesis, Verin, and Damian.
Fylass was surprised to see them all here, and it seemed that the others were too, but they had a look of shock, like if they have been expecting something for a long while, but never came, until now. "...Uh? G-Guys? What are you doing… here…?" Fylass felt as if they were still sleeping a bit, but even then, they all could see that they had tears on their eyes, or at least the majority, and as fast as they could, Selene, Twilight, Dolly, Pleiades, Blossom and Lucid ran towards them to hug them; the ones that they considered to be family.
"OH, FYLASS! I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK WITH US AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME!" Twilight Knight said.
"W-Woah, guys, w-what happens?"
"DUDE, YOU WERE ASLEEP FOR A WEEK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOR A SECOND!" Selene claimed, and Fylass couldn’t feel more surprised. Did they spend off that much time in Wonderland? Then they saw that they still had that brooch with the shape of a club on their sweater, and two and two clicked.
"I-I-..." Fylass wanted to say something, although the words never came out of their mouth; things were moving too fast.
"I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal for you to sleep for that long…" Celsta said, still on the floor, and when she got up, she knocked out some things, including a drawer that was locked shut.
"Thou art feeling okay? Thou need some more rest?" Dero said with concern. "Yeah! I don’t really think that sleeping for more than 72 hours would be good for you. Heck, I am more concerned with the fact that you can talk like that!" Casey said as well, oddly enough, but at the same time, it seemingly was normal to act like that when the niece of your friend has been in a comatose state.
"We even sent you to a hospital when you started to not wake up, and even then, they couldn’t do anything, and it didn’t help that we couldn’t let you stay in there for… disclosed reasons. Pleiades was fighting the staff when we didn’t got our way, and Fetty had to stop them." Kurabe said afterwards, with Pleiades being silent, and embarrassed. "If I am being honest, we wouldn't be able to notice your absence if Dolly didn’t visit you when you started to not pick up calls." Mikuto said.
"...Dolly just thought that you were asleep, or not in the mood to talk, but when she visited you the next day, and realized that you were still sleeping, she got worried and called some of the contacts you had on that note right next to the phone; even Genesis, even though she realized that they are a therapist, not a doctor, ehehe…" Dolly said.
"That is okay, I guess… Although I was bound to come here sooner or later." Genesis said with worry.
"...I just came here since there were so many people around your house, and thought that something important was happening." Chaos said.
"...Either way…" Lucid said. "Are you okay, kid? Are you feeling hurt? Do you need something? Or better yet, you know what you did to fall asleep for that long?" Fylass was having mixed feelings thanks to all of this; they didn’t know that they were gone for that long, and soon enough, the guilt of the events that were happening prior to this was happening to sink in their head, and the tears started to appear, silently.
"Fy? A-Are you okay-" Twilight Knight said.
"I was dreaming…"
The group was confused. "D-Dreaming? Since when do dreams last that long?" Selene questioned.
"...I’ll explain l-later, but first…" Fylass was struggling to talk, as more and more tears started to leak in; their adventure made them remember a lot of things that they made sure to forget, but at this point, the penguin was feeling grateful for that, even though that sorrow, guilt and grief came back thanks to those awful memories. "I need to show you something…"
Fylass wiped away the tears on their eyes, and slowly started to walk towards a bookshelf, and took one of the books from it. It was dusty compared to the rest of the books, like if it wasn’t touched in a long time.
"...You are going to read us a story?" Pleiades said, as Fylass suddenly took out a small key that looked exactly the same as the key of the club that they used to get out of Wonderland, hidden between its dusty and old pages. "Wait, you had a secret room and you didn’t tell us?!" Casey said with a bit of mischievousness, and Fylass couldn’t tell if it was sarcastic or not, but nonetheless, they stayed silent and used the small key in the locked drawer that Celesta dropped when she got up. She was a bit embarrassed.
"...B-Be prepared for what you’re about to see."
Fylass used their trembling hand to open the now unlocked drawer, and with the rest of the group watching with curiosity and concern, Fylass pulled out an old, dusty folder from it.
"...Kid?" Lucid said.
"...Please forgive me for not telling this…" Fylass said as they took out two medical reports that belonged to the kid; the first one being the same medical report that they found in the Card Castle of Wonderland.
"The following is an early observation that I, XXXXXX XXXXX, made on your child,
Fylass Paragon Astralio, after the recent termination of xxxxxx xxxxx, two weeks ago,
which was a very hard investigation due to the lack of motivation the child had when
trying to get out of his room, but this is what I found:
The patient is going through a severe case of hysteria, along with depression with symptoms like constantly changing mood, painful crying, among other unnerving issues. The problem went worse however, since this last week, the symptoms have gotten from seizures with unknown origin, banging his head towards a concrete wall at the point of it starting to crack, to plucking out their own feathers in fits of rage.
Amongst all of this, he seemingly is going through symptoms very similar to the ones of lunacy and schizophrenia, since from what I could gather from his words, he was hearing XXXXXX's voice everywhere he was looking. The last day I tried to check on him was even worse, since they were starting to play around with knives along with some other dangerous equipment in the kitchen, and somehow managed to pierce through the walls of it.
This is not mocking matters anymore, XXXX XXXXXXXXX, since this plan of yours is starting to become something incredibly disturbing, and I know perfectly what is going to happen and you, sir, don't listen to me, although you never do, sadly.
What can I only hope for, is that you act fast. In all regards,
XXXXXX XXXXX, Mental Health Department."
…Although there was a second medical report that looked much more recent than the first one.
"EPICRISIS
Fylass Paragon Astralio - Age: 11 years old
Upon getting some more research on their side by their caretaker, it can be safely concluded that the patient suffers from Severe Depression, Hysteria, Good Child Syndrome, Lunacy, Dissociation, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Dependent Personality Disorder and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
These disorders have led the patient to several odd and disturbing behaviors, such as painful crying, self-destructive behavior, dissociative amnesia, hallucinations, emotional dysregulation, among many others."The rest of the epicrisis is totally scratched out by chalk, making it impossible to read.
As the group was seeing these reports, their faces went from ones of curiosity, from ones of shock and concern. All of them looked at Fylass, which was looking down on the floor, and before they could say a thing, Fylass spoke up.
"Whenever I sleep, I dream of a world where I am happy, and go on adventures with all of you; a world that served as my way to ignore the fact that I was ill, because I feared that you guys would abandon me when I told you about these, but I can’t keep doing this anymore… It hurts me so much, but I didn’t want to speak up, I didn’t want to lose you, I didn’t want to be alone, not again…"
"...Fylass…" Dolly was the first one to speak up, but before she could say another thing, Fylass broke down in tears; a painful crying that would break even the heart of a demon due to the sheer pain coming out of those sobs.
"PLEASE, FORGIVE ME!" Those were the words that Fylass was able to pronounce as they kept on crying; Fylass thought that this was the point where they would just leave them be, again to be alone in a home where only they lived due to the fear of making their mere existence, a burden for another, but the kid felt a warm hug that sheltered them from the cold, painful air that was on their lungs, unsurprisingly enough, their friends and family were hugging them, or at least the majority.
"I-I am so sorry…" Selene said. "We didn’t know we felt that way..." The rest of them were saying more things along those lines, but the guilt from Fylass wasn’t stopping, and it didn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon, although, at least it seemed to get better. The group was comforting them as best as they could, and even the ones that didn’t understand that pain to the fullest were doing their best to say the correct words for them.
After some minutes, the group stopped, as Fylass ceased to cry, and after some seconds of silence, Genesis spoke up.
"...Er, Fylass, are you free for a therapy session tomorrow?"
Fylass was still in a gloomy mode, but they nodded in silence.
"...Okay then, I’ll book a session with you for tomorrow, if that’s okay with you." Fylass nodded again, and seconds later, they said something.
