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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi hope it’s not to late to request some rise content ! Could I please request Yandere platonic rivals between Splinter vs big mama HCs fighting over the reader who was an old friend of theirs (that one episode when Splinter first meets big mama in his movies star days) before she/their moved away only to return years later ? Only if you want to of course 💗

Y'know that joke where Baron Draxum and Splinter are a divorced couple? Well this is literally it except it's Big mama and Splinter lmaooo

I made this comedic, but I think the rivalry point still stands

Tw: Honestly this is just funny shit, minor brit slander, mentions of manipulation, MC lowkey feels kinda hopeless, mentions of past depression

Brits in a Pub

"Yeah and this really nice person close to the manhole, next to Big Mama's hotel, fed us some pizza!" Mikey cheered, clapping his hands together.

Splinter showing some interest replies, "Seems like you had fun, boys." His body sags on the recliner chair, like a potato on a pile of dirt.

"Oh, and they apparently moved back to New York City to see their old friends, Lou Jitsu and his girlfriend." Donatello adds, scrolling through media on his phone.

The lair goes silent as if provoked by Donnie's comment.

The purple-masked mutant looks up from his device, confused. "What? I thought dad might've known who th-"

"Y/N!" Splinter yells, bouncing up from his chair. He rushes forward to Donatello, gripping the turtle's shoulders. "Where did you find this 'person'?!"

"Um dad, Mikey already told you."

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Big Mama sits at the very top stand of the Battle Nexus arena, looking down below. "Ooh, I think is going to be a very interesting fight~" She grins, showing off her fangs.

"My lady, we've received a message from an unknown sender. It was addressed to you." A staff member walks in, holding a laptop open. "The sender goes by the name Y/n."

Big Mama whips her head, all six of her ruby eyes glowing with joy. "Y/n? Why I haven't seen them in years!" She scurries over, a pair of arms taking the laptop.

An e-mail is present on the screen, stating:

'Hey, Big Mama. I know I moved away a long time ago, and we haven't spoken since, but I moved back and I was hoping we could catch up sometime. I heard you're a grand hotel owner now so if you're free, you could pick us a place to eat. After all, you probably New York City better than me now.

(Yes I know you're not human)

Your friend, Y/n'

Big Mama slams the laptop shut, her arms wiggling in excitement. "We need to make a reservation at the finest restaurant in the hotel! Oh and make sure it's a private room, I want no distractions!"

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The Hamato family stands in front of Y/n's house, the late night sky hiding their identity.

"I'm sorry, you and Big Mama accused each other for the reason this Y/n person left?" Leo moves an eyebrow muscle, confusion apprent on his face.

"Well I say it's her fault but yes, we did." Splinter answers maliciously, arms crossed over his chest.

Mikey, as if offended, dramatically puts a hand on his chest, mouth agape. "Dad you shouldn't be saying things like that! Maybe they just wanted to get away from New York City."

"Yeah, it is kinda tight and smoggy here." Raph adds, staring up at the house before him.

"What can we say? New York, what a town~" Donnie wiggles his fingers and spreads his hands apart, like raining glitter over a piece of paper.

Before Splinter can reply, the group notices two of Big Mama's servants open a door for someone, seemingly welcoming a VIP.

"Hey, it's the pizza giver!" Mikey points out, realizing the identity of the mysterious person before anyone else.

"Blue, quick! Open a portal!" Splinter commands his son, a new energy rushing through his old and small body.

Leo holds his Ōdachi out, slicing an electric blue portal. "On it dad!"

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"Hello darling! It's been so many years~" Big Mama hugs Y/n, her human form miniscule compared to her yokai form. The other hugs back, smiling.

When they pull away Y/n scratches their head, chuckling nervously, "Yeah it is. It's weird but good to be back in New York." They freeze before asking themselves, "I never told you why I moved away did I?"

The silver-haired lady shakes her head, her the frames of her glasses gleaming in the light.

"Well I moved away because I got a new job, and also 'cause I felt like I was invading your relationship." They frown a little, glancing away from her view.

Shocked, Big Mama questions, "Invading? How so?"

"I was always with you guys and you kept fighting for my attention so I thought I was ruining your relationship."

Ruin? No certainly not. If anything, the reason she was blinded to force Lou Jitsu to fight for the Battle Nexus was because her beloved friend left.

"The depression both me and Lou got after you left was horrible, we were so heartbroken."

"Speaking of Lou, where is he?"

"Um, we split up, and then he was transformed into a rat mutant."

"I-"

"But, enough of that, we have much to catch up on!"

She leads them to the private area, an unchanging grin on plastered on her face.

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On the side of a doorway, the five mutants discreetly hide, trying to get into the restaurant Big Mama and Y/n currently reside in. "Sneak in, boys. Sneak in." Splinter whispers, his snout scrunched up.

"We almost have the perfect angle, only seven more seconds until we can infiltrate and hide." Donnie confirms, his goggles shading his eyes.

"6."

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1-!"

The ninja glide in, finding different items to shield themselves.

"This is an order for Big Mama herself, don't fuck it up mate." A chef states, handing the plates of food to a waiter.

"After it!"

They tail along, awkwardly tracing the same route as the waiter. When they arrive they stop right outside the door, back in a similar position from before. As the waiter leaves, they slip in before the door shuts.

Inside Big Mama and Y/n are chatting up a storm, like all those years ago. "So I was hiring this new broadcaster the other day and-"

"BIG MAMA YOU LIAR!" Splinter screams, his short height towered by the table. The turtles stand behind him, looking at each other to know what to do.

Y/n stares back, holding a glass in their hand, "Lou?"

"Oh why isn't it my little snuggle muffin! And his sons." Big Mama claims in a cheerful tone, but drops it at 'his sons'. She walks up to them, hands at her hips. "I am not a liar, Lou. You're just judgemental."

"No! You are the reason that Y/n left. You manipulated them into hating me!"

"No. Darling you scared them off with your dreams of becoming even more famous than you already were."

"Guys can't we just sit down and enjoy the-"

"Then explain why they didn't tell me why they left!"

"Hey, I-"

"Shush, you little rat!"

"Says you spider Mama!"

While the ex-lovers argue the brother head over to the table, reaching for the food.

Raph asks for permission, "Hey can we have this? Since they're arguing and all?"

"Yeah. There's plenty of untouched food here." They push a few plates forward to them, sighing in defeat.

"Don't mind if I do, haha!"

"Thanks!"

"If it satisfies my specific palate then yes."

The boys munch on the food, giggling occasionally. Meanwhile Y/n holds their head in defeat, not enjoying the situation. "Looks like it hasn't improved since I left. It's like they were raised in a pub full of Brits..."

(No I am not guilty for Brit slander. You know who you are.)

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I'm so proud of myself. I got this done in 2 hours. Which is a record for me.

I know the ending is comedic but I really went for the rivalry part more than anything.

Also one thing, why are people suddenly saying my writing style is good??? Like, did I make people worry or something?

- Celina

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unfunny-quips · 4 years

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Of all the many people in the world who wanted him dead, All For One had to admit that he was rather surprised by the person who actually managed to both track him down and get past his impressive security.

He knew someone was there the moment he opened the door. Could sense the presence of another person in his high rise apartment that shouldn’t have been there. A steady heartbeat, unflinching and unafraid. Brave or stupid, he wasn’t sure, but they’d be dead either way once he wrung out of them how they’d gotten in and which of his security detail he was going to have to kill.

