#Purple guy and Noodle wanted a knife but I didn’t add it

[simbasomba]

Me when I draw all my irl friends as cats (I used their weird ass nicknames because I don’t wanna use their actual names)

Capybara (WHY DID SHE WANNA BE CALLED THIS)

Noodle (of course noodle, why not)

Purple Guy (she doesn’t even know how to play Fnaf)

Xin (the only actual normal nn)

Sophie (another actually normal nn)

Kat

ME?? SAY WHAT??

#artists on tumblr #art #cats #my art shit #irl friends #friend group #we are the besties ever #friend drawing #drawing for friends #I did this all in one night #i did this instead of sleeping #I’m so tired #help #Purple guy and Noodle wanted a knife but I didn’t add it #Cat breeds in order: #Cabybara is a Siamese #Noodle is an American curl #Purple Guy is an American shorthair #Xin is a Maine coone #Sophie is a Somali #sweetie is a tortie #I am an Abyssinian #idk why I drew myself as a mess #eh #I would’ve drawn myself as a Bombay but they kept on telling me I’m an Abyssinian

[sidespart]

Sibling Culture

Summary: Younger siblings Patton, Virgil and Roman share some stories about their older siblings Deceit, Logan and Remus. Patton and Virgil’s stories are cute. Roman’s are not.

Warnings: Abuse, Unsympathetic Remus, Non graphic descriptions of abuse, Not great understanding of mental health issues (child POV), authority figures not being very useful, child being exposed to sexual situations (very much not graphic). Ask if you want me to add more. 

Relationships: Gen, but a bit of pre-relationship moxiety snuck in because I love them

“Hey, how’d you get that scar?”

Despite the warm day, Roman felt cold grip his insides, twisting upwards towards his throat and freezing any denial he could think of until he was startled by a laugh from Patton.

“Oh! It was Dee’s fault.”

Wincing, Roman twisted himself so he could see the other two properly. Patton was still sprawled out on the grass next to him, but Virgil had sat up. He was hunched over, peering at Patton’s leg. When he saw Roman carefully sit up to join him he pointed at a faded sliver of a scar, just above Patton’s left knee.

“What did he DO?” Virgil face had shifted into a scowl at the mention his ‘arch enemy’ but that faded quickly as Patton started giggling.

“It was when I was …four? I think? He convinced me the Easter Bunny didn’t come to our house because the Easter Fox lived in our yard. I had to go out and patrol the yard, make sure it was safe, or I wouldn’t get any candy that year.”

-It said something about years of friendship with both Patton and Devin Sanders that neither Roman or Virgil thought to question that logic-

“Anyway he let me stomp around there for ever and then he jumped out in this fox mask to scare me!”

“This kind’ve thing is why he’s a dick” Virgil muttered. His hand, Roman noticed, was still on Patton’s leg, thumb swiping idly over the scar.

“He was nine, Vee” Patton said reprovingly, although he didn’t actually deny the comment, “anyway, he didn’t know I’d snuck a knife from the dishwasher-

“You WHAT?-”

“A KNIFE?-”

“-there was candy AND a bunnys life a stake, guys I was taking it seriously!” Patton’s eyes were sparkling with laughter at the twin looks of horror on his friends faces. “Anyway, he startled me so bad that of course I dropped it right away – sliced my knee up as it fell.”

“oh my God” Virgil groaned finally relinquishing Patton’s leg so he could bury his face in his hands. “That could have been so bad Pat.”

“what did Devin do?” Roman asked quietly.

“oh, he freaked – Virgil will you come out of there I’m fine – yelled so loud both our parents came running. Then, once I was all bandaged up, he tried to convince them I fell off a skateboard.”

That was enough to make Virgil peak through his fingers, a frown on his face “Did you ever even own a skateboard?”

Patton shifted himself so he was sitting up as well, an extremely solemn look on his face.

“We did not.”

There was a brief, pregnant pause before all three of them cracked up, their laughter echoing across Vigil’s yard.

“Older brothers are the worst.” Virgil pronounced. Despite the heat of the day he was still wearing his thick hoodie over a t-shirt and jeans, but now he started pushing up his right sleeve “Did I ever tell you about the time Logan threw me out of the tree house?”

“He what??!” Roman yelped.

“He would NEVER!” Patton gasped.

“He did” Virgil held his right arm up, revealing a long puckered line that ran from his mid forearm across his elbow. “It was before either of you moved here, I had a cast and everything”

All three of them took a moment to admire Virgil’s scar, much more raised and defined than Patton’s, before Roman asked the question they were no doubt all thinking:

“What colour was your cast?”

“Purple.”

“Nice.”

“Did Logan really push you Virgil?” Roman had to do his absolute best not to laugh at the pout that appeared on Virgil’s face when he took in Patton’s heartbroken expression.

Logan McAlister, was four years older than the three friends and Patton had fixated on him the moment they’d met. Roman has spent years watching Patton go from hero worship to puppy love to full blown crush all while Virgil stomped along next to him like a gloomy, jealous, storm cloud.

Not that Virgil would ever admit that it was jealousy making him snap and snarl at his brother whenever his friends came around…but their relationship certainly seemed to become more civil once Patton had gotten over his crush.

Roman couldn’t really blame Patton either. Virgil had never said anything and Logan…Logan was cool.

“He built a plane.” Virgil muttered eventually, shoving his sleeve back into place. “or a glider or…something. A box with a sheet stuck too it anyway. We both sat in it and he pushed us out of there.” He pointed towards the somewhat dilapidated tree house nestled in the tallest tree in the yard.

Roman let out a low whistle. Now that the three of them were quickly approaching seventeen they had physically, if not mentally, started to outgrow the tree house. Which meant it was no longer useful for much beyond lying down almost on top of each other during study sessions or lazy afternoon naps. When Roman had first met Virgil at age ten however it had seemed enormous. And very high up. It would have seemed even higher whenever the Ill-fated glider attempt had happened.

‘Were you scared?” he asked, watching Virgil carefully, but the other boy just shrugged.

“I don’t remember much to be honest. We were both pretty small.” He grinned. “I just remember afterwards. Logan kept coming into my room to sneak me chips and read his Physics text book to me”

“Aww! That so sweet!”

“Such a nerd.”

“Yeah.” Virgil ducked his head a little, apparently agreeing with both statements. He plucked a few strands of grass from the lawn, twisting them between his fingers.

Roman glanced at Patton, concerned. They both knew Virgil missed his brother, away at college and not due for a visit for at least a month. They also knew that asking him directly about it was a guaranteed way to get the emo to tense up.

Just as Roman was debating launching himself into a rendition of Black Parade as a distraction Virgil rolled his shoulders a looked up at him.

“Your turn.”

That cold grip he’d felt when he thought Virgil had noticed one of his scars was suddenly back ten fold.

“Oh…”

That made sense. Patton had shared a dumb sibling story. Then Virgil. Now it was his turn. It was only fair.

“Well…”

Roman was suddenly finding it quite difficult to breath. And to think. What was he supposed to tell them?

“I…”

He sat frozen. While two expectant faces stared at him, he racked his brain for a story to tell.

  -

When they’re seven Roman draws out his first story. Crude renderings of superheroes and scientists and scientist-superheroes in the rainforest. it’s boring Remus complains when he sees it. You’re boring Ro’. Make them fight! No - make ‘em smash that guys head in!

No! Roman shouts and Remus scowls. Grabs at the craft scissors lying on the table and jumps towards Roman; trying to both rip the paper out of his hands and cut it to pieces at the same time whilst Roman screams and screams.

Later, their mother gently cleans the tiny scratches on Romans hand whilst Remus sulks at the table. He started it Remus mutters and Roman feels his mothers arms tighten around him. Protective.

 - 

When they’re nine they get taken on a trip to the public pool in the next town. This pool is bigger than their local one with slides and pool toys and jets. The two of them spend a happy hour chasing each other with pool noodles and racing each other in the water. And then Remus pushes Romans head underwater and holds him down until his lungs are burning so badly he opens his mouth. He spends their last precious minutes of the trip hacking and spluttering. Clinging to the pools edge with his brothers laughter ringing in his ears.

 -

When they’re eleven Remus sneaks into his room at night with their fathers laptop tucked securely under his arm. Wakes Roman up by crashing onto the bed next to him and says look what I found!

Roman isn’t really sure what he’s found at first. The sounds off, presumably to avoid alerting their parents in the room next door, the websites unfamiliar – it takes a few seconds for the pulsing blobs to be recognisable as people and when they do YURGHH! Roman shrikes slams the laptop closed whilst Remus howls with laughter what were they doing to that woman?!

what were they – oh my god your such a pussy Roman don’t you know? Let me show you another one-

NO

Roman kicks and punches and shoves trying to get Remus away from him and Remus is laughing laughing laughing until he isn’t. Until their parents are in the room, shouting, trying to separate them and Remus is using the laptop like a bludgeon, slamming the edge into Romans ribs, each hit punctuated with Why! Do! You! Ruin! Everything!

The next day Virgil asks if he wants to come and play in the tree house and Roman says no. He has to be home early. Visitors. Virgil accepts the lie easily and Roman tries not to breath to deeply.

  -

The thing is you cant blame Remus. You’re not allowed. Not really. 

There’s something wrong with him.

What that something is seems to change often depending on which adult you ask. Every few months their parents bring Remus back from a new therapist with a new diagnosis and a new bottle of pills and big grins because THIS time they’re going to fix him.

  -

When they’re twelve Romans mother smiles at him and says Your such a good boy Roman. You keep me going. Their mother doesn’t smile much these days and the sight of it is almost as good as the praise. I know its hard. It must be so frustrating for you.

Last month Remus had convinced an older boy to gift him a box of cigarettes. That morning he’d  found them again and finally tried to smoke them, recruiting a reluctant Roman to keep watch. When he’d gagged on the taste he’d made exaggerated vomiting noises before stuffing the still burning end into Romans palm.

But we’re all in this together. You know?