"I-I should probably make food, m-my legs are hurting but this may make me feel better…"
"What?! No, we’ll make it for you!"
"I-It’s not that necessary, please. I c-can do it on my own…"
"Thanks from what we know, and your experiences, we just can’t let you do that on your own, man!" Mikuto said.
"..." Fylass sat down on their bed, not being able to say anything, but they seemed to be about to say, "thank you" or something along the lines. Part of the group went down to cook something for dinner, as some others stayed with Fylass just to talk.
Fylass didn’t want things to be different, but atleast, this change might be a good one at last. They know that Wonderland is still in their head, and it’s more than likely that they will visit it soon, but at this point, Fylass only cares about the time with their friends now; they will explain their experiences in Wonderland when they felt comfortable with Genesis and the rest.
From the distance though, a figure was there, watching in the distance.
"...Interesting." It was Singularity.
"It seems that the story didn’t end badly, at least in my standards."
"...Although, I expected more explanations about some events. I do know them already, but they don’t know. Not even Fylass knows.
"...I assume we always can’t get the things we all want."
"It’s okay though."
"...This ending could be a happy one in my eye."
"...Although, I have the feeling this story is not over. This gives me hope to get a much more fulfilling ending."
"...What do you think?"
THE END
Phew! This was a long journey, but at last, it's all over. Thank you so much for reading this story to the end, and... Let's hope you're prepared to see my next stories...
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What do you mean there's an extra chapter?
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My thoughts on episode 4
Yay recap
IS OB GONNA BE A MAJOR PLAYER THIS EPISODE?!
Uh oh
WHAT DO YOU KNOW MINUTES
shorter intro today- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK
are we seeing raw time?
Minutes you’d better shut the fuck up
Oh dear
Time for WHAT
OH NO
OH MY GOD RAVONNA IS A FUCKING GODDESS I AM SO GONE
minutes is out of her head okay
*shovels candy into my mouth because period*
Hi Victor :)
IS VICTOR GONNA HAVE A MEETING WITH OB I WILL SOB
B15 MY WIFE
Aww Mobius you’re so cute
Haha Loki is so funny
I’m gonna start saying la di da
B15 makes me so weak lemme just perish
No forgiving and forgetting. We resent and remember.
Chocolate. Soup.
Victor is so relatable
CASEY AND OB ARE SO CLOSE RIGHT NOW JUST KISS BOTH OF YOU
HE KNOWS HIM
THEY KNOW EACH OTHER
OB IS LOSING HIS SHIT
A SNAKE EATING ITS OWN TAIL HE FUCKING SAID IT
I am crying
BROMANCE
OB IS ME
I AM OB
oh this is the scene from the credits
Sylvie my wife
SOMEONE
HER LITTLE SMILE
“And ruined my life” get her son
Loki has to do it
HA HE STRAIGHT UP VOLUNTEERED HIS HUSBAND DIDNT HE
ITS GORGEOUS
“It’s wearing a helmet it doesn’t look like anyone!”
MY SONS ARE BONDING
PIE WHILE WE WAIT
Sylvie just calm down
Sylvie please leave your brother in law alone
SYLVIE STOP
LOKI WHY ARE YOU LEAVING TOO
Brad stfu. Stop it.
BEA’S HERE
I’m calling her Bea now. It’s easier and more humanizing than a number.
Bea don’t trust them.
PIE LAND IM DECEASED
“About Mobius” YEAH? YOUR HUSBAND?
Just so we’re clear, we need to get you a therapist, babygirl.
What are the hets on? I see no chemistry between Loki and Sylvie
Oh Loki spitting facts
Hope is hard. Damn that breaks me.
We are gods
Why are you getting closer
LOKI STEP THE FUCK BACk
Oh he’s walking away there we go
Thank god I was about to have a cardiac arrest
“I know, I have been working on myself” minutes I will sob what are you up to now
MINUTES DONT
OH MY GOD STOP ALL OF THIS I AM SCARED
MINUTES’ UNHINGED GRIN WHAT IS GOING ON
BRAD HELP THEM
oh my god
Oh my god I heard that
Oh my god they’re all dead
Oh my god
Oh my god (x99)
Oh no
OB is so cute I’m keeping him in my pocket
Nothing is connecting
Bea look away please
Oh no no no
Blub blub blub goes the cocoa machine :D
He’s so kind to Dee Dee
I’m just gonna start naming all of them.
OH NO NO NO
BRAD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
I JUST NAMED HIM I WAS ATTATCHED
Ouroboros what do you mean again did Mobius download Tetris once
This is all horrible
Smart Sylvie
Oh Loki is about to fuckin lose it
You’re going to put him in the room with Minutes?!
OH RAVONNA
“You’re gonna talk when I say you can, and only then” oh my word…*fanning myself with my hands*
RAVONNA I-
MOMMY- SORRY
oh no this is the scene from episode one
LOKI FROM EPISODE ONE
LOKI IS GONNA PRUNE LOKI
smart Sylvie :)
Oh my god it’s exactly the scene from episode one
Sylvie is so pretty I’m gonna cry
OH THAT WAS A NOISE
LOKI PRUNED LOKI!
THIS IS A TWIST!!!
OH THAT LOOK-
THAT HAS TO BE SO CONFUSING FOR SYLVIE NGL
that little flinch help me
“Huh?”
Pick up the damn phone
OB!
reboot the system please
Oh Casey don’t do that
TURN IT OFF
hehe minutes is fucking lost
well that was ominous
Get fucked Brad
Oh I know Loki’s gonna have the fangirls raving
NO RAVONNA!!!!
RAVONNA COME BACK MY BELOVED
Ob thank god you’re back I am suffering some emotional whiplash
Loki is gonna have to go out there…
No no we need more Lokius hurt comfort Victor step the fuck down
Oh come ON
WHY IS OB SO TINY HE COULD FIT RIGHT IN MY POCKET
I just realized that- OH MY GOD TIMELY
WHY IS EVERYTHING EXPLODING
LOKI GET MOBIUS TO SAFETY
if this is the end of the episode-
OH MY FUCKING GOD
#loki#loki season 2#lokius#loki series#loki laufeyson#mobius#loki odinson#loki x mobius#mobius m mobius#marvel
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simplicity and other myths - chapter one
Alex Cabot came careening back into her life like a car into a wall. Big pieces of brick littered the floor around her. Olivia just stood stunned on the sidewalk.
cabenovak. mature. ao3.
Alex Cabot came careening back into her life like a car into a wall. Big pieces of brick littered the floor around her. Olivia just stood stunned on the sidewalk.
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Casey was awoken around midnight by the buzzing of her phone. Olivia, she knew before she checked it.
“Hey, Liv,” Casey said in a sleep-filled voice.
“Hey,” came Olivia’s voice. There was no way she’d been to sleep yet, Casey thought. “Are you awake?”
I am now, Casey thought, but said simply “Yes.”
“Can I come over?”
“Of course,” said Casey. When she hung up the phone she considered tidying her room a little, but decided she couldn’t be bothered. Olivia wouldn’t mind a few pairs of underwear on the floor or a couple glasses on the nightstand. She lay in bed until Olivia arrived. She buzzed her up and waited in the living room in her ratty pajamas, water in hand. She heard Olivia’s footsteps growing louder in the hallway and opened the door before she had a chance to knock.
As soon as she entered they were all over each other. Olivia clearly had a bad day, but she tried to spare Casey the details now that she had decided not to go back to the DA’s office. It had been on and off since she came back to New York, since they ran into each other at a coffee shop. They were not under the impression that anybody was in love with each other, but it wasn’t just sex. Casey liked being friends with Olivia.
“You alright?” Casey checked in.
“Fine,” breathed Olivia, “a little pissed.” She left it at that.
“What are you feeling tonight?”
“Hm,” Olivia said, starting to push Casey into the bedroom, “what are you feeling?”
