#wavering casey

[beans2695]

I've let melancholy permeate my epidermis, it resonates with every word and I'm stirred awake at night, because my mind is but a pendulum that oscillates, it swings from grief that suffocates to brevity my voice can't shake, I stutter when I speak cos I'm still so weak.

I guess the notion of content has always felt incongruent. But it took a long time to be honest with myself about the solipsistic attitude I take towards my health.

Oh, how it pains me to admit it but I'm far from self-sufficient;

My independence stolen by persistent mental illness.

Please don't mistake my silence for ignorance I'm trying to be better at this, but I'm sick and tired of self-abusing, and making excuses for why I hesitate to lead a life that should elate me, I'm remind daily that my depression can't be justified, but I can't seem to quieten down my mind. I've always been ashamed to say that maybe I need help, but it's either that or face the fact I may end up killing myself.

I can't tell if I'm a coward for being scared to leave, or if I'm brave for staying when I'm riddled with worry. So, this is an open letter to myself in 10 years' time, I'm sorry if you're not around to read this, I swear that I tried.

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

They Realize They Have Feelings For You

2003!Turtles x reader

Warnings: Description of injury. Otherwise none💙❤️💜🧡

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Leonardo:

The dojo was bathed in the soft glow of training lanterns, casting shadows that danced with each movement of your body. Leonardo and you faced off in a spirited sparring session, the clash of yours and his katanas echoing through the otherwise quiet space. But as the two of you engaged in a series of well-practiced moves, Leo couldn't help but be captivated by the way you moved.

Your grace and precision were unmistakable. You did everything he had taught you ever since your first training session. The determined set of your jaw, the fluidity of your strikes - it was as if you were a sudden force of nature, and Leonardo found himself drawn into the dance of combat. His eyes, typically focused and disciplined, occasionally betrayed a subtle softness as they followed your every move.

In the midst of the training, there was a moment. A moment when you executed a particularly tricky maneuver you had been begging him to teach you, and Leo's attention wavered. Instead of focusing on countering your attacks, his gaze lingered on you. The strands of your hair, tousled from the intensity of the spar, framed your face in a way that captivated him. The subtle smile on your lips as you fought added a warmth to the room that had nothing to do with the training lanterns.

The realization was subtle, like a whisper in the wind. Something had shifted within Leonardo. The friendship and closeness that had defined your relationship now had an undercurrent of something more. But what was it? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Days passed, and the turning point came during a mission. Danger surrounded you, adversaries closing in, and Leonardo's heart raced with a fear he hadn't felt before. This protective instinct when it came to your wellbeing wasn't new - he'd always been the guardian of his brothers and those close to them. But this was different. This was a worry that cut deeper, a fear that extended beyond the bonds of brotherhood. It was almost feverish. And it did not go away before he was sure you were okay.

After the mission, the weight of that worry lingered. On the rooftop, amidst the quiet of the night, Leonardo grappled with his emotions. It was then he realized. He left like he had been hit with a brick. It wasn't just concern for a teammate or a friend; it was something more profound. His feelings for you had shifted, transformed into a form of care that went beyond the dojo, beyond the missions, beyond a friendship.

As he stood there, the cityscape sprawling before him, Leonardo accepted the truth. His heart had chosen a different path, and it led directly to you. From that moment on, every training session took on new meaning. Every clash of your katanas, every smile you shot him, every shared victory - it was all part of a journey, a journey that Leonardo was now ready to embark on, uncertain but willing.

Raphael:

In the aftermath of a grueling mission, the lair was shrouded in an air of exhaustion and tension. The stench of battle hung in the air as the turtles stumbled back, battered and bruised. Among them, Raphael found himself particularly worse for wear, his body a canvas of scrapes and bruises.

Every step back to the lair was painful. Raphael needed help from his brothers, his arms wrapped around their shoulders as they helped him walk. The weight of his injuries pressed upon him, a stark contrast to the adrenaline that had fueled him moments ago. Raph couldn't help but wince with each movement.

Upon returning to the lair, Raph's weary steps were met with concerne by Master Splinter, April and Casey. However, one set of eyes stood out among the rest - yours. The genuine worry etched across your face tugged at something deep within him, a sensation he couldn't quite put into words.

As Raph wearily lowered himself to the floor, you wasted no time in rushing to his side. You barked at Donatello, telling him to find the medkit, while you began to inspect his wounds with a practiced care that spoke volumes about the countless times you'd performed this ritual. Being close friends with Raphael often meant looking and treating his wounds.

There, in that moment, as you delicately tended to his injuries, Raph felt a warmth that transcended the physical pain. It was the warmth of your presence, the undeniable comfort of knowing that you were there for him, ready to mend not just his physical wounds but the emotional ones too.

It struck him like a revelation - a realization that your care for him went beyond the realms of friendship. In the quiet of the lair, Raph understood that you were the constant in his tumultuous life. The way you looked after him, the worry etched on your face, and the tenderness in your touch - it all resonated with a truth he couldn't ignore. A truth he had unintentionally denied for longer that he would admit.

In that moment of vulnerability, Raph's walls began to crumble at your touch. Sure you were able to get close to him as his friend, but this was different. His gruff exterior gave way to a newfound awareness, and he couldn't deny the surge of emotions welling up within him. That was the instant when he knew - amidst the chaos of battles and the close proximity of his brothers and friends, his feelings for you ran deeper, and the realization lingered in the air like a quiet acknowledgment of something profound.

Once Raphael managed to get some time alone in his room, he just laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling, finally admitting the full thought to himself. Raphael had feelings for you, one of his best friends. Oh shell…

Donatello:

The lair was quiet, except for the occasional soft hum of machinery blending with the occasional rustle of paper. Donatello was in his element, surrounded by the glow of computer screens and the intricate dance of wires and gadgets in the lab. It was during one of these late-night sessions that he found himself drawn to a realization that would change the dynamics of the lair.

You, one of Donnie’s best friends, was engrossed in a conversation that transcended the usual banter with the purple clad turtle. The topic ranged from scientific theories to the latest inventions, and the exchange of ideas flowed effortlessly. As you spoke, your eyes lit up with passion, and Donatello couldn't help but be enamored by the depth of your intellect and curiosity. You had questions that not even Donatello had thought about. The way your mind worked, the brilliance of your ideas - it was magnetic.

The turning point, however, came during a moment of distraction, even long after you had left the lair that day. Donatello found himself daydreaming, his gaze shifting from the computer screen to the intricate gadget in his hands. In that instant, it wasn't the technical details that captured his attention; it was the thought of your smile. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners and the warmth that radiated from that smile - it had a gravitational pull on him.

Caught in the midst of his own thoughts, Donnie realized that his feelings for you had evolved. It wasn't just admiration for your brilliant mind; it was an appreciation for everything about you. The late-night conversations became more than just exchanges of scientific theories; they became moments where Donatello discovered the depth of his connection with you. Donatello could not deny that he had thought you were pretty for a long time, but he had never given it a second thought. But you were so much more than just a pretty human.

As the days passed, Donnie found himself navigating uncharted territories of emotions. The lab, once a sanctuary for technological pursuits, now bore witness to the subtle dance of feelings that unfolded between the two of you. Every late-night conversation, every shared project, and every stolen glance became a part of a journey that transcended the boundaries of intellect.

On the rooftop, overlooking the city lights after a particularly successful invention, Donatello contemplated the truth. He acknowledged that what he felt for you was more than friendship. It was a complex tapestry of emotions woven into the fabric of their shared pursuits. In the quiet of the lab or the chaos of battle, Donnie had discovered that the heart, much like the universe he explored through his inventions, held mysteries waiting to be unraveled by you and him together.

And so, within the confines of the lab, amidst the glow of computer screens and the soft hum of machinery, Donatello embarked on a new experiment - the experiment of love.

Michelangelo:

The lair was alive with the sounds of laughter and the aroma of fresh take away pizza from the nearest pizzeria. Michelangelo, the eternal optimist, was in his element, surrounded by the warmth of friendliness and the joy of shared moments. Little did he know that amidst the goofing off and pizza nights, a revelation was waiting to unfold.

It happened during one of those laid-back evenings, a time when the brothers and you had gathered in the main living area to unwind. The air was filled with the familiar sounds of button mashing and virtual explosions as you and Mikey dove into a session of video games. It was during these light-hearted moments that the unexpected occurred.

As the two of you navigated through the virtual world of one Mikey’s favorite video games, your laughter rang out, infectious and carefree. Mikey couldn't help but be drawn to the joy that radiated from you. Your smiles and shared banter created a magnetic atmosphere, and in that simplicity, something shifted within Michelangelo.

The realization that dawned on Mikey was surprisingly subtle. It wasn't an epiphany that struck like lightning but a gradual understanding that unfolded like the plot and levels of their favorite video game. Mikey found himself smiling just because you were there, and the joy he felt in those moments surpassed even the thrill of victory in the gaming world.

The turning point came when Mikey noticed a shift in his priorities over the next few days. Pizza nights, a sacred tradition in the lair, took a back seat in his anticipation. The excitement of your company became a highlight that he looked forward to, eclipsing even the allure of his favorite food. It was in that moment of preference that Michelangelo knew he was falling for you in a big way.

Days turned into nights, and the laughter filled video game sessions continued. Mikey, the carefree spirit, embraced the change in his heart. Every shared joke, every victory dance, and every stolen glance during those gaming nights took on new significance. Michelangelo, often dismissed as the goofball, navigated the uncharted waters of emotions with a sincerity that surprised even himself.

On the rooftop, under the starry night sky, Michelangelo contemplated the truth. He admitted to himself that his feelings for you were more than just carefree friendliness; they were the threads that wove a tapestry of connection and affection. In the heart of the lair, amidst the laughter and the scent of pizza, Michelangelo's journey from the goofball to someone in love had begun. And as the days unfolded, he discovered that the greatest adventure of all wasn't battling mutants, ninjas and aliens or saving the city - it was navigating the complexities of the heart, especially when it involved someone as special as you.

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[yorshie]

Talk It Out

blurb from the 'how the turtles handle romance' ask featuring Raph/GN Reader, set in the beginnings of a relationship. SFW kinda angsty

When you reached the spot Raph had suggest for your meet up, you found him already waiting.

Or more accurately, pacing. 

You stepped closer, waiting for him to acknowledge you, and rubbing your arms to generate a little heat. You were silently thankful the little maintenance building blocked you from the worst of the wind.

Without looking towards you, he spoke. “I can’t do this.”

You blinked, expecting at least a greeting, or maybe even that shy smile he left with the last him he had visited you. “What?”

Instead of answering, Raph continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “This was a mistake.”

Flabbergasted, you took a step to the side, taking a moment to simply lean against the low wall surrounding the roof and watch him. He was clearly agitated, gaze low, shell swaying with each clipped step as though he was trying to move in every direction at once.

Finally, afraid he would soon wear a hole in the gravel spread across the roof, you asked for more clarification, “what was a mistake?”

Again, he continued as if he hadn’t heard, cracking his knuckles before shaking out the muscles in his arms in a move that bled nervous. “I’m too different, too much of a freak, you’ll regret this.”