He shrugged off his coat - it was new and fit him well, he’d rather not get blood on it - and hung it up carefully by the front door. Slipped off his shoes and rolled his shoulders with a sigh. Though that particular apartment was not homey per se, there was something oddly comforting about returning to a living space that was entirely his own at the end of a day. Though centuries ago, a childhood fraught with uncertain living situations and inconsistent care had left marks on him that time and power had not fully been able to shake.

All the more reason to make the intruder’s death slow, as insignificant a threat as they were, they’d at least been able to find him. Which meant finding a new luxury apartment, perhaps even in a new city. And he despised moving.

He kept his steps light on the polished wooden floors, stopping by the oversized and little used kitchen for some water before he meandered his way towards the living room where his uninvited guest waited. Perhaps he’d throw them out the window, eighty stories up would make for a rather long time to think about their impending death. Or maybe tear them apart inch by literal inch so they had to languish in their suffering.

Setting his glass down on the kitchen counter he stepped into his spacious living room and paused at what sat waiting for him.

All For One, Emperor of Darkness, King of all Villains, Boogeyman of the Boogeymen found himself...uncertain.

There was a woman seated on his couch. Casually dressed and relaxed looking, knees drawn up and tucked beneath her, an open book bag on the floor beside where she sat and a law textbook in hand. She finished highlighting a section carefully before capping the marker and turning her gaze on to him, letting him see her face properly for the first time.

Green eyes were the first thing that struck him. Clear and bright and intelligent, set in a kind face. Her hair, also green, was swept down a little past her shoulders with half of it pulled up in a fluttering little bun at the back of her head. He was struck by two thoughts as he took her in.

The woman sitting before him was entirely unintimidated by him.

And...

She looked a bit like Nana Shimura.

The woman tilted her head, seeming to take him in while he’d been observing her. She shifted on the couch a little, shutting the book softly and setting it down. Her heartbeat was steady, her gaze unflinching but not combative. Purpose seemed to flow off of her, as resolute as her steady gaze. He understood that she knew exactly who he was and felt no need for fear nor sense of unease in his presence. A strong will, he knew the aura he carried around him well and it was someone interesting indeed who could face the overwhelming killing intent that drifted off him in waves without so much as a flicker of uncertainty.

“Hello.” She said with a soft, clear voice. The kind of ease one has with an acquaintance or a friend not often seen, not a stranger whose house she had invaded. “I’m sorry to have broken in like this.” She started, with the appropriate level of apology one would save for knocking over a stranger’s drink. “But I was hoping you’d be able to help me.”

He should be irritated, he should just kill her and get on with his evening, he should make her an example for anyone else stupid enough to think they could waltz into his home without consquence.

He wasn’t irritated though. And he didn’t kill her. Instead he found himself oddly...charmed by the stranger that sat before him.

“Indeed?” He asked blandly, slipping his hands into his pockets before leaning against the wall casually. “I’m afraid you’re rather lost if you think this is a police station.”

The woman broke into a small smile, a soft huffing chuckle leaving her. Shaking her head she dropped her gaze for a moment and he saw the faint pink of a blush on her cheeks. He was, he realized. He was absolutely charmed by her. And it wasn’t even her Quirk doing it, hers had the feel of a gravitational telekinesis, not a mood altering ability. The woman that sat before him, who had broken into his home and casually asked him for help as if searching for her stray cat, was oddly endearing. And it had been a long time since he had found himself endeared by anything, let alone a person.

“Sorry,” She said, shifting on the couch. “I’ve probably done this all wrong. But I wanted you to know I was serious.” Green eyes met his own and he was struck again by the intelligence he saw in her gaze. “I don’t know why I thought this would be the way to do it but…” She gave a shrug, then slowly got to her feet. Careful not to topple her bag or trip as she untangled from her comfortable position on the couch. “Here, let me try again.”

He watched as she gave a short, polite bow, hands clasped before her. A neat and polite introduction, complete with a soft smile as she rose to meet his gaze again. “My name is Midoriya Inko. I’m a graduate law student at Kyushu University, and I was hoping you could take my Sensei’s Quirk.”

Well.

How on earth was he supposed to kill such a charming, polite young woman when she came to him with such an interesting request such as that?

He couldn’t, of course, was the answer.

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Inko always had trouble with authority.

Even when she was very young she’d been prone to doing what she was told she shouldn’t just because an adult told her not too. Her father - in what faint and blurring memories she had of him before his death - used to call her his little revolutionary and would laugh over the hijinks her stubborn nature would produce. Then again, her father had his reasons to support the wholesale refusal to bend to the whims of authority.

Trying to take down the corrupt system the government had put in place had been the cause of his death, after all.

Her mother had been far less amused by Inko’s acts of rebellion for rebellion’s sake. Always begging Inko to please just follow the rules just once honey with a perpetually exhausted look on her face. Inko’s only picture of her mother - a snapshot of the entire family at a park, her small frame held in her father’s arms a month before he would be killed - showed Nana Shimura with a wide, infectious smile in place. It felt odd looking at it in years to come, as Inko could only recall her mother looking mournful and sad in those last days.

It had been Kotaro that was the well behaved one of the two of them. Thirteen minutes older than her, he took the responsibilities of the eldest sibling with a seriousness that was almost frightening at times when they’d been children.

He’d been the one to tell her not to get into trouble, the one to reprimand her when she misbehaved. The one to tell her not to sneak out when they were teenagers in one of their many foster homes after their mother had given them up. Rule abiding, strict and, as they’d grown, more and more obsessed with control. Of her, of their situation, of whatever he could. A strangling, grasping bid at a control that had only led their already rocky relationship to splinter even further.

Her last conversation with him before she’d stopped speaking to him completely he’d told her that she should be a quiet housewife. She’d gone and applied to law school the very next day.

She still found herself wondering if that had been Kotaro being clever. Using her own contrary impulses to make her commit to something she’d always wanted to do but been too uncertain about to try and follow. It would have been the kindest he’d been to her in years if it was true, and she’d been too afraid to reach out to him to find out for fear that it wasn’t.

Instead she focused on her studies, focused on being the person she wanted to be instead of the person she’d been forced to become over the years. Not the abandoned daughter of a hero that had to retire too soon, but someone who was able to take the rules she’d been so long rebelling against and reshape them. Twist them under her hands until they settled into something she could believe in. Something she could follow.

At nineteen, after careful consideration and one less-than-helpful conversation with her friend Mitsuki she changed her name to Midoriya. On her twentieth birthday enjoying the fact that she could - legally - drink herself into oblivion, she cut her waist long hair off in a single ugly cut with the kitchen scissors. The next hour was spent in laughter as Mitsuki’s shy fashion student boyfriend Masaru fixed the mess as best he could. At twenty-one she clutched her best friend’s hand and gritted her teeth as a tattoo artist brought to life a stylized kitsune on her shoulder. A mark of the trickster she wished to become. And in between all of that, she proved herself to the academic world at large and earned herself a full ride to Kyushu University’s much lauded law program.

The work was challenging, equal parts exhilarating and mind-numbingly boring. She spent her days working hard to get top marks in every class, to ace every test, and impress every teacher with her sharp wit and unbending will. Her nights were filled with studying and working whatever jobs she could pick up to cover what her scholarships didn’t cover. Mitsuki teased her that she would get wrinkles from squinting at so many books, but her friend was always supportive.