“I’m just along for the ride,” said Casey, flopping onto her unmade bed.
“Okay,” said Olivia, taking off her shirt. Casey admired her abs, the black bra she wore. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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“Liv, coffee?” Casey said, popping her head into her bedroom where Olivia was beginning to wake up.
“Sure.” Olivia sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“Two minutes.”
“How dare you offer me coffee and not have it ready?” Olivia said.
“I didn’t want to waste the extra cup if you didn’t want it.”
“Like you wouldn’t drink it.”
“Shut up and be grateful or I’ll pour it down the sink.”
Olivia threw a pillow at Casey, who dodged it and threw it right back.
“Is this the off day this week?” Casey asked once mugs were in hands. Olivia hadn’t rushed out of bed at six AM so she assumed it was. Casey was freelancing for a while and was between contracts.
“Yes,” said Olivia. “Blessedly. Yesterday threw me for a goddamn loop. You’ll never guess who’s back in town.”
“Oh yeah? Anyone I know?”
“Sort of,” said Olivia. “Alex.” Casey’s jaw dropped.
“Cabot?”
“That one.”
“She’s back? But,” Casey trailed off.
“Apparently she’s been here for quite a while.”
“And she didn’t call you?” Casey asked. Olivia put her mug in the sink. She stretched her arms above her head and shook it. “Crazy. Do you want breakfast?”
“Breakfast sounds great. I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch.” Casey resisted the urge to lecture.
“I don’t have anything in the fridge,” Casey said. “Bagels?”
“Bagels,” Olivia said in agreement.
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“So what’s she like now?”
“Different, but the same,” said Olivia. “The tenacity is there. But I can tell she’s been through a lot. And she’s older of course, calmer. Like the rest of us. It was super awkward when she showed up at the crime scene unannounced like, like it was totally normal.”
Casey nodded. Her phone rang. “Ugh,” she said, “it’s a client.”
Olivia waved to Casey’s phone and took a bite of her bagel. Casey answered.
“Good morning to you too, Mr. Smith,” she said. “No, no, I’m not busy. What do you need?” Olivia tried to contain a laugh. Olivia’s phone rang. It was an unknown number, so she didn’t answer. Casey went back and forth with her client, who seemed like a real piece of work.
Then, the same number called again.
“Hello?” Olivia picked it up.
“Hey, Olivia,” came Alex’s unmistakable voice. “You still have the same number.”
“Hi, Alex,” she said. “I do.” She stood up from the table and stepped outside into the cool February air.
“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink tonight. Catch up.”
“Oh, now you’d like to?” Olivia said, snippier than she wanted to.
“I--” said Alex, “yes, I would.”
Olivia sighed. She may as well give her a chance.
“What did she want?” said Casey when Olivia rejoined her.
“She wants to get drinks tonight.”
“Now?”
“That was my reaction too.”
“Are you going to go?”
“Yeah,” said Olivia. “May as well.” Casey half-nodded half-shook her head, as if to say, alright. “What did Mr. Smith want?”
Casey rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don’t get me started. I want a latte.” Olivia ate the last bite of her bagel. It took them until after lunch to part. They hashed out their whole weeks, they previewed the one to come. Olivia agreed to come over for dinner on Tuesday and bring a bottle of wine.
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“I did miss you, you know,” Alex said with the first sip of her second glass of wine. It stung to hear. “I just, it was a lot to come back to myself. I wasn’t ready for a lot of people.”
“You weren’t ready for me,” Olivia said.
“No, Olivia. I wasn’t.” Alex had a touch of animosity in her tone. Olivia wanted to reach over the table and kiss her how she wished she had the first time, the second time she thought she was saying goodbye to her for good. Make up for lost time. Olivia could understand that.
“What were you ready for?”
“The law,” said Alex. “I missed the law so badly. I slowly started seeing my family. Friends…I worked on some of Serena’s cases for a little while. Got a taste of the other side of the aisle.” Olivia saw Serena on occasion. She was surprised she hadn’t gotten any sign that Alex was back. Alex must have kept herself away from anybody remotely associated with NYPD or the DA’s office.
“I’m glad you had some support,” said Olivia. She stared into her glass. She wished she could’ve been some of that support.
“I always wished we could’ve had a real chance, Olivia.” Olivia laughed: quick, bitter.
“You’re the one who didn’t give us a chance.” Alex nodded.
“Well, I wish I had.”
“Thanks,” said Olivia. An almost-apology a decade later. An awkward silence overtook them until Alex broke it.
“Are you, seeing anyone?” Alex asked. Was she about to ask her out?
“Not really,” said Olivia. “Sort of.”
“What does that mean, ‘sort of?’”
“I have an arrangement with someone,” said Olivia, “we’re not exactly together, but it works for us both.”
“That’s nice,” said Alex, a little deflated.
“Yeah,” said Olivia. She thanked herself for closing out. “I should be going. See you soon, Alex.” She stood up and pulled on her coat.
“See you,” said Alex.
If Olivia had turned around as she walked out, she would’ve seen Alex watch her the whole way.
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How Sonic 3 Can Fix Shadow the Hedgehog | The Nerd Stash
oh boy!
They brought him back for Heroes and Battle, which released almost simultaneously.
Not sure if I'd call the United Federations the US government, but that's neither here nor there.
Well, at least they've got the basic details right. tfw the bar is so low you're like "kudos" when they relay game information accurately
I feel like I'm missing something because I'm not sure what "Chaos Energy" engine is referring to. The Biolizard got hooked to some kind of life support machine, yes, but does it actually have a name?
Also, if Battle is to be believed, Gerald was researching the Emeralds sometime before Project Shadow, or perhaps in its early stages.
The Emerald research was kind of an overarching thread tying all of his research together. It's the only commonality linking Shadow, Black Doom, Emerl, the Biolizard, and the Eclipse Cannon.
Gerald says the colony was shut down under the premise that there had been an accident, implicating an element of subterfuge to the GUN raid.
A line from Doom's Eye in ShTH furthermore suggests foul play with the presence of a traitor aboard the ARK. However, the author of this article tends to discount ShTH on the basis that its Shadow portrayal is bad, so. :L
Cart before horse. The above passage implies Gerald somehow built the Eclipse Cannon before being imprisoned, when in actuality Shadow tells Eggman the opposite. The Cannon was secretly constructed aboard the ARK as one of multiple "weapons of mass destruction" being developed there.
"Darkness and anger are not all the things that make Shadow the character he is." - Coulda fooled me, the way fandom's been treating him lately.
Aaaaand here comes the Sega-bashing.
Also, with no disrespect intended, I somewhat press X to doubt that Pat Casey fully understands Shadow's character in SA2 if he's saying Shadow "will not be moved by words of friendship or compassion," considering it's famously Amy's words which remind him of his real promise to Maria (and I know people still cry bullshit at that, but nevertheless, it is the critical factor in his heel-face turn), and Rouge's words which nudged him along that path to a lesser extent.
Muh Begeta Shadow! Muh mandates!
I... am not entirely sure I would frame Shadow's actions in SA2 as "selfish" so much as deeply misguided.
Eggman's actions are selfish, yes, in that he's using Shadow and the Cannon to "dominate the world and build a legacy of [his] own," but I'm not sure how trying to fulfill what you believe to be your dead friend's wish is inherently selfish?
Also, mandatory nitpick but the Eclipse Cannon was neutralized when Knuckles called on the Master Emerald to stop the Chaos Emeralds. Shadow "sacrificed" himself to stop the Finalhazard, which Chaos Controlled out to the Cannon's barrel and fused with it with the intent to crash the colony into Earth.
(rolls eyes) You haven't explained how Shadow's previous traits were retconned or forgotten. You just recapped the end of SA2 and said Sega's pushing for muh Vegetable Shadow.
Yeah, your bias is showing. Because you think Shadow's quintessential character is confined to SA2 and other games don't count. You haven't said a lick about Heroes or Battle, let alone ShTH, '06, Rivals, or Forces.