That- that at least shed a little more light onto what particular subject he was referring to. You crossed your arms, brows furrowed in thought, silent as he turned sharply, his heel grinding into the already taxed substrate. “I thought we talked about this last time, Red?”

Raph huffed, the exhale of air loud in the quiet, and your gentle reminder, before he shook his head to dismiss your words. “I should have known - I don’t get happy endings. We don’t get-”

You rolled your eyes hard at his dramatics, reaching out when he moved past and touching his arm.

He flinched, hard, and your hands jerked back on instinct, apology curling on your lips, “sorry, sorry.”

Raph froze, staring down at your raised hands, and you knew he was cataloging each difference between the two of you.

“I don’t care.” You insisted, fisting your hands in your lap to hide, and it was his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing hard, resuming his pacing as he all but threw his next words at you:

“You should care. You do care- you think I’m fucking stupid? You think I don’t see the way Casey, hell even April, looks at us? S’only a matter of time before-”

You stepped into his path, into his space, arms up and out. 

He pulled up short, but didn’t push you aside, simply stared, hands clenching and unclenching as he waited.

“You’re it for me, Raphael.” You told him, voice bare of flowery praise, hands still up and open, reaching for him. “If you need time, just say so, but I’ll be here today, tomorrow, hell a year from now, whenever you finally get tired of running, I’ll be here.”

Raph stared at you, silently taking in your words. Slowly, his big body leaned into your space, and you stretched your arms as far as you could reach, hooking your first two fingers on either hand over the edge of his shell.

“I don’t- give a shit what anyone else thinks.” You tell him, craning your head back to look up at him, even though his gaze rested stubbornly low and to the side. “I don’t care that we’re different. I care about you. I care about how you feel. Everything else is just white noise, Raph.”

His arms were a heavy strength across your back, a weight you had to lock your knees against to avoid wavering. But you’d do it, for him, if he’d only look at you.

He wasn’t… quite there, yet. But he still crushed you to him, buried his face against the top of your head. You gripped him tighter as a long suffering exhale passed through him.

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[kiddbegins]

So Hot - Matt Casey | 18+

Requested: yes

Word count: 1,276

Warnings: smut [face sitting, fingering, unprotected sex]

A/n: ….

Masterlist

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Your hands always managed to find exactly where they wanted to be. Especially when you were laying in bed next to Matt. Your fingertips trailing down his stomach, just barely touching, leaving goosebumps across his skin.

You shifted onto your side, pairing the soft touches with gentle kisses down his jaw. By now he was already in his pajama pants, your own shirt the only thing covering your body. Matt looked over at you, his eyes slightly hooded. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

He slid his own hand up your thigh, humming as you sucked a mark onto his skin. “I think I have a decent idea.” You mumbled against his neck, trying to memorize his entire body with each and every graze against him.

A haze covered your mind, slipping a leg over Matt’s hips. The man placed firm hands on yours, bunching the oversized shirt up to rest around them. He gripped tighter, not caring if he left marks into your skin.

He wasn’t rough, not always but sometimes he let it slip, like the way he’d toss you onto the mattress after a difficult shift. Or when he’d grip at your throat as he pounded into you, your mouth gaping with each movement.

And you loved it everytime. Matt could gladly have his way with you whenever he wanted and you’d never complain. Ever. So when he took the initiative to rock your hips down against him, his arousal becoming too much for him to control, it just made you grow hotter.

Your breath caught in your throat, leaning over him slightly, his lips swiftly attaching to the dip of your neck. “Matt…” He nipped at your collarbone as you groaned out his name, your tone swiftly traveling down his spine.

His hot breath reached each part of your body, hands gripping up your sides as he kissed across your chest. “You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled as he slid his fingers up your thighs. 

Slightly he pulled your legs further up him, tightening his grip on you. “So hot.” He muttered, looping his arms around your legs and pulling you up, your burning heat now hovering over his chest. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Matt muttered before dipping down between your legs, swiping a line through you with his tongue.

A full body shiver went over your skin, goosebumps rising as he shifted his tongue around your clit. His mouth felt around expertly, as if his lips had memorized every aspect of your body. 

It just knew what to do without having to think about it, clasping around your sensitive nub tightly, sucking lightly. The movement was met with a loud moan, a hand practically flying to the hair on his head, gripping tightly. 

You leaned forward, grabbing onto his headboard shakily. “Shit… Matt.” The man attached his mouth around you, slipping his tongue inside of you. He loved tasting you, his lips and tongue swirling through you.

His tongue worked around your clit, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. “God baby you feel amazing.” Your voice wavering as he latched onto it once more, moaning as he did, the vibration being the final straw.

Roughly you pulled at Matt’s hair, your thighs trying to clench around Matt’s head as your body and legs shook. Your ears started ringing, the white around your eyes completely taking away from any view of the man you had.

Swiftly, Matt held onto you, flipping the two of you over as he slid his fingers up to the top of your thighs, still relentlessly moving against you. “Matt, I-” Your voice squeaked out loudly, body shifting into overstimulation as he pulled back, instantly replacing his tongue with his hands.

Easily he slipped a finger in you, curling upwards as he twisted inside of you. “You know what to do if you really wanted me to stop.” Matt mumbled cockily, rubbing imaginary circles around your clit as he did.

Your eyebrows pulled together, heart racing as you squirmed under his touch. In reality, there was nothing you loved more than him pushing you as far as he could. As he continued to touch you, the knot started to form in your stomach again. 

“Baby…”

“I’ve been imagining you under me like this since yesterday morning.” He hummed, kissing over your stomach. “Having to leave you for work. I couldn’t bear it. I wanted my girl.” Matt picked his pace up, feeling you clench around him. “Wanted my girl to make a mess just for me.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the mixture of his touch and the tone of his voice making your body grow tighter, practically sucking his fingers in as your back lifted off the bed. Your arousal soaked over his hand, thighs shaking.

Matt slid his hand away from you as you came down from the high, taking them into his mouth, “Just like that. Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, lips finding yours again. The taste of you on his tongue made you groan, shifting your hips up against him.

“I need you.” You murmured, reaching a hand over his sides, wanting nothing more than to push the pajamas off his hips and have his dick inside of you. “Please.” Not caring if you sounded needy. You were.

He knelt down, sucking marks down your neck. “Oh, my baby girl wants me to fuck her? Two orgasms isn’t enough for you?” Matt sat back, pushing his pants off, boxers going off with them. “You need me to fuck you senseless? So you can’t even remember your name?” His hand wrapped around himself, pumping slightly.

If it weren’t already obvious, your mouth was watering, the way he spoke doing nothing but making you want him more. “Answer me. Is that what you want?” Matt leaned over you, grabbing your face in one hand, his length brushing between you, making you jolt slightly as it swiped over your clit.

“Yes, please?” The whine in your voice pushing him to thrust into you, not even taking the time to let you adjust. He stretched you out in one go, grasping onto your hips. “Matt-” Your back lifted, head falling back.

Matt slid out almost all the way, shoving back in quickly and steadily, the size of him pushing you over in ways you couldn’t even explain. “You, feel so fucking good around me.” His forehead fell against your shoulder. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”

The closer he got to his high, the more he whimpered, his eyes clenching shut. Matt snapped up against you, the room filling with the sound of him whining and your hips smacking together. You reached a hand up, lacing it through his hair, another knot tightening in your stomach, your body heating up again.

“Fuck, Matt I’m gonna cum again. Please-” His hand slipped between the two of you again, his fingers back working around you.

“Do it. I want to feel you around me.” Matt mumbled, barely getting his words out before you tightened around him, a wave of euphoria raking through your body and his. Matt followed closely behind, hips pushed up against yours as he buried his face into your neck.

Slowly he pulled out, collapsing onto your chest with a deep breath. Your hands stayed in his hair, soothingly raking your fingers through it. “I love you so much,” Matt mumbled against your skin, keeping his face nuzzled up to it.

You hummed softly, leaning to kiss the top of his head with a smile. “And I love you, just as much.”

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[soft--dragon]

Snow Day

Just a small drabble for you guys to snack on before I post the bigger one :D

Word Count: 1,177

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Casey was practically vibrating with excitement, booted feet doing mini stomps - a stim he’d picked up from Donnie at a young age - as he looked out over the white powered landscape of New York City Park. Mikey, who was stood right beside him snickered at his child-like behavior, giving a friendly grin.

“You’ve really never seen snow before, huh Junior?” 

Casey shook his head rapidly, eyes so wide as if he was trying to memorise every single detail of the park. “There was never white snow in the future, it was like ash, but this… Michelangelo, this is amazing!” 

Mikey’s brow dipped slightly at the mention of the harsh, desolate future Casey had come from, but he gave the boy a gentle nudge to dispel the memory. “Mikey, Casey, call me Mikey,” he reminded lightly.

Whether Casey registered the soft words was up for debate, the boy’s spellbound expression never wavering when Leo seemed to drop out of nowhere to sling an arm around Casey’s shoulders. 

“Not a bad view, aye Casey?” he grinned.

“It’s incredible,” the young warrior murmured, his smile lifting his eyes.

“Well what are you waiting for? Come on!” Leo grabbed his students hand and ran, dragging along Casey who almost fell flat on his face from the sudden force.

“Wait up Leo!” Mikey yelled after his brother, taking off right behind the pair, with the rest of the family in tow. 

Leo didn’t even hesitate before he dove into the snow with a gleeful whoop, dragging Casey into the soft powder and laughing when the boy just about screamed.

“JESUS! It’s cold, Leo!” “Welcome to the ice age, Jones!”

There was an audible scoff from above the two. “Incorrect Leo, the ice age was thousands of years ago when creatures such as mammoths used to roam the earth and- hey!”

A snowball smashed into the back of Donnie’s head from non-other than April who was grinning similar to a Cheshire cat. “Sorry, did I interrupt you?” 

“Yes actually, I was trying to educate Leo on his very historically inaccurate claim- ow!” A second snowball had splattered straight into Donnie’s face, the teen being thrown to the ground with the force of it. “APRIL!”

Raph high fived the girl in passing, moving to Leo and Casey who were still lying in the snow. “Don’t you two go catching a cold alright? We don’t want to get the whole fam sick.” “We’ll be fine, Raph, don’t worry,” Leo smirked up at his older brother, “We’re well protected from the cold.” “Yes, but some of us aren’t that used to winter, remember?” 

“Oh, I know.” Leo’s hand planted itself in Casey’s mop of unruly hair, messing with the black locks and making the kid yelp and squirm in protest. “I’ll keep an eye on the snow baby.”

Casey baulked from under Leo’s fingers. “The- the snow what?” Raph sighed with a small, fond smile. “If he gets sick you’re taking care of him.” “Don’t I always?”

“Fair enough.”

“I’m right here you guys.” “Hush snow baby,” Leo scooped up some snow and shoved it in Casey’s unsuspecting face, trying and failing to hide his grin at the boy’s wild screech of alarm and offence. “The adults are talking.”