Roman knows. He wants to help. He decides that unless the injury is bad enough he can’t fix it himself he simply wont tell his parents. He wants to help keep them going.

  -

When they’re thirteen Remus watches some murder mystery show and decides to burn his fingerprints off on the kitchen stove. We should do yours too! Shoving his mangled thumb under Romans nose. The smell makes Roman gag. Remus’ eyes are fever bright. We could be partners in crime!

 -

When they’re fourteen Remus decides he wants white streaks in his hair. And since they’re twins Roman should too. His attempt to bleach Romans hair as he sleeps leads to ruined sheets and a smattering of chemical burns across his neck and shoulders. He tells Patton it was a cooking accident and invests his saved allowance in jackets with high starched collars.

 -

When they’re fifteen he tells someone.

Their school has an assembly. Some outside company performing a play about abusive relationships. The teachers all have their sombre This Is A Serious Topic Don’t You Dare Laugh faces on as the actors work. Roman watches closely, picking up on all the false steps and poorly delivered lines which he would surely have avoided if he was an actor. The story is about a school girl who gets into a relationship with an older man who turns abusive. All throughout the play she drops increasingly massive hints to her friends and family who blithely ignore her until she dies spectacularly and loudly in the final scene.

On one side of Roman, Patton is fully sobbing. On the other Virgil is quite possibly asleep. The actors come out to a smattering of applause (lead overly enthusiastically by Patton) and launch in to a pre-prepared speech. Remember the signs! Tell a parent or teacher if you’re in trouble! If you suspect your friend is in trouble! Abuse can happen to anyone! Abusers can BE anyone!

Huh. Roman thinks afterwards.

He probably doesn’t count if it’s a sibling though.

Remus isn’t a stranger. Like the man in the play. And they’re the same age.

Still.

The next day he feels like he’s in a trance.

He takes his jacket off in his first class. Art. Pat and Virgil aren’t in this class with him. Better that way.

There are bruises on his forearms. Dark splotches which are so so obviously made by fingers.

He waits. One minute. Two.

Roman! His teacher is in front of him, faster than he anticipated, alarmed look on his face. What happened to your arm?

Stay in the trance. No shaking. M-my brother did it. He wanted the TV remote.

A pause that seems to last and hour and then his teachers’ laughing a shaky laugh. Smiles at him exasperated but fond. Roman aren’t you two a little too old to be roughhousing like that?

Right

It doesn’t count.

You can’t be abused by a sibling. A few cuts, bruises, scars – that’s just sibling culture baby. Virgil and Patton have stories too – you don’t see them freezing up. Complaining

Don’t be a pussy Roman.

He puts his jacket back on and keeps it on for the rest of the day.

 -

When they’re sixteen Remus comes home for the weekend, sits at the kitchen table and asks if Roman wants to hang out.

-Remus goes to a special school for behaviourally challenged students and only comes back every other weekend. Their parents cried when he left. Thought they’d failed. Felt devastated. Roman didn’t feel much of anything and wonders if that makes him a bad person-

Remus is calmer these days but Roman still says no. He has plans with his friends. Oh yes. Remus rolls his eyes Paddington Bore and the Virgin.

Roman glares at him. Don’t call them that. Even though that’s basically affectionate, for Remus. And Remus looks at him for a long moment before nodding. Standing up, shoving the table hard into Roman’s hip leaving him gasping in pain.

By the time he’s limped his way to Virgil’s house the sun is high in the sky. Patton suggests lazy nap time in the tree house and just looking at the ladder makes Roman want to vomit.

It’s such a beautiful day Padre he crys, lets lie amongst the wildflowers like the majestic forest nymphs we are.

Its literally just grass Virgil sighs but Patton laughs and Roman lowers himself stiffly down. Carefully keeps the pain out of his face as his hip makes contact with the ground. Turns away from them whilst he grits his teeth through it, ostensibly napping until Virgil says

Hey, how’d you get that scar?

   -

“Roman?”

Virgil and Patton were both staring at him. Shit Roman thought. How long had he been day-dreaming? Day-reminiscing? Day-

“Earth to Roman.” Patton again, there was crinkle of concern between his eyebrows and that wouldn’t do at all.

“Well-“ Roman boomed in his best dramatic bellow, what Virgil call his ‘Prince Roman’ voice: “I am afraid I will have to disappoint you my friends, twins are not bound by your foolish ‘older sibling’ ‘younger sibling’ stereotypes”

“I mean, technically, one of you is the older sibling” Virgil muttered while Patton laughed “you’re seriously telling me neither of you ever did something dumb and got the other one hurt?”

“Virgil Madelaine McAlister-“

“Not my middle name.”

“-I will have you know that I have never done anything dumb. Ever. In my life!” he punctuated that statement with a dramatic point to the heavens. Patton was now laughing hard enough that Roman was fairly sure he should be offended and Virgil was fighting a smirk.

“You really never fight?”

“We’re a united front.” Drop it, drop it please just drop it he chanted internally.

And then, miracle of miracles, Virgil did. Letting himself flop back to the ground with a soft ‘humph’.

“It must be nice to have a twin” Patton said a little wistfully. Careful he arranged himself back on the ground so his head was cushioned on Virgil’s stomach. “you’re basically born with a ready-made friend!”

“And you get to do everything together” Virgil murmured a faint blush on his face and one hand hovering in the vicinity of Patton’s hair. “No one has to get left behind when one goes off to college.”

Roman glanced down at him, worried, but Virgil just met his gaze softly, one side of his mouth pulling up into one of his rare sweet smiles. “You’re so lucky Roman.”

Roman nodded. Ignored the quick flare of pain in his hip as he laid himself back down in the grass. He let out a contented sigh as the warmth of the ground sunk into his bones, soothing the ache

“Very lucky.” He agreed quietly.

#roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #unsympathetic remus #creativitwins #angsty not helathy creativitwins #fic #lockdown induced procrastination efforts #moxiety if your squint #like you dont have to squint hard #literaly never written fic before but why not is quarentine rules baby #my fic #sidespart writes

[the-panwitch]

My Favorite Color is You

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: This is my first Peter Parker fic and first fic on this site. I really hope you like it and feedback is welcome but don’t be a bully please. Thank you @dreamofaprilsblog​ for the prompts “Do you need to go to the hospital?” and soulmate AU. Sorry for this being a day late, but I hope you still enjoy it anyways. 

Warnings: fire, almost mugging, burns, hospitals, slight angst, petty teenagers, mentions of a person being followed (comment if there’s anything else I should add)

Word Count: 3175

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is very desperate to find you, his soulmate. He’s looked for you in every person he makes eye contact with. Guys, girls, he’s looked for you in everyone. Well, one fateful patrol leads him to discover his new favorite color. 

Side note: I tried to make this as gender inclusive as possible so I used “they” to describe the reader’s pronouns, but just imagine your own whenever “they” is used if it isn’t your pronoun. Peter is bi in this story. If there is a point where I accidentally specify a gender please let me know so I can fix it. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peter knew about soulmates. He’s read about them in books, learned about famous soulmates in class, and even heard about them in real time from people lucky enough to find theirs. He, of course, was not that lucky. Stupid Parker luck. He knew from what he’s heard and learned that the world actually isn’t dull shades of gray with black and white, but it actually had color. Real vibrant colors like red and purple and green, things his brain didn’t have the capacity to imagine. He knew that all it took was eye contact with the right person to change his world. Too bad he hadn’t found those eyes just yet. 

He was sitting on top of a random apartment building while on his usual nightly patrol bored out of his freaking mind. There just wasn’t anything good tonight. He helped a little girl get her kite down from a tree and one man needed help catching his dog who had gotten off his leash, and yeah he was a cute dog, but he could be doing something better. He could be finding you. Of course, he didn’t know who you were yet. Just a bright, beautiful figment of his imagination, and his heart ached for you. Was that even possible? To long for someone he wasn’t even sure existed? Well, guess it is because he’s living proof of the pitiful feeling. 

A loud yell shook him from his depressing thoughts and he jumped up quickly. 

“Finally,” he muttered with a small grin as he shot a web in the direction the yell had come from. He swung as quickly as his agile body allowed and soon landed down on the pavement in front of an alleyway. He looked around cautiously and could feel the prickling sensation that was his Peter t- Spider Sense. It was his Spider Sense. He shook his head a bit and tried to remain focused as he crept down the dark passage. 

 “I don’t want any trouble, lady,” Peter heard a low voice hiss from the gloom. “Just want whatever cash and shit you got on ya. Don’t be a bitch about it.” 

Peter scowled and kept walking until he was able to make out two figures in the dim light the street lamps provided. A young woman, maybe late teens or early twenties, was pinned up against a wall while a man who was obviously older stood before her, a small knife in his right hand. 

Peter sighed softly. “Y’know,” he started as the criminal dude jumped. “If you want money you should probably just get a job like a normal person. I hear the Burger King down the street is hiring.” 

The guy quickly turned around and tried to slash at Spider-Man with the knife which the boy effortlessly ducked and grabbed his assailant's arm, twisting just enough that he dropped his knife. The man grunted in pain and swung at him again, but Spider-Man dodged and countered with a kick to the man’s abdomen. The force of the kick sent him flying back into the opposite alley wall and before he had time to even look up, the young hero webbed him to the dirty brick. 

“Karen?” Peter whispered softly.

“The police are on their way Peter. Good job,” the AI responded.

Peter smiled beneath the mask. “Hey, thanks.” 

The boy turned around to see the girl still standing against the wall, breathing deeply. His heart jumped a bit as he realized that she was about his age, and also very pretty. Try as he might to keep it down, hope surged in his chest as he made his way over to her. 

“Excuse me, miss? Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” He asked quickly as he did a small glance over her.

“No, I believe I’m alright. Thank you Spider-Man,” she breathed out. 

She slowly looked up at him and Peter looked into her eyes and-

Nothing… they remained a light grey color just like the rest of his surroundings. He couldn’t help the small disappointed sigh that left his lips before he forced himself into a smile. 