Never mind how nonsensical it is to pine for Shadow to return to his SA2 characterization considering that Shadow is all about moving on, not being fixed in the past. And his SA2 self, as you've clearly outlined, was essentially brainwashed. He was never supposed to be that kind of person to begin with.
This is Sonic demanding Eggman go back to being brain-damaged Mr. Tinker levels of "but why aren't you the way I want you to be, though :c"
You'd rather he go back to the way he was when he was at his most vulnerable, and it's all just smoke and mirrors, dude.
No wonder people have been indulging this weird desire to inflict all manner of trauma on Shadow via his backstory lately; it's the only way they can get their hyper-idealized version of SA2!Shadow back.
God forbid he actually does stuff to move his own life forward like a character with agency, instead of being stuck in a phase of his life where terrible things are being done to him, like a passive trauma receptacle.
"Make Shadow great again," that's a new one. Fuck off with your Japanese shit about moving on with your life, SoJ, here in 'murica we repeat our characters' backstories until they become meaningless
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LWD: “Grade Point Average”
Okay, so I keep trying to give Emily the benefit of the doubt, and I know as a teenager, she would be VERY concerned about her reputation; but she’s far more concerned about her reputation (especially seeing how Casey hangs around her) than Casey’s problems, and that... bugs me.
EMILY. “It is. ...not hard at all!” EMILY. Gosh, I hope you improve. I am having vivid flashbacks to the way the girls in my MIDDLE SCHOOL treated me. We parted ways in high school; I was much happier and better off; BUT OH MY GOSH, EMILY. YOU ARE NOT SUPPORTIVE AT ALL. IT’S LIP-SERVICE; someone get her off my screen before I scream.
(I know, I know: she’s 15 and everything is about fitting in and being cool or at least flying under the radar, but come ON.)
“You speak English, don’t you?” / “Very goodly.” DEREK YOU ARE SO WITTY, I LOVE YOUR SMART MOUTH.
George’s description of Derek failing Grade One just sounds like a young boy with ADHD, honestly. And, I mean, I think it’s semi-confirmed canon that Derek’s birthday is in the late fall, right? (I HC it in early November) which means he really should haven’t started school until he was almost 6 anyways... Like. I know people whose birthdays are in September/October who didn’t start school for another year, because you are developing so so fast at that point in your life that a couple of months makes for a WORLD of difference.
Honestly, they shouldn’t make fun. I know it’s 2005 and such, but... 6 year old Derek sounds like an energetic, clever child with ADHD who is younger than everyone else in his class.
The more I see of George, the more I understand Derek.
Lizzie and Casey’s talk about being lame to change yourself, and how being a teenager is complicated is REAL TALK. Poor girls.
So, Nora is more aware than George that they are failing as parents — although she doesn’t word it that way. I feel like George thinks that as long as his kids are alive, healthy, and functioning, he’s done a good job as a parents, which... Yikes.
PAUL. I ADORE YOU.
Also: Casey is an overachiever even when it comes to underachieving. You ridiculous girl; what a nutcase (said with extreme fondness).
Them working together is going to be a disaster. I am super looking forward to it (also, also: Sam knows Derek way too well and it made me grin like a maniac.)
MARTI PURPOSELY MESSING UP THE ANIMAL SOUNDS IS THE BEST PRANK DEREK HAS EVER PULLED AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT.
Girly-girl Case suits her so much better than slacker-chic (and vice versa for Derek. I love it).
Derek, you pretend to be so cool and to not care about anything, but you’re so human with so many emotions. You are freaking out — and also rather betrayed by Casey using your slacker-tendencies to her advantage... And yet, not fighting her on this, because you know you made your own bed. So now... You harass Edwin. Poor, innocent Edwin.
THEY’RE DOING A PROJECT ON PERCY AND MARY SHELLEY???? THE MARRIED ROMANTIC WRITERS. DUDE. DUUUUUUUUDE.
(hey, didja know that Percy and Mary first did it on her mother’s gravesite? That’s pretty insane, huh. And that they ran away to France and then Switzerland together, all the while he was married to another woman? Their lives were insane.)
GEORGE. GEORGE. When your son comes to you for help — because that’s what Derek was DOING when he brought up his English class!!! — you don’t tell him that failure isn’t an option, YOU HELP HIM. HE NEEDS HELP. HELP HIM.
I HAVE EMOTIONS.
HE DEFENDED HER. THOSE JERKS WERE GONNA CALL HER A GRUB, AND DEREK SHUT THEM DOWN.
I mean, I know, I KNOW that Casey is the hero here, I know that she’s the one who saved Derek, but that’s not OOC for her. I think she wants to make nice with Derek, but Derek won’t let her. But Derek needs a 90, is honest with her, and she goes to work as a grub; and Derek could have just been quiet and smug and relieved; AND HE SPOKE UP AND SHUT THEM DOWN AND I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW.
“Derek’s wrong about a lot of things.” ...you know, George. When I was in my fifth year of university, I was writing a thesis for my English degree. I had a lot of trouble with the passive tense; and my professor/supervisor snapped at me, “How can you be in your fifth year of English and not know what the passive tense is?”
And I said, in one of the bravest moments of my life, “If I don’t understand the passive tense after all this time, that’s your failing as a teacher, not mine as a student.”
She shut up. She sat back. She took five minutes to teach me the passive tense; I understand it perfectly by the time her explanation was complete (no one had ever broken it down for me; they just assumed I knew it). I took back my draft, re-did it in the active tense, and the paper got accepted with just a couple more tweaks.
And hearing George say that; say, “Derek’s wrong about a lot of things.” ...George. If Derek is wrong about a lot of things, that’s your failure as a parent, not his as a son.
#urn watches lwd#dasey#life with derek#this was def a dasey episode but i think even more for me it was insight into derek#the more i learn about him the more he makes sense to me#casey narrates the show; so we get a lot of insight into her#but derek is a puzzle; a rival; an enemy; a blight upon her life...#and he's so ridiculously human and flawed and trying
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Sunday Six - 5/29/2022
Only 4 minutes left in Sunday (where I am), but I'm getting this in just in time!
What Happens in Vegas is FINALLY happening! Look for that by the end of the week!
Sneak peek of that, as well as Part 3 of Friends* and What we wish for... below.
Vegas – Part 1 – Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish), OH Gang
"Let me get this straight. You're asking me to adjust the entire team's schedule so you and your cohorts can spend a weekend getting into God knows what kind of debauchery in Vegas."
"What? No! I mean, there may be some debauchery, but that's not why we're going. Ethan, there is a good reason. I need you to trust me on this."
He glared at her from over his glasses. The last time he heard those words come from her mouth, she ended up with an ethics hearing.
"I know what your thinking! But, trust me, Ethan. Please! This is important."
"Sorry, Rookie. You need to give me more to go on if you expect me to agree to this."
"Fine!” She relented, throwing her hands in the air. “We have... we have a way to take down Declan Nash... and Panacea. But we can’t do it if we’re not in Vegas for the convention. Ethan… please. This is so important."
Ethan removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh.
"Are you trying to put me in an early grave?"
"What?” she gasped, “No! Of course not!”
"Do you really think you have something?"
"I know we do."
"I’m going to regret this,” he said with a shake of his head. “When do you need to leave?"
"Tonight."
"Fine. You can go. On one condition.”
“Name it!” she beamed.
“You’re not going alone."
"I know. I told you, Jackie, Sienna, Bry…."
"And me,” he interjected. “I’m coming along, and that's non-negotiable."
Friends* Part 3: A Certain Kind of Bliss
“What are we doing?” Casey moaned. “Do we say OK, that makes three, but there can never be a fourth?”
“If that’s what you want,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.