Years passed, semesters flying by in almost a dream at times, whisking her closer and closer to graduation and her dream of reshaping the system into something she could believe in. Despite her exhaustion, she’d found herself happier than she’d ever been in her life.

Which of course was the exact moment that it all started crashing down.

It started with one of the girl’s in the same program as Inko suddenly dropping the ball on her studies, the other woman’s grades began plummeting at an alarming rate. The girl - Shibata Aiko - looked ragged and exhausted, unable to focus and eventually being dropped from the program entirely due to the issues with her academic performance.

A few weeks later it was another female student shutting herself away in her dorm room for an entire week. The girl finally left her dorm looking haggard and sick, refusing to speak to anyone as she walked barefoot out into the wider world and immediately attempted to throw herself in front of a bus.

Then one of Inko’s senpai’s - kind and serious Hanako who had mentored Inko briefly when she’d first joined the school - had what could only be called a breakdown in the school library. Screaming and crying as she began tearing up law books and flinging chairs.

Each incident was quickly handled and waved away as young women not suited for the high expectations and difficulties of such a high ranking university. Most of Inko’s classmates had been, if not content to accept that information, at least too exhausted by their own heavy workloads to question further.

But Inko never was good at accepting the will of authority.

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heyheydidjaknow · 3 years

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FUCK YOU TIME! I’m aware I’m an hour and a half late, but I finished the chapter, so HA. I know nobody cares, but I’m happy with myself. Previous chapter is at the bottom of the page, of course.

Chapter 4

"Why, pray tell, don't you trust me?"

"Because you're being paranoid." Mikey gets into position at the top of the ramp as you scroll through your phone absentmindedly, watching your friends back home sincerely mourning your death. "I am an ex-peer-ee-onsed skateboarder and ninja. This is gonna be epic."

"As someone who saw that episode," you reassure him, sighing at your mother's inactivity online confirming your suspicions for the umpteenth time, "you are absolutely going to get in trouble." The lair is a mess, the ramp more so, and the entire situation is so obviously the inciting incident that you're half convinced that the universe itself is pranking you. You slid the phone into your pocket, not really in the mood to start crying again. "In fact, this is directly related to the theme of the episode. In other words, don't do it."

"Relax, dude." He sets himself up. "I am totally gonna make this jump and it is going to be sweet."

"Theme?" Donatello pipes up from his place on the ground in front of the ramp. "The first major constituent of a clause?"

You blink. "No, the new Subway footlong. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"That's the definition of theme."

"Who uses that definition? Grammar teachers?"

"The dictionary."

You are dumbfounded. "Why would I— do you know how people usually use that word?"

"People usually use that word at all?"

You look over at Raphael and Leonardo, who are on the floor next to him, and who seem completely disinterested. "Do you guys—"

"No. Who uses the word 'theme'?" Raphael rolls his eyes. "Mikey, do you plan on jumping today?"

"Wait, so none of you have ever used that word in a literary sense?"

"There's a literary sense?"

You sigh. "In hindsight, I guess that makes sense, since— Mikey, you're gonna get grounded for it."

"Will not."

"Will too. Donnie, when you inevitably get grounded for this, after your grounding is over, come to my apartment. I'm teaching you literary analysis because that is ridiculous." You get to your feet. "Oh," you say, "before I go, when he grounds you, don't go out. If you get into trouble while you're out, get me, and if he asks why you're tired, say it was a movie marathon, and if he asks which movies, Lord of The Rings. See ya." You run out as you hear the shouts of their father telling them to stop.

You walk back up to the surface via the empty subway tunnel. You had quickly realized that it was infinitely less gross than going through the sewers, and your apartment already smelled enough like raw sewage from the amount of time you had started spending down there. You have considered buying new clothes with your quickly appreciating bank account, but you could not bring yourself to look, even with your new freedom. Maybe it was a lack of motivation? You do not exactly know. More likely is your complete lack of inspiration and faith in your own choices, but what do I know?

You start down the street to your building. You would not go so far as to say it felt like home, but you had become more accustomed to it. You had learned the bellboy’s name, nodded to neighbors. It is not a stunning amount of progress, but it is progress. You spend most of your days now, if not re-watching whatever episode is relevant next, for the first time, cyberstalking people you knew from back home. How courteous of that organization to give you an up-to-date feed of life moving on without you; at least you get to see your cousins.

You do not remember the actual walk. You remember getting to your apartment, walking right by your refrigerator, and collapsing onto the bed.

You feel like shit.

You roll onto your back, going right back to stalking. You are not sure why you bother making yourself feel worse. You tried messaging them to absolutely no avail. You cannot comment on posts, either. You know this. You still grasp onto this shred from your past. It just makes you sad. Why are you doing this to yourself?

You feel a lump rise in your throat. You close the window.

You curl around your pillow, hugging it tightly. You the sound of your fingers against the screen was the only thing to permeate the room. You are following a tangent, looking for a book you were interested in a century ago. Something about a pervert? You forget.

You miss home.

—

You do not even need to look up from your phone; the panting is enough. "I'm going to take a wild guess."

"I know you said to come get you," Donnie gushed, "but it was 2 in the morning and I totally forgot and I was freaking out about this new invention and—"

You set the e-book down, walking over and grasping his hands gently. "Take a deep breath, alright? You're gonna be fine, so long as you chill out and think."

"Baxter Stockman is serious business."

"I know, honey, but you gotta calm down, alright?" You slowly pull him down to sit on the bed.

"He snapped my staff with his freakin hand!"

"You are going to go through at least 2 more of those bad boys. Breathe with me." You inhale deeply. "In."

He mimics you.

"Out."

He follows suit.

"Okay. Are you good?"

His breathing slows. He swallows, nods. "Okay, I'm calm."

"Awesome. Now, I'm gonna give you a mini version of our lesson, alright? Is that okay?" The irony of you trying to calm down the trained ninja is not lost on you.

"Yeah, alright." He nodded.

"Alright. Let's start off with the basics." You sit yourself up properly. "Now, this is a kid's show, right?"

"If you say so, yeah."

"The thing about kids shows is that there's usually a moral to each of the episodes."

"Okay."

You put up one finger. "At the beginning of the episode, you guys got grounded, right?"

He nodded.

"You guys snuck out, and you got into a fight with Stockman. That fight is the reason he's after you, right?" You try to speak relatively clearly and, more importantly, calmly.

"Yeah." He seems to respond relatively positively to this.

"And then,” you continue, putting up a second finger, “Mikey losing the t-pod and not telling anyone is what lead to Stockman getting powerful, right?”

He nodded.

“In both instances, the problem was a lack of transparency, right? Not asking for help for fear of getting in trouble?”

He nodded again.

“So,” you nod with him, “the way to fix this is?”

“To ask for help regardless of whether or not it will get us in trouble with Splinter?”

“Exactly.” You smile encouragingly. “Why?”

“Because that’s the message of the episode?”

“You really are quick to catch on.” You get to your feet. “I’m not surprised you’re the brains of the group.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Most definitely. Now,” you get to your feet, “as much as I love when we talk, and as much as I owe you a lesson on how to identify these sorts of things on your own, I’m sure your brothers could use that advice right about now.”

“Right!” He gets up. “Thank you, again.”