“That’s good. I’m glad. Um… do you live far from here? I could walk you home if you want.” 

The girl shook her head and gave him a tiny, hesitant smile. “My car is right down the street. I was walking there so that I could get to the library where my girlfriend is probably waiting for me when that guy grabbed me. Speaking of her, I should probably get going. Thank you again.” She smiled hesitantly and waved to him before walking away and taking out her phone, probably to call this girlfriend. 

Peter sighed again and watched her to make sure she got to her car before looking back at the man webbed to the wall. “Does everyone have a soulmate except for me?” he questioned without really expecting an answer. Nevertheless, the almost mugger shrugged anyway. 

Peter scowled before jumping up and climbing the alley wall. He stood on the roof and waited there until the police arrived to take the guy into custody, and once they were gone so was Spider-Man. 

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Peter entered his bedroom through the open window and crawled along his ceiling until he was over top of his loft bed. Looking over his shoulder to make sure he didn’t accidentally fall onto the floor, which definitely didn’t happen a lot, he let go and flopped onto the bed with a huff. He tugged his mask off of his head and tossed it over the side in a fit of petty anger. 

May, who must have heard him come in, opened the door and gazed up at him. “Long night?” she asked softly to which Peter just shrugged, not in the mood to really talk to anyone. 

“Well, I got us some Chinese food if you’d like it.” Peter heard the door creak behind her as she turned around and walked back towards the rest of the house. He would have preferred to stay in bed, but the incessant growling of his stomach said no, causing him to get up. After changing out of his suit annoyedly, he went out and joined his aunt. 

Aunt May was sitting at their small dinner table with a plate of chow mein, glancing at the TV which was playing the news report of the latest Spidey save. Peter walked over and sat down in his usual seat across from her. When she looked up at him, she smiled sadly.

“I got you some dumplings and noodles. Also they gave me, like, a ton of fortune cookies. I don’t know who needs sixteen fortune cookies, but apparently it’s us.”

“You counted?” Peter asked with a little chuckle.

“Hey. That many fortune cookies needs to be counted,” May retorted with a smile as she saw her nephew laugh. 

They both began eating, Peter slow at first but then diving in once he realized exactly how hungry he was. 

Once they finished eating, Peter helped pack up the leftovers and clean the dishes. As he loaded the dishwasher, Aunt May asked softly, “what’s on your mind tonight? The guy you fought?” 

Peter shook his head and sighed. He finished loading the dishwasher before turning to Aunt May to answer. “No I just… how old were you when you met Uncle Ben? And found out he was your soulmate?” 

Aunt May looked slightly taken aback by this question and pursed her lips a little. She always did that whenever Ben was brought up. “I was 23, I think. Yeah… yeah somewhere around that age. We met at this resort one summer. That’s also where your mom and dad met.” She smiled a little at the memory and Peter watched her with slight pain behind his eyes. “God, when all four of us saw color for the first time, well, we were so surprised of course, but it was really, really amazing. Why do you ask?” 

“I just… nothing. Just curious,” Peter answered with a tight smile. “I think I’m gonna head to bed now. Tired. From the fight.” 

Aunt May nodded and Peter trotted back to his room. Before he reached the door, he heard her call to him from the kitchen. “You’ll find your soulmate Peter. I know it feels like forever and you just want to meet them now, but I promise you’ll find them soon.” Peter glanced back at her before walking into his room without saying another word. 

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The next couple of days were a consistent and normal blur. Peter had school, then patrol, then repeat the next day. Everywhere he went he looked around for his soulmate. At one point, this really cute curly haired boy walked past him and he felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into his dark eyes, but nothing again. He sighed in disappointment as the taller boy walked away from him, leaving him to continue his stupid quest. 

That had happened two days ago. Now, Spider-Man was patrolling the city, swinging between buildings. It was a relatively quiet night. He helped this one kid find his mom when he got separated from at a park, and he also walked a young woman back to her apartment because she thought she was being followed. After double checking, it didn’t look like she was, but then again that was probably because the shithead saw Spider-Man and turned around. But all-in-all, it was very quiet and chill. That is, until the explosion happened.

Spider-Man quickly started swinging in the direction the loud sound came from, wondering what the hell that was about. It didn’t take him long to find it. A restaurant he happened to pass by a lot was burning up in giant, pale flames. He jumped down and quickly ran inside the burning building. 

There was fire everywhere. The heat crashed against him like a ferocious wave. It reminded him so much of his fight with the Vulture that he hesitated a second before continuing to run inside. It looked like most of the people had already gotten out or were running for the exits. 

“That way over there,” Spidey yelled to the people running past him. “Is anyone else still in here?” He called out as he ran further into the building. Weak coughing came as a reply. Someone ran up to him and grabbed him while coughing viciously into their arm. 

“Spider-Man,” the person said in harsh breaths. “Please you, you have to help. The back room. My friend－” 

“I’ll get to them. Get yourself to safety.”

They nodded and ran out the building while the young hero ran in the direction the person had gestured to. He could still hear the weak coughing from earlier, but now he was hearing a tiny “help” and “please” that made his heart ache. He dodged out of the way of falling debris and hissed in pain when he backed into a burning metal rod from an overturned table. Still, he pressed on until he reached the backroom. 

The smoke was immense. From the damage it looked like this was the epicenter of the explosion. 

“Hello?” he yelled over the roar of the fire. He wasn’t sure if he could even be heard over everything, but a weak call answered him. 

“O-over here.”

Spider-Man jumped over more burning debris as he frantically looked around. His eyes widened when he finally saw them. A figure lay trapped beneath a large chunk of wood that had once been the ceiling. They looked badly burned and were coughing harshly and breathing in rough, raspy breaths. 

He ran over to them and started to lift up the wood despite the burning in his hands, causing the person below to cry out. Spidey yelled in pain as he managed to lift the debris off of them and throw it to the side. 

He quickly crouched down to look at the person he just rescued, and he was met with the most beautiful pair of e/c orbs to ever exist. His jaw dropped as he quickly ripped off his mask, his mask that was now the most vibrant and bright shade of a color he had only ever heard about. He looked back at you, your eyes impossibly wide as you choked out a small, “you?”

Peter nodded. “Me..let me lift you up okay?” You nodded a tiny bit and whimpered loudly as Peter gently wrapped his arms underneath your battered body, lifting you up into his chest. He winced a little from the pain in his hands and his back, but he pulled his mask back on before running out of the now rapidly collapsing building. 

The fire was so much brighter now. Reds and oranges and yellows. He could see the burning blue curtains hanging in the window. The shades of green and brown and the colorful painting on the wall that were all turning to black and grey ash. How horrifyingly beautiful.

He ran over to where the ambulances were parked and looked around frantically as he saw the EMTs and paramedics treating people and getting the most badly hurt people on stretchers and into the vehicles. 

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” He heard from behind him. He turned around and saw a paramedic looking at him. 

“N-No no but they do,” Spidey stated as he held you tightly to his chest. Your eyelids were nearly closed and your breathing was ragged. 

The paramedic quickly called her team over and they gently took you from his arms. They laid you out on the stretcher and got to work on getting you on a breathing mask and looking at your wounds. His breath caught in his throat as he began to clearly see how bad your wounds were. Harsh red burns covered your skin, especially your lower body where the wood had pinned you down. 

For a moment it was so hard to focus, the sirens and yelling was overwhelming, the bright lights were blinding him, the heat was still so immense, he could hear your heart and your breath so impossibly loud, and just all the colors－

It was all so much he almost didn’t notice the team taking the stretcher you were on away into an ambulance. Taking you away into the ambulance. Away from him. He was not having any of that. They were not taking you away when he just finally found you. Your gorgeous eyes looked at him with fear and desperation as they rolled you away. 

“Wait!” he cried as he followed after them. “Wait please you have to let me come with you. I have to go with them.” 

“Are you family?” an EMT asked him with a puzzled expression. 

“No no I-I’m not but－”

“We’re only allowing family to－”

“I’m their soulmate!” He shouted. “Please. Please don’t take them from me.” 

After a moment, just one single moment where Peter could feel his chest constricting and he could sense your eyes on him and his heart was beating way too fast, the EMT nodded and Spidey joined them in the ambulance. 

He sat down beside your stretcher and gently took your hand. He stared into your eyes that had started to fill with tears, and he very lightly gave your fingers a squeeze despite the sting in his own hand. You offered him the tiniest smile, and then the ambulance drove off, taking both of you with it. 

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It had been several hours. You were now laying in a hospital bed with all of your burns bandaged and your wounds attended to as Peter sat in a chair beside you, his own burns taken care of as well. 

Aunt May had stopped by earlier to check on him and also see you. They talked a bit about all of the colors. How bright they were or how dull they were and how your eyes were his new favorite color because, God, how could one thing be so beautiful? However, he couldn’t see your eyes now as you slept peacefully. Instead, he was staring in fascination at the Spider-Man suit. He really went around in such a bright red and blue suit? How has he not been shot and killed yet?

He was shaken out of these thoughts by the sound of the bed sheets rustling. He quickly looked up and was met by his favorite color. He smiled widely and sat up straighter as you offered him a tiny smile. 

“Hi,” he breathed out. 

“Hi,” you whispered back. 

You both stared at one another for a moment that was both awkward and yet somehow comforting. You cleared your throat a tiny bit before murmuring, “Can I have a drink?”

“Drink? Oh uh yeah of course, sorry.” Peter quickly sprang up to get you a glass of water from the water dispenser over in the corner. He walked back over and carefully raised the glass to your lips, your hand coming up to gently rest over his and he would be a huge liar if he said he didn’t blush as red as his suit. 

He set the empty glass down on the bedside table and sat back down in his seat, pulling it a tiny bit closer to your bed. 

“So,” you began softly. “Spider-Man is my soulmate?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he laughed softly. “My name’s Peter. Parker.”

“Y/n,” you answered. 