He watched the internal battle raging within her, knowing it was unfair to put this all on her. Especially because he was as terrified of her saying no as he was of her saying yes.
“I don’t want to stop, not even a little,” she confessed.
“Oh, thank God,” he gasped, eliciting a nervous giggle from Casey. “But what are we going to do?”
“You’re not in any of your ‘arrangements’ at the moment, right? ”
“I’m not. And you’re not seeing anyone right now, are you?”
“I’m not. So….” she hesitated, terribly conflicted over what she was about to say but unable to stop herself from doing so. “Maybe I could be your new ‘arrangement’?”
What We Wish For… Part 3: Casey
She turned away from him and peered out the window. The bright sun forcing her puffy, red eyes shut.
“Why are you here. You don’t need to be,” she sniffled.
“Did it ever occur to you that I want to be?”
“Why, Tobias? I already told you that I had a miscarriage. Your responsibility in this is all over. There is nothing that binds us anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Casey, but I don’t agree with that. I don’t agree with that at all."
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BITTW CHAPTER TWO!
SUMMARY;
Casey Jr. And Mikey do a lil sneaking around the base and learn what was going to happen from here on out,,
1) Casey ventured through the solemn halls with Michealangelo, giving him a tour around the place. It was huge, having that they had an absurd of people staying there. However; They managed. Each and every single human, yokai, or mutant there was skilled and prepared for any upcoming attacks. Mikey was still processing this whole thing, but didn't worry so much because.. of course his brothers would come for him, right? Of course they would, Mikey didn't have to worry about a thing.
2) "-The more private rooms are down here though.."
Casey started, as he'd guide Mikey down a shallow hall. It was the same hall leading the Angelo's room, so that same scent was exposed.. that's when the two paused, they heard a voice.. "-..Master Leonardo?" Casey mumbled. "-Huh?" Mikey stared back at him, Casey hushed the mutant and ran down the hall, to Angelo's compartment. Micheal later followed from behind, the door was slightly cracked open, allowing The two to eavesdrop.
3) "-What!?" Angelo exclaimed, as if they were offended in some way. "-I am Not going to be that kids sensei o-or, teacher, whatever you call it!" Mikey's eyes widened, both he and Casey glanced at one another before becoming even more intrigued. "-You have to! If you can't get him back to his dimension due to the risk, Someone has to teach him how to survive." April stated. Angelo pouts, "-I don't wanna hear it." He'd shut his eyes. "-I don't even like children!" "-Come on Angelo, stop being so stubborn.. it's what Raph would've wanted.."
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Mikeys eyes would narrow, 'Raph...' they thought, growing even more Intrigued. "-Oh, don't bring him into this!" Angelo snapped back, causing Leo to flinch. "-okay-- okay, whatever you--" "Leo!" April glared, before looking back at Angelo and stepping up. "-Bud', I know you don't want to do this, but it's for the best.." commander o'neil explained, placing a hand on the others shoulder. Angelo stared at her before frowning. "-..What.. what if I fail again, a- and--" "-Angelo, No.. it won't happen again. Like Leo said, it's what Raph would've wanted.. he would be so proud of you, Donnie too.." "..Donnies not dead." He'd pull away. April and Leo looked at one another before Leo let out a sigh. "-'Angelo, it's time to let go, hes--" "-NOT DEAD! H-he just ran away--" "-Abandoned us is the word. He was never the heroic type anyways-" Leo paused, almost immediately shutting himself up. The room went completely silent; You could hear a pin drop. "-..Take. that. Back.." Angelo growled, Leon huffed, angering the mystic being. A fight was soon to break out. Just as he were to argue, the door suddenly launched open.
5)
Groans and moans soon emerged, and there they were, Casey and Mikey, on the floor. Mikey was applying too much pressure on Casey, so he gave in and toppled over. "-CASEY, MIKEY!" April scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. The two winced, sitting themselves up. "-Casey.." , 'Nardo warned, giving him a glare. 'Jones laughed nervously, apologizing. "-Sorry Master Leonardo, I was giving Mikey here a tour around the base and we heard you guys talking so.. we.. got-- interested?" Angelo took a glimpse at Mikey, who looked back at him and smiled in response. They would shake their head, ignoring the other. "-Well--, surprise! Angelo here is going to be your senesi for now." April jabs her finger into Mikey's chest, softly. "New.. Sensei?" He'd mumble, before remembering the claim made earlier..
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"I... Can't get back to my dimension?" "-For now, not a chance." Leo spoke, "-This place is almost impossible to reach. Besides, your only real hope is mi hermano' over here!" He would smile, slapping Angelos back roughly, knocking most of the air out of him. She'd grumble, pushing her older brother off. "-i- think you should start training him today, Angelo'.. or should I say Sensei Angelo?" April poked at the youngest a bit before giggling, heading towards the door both Leo. "-Cmon case'!" Leo exclaimed, catching the young boys attention. "-Right!..Bye Mike'!" Casey waved before running off, leaving the two alone, yet again.
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They had no clue what to say to one another. Sensei Angelo was self taught, and didn't know where to begin. Plus, they hated meeting new people. It was hard to Get along with them, and they didn't want to get.. attached. "-Alright.." a sigh escaped Angelo's mouth, as she would use her mystic power to slam the door behind Mikey. This startles the poor mutant, yet amused him at the same time. "-Woah!", He'd yell. "-Can you teach me how to do that?" Mikey grabbed Angelo's wrist, bringing their hands up to view. The other pulled away, backing up a bit. "Probably not. You're from another dimension and it took years to Master this.. atleast meditate first."
"-, Meditation? Yeah, yeah! I could totally do that." Mikey plopped down with his legs crossed. "-..I still find it freaky that you're floating and stuff." "-Concentrate. After this, we can move onto my favorite part.. violence. Or, sparing, same thing." He'd shrug. Mikey gave him an unsure look before letting out a hum. He'd close his eyes, but only a few seconds of silence managed to get by before Mikey interupts, shifting and mumbling. Angelo let out a huff, finding no use in getting his younger version to focus. They'd sigh, "-Come on, Mikey. I suppose we can skip to combat.." "-Oh, yes!" He'd cheer, hopping to his feet. "-I've been waiting for this!.. though I'd do better with my nunchucks.. oh, whatever. This will be A piece of cake. I'll go easy on ya', old man. After all, you are my...S- sensi." They would mutter, not used to calling Someone that wasn't splinter.. sensi. The elder glared, before placing his feet on the ground. A shiver crawled up his spine, before they would shake their head, looking down at the youngster. He narrowed his eyes. "-Alright then." He spoke before grinning, "-Do as you wish.."
8) ???'S POV
9) 'How annoying'..
10) I thought, before pouting. This was no fun, but.. it's better than being with them. They can't keep a family together at all.. I'd tap at my desk, absolutely exhausted.. before.. she came in. "-Oh, are you alright?" The woman asked. I'd glare, "-,I'm fine." I'd reply, with a bit of an Additude. "-Have you finished making out little--" "-Im trying. It's complicated to make, alright? I just need some alone time, and the we'll be set." "-.. Alright then. Don't overwork yourself now~ bye bye!~" the woman cooed before leaving. I furrowed my brows and huffed, glaring at a picture just a few inches away from where I sat .. God, sometimes I missed them. but I had to leave. It was too much to bare.. I prefer this lifestyle anyways. Alone, well, somewhat alone, closed off from this disastrous world..
11)
Mikey huffed, his shell collided with the wall as a chain wrapped around his wrist, practically dragging him around. "-Alright, alright! I give up already!" They'd shout. Sensi Angelo dropped him, a smile on her face. "-Good." She spoke with efficiency. "-I- was getting tired myself." "-That-- that was no fair, you were using your-- your chain-y thingies!" "-I- used them once. I think our session here is over." "...Did I do a good job?" Mikey smiled. Angelo looked over at him.. he had this hopeful, whimsical smile on his face, craving approval. ".. You're in need of approvement." He'd give the benefit of a doubt. Angelo frowned, before the door flung open.
