n3onstarss

[n3onstarss]

see you again — mizu x reader

inspired by: see you again; tyler, the creator

summary: can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

a/n: this came to me in a dream and made me wake up in a cold sweat /j

wc: 2.6k

tags/warning(s): allusions to period typical homophobia, angst, afab reader, fluff, arranged marriage, near death

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

You and Mizu had always been close. You would frequently visit your grandfather out in the thick woods behind Kohama, of whom Mizu was an apprentice of. Your grandfather was grateful of you coming around to give Mizu another outlet, a real friend her age to speak to instead of trailing behind him all day and night.

Mizu was quickly drawn to you the day you first showed up as a small child, but was worried about how you would react to her most potent feature. The first few visits you had that she was there for, she ended up curiously watching you from afar as you would talk to Eiji about your newest skill your mother had taught to you, or watching you play outside in the forest.

The first time you had seen Mizu’s eyes, you were enthralled by them. Of course, you had heard of the onryō haunting Kohama, but you expected them to be taller, have sharp and frightening features. But Mizu was shy and gentle with you, silently greeting you with a small flower every time you came to visit as you started to grow closer. You bonded over your shared want to master a weapon that seemed so far out of reach, you with your bow and Mizu’s sword.

You were her closest friend, the first person beside her mother to know she was a woman. You were never scared or deterred from her or her slowly hardening demeanor, or her sharp blue eyes. She could pinpoint the exact moment she had begun to fall for you; after quietly sharing the fate of her mother on the one day that the bad men had come to take her out of this world.

You were nothing but kind with her, an arm resting on her shoulders as your hand gently carded through her hair that you had helped her tie up so many times. When she turned her head to look at you through nervous eyes and she saw nothing but fondness and warmth, she knew you had her wrapped around your finger.

Your visits started to become more infrequent as your father began preparing you for your duties as a wife in the near future, and Mizu found herself distracting herself from your absence by throwing herself into her sword and fighting techniques. But in the moments before bed, she would lay on her back and stare longingly at the ceiling, wondering what would happen if you and her were to just run off together and start your own life together. But what she yearned for to be possible hurt her, because she knew it could never be. The relationship she so desperately craved to have with you was forbidden; it could get the two of you killed.

So her mind became consumed with her quest for revenge. Her sword was forged from the meteorite she and the swordfather found, and she was marching her way to say goodbye to you. The rain that poured on the day of her departure set the tone for how well the attempt at a goodbye would go. With how stubborn you were when it came to Mizu’s safety, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

She stealthily climbed up the tree beside your home, crawling in through a window on the second story floor before quietly in front of your door. Now, she’d never been to your home, but you’d described it to her enough for her to be able to get her bearings. She patted off the front of haori nervously before raising her hand and knocking on your door softly.

She could hear you shuffling around before arriving at the door, opening it and smiling widely at the sight of your friend. She allowed herself to curl her lips into a small smile as you pulled her into your room, the smell of your lavender incense and smoke from the candle crawled it’s way into her nostrils while you shut the door behind the two of you.

While Mizu was glancing around your room for the first time, you smiled before clearing your throat to catch her attention. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at you, her smile dropping at the reminder of what she was here to do. She decided to rip the bandaid off, not bothering with any pleasantries.

“I’ve come to say goodbye.”

Your mood and smile dropped, brows furrowing at Mizu’s sudden words.

You knew of Mizu’s yearning and hunger for revenge, but you figured you’d have more time with her in Kohama before she would depart. You regretted not sneaking out to your grandfather’s when you had the opportunities presented themselves, you felt incredibly guilty for leaving Mizu hanging for so long. She seemed colder now, you wondered what she had been through in the months since you last visited.

You should’ve made time. 

Why didn’t you make time?

Now the one you loved more than anything any rich lord could offer was leaving, and you were stuck here to become a docile wife. The thought of it put a horrible taste in your mouth.

You swallowed thickly, “I’m coming with.”

Mizu blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as you began to gather up your bow and quiver that laid hidden beneath the floorboards in front of your sleeping pad. She swiftly moved over to you, kneeling and placing a hand on your bicep to stop you. She could see the tears glistening in your eyes through your hair that draped over your face, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your ear softly.

You paused your frantic movements to grab your weapon, glancing towards Mizu, who continued to be nothing but gentle with you as you began to let the tears trail down your cheeks. You wept, feeling homesick for the person who hadn’t even left yet.

“No, you’re not.” Mizu said quietly, but in such a firm tone you knew there was no room to argue about it. “I need you here. I need to know that you’re safe home, in Kohama. Where I’m going… you could get killed. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch.”

“But you could get killed, Mizu.” You whispered, turning into her, almost. Your knees touched, Mizu’s strong hands resting on your biceps while you raised your head just enough to stare at the scarf wrapped around her neck. Slowly reaching up, you fidgeted with the standing end of the knot before letting your hand fall to rest against her binded chest. “You could get killed and I’d… I’d never know. I’d be here waiting for you, and you’d never come back. I can’t…” Your voice shook, and Mizu’s hands began to as well. “I can’t live in a world that doesn’t have you in it.”

Mizu’s eyes widened at the admission, her heart swelling sadly.

“Nothing – and I mean, nothing,” she swallowed her anxieties. Should she be admitting this to you now? What if you’re right? What if she doesn’t come back? She paused briefly before deciding to just spit it out. If she was to die while on her journey, she was not going to die without knowing what it felt to be yours.

Even it was for a few fleeting moments.

“will take me from you before I’ve gotten the chance to give you the life you deserve.” She whispered, hands sliding down your arms to take your hands into hers. She rubbed her thumbs over the tops of your knuckles. “I love you,” She admitted, whispering your name as she reached a hand up to cradle the back of your head and pressing a firm, loving kiss you your forehead. “I’ll come home to you. I promise.”

‘She loves me?’ You thought, your brain swirling with excited thoughts as she pressed a kiss your your forehead. Your grip on her top tightened, and you finally mustered the courage to look into her eyes. Oh, how you loved them.

Seeing how this may be the last time you may every get the pleasure of seeing them, you reached your hands up and cupped her cheeks with a heavy sigh, hands shaking. Her eyes stormed with several emotions. Embarrassment? No… Love? Yes, and you were thrilled that it was openly aimed at you. 

With the courage boost of her gaze on you, you shakily traced a thumb over her bottom lip, swallowing down the thick emotions that you felt bottling up. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t shy away from you. She never has.

You slowly leaned up, brushing your lips against her own before finally pressing them together, a mournful whimper leaving Mizu’s throat the second they made contact. Was this the only time she would ever be able to kiss you? She wondered, gripping your wrists softly as she eagerly kissed you back, her stomach flipping.

After what was too soon for either of you, Mizu pulled away, much to her own dismay. It was time.

You swallowed back a cry before pressing your foreheads together, “I love you too.”

———

You didn’t think she’d be gone for so long.

The first day was miserable.

The first month? Miserable.

The first six months? You guessed it!

Miserable.

The first year? Not any better.

You started to visit your grandfather more often to make sure he was cared for and still alive, you often cooked him dinners and stayed the nights to eat with him. He was the only thing besides your concealed that really connected you to Mizu now that she was gone, and your frequent visits to him had interfered with your attempts at an arranged marriage, which resulted in your father doubling down and finally marrying you off to a lord after nearly two years of Mizu’s absence.

He hardly paid any attention to you, which was a blessing for you. It gave you more time to practice your archery and hunting, letting you keep a piece of Mizu with you. It also promised an easier escape for whenever Mizu came back.

Which she did.

Half dead though, which wasn’t ideal.

A man who you now knew as Ringo came crashing into the woods where you practiced archery at the request of your grandfather, and the moment you heard Mizu’s name slip out of his mouth you were sprinting towards your grandfather’s home. He had heard you sprinting through the woods, panting harshly before you slide one of the doors open. He placed the large metal tongs in front of your stomach before you could run to Mizu, guiding you over to the table to grab something to eat.