He smiled one of the biggest smiles that he’s ever smiled before. It was one of those where it leaves your cheeks aching afterwards. 

“What?” you asked, an eyebrow raised.

He shook his head quickly, his curls bouncing along his hairline. “Nothing just… your name is so perfect. You’re perfect.” 

“You found me in the pits of hell and you’re going to call me perfect? You’re an angel.”

He definitely did not blush at that statement. Nope. Not Peter Parker. 

He laughed a little and looked at you adoringly. He could already tell he was the luckiest guy alive. 

“So, uh, I should probably ask this just to um make it official and all of that,” Peter mumbled after a moment. “Would you like to go out sometime? I mean, obviously once we’re both healed and everything. And… afterwards maybe be my significant other?” 

You laughed a little and Peter felt his face fall and his inside twist up in nervousness. Did he do something wrong? What was happening?

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to go out with you Peter Parker.” 

He beamed widely at you as you smiled back. You both sat for a few minutes in silence and at some point Peter had taken your hand and was gently rubbing circles into it and you both were talking about absolutely anything, but mostly about all the new colors when a nurse walked in. 

“Excuse me, your parents are here. Shall I send them in?”

Peter’s eyes widened as you turned to look at him with a smirk.

“Ready to meet my parents?”

Fuck. 

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (6)

Ctto of the gifs used!

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex, hate comments 

A/N: Ahh, this was really hits home to write. Enjoy! 

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

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2020, New York

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): From Music Video Extra to Real Life Girlfriend Real Quick”

“More than 5 seconds: Luke Hemmings shows off new girlfriend in santa monica”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N): To Amuse or Use Luke Hemmings?”

Those were some of the many headlines of different articles talking about your relationship with Luke. Yes, they were showing negativity, and they hurt you because they weren’t at all true. Why not speak up, right? But you chose not to. You shielded your actual feelings because you didn’t want to stress anyone else out, especially Luke. Having him as a boyfriend has its cons, commonly with the media and paparazzi. You knew that this was bound to happen, so you just braved the media with a fake smile. 

One cold afternoon, you and Luke decided to act touristy in New York before he has a show that same night, alongside the boys and Eleanor. You needed a getaway from Los Angeles, and you thanked the heavens that you had a 2 week break before you go back. Much to your luck, that day was a very happy one. Eating pizza in different pizza places with the boys, taking a lot of photos courtesy of Eleanor and strolling around Times Square and Central Park with all good vibes?

Shit, things were going right for once.

When you guys were headed to enter at the back exit of the venue, the boys decided to meet some fans and take some pictures with them too first. For sure, Eleanor was down since she’s in charge of making the tour videos. You joined it because why the heck not? You want to see your boyfriend happy and maybe help take pictures of him and the fans anyways. 

Walking towards the long lines, fans were instantly screaming excitedly, their idols right within their vicinity. Just thinking about how hardworking the boys have been with their music and their fans loving it so much because it’s relatable and well-written warms your heart so much. Not just that, the fans were so orderly; no mobbing nor grabbing of the boys’ hair or clothing while they await their turns. Seeing their genuine smiles is a quick happy pill. 

“(Y/N), can you take our photo?” Luke handed you a fan’s phone for you to capture their cute moment, which was the girl was being piggybacked by Luke. As you did such, Luke gave you a hug before you handed him back the phone.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!” He thanked, kissing your temple and getting aww’s from the fans. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You are called out by a group of different fans who just finished taking their photos by the boys, which naturally urged you to approach them. They didn’t expect that you’d respond, making them squeal.

“Hi girls! How are you doing?” You greeted. 

“We’re doing great! Super excited for the show later!” One girl shared.

“Same! I’ve been waiting for this day for 2 months.

“Hyped and ready to cry.” 

That last response made you laugh. You asked other questions while those fans did the same with you. Pretty much, it was a back and forth interview. Your responses are in bold.

“Are you all from New York?” 

“Born and raised.”

“I’m studying here, but originally from Maine.”

“Any of you bring posters or anything else?”

“I have a mini poster that says “let’s take shots!” in all caps!”

“I have two roses, in case the other one gets lost.”

“What songs are you ready to hear live?”

“Valentine! This is my first 5SOS concert, and I really love that song.”

“Lie to Me. Gives so much goosebumps.”

“Vapor. Pretty old but it’s really beautiful to listen.”

 Switch sides. 

“What’s Luke like when you’re hanging out alone in his house?”

“Always chill, really. To be honest, he’s into cuddles. But one main thing that makes me come back more is Petunia, so shh.” You joked, putting your pointer finger against your lips.

“What’s your most favorite thing about Luke?”

“He makes me laugh over small things, like sending me random boomerangs when I’m in class.”

 “How about your least favorite?”

“One would be when I’m studying, he tries to distract me a whole lot with almost anything his mind can think. Another is hoarding my instant ramen noodles.”

 “How did you guys confess your feelings?” 

“New Years Eve. We were really drunk and just admitted it. You now what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” You half-lied.

 “So is the sex great?” One fan fired at you, getting everyone’s attention. You were put on the spot, getting giggly and slightly pressured.

“Best sex ever.” You whispered away, getting them to squeal more. Another fan asked you if she could have a selfie with you, which you happily accepted and then smiled at the camera.

 “Thanks a bunch, (Y/N). Let me just say this, you are so talented and screw the haters! I can’t wait what you’ll do next.” She compliments, your heart feeling warm once more as you gave her a hug as a sign of thankfulness. “Thank you, love. I appreciate it very much.” 

 “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is a user!” You suddenly heard someone shout. 

“(Y/N), you can fuck off!”

“(Y/N), leave Luke alone! You don’t deserve him!” 

 These phrases were attacks on you, and you froze in fright and anger. You turn to where those fans were and bound to speak your mind, but was stopped by Eleanor, whose hand gripped on your arm.

“Not worth it, (Y/N). Now come on, the boys are entering inside and we should too.” Following orders, you bid goodbye to the fans and finally entered the venue, which was a lot warmer than the chilly weather outside.

-

“Thinking 'bout you lots lately, have you been eating breakfast alone like me?”

The show was in full swing. The lighting was on point, good vibes and music too. You were at the balcony area, jamming to Moving Along and swaying your hips alongside Eleanor, who just finished filming excerpts for the video. As the boys played the last chords of the song, the next part would be talking of some sort, which could be a giving thanks one or a roasting session, pretty much anything.

“New York, how are you feeling?!” Luke hyped, the screams of the fans getting louder. 

“You guys have been awesome so far, and wow, I love my job so much!” 

“God, Luke, how many times have you said that on this tour?” Calum asks humorously.

“Too much! But shit, thanks for all the support you’ve given Youngblood!” He raised his mic stand, having some lights flash behind him as he did. As he put the stand down, he looked over at Michael, about to speak again but chiller.

“Let’s get a bit serious for a moment, guys. Hey, Michael. I have a question for you.”

“What’s on your mind, Luke?”

“So, you and Crystal are going 4 years strong now, right?” Luke starts, getting some cheers from the audience.

“Yup, 4 happy years yeah!” More cheers erupted.

“Nice one, buddy! Moving on, did you or Crystal get any hate about that? I’m pretty curious.” Yup, Luke just did that. 

“We did, but it was mostly on her. It made me sad when she’s sad whenever she comes across tweets towards her. There have been times where she was crying to me because it got too much.” Michael’s happy expression turned sour. 

“Sending hate is really low of someone, honestly. When you support the band, you shouldn’t judge whoever they want to date.” Ashton speaks up.

“I have another thing I want to say if you guys don’t mind. So awhile ago, I was taking pictures with a bunch of you guys, then I overheard some fans bashing on my girlfriend. That’s really uncool and hurts a lot to hear.” Luke confronts, disappointed. The crowd grew silent, so intensely it could be cut with as a knife.

“I heard the same with Eleanor actually. Really, guys? How would you feel if you hear when someone says bad things to your friends or family when you’re around?” Calum adds, looking down at his shoes afterwards and adjusting his bass guitar strings.

“To be honest, it’s better to send positivity than negativity, it’s what we need today. If you don’t like them, fine go ahead. Just don’t be vocal about it especially online because we see everything. And to (Y/N), I know it’s a pretty public way to proclaim it, but I truly love you.” Your heart jumped. This is the first time he’s said the big “L” word towards you, full-heartedly and romantically. Not counting the platonic ones from when you were still just friends.

“Aww, too much feels tonight! Fuck hate, love love love! Now, the next song is Talk Fast! Let’s go!” Ashton beamed before hitting the first beats of the song on his drum kit.  You continued to watch Luke from above, his purple glittery eyeshadow sparkling in the light and gripping on the microphone as he sings those lyrics. He noticed, giving you a cheeky wink which made you shake your head in flattery and the crowd go wild again.

-

“Nice show, fellas!” You hear some crew members say to the boys from outside. They just finished, and you and Eleanor were by the dressing room, opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels and a liter bottle of rootbeer. Trust me, this is good shit. Mixing the concoction on a pitcher, you could hear the door creak open, signaling you that the boys are going inside. Turning around, you see 4 sweaty boys, still on a high after performing and holding red cups already.

“Fuck, never gets old!” Michael cheers, lying down on the couch. “What you making over there, babe?” Calum approaches Eleanor from behind, hugging her waist and nuzzling his head on her shoulder. 

“Rootbeer and Jack Daniels. Figured we should try something new, something that isn’t Corona.” Eleanor keeps mixing before removing the spoon to take a sip. Her face puckers up a bit.“This is good! Get your red cups, guys!” You were first in line, pouring the mix on your cup, sipping it. It was strong but sweet.

“I love it!” You continued drinking, but as you stopped, your eyes focused on Luke, sitting on the couch and scrolling through phone. Making your way to him, you sat beside him, putting your head on his shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?” 

“Twitter. A lot of fans took videos of that band speech awhile ago, and it’s getting popular.” He answered in monotone, eyes still glued on his phone. In order to get his full attention, you stood up and got his phone from his grasp

“What the fuck, babe?” He complained, arms crossed before standing up. You forgot for a second that he was really tall, urging your head to tilt upwards.