The snow removed, Casey tried leaning away only for Leo’s hand to come back and to pinch his cheek. “Augh! Stop! Your hands are freezing!”

“Oh, are they actually?” Leo’s hands were then diving under Casey’s scarf to press them against his neck, and the scream the boy gave was almost ear splitting.

“NO! Off, off, off! Get away from me!” Casey scrambled across the snow to escape, only for Leo to follow with an evil gleam in his eyes. “Guys help!”

Casey, who had fallen victim to Leo’s schemes more than once, knew the outcome of this dilemma, and scrambled off the ground in an instant. He was running laps of the park, laughing over his shoulder at the turtle who was pursuing him with outstretched hands and taunting loudly. 

“Should we stop them before they fall into the lake?” Mikey asked with a laugh.

Raph shrugged, smirking. “Eh, let em tire themselves out, it’ll be easier to get them to sleep later.”

“I concur, I do not want to deal with a hyperactive Leo,” Donnie raised a hand from where he was still lying on the ground from April’s snowball attack.

The green jacketed girl rolled her eyes. “Donnie, get up.”

“Can’t. I’ve been shot.”

A scream echoed through the park, making the group whip around in alarm to where Leo and Casey were tussling on the ground, the blue coded turtle pressing his fingers underneath Casey’s scarf to target his neck. The raven haired teen was screeching at the chill spreading through his skin, bursts of laughter mingling with his yelps as Leo refused to let up. 

“LEHEHO! Stohohopihit!” 

“What? Can’t hear you Snow Baby, sorry, I’ve got ear muffs on.” 

“YOU DON'T!”

“Invisible ear muffs are the modern style Case, I thought you’d know that cause you’re from the future.”

One of Casey’s hands came up to shove at Leo’s face, the other trying to push away the turtle’s fingers assaulting his sensitive skin. “Thahat’s soho duhumb!”

Leo’s mouth dropped open and gasped loudly. “How dare you insult my invisible earmuffs, that is so mean.” 

Casey cracked an eye open to peer up at Leo smugly. “Thought you couldn’t hear me with those ear muffs?” 

Scoffing an incredulous laugh, Leo furrowed his brow playfully. “Alright, wise guy, you asked for this.” Leo lightened his touch enough so that his fingernails were just grazing along Casey’s neck, causing the boy to try and turn into a turtle himself and scrunch his head down, all the while in fits of panicked giggles.

“DahAHAamnit LehehEHEO!” He cried, grappling with the turtle’s arms to dislodge his freezing fingers. “Nohohoho!”

Using the tassels of Casey’s scarf to dust along his cheek just to be annoying, Leo cooed, “I warned you bud; insult the muffs, get the fluff.”

Pressing his cheek into the snow, Casey batted at his mentor with horribly uncoordinated movements. “Yohou suhuck!”

“Ouch, what a burn. Good thing we’re surrounded by so much ice that I can treat it.”

Casey landed a smack on his shoulder, rolling his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t roll right out of his head. “Dork,” he bit out between peals of laughter.

“Oh I’m a dork now am I? Wow, really laying it on thick with the insults today, kiddo,” Leo snorted. The attempts of ‘insulting’ Leo really weren’t really that cutting at all, he was gonna have to teach this kid some curse words to help him along. Raph may kill him for it, but he was the sensei of Jones Junior, not his big brother.  Casey did end up catching a cold from the snow, though Leo held up his promise and was vigilant during the boy’s recovery. This was his kid after all, he was always going to look out for his Snow Baby.

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[jokingmisfit]

Not Yet Forgotten

Platonic Future Hamato Brothers x Neglected Reader

Warnings- Angst with Happy Ending, Reader is Casey Jr's Sibling, Neglectful Parental Figures, Severe Injuries, Mentions of Blood and Broken Bones, Near Death Experience, Hurt with Comfort, Head Injury, Mention of Reader having Mystic Powers

Notes- I may make a different version from 3rd person pov to show how bad the boys felt. I don't know anything about medicine so please forgive me for any incorrect everything. Wrote this right before therapy and I think it shows. Lol, Enjoy!

Your breathing was fast, but muffled through your hand. It felt like your lungs were on fire. You don't know how far you've run, but you hope that it's far enough.

Only an hour earlier, Krang dogs surrounded you and your crew. The rest were already dead... You were frightened and angry. You knew that if only they'd taught you how to fight as well as they had Casey, then you wouldn't be in this situation. They didn't care for you. Your brother being far too important, apparently, for you to be cared for at all. 

Made sense in your mind. You didn't look like your mother like Casey did. Didn't share a name or even blood. Just another "stray" she'd picked up, but she loved you. In her own way. Too bad when she died the knowledge she left you with was all you'd be given. No sessions with Leonardo. No kind words from Michelangelo or Raphael. No scolding on health or knowledge from Donatello. It was like you were invisible. Unimportant. 

You and your team had done so much. Achieved amazing things, but every achievement was overlooked. Every injury was ignored. Perhaps you did learn a few things... Fending for yourself. That didn't help now, though.

Climbing the rubble. You could feel the parts of your body move in ways they weren't made for. You were strong but how strong would you have to be to defy death itself. You had sent out the SOS so long ago, yet it seems as if nobody will come.

Your blood stained broken concrete rocks. You prayed to whatever higher being was above that, just this once, they wouldn't overlook you. That the people who were supposed to care the most would save you.

You finally collapsed at the top of the heap. Only small peaks of the red sky could be seen. You were safe, for now, but you were bloodied and broken. Your stash of medical supplies were carried by a dead man. You wouldn't last, not long, at least.

You hit the alert again seeing as the purple light went out. Hitting the button over and over as your breath thinned. It felt harder to breathe with every second. 

An alert came back to you. A communication. You heard April once say it was like a phone call. Whatever that was. You pressed the button to hear the voice on the other end. It was Donatellos.

"Are you there? Can you hear me?" His voice was wavering. Something you'd never heard before.

With a raspy tone you whispered out your response. "You got... got te loc-location right?"

He sighed on the other end. "Yes we have it. A rescue team has already found the rest. Where are you hurt?"

"Hehe." Your laugh is cut off by coughing. Blood bubbling up in your lungs and throat. Looking at the gashes and stuck out bones, you answer. "Every- Everywhere..."

Silence met you on the other end. Silence and the clicking of the keyboard.

A deep breath, and you talk again. "I know... I- I know you all... Probably don't- don't care... but I don't wanna die... I don wanna die." A sob escapes your mouth, cutting off your sentence.

The pain and fear causing tears to cascade down your face.

The clicking stopped at your words.

Donatello responds after a few seconds. "They're almost there... I- You need to stay awake and you'll be fine. We- I won't let you die."

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." Your breath stops in your chest. "I shoulda- should of done better... I try- tried so hard... Was never good enough. I can't- can't breathe." Your words are heavy and painful as you sob them out.

"HELLO!" You heard Leonardo yell.

Before you had a chance to answer a light came from your gear. The communication line ending and sends an alert to the other mutant.

Footsteps could be heard from multiple beings. Talking and panic is heard as you stare at the broken roof with blurry eyes.

Raphael's face coming into view before anything else. If you weren't in so much pain you'd smile at him. Instead you stare as he picks you up gently. His words sound soft but melt in your head making them unknown. He holds you close and moves quickly. 

A whisper escapes you. "you came..." The statement soft and broken from your lips. The only evidence he heard you being the tilt of his head as he stares with worried eyes.

You held on tightly to your consciences. You held on for however long it took to be laid on a table. Long enough to have something put over your face. Long enough to feel a hand pet your head slightly as your eyes finally close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It hurt. Everything hurt. Your eyes flutter open, but they're unfocused.

"They're awake!" You heard someone yell.

You flinch at the noise. A whine escaping the back of your throat from the pain.

"Be quiet. They're not going to react well to loud noises." You heard another voice scolds matter-of-factly.

You huff out heavy breaths. You try sitting up only for a large hand to, gently, hold you down. You blink several times to try and see better. Figures, shapes, and colors bounced around but nothing appeared sensical. 

"How are they?" A voice says nervously and stern at the same time. Their footsteps stop towards you.

The hands that were moving on and around you pause for a moment before an answer. "They're discombobulated."

"What the hell? English, Donnie." The voice answers.

Your voice is scratchy and comes out in squeaks. "Don- Donnie?"

Your question goes unanswered, but you were glad you finally knew who one of the voices belonged to. You were with Donatello.

"They had a head injury, so their brains jumbled. They can't see straight... At least we can be sure that they can hear fine." He answers with distaste.

A hand sets itself on your head and plays with your hair. The voice above you talks nervously. "So shouldn't we be talking to them? They're probably so scared right now. Aren't you?"

You realize that the end was directed at you, but you lost the energy to answer. You tried to speak, but nothing came out, as if your body didn't agree with your mind."

"Mikey’s right," The deep voice spoke. "We need to comfort them right now."

You wanted to tell them not to force themselves. That you knew they were only here because you were hurt. That once you were better they'd go back to the way it was before. But you couldn't speak, and the feeling of actually being cared for felt so nice.

The weight in your chest may have been painful, but it felt so good to be loved. If your head wasn't so fuzzy you might have cried.

Your name was called, almost urgently. You hadn't realized you weren't listening. So caught up in your own head that you forgot to listen.

You looked slightly to the person calling out to you.

"You still in there, kid? Lost ya there for a second huh?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

That was Leonardo right. He's the one to smile when things are bad. That means the deep voice was Raphael... All four of them were there for you.

You wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Maybe you were imagining things?

"You need to relax. Your heart rate is spiking..." Donatello tells you strictly.

Raphael's voice picked up from the foot of your bed. "Don, I don't think they can necessarily control that... Y'know?"

"Sigh," Donatello answers him. "I'll fix it myself."

You felt the bed adjust, setting you up slightly. You felt his hand on your arm fiddle with something sticking out of it.

You felt calmer, almost, instantly. Surprisingly, your vision cleared slightly. Things still blurred but you could make out their faces so much more.

A crowd of turtles that left no space to see what room you were in. The lights still felt too bright, yet they were dimmer than any room you’ve been to. The blue lights gave you more of a clue. The screens lights bouncing and reflecting off the men. Was this Donatello’s lab? It had to be.

With your eyes now clearer you were able to hold them onto the figures separately. Their blurred faces held concern, fear… It was definitely a sight.

“You feelin’ better?” Raphael asked sweetly. He loomed over the edge of the bed, yet still he managed to keep a distance.

Despite the medicine making you feel better your head and chest still layed heavy on the bed. The only response you could manage was a broken noise from the back of your throat.

Leonardo laughs sadly. “Y’know maybe we shouldn’t ask them too many questions, heh.”

If you could shake your head in agreement you would. The other three certainly did, or at least it looked like they did. 

You took a deep breath in and out letting everything sink into your skin, into your bones. You had your own list of questions you wanted to ask them. Like, how bad is the damage? Why are all four of you here, there’s more important things to do? Did any of the others live?

You could feel all four eyes on you. Feel them stare like you were the only thing worth looking at. It confused you, so you turned your eyes to the only one who you knew had all the answers, Donatello. 