“You’ll do the boy no good if you cannot take care of yourself while you care for him, child.” He bonked your head with the tool, hobbling away after you walked over to Mizu with the meal, kneeling down beside her and setting it down beside you. 

Your hand didn’t dare make contact with the injury on her forehead, but gently settled against her cheek. Your throat tightened from the overwhelming myriad of emotions washing over you the moment you laid eyes on her pale skin, you reminded yourself that she came home to you. Alive. But the look and thought her physical state worried you beyond anything you could reassure yourself with.

You had politely asked and instructed Ringo to deliver a message to your “husband” (to you, he was just some deadbeat you were legally tied to. He was already close to his deathbed before the few days that had gone on before Mizu’s abrupt arrival) that you were staying with your grandfather for a few days, falsifying an injury that he supposedly sustained that you needed to help him with. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, somebody you cared about was injured, it just wasn’t your grandfather.

Of whom made sure to put you to work while you were there, gathering firewood for him and assisting him to make tea and Ringo to make dinners for the three of you until one of the injured had woken up. It wasn’t the person you wanted to wake up most though.

Taigen, had been the first to rouse from his brief coma. You were not his biggest fan, but you knew him from the years you’d spent growing up by his side in the same village. Mizu never went into depth about what Taigen and his friends had done to her before the two of you met, but she said enough to make you strongly dislike the man.

He was surprised to see you, especially in the getup you were in, dressed similarly to Mizu. In your defense to yourself, how were you supposed to hunt in the kimonos that the women usually wore?

Today, Ringo was tailing your grandfather everywhere, claiming to be his new apprentice and Taigen was off exploring Kohama for the first time in years. You leaned against the building and watched as Ringo rambled while pulling out the firewood your grandfather needed, and your grandfather grumbled under his breath in irritation.

You let yourself chuckle, something you hadn’t done in a long while before your head whipped around at the sound of a groan coming from inside the house. You turned on your heel and jogged inside, your jaw dropping as you gasped at the sight of Mizu. She was sitting up, her hand pressing against the injury that had been stitched up by Ringo before you’d been alerted of her presence in your home.

You quickly ran forward and fell to your knees, engulfing her in a tight embrace. You felt her stiffen as you began to cry into her nape, but she seemed to recognize you quickly and returned the embrace, shutting her eyes tightly.

When you felt her warmth beneath your fingertips, it felt like you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She came home. To you. And she was alive.

“Mizu…” You laughed through a sob, your hands shakily grabbing the fabric covering her shoulders. Relief flooded through your system as she rested a hand at the small of your back, tugging you closer against her. “You’re alive! Oh my god, you’re alive.” You pulled back, shaky hands cupping her cheeks gently. 

She brought a hand up to grab one of your own to steady your touch, leaning into your hand tenderly before turning into it and pressing a kiss to your palm. It felt good to be home. You were home, still. After all these years, after Mikio, after everything, you remained constant, unmoving. One of the only people that were consistently by her side after everything.

“I missed you,” She mumbled, her right hand coming up to gently rub your chin with her pointer finger while her left hand rested against one of the hands on her face. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

You laughed through continuous tears, shaking your head softly, “I’m just glad you’re back, dumbass.” You held her face a little tighter, sniffling. “Even if you were half dead.”

“I kept my promise, didn’t I?” She joked, gazing into your eyes. They still held so much kindness and love for her… god, she didn’t deserve you. 

“Barely…” You pouted, beginning to litter kisses over her face. She laughed softly, enjoying the affection far too much for her own good. She couldn’t leave you behind again, not now. Two years without you was already enough torture. You finally lingered your mouth over her own when the door opened, and you both turned your gazes to see Taigen awkwardly standing in the doorway

“Was I…” He clears his throat. “...interrupting something?”

Mizu scoffs, rolling her eyes, “When do you not?” She asked rhetorically, beginning to bicker with the man.

Before he left again, he started mumbling something about how ridiculous Mizu was being and how he didn’t need this today. You couldn’t help but snicker at the mans grumbles, turning to face Mizu again, who was already smiling dotingly at you. She grabbed your face softly in one hand, and you melted into the touch that was missed and yearned for.

“Now where were we?”

[n3onstarss]

Reblogging because I'm finally resuming pt 2! It will take a bit due to finals week and a loss of interest in ROTTMNT, but I miss writing and the interest is coming back

PACIFIC RIM AU - CH 1 Part 1

I'm very autistic about both TMNT and pacific rim, so have this!! the plot for this takes place in an alternate universe where the rim wasn't fully closed. everything plot-hole wise will be explained away later, it's there for a reason!

each chapter will have 3 parts, I'm splitting them up so i can pace myself!

TW for mentioned blood, plenty of violence and cussing if you need one for that!

this is the Rise turtles, and all are aged up by 5 years. (Making Raph 22, April 21, Donnie and Leo 20, Reader 19 and Mikey 18!) the events of the Rise movie or most of rise in general, along with the Pacific rim movies, won't be used. this is an excuse for me to be weird about my interests ♡♡

°•°

Things weren't going well. The war against the kaiju out in the Pacific wasn't going great either. Many jeagers and their pilots had been lost. In fact, pilots were sparse, few and far between. That is, legal pilots. In the slums of NYC, there were 6 delinquent individuals. And not far away there was a junkyard full of old jeagers from both the US and Canada.

Those 6 had spent years, almost a decade by now, gathering parts and assembling their very own jeagers, hidden in warehouses along the docks. These young adults had even perfected drift compatibly down to a science, literally. Teams of two, that was the deal, and they were all partnered off.

Donatello was most compatible with his older sister figure April. Raphael with Michelangelo.

And Leo with [NAME].

An odd team, compared to the others. a short fused, easily upset human with a cocky turtle who laughed through all his problems. A team that shouldn't have worked. And yet it did. Flawlessly, even.

In fact, most would think they were only paired due to being the last options left, when infact they were the first to be found compatible. They fueled each others ego when needed, brought each other down to Earth more often than not, fueled the others rage and motivated them to keep going when things looked bleak.

Most would think they were just teens in love, and they wouldn't necessarily be wrong. [NAME] had harbored feelings for the blue clad turtle since they first piloted side by side, even before. His memories, his hopes, his fears. They'd seen them all and still fell for him all the same. But it was something they had to bury deep. A day would inevitably come when they would have to pilot in a fight, and their feelings cannot get in the way.

And today was the day, apparently. [NAME] was sat straddling the shoulder of their jeager, clinging tightly while they welded on some finishing touches to the large blue and white bot. And not a second too late were these upgrades finished.

Mikey burst through the warehouse doors into the large, dusty space, making [NAME] twist around at the waist and stare down at him, shocked by his sudden entrance.

"KAIJU! OFF THE COAST! LIKE, RIGHT NOW!!" His arms flailed wildly as he tried to talk with his hands and convey his distress. He definitely succeeded in that last part.

"DEADASS?? You're kidding, right?! Aren't they only in the Pacific?!" Their welding items and mask were dropped off into the basket and the rope untied, sending it plummeting down. [NAME] caught the end of the rope, gently lowering it the last of the way quickly as Mikey continued to holler.

"No, no I'm not kidding!! It's moving fast, Dee and Apes are already out there! We gotta go Now!" He was still gesturing wildly, bouncing on his heels like he was about to bolt to suit up. And he was, [NAME] could tell.

"Shit okay!! Go get Leo, tell him to get his blue ass in here!" [NAME] called as they scrambled down the arm with practiced ease.

As if on queue, Leo bolted in and almost knocked Mikey over, clambering up the jeager's leg at surprising speed. Mikey bolted out the instant Leo was in the room, likely because the warehouse holding his and Raph's jeager was down the way a little.