“My pleasure, my guy. Oh, hit me up when you’re off of your grounding so I can figure out a lesson plan.”

“You got it.” He climbed out of the window. “See you then, Y/N.”

“Kick their asses.” You wave as he disappears into the night.

Your smile slowly slides off your face as you close the window. You pick your phone up to check the time.

You toss it onto the bed. ‘I’m making cupcakes.’ You have not eaten in what feels like a while. You are already out of bed. Might as well.

“She called me honey.”

Raphael rolls his eyes. “I’m telling you, there’s no way that a girl like her is going to be into you. You’re delusional.”

“Honey is a pet name!” Donatello’s voice rises slightly. “And—and she invited me to her place after we aren’t grounded!”

“Let him believe.” Leonardo pipes up from in front of the television. “I think it’s nice that he and she are as close of friends as they are so quick.”

“For the record, I’m rooting for ya, bro.” Mikey takes another bite out of his pizza. “Sure, you’re a little creepy, but so is she, so it works out.”

He scoffs. “Aren’t you three forgetting something? Like, I don’t know, that we’re turtles? Is the fact that she’s an entirely different species not a factor?”

“Part turtle.” He speaks incredibly fast. “Our DNA is mutated with—”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re holding onto that technicality real tight, aren’t you?” He stabs the dummy in the gut. “A technicality that I’m sure she cares about.”

“I did the research.” He gets to his feet, running over and grabbing a diagram from his lab. “We’re physically compatible.”

“Donnie. Brother. No.” He stops. “Please tell me you didn’t seriously look into whether or not you could fuck her. I know you like this girl, but come on.”

“I didn’t go out of my way to research how our reproductive system works for this.” He tosses it back into his lab, sliding the door closed. “I did that research a while back. I just had to investigate reproduction on the female end to make sure everything worked.” He stands up straight. “Theoretically, we are fully capable of reproducing with humans.”

“Theoretically?” Leo looks back at him.

He feels his face go red. “Well, there isn’t any clinical research done on the subject. We’re the only ones of our kind, after all, and I don’t have any female samples to use.”

“For fuck’s sake, Donnie, do not ask her for ‘samples’.” He gags. “That’s just fucking gross.”

“I wasn’t going to!”

“You were. I’d bet money on it.”

“Ten bucks says he still will.” Mikey drops the rest of it down his throat.

“Hey!”

“Dude, you’re freakier than I am. I love you but come on.” He lays back on the couch.

“Y’all are just gross.” He stabbed the dummy in the neck, sand pouring out of the hole. “We need a more durable dummy.”

“You could just not break the ones I make.” He sits down on the couch. “That’s an option.”

“It’s a literal punching bag. It’s a show of love.”

The episode ends. Leo walked over to the two on the couch, sitting on the other side of his lanky brother as Michelangelo scrounges for crumbs. “Look, it might be jumping the gun a bit to start researching if you guys can have kids. You guys aren’t even in a relationship.”

“I know.” He rubs his face with his hands. “I dunno, man. What am I doing?”

“Exactly.” He pats him on the back. “I’m not saying it could never happen, but this is a little much.”

He sighs. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“We wouldn’t lie to you.” He gets to his feet. “I’m gonna go meditate for a while. You wanna join me?”

“I’m good.” Donnie hopped over the back of the couch. “I’m gonna go work on this thing I’ve been working on.”

“Alright, man.” He walks off to the dojo.

He steps into his lab, sliding the door closed behind him. He sits at his workstation, a half-finished robot sat on the table. He slides his tongue in the space between his teeth absentmindedly as he goes back to connecting wires.

‘She used the past tense. Had, she said.’ He bounces his knee absentmindedly, reaching for the soldering iron. ‘But she called me honey. She called me hot stuff. Is that an insult?” He tests the joints. ‘I don’t remember.’

He sets his project down for a second. He opens his laptop, smiling gently at his screen saver. It is a photo you had emailed him of the two of you to show you how it worked.

‘I should make a camera. Or find one. A digital one.’ He sighs, closing it. ‘She is absolutely gorgeous.’

He goes back to work, still feeling your fingers around his.

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kinneypride · 7 years

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“Fans” complain about diversity and representation in comics, and why is pretty obvious. Thor - Bill Masterson was Thor in the 90s, and there was the whole future Thor thing with Thor 2099 and the Dargo Ktor Thor too. These “fans” didn’t actively complain until it was a woman in the role. A woman I might add, that’s been proven to be worthy of the hammer since the beginning and has been a staple of Thor’s comics from the beginning. My reaction is more towards why did it take so long to do this story that’s been foreshadowed since Donald Blake himself first raised the hammer. Her comic also outsold original Thor’s by quite a lot, and even the drop off of readers still held above the dropoff of readers in original Thor’s comic. A complete unknown white male can pick up the hammer with no problems, but the second a woman who has a long history with Thor does? Oh lordy, shut the internet down. Captain America - In the 90s, John Walker became Captain America for awhile. And in recent years, Bucky became cap(a hero with a prosthetic arm), and currently Sam Wilson is, two characters that have been sidekicks and partners to cap for almost his entire run as opposed to a complete unknown white man. Yet they get all the hate for “replacing Steve.” It’s Sam Wilson’s turn with the shield, and someday Nomad will pick up the shield too. Cap’s early comics are rooted in this notion of the sidekicks/partners eventually will pick up the shield for him. It’s a golden age comic staple of the genre. Taking Captain America and making it about the legacy of what the mantle means to each individual. You can see it over in DC too. Legacies do pick up the mantle eventually. Ms. Marvel - Kamala Khan has been a great read full of personality and fun, but people are still crying out for Carol as Ms Marvel and whining about Carol’s shift to Captain Marvel. Yet that is the natural growth for both their characters. Carol to full take on the mantle of the source of her powers, and Kamala as being a hero who was inspired by another in her youth like many of the greats started themselves. Kamala’s title has been outselling the original’s for awhile now at that.

As for Carol, in one Avengers cartoon that had Carol in it, she can take full on punches from the hulk, but a random pebble while she’s flying a ship incapacitates her and knocks her out so the male characters have to fly the ship(none of which were even pilots!). Yet not one peep from anyone how that didn’t make sense. It was accepted. And you want to tell me this isn’t about sexism towards her character to downgrade her from a military rank that gives respect to her air force days back to a no rank title that uses “Ms.”