“Right, well I suppose you want answers. Yes?” He asked, oddly nervous. “Where to start,” he whispered to his screen before sighing. “You have a major concussion, obviously, you have two broken ribs, a broken leg, a sprain in your right arm, you have large lacerations on your abdomen, and you had punctured one of your lungs.” He lists off easily. “All of which have been cared for, however you will be immobile for quite a while. I estimate approximately 12 weeks and 3 days. Do you understand?” He asks you calmly.

You huffed at him, hoping he would understand that you were listening. He seemed satisfied with your response and went back to typing on the screen. Of course you were slightly confused by this as you hoped he’d elaborate on why they were all there.

Clearly noticing your confusion Raphael talks with guilt. “I think they’re confused on why we’re here…”

He says it like he can read your mind. 

“Why would they be confused about that?” Michelangelo laughs out shakily.

“Probably, because we’ve neglected them for years.” Donatello answers within seconds.

Leonardo being the next to speak, like they were taking turns. “We really fucked up that bad, huh kid?”

You couldn’t hold his gaze. The guilt was so evident on his face. You’d never imagined they’d realize what they’ve done. You pictured you’d grow into an adult and leave the Resistance without anyone knowing you were gone.

“Listen, I know- We know we should’ve done better for you…” Leonardo sighs. “You are just as important as everyone else. As the Resistance. As Casey Jr. I was always so caught up with him and being a leader I forgot that I had to be there for you. You always seem to have a hold on everything. Always seemed so sure. So confident… I never thought you might need help to. It was such a terrible mistake and I should have known better, should’ve been more and done more for you,” He leans over and grabs your hand gently. “I promise to never act like that again. I will never let anything hurt you like this. I will never leave you alone again. I swear on my life kid I will do anything, everything to make this up to you.” Tears from his eyes fell onto your clasped hands.

You couldn’t hide the shock from your eyes as you were crying too. It was like your body finally jump started and tears fell so freely.

“You were always so strong,” Raphael starts. “I don’t think any of us thought that our lack of attention would hurt you so much. You always shined so brightly on your own.” He chuckled sadly. “I never thought you’d need us so much, Jr’s strong too, but he relied on your mom more than you so when she died we- I thought you could handle yourself. You’d never seemed to waver. I’m so sorry.” 

The regret he held in his words weighed heavy on your mind causing more tears to fall from your eyes.

“My turn already?” Michelangelo laughed, tears in his own eyes. “Heh, I remember this one time I was talking to one of your group members, she seemed so excited to join your team. I remember I asked her what she was so excited for… It was you. She told me that she had seen you and your team fight. Saw how well you worked together, but she was mesmerized by you. She told me years ago she idolized me for my mystic abilities,” He laughs quietly. “But she admitted in this conversation that she idolized you even more. Because you were more like her than I was and your mystic abilities were so strong…” He pauses with a sad silence. “A part of that conversation fortified in my mind that you didn’t need anyone. You were able to figure everything out all on your own. Lead your own team. Fight and save lives like a pro. I should have taken into perspective your feelings. I used to be so good at feelings, but it seems I’ve lost my way a little bit. But I promise not anymore. You’re never going to feel left out again. I guarantee it!” He ends off happily

Silence fills the room. The only thing truly heard was the buzz of machines and various sniffles.

The silence was cut off again by Raphael. “Donnie… Are you going to say anything?” He asked both encouragingly and authoritatively.

“Sigh.” Donatello stated tiredly. He turned to face you more. “I’m not good with emotions. They were never something I could grasp fully. I’ve worked hard on fixing that, but I see in some areas I have… failed. I personally assumed if you needed help you would come to me, however looking back it’s clear you had and I pushed you away.” He states uncomfortably. “As an adult I should have been more prepared and I wasn’t… You were just a child, you are a child, and you’ve experienced so much on your own. I can assure that we plan on remedying that.” He ends sincerely.

After listening carefully to all their words your heart swelled with happiness. You were still afraid that they may not be true, but you were hopeful and so glad to finally be seen. The love you felt radiate off them in blissful waves made you smile. You forgave them as soon as their words left their mouths. As soon as they told you they cared. There was nothing better than feeling true love for what felt like the first time. You couldn’t help but be happy.

“Get some sleep, Kid,” Leonardo says. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

#rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #platonic rottmnt x reader #future rottmnt x reader #platonic future rottmnt x reader #platonic donatello x reader #platonic leonardo x reader #platonic raphael x reader #platonic michelangelo x reader

[jellyvibes710]

"They buried her under one of the few trees left."

"None of them were alive, but them just being there brought some comfort and hope at a chance."

"Casey's eyes stare down at the the two sticks that leo had snapped off the dead tree and tied them together"

"He stares at the distorted ground just underneath the tied sticks, his fingers so numb they burned, Making the dirt trapped underneath his fingernails noticeable."

"Feeling as an constant reminder of what he just lost"

"The ground had been hard to drag his fingers through, even with his sensei's help it was still a battle, in more than one way"

"His heart feels heavy, like a brick tied to a string of a ballon. His tears burning his skin from the fridgit winds numbing his skin"

"As leo picked him up into his arm and holds him up, he feels the warmth seep into the cloth of his cloths, helping him feel secure and safe"

"They stare at the dirt for a moment, not a single word spoken within the time, it almost felt wrong to speak"

"With a shaky hand, he lightly waves at the ground, shivering as a breeze beats against his reddening skin"

"With a hollow and wavered voice, casey speaks quietly, not wanting to wake the world around him"

"I love you, mama"

"Sweet dreams"

"They stayed for as long as they could, but as the sun started to hide behind the ruin city of New York, they too had to hide away from the harsh world"

"Back to a place that no longer felt familiar"

- - -

From here out the parts are longer so expect multiple updates in the future :]

This isn't a part, but we do see a bit of Casey's past in chapter two. I am so excited for what's to come hehehe

I'm falling asleep while I'm typing this so I'm gonna pass out as soon as this Is posted

Bonus doodle

#rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #unpause rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise fanart #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt cassandra jones #little baby blue au

[wiihtigo]

wiihtigo.tumblr.com/post/743934944739557376/ okay enough about Nell dying. what about that bad ending 2 with Casey dying 👀

grimacing at you sort of mournfully

similar to nell I think it happens during some big event- not as big as a crisis event alien invasion like nell but a citywide threat..(otherwise known as a regular tuesday in gotham), nell is out as ladybug helping out along with some gotham regulars (i imagine batman and nightwing are skulking around) shes not working WITH them exactly. theyre just out and shes also out at the same time and theyre fighting the same things. you see.

casey tags along sometimes when ladybug is out doing her thing because she lowkey doesnt respect nells job and thinks they can just combine patrolling and hanging out, BUT this time she actually stayed home. shes just laying on the couch, maybe scrolling her phone or finding something to watch on tv or dozing off into a nap when something hits their building. For the kind of big show-y jackass-y destruction thats happening in the city ive had it in mind this is a joker stunt. Not that thats super important even, hes not directly involved with casey blowing up. Anyways something hits their building and casey is crushed or...pierced by debris. She manages to fish out to phone (now cracked to shit) and calls nell for help (her reasoning being that nell will treat her as priority and come get her and help her ASAP meanwhile the ambulance's and police in gotham are pretty busy already)

Luckily, Nell picks up and immediately hears something is wrong even though casey (delirious and in shock) does not open with "there is a wooden beam lodged in my ribs come fucking get me" and instead is like "um...are you almost finished with work i think you should come home now. someone broke your window. its cold in here" but her voice is really strained and shes breathing kind of hard.

Nell is already speeding away but hes really far from their apartment and these stupid henchmen just keep getting in the way and its hard to keep casey talking when casey is usually the one DOING THE TALKING. but they do. keep talking together i mean. nell is kind of short with her at first because hes also kind of freaking but once casey starts panicking near the end when hes starting to realize hes cooked he starts lying to him telling him that hes almost there hes almost up the stairs and to just hang on a second more (hes like 20 blocks away)

at first casey was like. freshly in shock. so she wasnt talking about things like they happened. she asks nell to come home and clean up the glass on the floor because if she looked down and sees the blood coming out of her she was going to flip out or something. but the longer nell takes the more she starts to get scared and desperate and whiny (notice how i can find ways to insult her even as shes dying..now thats love) the more nell lies to her the more her solid faith in ladybug saving her ungrateful self is wavering. shes never let her down before! casey always follows nell/ladybug around and gets into trouble and nell always picks up her by the scruff of her neck and drags her back home. its basically what their relationship was built on, nell taking a random criminal home and promising to keep her on the up and up. nell is big and tough and strong and confident and independent and stable. these are all qualities casey really liked about nell right from the get go and its why, aside from being given a rent free place to live in, she stuck around this long even through the less desirable traits of hers and how insufferable she finds her sometimes.

in her fear (and pain) she starts swinging wildly between anger and pleading like "why arent you here yet!??! do you think im gonna die?? are you even coming?? are you doing this on purpose because youre mad at something i did.? WELL IM SORRY! FUCK! WILL YOU PLEASE COME GET ME NOW!!!!!!' (im sure this isnt doing anything to help nells stress levels. can someone tell her to relax?)

Nell.....did the smartest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world, and before, when he took the call and nightwing noticed his alarm and comes down to say "hey is everything ok--" he brushes him off and speeds off to go deal with casey himself. Because casey is his responsibility and he doesnt really like nightwing. or any of the bats. nell is self sufficient, over confident, and (quoting from marty) "she has tunnel vision and chronic independence syndrome and by viewing caseys wellbeing as her own responsibility she has inadvertently doomed them" (unquote) (crowd booing sfx)

he could have asked for help from someone who could fly, or asked oracle to patch him through to an ambulance to get to the apartment faster than she could, or accepted nightwings offer to help knowing that hes more experienced than she is as a hero or done any number of things that would have to involve swallowing his pride, but he didnt and when he arrives back home casey is already gone

to be fair she wasnt really thinking straight. but wow, way to go nell. you really fucked that one up. can we cancel this heinous heinous bug?

when i compare our intrepid heroes death scenes in my mind i lol bcuz nell is like (coughing up blood) fuuuck i cant believe i loved that stupid girl. oh well. bleh. but casey in her last moments is like NO NO NO NO NO I DONT WANT TO DIE STOOOOP WTF WTF WTF

i think shes so panicked and frantic and scared in her last moments the complete opposite of nell accepting death and feeling content she did everything she could have (at least in regards to crimefighting that day)

she probably didnt even think it was a possibility until the last minute. shes so self confident. too self confident. some might even call it...stupidity.

in the way nell is letting her eyes creak shut thinking about a phantom image of casey and is just filled with regretful sadness, casey is not thinking fondly on ANY memory shes clutching onto her phone and wishing nells voice would jump out of the speakers and be there in front of her and carry her away and keep taking care of her FOREVER i mean keep financially supporting her until shes casted into the new scream film. she cant accept shes going to die. she wont accept it. she did so much hard work for so long to make something of her life and it was all just going to end in one night...she finally found a friend she could stomach the company of, actually enjoyed the company of, and it was all for nothing. AGAIN! these are depths of despair only previously felt when booster FIRED HER! she doesnt ..blame nell, exactly. well she kind of does. but its different than it was with booster. she put the full brunt of blame entirely on booster to shield herself from the possibility .. maybe her own choices and actions have something to do with the outcomes in her life? (NO NOT POSSIBLE) she is angry at nell for not being there. but shes also sad and confused and scared and all these mixed up emotions and even though shes angry at nell Somewhat she also...eugh....CARES about nell, and she thinks that nell also cares about her. (unclear in what way. and now we'll never know..SAD) so she isnt casting hexes on her like she had with booster, who she knew didnt really give her the time of day like ever. she just wishes she wouldve been there with her

but when have i ever given casey anything she wanted.

again, i advise you to go knock down martys door if you want more nell deets but im told ted and michelle support him through this (and isnt that more than casey ever got in the canon end? see..not so bad)

im also told he doesnt tell spider, caseys mom, about casey dying until 8 months after the fact. which im sure just about drives that poor woman over the edge. nell bishop are you ready to die..?