By the time both pilots were inside, in sync and moving, the kaiju was up in the shallows, coming off the coastal shelf. The bots burst from their warehouses, tearing them to splinters. The two bots sprinted through the decrepit storage yard, barreling towards the nearby sea and the other jeager.

Leo and [NAME] moved in tandem, running in place and pumping their arms in sync. The neural handshake was strong as always and practically ensured precision. They sped ahead of Mikey and Raph's jeager, taunting eachother over the comms.

"Damn, you guys are slow today! And that's saying something Mr. Orange-insisted-on-long-ass-legs-on-this-itty-bitty-torso!' Leo panted into the mic, teasing Mikey about his design choices.

"Oh shut up Leo!! Did you even bring medic supplies like you were supposed to?" Mikey was yelling and [NAME] almost had to crank down their comms to stop the oncoming headache, chuckling the entire time.

"No, he didn't Mike." [NAME] faux whispered into the comms, knowing it would be heard by Leo anyways.

"HEY-"

"Guys! We need to handle this as a team, which means no. Fighting!" Raph interjected, cutting Leo off and smashing the red jeager's fist into its palm mid run as if to punctuate his point.

"Hey, hi, hello! We could REALLY use some help right now! Our plasma cannon rounds are low and we don't have any more back at home, so I'd really fucking hate to run out right now!!" April jumped in, sounds of struggle from inside the jeager alongside the screaming of metal and the bellows of the beats could be faintly heard.

"Shit, sorry Apes, we are enroute! ETA is about a minute and a half out!" [NAME] reassured their friend, going faster and pushing themselves to the limit to get there quicker, which in turn made Leo speed up too.

"Yeah yeah, hurry UP!" Donnie interjected. He wasn't really one to talk on comms, so hearing him made everyone realize how bad the situation must be.

Finally close enough, Leo and [NAME] got good visuals on the fight. Running across a large stretch of gravelly sand they could see Donnie and April's jeager, Echo Seven, grappling hand to hand with a giant beast. This kaiju was likely only a category 2, but it was still formidable on the battlefield. The kaiju looked like a pangolin, shark and lionfish all at once, with spines along it's back and arms, scaley plates covering it's body and fin-like legs supporting the whole thing. The head resembled that of a shark with some odd growths and horns.

Even worse, the kaiju towered over the green jeager. This normally wouldn't have been a problem, their jeagers were small, but Echo Seven was that tallest of their little fleet.

Even with the disadvantage of size, the fleet had the advantage of speed and team work. The mace flew past Typhoon Eden, the blue jeager, landing right on the creatures back, crushing spines and causing the kaiju to scream out in pain. Just as the creature whipped around, flailing that long tail of its in an attempt to knock down Brawler Fury, the red jeager. Typhoon Eden, and subsequently the pilots, ducked and rolled underneath the flying tail before sliding across the dunes beneath it's belly. Time seemed to slow as they delivered an uppercut punch, rolling to a stop right beside Echo Seven and the creature was forced to rear back with the force of the blow.

"Thank God, what took y'all so long?!" April hollered over comms.

"Eh, downtown traffic, you know how it is." Leo joked back, earning a small chuckle from [NAME]. They began running the small bot up the bigger bot's back and onto the monster, working seamlessly like a well oiled machine. The kaiju had been mid-turn when Typhoon Eden ascended, the creature moving to attack Brawler Fury. The blue and white bot grabbed tight to the keratin horns and yanked, putting all the force of the bot and their combined fury to the test.

The kaiju's head was reared back again, and Brawler Fury was able to land a few hits to the chest and neck and tangle up it's front legs in the chain. Typhoon Eden's pilots shared a nod and attempted to snap the kaiju's neck and end this battle quickly. Just as the head began to be yanked at a full force by the jeager the monster threw its head forward in an attempt to buck off the mecha.

Typhoon Eden managed to hang on and ride the kaiju like a bucking bronco for a minute, but were ultimately sent tumbling info Brawler Fury, knocking both jeagers back into the sand. During the time it took for that one move to throw off the plan of attack, Donnie had concocted a new one.

"April, under it! If we go under it and plasma blast it we can rip it to shreds!!" Donnie spoke a little too quickly, undecipherable to anybody except those close to him.

Echo Seven tucked in on itself an rolled onto the jeager pile, landing on it's back with it's arms flung wide, as the baest shuddered and collapsed.

"Got it, got it!"

And with that the two of them ran in tandem, falling to their knees and leaning back in a mock power slide. Their plasma cannon ripped and burned through the creatures belly, tearing it from anus to mouth as sickly teal blood began to ooze from the rift and drop onto the sand below.

Shock and joy filled everyone's systems and within a minute all three bots were on their feet, holding each other's shoulders and jumping for joy as the comms lit up with boisterous laughter.

They did it! They'd defeated a kaiju! All on their own! They were as good as actual pilots with no training and half the jeager!

Just as the celebration was coming to an high and the adrenaline rush crashed, a booming voice rang through the atmosphere.

"Unauthorized jeager pilots, exit your jeagers and surrender."

The loud voice was demanding and left no room for contemplation. All four turtles, alongside their human companions, exited the command pods cautiously.

The giant, full sized jeager cast a shadow over the pilots and their bots. The Saber Athena glowered down at the six young adults, who simply stared in awe.

Eventually, and nervously, [NAME] and Raph both waved at the massive jeager, one five fingered hand next to a three fingered one. The pilots of Saber Athena must've been stunned, an educated guess substantiated by the lack of response or movement since the pilots of the rouge jeagers emerged.

The Saber Athena straightened, and one of her pilots cleared their throat before speaking.

"Re-enter your jeagers and retrieve your weapons. Await orders from there. And no funny business. understood?" A different, higher voice came through the comms, presumably the other pilot.

A lot of nodding and a few salutes were sent towards the Saber Athena and her pilots before the children dispersed, splitting off into pairs and disappearing quickly back down the hatches into their jeagers.

Teasing jabs and laughter could be hear over the comms, and the pilots of Saber Athena seemed to relax at the lightheartedness. These kids weren't here to cause trouble, that could've been guessed by the fact that they took down the kaiju instead of the city while they had the chance, but they had been uncertain up until this point.

It wasn't long before all three jeagers were up and running again, and again the voice they'd heard first came over the comms.

"What are your designations and names?" The voice seemed almost softer, but not by much. Enough to allow them room to respond, but still demanding.

The blue and white jeager raised it's hand first as an older teens voice came across the comms.

"Pilot number one here, you can call me Leo. This here is my lovely co-pilot [NAME] and our bot is the Typhoon Eden." The jeager did a theatrical bow followed by a curtsy, one for each pilot assumably.

The giant Saber Athena nodded sharply before directing it's gaze to the next, a green and black robot.

"Hi, hello, I'm April-" The left hand of the jeager waved a little, but rather enthusiastically.

"-And I'm Donnie." The right hand raised in the least enthusiastic wave possible.

"And we're piloting the Echo Seven." Both hands began doing jazz hands, except one was more exaggerated than the other.

Another nod from Saber Athena and a vague salute from the Echo Seven were exchanged before they moved on for the final time. Their gaze directed at the red and black bot seemed to make it stiffen as one of the pilots began to speak.

"Oh, yeah, okay so I'm Mikey, and," The speakers attention seemed to shift from the Saber Athena to someone else, supposedly it's co-pilot. "You wanna introduce yourself?"

The jeager shook its head, before the teen continued.

"Okay, and that's Raph and this is our beloved Brawler Fury!"

The Saber Athena looked from bot to bot before speaking.

"Well, it's easy to assume none of you have licenses. Or experience. Or training." As if to punctuate and add weight to each sentence the giant jeager looked pointedly at each bot, assessing them almost. "And based on how advanced your jeagers are, for hunks of scrap at least, parents who don't care." The higher voice pitched in.