12) "-Its dinner time!~ c'mon guys!" Master Leonardo announced. "-Oh!" Mikey sat up, speeding out of the room . "-.. Aren't you gonna eat?" Leon turned his attention onto sensi Angelo, who denied, "-No.. no thank you, Leo." "..come on, you can keep doing this." He'd lean further into the room. "-You have to eat, y'know, just a bit? We can't have you passing out during battle again.. " "-Leo, I'll be fine. Okay?" "..Whatever you say, but promise me that you'll try something soon." "-Im positive!" Leo shot him a Smile before leaving.
13)
While walking down the hall, Mikey had spotted Casey coming his way.
"-Oh- casey!" He'd shout. "-..Hey Mikey! You done training with master Angelo?" "-Yeah, I'm still sore.." "-Heh, I can imagine how you feel. I heard thuds from the room, all the way from mine, so I assume that training session must've been rough.." "-,It was! Anyways, if I'm staying here for a while, where will I sleep?" "-I- mean, you can stay in my room for the time being. Also, what do you mean for a while?" "That would be awesome! Oh, and.. my-- my brothers are going to pick me up soon.. ones scientist so he can do it."
2012
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"I CANNOT DO THIS!" Donatello shouts.
"-What do'ya mean you can't do it!? Raph growled. "-I- can't make the formula again, i- it's to complex, that's why I was so focused on keeping it safe until Mikey came along!" "..Where even is he..?" Leo said, Donnie glared, "-,I don't know.. I'll keep trying." "-Good, do whatever it takes"
raph jammed his finger into donnies chest before turning around. "-Lets go, Leo." Leo made eye contact with Donnie before the blue ninja followed Raph. "-Tsk.."
2041
15) "Im... Not so sure about that, sorry Mike.. master Angelo can litteraly make portals, and from what he taught me, you cannot begin to Imagine how hard it is to even attempt it.." Mikeys smile drops, looking down at the floor. "-oh.." he'd mumble. "-I-ill just!!...go." Mikey made his way past Casey. "-...odd." he'd grumble.
#mondomikey#leosagi#rottmnt#tmnt#the usagi#the usagi chronicles#shellshocked#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 au#tmnt au#rottmnt au#rottmnt fandom#rottmnt fanfiction
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Okay but imagine Wudoza bonding over their shared lack of tolerance to the cold that Minnesota brings during the fall/winter months since they both come from warm states. While the rest of the team have on jackets and scarves, Kenny and Luis are decked out in parkas and hats and gloves, looking like giant marshmallows with how they're dressed lol
This was so cute I was compelled to write a little fic.
"Casey said the store should be on the first floor," Luis noted
"That doesn't narrow it down," Kenny quipped.
The duo was at the Mall of America. However, unlike some of their past visits, they had a mission this time. They were on the hunt for some winter wear.
For some reason, when they agreed to attend Eden Hall, they failed to overlook a very crucial detail. Eden Hall was in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Therefore in the fall and winter it got cold, very cold and fast. They were fine when in their hockey gear, but they couldn't exactly wear that all the time. So it was either get some appropriate clothes or freeze.
It was Kenny who had the idea to ask Casey. She was more than happy to help, directing them to the Columbia store. Their parents had also sent them some money. Now they just had to find the store.
"Oh, there it is!" Kenny pointed out. Luis followed his finger to a medium-sized storefront. In the display, there were 4 different mannequins decked out in winter coats and accessories.
"They look cozy," Luis gestured, "Good sign."
Kenny chuckled and nudged Luis towards the store. However, once they were inside the store they realized how out of their depth they were.
"Is there a certain one that is best?" Luis asked, checking the tag on a black puffer jacket.
"You think I would know?" Kenny replied, " Maybe we should ask someone."
"And tell them what?" Luis asked, "That we are unprepared for a Minnesota winter."
"Uh yeah?" Kenny replied.
"You make that sound easy," Luis replied.
"Wait, here, I'll be right back," Kenny walked off to ask the clerk about the jackets.
Luis shuffled through the jackets while he waited.
"She said that we should look for this one," Kenny said holding out a piece of paper, "That will keep us warm, the accessories are up to us."
"That's a relief," Luis replied, "Let's go grab everything, and we can try them on."
Kenny nodded and followed Luis as they collected their clothes. Once they had everything they made their way to the dressing rooms.
It took some heaving and struggling. However, after a few minutes, both emerged to get the other's opinion.
"You look like a marshmallow," Luis laughed.
"I have never been warmer in my life," Kenny confessed, "I like the blue on you."
"Thanks, you make a very cute stay puff marshmallow boy," Luis smirked.
"Oh shut up," Kenny replied with an eye roll.
Luis laughed and waddled over to Kenny. He hugged the other boy as well as he could with all the winter wear.
"You make a good pillow in this," Kenny said, his words muffled by Luis' jacket.
Luis snorted, "I think we should check out then, putting all that on was exhausting."
"Agreed," Kenny replied, "I am kinda eager to face the cold now."
Luis laughed, "If we're still cold we can always come together in a giant puffy blob."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," Kenny quipped, "Come on, I want to go home and take a nap."
"Same," Luis replied. The chose not to change out of the jackets and accessories. Instead they paid for them and wore them out of the store.
Their was a bit of ribbing when the other Ducks saw them, but that was ok. It was better than being cold.
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?
We pondered what to do with them for what felt like centuries. Locking ourselves away and isolating ourselves in a WWII-like bunker. I stole a white navy blazer from the closet and put it on for a moment, but as I looked through the pockets I found a picture of a women and I felt a wave of cold for the ghost of something that once existed. I folded it nicely before putting it away.
We all gathered around. Personally I didn’t give a damn, and I said that, “I would think the ecological theory that nature far exceeds our intelligence is well known enough that you guys wouldn’t be so shaken by this idea.” “Casey you don’t get it, this is a threat to all human kind and they must be destroyed in a way that they won’t notice.”, Jason said pacing the floor.
“Do you think we didn’t see pollution? Or war? Cause that shit was pretty noticeable…” I nearly flinched at the tiny talking decapod hiding in my hood, “I should be shocked but you seem agile enough to mastermind a way in. Maybe just stand on my shorty though because I am not into the feeling of your legs on my skin right now.” “Oh shoot, sorry!” “No problem.”
“Casey, who are you talking to?” Kyle asked me with an unhinged gaze. “Uhhhhh you guys can’t see the ghost of the navy guy?”, I say, hoping the callback would be convincing enough, “He seems lonely without his wife, but his argument isn’t convincing enough to ACTUALLY kill his wife, ya know?” “You’re talking to a crab… aren’t you?”, Kyle asks. I panic for a second, because since he’s fucking Kyle of course the first thing he picked up when he walked into this place were the guns, and I’m not sure if the weapons here have been properly kept to their original glory. I take a deep breath, “… no.” He grabbed the gun from the table and I bolted. He tried shooting it and it didn’t work, so he tried throwing it at my head, luckily the zig zag running method benefits one running from both flying bullets AND flying guns. I bolt down the hallway and inhaling the wretched stench of gasoline. While running I remembered I pocketed something from the navy jacket, a dry box of matches. “Do it”, the crab coaxes me. “Absolutely not, they seem like nice guys.” I said, slamming my head on a pipe on accident. “Casey how long have you known those guys.” “Don’t try it.” “You know exactly what they’ll grow up to be.” “You ever seen heathers? Because if you start to do the JD monologue I’m gonna kill you.” “…a bunch of date rapes and—“ “that is EXACTLY what JD says in heathers you gaslighting little shit.”