All-New Wolverine - I don’t even know where to begin on the ignorance of the complaints here. She’s been building up to becoming Wolverine since her premiere on TV. Her second set of origin comics literally start off with her stepping into Logan’s feet. How anyone can call this “forced”, well, they’re probably an idiot anyway. Wolverine’s comic has never been this fun to read before. Ironman - Riri Williams makes sense taking over the mantle, and even so, she took on a new name for herself anyway. The only other character to come close would have been the niece of James Rhodes. “Fans” will cry and scream that only Tony Stark is Ironman. Yet they’ll conveniently forget that James Rhodes was Ironman in the 80s while Tony Stark was out of commission. Now with Rhodey gone, and plus he’s already been Ironman and has created his own various hero Identities after the fact, it was time for a new person to step into the shoes to begin their own legacy. Makes it hard to believe that those “fan” complaints aren’t anything more than thinly veiled sexism. And lets be honest here, Tony hasn’t been that smart since, well, his creation. He is arrogantly smart, which has led to lots of personal issues and dangerous mistakes. It’s time someone else wore the armor that’s not that arrogantly smart(stupid) to see how she handles it differently without that life threatening flaw that self-creates problems. Especially ones of such magnitude that’d let Ultron turn Tony himself into a puppet because Tony thought nanites and computer parts in his body directly was a good idea. Hulk - Bruce Banner’s original runs have always been about him seeking to rid himself of the hulk. He’s succeeded several times in the past. To the point Rick Jones ended up as a hulk. So “hulk” has had stories in the past of new characters taking over and becoming a Hulk. Now all of a sudden it’s an issue when an asian american man becomes a Hulk. One that has a longstanding history in Marvel as much if not more so than even Rick Jones did before he became a hulk(and then much later A-Bomb). Banner’s wife/Ex-wife Betty becoming a hulk was derided non-stop as well, no matter how fun it was to read. Yet as a story, it makes sense because of how much Banner’s gamma life impacts those around him. Women in his life can get maimed, killed, or even tortured, but heaven forbid one actually get powers of her own because of how Banner’s life impacts them. I mean it’s not like there is history of that happening to loved ones or relatives even from the simplest things like a blood transfusion. Spider-man - The hero costume itself has always been about it could be anyone under that mask. The full covering suit is a metaphor for the fact the kid underneath is any kind of bullied underdog with a good heart. But people whine nonetheless, and even with their whining, many of whom are whining don’t even read the comic. Which is rather obvious by their complaints. They claim this true fan moniker but can’t even recognize an older character reappearing and cry out that Marvel is trying to turn Spider-man into a girl. (*Facepalm.*) And in actual new changes, the alternate universe version over with Spider-Gwen is a fantastic read. One of the best new interpretations of the lore in ages.

“Fans” call it diversity killing comics and heroes. I call it the natural evolution of the characters, and their impact on their world and those around them. The natural progression of stories that should have reached this far in decades past if Marvel back then wasn’t scared of their straight white bread audience that was scared of change. So what’s all the hate really about? Because the rise and fall of sales in comics is nothing new. This happens, and has been happening for the duration of comics as a whole. It’s nothing new. And often enough, it has nothing to do with content. Especially in this day and age where sales are trending towards digital, and print comic sales(floppies) were dwindling much worse before these alleged new “experimental” forays in story telling as people wait for trade paperback collections and hardcovers to read it all at once. Are we really going to call this an experiment when Marvel has done this previously to core title characters in the past? My personal comic buying habits have slowed, and I know it’s not because of “diversity” in the comics. It’s because of the personal finances cost. Much of the material is better than it’s ever been in the past. Heck, much of it is better than it was back during the early 2000s, and here we are nearing 2020. Why can’t comics evolve and their world evolve naturally? Do we really need to leave characters in cryo stasis and telling the same story six ways to Sunday repeated over and over in a slightly different way? Why can’t we have actual new stories? Are you really going to complain about the slowing of the sales of ‘floppies’ when those numbers are still higher than the past? Now also boosted by digital? And an increase in trade paperback sales? So what’s the hate really about? Longstanding comic tropes of heroes naturally evolving as per their character history? Or the fact in some of those cases it happens to be a woman? Or in Captain America’s case, a black man. Or Hulk’s an Asian American? Why can’t Marvel be allowed to tell new stories like they have in the past even with new male characters? We wouldn’t even have War Machine today if not for Marvel doing that in the past. These characters will grow into the mantle, and some will splinter off into new identities. It’s a comic staple that’s as old as comics itself, and if we limit that, we’re cutting off a large chunk of what future comics could become and grow into. If over in DC, the new Wally West took over for Barry, as it happened previously in the comics pre-reboot that brought Barry back, how do you think people will react to that? It’s happened in the past, so it shouldn’t be an issue. It’s part of Barry’s character history. But logic has never been part of a hater’s repertoire. I guess we’ll see how that pans out coming up in the Flash TV series itself. These shifts are nothing new to comics. So why is it ‘now’ an issue when it’s someone that’s not white or not male? This shouldn’t be an issue at all.

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Again [Leo X OC] (ch 2)

Chapter 1

"So let me get this straight," Rebecca sighed, rubbing her temples, "I explicitly tell you to stay away from the Purple Dragons and instead you go and confront not one, but three of them?!" "I was trying to help-" Nana started, but Rebecca cut her off. "Leonardo can take care of himself! These boys fought aliens for crying out loud!" "In her defense," Mikey said, "Leo did mess up his ankle pretty bad."

"That's not the point Michelangelo." Rebecca replied, shooting him an annoyed glance. Mikey was sitting with Nana in the living room of Rebecca's apartment. Leo and Donnie had asked him to take Nana home while Donnie got Leo back to the lair. At first, Mikey was excited to spend time with a potential new friend, but being stuck in the middle of a lecture wasn't what he had expected. "What exactly were you going to do, young lady?" Rebecca asked, "How did you plan on facing that many thugs?!" "Well that Persona thing sounded-" Mikey started, but quickly stopped, giving Nana a confused look as she frantically waved her finger tips across her neck. "'Persona thing'?" Rebecca questioned before turning back to Nana, raising her voice, "Are you playing VIGILANTE?!" "No!" Nana exclaimed, quickly rising to her feet, "Aunt Becca, just listen-" "What's this 'Persona' thing then?" Rebecca asked, "I want the truth Nana!" With a defeated sigh, Nana flicked her wrist. Two card appeared in her hand as Mikey and Rebecca curiously watched her. "These are my Personas Aunt Becca." Nana said, "I didn't want to tell you cause-" "Did your father teach you that?" Rebecca asked, her eyes narrowing. "No! God!" Nana growled in aggravation, "This is why I didn't want to say anything! I knew you wouldn't believe me!" "I don't know what your father told you-" "It's not a con Aunt Becca!" Nana exclaimed, "Geez, you can never let that go!" "He was using a child to trick people!" Rebecca snapped. "We did what we had to!" Nana snapped back, "I'm not a con artist anymore! I haven't been for years! Why can't you accept that?!" "Okay," Mikey said, jumping between the two women, "I think you two just need to take a minute and breathe, okay?" Rebecca sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she turned away from the teens. Nana rolled her eyes, holding the cards up as she took a couple steps back. "Persona." Nana whispered. Just like in the ally, the glowing cards shattered in the blonde's hands. Mikey and Rebecca turned their attention to Nana as a gust of wind filled the living room. With a flash, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Nana. One was the jack-o-lantern Leo had told Mikey and Donnie about, the other seemed to look like a chubby snowman with legs and was dressed similar to a jester. The snowman giggled as the jack-o-lantern cackled. "Whoa!" Mikey breathed as Rebecca stared in awe. "These are my Personas. Pyro Jack," Nana explained, pointing to the jack-o-lantern, then the snowman, "and Jack Frost. They're The Jack Brothers." "How are you doing this?" Rebecca asked, cautiously walking up to them. "It's not a trick Aunt Becca." Nana said, "They're just... They're a part of me." "Can I touch them?" Mikey asked, a wide grin spreading on his face. Before Nana could reply, the two Persona's exchanged surprised glances before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Rebecca jumped as Mikey let out a disappointed groan. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Rebecca asked. "Are you kidding?" Nana asked, "What was I supposed to say? You literally just proved what I was expecting." With a sigh, Rebecca turned to Mikey, "Michelangelo, could you call your father for me, please?" "Umm, sure." Mikey replied in a confused tone as he pulled his phone out. After pressing Splinter's name he handed to phone to the older woman. The two teens exchanged confused looks as they watched Rebecca. "Hello Splinter, it's Rebecca." She paused, "No, Michelangelo is fine, I just needed to ask a favor of you. If you don't mind." Rebecca paused again, "I'm sure your other sons have told you about meeting my niece tonight, right?" Pause. "Yes. Well, I was wondering, since I need to go out of town for the next week for work, would it be alright if Nana stayed with you and your sons?" "What?!" Nana exclaimed, "Aunt Becca, I can-" Rebecca waved her away as she continued, "Thank you, Splinter. I don't mean to impose-" Pause. "That's sweet of you to say. I'd just be more comfortable knowing she's not by herself." Nana groaned, looking up to the ceiling as Rebecca continued her conversation. "It won't be so bad." Mikey said with a smile, "We've got lots of comics! And video games! I promise, we'll have lots of fun!" Nana couldn't help smiling at the orange clad turtles enthusiasm, "Thanks Mikey. It'd just be nice if she asked my opinion first. I mean, no offense, but I don't really know you guys." "Don't worry," Mikey grinned, "We're totally good guys!" "Thank you Michelangelo." Rebecca said, handing his phone back to him, "Splinter said to give him and your brother some time to prepare things, then you can bring Nana back to the lair before the sun comes up." "Wait, I'm going there tonight?!" Nana asked. "Yes," Rebecca replied, "I have to be at the airport in the morning." "I'm eighteen! Why can't I just stay here on my own?" Nana asked. "I'd rather know you're safe than wonder if you're repeating tonight's... experience." Rebecca said. "Now go pack up. It won't be much, but I want you kids to get some sleep before you go back to the lair."