The smaller jeagers all have different reactions. The Typhoon Eden looks ready to launch and attack the Saber Athena, Echo Seven stiffens up and stands at attention, falling completely radio silent as if they weren't already, and the Brawler Fury seems to curl in on itself.

A small crowd of civilians were now gathering nearby on a sight seeing parking area on the side of the road, simply observing. The Saber Athena held a hand out.

"Welcome aboard."

And with nothing else the jeager turned around and began to talk away, turning back after a few steps to see if the smaller jeagers were following. Not one had moved from it's previous spot, but all the stances had gone slack from surprise or relief, maybe both. The Saber Athena nodded its head sharply towards the direction it was walking in and began to move again, except now the pilots could hear the scramble of the three smaller jeagers running to keep up.

#rottmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #leo x reader #g/n reader #gender neutral reader #pacific rim #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #pacific rim uprising #pacific rim x rottmnt #crossover fic #tmnt x reader #my au

[n3onstarss]

Hello person who also likes Lyla. Could you write fluff hcs of Lyla x reader who is like dying of period cramps? On the floor rn.

sorry if that's an uncomfy topic!

have a nice day ^^

Hello hello person who also also likes Lyla! Yes, ofc I can! I hope you enjoy these!

HCs below the cut!

The entire time your body is betraying you she's wishing she had a physical form

Mostly so she can cuddle you and tell you you'll be okay, but also to get you everything you need

Until then, she's constantly paging someone to come help

Like, Gwen could just be going about her day or Jess could be mid-fight and all of the sudden Lyla is a little hologram on their watches telling them you need more pain killers or a heating pad

She calls in every favor in the books and blackmails Miguel into letting you stay in HQ or letting her stay in your universe in the watch until its over

He relents with specific rules about needing to come when called and needing to be ready in case of an emergency, but otherwise she's right there with you

Will hack your TV or computer or phone to play your favorite shows or music and will scam doordash into bringing you free food (or she charges it to Miguel's card, it's a 50/50)

Keeps you in her sight as best she can unless you need or specifically request privacy. Not to be overbearing, no, but to make sure you don't just keel over and die like you keep swearing you will

Has a little monitor floating around with all the others that's basically a direct video call straight to your phone or whatever device you've got on you. It's the only window she has open consistently and never closes for that few days to a week. (Again, closes if you ask or need privacy, but not without some jokey whining or playful sass)

Need a supply run? Not anymore, one of the spiders has been asked to bring you what you need or a instacart has been ordered. Painkillers? Already on their way. Need to go to work or school? She's on the watch/phone the entire time, if not hanging out in the corner of whatever screen is available and just sitting with you.

If she needs to check on someone for a mission she's very reluctant and sasses whoever told her to until she gets back, and she's back fast when she decides it's taking too long

Will absolutely sing you to sleep or tell stories and gossip, just depends on what you both feel like

All in all, will not leave your side unless strictly required, and works around her hologram/AI state to get you taken care of until your period is over

This got longer than I expected it to be, but the thoughts just kept coming! I hope you enjoy and I hope your cramps aren't actually killing you! Make sure to drink some water and stay safe, anon!

#thank you for requesting!! #request #lyla atsv x reader #lyla atsv #lyla x reader #atsv x reader #atsv

[n3onstarss]

gaz and Soap with a reader who makes too many self depreciating jokes?

i rlly need to stop doing this lol

-🍞

a/n: real 😭😭😭 also thank u for requesting!!!! hope u like :)

masterlist

soap:

ok don’t even tell me he doesn’t make them as well

not as much as u do obv

but he’ll say them here and there 😭😭😭😭

first few times he actually laughed with u

then it got to a point where he’s lowkey concerned BUT

he’s so here for the laughs

he knows it’s all jokes but dang

he would be kinda hurt if he made that joke about himself so he worries sometimes 😭😭

sometimes joins in on the joke

and esp when he feels devious that day

hes having too much fun with it

u question is motives for this on those days 😭

nonetheless, he does check in with u often

knows that sometimes that that kind of joking can do something to u

makes sure u know that these are just jokes

if he senses that a joke is too specific, makes it his mission to repeat affirmations for u 😕

loves ur sense of humor but he gets a lil worried when theyre seriously detailed

like woah you sat down and thought about this?????

not taking “jokes” from anyone that makes those jokes about you (or adds on)

only YOU can do it 😒😒😒

all in all he loves u and always reminds u of it

gaz:

makes them to an extent

when u first told those jokes he chuckled

but then he’s seriously worried if u actually think that way about urself???

constantly reassures u that there’s nothing wrong with u

gets esp worried when the jokes are a lil too specific

like how do u expect him to react when you throw a really detailed joke about how much u hate a random body part 😭😭😭😭

one time you went on a five minute rant about ur deep hatred for urself then ended it with “lol kidding 😝”

thought about it the entire week, made sure that u knew he loves everything about u

if he sees someone “joking” badly about u?

trust he’s throwing immediate hands

def notices a pattern, like a joke you make about certain parts of yourself constantly

reminds u everyday about the love he has for that part of yourself

with the rest of you, ofc

heavy on that specific thing tho

u worry him a lot, so he has to sit u down and have a talk with u to remind u of ur self worth every so often. 😭😭😭😭😭

[n3onstarss]

You like fish?

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader

synopsis: gaz does not know how to talk to the pretty girl in his marine biology course… maybe she likes fish?

notes: wrote this originally as a req in @puff0o0 ‘s inbox but thought i’d give my hand a go at it ! sorry if this was too short, i might make a part 2 depending on how well this does :) ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @monstranceclockk

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It was bad. It was really bad for Gaz. He had started his second course majoring in Marine Biology but this time, a pretty girl was sitting two rows in front of him. At first, he was intrigued by her head being buried in the big books, but he kept looking because of her gorgeous face.

He doesn't consider himself a shallow person, but god, was her beautiful face everything he's focusing on. He texted his friends the same second he spotted her, saying things along the lines of, 'i love her', 'what kind of ring do u guys think she likes?', 'if she's not traditional thats fine. i can cook'

His friends were used to his antics whenever he'd see a pretty face, they knew he'd let it go in a few hours. What they didn't know was, he's gonna be talking their ears off and blowing their phones up for weeks. They did not realize he was serious. He was utterly smitten by the pretty girl in his class.

Having said that, they were not surprised about what was happening when they decided to go study at the library and the pretty face was there. They did admit, that although she was pretty, she was definitely Gaz's. In both senses. In the sense that he saw her first, and in the sense that they belonged together. She was his, but he was also hers. She just doesn't know it yet..

Right at the moment, she's nose deep in a random booklet, torturous posture and sitting on the next table over. This was no small library, each table was long enough to hold about 20 people. She was close enough to see, but she could not hear them.

"Mate," John started, "You've got to talk to her." He continued.

"No.. Do you hear yourself? She doesn't know me and probably thinks I'm weird.. oh god she's beautiful.."

"Just go over to her. Can't be that hard." Ghost backed John up, earning a nod from the two other men sitting.

"Didnae take ye for a wuss. Talk to 'er!" Said the scot, patting Gaz lightly on the back.

"I will not talk to her. I'm fine. I have a good view from here anyway."

"You've got it bad, mate. Either talk to her or don't talk our ears off about 'er." Said John, ending it with a long, deep sigh. They were right, as much as Gaz hated to admit it. They are his friends, they wouldn't tell him to go for it if they thought he didn't have a chance with her, right? They always want whats best for him. Inhaling deeply, and holding it in for a moment, he decided this was it. He's going to talk to her.

Walking over to the girl, Gaz was starting to talk himself out of it. He stood for a few seconds, four chairs down. Just as he was about to turn to leave, the girl had heard his footsteps and already looked up, eyes meeting his own in the distance.