I reach the heavy ass door and open it with all my might, appreciating the beautiful auburn sunrise but only for a moment before I’m shoving the door closed with all my might. I hear a banshee-like scream drawing closer from Kyle and a clang coming from the other side of the door. “Why does he still think throwing the gun will solve his problems?” “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Hermit.” I say as with one final push I get the door closed. I walk towards the sea and my legs beckon under me, causing me to lay down like a starfish, just staring at the bluish sky, slowly being taken over by the day. You can even still see a couple stars at the edge of the horizon opposite to the sun.
As I heave atop the cool sand, The little crab walks out of hiding, standing on my chest, “One of us, one of us.” “No, I am not one of you,” I try hitting him but my arms are like jelly, so I lift my forearm and then promptly put it back down on the sand, “I am not becoming a crab.” “See, what you guys don’t seem to get,” he begins to say as he crawls off my chest, down my ribs to the ground, reaching beside my head, “is that we aren’t trying to make sides, we WANT to cooperate with you guys. You humans just seem to be really prone to destroying things that function through society with a different philosophy than you.” “Yeah, we kind of have a tendency to do that.” I say, turning my head to look into his beady eyes… mildly questioning my sanity at this point. “So you’ll help the cause?” He asks, holding out one of his claws. I furrow my brows, “Of making sure humans don’t kill all of decapods out of pure insanity?” “That, and ALSO maybe helping the human race interconnect with…. sorry.. I don’t have a name for it yet.” “Like the hive mind… of… nature…” “Yeah, that kind of thing.” The little decapod shrugged, shaking his hand a little to put my attention on it. “Sure,” I shake with my pinkey, nearly slamming the little guy when I felt a sting on my finger after he bit me, “Don’t test my patience.”
“Yeah”, the crab said nearly shaking in his shell, “I’m really starting to learn that.”
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The One- [Jay Halstead X Matt Casey]
Chapter 8-I Want You
Elle’s POV
“Will you just let me fix your tie at least” I said. “It looks fine don’t you have to get ready anyways” Jay said. “Yes I do” I said. “Then go do that” Jay said. “But please don’t laugh I absolutely hate dresses” I said. “Maybe a little” Jay said. “What am I going to do about you” I said.
I went into my room and put the dress on. I had my hair done up. Which was rare for me to do anything like that. I put on the necklace Justin had given me on my birthday a couple years ago. He had a matching bracelet. It made me feel like he was still here.
“Promise you won’t laugh” I said opening the door. “No I.. wow” Jay said. “A good wow or a bad wow” I said. “When attractive women stand in front of me I get speechless” Jay said I blushed.
“Well thank you” I said. “Of course your ready to go” Jay said. “Absolutely” I said grabbing my bag and the gift for Trudy and Mouch.
We got to Mollys everyone was there. I set the gift on the bar.
“You clean up pretty nice” Brett said. “You look great yourself” I said hugging her. “She does look pretty incredible” Cap said. “Watch it buddy” Jay said I laughed. “He’s kidding Cap” I said. “Oh alright” Cap said. “Elena Trudy asked for your help” Kim said. “You behave” I said.
“You got it” Jay said.
I went into the back with Kim and Stella.
“What’s going on” I said shutting the door. “I can’t do this” Trudy said. “Yes you can” Kim said. “Just take a drink” Stella said. “You ladies can’t even hold a man down” Trudy said. “Hey” Kim said. “And Elena you belong with Jay” Trudy said. “Everyone keeps saying that” I said.
“We’ll go for it your stubborn like your father” Trudy said. “Well thanks” I said handing her the flowers. “Alright ladies” Trudy said I smiled. “Show time” said Kim. I walked back out and sat by Jay and Brett. “There she is get lost” Jay said.
“No” I said he put an arm up around me.
Later…
“I’m so happy for you guys” I said Trudy smiled. “It’s always nice to have you here Elena” Mouch said hugging me. “Of course” I said. “I’ve known this beautiful girl since she was like 14 look at her now” Trudy said.
“She’s beautiful that’s for sure”Jay said. “Like her mom” Dad said. “Hank glad you could come” Mouch said. “Yeah I figured I’d stop by” Dad said. “Want a drink” Jay asked. “No I’m alright Jay Elena you look great” Dad said. “I don’t really dress up” I said. “Well you look happy I’ll be over there” Dad said.
“Want another drink” Jay said. “No I think I’m alright I’m gonna go bother Otis” I said walking up to the bar and taking a seat. “Hey” Otis said. “So where’s this new girl I’m hearing about” I said. “You see I really like Brett is just after Joe” Otis said.
“Yeah I get that” I said. “So you and Halstead” Otis said. “I mean I think so I just” I said looking over at him. “Well if it makes you feel better I think that you two would be better than, you and Jimmy” Otis said. “Don’t remind me about him” I said.
“Can I accompany a beautiful lady to the dance floor” Jay said. “Absolutely” I said. He took my hand and we slow danced next to Trudy and Mouch. “You do look really beautiful” Jay said. “Thanks” I said. “Never thought I’d see you in a dress” Jay said.
“It’s only gonna happen once” I said. “Maybe twice down the road” Jay said. “Halstead more dates first” I said. “Your right” Jay said. “This is actually quite nice” I said resting my head on his chest. “It really is” Jay said kissing my forehead.
Later..
“You good to drive” I said. “Yeah aren’t you cold here” Jay said putting his jacket on me. “So does this count as our first official date” I said. “Hmmm possibly” Jay said turning to face me. “So when is the second date” I said.
“Whenever you say yes” Jay said I smiled. “You know if your gonna kiss me you should probably do it” I said. He then pulled me into a kiss wrapping his arms around my waist. “Wooo” Kelly and Joe yelled fell behind. “They are like brothers I swear” I said laughing.
“It’s all good I get it” Jay said. “So back to the apartment then” I said. “Wanna grab ice cream” Jay said. “Jay it’s like 2am I have to work tomorrow” I said. “So no ice cream” Jay said. “What if I told you there’s some in the freezer” I said. “I’d say that this is our second date then” Jay said opening the door to his Jeep.
“Well then it’s our second date” I said kissing him. “Alright” Jay said.
Back at Jays apartment..
“Told you I got some” I said. “Guess you are full of surprises Elle” Jay said. “You have no idea” I said. “What why are you looking at me like that” I said. “I am thinking” Jay said setting his bowl down.
“What about” I said. “About you and us” Jay said. “I don’t know” I said. “I know what I want and I’ve known for a long time” Jay said. “Then what’s stopping you” I said.
“Nothing at all” Jay said I kissed him. “I want what you want” I said looking into his eyes. “Elena I want you everyday” Jay said.
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saudade- l. laufeyson
pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, mentions of other loki characters
warnings: loki tv show spoilers, probably tva inaccuracies, mobius being trusted even though i don’t actually trust him lol, mentions of death, tears, a little sad angst but happy ending, ooc characters?? possible mistakes because i can't read this again skjfj
about: requested, DF26 with TVA Loki running into the variant of his dead spouse
a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i loved writing the last scene so much
loki has narrowly avoided the tva for years, opportunities much better than this and chaos a lot more chaotic than this have already been caused and passed. so the how and why he has been taken in at this very moment- while he’s eating at one of those fast food places you used to like- is very, very unknown to him. he should know, however; you’ve explained to him the tired concept of time traveling many times before, although the most important things were told to him when he thought you a mere mortal like the rest- something you were not- and could not possibly know something he didn’t- also something very untrue.
but the reasoning for his capturing is not at the front of his mind- although close- his main objective staying on how to get out of this unknown place and go back to looking for you- whether the fragile fabrics of reality and string of the timeline fray and break or don’t. he knows it possible, having seen the avengers do something similar, so why can a god like him not?
he’s ripped many holes, and he supposes the consequences for them are finally catching up to him, a lot sooner than he’d like. in another world, he’d already have you, and, with you by his side, you both would’ve been out long before, or never captured at all. although, he supposes, in a perfect world, you never would have been taken away from him in the first place.
he knows stopping for food he didn’t even necessarily need- or, really, like- was not a smart decision. he’s realizing exactly how not-smart of a decision it was with every passing second that the fools in armor drag him along the halls. the stop wasn’t needed, much less planned, but the memories the greasy food and dirty restaurant brought were too pleasant- a break full of you in the nonstop mission to find you. he could nearly feel your fingers touching his, hear your voice urging him to at least try and your bubbled laugh when he cringes. the fizz of the soda had made him grimace like the first time, except there was no you to giggle at it.
loki nearly thinks it was worth it. nearly.
when the guard shoves him into another room, loki takes a second to examine the exits, barely noticing the man at the desk. the person next to him pushes him further, dropping the tesseract and various stolen pym particles on the desk. loki takes note of where the man puts them so he can steal them back.
the guard stops with him in front of a small elevator, pulling a lever and waiting. loki looks at them, “where am i? get me back right now, i have things i must attend to.” the guard only looks at him, and loki scoffs, “i am loki of asgard, god of mischief and trickery, believe me when i say there will be deadly consequences if you do not do what i ask.”
the guard huffs a small laugh, “i’ve heard that before. we’ll see.”
the doors in front of him part, opening to a room he’s rammed into. he looks back the guard, one foot already out when he’s suddenly back where he was, watching as the entrance closes. he senses the machine before he can have a good look at it, a claw that he’s seen too many variations of beginning to poke at the fabric on his shoulders. he swats it away, standing tall as he glares at the smiling machine. “absolutely not! this is high tech armor, only few of this exists.”
the tech on the machine turns the grin into a frown, pulling back the talons and instead extending another apparatus that scans at his clothing, removing them with a yellow glow until he’s completely bare. he looks down at himself before looking back up at the face, pointing a finger, “now what-”
his words are cut off when he falls through the opening ground, falling onto the bottom room, now dressed in an uncomfortable tan jumpsuit, orange letters reading TVA on the left breast. a bored man in front of him pushes a pile of papers to him, “please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.”
loki ignores his words, pushing it back, “i need to find someone, stop the absurdity.” the man only blinks as a machine whirrs, printing a piece of paper he reaches over to take and place on top of the pile. he hands loki a pen, “sign that too.” loki frowns, “did you not hear me? i have important things to do.” the machine does it again, and the man repeats his motions and shakes the pen in his hand. “that, too.” the god only sighs in frustration and signs, slamming the pen down before he’s dropped again.
another man greets him in a monotone, not even looking at him while he reads off the clipboard in his hands, “please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.” loki’s eyebrows furrow, “i’m not a robot- how many people don’t know?”
“thank you for confirming, move through,” he requests. loki glances at the machine in front of him before stepping through it, a small picture printing after he’s on the other side. loki catches vibrant orange and red with hints of green that overcome any other color. “through the door, please.”
-
he encounters the same guard from before with a frustrated glare, leading him to what looks like a courtroom, a woman sitting in the middle, reading off a file. “variant L4293, aka loki laufeyson-l/n, is charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. how do you plead?” loki tilts his head at her, “madam, a god- i don’t plead.”
the woman sighs tiredly, “are you guilty or not guilty?” loki’s eyes thin as he observes her. “guilty of… trying to find my wife, yes. guilty of being extremely frustrated, yes. guilty of whatever it is you’re accusing me of, no. not guilty.” loki’s hand curls, trying to use his abilities inconspicuously but dismayed to not be able to. he tries again, only to come up empty as he realizes what is happening. “magic powers are no good in the tva, mister laufeyson,” the judge says absentmindedly. “i prefer l/n,” loki diverts simply, unknowingly catching the attention of one of the attendees. the judge barely acknowledges him, about to say something else before a man jumps up, hand raised, “wait, wait- uh, i have something to add to this. before the court makes a decision.”
the judge tilts her head at the man, pursing her lips before sighing and letting him approach the bench. loki leans in to try to understand the whispers that are exchanged, ending in the judge sending one last look his way before letting him go. “the court finds you innocent- and under agent mobius’ responsibility,” she clarifies, looking at the man and watching him nod quickly. she slams her gavel and motions for the man- mobius, he assumes, to take loki. he stands and awkwardly bows, before going over to loki and raising an eyebrow, “don’t betray me,” he says, words too true to be something playful. loki’s head tilts to the side in slight confusion, watching as the man begins to walk, pausing to urge loki to follow him.
loki ignores the activity through the windows of the hall, choosing to concentrate on mobius. “why did you do that?” he wonders aloud, suspicious eyes following him as his head peeks into halls. “let’s just say it’s a favor, although you’ll be on thin ice forever.”
“favor for whom?” mobius doesn’t answer, turning a corner. loki exhales sharply before following him, continuing to pry as he briefly heeds his surroundings. the sight of a woman in a suit much like mobius’ catches his eye, her back to him but he recognizes the shape of her shoulder and the color of her hair. he looks away, pretending to concentrate on the clock thing on the television but actually chasing the overfamiliar features to a face.
the sound of your voice- something he hasn’t heard in an obscenely long time- craved for so much longer it seems like a lifetime, snaps his attention to what surely must be a cruel joke. he can tell it’s you now. you’re standing there, head tilted at the same receptionist man and chuckling exasperatedly, “come on, casey, we’ve been over this. a fish and a lion are not the same thing-”
“but a lionfish-?” casey asks, and loki is pushing away the guards already, because you’re there, you’re solid and laughing like you used to and you can’t not be real. he can distantly hear mobius’ voice telling the guards to let him go as if loki hasn’t already taken care of that, walking over to you with quick and quiet footsteps. his fingers circle around your wrist first as an assurance, and when you turn, hand still in his, eyes widening when you notice who he is, he pulls you into him completely. your arms wrap around him barely seconds later, finally registering the person in front of you as you squeeze him. “loki?” you whisper, inhaling the same familiar scent of him that you haven’t had in what seems like forever.
“i missed you so much,” he says, hands wandering over your back, touching your arms and your shoulders and your hips just to touch you. “me too- i didn’t- i thought i would never see you again.” your tears are falling on the fabric of his jumpsuit, small tearful gasps escaping your lips while you tug him as close as you can, tangling your fingers in his hair and shutting your eyes at the familiar feeling. “oh god, you’re here-”
“i missed you so much,” he repeats, and you finally notice his words, realization like electricity, making you tremble and sigh softly. “what does that mean?” you question, already fearing the answer and already knowing the effects: the mess of his usually kept hair and the red tint of his eyes, like a sheen of sadness that stains the color of the eyes you have missed for so long. loki pulls away from you only to look at your face, trace the shape of the lips he’d spent hours of the morning pressing kisses to, memorize the curve of the nose you’d scrunch in a laugh when thor was a victim to one of his tricks.
“i have been looking for you, darling,” he murmurs, fingers running over your fallen tears while you notice the shine of his eyes, the tears that enhance the love he has for you. “because i’m…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, and you can tell loki doesn’t want you to either; he scans your features, small smile peeking through the shock and grief.
“i didn’t… mobius didn’t show me that, i thought-” your eyes flicker to the man before settling back on loki, the weight of the ring he’d given you feeling lighter now that it had found its pair. the various eyes on you don’t go unnoticed, and neither does the look mobius sends to the rest of the workers, indicating for them to go back to work. the cold of loki’s skin is comforting to the touch of your warmth, and you find yourself back in the summer afternoons where you would settle with your husband to read books, rubbing cool fingers on the hot of your skin when you felt suffocated by the heat of the sun.
another tear slips from your eyes when you realize you don’t have to imagine anymore, there’s no need to search for your memories and shut your eyes for them to run over you. your lips are on his when you can’t help it anymore, eyes squeezed close and salty tears dropping from your chin when it finally settles that he’s here and he’s yours and he’ll never be gone again.
he’ll make sure of that.
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