“Can we talk outside first, Luke?” You bluntly ask. When he nods, you discreetly exited the room, but you hear someone say “oh shit” before you close the door. Walking to find a hidden spot where no one is around quietly, Luke momentarily felt he was in trouble. Was it because he confronted his fans like that or suddenly putting you on the spot with the big “L”? Finally, you found a spot which was near an exit, then Luke broke the silence, nervous.

“Okay, I don’t know for sure what I did to make you annoyed or whatever, so please te-“ You cut him off by softly planting your lips on his, tiptoeing to reach his height. Well, slightly.

One hand was on his shoulder and the other was on his cheek. His hand went under your shirt, feeling his fingers linger on my skin. His vacant hand went to your waist. He wanted more by tugging on your shirt, but you let go before he did could remove it, your forehead resting on his so you could breathe for a bit. His blue eyes opened slowly to yours eyes, giving him a loving smile. 

“Luke, I love you so much too.” Pretty cheesy you thought, but it made the butterflies in your stomach go away. He was everything you wanted in this life. Luke was on cloud nine, lifting you up, your legs entangled on his waist and his hands under your thighs for support.

“You are worth more that the haters, alright? They’ll go through me if they attack again.”

“You know I can defend myself, right?” You played.

“But let me help you, it helps me with my self-esteem.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Whatever, babe. Shut up and kiss me again.” He did as told, his lips crashing your alcohol dripped lips. Tilting your head a bit, his mouth opened up a bit so you could get more access. He bit your lower lip in between, making you moan.

“That never gets old.” He says in between kissing. 

“That’s what makes me love you more.”

-

2034, Los Angeles

“Oh yay! Thank you very much, goodbye.” You hung up the phone call. It was the designer in charge of finalizing the details on your gown that will be worn in your Australian premiere of Take Me or Leave Me.

As you did such, Stella walks in the room, holding on her fuzzy bunny Kira. You couldn’t decipher what she was feeling as she kept a straight face, but you can see her sleepy eyes blinking slowly.

“Morning, bub. Come stay in bed with me, let’s have breakfast in bed.” You insisted, patting the vacant side of your bed. She comes closer and tugged on the bedsheets, entering herself inside but still with a frown.

“How was your day yesterday with Mark? He told you that you watched numerous films and ate a lot pizza.”

“I did, and it was really fun. How was last night for you?”

“Really fun. Date nights with uncle Tim are filled with jokes, awkwardness and really good food.” She smiles, then frowns again.

“Are you okay, Stella? You’ve been frowning since you lied in bed with me.”

“Well, I need to meet up someone tomorrow, but I don’t know what to do next.” She squirms, instantly hid herself in the blankets.

“Stella, come on, talk to me.” You try to pull down the sheets, but Stella’s grip was stronger.

“Stella! I need to meet up with Stella. She’ll be here tomorrow.”

“O-kay, but where could she be right now?” You squint your brows at her nonsense.

“Sydney, Australia with her dad Luke Hemmings.” You froze. Your grip of the blanket softened, lifting it.

“You’re not Stella?” You were in disbelief, thinking this is a nightmare and very eager to wake up. You pinched your side, wincing. Sadly, you’re awake.

“Hello, mum.” Rebecca crawled out from the covers, hearing the strong Australian accent just like his.

“Oh my god, you’re Rebecca?” She nods slowly. You put your hand on your mouth, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Stella and I, we switched places. She wanted to see dad and I wanted to see you. I’ve been waiting for this moment to happen, and I wanted you to love me as me, not as Stella.” Rebecca explained in full in order for you to catch on why she is here. You wanted to cry, but first you gave her a heartfelt hug. “Oh poppet, I have loved you all this time. I missed you.”

“You called me poppet. Dad still calls me that.”

“That was always our nickname for you because you laughed at the sound of Stella’s mouth bubbles when they pop a lot, which is also why we called Stella bub.”

“I missed you so much too, mum.” As you were a having a moment, it was cut as you hear Mark crying a bit as he held your breakfast tray. “I’m so sorry, miss. This just made me happy.” He put it down and exits quietly, also closing the door. “So what happens now? Will you switch us back?” Her blue eyes she inherited from her father looked nervous.

“Well, technically, you belong with your dad and Stella belongs with me.”

“Wow. This set-up is such a bummer, mom.”

“I know, poppet. I’m sorry that’s what we planned.” You remained silent, letting some tears out.

“They’ll be in Los Angeles tomorrow. Dad has a few shows here, working in the studio all week with the band and attending the VMAs too. Don’t you get invited to go to the VMAs every year?”

“I do, but I stopped because-”

“Dad was there.” She finishes your sentence, disheartened.

“Yes.” You frowned at the fact. Just imagine you going right after that divorce and the years after, it would cause tension and a topic different media outlets would use to their advantage. Just no.

“Well then. You better tell Gina that you’re going and get the show on the road!” Stella cheers, getting up from the bed and raising her arms in celebration. “Yeah, let’s get it.” You say, anxiously dreading with what’s to come.

-

“I fucking can’t with this.” You kept going in and out of your walk-in closet, breathing out the smoke from your e-cigarette which you haven’t used since the divorce out of stress. Mark was also there, holding some outfit choices you picked earlier. Gina just arrived 10 minutes, being oriented by Mark that you know about the situation. She was also in the room, contacting the organizers of the VMAs of the last minute changes to your acceptance of invitation and arrival.

“I haven’t seen Luke Hemmings in 10 years, although hearing about him and his personal and band life wasn’t easy to swerve away. And to see him tomorrow already? I’m not mature enough for this!” You ranted, brushing away some hair because it was messed up. Pacing the room back in fort, breathing through the e-cigarette and letting out more smoke, you spoke up again.

“If he didn’t drive me crazy and angry all the time, we would still be married.” You made your way to Mark, comparing out the different outfits. “Gina, dear, which do you like better?”

Gina, who just finished texting the final details, looked up from her phone and examined closely what you chose. One outfit was a red plunging neckline, spaghetti strap dress with a slit up until your whole leg with red ensembles, and the other was a black dress also with a plunging neckline with a much shorter slit on the side with black heels.

“Nice to see you you like plunging necklines.” She chuckles. “The red one. You can wear the black one in the afterparty.”

“Afterparty? I don’t think it’s appropriate since Rebecca’s with me.” You implied. “Well, the organizers insist you’d come! It’s been a long time they said, and they would want you to have a comeback. Besides, they want to meet Rebecca too.” You pondered for a minute. You were just concerned on how Rebecca would react to the paparazzi in LA, the flashing lights on her. But then again, she was probably used to it with having Luke as her father in the first place. “Okay, I’ll go. In one condition.”

“What is it, miss?”

“Well firstly, Gina, I have known you for all these years and I don’t know what I’d do without you getting through my hectic schedule and career, so I was wondering if -”

“I’d go with you to both the events, take care of her and make things easier?” She said the words straight out of your mouth. You gripped her shoulders, nuzzling your head.

“Oh would you please! Thank you so much, and you don’t have to go as my assistant, just as a close family friend, which is a fact too.”

“No worries, miss! And as a friend, when I am seeing my ex after 10 years and had your looks,” Her hands this time gripped on your shoulders and brought you to the vanity mirror and chair, sitting you down. She opens one drawer and brings out a silver choker and assorted rings, then puts some hair on one side. “I would have this getup on. You will slay it! Whatcha think, Mark?”

“You’re gonna kill it, and him too!” He exclaimed.

As this occurred, Rebecca was behind the door, giggling at your frantic self. She liked that you really wanted to make a bold entrance to your crazy man of an ex-husband and to the media as well. Entering the room, you were lying on the bed, still vaping out smoke.

“Mom, stop that! It’s not healthy!” She came to your side, grabbing the e-cigarette, giving it to Mark. “Hey, I need it!”

“Hide this wherever, I don’t want her to die just yet.”

“No problem, bub.” Mark leaves the room, sneakily smoking a bit of it. Luckily, you didn’t see it because you would grow even madder. “That thing costs a lot, you know?” You told the blonde girl, now drinking out of your flask, tasting the familiar taste of vodka. “I know, aunt Eleanor has one just like it.” She answers, also saying a name you haven’t heard in so long.

“Aunt Eleanor? How is she?” You chimed in, focused the whereabouts and state of your once close friend in your twenties. It’s been ages since you’ve heard about her, the last being when you told her about the finalization of the divorce.

“Great, she and uncle Calum are great and also happy. You know her?”

“She was one of my closest friends, who is your godmother. Dad didn’t tell you, huh?” She shakes her head. “Well, I miss her very much. She was one of the people I cut off ties with because I was too hurt after I separated with your dad.”

“That’s awful! You should reconnect when they come here tomorrow or something when you talk to dad.” Rebecca reacted. You regret cutting off ties, but talking to her will remind her of Luke because it was the tour life that bonded you with her a lot and it will be so painful. You got to do what you have to do in order to be sane once more.

“Speaking of your dad, does he know about the switch-up?” You question, sitting up from your previous position in order to look at her properly. “Yes, Stella just messaged me a while ago that she told dad.” She makes up, trying to comfort you so you wouldn’t worry anymore. But you weren’t aware of such.

“Yikes, I’m going to have to mentally prepare for that.” You say, putting your palm on your face. But from your peripheral view, you watched how Rebecca pouted, full of sadness and fright. This isn’t normal for an 11 year old to handle, and this is a nightmare as well for you to deal with an ex-husband when things didn’t work out like it used to.

“Oh poppet, your dad and I will work this out, okay? I got this under control.” You reassured her, her saddened eyes brightened, feeling hopeful as she hugs you, falling on your back. You tried not to cry or tear up yet despite the temptation.

Truly, the guilt pangs your heart for leaving but glad that you are reunited. How dearly you missed this girl.