Despite the space between them, Gaz was so sure the girl could hear how fast his heart was beating. And a heartbeat did she hear. Though, she wasn't sure if it was hers or his.

"Hellooooo..." He trailed off, voice weakening the longer he's speaking. He pulled the chair next to her and tried his best to act cool. "I saw you.. Er.. In my marine biology class..... ?" He continued. It was more of a question, deciding to not seem desperate, in case that's not what she was into. Little did he know, she was a tad disappointed that he wasn't sure where he knew her from.

"Oh. Yes! I'm in that class... You're.. Kyle! Right?" The girl replied.

"Yeah! I'm sorry, what's your name?" He asked, ears and cheeks turning red from the way his name slipped off her lips. His name sounded right in her sweet, sweet voice. He's decided that if the Honeydew from heaven was on earth, it's the way she said his name. God, he's in bad.

She told him her name, internally smacking herself for letting him know that she knew his name. She'd seen the cute guy with a cap sitting two rows down in her first day. She thought he was pretty adorable with the way he's texting. He seemed so excited. She felt jealous of whoever's got him that excited on the phone, part of her wishing he'd text about her like that. Little did she know.

The minute she settled in her seat, she pulled out her phone to text her girlfriends. Much like Gaz's friends, they expected this from her. The things she'd said about him were, 'do u think he wants a wife', 'he's my soulmate', 'lord have mercy'

She found out his name many days later on, when she was visiting the library for some afternoon studies and heard his buddies calling him two things. 'Gaz', 'Kyle'. Both those names had a ring to it.

"That's a beautiful name. It fits you." He repeated her name, once, twice, thrice. He wondered what her name would sound like next to his.

The girl, now discarding her books and turning to the boy on her right, wanted to record the way he said her name so she can hear it at all times. His voice, repeatedly saying her name, felt so right. She knew that right when her name left his, surprisingly well taken care of lips, she fell for him face first.

"So," The boy, Kyle.. Started. "You like fish?"

..

...

There was a moment of silence between them, him looking straight into her eyes, head propped on his fist, while her own head was leaning to the side as if to match his position. He realized what he said, and immediately started to elaborate. "I meant! We're in Marine Biology together... Marine! Water.. Fish?" He rambled, miserably failing to save himself. He thought that was it for him.

Until he heard her soft laughter. His heart stopped beating. He's so sure he can die a happy man now. Gaz did not know what to do with himself. How can someone sound so....

That didn't matter. He's never going to forget the sound of her laughter. He didn't care that she might be laughing at him, he cared that she laughed. And he made her make that beautiful sound.

"Kyle! Don't worry, I understood. To answer your question, yes I do like fish. Do you?" She said, now feeling a rush of adrenaline, making her confident enough to maintain a conversation with him.

"Of course I do..." 'I like you better, though.'

#AAAAAAAAAAA #this is so cute 😭 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz cod #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader

[n3onstarss]

Self reblog on said writing account

Would anybody be interested if I wrote a slow burn paranormal story for Ghostface (the idea, no specific person) on my writing blog? It would be a long run of paranormal occurences for the reader after they fuck around with a ouija board on their birthday or something, a vague timeframe but atill ambiguous. But then on Halloween a year or so later they black out while at a party and wake up covered in blood with some dick on the floor and out cold, or dead?, infront of them and with their new demonic friend revealing itself for the first time. It'd be definitely self catering and include some specific themes like SH, hallucinations, self hatred, bullying, isolation, family issues, divorced parents, and such, but it would also go through a slowburn romance hatred to lovers with a sweet ending at the same time.

I mean, it'd go on ao3 too, but mostly on my writing blog. I still need to develop a full plot that'll take a bit, but I'm not really keen on throwing all my motivation into a fic nobody will read

#paranormal #ghostface #fic #scream 1996 #scream x reader #ghost face #my writing #fic idea #wip #poll

[n3onstarss]

Hello!! It’s been a while since I’ve thought about it, but I remembered your Pacific Rim AU fic! I see that it’s been a while since you’ve mentioned it or anything, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m still hoping to see it one day! It’s alright if you’ve decided to drop it or move on, but I just thought I should let you know that I’d still love to see it if you do end up posting it eventually!!! Have a great day/night!!

Hello! I'm sorry I haven't mentioned it in a while. The interest in both TMNT and Pacific Rim faded, unfortunately, so I don't think it'll be continued unless I regain that interest. However, if you ever want to see more, you're cool to ask around if anybody wants to write it or do it yourself! I'm glad you like it, though, and I'm sorry it's not being worked on!

#asks!! #rottmnt #pacific rim #pacific rim x rottmnt #asks and answers #I'm so sorry Anon :(

[n3onstarss]

OMG THERES NOBODY TALKING ABOUT LYLA OUGH IM FIXING THIS RIGHT NOW

So, here's Lyla x Spider-Woman reader! She may be OOC, but I'm using what I've analyzed from what I've seen (haven't seen the movie, but it's all been spoiled so it's whatever lol)

Blood, injury and panicking are all present, alongside some oblivious crushing on both sides :)

•••

Lyla knew how dangerous it was to be a Spider-Person. After all, she had been created for the sole purpose of helping one of said spider people.

But Miguel was tough. I mean, all spider people are, but he had trained to be Spider-Man. He hadn't been bitten, he hadn't been thrown into this like the rest of the spider people, or at least as far as Lyla knew.

So when she was scanning her screens and got a notification about a fight on Earth-921, she hurried to check in. The notification hadn't said who needed backup, only having a voice message attached, but it was requested.

She knew immediately who's dimension it was, and she knew how stubborn you were. You wouldn't call for backup unless you really fucking needed it and urgently

Oh. My. God if shes dead I'm going to kill her! The thought crossed her mind briefly, and only amplified Lyla's panic. The thought of being the first to respond, only to find you dead? terrified her.

---

My webs were launching and pulling me almost faster than I could keep up, attaching to surrounding buildings and sending me swinging in tight circles and loops around the villain I was battling.

"Too fast for ya, scales?" I teased as I let myself slide under the villains tail like an Indiana Jones movie. My version of The Lizard was more gator like, reminding me of Leatherhead in the TMNT comics I'd seen. And the cherry on top, he was pissed the fuck off. a low rumbling growl emitted from the gator as he span to keep up, trying to find a window of attack, a moment of weakness.

I launched myself as high as I could go when his back was turned, slingshotting myself off two tall apartment complexes, hollering all the way and laughing like a crazed woman. Staring up at the sun, I thought I could touch the clouds like this. The adrenaline rush was amazing, it was part of the reason I kept doing this! I turned and let myself free fall carelessly for a moment before resuming my circling attack pattern.

It only lasted a moment longer before my head snapped to the side when I thought I saw a civilian, a child, standing just inside a convenience store. Without really thinking my webs adjusted my path towards the child. I had no game plan, no idea what I was doing, but I'd work it out, I always did.

But I forgot the most important rule, never turn your back to a villain.

A heavy weight slammed itself into my back, winding me. Sharp obsidian claws wrapping around my shoulders and throwing me backwards. As i hit the ground concrete tore open my suit and back as I tumbled head over heels, and not in the fun way, along the road. Skipping like a pebble and leaving cracks and torn up asphalt in my wake.

I couldn't catch my breath, having been effectively winded again by the final impact, but I forced myself to me feet. I was hunched and swaying side to side when I called for backup, pressing the panic button and leaving a message as instructed as I thwiped into the skies again one handed.

"Heyyy, it's me," I held the watch near my face as i moved, trying to keep the audio undistorted, "Uhhhh I don't know how to explain this but The Lizard got into super crack or something methinks and he is PISSED. I could really use some backup right now!" I cut off with a scream as he swiped at me again, lodging a claw in my calf that i kicked free with my other foot. I hissed in pain and my voice cracked as I spoke again, "Yeah, definitely need backup haha! anyways, civilians in the area, angry croc, destroyed property, y'know the gist. Thankssss!"