Meanwhile, back at the lair, the turtles and Splinter were busy picking up miscellanies things. Leo, luckily, hadn't broken his ankle like he had feared. He had sprained it though. After Donnie had wrapped it up, he gave Leo a pair of crutches to get around. It wasn't long after that that they got the call asking if Nana could stay with them. "Where are we even going to put her?" Leo asked, shifting awkwardly on his crutch as he tried to help clean up. "'Put her'? It's not like she's a throw pillow Leo," Donnie said, "And you should really be resting right now." "You know that's not what I meant." Leo replied, "I mean where's she going to sleep?" "Why not give her your room?" Raph snickered, amused at the oldest turtles annoyance, "She did save you after all." Leo shot an irritated glace at Raph as Donnie added, "You know, that wouldn't be a bad idea. You could stay in my room and I'll just sleep in my lab." "What sleep?" Leo asked, "If you stay in the lab you're just going to work on your projects." "What if we make a deal?" Donnie suggested, "You stay in my room for the next week and I'll set an alarm on my phone. Each night the alarm goes off I'll stop what I'm doing and go to bed." Leo raised a brow ridge at the taller turtle, "If it's that easy then why don't you do that every night?" "Different circumstances." Donnie replied, putting his hand out, "I promise I'll do that this week though. Deal?" With a sigh, Leo shook Donnie's hand, "Deal." "It sounds like you boys have already figured out Nana's sleeping arrangements." Splinter said with a smile. "Yes Sensei." Leo said, shifting awkwardly on his crutch. "Very good. Leonardo, is your room ready for her?" Splinter asked. "Erm..." Leo took a moment to think. It wasn't as if his room were messy, he always made a point to keep it tidy after all. Was it really okay for a girl though? "Why don't you go check." Splinter said, "Afterwards, you should rest. You shouldn't be on your feet." "Yes Sensei." Leo reluctantly replied.

Leo looked around his room, his eyes wandering from the small bonsai tree next to the little lantern then to his neatly made bed. He had just washed the bedding two days ago, 'That should be okay, shouldn't it?' He wondered to himself. His gaze wandered to the four swords hanging on the wall beside his bed. Should he take those down? After debating for a minute, he decided against it. After all, someone with the ability she had- whatever that was- they would have to know not to mess with a weapon, even if they were curious. Then again it was just common sense not to mess with a weapon. He had a couple books scattered about the room as well as little laundry he had meant to put with the rest of the dirty clothes. The more he looked around, the more he thought straightening up wouldn't hurt. As he picked up, he couldn't help thinking about Nana. He would never admit it out loud, but he was a little embarrassed at how they met. There he was, cornered and in pain, and she dropped in out of the blue and chased away the men he had been running from. In every scenario he had ever let himself imagine, he had always been the hero. Leo never imagined it would be the other way around. He couldn't help recalling her words, "Are you seriously going to scold me for saving you?" Had he really come off that way? He didn't mean to, but how was he supposed to know she wasn't a normal human. In the heat of the moment, anything could have happened. Given the pain in his ankle, he was afraid he wouldn't have been able to save her. He never expected her to be the one to save him. Maybe it did hurt his ego a bit, but he was too proud to admit it. 'Maybe I should apologize.' He thought with a sigh.

--- Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you guys liked this chapter!

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thenerdytomboynewb96 · 7 years

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Samantha Allan Park Ch. #11

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC’s.

Chapter #11

*Later that next day/Sunday evening* Sam had finally finished adding the new rockets to her skateboard late last night and she couldn’t wait to finally test them out this evening. She and Mikey had begun their training that afternoon, (luckily she had an earlier soccer game that weekend which meant she could spend the rest of the day in the lair) and currently they were on break, though this break was also due to both friends wanting to try out the new board as well. The two were standing in the dojo as Mikey began giving instructions.

“Alright, you have to be careful in the beginning because there’s going to be a huge kick from the force from the rockets, which is going to make it really hard to maintain balance and speed. So for now, let’s just practice getting you to maintain balance in the air.”

Mikey pulled his board from off his back and placed it on the ground. “You have the device right? And you turned it on?” In order to get the rockets to work, Donnie had originally created a small device with an on and off switch that his brother could keep in his pocket. This way, if Mikey just wanted to skate around without using the rockets then he could do so. If the switch was turned on, then as soon as pressure was added to the board, the rockets would start working. Sam had studied the design of both Mikey’s skateboard and of the control device and built her model based on the design that Donnie had created years ago.

Sam pulled her control device out of her back pack and turned the rockets on. “I’m all set.” She then put the device back into her bag. “Alright, so first just practice getting your board to levitate off the ground some.” He then stood on his board, his weight activating the rockets. Slowly the board lifted him a couple feet off the ground. He then stared at Sam to signal that it was her turn to try. She placed her board on the ground and stepped onto it as she slowly started to rise off the ground as well. “There you go, nice start. You might want to stop now though.” “Ummm, how do I stop?” Sam had now passed where Mikey’s spot in the air was as she continued to slowly rise up and up. “Hop off quick.” She jumped forward and her board fell to the floor.

“Heh, guess you need to weigh more than a twig if you want to gain control” Raph said in a nasty tone from the living room. He was sitting on the couch in front of the television as he continued to fight his hardest to gain the top spot in Drive Club, just like he had been doing all day. At times he could still hear Sam and Mikey conversing in the other room, and he never missed a chance to throw some type of snide remark at Sam.