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Secret of the Sewers: The Way to a Turtle’s Heart

The call came as a surprise to everyone. April had requested that they come to this small Japanese restaurant on the edge of town. She wouldn't say why, only that they wouldn't be disappointed. And so, they all took off across the roofs, fantasizing about what their friend wanted.

"Why do you think April called us?" Mikey wondered aloud.

"No clue." Hisako replied, vaulting over a particularly wide jump. "My powers don't stretch that far."

"And she didn't say anything else when she called?" Leo asked.

"Nope." Donny answered. "But we'll find out soon. We're almost there."

The turtles landed in a back alley beside a noodle shop called 'Murakami's 24/7 Noodles'. April was waiting for them, a long coat pulled around her against the chill of the night. As they landed, they all greeted her with high threes, or in Hisako's case, a hug.

"Hey April." Leo greeted as his sister finally released the redhead.

"Hey guys." April replied. "I'm glad you guys showed. I've got some big news."

"You and Casey are getting married?" Mikey guessed.

April's face turned about a red as her hair as Raph slapped the orange turtle upside the head.

"What?" Mikey protested. "It's not too far-fetched."

"What is it, April?" Leo asked, ignoring his sibling.

April shook her head, clearing her thoughts, then undid her coat. She opened it up to reveal a yellow uniform that read '24/7 Noodle' on the right breast pocket. Her name was on the other pocket, along with the words 'delivery girl'

"I finally managed to get a paying job!" she declared happily.

"That's great!" Donnie declared.

"Way to go!" Hisako proclaimed

"Woohoo!" Mikey cheered.

Raph crossed his arms and smirked.

"From intern at a highly respected technology firm to delivering noodles for ten bucks a bowl." Raph quipped. "Kinda a downgrade don't ya think?"

"Well, if you learned that the idol you'd looked up to since you were a kid was a psychotic sociopath, wouldn't you want a career change?" April shot back.

Mikey thought for a moment, then shivered.

"I just imagined Splinter as a supervillain." Mikey told them. "With razor sharp teeth, claws, and a cane that-"

Before he could go on, Raph gave him another smack on the back of the head.

"Besides," April continued, ignoring Mikey’s antics. "I get paid here, even if it is only ten bucks a bowl."

"We're all happy for you April, but why not tell us over the phone?" Leo asked. "It's not like we can come in and order anything."

April smirked.

"Actually, you can.” She informed them, much to their collective surprise. “All of you can, not just Hisako."

"Why?" Donnie asked. "The manager pro-mutant or something?"

"Something." April answered, opening the side door into the restaurant. "Just follow me."

"...Ok." Leo responded hesitantly.

They all entered the restaurant, the smell of genuine Japanese food wafting through the building. The turtles and Hisako took in a whiff and immediately fell in love with the place. As if to add to the genuine feel of the place, the restaurant was decorated with Japanese paintings, shelves of antique Japanese pottery, and even a katana displayed over the main desk.

"Whoa… It's like we've stepped through a portal to Japan..." Mikey commented.

"Couldn't have put it any better, bro." Raph agreed.

"Very cool." Leo admitted.

About that time, an old man emerged from the kitchen. He was wearing a red outfit that resembled a Meiji era-styled garb. He had stark white hair that was tied back with a piece of cloth, and his eyes were completely glassy and blank.

He was blind.

"Guys, this is Mr. Murakami." April greeted, gesturing to the old man. "He's the owner of the shop, and my new boss."

Mr. Murakami gave a respectful bow in their direction.

"It is a pleasure to meet the friends that April-chan has mentioned so often." he greeted, his voice heavily accented and wizened.

"Thank you, Murakami-san." Leo replied, “It’s an honor to meet you as well”

The turtles all gave a similar bow before straightening up.

"April-chan has informed me that your family is responsible for keeping the streets of this fair city clean of all filth." he explained.

"We do what we can." Raph said.

"Then allow me to show you my gratitude." He replied. "There are five of you, correct? Four young men, and a young woman?"

"Right." Donny answered.

"Then please take a seat.” Murakami insisted, gesturing to a private table rear the rear of the restaurant. “I will have a meal ready for all of you shortly."

April's eyes began to sparkle.

"Trust me you guys, this is gonna be good." she told them. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

The turtles and Hisako all settled into the seats, grateful for the clear view of the kitchen as Mr. Murakami cracked his knuckles. He then heated the stove to boil water then turned around and grabbed some vegetables for the soup. He then took out a knife and chopped them at exceptional speed, one right after the other without ever laying down the knife. Once he was done with that, he grabbed a thing of noodles and placed them into the water and added the broth.

The turtles and Hisako were completely amazed by the show on display.

"Wow." Donnie marveled. "Mr. Murakami you are amazing."

"You're a like a ninja, but for food." Mikey commented.

Finally, Murakami finished the dishes and presented them to his customers.

"Five orders of my restaurant's famous noodle soup." He said, waving his hands over the dishes. "Enjoy."

If heaven had a smell, then it would be this soup. All five of the Hamato siblings eagerly licked their lips, then dug into their soup. They slurped it down, gulping the broth and slurping the noodles with gusto. Mr. Murakami chuckled at the sounds as April winced at her friend's horrible manners.

"I take it your friends are enjoying themselves." Murakami noted, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah." April agreed reluctantly. "Perhaps a bit too much."

Within three minutes, the bowls of soup were gone, and all five of them looked like they'd been to heaven and back.

"Wow..." Donny sighed happily. "It's like I took a one way trip to Flavor-Ville"

"You said it, Don." Raph agreed. "I think we've just found a new restaurant to enjoy."

Mikey let out a belch after finishing his.

"Excuse me." Mikey let out.

Everyone chuckled, then Mr. Murakami perked up. His face fell a bit as he straightened, making his way towards the front of the restaurant.

"Please excuse me." he told them. "It would see I have more guests to attend to."

There was the sound of a bell as the front door opened, then the sounds of heavy footfalls, several of them. Hisako's fist clenched.

"Guys, we got trouble." he whispered. "Purple dragons."

"Let's just play it cool for now." Leo instructed. "We don't want to cause a scene unless we have to."

Everyone nodded, then they jumped onto the rafters, climbing towards the front of the restaurant. There, they saw a group of about five purple dragons approach the front counter. About two took up a table near the door, propping their boots on them as another pair leaned against the wall. The fifth, most likely the leader of the group, leaned on the counter with a cruel smirk. Mr. Murakami approached the counter, his face devoid of emotion.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Murakami asked.

"Yeah." The leader announced. "Ya see, my boys and I here are in need of some money. Ya know, a little something to help us do the town. We was hoping you'd be willing to lend us some."

"I'm afraid I've been a bit short of business lately," Murakami replied. "I cannot help you."

"Aww, that's too bad." The leader remarked.

That's when the guy drew a gun, aiming it right at Mr. Murakami's forehead. Surprisingly, the man didn't even flinch, despite the distinct sound of the hammer being pulled back,

"What about that sword ya got there?" The leader asked. "I bet that's fetch a pretty penny. Maybe ya can let me have it. It should cover the cost."

"It is just for decoration." Murakami dismissed, though there was a strange note to his voice, as if he was lying. "It is worth nothing."

"Then I don't think you'd mind if I-"

Before the thug could even think about reaching for the blade, a halo of green energy surrounded the gun, yanking it upwards. Hisako snagged it, then took it apart manually, tossing the pieces aside.

"I do believe the man said no." She commented, coming down from the rafters, "So kindly beat it."

"Or we'll beat you." Raph added.

The purple dragons all jumped to their feet, their eyes wide with fright.

"It's them!" One of them screamed. "It's the-"

Donny throat-punched the screaming dragon before he could get another word out.

"I think that's enough out of you." he proclaimed.

"G-Get them!" The leader demanded.

"Take em down guys." Leo ordered.

The turtles and Hisako ran towards the purple dragons. Raph kneed one of them in the gut and then kicked him in the chest sending him flying behind the counter. When the guy recovered, he grabbed one of the knives from the kitchen, holding it up in defense. Raph brandished his sai with a grin.

Donny was dealing with a purple dragon who managed to grab a kitchen knife. Don was able to dodge each slice that was directed at him. He then delivered a powerful kick that sent him flying towards Mikey, who was able to just barely able to dodge him.

"Hey I'm fighting here!" Mikey called out.

"Sorry Mikey!" Donny called in apology

Mikey continued blocking the attacks from the purple dragon he was facing while backing towards the counter. When Mikey felt a bowl make contact with his shell, he grabbed it then broke it over the purple dragons head, knocking him out.

"Forgive me, excellent noodles." Mikey apologized.

Hisako drew her fans against her dragon, who was attempting to punch at her. She easily dodged his feeble attacks, even going so far as to yawn once. Finally, the guy made an attempt to grab her, only to find himself grabbed instead, and flipped into a table. It buckled under the sudden force and cracked. Hisako winced.

"Sorry Murakami-san!" she called.

"A table is a small price to pay for the sanctity of my restaurant." Murakami replied with no sign of anger in his voice.

Leo was having only the slightest difficulty deflecting the attacks of his opponent, the leader of the dragons. Leo then grabbed an oncoming fist, then gave the dragon an uppercut, then a kick to the chest. Leo then turned around to check on his siblings, not noticing the leader getting up with a pocket knife in hand. Before anyone could react, the dragon jumped forward slicing Leo on the arm, causing him to let out a shout of pain.

"Leo!" the other cried out.

Leo then mustered enough strength to kick the dragon hard enough to send him flying into a wall.

"Get out of here!" Leo ordered.

The dragons all scrambled to their feet, picking up their unconscious comrades and dragging them away. Mr. Murakami disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, reappearing with a medical kit.

"Take this." he insisted. "I can smell the blood."

"Thank you Murakami-san." Leo said graciously.

Donny took the kit and immediately got to work patching Leo's arm. Mikey and Hisako went to aid April and Mr. Murakami in clean up as Raph sat down beside his brother.