I continued my streak of circling, attacking, hissing at a injury i hadn't noticed, and repeating until I ran out of juice. My arms were exhausted and I was nearly out of web fluid. I used some of the last to (finally!) seal the wound on my calf. The Lizard turned to face me now, face to face on the ground, or as face to face as you can get to a 8 foot or taller gator.

"Pick on someone your own size!" I quipped as he threw the first punch. "Or don't." I muttered under my breath, pissed off at the situation and myself for letting it get to the point I needed backup.

The Lizard and I circled each other, fists raised and growling at each other. I faked him out a few times to lighten the mood and provoke him, but he didn't react.

After a minute or so more a golden light and figure appeared on my watch, and The Lizard took that time to charge.

"WHAT are you DOING??" I asked slash yelled as I dove under the villain, dropping to the ground to avoid being grabbed.

"Backing you up! You did call for backup, didn't you?" Lyla spoke, voice full of worry and yet smug. She leaned around where the watch and therefore her were held at shoulder height and her eyes widened a little as The Lizard began to turn towards us again.

"Ha! got me there!" The villains footsteps soon the ground as he ran, and my spidey-sense was going off like crazy, but I didn't move. "Did you alert anybody else? cause despite how much I love your company," I dodged under a punch and spun to kick The Lizard in the gut, sending him flying, "There are civilians in the area."

Lyla scoffed, striking one of her signature poses before speaking again, "Of course I alerted someone! I sent out a general notif, Noir said he's on his way and so did Peni."

Relief flooded my body for a mere moment before I launched into a backflip to dodge The Lizard. I felt like a bullfighter. An out-of-web-fluid bullfighter.

"Thank you Lyla, what ever would I do without you?" My tone was teasing, but my words were sincere.

"Die, probably." Lyla didn't miss a beat, she never did.

"That's for sure!" I got ready to run up a wall as The Lizard approached, but my leg wound started to open up again and i stumbled.

"What is that?!"

I was a little too busy dodging fists and trying not to inhale a shit tone of dust from a villain trying to trample or punch me currently to respond in full.

"Oh. Got cocky, got clawed, the works." I don't know why I was trying to appear nonchalant about something that was hindering. You don't need to look cool in front of Lyla, we've been coworkers since You were 16! that's 6 years!! but now you wanna act cool? God you're stupid!

A stray punch missed us by an inch, and Lyla looked worriedly at where the arm had been.

"Hey, you good?" I was worried that Lyla was worried. She was always so unbothered! It was worrying to see her scared

"If course! Why wouldn't I be?" She shrunk away from the next kick too. "I just think we should, IIIIII dunno.. leave?" Her hands were gesturing wildly as she spoke. A jaw snapped itself closed way too close to us for my liking.

"Hey dickhead!! we're trying to have a conversation here!" I yelled before biting into the closest limb to us, a leg.

"old ohn ight!" I tried to say as The Lizard reared up, shaking his leg violently. Lyla and I clung on comically as his leg flailed, her onto the watch and me onto his leg.

A flash of gold and red light caught the edge of my vision, and all three of us kept an eye on the portal. The Lizard halted his flailing for a moment, and I took the chance to readjust and sink my teeth in deeper. Lyla popped out of existence from my watch and i could see a glimpse of gold above Noir's wrist and he ran through the portal.

---

God this woman is a fucking idiot! First she's out of web fluid, then she's injured, and NOW she's clinging to a villains leg by the teeth!!

The light and colors indicative of a portal alerted me to backup arriving after what felt like eternity, but was only around 5 minutes when I checked the time. I glitched myself out of her watch and into Noir's.

"Heyy! so good to finally see you!" Sass drips like venom to the point even I can hear it. "So! rundown!" I started as Noir began his approach, "Civilians nearby, she's out of web fluid and her leg is cut open. Imma pop back over there and check on Her you got this, right? Cool, see ya!" I cut out before he can even speak.

---

Lyla popped back up on my watch, clinging onto the edge again even though she didn't need to.

"So! backup is here, and it's time for youuuu," she leaned over and poked the tip of my nose, causing me to scrunch it, "to retreat! You'll bleed put or lose a tooth like this," She gave up on hanging on, sitting with her leg crossed and inspecting her nail, rolling her head towards me to emphasize her point. "y'know?"

I narrowed my eyes at her jokingly before attempting a smile and nod and sinking my teeth in deeper. On the next kick I detached myself and let myself go flying, attempting a cool posed landing and failing when my bleeding leg buckled and gave out momentarily.

"dammit." i mumbled as I stood up fully and watched as Noir, and now Peni, who just ran past me, circled and tied up The Lizard. Lyla disappeared again as I turned to make a new portal to HQ.

---

"Hey hi me again! So, we're outta here because she need medical treatment," I relayed to Peni, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, "Good luck, aim for the legs cause shes a biter, have fun!" I glitched out again, leaving a shocked and confused Peni behind.

---

Lyla reappeared as I stepped through the portal, sitting on my shoulder in her pocket-sized version now that we were in her domain of HQ.

"Soooooo what happened again?" She spoke up. I could tell she wanted to know why I was struggling, so I explained as she leaned against my head on the way to the medbay.

I had to hobble with my right hand on the wall for support as we went, and in turn we received plenty of weird stares from any passing spider-people. I only caught it once in my peripheral, but Lyla flipped a group off.

We continued our journey, and I got lost in my thoughts. I have no idea what I would do without Lyla.

•••

sorry it's short! i tried my best sorry if it's OOC! from the clips I saw shes sassy and smug (Miguel backup scene) but also panics sometimes (Margo and her scene and also tracking the Spot) so i tried to incorporate that!! please send requests!

#lyla atsv #lyla x reader #lyla atsv x reader #atsv x reader

[n3onstarss]

Y'all have 1 week to vote while i plot these all out! depending on motivation and ideas they'll either be oneshots or short fics! this will only determine which comes first :)

#poll #tmnt x reader #fnaf x reader #scott pilgram vs the world #tmnt #fnaf #transformers x reader #mtmte x reader

[n3onstarss]

Quick thing since I've been absent for a bit, I'm going to wait until after i watch the new spider verse within the next week, and then I'll open up requests for that as well as my own series of oneshot/hc ideas

[n3onstarss]

People should send me some Jurassic Park/World or ROTTMNT zombie apocalypse requests :))

#thdyre on my miiiiiiiind

[n3onstarss]

#reblogging to boost! #poll #polls

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#reblogging to boost! #poll #polls

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#poll #polls

[n3onstarss]

Going through something i don't want to again, so here's a lil comfort fic for myself because fuck it it's my writing.

Rottmnt Leo x reader

tw for mentions/the results of abuse (child, animal and marital), divorce, past self harm and current self harming, running away and anything similar that may fit under any of these umbrellas

sorry for the silverfish detour, i can't bring myself to get rid of it and i feel like showing how protective she can be , even against it's friends, kinda showcases how they were raised and his trauma too.

They/He/She/It pronouns for reader

---

So much was happening. Everything was wrong. I had only just returned to the house from an impromptu and anxiety filled car ride, Wendy's lemonade in hand, and already I wanted to leave again. Even just looking around the house and seeing the impacts of things gone wrong, the dents in the dog kennel from months ago and the items scattered about and abandoned, made me realize how fucked this was. I wanted out, I wanted to go find my boyfriend and let it all out to him, but I didn't want to leave my siblings or my dog or my mom behind.