#koby you never add readmores you always just leave us to the dogs what changed BItch im scared #asks #casey

[normal-sea-urchin]

Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 6

whoo yeah, completed chapter six. sorry it took so long dudes. i kept putting it off. anyways here's like, 2,707 words of raph going through it

"Raph just sit still!" Donnie ordered. It had been about a day since Raph had gotten hit with a laser, right in the middle of his plastron. So, Donnie was sitting on the couch, checking his brother's plastron for any injuries. At least he was trying to, if Raph weren't so uncooperative. 

"No! Quit touching me!" Raph countered, slapping Donnie's hand away. "I'm fine Don."

"You know what, fine. If you're going to keep swatting me away, then you can survive getting hit with a laser." Donnie caved. The tallest turtle packed up his medical supplies and left for his lab. 

But before he could make it to said lab, Leo came out the dojo, a determined look on his face. "Gear up guys, we're going on a mission." 

"Awwww, but Super Robo Mecha Force Five Team Fiiiiive." Mikey whined pulling himself away from his spot right in front of the TV. 

"Sorry Mikey, but Super Robo Mecha Force will have to wait." Leo said, his strict tone of voice not wavering.

Donnie emerged from his lab after putting his med kit back, with his bo staff strapped to his back. Mikey jumped up off the floor and walked over to the entrance where Leo was standing. Raph also hopped up and walked over to the exit of the lair (which doubled as the entrance) only to be met with his brother's hand blocking him. 

"Oh no. No way you're coming." Leo ordered. "Not with you hurt." 

"What!? Whaddya mean hurt!? I'm fine!" raph yelled, raising his arms to the level of his head in protest. Leo responded with a cold glare.

"You're staying here. Master Splinter said so." Leo demanded.

"But you can't just-"

"Do you want to be off the team permanently Raph!?" Leo threatened. Raph took a step back, thinking about the threat, but still keeping retaining his scowl. And just like that, Leo turned about face and left for the Shellraiser, followed shortly by Donnie. Before leaving, Mikey turned back to Raph with a look of pity on his face. But before Raph could say anything, Mikey was already in the Shellraiser.

Raph stood in the entrance to the lair as he watched the Shellraiser speed off. He let out a low growl, before turning and stomping over to his punching dummy. He landed a blow. And another. And another. This repeated for a while until Raph's knuckles grew bloody. He stopped, bringing his hands in front of his chest, palms facing down.

He decided he should change out the bandages on his hands before his brothers get back, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Leo. He started walking towards his room, staring down at his bloody knuckles. 

"Hello, my son." a familiar voice greeted. Raph jumped back, hiding his hands behind his shell and snapping his head upwards.

"Uh- Hello Sensei!" Raph hastily saluted. He hoped the nervous face that was shifted to try and display a smile wouldn't rat him out.

"Is there anything bothering you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired, stroking his beard.

"Uh, no Sensei. All good here." Raph lied. He presented a toothy smile, hoping it would appear sincere to his father.

"Hm, what do you have?" Splinter asked, leaning forward to peer over Raph's shoulder. Raph moved in response to try and hide his bloody hands from his father.

"Uh- Uh, nothing?" Raph replied. His tone of voice received a look of suspicion from his father, making Raph flash a fake smile in an attempt to seem more sincere. 

"Very well, you may go." the rat dismissed. Raph began to take his leave, walking once more towards his room. Once he was past his father, he moved his hands from behind his shell to in front of him, hoping that his father didn't catch a glimpse of his bloody hands. 

"Would you like me to patch up your hands, or were you planning on doing so yourself?" 

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Raph sat on the floor of the dojo, holding out his hand for his father to bandage. Splinter's eyes were focused on Raph's right hand. He carefully wrapped around the knuckles, once, twice, a third time.

"What is upsetting you my son?" Splinter asked, breaking the silence. The rat looked up from his son's hand, attempting to make eye contact.

"Nothing Sensei." Raph muttered. He shifted his eyes to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. 

"Hmm, are you sure? It is not often that you are so aggressive with your punching bag." Splinter stated, keeping a calm tone. He was wrong. Or at least, not entirely right. Raph was this rough with the punching bag all the time. He supposed Splinter meant that he wasn't usually this rough with himself. 

"I-I guess..." Raph trailed off. Should he tell him? Should he tell him? How would he react. His father's always telling him not to let his anger take control. But that's exactly what happened that night. "I guess Leo's just been getting on my nerves." Raph bluffed. His father hummed in reply.

"I just- It's-" Raph let out a heavy sigh, "Yesterday, I got hit while fighting the Kraang. Leo was all concerned, but when I told him I was fine, he got all mad like I was the bad guy!" Raph yelled.

"My son, you must understand that neither you, nor Leonardo is the villain." Splinter advised. The rat gently tied the bandages on his son's right hand and exchanged it for the right.

"Yeah, I know... I just don't get why he had to keep me from going on today's mission. It's not fair!" Raph complained. With Slash- Spike, mutated, Raph was alone, with no one who truly understood him. 

"Hmm, yes. I did recommend that you stay here." Splinter stated. 

"What!? Why?" Raph shrieked. He heard Leo say that Master Splinter didn't want him going on the mission, but he assumed that was just something Leo said to get him to listen. 

"I did not want you getting hurt." His father admitted.

"But-"

"And neither did Leonardo. He is the leader of the team. He is under much pressure. He wants to do what he thinks is right. To him, that means preventing you from going on missions." The rat clarified.

"Hai Sensei." Raph sighed. By now, Splinter was done bandages Raph's knuckles. 

After saying goodbye, Raphael finally made his way to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. The turtle rolled over, now lying on his shell. Raph lifted his hand up and stared at his knuckles. The turtle slowly brought his hand back down to the side of his shell. His bed felt nice and fairly warm, a small nap while waiting for his brothers to get back wouldn't hurt. His eyes began to droop down, and before long, he fell into a deep, comforting sleep. 

Now asleep, Raph's mind drifted between his thoughts. It drifted to the coffee he drank this morning, it drifted to his brothers, it drifted to Super Robo Mecha Force, and eventually it drifted back to the death of Casey Jones, which at this point had a tendency to consume Raph's thoughts. 

The next thing he knew, there was a whisper. It sounded far away, but even with the distance, the voice sounded familiar. Though, the turtle couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying. It started as a mumble. Then grew slightly louder. And a bit more louder. Until eventually, it became intelligible. "Get up. Wake up." A moment or two passed. "Wake UP!" the voice commanded. And with that, Raph's eyes shot open. 

His vision was fuzzy but wherever he was, it consisted mainly of different shades of grey. Man, how long was he out? He stood up, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized where he was. Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. No no no no no no no, not here! He easily recognized where he was; the alley from the night of Casey Jones's death. He looked around frantically, trying to find out how the hell he had gotten here. 

Everything felt... fuzzy? It felt weird, not quite like a dream, but definitely not reality. The air around Raph felt thick, like molasses. But oddly enough, when he tried to move, he did so with ease. He determined he was simply in a lucid dream. What other explanation was there?

"What's the matter?" Raph heard a voice; it was the one he had heard whispering in his mind just a few moments ago. It sounded closer than last time. The turtle reached for his sai only to find they weren't there. He craned his neck to the side to look down to where his sai should have been.

"Looking for your salad tongs?" the voice taunted. Raph snapped his head back up and started frantically searching for whomever was talking to him. It was weird, there was something familiar about the voice that Raph couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Salad tongs!?" Raph echoed, a hint of anger in his voice. But there was no reply. Raph tried calling out to the voice again only to feel something he couldn't see cover his mouth. 

"Boo!" the voice whispered in his ear. Raph whipped around only to find nothing there. Whoever's voice he was hearing, they were fast. Just as that thought passed Raph's mind, a figure became visible. 

Oh no... 

The apparition was that of Casey Jones's...

Now that Raph's thoughts weren't clouded with rage like the night they first met, he took a moment to look over the boy. He menacingly stood there, his skull mask still covering his face. The specter's eyes were white, all white. No irises, no pupils, no blood vessels. His hood was down, revealing his Irish-black hair. It appeared that he didn't have his weapons, or was even wearing a holster. He was wearing three layers? Who does that? His clothes had spray paint stains here and there. Before Raph could make any further observations, the spirit spoke.

"What's the matter, surprised to see me?" Casey asked in a tone that sent shivers up Raph's spine. The man chuckled a bit before beginning to approach Raph. The turtle's voice was trapped in his own throat. He truly couldn't say anything, no matter how much he mentally yelled at himself to. 

"What? Did ya really think you'd killed me?" the ghost teased. He stopped just in front of Raph, whose nervous system felt like it was burning.

"I- You- No..." Raph muttered. Why was he back here? How was Casey back here? How was he back here? His brain was scrambled; he couldn't piece together a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"Hm?" the human(?) responded, "What was that?" 

"You... You're- You're not supposed to be here." Raph forced out.

"Don't be so sure." the apparition mocked. A cold gust of wind hit Raph's shoulder, sending a shiver through Raph's right arm. The feel of the moment greatly changed. The spirit seemed more serious. Deadly serious.

"You. You left me. To die." Casey bitterly spoke. "Why? What did I do to deserve death? And at your hand." 

Raph felt his guilt consume him. It felt like a  lump in his throat, the kind you get just before crying. The turtle craned his neck down, to stare at his feet in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He felt his remorse eat away at him. "I- I'm-" Raph stuttered. "I'm sorry..." he choked out. 

A moment passed. "No." the specter mumbled. "No, you don't get closure." sharply uttered. Raph craned his neck up to face the ghost. They locked eyes. (At least, Raph thinks they did. It was hard to tell considering Casey's eyes were white.) Casey's dead eyes stared down at Raph, who was paralyzed in place. The ghost swiftly raised his fist in preparation for a beatdown. 

"WAKE UP DUDE!" 