"Leo, what happened back there?" he asked, "You usually see attacks like that coming a mile away."

"I guess he just got the better of me." Leo reasoned.

"Pfft." Raph snorted. "A purple dragon? No way."

"It's no big deal." Leo continued. "It's just a scratch. If anything, the dragon got worse."

"Still, Raph has a point." Donny insisted. "I mean, you never, ever, let your guard down so quickly."

"Guys it was just one fight." Leo defended. "It's not a problem. Besides, those purple dragons are long gone, and we'll probably never have to deal with them again."

…

The group of five purple dragons all cowered before Oroku Saki, who glared down at them like a wolf on a wounded lamb.

"You encountered the turtles?" he questioned. "And yet you still let them defeat you?"

"W-well, y-you see..." The leader began, "W-we didn't think they'd be there. B-but I managed t-to get a c-cut on the blue one."

This caught the interest of Saki.

"Really?" he questioned.

"Y-yeah." The leader replied, fumbling for his pocket to pull out his pocket knife. "See? That's his blood!"

Karai, who had been leaning against a nearby pillar, looked at the knife in surprise. Saki was even more so.

"Very well then. Leave us!" he commanded.

The purple dragons all scrambled for the door, grateful to escape with their lives.

"It seems your little outings with the turtle have weakened his focus in battle." Saki surmised.

"Well, I guess keeping him out all night could do that." Karai remarked, coming out from where she stood. "I may not have been able to plant the tracker, but it seems I've done something even better."

"Continue your efforts." Saki instructed. "We can use his fascination with you to our advantage."

Karai smirked.

"Of course." She replied. "I guess the way to a turtle's head… is through their heart."

…

It was the middle of the night when Leo's phone began to buzz, rousing the blue turtle from his slumber. Fumbling for his phone, he answered it without even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" he answered with a yawn.

"Leonardo!" Karai's voice called out. "You awake?"

Leo sat up in bed, now completely awake.

"I am now." he replied. "What's up?"

"I had so much fun the other night." She told him. "Tonight, I managed to find this skate park that was closed down about a year ago. Ever try riding a skateboard?"

"... A little." he told her. "Though Mikey is more of the skateboard guy."

"Well you're about to be one too. Meet me at 87 Thurston Avenue. I'll bring the boards, you bring the snacks."

"Deal."

Karai hung up first as Leo began to try and maneuver his way out of bed. Unfortunately, his attempts were almost immediately thwarted by Mikey rolling over, his arm coming around Leo's neck like he was a teddy bear.

"Don't eat me Pizza face..." Mikey sleepily muttered.

Leo carefully moved Mikey's arm off him and got up off the bed. He grabbed some clothes from the ever growing laundry pile by the door, shedding his pajamas as he made his way out of the lair.

…

Karai grinned as she heard the familiar sound of Leo's bike pulling up. Leo turned off his bike before getting off and heading over to Karai.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"I did." she admitted before tossing a fair sized rock at Leo's head. "But my aim's gittin better!"

"Ha-ha." Leo laughed sarcastically. "Very funny."

"What?" she asked. "Should I have used a bigger rock?"

"Do you write stand-up comedy for a living?" he asked in a playful tone.

"Nah." she replied. "My day job is dragging hapless teenagers out of their beds in the middle of the night to teach them to do incredibly dangerous stunts behind their family's back."

"How much does it pay?" he questioned jokingly.

"With what looks like a large pizza and a pair of two liters." Karai remarked, looking at Leo's snack stash.

"Sounds like a great job." Leo noted taking out the snacks. "Think you can give me a recommendation to your boss?"

"Heh, don't count on it. This job is mine and mine alone. And you're keeping me from it."

She reached behind the rock she had been sitting on, grabbing a pair of skateboards.

"Pick a board and let's see what you know." She insisted.

…

After several hours of skateboarding shenanigans, and more than few falls on Leonardo's part, the two parted ways for home. Leo drove the bike back to the garage, putting it in its usual spot. After stashing the equipment, he slipped back into his pajamas and back into bed for some much needed rest.

Unfortunately for the blue turtle, said rest only lasted about an hour or so.

"My children!" Splinter called. "It is time to awaken!”

Everyone else slowly rose from bed, hair everywhere, especially in Hisako's case. Mikey snickered a bit at the sight, until the object of ridicule quickly tackled him and gave him a noogie.

"Help!" he yelled. "I'm being attacked by a hair monster!"

"I'll show you hair monster you neon turtle monster!" Hisako playfully threatened

On any other morning, Leo would have been trying to get in between the two. However, this morning, he was barely able to keep his eyes open. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by the brains of the group.

"You ok Leo?" Donnie asked. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine Donnie." Leo said with a large yawn. "Just need time to wake up.

"You sure?" Donny insisted. "I mean, usually you give Mikey a run for his money in the early bird department."

"Hard time sleeping last night." Leo lied, clenching his fist unconsciously as he said it. "I'm sure I'll feel better soon."

…

Despite Leo's words of assurance, things quickly went downhill for the blue turtle. Karai began calling him more and more, each time with a different nightly activity for him to participate in. Sometimes they would just ride around on the motorcycles enjoying the town, other times she would be showing him new tricks on the skateboard. One time, they even went and just star gazed for hours.

Unfortunately, for every night Leo spent with Karai, there was a day of a very exhausted and sloppy Leo. He began losing focus during training, falling behind on their stealth runs, and he even began losing training matches left right and center. This all came to a head after about a month, when Leo did the unthinkable.

He fell asleep during meditation.

At first, nobody had noticed it, all of them focused on clearing their minds and relaxing. However, their train of thought was interrupted by the sound of snoring. Raph let out a barely audible groan as he cracked open a single eye.

"Wake up Mikey." he hissed.

Mikey also cracked open an eye.

"It's not me, Raphie-boy." Mikey told him softly.

"Well then, who is it?" Raph asked quietly.

Another snore came out, a bit louder this time. Master Splinter, who was also finding it hard to concentrate, opened his eyes to see which of his children had fallen asleep. When he figures out who, he was more than a bit surprised.

"Leonardo?" Splinter spoke, trying to wake him up.

Leo's head was sagged forward, a slight snore coming from him. Mikey, who was sitting next to him, gave him a poke to the head. Leo snapped awake like he'd been shocked.

"I'm awake!" Leo said in a shock.

Leo looked around at his siblings and Master looking at him with confused and surprised expressions.

"Leonardo, are you feeling well?" Master Splinter questioned.

"Yeah, you've got bags under your eyes as dark as Master Splinter's fur." Mikey quipped before turning to his sensei. "No offense, Sensei."

"I'm fine." Leo tried to reassure them. "Just a little tired that's all."

Master Splinter's eyes narrowed a bit, then gave a small nod.

"Then perhaps it would be best for you to take a nap in your bedroom so you do not disturb your siblings." He suggested.

"Hai Sensei." Leo agreed.

Leo got up and went to his room as Splinter instructed. As he left, Hisako closed her eyes, attempted to peer into her brother's mind. However, she found herself stopped by a very well-fortified mind block. It seemed Leo didn't want her in his mind, which only added to the suspicious feeling growing in her stomach.

"Master Splinter," she began. "I think Leo's hiding something."

Master Splinter raised an eyebrow at Hisako's declaration.

"What would make you say so?" he inquired.

"Well," Hisako sighed as she began, "he's been neglecting his training, he's exhausted, even though he goes to bed when we all do, and he's got mental walls up that rival yours Sensei."

Splinter was intrigued by what Hisako had told him, particularly that last part. Everyone else also spoke up, having held the same suspicion for a while now.

"I have to agree with Hisako on this one." Donny admitted. "Leo's been distance for the past month, and frankly, I don't think this is the first time he's dozed off during meditation."

"Yeah, something's up with Leo." Raph declared, "Question is, what?"

"Maybe he's got a secret girlfriend." Mikey suggested.

The others all looked at Mikey like he'd gone mad. However, that's when they all remembered the pink-haired girl that Leo had been going goo-goo eyed over not too long ago.

"You don't think-?" Donny began.

"No way." Raph argued.

"Leo wouldn't-" Hisako added.

"But he might." Mikey countered.

Master Splinter let out a cough, drawing his students' attention.

"Is there something the four of you would like to tell me?" he asked in his 'dad' voice.

The others looked at each other nervously before turning back to Splinter.

"Well..." Donny began. "You see Sensei… awhile back… we were doing our nightly training… when-"

"When Leo got distracted by this hot chick with pink hair!" Mikey interjected.

"Mikey!" The others, sans Splinter, shouted.

"What do you mean by 'distracted'?" Splinter questioned.

Hisako answered this one.

"We were racing to Mario Brothers." she explained. "When he didn't show up, we went looking and found him watching this girl from a lamp post. He was acting funny back then, but we brushed it off."

"We figures Leo would be the last of us to make a mistake like that." Donny agreed.

"Yeah, though now I'm thinking we should have pressed him harder." Raph muttered.

Splinter stroked his chin, thinking about what his children had told him. None of it bode well, both for Leonardo, and for their family as a whole.

"I suggest that we all keep an eye on Leonardo." he decided. "And if he is doing something that could jeopardize our secret, then I believe the time for questions will end, and the time for answers will begin."

The others nodded in response as the resumed meditation.

…

That night, Leo laid in bed, watching his siblings sleep quietly. Once he was sure they were awake, he slipped his shell cell out from under his pillow, turning on the text messenger.

"We still on for tonight?" He sent.

After less than a minute, he got a reply.

"You bet we are. Meet me by the interstate overpass, and be prepared for the race of a lifetime."

"I look forward to it." he texted back.

Slipping out from under his blanket with practiced stealth, having forgone changing into pajamas to save time, Leo made his way up out of the lair and into the garage.

…

At the interstate overpass, Karai waited with a group of about five of her biker buddies, all of whom were experts in the field of bike racing. As Leo pulled up, he was mildly surprised by the number of people present.