Mikey just rolled his eyes as he tried his best to ignore his brother. “Try again. You have to make sure your knees are bent a bit as the board begins to rise or else it will just keep going up, up, up. If you stand straight and tall then the board will continue to rise, but once you bend your knees some it helps to maintain what height you want to stop or continuing rising at. I’m not exactly sure how all that works and makes sense, but it’s what I’ve learned in all the years that I’ve been doing this.”

Sam got her board ready and tried again. She stood straight as she first stepped on her board, and once she got about a foot off the ground she bent her knees some. She was still a bit shaky, but she had stopped the board from rising any further. “Nice! On to step two, carefully moving forward. Once you get off the ground and reach the height that you want, you then have to slightly lean forward on your board. But be careful because-” That fast Sam had already tried leaning forward, but she had leaned a bit too far, and her board had sent her flying into the other room. Luckily she had leaped off the board before it had slammed into the far wall past the living room. Mikey sprinted into the living room while Raph laughed as he continued to play his videogames on the couch. “Sam, you alright?” he asked with concern. Of course, Sam with her typical ‘I don’t care, it’s no big deal’ type attitude replied sarcastically. “Peachy…” she groaned as her friend helped pull her up off the ground. Mikey smiled at her. “Right, I have to keep reminding myself that I don’t have to worry about you getting scared of anything or freaking out about something that’s potentially dangerous. I’m sure you’ve done worse.” “Oh trust me I have” she replied with a chuckle.

“Twigs do crack easily” Raph called out.

Mikey closed his eyes as he tried to contain his frustration. The entire time Mikey had been training with Sam, all Raph had done was mock her and throw as many complaints and insults towards her as he could. Splinter wouldn’t have let him get away with this, but at the moment he was meditating elsewhere throughout the sewers. There were a few different places underground he would venture off to where it was much quieter than it was at home. At least the other brothers just went and kept to themselves, but Raph purposefully made his presence known, and for the worst reason. Mikey knew that Raph was still upset about everything that had happened the day previous, both about the videogame situation and Mikey’s lies, and also that Sam had provided more of a fight than Raph would like to admit. So, as his revenge, he was verbally disrespecting the girl. As much as Mikey wanted to continue working with Sam on how to maintain control of her board, he could see that certain wires needed to be fixed after the two hard hits that the board had just received, so he decided that maybe it was time to head back to the dojo for more training.

“Come one Sam, let’s get back to work. Next break we can go back and fix your board.” She picked up her board and saluted him. “Yes sir!” Mikey smiled as he lead the way back to the other room. He was delighted to see that his rude older brothers words hadn’t seem to affect the girl at all as she walked with a ‘pep in her step.’

As the two walked across the room and through the large circular opening that lead into the dojo, Sam glimpsed over all the weapons that lined the walls of the opening. She was shocked at how many weapons these guys owned and wondered where they had found them all. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, she stopped and stared at one weapon in particular that caught her eye. Most weapons that were used in pairs were lined along the wall with their other half, but down towards the bottom center of the left wall was a lone sai. In the center of the left wall there were pairs of sai’s starting at the top and leading all the way down to the bottom. The largest pair was at the top and as the pairs went down they slowly got smaller and smaller, the smallest being the one sai at the very bottom. It seemed a bit dusty since it probably hadn’t been used in a long while based on its size. The handle was a bright red color and had a black engraving of the letters “C.A.P.” going from the top to the bottom of the handle.

Mikey turned around once he realized that he had lost the girls attention. “Sam?” “Is that Raph’s?” she asked softly as she pointed to the lone sai. Of course Raph was already walking over to where they were standing once he heard his name. “Is what Raphs?” he snarled. He looked at what Sam was pointing at and replied with a mix of annoyance and confusion in his voice. “Yeah, obviously it’s mine. Who’s askin-” “How long have you had it?” Her face was filled with worry and concern, but Raph didn’t care. “I don’t know.” “Why haven’t you been taking care of it?” “What?” “Why is it dusty and the blade dull?” “Because it is.” “Where’d you find it?” “On the ground.” “How’d you get it?” “None of your business!”

As the two argued, Mikey noticed that Sam’s hands were lightly shaking. “Sam, you okay?” “No she’s not! Her family obviously didn’t teach her about respecting people’s privacy!” “Dude can’t you just answer some of the questions?!”

Sam clenched her fists together after the comment Raph made about her family, but she took a deep breath and was able to maintain control of herself.

“I’m fine, and he’s right.” Raph and Mikey both turned towards her with slightly shocked expressions. Did she just agree with Raph, and at a time when he could hear her? Raph was used to her replying sarcastically or by using a joke to mock him, but she actually listened and agreed with him.

“He was nice enough to admit that it was his, so he answered one of my questions. I’ll just leave it at that.” She forced a fake smile and turned towards Mikey. “Come on, let’s get back to training.” He replied with a gentle smile. “Yeah, let’s go. Oh I made a list of all the cool moves I’m going to eventually teach you!”

The two then walked into the dojo. Sam could feel Raph’s eyes glaring at her as she walked away from where they had all been standing. Eventually he went back to playing his videogames, and Sam couldn’t have been more relieved. Seeing that sai really messed with her head. She hadn’t seen that in so long and she so badly wanted to tell Mikey that she just wanted to go home. It had been a long time since she had looked back on the memories of when that sai was in her life, and seeing it so suddenly and without any type of warning was flooding her memory with flashbacks that she wasn’t prepared to see. On top of that, Raph being a dick about it AND throwing an insult towards her family just brought on even worse feelings of anger. But luckily Raph had dropped things and went back to playing videogames, and moreover she had her new best friend. Thank goodness he was just being his dorky self that knew how to make her laugh and feel comfortable to bring her back to her senses. He didn’t realize it, but him being him was literally saving her right now. She was afraid to think what could have happened if Mikey hadn’t been in the room while the argument had gone down, but for now she was going to continue to have as many positive thoughts as possible. She had already cast everyone else out (since they had all ditched and ignored her in the first place) because of her past, and she didn’t want it to tear her best friend away either.

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*Friday evening/ school ends*

The bell rung and soon the entire school building was filled with noise as students were packing up their belongings and shoving their chairs under their desks so that they could run and catch up to talk with their friends. It was yet again another Friday night and everybody was excited for the plans they had in store. Sam listened to all the commotion as she leaned up against her locker in the hallway. She was currently using her spare phone to map and track locations that were usually hot spots for criminals since her and Mikey had some fun plans in store for that night. She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice the five guys that walked over to her until she head the *slam!* of a lacrosse stick against the locker in front of her, the stick passing right by the front of her face. “Dang, you didn’t even flinch! How do you do that?” Sam smiled as she looked up at Kyle, the most energetic of the five boys.

The Asian males in front of her were all members of her soccer team that she was a part of outside of school. Kris, Key, Kyle, Kevin, and Ken had known Sam for years and were some of the few people who actually talked to her in school. The only time they ever talked to her was when she was the only one in the hallway or if they got paired up in class, that and of course they talked to her at games and practices, but that’s where the conversations would end. Them being on the same soccer team was the main reason they talked to her in general, but they were also some of the handful of people her age she had known since she was a kid. Each of them had siblings who had been friends with Jamie, Amber, Brian, and some now still friends with Jay, and then eventually also befriended the rest of her Caucasian family members.