Raph shot awake, now sitting up. He quickly looked around, only to find that he was once again in his room. He felt tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He turned to his left to see who had woken him up from his nightmare. It was Mikey, with a severely concerned look on his face. He was sitting on the edge of Raph's bed, next to the red-masked turtle's legs.

"Dude, are you okay? I came in here to check on you and you were crying in your sleep!" Mikey explained. His hands were on Raph's shoulders, grip getting tighter by the moment. Raph lifted his hand to his face and wiped away the tears. 

"I'm fine, Mikey." Raph insisted. He pushed his younger brother's hands away. Raph waited for Mikey to leave. And waited a bit longer. He and his younger brother kept eye contact as several moments passed.

"...No." the younger turtle finally responded. Raph flinched back in shock at Mikey's reply. 

"What do you mean no?" Raph questioned, a hint of anger seeping into his voice. 

"No, you aren't fine! You've been acting weird for months! Literally!" Mikey insisted. He put his hands on his older brother's shoulders. Raph opened his mouth, about to argue with Mikey, when he cut him off.

"And before you say anything about 'oh I'm fine,' no, you aren't! The time you were staring off into the sewers, the time you 'tripped' after getting out of the shower and acted super weird, the time you screamed for no reason while on our way back from a mission. And Leo told me about the time in the dojo."

Raph was shocked that Mikey of all turtles had picked up on his troubles. Then again, Mikey was by far the most in tune with emotions in comparison to the rest of his brothers. "So what's with you dude!? Is- Is it me...?" Mikey trailed off, retracting his hands from his brother's shoulders. His brow furrowed behind his orange mask, as he squinted his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown. 

"Did I do something wrong?" the orange-masked turtle whispered sorrowfully. What? No. No. No! Raph thought to himself. This wasn't Mikey's fault, it was Raph's. Why would Mikey blame himself. Raph was snapped out of his thoughts by a small sniffling noise coming from his younger brother. His head snapped up to look at Mikey. 

He was crying. 

Without a moment of hesitation, Raph wrapped his arms around his little brother, trapping his in a warm embrace. Mikey waited a second, shocked that his older brother was hugging him. But after a second or two, he hugged him back. And so they sat there, for only a few minutes, encased in each other's arms. Eventually they pulled away, warm smiles on each of their faces. 

"So wait. If it's not me bumming you out what is it?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence. Raph sharply inhaled before letting out a deep sigh. He really didn't know if he could trust Mikey with this. Would he tell the others? Would he understand? He was the most in tune with emotions and junk, so maybe? But would he tell the others? Mikey had a habit of ratting his brothers out when any of them told him a secret. 

Clearly having sensed his brother's inner turmoil, Mikey placed his hand on Raph's left shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bro." Mikey reassured.

"...Thanks Mikey." Raph responded, waiting a moment before saying anything. Raph rarely showed his softer side. Or really any side of him that wasn't angry. But there were moments like these during which he let his heart open, for comforting his brothers and such (most often Mikey). 

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch Super Robot Mecha Force. Later dude!" The orange turtle stated, bouncing up and out the door. His sudden exit had left Raph slightly confused, but not so confused that it consumed his thoughts. The red-masked turtle lied back down in his bed. He let his eyes flutter shut as he drifted back off to sleep. 

Things would be alright. This would be alright. Yeah. Everything would be fine as long as Raph had his brothers.

First/Previous/Next/Masterpost

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #casey jones #casey jones fucking dies #2012 casey jones #2012 raph #raphael #fanfic

[storyofmychoices]

Our Little Girl

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart (post series) Word Count: >500 Rating/Warnings: general (non, all the fluff) A/N: This drabble is dedicated to the Nonny who was so sweet and asked for more Brylivia. I've had this sitting in drafts for ages, so I may as well share. [full-size version of edit in header]

Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia head to their latest ultra sound appointment to find out the gender of their little one.

Bryce and Olivia sat together in the softly lit ultrasound room, their hands entangled, their hearts beating with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. The moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

The gender reveal of their baby.

They didn't need a big party or some statement reveal announcement— although both Casey and Merida had offered to take care of everything. All they needed was this. The two of them and their little one. 

They had their reasons for why they hoped it would be a girl or a boy, but ultimately, they decided that as long as it was healthy, they didn't care. And even if it wasn't, they'd still love him or her for as long as they had with them. Yet, despite all the conversations and the late-night talks, Bryce hoped for a girl. His little girl. Beautiful and brilliant, just like her mother. 

The room filled with the familiar, gentle hum of the machine coming to life, though neither parent heard it over the pounding of their hearts. The technician moved the ultrasound wand slowly over Olivia's swollen stomach. The monitor flickered to life, revealing the miracle within her. 

Bryce's breath caught in his throat as he watched the screen. His eyes scanned the image, searching for the answer, but the technician beat him to it. 

"There she is," the technician said after a moment of adjusting the wand to get a better picture. "Congratulations—" Her voice soft with excitement, pointing to the tiny, pulsating image. 

She.

Olivia let out a soft gasp at the word. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath until hearing the one word she'd been waiting for. 

"—It's a girl."

As the words "It's a girl" filled the room, a wave of emotions rushed over Bryce. He had been waiting so long for those words. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart swelled with joy. He couldn't hold back the happy sob that escaped his lips. His knees felt weak, his free hand clutching the bed for support. 

There she was. 

Their daughter. 

She was perfect already, but what struck him most was her calm and peaceful presence. He didn't know what he expected, but she seemed lulled by the sound of her parents around her, not knowing how much she was already adored. 

"A girl," he marveled, his shimmering gaze mesmerized by his daughter on the monitor. 

Olivia's grip on Bryce's hand tightened, and her fingers trembled in awe. "Our little girl," she whispered, her voice overwhelmed with joy.

The happy parents watched, spellbound, as the monitor revealed their daughter's profile. Her delicate features, her tiny fingers, and her perfect lips were a breathtaking sight. She was perfect, and she was theirs. 

Bryce leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Olivia's forehead, his love for her and their unborn child swelling within him. "Our little girl," he repeated softly, his voice wavering with emotion as he kissed her forehead again. 

Tears streamed down Olivia's cheeks as all the possibilities flashed before them. They were still months away from meeting her, and yet she couldn't imagine another day without her. 

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this small moment into their lives. 💛💛💛

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #bryce oph #open heart #open heart 2 #playchoices #choices #choices game #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #brylivia #lovealexhunt #open heart 3 #oph bryce #fan fiction #open heart fan fic #september2023

[milkytheholy1]

Everything Ends: Part 3

Part 1. Part 2. Ultimate masterlist.

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One portal jump later...

When the turtles arrived home there was tension in the air, you tried to talk to Leo but he just shrugged his shoulders and said he was fine, "As cool as ice" was how he phrased it. But something was gnawing at you that said otherwise, his brothers were giving him glares from across the room and Raph's casam was at an all-time low.

Mikey assisted April in tying the teen to a chair, now you could get a proper good look at him. With all the armour you could only suppose he was into cosplay or one of those battle reenactments you see in the park. Leo and Raph stood the closest, watching him with their faces only inches from his.

"-And that's when I found him with this picture, so I brought him right here." April spoke, holding the criminating photo in her hands. Splinter took it from her, you, Donnie and Mikey were peering over his shoulder to get a better glimpse. It was a group photo, everyone was in frame while you and April were smushed into the middle. 

"H-how did he get that?" you stuttered out, suddenly feeling uneased, was this guy a stalker or something?

"Ugh" the kid mumbled, shaking his head slowly. Though once he looked up a beam came to his face, "Sensei!" he shrieked. Leo flinched back, waving his arms around and landing on one leg, you held back your laughter and would remember to mock him later.

Once the teen tore his gaze from Leo, he set his sights on the rest of you, "It's you! It's all of you, together!" wa-was he crying right now? The boy shook and rattled in the chair, "I never thought I'd see you again! I-I'm so happy I could hug you!" he cheered out. However, he was a little too excited and the chair toppled over with him on it; once again landing him in a face full of concrete. 

Raph grabbed the back of the chair and shoved it until the teen's back was against the wall, "Who are you? And how'd you get this picture?" Raph's teeth were bared, his left eye occasionally twitching out of anger, something that rarely happened. The teen gulped, eyes steadily following the snapping turtle before scanning the rest of the room. His eyes landed on Leo but slowly shifted to land on you, another tear fell. 

"I-I'm a friend, let me explain." he hurried out, "My name is Casey Jones, and the reason I have that picture is because I'm from...the future!" he hushed out, his tone wavering for dramatic effect. The room was silent for a brief moment before you all burst out laughing, even Splinter couldn't contain the outburst. 

You wiped a tear from your eye, "Yeah right, and Jupiter Jim 16 is the best movie in the franchise." you joked. Casey frowned, brows scrunched together, "This isn't a joke-"

"Please, if time travel was real then future Donnie would have told me the lottery numbers by now, like we planned~" The tech genius tapped his forehead, his knowing plan stored away for safekeeping. Casey turned to face Leo, he was pleading at this point, "It's true! You need to believe me, all of humanity depends on it."

"Keep talkin'." Raph grumbled out, suddenly interested. Casey looked down towards his feet, steadying himself, "In the future, our planet was decimated by an alien race. We were hunted, we lived in caves, and we ate leaves and rats. I know this sounds insane, but Master Leonardo gave me a mission."

"Master?" you whispered, of course, Leo took this straight to his ego. He sent a wink your way, his nonexistent brows jumping up and down, "I do like how he calls me 'master'."

"Of course I do," Casey spoke with wonder, "You were the greatest ninja warrior the world had ever seen! You told me to find the key and stop the Kraang."

"Pfft, aliens?" April mocked, hands braced on her hips. You noticed Splinter hadn't said anything in a while, taking a look at him he appeared stunned, "Splints? You ok?"

"T-the Kraang?" he bellowed out, "I have heard of that name. Powerful, barbaric creatures worshipped by the Foot Clan. Legend says they came from the stars. Ruthless, merciful and with one desire...to enslave our world like many others before us. All seemed lost until four mystic warriors forged a mighty weapon, a key that was used to lock them in a prison dimension beyond this world."

You couldn't believe this, I mean after goat men and haunted armour it was definitely in the realm of possibility...but aliens? You bit your lip, mind racing with worrying thoughts, "What happened to the key?"

Splinter stroked his beard, "Over the centuries, the key remained hidden to protect mankind and prevent the return of the Kraang."

"Sooo, future boy is really from the future?" April huffed out. 

"Someone finds the key! Today! They steal it and use it to open the doorway and free the Kraang. That's why I came back, to find it first." He nudged his head towards the family photo in Raph's clenched fist, "Master Leonardo drew the key on the back of that photo. So to stop the Kraang, all we have to do is find that key before it's stolen."

The three turtle brothers stared at Leo, unamused. Leo began sweating, his body going rigid, "What's going on?" you questioned, arms folded across your stomach. Leo pointed his fingers together, looking anywhere but at his family, "Ah ha, yeah so did future, handsome, amazing me tell you what to do if that already happened?" he cringed out.