"Leonardo!" Karai called. "Glad you could make it. Hope you don't mind that I invited a few buddies tonight."

"Uh… no." he replied. "Not at all."

"Great." she told him. "Cause I've told them about you and how great of a rider you are. Problem is, they don't seem to believe me, so that's why I arranged this."

She climbed onto her bike and pulled her helmet on.

"Ready for your first street race?" she asked.

"Bring it." he responded with a smirk.

Lining up at the light, the group revved their engines as the light turned from red to green. In that split second that the light changed, the riders all sped down the road at top speeds, cheers and shouts mingling with the sounds of motorcycle engines.

…

Hisako slowly opened her eyes. They quickly snapped open when she realized where she was. She was back there, back in TCRI. She looked down to see she was strapped down to an operating table hooked up to a series of monitors.

"No… Not again..."

She struggled to free herself from the table, her movements becoming more and more frantic. However, the more she struggled, the tighter the straps seemed to get. She then looked over to see her brothers in similar restraints, struggling to free themselves.

"Guys!" she called out.

Just then, the sound of footsteps filled the air. She looked over and saw a face she hoped she'd never see again.

"Stockman..." she gasped.

The man let out a maniacal laugh as he grabbed a large knife from a nearby table. The blade was coated in red liquid that covered the tray, as well at the doctor's hands, arms, and chest.

"Haven’t you learned by now, Oracle?" the man cruelly chuckled. "Nothing will keep you from me. Not even your precious brothers!"

Stockman lifted the knife over Mikey's restrained body, bringing it down numerous times. Hisako screamed and cried, shouting her brother's name.

…

Hisako sat up, her eyes glowing brightly as a few small household objects went flying away from her. She let out a blood curdling scream, one that pulled everyone from their slumber. Raph, Donny, and Mikey all launched upward, grabbing their sister as she gasped for air and tried desperately to regain composure. Master Splinter also emerged from his room, kneel down beside the large bed.

"Hisako, it's okay!" Raph insisted.

"It was just a dream, my child." Splinter added.

Hisako was hyperventilating, stammering so fast and hard that her words were completely unintelligible. Donny took hold of her arms, making her face him.

“Hisako, Hisako.” He called out to her over her desperate stammers. “Sis, what’s your name?”

Hisako looked at her brother, trying to answer his question.

“H-Hamato… Hisako…” she said, slowly regaining control over her breathing.

“What are you?” Donny questioned.

“A-a kunoichi.” She answered.

“And what are you not?” Donny finished.

“A project…”

While Donny worked on pulling Hisako back to reality, Raph moved up beside her, wrapping his arm and his blanket around her. Mikey went and found Klunk, pulling the orange tabby from his bed and gently placing him in Hisako’s lap. Her arms wrapped around the cat as she began repeating the answers to Donny’s questions over and over.

“My name is Hamato Hisako. I’m a kunoichi, not a project.” She whispered. “My name is Hamato Hisako. I’m a kunoichi, not a project.”

Splinter knelt down, taking Hisako in his arms. She leaned against him gratefully, finally calming down. Then, she noticed something that made her blood run cold.

“Where’s Leo?” she asked as her panic began to rise again.

The Hamato Clan glanced around the lair. Sure enough, Leo was nowhere to be seen. The turtles scattered, Donny checking Leo's bedroom and Mikey checking the bathroom. Raph, however, had a different idea of where Leo may have been, though he was hoping that he was wrong. He scaled up the tunnel, making his way into the garage, and what he saw, or more appropriately, what he didn't see, made his blood boil.

"He's not in his room." Donny declared.

"Not in the bathroom either." Mikey added.

Raph dropped back into the lair, looking about as pissed as he was when Hisako went missing.

"He's gone." he snarled.

Everyone, especially Master Splinter, looked at the red turtle in surprise. Hisako visibly flinched at the word, causing Splinter to hold her closer

"Gone?" Splinter repeated.

"Yeah.” Raph growled. “He pinched my bike, my gear, and he's gone."

Donny grabbed his shell cell off his lab table, dialing Leo's number. It rang a few times, then went to voicemail.

"He's not answering his shell cell." Donny informed them.

"Do you think he's in trouble?" Mikey asked.

"If he's not, he's gonna be when I get my hands on him." Raph snapped, snatching his pants and pulling them over his boxer shorts. "C'mon. Let's go find him."

Not even bothering to change clothes, the three brothers all grabbed their weapons and headed for topside. Hisako set Klunk back on the ground, grabbing her tessen belt and wrapping it around her nightgown.

"You can stay here if you want." Splinter told her.

Hisako shook her head, sliding on a jacket.

“I have to go.” She told him. “Can I have my backpack?”

Splinter handed it to her, then watched as she took off after her brothers.

…

The four siblings raced across the rooftop, Donny taking the lead. He had a tracker in his hand, his eyes only leaving it when they came to the ends of rooftops.

"I still can't believe you put a tracker in his shell cell." Mikey chuckled.

"I put one in all our shell cells." Donny corrected. "After what happened, I would have been an idiot not to."

"He's got a point, Mikey." Hisako agreed.

"Are we catching up to him or not?!" Raph snapped.

Glancing back down at the tracker, the flashing blue dot that was Leo seemed to be moving at a surprisingly fast pace, even for on a motorcycle.

"He's moving pretty fast." Donny admitted. "He's probably being chased or something, and even taking a few short cuts, it would be pretty hard to-"

That's when the blue dot suddenly stopped moving. Donny felt his stomach drop.

"Guys, he stopped."

All four of them instinctively picked up the pace. With Leo now stationary, they caught up to him in no time. They all drew their weapons, just in case Leo needed some help in a fight. However, as they reached their brother's location, rather than hear the sounds of a fight, they heard laughing and cheering. Lots of it.

"What the shell?" Hisako whispered.

They all peered over the edge of the roof they were on and were immediately floored by what they saw. There was fairly large group of motorcycle riders, all of them laughing and leaning against their bikes, seemingly swapping stories. One of the bikers was wearing Raph's gear and leaning on the shell cycle, obviously Leo.

"Umm, did Leo join a biker gang?" Mikey questioned.

Raph's knuckles cracked audibly as he clutched his sai.

"Anybody else recognize that head of pink hair down there?" He growled.

They all looked to see Karai slapping Leo on the back, laughing happily. Through the helmet, they could see him laughing too, completely oblivious to the bazillion levels of wrong the scenario had.

"Okay, it's official." Raph declared. "I am going to ring his neck when he gets home."

"You're gonna have to get in line." Hisako told him, her eyes glowing green.

…

Leo slid down the tunnel into the lair a few hours later, still chuckling happily as he remembered all the fun he had. As he stumbled toward the bed, the lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire lair. Leo froze as he slowly turned towards the light switch, where all of his siblings stood, arms crossed.

"Oh Leonardo." Mikey called in a Ricky Ricardo accent. "You got some splainin' to do."

Leo gulped as he faced his angry siblings, sweat running down his face.

"Hey… guys..." he greeted nervously.

"Care to tell us where you were?" Donny asked.

Leo opened his mouth to answer, but Raph interrupted.

"I'll tell you where you were!" He snapped. "You were out on my bike, hanging out with that pink-haired harlot and her biker buddies, completely disregarding EVERYTHING that we've been taught since we were BORN!"

Leo flinched at Raph's shouts, feeling everything crashing down around him.

"Guys, I-"

"Do you have any idea just how reckless your actions were?" Donny questioned. "What if any of those guys had seen your face?"

"I never took my helmet off." Leo argued, his voice losing the nervousness.

"And you never lifted the visor?" Raph questioned accusingly.

Leo faltered a bit before answering.

"Only when it was dark enough that Karai wouldn't-"

"You idiot!" Raph screamed. "We'd expect this level of stupidity from Mikey, but you?!"

"Yeah!" Mikey agreed, then he registered what Raph had said. "Hey!"

Leo looked at his brothers, then he turned to Hisako, who was surprisingly silent throughout this entire exchange. He met her eyes, and was surprised to find her face red. She'd been crying.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked.

Hisako stood up, her face devoid of emotion.

"I had a nightmare." She explained. "A bad one."

Leo suddenly felt lower than dirt.

"I was back There." she continued. "We all were… And he-"

Her voice hitched and she visibly had to fight back tears. Leo didn't need her to finish to know what she'd seen.

"Hisako… I-"

"Imagine seeing that, and then realizing that one of your brothers are missing." She interrupted.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't know."

"And why didn't you know?" Raph exclaimed. "Because you cared more about your secret girlfriend than you did your own family!"

"Raph that's not true!" Leo argued.

That's when a hand came down on Leo's shoulder, one that made the blue turtle's blood freeze. Ever so slowly, he looked up to see his father looking down at him, his face a mixture of disappointment and anger.

"Leonardo," he began. "I must speak with you. In private."

Hesitantly, Leo turned and followed Splinter into his master's bedroom. The door slid closed behind him, but his siblings quickly gathered around it, wondering what exactly Leo's punishment would be.

"My son..." Splinter began. "I cannot begin to express how disappointed I am in you. You have risked the very secret of our existence, neglected your responsibilities as leader of your siblings, and what is worse, you've lied to your siblings. Repeatedly."

Leo was silent as Splinter berated him.

"I…. I'm sorry Sensei." he apologized.

"Do you know why I made you leader, Leonardo?" Splinter asked. "It was because I believed I could trust you to always have this family's best interest at heart. Now, you have broken that trust that I have given you."

"I know Master." he acknowledged. "I have no excuse."

Splinter let out a sigh, then he held straightened up and met his son’s eyes.

"Until I feel that you have truly realized how much damage you have caused with your reckless actions, you will remain in the lair and make up the training you have neglected during your escapades. Is that understood?"

"... Hai Sensei." Leo replied.

Splinter gave a small nod, then gestured for him to go. The blue turtle stood, then walked out of Splinter's room. His siblings all looked at him, all of them still hurt by what had happened. Leo didn't say a word to them. Instead, he simply walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.