But, Mom was used to me leaving without telling her by now, and if i took my sisters and the dog I'd get accused of running away again. So i left without them. The only things missing from the house were myself, my phone, and a small overnight bag. I hadnt bothered to pack a new one, just grabbing the same one I'd had in the car earlier. I left a small and frankly sloppy note on the counter that read; "Hi Mom!! sorry for such short notice, I'm gonna spend the night at April's! i would've told you earlier, but i forgot sorry! I'll be back tomorrow! call or text me when you read this and/or want updates! love you!! -[NAME]"

And with that I was out of the house. Once i started walking and realized just how quiet it was, i pulled my backpack off one shoulder and slid it under my wing so i could open it and grab my headphones. The Bluetooth headphones connected automatically and i opened Spotify to turn on Dateline. While I had my phone out, I texted Leo.

🪿[NAME]; Heyyy! would it be cool if i hung out at yours for the night?

Baby Blue 💙✨; Ofc dude!! why, couldn't stay away? 😎

🪿 [NAME]: you're so stupid 💙 but sure :) some shit came up is all. is it cool if I meet you outside the usual manhole in, like, 20 i think?

Baby Blue 💙✨; Yep! meet you thereeeee~ 💙

I turned my phone off and continued my walk. As I navigated NYC I was grateful people had more or less accepted mutants and non-humans, but couldn't help but let my mind wander to my sisters, my dog and my mom. were they okay?.. they should be, he wouldn't try shit after all that. ..but I'll text once i get to the lair. just to be safe.

I was about halfway to the lair, now that I thought about it. Our little apartment wasn't very far if you knew how to get there. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before backing into the alley. Once i was safely within the shadows I turned around, only to see some weird looking things in the trash. I jumped back a little, wings flared. I'd been warned about them before, but now that I see them up close the little guys are actually kinda cute. I set my bag and lemonade down slowly as i kneel, dragging my bag to face me. That caught the little buggers attention, and they all turned and hissed or glared at me. I held eye contact as I reached into the bag and withdrew some beef jerky that I'd packed in a panic earlier. I can't explain why beef jerky, but it was nearby so it went in the bag.

As the jerky bag crinkled loudly most of the little things cocked their heads, while a few even moved forwards curiously. I took out a larger piece and held it out in my palm, an offering of sorts, as i counted. there were about 9 of them. Most stopped moving, but one little one leaned forwards precariously and nipped it up between it's teeth, yanking it away and chowing down immediately. Without warning I was swarmed by them, chirping and running circles or hopping around me. They reminded me of oversized compys! i kept feeding the little guys until the bag was nearly empty, chuckling at their antics. I had been watching two play wrestle when the manhole cover screeched and slid away from it's resting place. All of the little guys scattered, except the two who had been play wrestling. The two had darted and cowered behind my back. My arms went out and my wings fluffed out to protect them and i hissed, only to find it was Donnie.

"I told you he was fine, Leo. She's right here." and with that the four scrambled out of the sewers.

"Hwhats up?" I was caught off guard a bit, but didn't have time to process.

"[NAMEEEEEEE]!" Leo practically launched himself at me, knocking me backwards in the process. The little guys had managed to scramble away in time, but were also spotted.

In the blink of an eye the four were on their feet in battle stances with their weapons drawn. The little things ran behind me again, and I took up a defensive crouching pose.

"[NAME], back away from the silverfish very.. slowly.." Raph piped up, he used his hands to try and motion me towards the group, but i didn't budge.

"[NAME], honey, baby, love of my life," those words got a resounding chorus of groans and gags from his brothers, "please move away from the silverfish?" I shook my head, a shrill hiss trying to make itself heard.

"Oh. mi gosh. did you find Silverfish! you know they're enemies right? pleasee tell me youre not attached?" Mikey finally jumped in, catching a glance at the little silverfish as he clambered up o to Raphs shoulder.

It wasn't long before the four realized I had gotten attached and wasn't going to let them get near the little guys with their weapons. Mikey was the first to give in, placing his kasari-fundo on the ground before jogging over to play with the little guys. Raph broke not long after, if only to protect Mikey, placing his tonfas in his belt and leaving me in a standoff with Donnie, the most stubborn turtle i know, and Leo, who preferred to win (which also made him the most stubborn turtle i know).

Eventually Mikey convinced them to calm down, and both relented, meandering over to look down at the little guys. I did have to see the little guys off, they couldn't come into the lair, but Mikey gave me two stickers to put on them. We dubbed them Pancakes and Thunder, after the stickers they received. both were sent off with the very last pieces of jerky and a hug. After they left I picked myself up, waved at them, and grabbed my lemonade and bag.

We made it into the lair and as soon as I had kicked off my shoes I got a call from my Mom.

"I gotta take this, I'll be right back! ..?" I spoke, awkwardly backing away as I waited for permission. Leo turned towards me and shot a quizzical look, but someone else spoke up first.

"Okay! Let us know if anything comes up!" One of them said. I think it was Raph, but I'm unsure as I turn tail and jog down the hall towards their bathroom, breaking into a full sprint and holding my wings close as my ringtone continues to chime.

I swing myself inside, narrowly avoiding slipping, falling and spilling my lemonade, flick on the light and lock the door as I throw my back against the wall, the contents of my bag digging uncomfortably into my spine and wings. I pick up the phone, clearing my throat before I speak.

"Hi Momma! what's up?" I try to keep my tone cheery and light so i don't stress her out more, swirling my lemonade in its cup as both a stim and a background noise.

"Oh nothing much. I saw your note though, tell April I said hi."

"Will do!-"

"Also, we've decided against getting a divorce." rage and sadness both reared their ugly heads, but I could deal with them later.

"WH-"

"It's his last chance. I don't want to go through that again if I can help it."

"Okay..? Is everyone okay?" I ask, tears forming and frustration leaking through and yet still masking it as best I can.

"Yes, everyone is fine. Ive got to go and finish some work stuff. Tell April and her parents I said hello and be safe, okay?"

"okay.. goodnight Mom, love you!" the defeat was audible, but she didn't pick up on it. she never did.

"love you too." the words lacked emotion or sincerity, a simple reply to placate her kid.

The click of a call ending seemed to echo through the bathroom as the waterworks started. The phone was slowly lowered as the first sob tore through me. I forced myself towards the bathroom counter to put my phone and lemonade down and made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I was a mess with a capital M. my crying had dragged my mascara a little and my feathers were a mess. I let the bag fall off my shoulders onto the floor with a dull thump and I stood for a moment more before beginning a sluggish path. I turned the light off and the little LED puck lights on. For someone who hated the color pink growing up, it was comforting and soft right now. So there I stood. in the bathroom in the dark and illuminated by only dim pink LEDs. I grabbed my phone again and plopped down inside the dry shower tub, pulling the curtain closed and resting my head back against the cold tile. it was surprisingly comforting to be in the small, confined, dim space. I made myself move one last time, shooting a text to the GC to let them know that I'd said I'd be at April's tonight and that I just needed a bit.

🪿 Bites people; Hey sorry, shit came up. I told my Mom I'd be at Apes, sorry. I need a minute but I'll be out soon. sorry!

R.A.P.H.; oksy! don't sweat it littke dude, we got it xovered!

🪿 Bites people; Raph I will bite you if you call me little. (lighthearted)

M.C. Angelo; yeah yeah, whateves [NAME]! Take your time :3

Mr. Machines; Cool. be safe.

Apes ⚾; Kay kay! I'll tell my parents you stopped by! I'm on my way rn, does anybody need anything?

R.A.P.H.; not tgat i can thimk of, no!

M.C. Angelo; OO!! marinara sauce! please!

Mr. Machines; Uranium. (Joking.)

Apes ⚾; Cool! on my way!

... Fearless Leader is typing...

I turn my phone back off and lean against the wall for another moment. The silence is too loud, it only gets louder as time goes on. Until eventually it's so loud I relent and open Spotify yet again. I disconnect the headphones around my neck and turn on a comfort podcast, Murder in America. The voices of the two hosts greet the audience as they begin to discuss.

As the podcast continues however, I can practically feel the murder talk adding to my anxiety. I can always tell im anxious when my thoughts turn to all the ways someone could die, and this only serves to make it worse. So, the podcast gets turned off and a playlist starts instead. Rises the Moon is the first song, but it doesnt feel right. I skip through until I find Sometimes, a song I've cried to many times before and one that just feels fitting. I get through two or three loops of the quiet song before an urge to scratch hits me. And of course I'm the idiot who can't move and left their bandages in their bag, so i can't protect my hand and still get the satisfaction. I stave off the urge to hurt for as long as I can, which is really short actually, as the events of tonight and my mother's call and all these possibilities and self deprecating thoughts and last events swirl around my brain, only adding to everything.

I start to scratch the back of my hand. Just one spot. over and over and over and over and over and over. I don't realize I'm doing it until the telltale sting of scratching too deep and the hot wet blood begins to bubble up a little at a time. None of it is life threatening, just a way to feel pain, but I'm still disappointed in myself and scared of what Leo will think.

God I'm pathetic. Can't handle a third divorce even though I'm a fucking teenager. Couldn't even go one fucking week without fucking up your hand, could you? no. cause you're that fucking stupid. you're lucky as shit nobody's come looking yet. what would they think, huh? realize how pathetic and weak and fucking stupid you are and leave. because why keep a weak link that'll only cause them problems. God someone could come in here and murder you right fucking now and maybe 3 people tops would actually care.

I glare through the tears at my left hand and wrist, littered in dark scars and a few scabs. The anger at myself, at my step father, at the world wats at me as i continue, finding a patch that's undisturbed and picking away. soon there are even more new wounds, some overlaying old ones. I freeze when I hear the door handle jiggle. My hiccups become silent and I shake like a leaf, terrified like a child caught in the act and awaiting punishment. I scramble to pause my music and sit quietly, hoping whoever it is leaves.

A single knock sounds, then three more in rapid succession, and a final single knock. It's a pattern. Our pattern.

The lock clicks and the door slowly creaks open, yellow light flooding the once dim room. through the shower curtain I can see a silhouette of Leo move through the bathroom.

He steps in near silently, and then closes the door behind him as he steps into the room at large. It's dimmer now, so his silhouette is blurry and hard to make out, but I can see him set something down in the counter as he makes his way towards where I'm hiding. I try to stay quiet and see if he'll leave, but his senses are much better than mine and where would I even go?

My thoughts screech to a halt as his hand slowly pulls the curtains aside. When i subconsciously bare my teeth and hiss, he isn't scared at all.

"hey, hey.. it's just me, okay?.. it's just me.." his voice is soft and quiet, as if he's coaxing a wild animal. which is a little funny, considering the fact that my contact is 'bites people'.

His hands slowly move to cup my face, and I snap my teeth at his fingers. He yanks back a little and I realize what I'm doing. This only causes me to sink in on myself more, curling in and leaning away.

"Eugh boy, this is a nasty one huh?.. That's okay, we'll get through this.. Is it a touch or no touch typa day?" He holds his hands forwards again, but isn't reaching for me in a way that would make me feel threatened. I lean towards his outstretched hands and he takes it as an a-okay to touch.

"Okay, hup we go" and without warning he scoops me up from under my arms and maneuvers so that he's sitting longways in the tub and I'm between his legs, wings to his plastron. I tense up at the sudden movements and new position, but roll myself over and practically melt into his plastron. His hand gently runs through my hair and the other plays with my feathers.

"There ya go.. do you wanna talk about it?" And just like that the waterworks and rage boil up again.

I spend what feels like eternity but is probably only 30 minutes rambling about everything that's happened and how much I hate my stepfathers guts and everything in between. Somehow none of this scares Leo away. Not the small blood smears every time I wipe my tears with my left hand, not my sobbing and whisper yelling and voice cracks, not my occasional angry screams into my sleeve or his plastron, not my wings fluffing or flapping slightly, none of it. He sits there and doesn't seem phased by any of this.He doesn't leave, he doesnt yell, he doesn't tell me to suck it up or patronize me, none of that. It's a shock, and it only makes me cry more.

When the tears finally die down and the exhaustion hits, Leo pulls out his phone and texts the GC. I grab my phone when it goes off, just in case it's my mom, and see everything that's happened this far.

Fearless Leader; Hey [NAME], are you okay?

Fearless Leader; [NAME]?

Apes ⚾; Is everything okay?

Fearless Leader; I don't know.

R.A.P.H.; Do you nred any jelp Lee??

Fearless Leader; Im good without help, thanks Red. Does anyone know where [NAME] went?

M.C. Angelo; Uhhhhhhm I think I saw them go towards the bathroom? i don't know, sorry-

Mr. Machines; Can confirm, Motion detector picked up movement near the bathroom not long after they left.

Fearless Leader; Thanks guys, I'll be back

Fearless Leader; Found him! We're all good over here now I think. We've got some cleanup to do and then we'll go from there

Apes ⚾; okay! I hope she's feeling better!

M.C. Angelo; I hope so too :(

I put my phone back down, resting my forehead on Leo's plastron again as I started to shake.

"Woah woah woah, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Leo seemed a little panicked, unsure in his actions.

"'m good.." I didn't sound very confident in my answer.

"Just a lot?"

"Mhm"

"Do you wanna stay here or clean up and go somewhere else?"

My mouth feels glued shut so I hold up 2 fingers.

I lift myself up on wobbly and weak arms and step out of the tub, Leo following close behind. I turn the light on, only to slam it back off again.

".. Sorry."

"Nope, don't be sorry. Too bright?"

"Mhm.. sorry."

"You're fine babe. I mean, you've been in the dark crying for a while, your eyes are gonna be sensitive dingus."

"Okay.."

Instead of turning the light on, Leo took the remote for the LEDs and turned them up to be just a bit brighter. With the lights brighter I could see just how bad it was. There was a healthy few streaks of blood on the left side of my face and fucked up mascara trails everywhere. My hair looked like a pigeon decided to tear it up and the icing on the cake was how disheveled my wings had gotten. When i turned to look at Leo and laugh at how dumb I looked I saw just how bad he looked too. He had a few tear trails as well and a big old splotch of mascara and blood and tears all over his chest.

"Oh geez-" was all I got out before giggles replaced old sobs.

Leo looked down at his plastron and began to cackle too. Once we both calmed down again we began the cleanup process. According to Leo, the first thing to do was bandage my hand. He grimaced as he applied the bandages, but didn't say anything. We ended up just scrubbing each other down and I let him brush through my hair. It turns out the thing he set down outside the shower was one of his oversized Jupiter Jim hoodies. Infact, it was a hoodie with Jupiter Jim's copilot on it. I can't recall her name right now, but that's okay. As he hands me the hoodie I can see that he had his matching Jupiter Jim hoodie stacked underneath. I took my shirt off before sliding the hoodie over my head. There weren't any wing holes, so I kept them tucked neatly inside.

With both of us changed and cleaned up we finally left the bathroom. The rest of the family had been knee deep in a Jupiter Jim marathon when we arrived, and thankfully didn't make a big deal out of it. I sat in Leo's lap in the back of the group, trying to keep my wings out of the way, with April and Donnie laying next to each other on the floor and making fun of mistakes in the movies. Raph was sat next to Splinters chair with his Dad's hand on his head and his tail swishing idly. Mikey had been getting popcorn, and when he came back he plopped down and leaned his back against Leo and I's sides.

Everyone began to doze off after about the third or fourth movie, dropping like flies while Jupiter Jim handled a mission with Argemennon. Everything might not be okay, but that was out there. In here, it was safe and warm and comfortable.

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Ty for reading and sorry for trauma dumping and projection in the form of hurt/comfort fics. the wing thing is related to phantom limbs i have to deal with a lot.

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