"WHAT!" You, April, Casey and Splinter shouted out, "You had the key with you and you lost it?" you groaned, tugging on your hair. Leo swivelled to face you, his face was full of guilt, "We're boned!" you stared at the ceiling in defeat.

"No, we're not." Raph said after a moment of silence passed, "Cause we know who has it, the Foot Clan. Okay, we gotta find them before they can use it, and this time, we do it together!" he glared at Leo. They all walked off to grab their gear, you followed Leo to his room, not even a joke fell from his lips. This must have been bad.

"Hey, you good?" you asked, you were leaning against the room's entrance, the bright neon lights illuminating your form. Leo huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands covering his eyes, "I screwed up! We had the key and I messed up and now the world's gonna end. All because of me."

You sat by him, you couldn't really disagree, he was right...in a way. You shoved his side lightly with your own, a small smile gracing your lips, "Hey, the world's not over yet. Besides, you promised me last week a pizza date. And I can promise you right now, I will not be giving up on free pizza."

Leo chuckled, it was small but still noticeable, "Yeah, yeah." He looked up at you, his eyes shining with all the reflections of light, "W-what if this is the end?"

"If it is? Well, we go out the way we always do. We keep fighting for what's right and think about the consequences later."

"That doesn't fill me with much hope, y'know." he teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest, "Wasn't trying to, Blue. But hey, sometimes hope is the only thing we have."

"Hmmm," he hummed out, rubbing his snout into your hair, he did it a lot when he was stressed. But soon his name was called and the moment between you both was gone. Pulling away, you pressed a small kiss to Leo's cheek, "Go knock 'em dead, tiger." Leo nodded and quickly left with the others. 

#rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #fandom #fan #fanfic #oneshot #fanfiction #reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo tmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #everything ends

[summersnow82]

Heavy Burden

Summary: Fictober prompt. One shot. Splinter is dying, and Donnie can't figure out how to stop it. Sometimes being a genius is a heavy burden.

Notes: Been thinking about this one for a bit. Grief looks different for everyone. No character deaths today.

Fanfiction_TMNT 2003

Fictober 2023_Prompt 5: “You’re the smartest person I know.”

...

The lair was quiet that night. The soft glow from Donatello’s desk lamp and the gentle whirring of his machines was the only sound. April and Casey had long gone home, and Raph had stormed off topside in a shower of cruel words. Mikey had given in to his exhaustion, and Leo was sitting vigil by Master Splinter’s side.

The whirring stopped, and Donnie turned from one computer screen to another, reading the new test results from his last analysis. His last ounce of hope and energy expelled as he let out the breath he’d been holding. No change. No improvement. Nothing. He swore under his breath, burying his face in his hands.

“Bad news?” Mikey’s voice was soft and gentle. Like Donnie was fragile, and the wrong tone or choice of words would shatter him. His brother’s caution made the lump in his throat grow. He could deal with Raph’s anger, but Mikey’s overwhelming optimism and kindness? Donnie didn’t deserve it.

“It’s not working. Nothing is working,” he choked out, rubbing a hand over his face. He would not cry. His father was dying, and tears wouldn’t help him. He had to be strong. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“You’ll figure it out,” Mikey said in the same gentle tone. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

Nothing about the sentence should’ve enraged Donatello, and yet suddenly he was livid. He slammed his hands down on his desk, the impact so great several items toppled over the edge and clattered to the ground. “That’s the problem, isn’t it, Mikey?” He yelled, instantly hating himself for taking his anger and frustration out on his brother. Still, he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m the smartest person here – in our whole social network – and I can’t solve this. I can’t do it. I’m not smart enough to save our dad, so I’ll be the reason he dies.”

Mikey looked the way Donnie felt: defeated, terrified, heartbroken. “Donnie,” he began, his voice wavering the way it always did before he cried.

“What’s going on out here?” Leo’s voice was low and concerned, but still firm. It was hard for Splinter to rest, and when he finally did slip into a rough semblance of sleep Leo was quick to chastise.

“You girls still fussing?” Raph’s grumbling was like a cold shower, dousing Donatello in the stark reality of what was coming. He would fail to heal their father, and Splinter would die. They would all blame him, of course, but Raph would be the most vocal about it. One by one, they’d leave, unable to look at the one who should’ve could’ve would’ve been able to save their dad if only…

...if only he was smarter.

...if only he was faster.

...if only he was better.

...if only if only if only.

The knot in his throat won; it pushed it’s way out of Donnie’s throat in a strangled sob, and he crumpled to the floor, wailing. Somewhere past the pain and the screams and the tears he felt his brothers surrounding him. He could hear the concerned tones in all their voices, even if he didn’t hear the words. Strong arms enfolded him in a bear hug, and of course it was Mikey holding him.

“I can’t do it. I can’t do it, I can’t do it. Ican’tdoitIcan’tdoitIcan’tdoit.” It was all Donatello could get out, shaking his head, fighting the embrace he didn’t deserve. Another set of arms wrapped around him, then another. They were all holding him, and eventually he stopped trying to fight his way out.

His brothers held onto him while he cried. Sometimes it sounded like one of them was crying, too, but Donnie couldn’t be sure. All he knew was they weren’t letting him go. It felt like forever, but finally he had no more tears to cry, no more screaming in him, nothing but exhaustion and sorrow. His brothers eased their grip, but never fully relinquished him.

“I can’t do it, guys. I’m so sorry,” he finally said, not daring to look up. “Nothing is working. And I can’t…I don’t think I can save him.”

In all their years together Donatello had never said he couldn’t fix something. Everything was a challenge, a puzzle for him to solve; some puzzles took longer to solve than others, but eventually he figured them all out.

But not this one.

“Then…,” Leo began, stopped. Took a deep breath, and tried again. “Then we say goodbye.” His breath shuddered as he said it, and Donnie knew he was trying not to cry.

“We knew it would happen eventually,” Mikey said, his voice somehow even softer than before. “Just didn’t think…,” he trailed off, swallowing hard.

“You’re a lot of things, Don, but a miracle worker ain’t one of ‘em. Besides,” Raph said. “It ain’t really fair you gotta carry all this.”

Donnie took a deep breath, surprised by Raphael’s words. “You’ll leave me,” he whispered. “You’ll blame me, and you’ll leave.”

“What?” Leo pulled back, clearly taken aback by Donnie’s confession.

“I should be able to fix-,” he began when Raph cut him off.

“You think that’s why we’re upset? Why we’re angry?” He asked, moving so he could look Donnie in the eye. He shook his head, unshed tears making his eyes shine. “That ain’t why.”

Donnie’s brow furrowed. “But I thought…”

“That’s your problem. Always overthinking.” Raph gave him a stern look. “You ever think we’re mad we can’t do more? But we ain’t as smart as you, Donnie boy. We can’t help you on things like this. No bad guy to punch, no one to fight. Just a whole lotta question marks we ain’t got answers to.” He gave his older brother a small smile. “We’re just sitting on our thumbs. You’re making things happen.”

The room was quiet as the brothers all pulled back, looking at one another. Raphael rarely waxed eloquent, but when he did his words carried great weight. “I don’t know how you could ever forgive me, though,” Donnie finally said, lowering his eyes back to the ground.

“Forgive what, Don?” Mikey asked. “You’re not the one who did this to Splinter. It’s age or the mutation or something we couldn’t prepare for. You’re not responsible for keeping us alive, Don. No one lives forever.”

“And we aren’t going anywhere,” Leo assured him, placing a strong hand on his shoulder. “We’re family. No matter what.”

Donatello opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it. Instead, he sat back looking at each of his brothers. They were serious. They were being honest and sincere. They didn’t hate him for failing – they hated they couldn’t do more. They didn’t resent him – they resented they had to go through this part of life, even though they knew it would one day come. They weren’t angry with him – they were angry with the circumstance. They would lose their father one day, maybe one day sooner than they cared to admit, but they didn’t have to lose each other. He opened his mouth again, touched by his brother’s love and honesty.

The new beep from his computer stopped him before he could say the words. He whirled on his knees, staring at the screen, rubbing his eyes, and staring some more.

“Don? Donnie, what is it?” Leo asked tentatively.

Donnie turned back, beaming at his brothers for the first time in weeks. “Hope. It’s hope.”

#fictober23 #fictober #tmnt 2003 #tmnt #fan fiction #fanfic #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donatello #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael #master splinter #no character death today #ao3 fanfic

[annonniiiiieeeee]

So I have been thinking about how the Hamato nimpo manifest differently for each of the boys

Raph - constructs of himself (varies in size) / duplicate of himself (fight with shedder)

Leo - portals (struggles w/ them throughout the show but by the end is a master) I don’t know how to describe it but his powers also get a boost in the fight with the shredder as he now has two weapons to work with. He can now throw one and meet it anywhere in the battle field and switch places with anyone else holding his sword

Donnie - we don’t see Donnie use any powers until the fight with Shredder. Much like Raph he to can make constructs. The difference is that his constructs are that of his weapons and tech not him.

Mikey - the best way I can describe Mikey’s power is infinite chains. With both weapons his chain extends so that he can grab on to any material. This paired with his natural agility and strength allows him launch himself off of things and throw much larger objects then he could on his own. Much like Leo his power up in the fight with shredder is now he has double.

And we defiantly see that his powers are expanding in the movie.

Now what about the other members of the Hamato clan? How would their nimpos manifest? I’ve been thinking about powers and different abilities. And I kinda hit a wall.

And what do you do when you hit a wall. Go to the DND manual of course. I’ve been looking at spells in the dnd manual and think about how they could be used, combatively, defensively, and just in everyday life.

I’ve got a couple options right now but one of my favorite is Blur. It allows the user to appear blurred, they shift and waver to all the on lookers making it near impossible to land a hit. I thought this could be fun along with adding a speed boost.

Can you guess who’s getting this power?

April, Cassandra, Casey, Splinter, or Draxum

#a world of samurais and ninjas #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise cassandra #rise splinter #rise april #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise raph #rise leo #rise casey #baron draxum

[actuallyacerrr]

Thinking about 2012!Bea

Thinking about how she gets mutated around the same time as Karai, yet end up differently.

Thinking about how one simple thing makes them lose their entire life.

Thinking about how they begin to lock themself in their room and give up on the dancing world.

Thinking about how her parents don’t know she mutated just that she is so gone and her voice is wavering from mourning to complete and utter despair.

Thinking about how one day they’ve had enough and confront her, how that breaks her further.

Thinking how they spend the entire day together binge watching movies and talking, helping their daughter through this.

Thinking about how she acts like it helped but deep down she’s still mourning her life.

Thinking about how she’s gotten so good she just doesn’t even know what she truely feels

Thinking about how when april finds out she does her best to comfort her and says she knows someone who could help her.

Thinking how beautiful reluctantly agrees and is unreadable when it’s revealed who it is.

Thinking about how for the first time Bea loses it on April and the turtles, splinter, and casey just watch.

Thinking about how she just breaks to the furthest point she’s ever been and then splinter comes to comfort her pulling her away to meditate.