Key walked over and threw his arm around Kyle’s shoulder. “Gee, you treat girls like that and you wonder why you’re still single” he said mockingly. “So Sam, you coming to the final game today? You’ll be surrounded by mostly Asian people” he said with a smirk. Jokingly, Sam put her hand over her heart. “Oh goodness, you know that’s my dream come true, how could I ever resist?” Key rolled his eyes and smiled before going back to messing with Kyle. “What’s that?” Kevin asked. He participated in many of the same academic clubs as Sam and was interested in the gadget she was using. “Just an old phone I re-wired and sometimes use for simple things like GPS.” “You going somewhere?” “Just looking for some places to hangout tonight.” He gave her a confused look. “I thought you were coming to the game.” “I am, but Jay is heading out with his group afterwards and I’d rather not be the awkward…whatever wheel I’ll be since everyone in their group is dating someone now.” “Oh, so you’re going out afterwards” he said as he raised his eyebrows in shock. “Yeahhhh…” she said with a funny expression as she wondered where the boy was heading with these questions. “You’re going out with someone” Ken smirked. “I am. With me, myself and I. The best trio you’ll ever meet.” “You’re behavior says otherwise madam” Ken replied. “Ex-squeeze me?” “You didn’t even notice us walk up behind you, and you ALWAYS deflect any move I make. And it’s not easy being able to deflect THESE!” he shouted as he showed off his muscles. “Better confess now before I tell the future brother in law” Kris smirked. Kris was the younger brothers to Jay’s girlfriend, Brenda. “…you wouldn’t…” she said with a worried expression. “Then it looks like you better confess.” “*sigh* okay I may have made a new friend recently” Sam stated timidly. “OOOOHHHH!” Key, Ken, and Kyle went crazy as they put their hands over their mouths. Kris and Kevin who were usually the somewhat calmer ones of the group even joined in on teasing her. “Wow, and big brother doesn’t know a thing! It would be such a shame for him to find out.” “Dude, Kris c’mon. I mean it’s no big deal like we just met…a few weeks ago…I think?”

Sam had been spending so much time with her new friend that she honestly had lost track of the time. How long had she and Mikey been hanging out? She knew it had been about a week now that she had been hanging out in the lair, but she couldn’t recall how long the two had been hanging out altogether.

Kris made a serious face now, leading the other three to do the same. “Spill, where’d you meet?” “Subway.” “Were you alone?” “I was traveling by myself but the area was crowded.” “How old is he?” “15.”

She then felt Key put his right arm over her shoulders and Kyle put his left arm around her waist. “So it’s a he?” they asked in unison. Sam froze as she realized what she had said. Usually she was calm and collected in situations like this, but lately she found herself slipping more and more. Was a new best friend that much of a distraction?

“…It’s a he.” “OOOHHHH!” all five boys exclaimed as they jumped up and down in the empty hallway. The five boys continued to tease Sam as they all exited the building. They each waved goodbye to each other, but Kris called out to her once the other three had walked away some. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep your secret, just be careful okay?” She smiled playfully. “Am I not always careful?” He smiled as he looked down and then back at her, his hands tightly holding onto the straps of his backpack. “You are, but…it’s just been awhile.” “What do you mean?” “You being this energetic and happy. Before you say anything” he said with his hands up in defense, “I’m not saying you’re always down in the dumps or anything, but you’ve just…been on your own for a while. I haven’t seen you this goofy since, well, before everything happened. I just don’t want you to let your guard down. I know some shitty guys and I just don’t want you hanging around anyone like them.” Sam’s smile shrunk, but still remained on her face. “Don’t worry. Just because I found someone who has the same interests as me and is easy to talk to doesn’t mean I’m going to go soft and allow them to do whatever they want to me. I still know how to kick ass and look for red flags. I got this” she said, swiping her hands over her shoulders. Kris laughed so loud he had to instantly cover his mouth. He wasn’t used to seeing her act so silly anymore and it was hilarious to see her act this way again. He reached his arm out and Sam walked forward as the two hugged. As the two let go and Kris turned to go join his friends, she said some last words of thanks to her childhood friend. “Thanks for still caring, even though I’m sure Jay asked you to check up on me.” “Honestly he did, since he knows I look after you like you’re my own sister. But I’m glad I did.” He turned to go jog after his friends. “I’ve missed you kid!” he said as he took off. “You can’t call me kid when we’re the same age!” she called out to him. She saw him turn his head back for one last smile, and then he turned a corner and was gone.

As Sam walked towards her apartment building, she began to process what Kris had told her. He missed her? She had never left, she had been here the whole time. Even during her dark days she had been here, it was everyone else who had turned on her. She was confused at what he had meant by that, that and all the comments about her being so happy and fun again. Jay had said that the last time they hung out as well. She hadn’t really noticed a change in herself until she realized what Kyle had been talking about earlier. She froze in place along the street as the thoughts processed through her head. He was right, all five of the boys had walked right up behind her and she hadn’t really paid any attention to who it was. Usually she was always on alert of her surroundings, and knowing that her being so wrapped up in her plans with Mikey for later that night had distracted her like that began to worry her. She then remembered the previous weekend when she had been fighting along-side her new best friend and made note of her composure then, and as she thought of other moments like this she began to calm down and started to walk again. “Okay, I haven’t forgotten all I’ve been taught, I just need to be more aware. I can still be happy and excited, I just can’t let my emotions get in the way. I still have to be very cautious of my surroundings and I also need to find ways to prepare myself for sudden situations that require quick thinking. I definitely need a refresher on that.”

The rest of the way home Sam couldn’t keep herself from smiling. As she continued to process what the boys had told her, she was now really beginning to notice the effects of her friendship with Mikey. She had been distracted because of her plans for later that night, which was a first for her because until what she assumed had been a matter of weeks ago, she never had plans. She was thrilled knowing that she would continue to have this excitement every night since her and Mikey always hung out together. He was literally the perfect friend for her, not only because they both had a lot of the same interests, but also because he seemed to egg on her inner adrenaline junkie self. Instead of reprimanding her for jumping roof tops and for sneaking into buildings, he joined her in doing so. And now he was actually turning her into even more of an adrenaline junkie by helping her train and even by helping her master her skills on her newly updated skateboard.

She realized that for the first time in a very long time that she felt feelings of safety and comfort that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Thanks to Mikey she was never alone because she was either with him or thinking about him as she looked into places to go or for things to do with him. She wasn’t even upset that the five childhood friends she had just talked to never even mentioned her coming to hang out with them until their game started, or even after it ended, because she knew that she was already heading somewhere else. She was a bit hurt that Kris still only saw her as a sister, but at the same time she had been so preoccupied lately that she hadn’t really been thinking of romantic feelings towards anyone, so it didn’t bother her as much as it had in the past.

When she got to her room she realized that she had received a message on her phone from Mikey asking if she was okay. She was supposed to head straight home after school, get what she needed for that night, and then head down to the sewers. As she updated Mikey on what had happened, that quickly she forgot all about past romances and was only focused on getting ready as quickly as she could so that she could go see her best friend.

So when I add in new characters like this, I know who I’m picturing them to look like, but I usually don’t describe their looks too much because when I read fanfics I sometimes just imagine the character how I would picture them to look. I apologize if that’s rude to admit, but sometimes as I read how characters act and things like that, an image just appears of what I would expect that character to look like. SO, if there’s anyone who ever wants to know what celebrities I picture different characters to be portrayed by then feel free to ask J

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