Thinking about how they both share that pain, how that splinter is the only one who truely knows just how she feels, how he is the only one to help and make a difference, how she just falls into peace for the first time in weeks.

Thinking about how splinter helps her become at peace

thinking about how leo helps her become confident

thinking about how raph helps her finds ways to channel that anger and sadness and despair at everything

thinking about how donnie helps her with understanding how to live and move and work her new body

thinking about how mikey becomes her biggest support and (second best) comforter

thinking about how april makes her feel just as she was before

thinking about how casey becomes the person who makes her laugh though it all and makes her feel normal

Thinking about how when she started working and learning from the turtles, how she’ll finds she can still dance even though it’s not the way she hoped, how she finds a second home.

Thinking about how donnie promises a retro mutagen just for her, how when it came time she declines because she’s found something and someone who mean to much.

Thinking about how she comes to accept her new life, her new self, her new everything.

#acerrr writings #oc: beatrice tmnt #maybe self projecting #maybe not #bea needs a hug #kind tempary #lore #tidbits #wise #ye

[serenasoutherlyns]

simplicity and other myths -- chapter six

“Nothing about this is simple, Casey.” Tracey took a bite of salad.

cabenovak. explicit. ao3. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five.

Casey woke up in an unfamiliar bed. It took a minute to figure out where she was, to remember the night before. She had dreamt of Olivia, and Alex, she was not well rested. Alex was fast asleep beside her. She looked peaceful like this, her features softened by sleep, not distressed the way Casey had often seen. She suddenly saw possibility in the woman beside her. She thought of the night before and Alex’s tearful eyes, of Alex at coffee with her slender fingers wrapped around her cup. Casey would like to know her better. She did not resent her relationship with Olivia. Olivia was just her friend, after all. Alex stirred and sniffled and fluttered open her eyes.

“Hey,” said Casey. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Alex whispered. “Sleep okay?”

“I did,” said Casey, lying.

“You wore me out,” said Alex.

“What can I say,” said Casey.

“Coffee?” Asked Alex. “I need it within ten minutes of waking up or I get nothing done all day.”

“Sure,” said Casey. Alex dragged herself out of bed and threw on some shorts and a tank top. She threw Casey a robe and headed for the kitchen.

“What do you think of me?” Asked Casey when she joined her. Alex froze for a second, processing.

“I like you, Casey,” said Alex, wavering only slightly. She left it at that.

“Likewise,” Casey replied.

“Great, glad we got that settled.” Alex pierced the coffee pod and pressed the start button.

“What did Olivia say to you?” Casey asked after a pause. She had to know what she was up against.

“She didn’t,” said Alex. She handed Casey the first cup and popped another pod in. “She froze up when I asked her what she wanted.”

“Ah,” said Casey. That was the kind of question she knew she should ask Olivia.

“So she must not want me,” said Alex. “Whatever. I’ve been rejected before.” Her words were hollow and Casey detected a bit of resentment.

“Well if she didn’t say she didn’t, I’m not sure you can assume that.”

“I asked her to choose me,” said Alex.

“I see,” said Casey. “Is that why I’m here? Are you taking me away from her?”

“No,” said Alex, “you’re commiserating.”

Casey put her coffee cup down. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” She smiled, and placed her hand on Alex’s waist. She jumped slightly at her cold fingers.

“Or something,” said Alex, taking Casey’s other hand. She took a last sip of her coffee.

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Olivia stretched her arms above her head, which hurt. A dull ache filled her skull, and no amount of ibuprofen was doing the trick. She tried a hot bath to no avail. Casey could help, Olivia knew. She gave a great massage. But would it be worth it to call her?

The morning after the last night they had seen each other, Olivia felt a surge of panic in her chest. Simply sleeping beside Casey without sleeping with her felt too good, too right. Casey thought of her as a friend. And there was Alex, who she went to in the evening. Before anything could happen:

“When are you going to stop punishing me for the past?”

“What do we have in the present?”

“What do want? Do you even like me?”

“I’m drawn to you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“You’re different, Alex.”

“Of course I’m different. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You have no idea either.”

“Choose me.”

Alex had put it that bluntly. It was almost begging. Olivia saw the woman she loved all those years ago in it. The woman who left her. The woman who loved her. She didn’t respond, and when Alex gave up waiting and left, Olivia realized she couldn’t. Because she knew who she would choose. And she could really use a massage.

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“Hey Liv,” Casey said quietly when she answered the door. Olivia looked like hell. She’d sounded pathetic on the phone, and Casey had rushed over, leaving Alex confused. “It’s bad, hm.” Olivia nodded. “Go get in bed, I’ll be right there.” Casey took off her boots and coat, then went to the bathroom and grabbed the mint lotion she knew Olivia loved.

She kissed Olivia on the forehead and told her to turn over. She started with her lower back, the moved her way upwards. Olivia’s occasional hisses of pain and sighs of relief filled the room. Casey felt her relax more and more by the second. She saw Olivia’s eyes start to droop, then close, and when she felt her breathing slow down and even out, she knew she was asleep. Casey didn’t get a good sleep anyway, so she laid down and closed her eyes too. When she woke up, it was almost five o’clock. The room was lit in pinks and oranges. They should eat something, and Casey slipped out of bed to survey the fridge. Finding nothing, she called for Indian food. When it arrived, she gently stroked Olivia’s arm until she opened her eyes.

“There’s chicken tikka masala.”

“Mmm,” said Olivia.

“Feel better?” Casey asked.

“Yes, thank you so much.”

“My privilege,” said Casey, and kissed her. Olivia felt her heart jump.

---

“So, what, you’re saying you’re sleeping with Casey now?” Said Serena, accusatorially.

“I have slept with her twice,” said Alex.

“And Olivia?”

“As much as said she hates my guts.”

“Come on, I doubt that.”

“It felt like it,” said Alex. “I can’t chase after her anymore,” she said.

“So you went for the next best thing?”

“Well, don’t you think she’s attractive?”

“Sure, but,”

“I don’t need you on my case, Ser.”

---

“Woof,” said Tracey Kibre, in response to Casey’s dilemma.

“I know,” said Casey.

“Weren’t Alex and Olivia a thing?”

“Yes,” said Casey, “a few times.”

“Well do you love either of them?”

“I,” said Casey, who didn’t expect that question, “I love Olivia. But it doesn’t matter. And I’m fond of Alex.”

“What are you talking about, it’s the only thing that matters.”

“We’re just friends,” said Casey, “we’ve been clear on that since the beginning. Alex isn’t my friend at all. It’s… simpler.”

“Nothing about this is simple, Casey.” Tracey took a bite of salad.

“Olivia and I have an arrangement. I can’t mess that up.”

Things change,” said Tracey. “People, too.”

#svu #svu fanfic #cabenovak #benovak #cabenson #calex #sficx #olivia benson #casey novak

[theunholyrogue]

if time could stop (REWRITTEN!)(bay!mikey ending)

tw: none?

intro.itcs

“Let’s do this.”

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Michelangelo exclaimed, a mild feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched Donatello pointing out the different mechanics and going over the specks of the portal.

Despite having a positive attitude to the situation, something bugged the youngest at the back of his mind, a feeling of overwhelming guilt that he had managed to keep at the depth of his thoughts. Michelangelo wasn't entirely sure why he was feeling this way—especially since he had never had much of an experience with any other feeling except , but he had started feeling it after you had passed away.

“Casey, you’re responsible for keeping track of our vitals. Our suits have built in sensors that will send our statuses directly to your monitor. April, you’ll be keeping an eye on the portal and making sure that it doesn’t decide to close on us and trap us.”

“Okay, but why don’t you guys just go back to the beginning and take the Shredder down before he’s even born?” Casey asked, tapping the side of the desk with his finger.

“We can’t do that, that’ll cause a big ole butterfly effect,” Raphael stated in a ‘you should know this’ tone.

“Correct. We’re already putting a lot on the line— but at least we know what has happened five years ago, we don’t know what will happen if we completely change our entire timeline.” Donatello added onto his brother’s statement.

“Okay… I guess that makes sense,” Casey replied with a slow nod.

“The portal is ready for when you guys are, just have to activate it,” April stated, her gaze moving throughout the individual turtles, who replied with silent nods.

Donatello nodded, moving to give his brothers a suit to keep their bodies protected as they moved through the portal.

As the team got ready to go through, the portal opened up without any assistance from Casey and April, who sat at the station watching the machine.

The turtles all turned to look at the entrance, watching in anticipation and changing their stance to that of a defense one. What felt like an eternity went by before the portal wavered in a manner that somebody was coming through. They were worried—assuming the worst was coming through…

Until a body stepped through the portal and all eyes widened. Michelangelo’s jaw dropped as he immediately recognized the person standing in front of them aside from the older appearance of them.

You mumbled softly before your gaze met the turtles, who stood there, baffled at what they were seeing.

“I’m dreaming, I’ve gotta be dreaming.”

Michelangelo murmured as your eyes widened, staring at the youngest for a few seconds in silence.

“Oh my god, the portal finally worked,” You exclaimed as you walked closer.

“What do you mean by that?” Raphael asked.

“I’ve been attempting to fix Donnie’s portal and get to some other point in time to warn you guys… but,” you trailed off, taking in their appearances. “You don’t look 15.”

“That’s because we’re 20. What are you warning us about?” Leonardo asked.

“Shredder’s invasion… but that’s already happened I guess.” You replied.

Michelangelo had been staring at you, taking a moment before running up to you and wrapping his arms around you. It was the first time that he hadn’t felt that dreadful, lingering feeling since you had been gone.

You, having lost the turtle in your timeline rather than dying, wrapped your arms around him and tightened your grip, draping your head against him as you whispered, “I missed you, too, Mikey.”

Michelangelo tightened his grip around your body and smiled. “No way, I missed you more, hot stuff.”

“Not possible, but nice try,” You retorted, a smile crossing your features as you took in the sweet sound of the turtle’s voice.

“Could you two get a room?” Raphael asked, shifting his eyes away as Donatello chuckled.

“Hey! Leave me and my babes alone!” Michelangelo exclaimed, looking around the room without releasing his grip on you.

Due to the circumstances, you were able to stay in the timeline without doing too much harm and aid in getting the Shredder taken down by going back into the past with the turtles. In that— you saved yourself and took the Shredder down as a team, the five of you slowly fading away as the past had changed— and you five no longer existed.

Now, Michelangelo and you continued past the flirting that each of you had done before, moving on to a more serious relationship with each other while keeping on with the fun and carefree vibes.

Quietly, as both of you laid on Michelangelo’s bed, you snuggled up to his side with he played a game and you scrolled through your phone, Mikey didn’t hesitate to pause his game and throw your phone to the side— attacking you with kisses. You laughed, a wave of butterflies fluttering around in your belly as the turtle calmed down and hovered above you.

“I love you!” You stated, smiling thoughtlessly as you said the statement for the first time since you two started dating. With a wide grin, Michelangelo didn’t hesitate to respond.

“I love you, sunshine.”

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt mikey 2014 #tmnt mikey 2016 #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt fluff #tmnt angst #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo