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thehordereigns-blog · 9 months

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"Game start- Won’t you do the same for us?"

Casey x The Horde (Dennis, Patricia, Hedwig)- Alternative scene of Glass

(since I saw Glass again, I want to honor the very moving duo, the very beautiful dynamic between Casey and the Horde in the film. I am sorry for my English, which is still academic but poorly developed.)

The scene takes place during the events of Glass, in a completely parallel reality here, since we will say that Casey lives alone, in a small apartment that her guardians (now adoptive) have rented to her during her studies, close to their home. She receives an unexpected visit.

Casey is working on the table in her tiny living room, sunny with bay windows. She is concentrated, headset on her ears, her hair caressing her face (beautiful, normal it's Anya Taylor-Joy :) ). Suddenly the doorbell rang. Casey almost jumps, thinks she hears someone. A loud, precise knock on the door. She takes off her headset and walks slowly towards the door, and slows down when she hears a couple of little knocks, as if made jokingly by a child. She hears a chuckle, then an adult reprimand. She looks in the Judas, it's him . It's the Horde whispering low. In her startle, her heartbeat quickened: a thousand questions crossed her mind. She opened the door slowly, revealing Dennis' tight face, eager to greet her first.

-Dennis?

-It takes a long time to explain...

-Are you alone?

-Yeah, if I may say so.

She looks on both sides of the landing, afraid that someone will hear the whispers of the man so sought to put him back in jail again and now forever. She approached him and gestured for him to come inside; he entered abruptly and closed the door.

-Damn Dennis...

She hugged him with a distance, afraid of being separated, but in a kind of deep friendship in their mutual suffering and wounds. Dennis held her in his arms and looked away.

-Me too Casey, enough. Yeah.

He sighed. "It's very clean in here." She looks him in the eye, his beautiful blue eyes puffy with anxiety.

-you haven't changed you know.

He smiles. He plays the game.

-Someone else wants to say hello, you know.

Casey's face remains stunned seeing Kevin's face light up. She understood from the frantic movements of his arms that she was seeing an old friend, an old playmate.

-Casey!! My girl !! Ya home sooo cool , you're an adult now!! you see, we wear the same color like real lovers! Pointing out her pink sweater that matched his sweater. Do you have your own room ?? Is the TV yours??

He was running towards the sofa, lifting all the cushions, like a small tornado. He disturbs all the classes placed, and notices the headset and grabs it.

- Wow class!! What were you listening to?? Nicki?? If you're on her side, we can't be together, but I accept it..

She smiled as she tried to approach him.

-Hedwig, I need to talk to...

- Did you cook? It smells so good! In the hospital it was old porridge, yucky..worse than the time Jade tried to make meat, it was horrible..it looked like jam.

She picked up the headset, her lessons, and the sofa cushions. She heard a silence and turned around.

-Like I was telling you, Casey, there's been a problem at the hospital. Mr Glass got us out, and reading the reports, gave us the address where we could found you without any trouble. He was not mistaken.

-It’s completely insane!! But you ran away?? But what's your problem, you all want to be killed?

-you don’t unders-

- WHAT THE FU-

- Gently girl!

Her air of a schoolteacher, clapping the students fingers, she recognizes the priestess.

-Be polite, you knew where you were going from the start after visiting us. Staple couldn't believe it, you have to see the face of this ill-fated little bitch.

- Patricia, you let Kevin out of the hospital, it’s completely unconscious.. think of Kevin!

- We have the situation under control, my dear.

- Oh you do ?

For the love of Kevin, she was ready to defy the world if necessary.

- For now, we'll have to hide, my dear, because we're on the run. We'll find a solution by then, and the Beast will thank you.

- I don't need to be thanked! You are all going to be killed with your nonsense!

Patricia, as usual, looked determined by whatever the Beast dictated to her. She knew how to lead and wanted to remain master of everything and of herself. As a priestess, she must not show a sign of weakness, nor a wavering of her faith. Hedwig, he, as a player, laughed at this completely crazy situation.

- Eh LOL !! Before it was us who hide you and now won’t you do the same for us? How dare you, you’re so mean ha ha ha !!

She smiled and giggled at this incredible situation. Anyway, her life and Kevin’s life were tied forever together now. What was she going to do? Leave Kevin to all those who lost him by wanting to protect him, brood him? Leave the child, leave the Horde, let the Beast lead to the inevitable fall of the group? “Fuck, shit…” whispered Casey. (Patricia creaked inside) She sighed, looked behind her, took a deep breath.

Dennis and Casey looked at each other. Dennis, who crossed his arms, hoped in her eyes. He had become tender and sincere on several occasions. He had already shown his respect for this girl, this very special girl..

Both were surprised by the ringing of the pasta timer. She dodged Dennis who stood at the kitchen door. She dripped the pasta, with her empty gaze, lost in reflexions. Dennis was desperate for an answer in her panicked air. Until she grabbed two plates, and exclaimed:

- how many plates do I serve you? One or twenty-three ?

And in Kevin’s smile, she saw that of Patricia, that of Dennis, that of Hedwig and all those who approved of the joke.

TO BE CONTINUED :)

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for those who held on and read to the end, thank you very, very much. I really really appreciate talking about these two, without explicitly talking about Love, but a bond of deep respect and mutual recognition bonding them. Let me know your opinion on this hehe 😃

#kevin wendell crumb #casey x kevin #glass #glass movie #the beast #casey x the horde #casey x dennis #im so happy !!#l'auteur a fait prépa :D #merci Holmes #split movie #casey x hedwig #glass 2019 #fanfiction split #fanfiction glass #casey x kevin wendell crumb #casey cooke

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kimberlyannharts · 1 year

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LAST TIME ON MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS AND THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES II: Casey decides to take a leaf out of Tommy’s book and betray everyone to work for Rita, because apparently everyone thinks they can be Tommy nowadays. The MMPRs and their new besties, the TMNT, are combining their mouthful-named, rainbow-colored teen powers into one to get to the bottom of this. It’s MMPR/TMNT II #2!

- HEYYYYY SCORPINA it’s been ages!! This was obvious but I guess this confirms the MMPR/TMNT crossover books are in their own “canon” since at this point, Scorpina should be in Drakkon’s dimension

- Boom is truly like if we can’t give Rita a new outfit every story arc we’ll die

- since last time I was distracted by Dan Mora Tommy’s beautiful hair I’m gonna take the moment to nitpick that. This is not how Green With Evil went. Unless we’re retconning the Sword of Darkness into Tommy’s childhood sword

- but speaking of beautiful hair FLUFFY KIM!!!!!!!!! It was NOT that long back in the first issue but [Kim voice] you know the helmet really does mess with her hair

- wow nice color scheme these Dimension X morphers have. Surely that’s not going to play into anything later

- everyone’s reading the Krang dialogue in this ‘87 cartoon voice, right. If you’re not, you really really should.

- POWERBUNGA is extremely good

- Leo’s line in the final panel is genuinely very very good. One thing I do like about this issue is we’re finally getting some interactions between the Rangers and Turtles that share their covers, rather than the assigned Turtle friend from last book. There’s fun character dynamic potential to be had from switching things around

- Except for Kim who still just hangs out with April but at this point I need to savor morphed April whenever I can

- no comment.

- FREAK!!!! FREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAK!!!!!!!!!!!!

- I know I just posted about this but. Casey. You know Tommy didn’t beat up his friends, free hordes of dangerous villains, or call people slurs when he went undercover with the villains, right. Maybe you just kinda suck

- Dan gave Alpha eyes in this sequence? My impact, obviously (it was not my impact.)

- SHREDDER BUSTING THROUGH

#mmpr comic #mmpr comic spoilers #spoilers #comic recap #long post #mmpr/tmnt II

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elizabethcrumb · 1 year

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🍄3 Barry Fics

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45333544/chapters/115088272

Title & Summary: 6: Art Exhibit, *Barry X OC. No sex in this one but it's cute anyways* (Barry meets someone at an art Exhibit)

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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45333544/chapters/115269229

Title & Summary: 7: Barry's Hot Buns, *Barry X Casey Cooke. Originally this came from my story ‘Beauty and the horde’, I just had to edit this chapter and make it a funny one shot that ends differently. Enjoy!*

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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45333544/chapters/115476826

Title & Summary: 8: Fitting Room, Request *Claire Benoit x Barry* -Casey and Dennis make an appearance- ( AU - A little fun in the fitting room but at what cost? :O )

#split 2016 #barry x oc #barry x Casey cooke #barry x claire #split fandom #split fanfiction #adult fanfiction #FLUFF FANFIC #FLUFF AND SMUT #oc fanfiction #sexy writing #writers on wattpad #elizabethcrumb on wattpad #Lizrenknight on A03 #james mcavoy #james mcavoy fandom

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kariachi · 7 months

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That fucking half-oc Chosen Child group I've got? Here's a scene from their adventures.

Time for another evo.

They were still coming. Lungs burned from exertion, muscles screamed, she was fairly certain she’d cracked at least two bones already, and they were still coming.

“Fall back, Monie!” Normally she would listen when Casey took that tone, no-nonsense and harsh, but he looked as bad as she felt. Blood trickling away as data, battered and torn, still pushing back against the small rookie and champion levels that were managing to get passed their partners. Even with Gokuwmon’s help, there was only so much Cyberdramon and Gryzmon could do to stem the tide, where there were digimon as strong if not stronger than them among the charge. And back down the tunnel-

“Not without you!”

Marian, Ezekiel, Seahomon. He wasn’t a fighter, he was a hacker, and there was only so much the other two could do to defend the civilians with them against the horde. She would never be able to live with herself if she ran and innocent people got hurt. She’d fall before she let that happen.

The crest around her neck gave off a rich red glow. Out in the open, Gryzmon shone with what she knew for others was a blinding light, but for her was as warm and welcoming as a gentle fire. He grew, quickly dwarfing the other two, flaring out great wings and whipping many tails. When the light faded he stood a wall of black and red fur, gleaming metal, and loosed a roar the shook the enemy to their knees.

“Gryzmon digivolve to… Death-X-Doruguremon!”

His central tail, like a flail, smashed through the crowd forcing their way inside, sending those it didn’t immediately burst into data flying. Breaking into a sharp, gap-toothed grin, she threw herself against another Pucchiemon as the ultimates called congratulations between themselves, dodging the massive metal balls Death-X-Doruguremon fired at the enemy forces.

“And I'm definitely not leaving now!”

#fanfic #that feel when the 8-yo refuses to not be involved in the fight and it causes her digimon to become the biggest thing on the battle field #how monette went grey before casey and marian nobody knows #genetics that's how

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24personinonebody · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Split (2016), Glass (2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Casey Cooke/The Horde, The Beast/Casey Cooke, Casey Cooke/Kevin Wendell Crumb, Casey Cooke/Dennis, Casey Cooke/Hedwig, Casey Cooke/Patricia Characters: Casey Cooke, The Horde (Split), The Beast (Split), Kevin Wendell Crumb Additional Tags: Alternate Ending, Death, Hurt/Comfort, All The Ships, Blood Summary:

They may leave this world now, but at least they enter the light of the next life together.

#crooke #split #glass #unbreakable and glass #Casey x the horde #casey x kevin #ship hope you will like it

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drsobemoji · 4 years

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Dr. Casey Valentine // Open Heart’s MC

“I'm going to lose patients, Dr. Wren. We all do. But if my patient doesn't quit, then neither do I. Even if it means breaking the rules? Even if it means fighting to change the rules.”

#open heart #casey valentine #ethan ramsey x mc #playchoices #open heart choices #pb edits #oph edits #[no rest for the wicked by lykke li plays in the distance]#*#soooo. this is what happens when i listen to my oph playlist(s) all day and decide to uste photoshop for the first time in like.. 6-7 years #lmao #me? creating Content(tm)? who would've thought?!#anyways i know it's not gr8 but pls give me some sweet validation !!#(sorry to mrs. m for whitewashing her but it's so hord to find a good pic dfjks :()#mystuff

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fickle-fixations · 4 years

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The Broken Are More Evolved

Part I - Rejoice

After Kevin and the alters’ death, Casey thinks about what could have been, what may be, and what the Beast had said to her way back when he decided not to kill her. And she meets a little dog who changes her life forever.

Word count: 1174 // Warnings: mentions of ptsd, dead animal, (if you could watch Split and Glass then this should be fine) // Genre: angst/adventure?

“Rejoice! For the broken are more evolved.”

That’s what the Beast had said to Casey. He had said she was broken. He had said she was strong.

But now the Beast was dead. So was Dennis. So was Barry. So was Patricia and Hedwig and all the other alters. So was Kevin.

She hadn’t known Kevin for very long, but she knew that he was a person who deserved a chance at life. Just when he had found the courage within himself to rejoin the world despite his fear, his chance at life was taken away from him.

Casey thought his alters deserved a chance at life too. She knew most of them didn’t have truly evil intent - they had only been trying to keep Kevin safe, though their methods may have been flawed. She thought that one day, maybe, they would be able to use all their intelligence and strength and protective instincts to help other people. One day when Kevin wouldn’t need them anymore. When Kevin himself would become the strongest version of himself.

If she were truly so broken and “more evolved” like the beast claimed she was, Casey wondered what made her a superhero.

Just as Glass’ mind became strong to make up for his broken body and Kevin’s body became strong as the Beast because his mind was shattered, what was different about her? Her body was full of scars but her mind too, was broken. She constantly felt both strong and weak. Her PTSD made daily life painful, but the experiences that gave her the disorder also forced her to become courageous, resourceful and quick of mind.

But those things weren’t extraordinary. At least, she hadn’t thought so before she met Casper.

The morning after Kevin and the others were killed, she awoke from what could hardly be called sleep to go out for a run, as she usually did. That’s when she saw him. Casper. There, on the doorstep right outside her home.

The small lab’s nearly white golden fur was covered in grime and blood. She knelt down to inspect the poor thing. It definitely wasn’t breathing. It had a nasty wound in its side, where it had probably lost a significant amount of blood. She felt a slight pang of sorrow for the animal through the dense fog of numbness that surrounded and filled her heart.

Gently, she scooped up the small body and headed towards the woods behind her apartment to bury it. The dog’s body was cold. Colder than a dead body probably would be normally, because of the dew that had settled on it the night before.

At least, it was cold. As Casey made her way through the trees, she thought the small, limp body in her hands didn’t seem quite so icy anymore, even despite the chill of the morning air.

Eventually, she found a tall, broad tree that looked to be strong enough to watch over this little creature’s body. She knelt down at the base of the tree and carefully laid the small body on a bed of leaves before she began to dig a hole in the dirt with her hands.

When the hole was finished, she picked the body up again to lay it to rest. But she paused before laying him in the hole. She was captivated by him. For one thing, he hadn’t returned to being as cold as ice, even though he hadn’t been exposed to her body heat for several minutes. For another, she was just then realizing just how young this dog had been.

He was so small, he couldn’t have been over three months old. Beneath the blood and dirt that stained his coat, he seemed like he had been rather healthy. His body was sturdy and not skin and bones like most stray dogs. He could have grown up to be strong.

She thought about him being a companion to a child or a lonely soul. She thought about him chasing squirrels and how the summer sun would shine golden in his fur.

He had been full of potential, before some force decided to cut him off from the world before it was his time.

She wiped her tears and lowered him into the small grave. As she began to cover him back up with dirt however, she thought she heard a soft, high-pitched sound coming from within the hole. She tried to pay it no mind and continue about her task but then, dirt shifted and shuttered and slid off the white fur.

Casey gasped. It’s true she hadn’t slept very well that past night, but she didn’t think there was any way she was sleep deprived enough to be hallucinating this.

As she lifted the dog out of the dirt and his white coat was once again revealed, so was the truth about herself revealed to her in that moment. As his eyelids fluttered open and he looked up at her with exhausted but bright eyes, so she was suddenly able to see a part of reality that had been hidden from her.

His wound was healed. He was breathing. He was alive.

All of a sudden, this most impossible, incomprehensible thing somehow made sense. Casey was a survivor. She was resilient. She was strong. So strong that her strength overflowed from her and into others. When she had touched Kevin and brought him back into the light, that wasn’t because he was touch starved. That had been all her. Her touch could heal and strengthen. Her touch could bring things back from the dead.

The longer she held the dog, the less tired and weak he looked. Soon, he could stand and as she kept petting him, he was eventually strong enough to jump up on her and lick her face, as if he hadn’t been dead less than an hour earlier.

She stayed there in the woods with him for a while, still processing everything that was coming to light. She knew what this meant, though she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She knew what she wanted to do, but the thought still sounded insane to her. She questioned if she would really be capable of doing it.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, right Casper?” she said softly to the puppy pawing at her chest.

Casper, for his nearly ghost-white fur. Casper, like the little boy who lived after death.

He yipped happily and licked her chin in response.

When she stood and started back towards her home, Casper followed right at her heels without her even calling. It was like he could tell she was on a mission, and he wanted to do everything he could to help her. It was like he knew that no one in this world could stop her from doing what her mind was now set on accomplishing, so anyone who could potentially stand in her way might as well join her. It was like he knew…

“Good boy, Casper,” she said, “Let’s go bring Kevin back.”

| I hope you enjoyed it! Would you consider buying me a ko-fi? |

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the-psychodelicate · 5 years

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Release me

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thegremlinofransei · 5 years

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Casey: *walking toward Kevin* 🎶I want to see my little boy!🎶

Dr. Staple: Here she comes.

Casey: 🎶I want to see my little boy!🎶

#source: vine #split #glass #shitpost #dr. staple #ellie staple #kevin wendell crumb #the horde #casey cooke #casey x kevin

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missjewelsart · 5 years

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Some Split sketches for y’all. Casey and the Horde and all that.

#split movie #glass movie #the horde #patricia #dennis #hedwig #casey cooke #casey x dennis #dennis x casey #casey x horde #horde x casey #missjewelsart #casey x kevin #kevin x casey #fanart

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thehordereigns-blog · 5 years

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I was thinking about Casey and Kevin’s wedding (in an extra-life)

Kevin in the most elegant suit. He has with a lotus in his vest, waiting for Casey’s arrival,very emotive, with bright eyes,the most beautiful day that he has never had.. he’s finally happy after a long time of his life being asleep.

Casey is tall,wonderfully dressed in a shining white wedd ing dress, well coiffed, with a pretty white flower in her silky brown hair...who enters to Dennis’s arms..

No stain or crumb on his costume. He’s gorgeous, very happy for these two. He loves Kevin..he says to himself Kevin does not need to be protected anymore even if he knows why he exists.He deeply inspires, is at peace: he knows that he will always be here for Kevin (at least to clean his dirty shirts)

Patricia is all dressed in yellow. She has an elegant flowery skirt,a charming tailor with a yellow flower pinned on.She has many jewels and a collar that she bought especially for their wedding. She is definitely happy..Casey is the woman she could never have been unfortunately.. but she conforts herself with the fact everyone tells her that she’s pretty and elegant..she even blushes at that...

Then the ceremony starts..Casey and Kevin chose Hedwig to bring wedding rings. After all, he is big enough to do that job!! And he’s so proud of that..

He’s proud of his new mom,his confident, his kind of motherly figure who treats him as her equal,as he veritably is. He hasn’t changed, he’s all smiling, in his too-large suit,contemplating the shiny rings..He would like to become a man like Kevin one day, even though he’s a bit jealous Kevin stole him his girlfriend.

During the priest’s speech, everyone cries.. Patricia sobs,emotional, and Jade cries like a baby..One day, a man will love her as she really is.Barry gives tissues to them..

Jade’s wearing a beautiful pink dress that Barry made especially for her, to her taste. He hugs Jade softly, his head against her shoulder.His costume is extravagant, inspired by Prada.

When Casey threw away her bouquet of flowers it was Barry who caught it, but he gave it to his sweet friend Jade..

Luke giggles cause everyone cries.. he doesn’t like wedding ceremony in general, since he wants to dance and drink a lot,smoke and meet girls, but he’s still proud of these two..

Kevin and Casey kiss,pass the rings,hug.Then they go outside, and all the guests have to smile for the official wedding photo. Everyone’s smile on it, no one is afraid now. The most beautiful day of their whole life.

#glass movie #glass #kevin wendell crumb #the beast #split #casey cooke #kevin x casey #the horde

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elizabethcrumb · 3 years

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Casey Cooke X Kevin & Split Oc X Oc fics!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24794137/chapters/77119028

Title & Summary: Chapter 33: Flowers - *Kevin X Casey Cooke ( Casey has to comfort Kevin after a bad run in at the train station )

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27834121/chapters/77179928

Title & Summary: Chapter 50: Holiday Together - My Split Oc's Bella Crumb X David Maxwell (David and Bella go on a romantic holiday )

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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The Race to Find The Cure

(2012 Donnie x fem reader) Chapter 1.

Based off of my apocalypse AU that I created for Raph a while back. Here is Donnie's version. :) (written in third perspective but using [y/n] in place of a name.)

Running out of time.

The solution had to be somewhere amongst all his papers.

Time is running out, thought Donnie again as he stared long and hard over his notes. Data he’d gathered and extrapolations he’d made over and over again—what was missing? He knew how to create retro mutagen. He had the formulas. He had the tools. He had the mind. But there were holes in his research. Things he had no access to. This wasn’t just Ooze he was dealing with; it was a hybrid, pathogen and mutagen spliced together to make a catastrophe that spread. And it spread fast.

He glanced over at the map pinned to a corkboard, routes and places of interest he’d drawn sprawling all over it. But one fat red line stuck out the most: the projected path of the horde that was currently accumulating. Just another addition to his list of problems.

Donnie’s brain worked every which way. His attention was divided between a set of different things, a heavy burden on his drooping shoulders. Between the cure, taking care of other things that needed to be done, and her, he was stretched thin.

Behind him on a mattress on the cold floor was his newest patient, which he was reminded to check the temperature of when he heard rustling in the sheets. His tires eyes lifted from the papers quickly, grabbing a thermometer off the shelf to head over to the girl starting to toss awake. Without fail, he felt a pang of guilt every time.

If anyone was strong when it came to this situation, it was him. And maybe Leo. Though their leader was preoccupied, he still came to check in, and even he had a grimace at it. Donnie knelt down. Don’t look bleak, he instructed himself as he pulled a tender smile and took one of her hands. “Sleepy, are we?” he asked as she roused awake. “Gotta take your temperature again. How do you feel?”

She sat up against the wall, obviously drained but fighting sleep. She, too, managed to force a smile through the waves of nausea and headaches as if to say “all better”, which made her happy too see his face soften. “I feel a little hot, but that’s all,” she said.

Then the virus hasn’t progressed, he thought with a glint of hope. We still have some time. That was all he needed.

He gave her the thermometer, her flinching back as their fingers touched. “Won’t you get it too being around me like this?” she asked with concern, having put some distance between them.

“Well, you aren’t developing pustules or any open sores, so it’s okay for now,” he replied, handing the thermometer back to her. And when she did? He’d copped a hazmat suit and more than enough disposable gloves a month prior. They both waited with bated breath for the little beeps. Both jumped as a gunshot sounded from the platform upstairs—it was Casey picking off incoming infected from the window again, as was his evening shift. A straggler here and there was not welcome in their compound. Casey was quick to dispatch any that wandered too close so long as his pistol had a silencer.

The thermometer beeped, and Donnie took it, inspecting the numbers. 100.1°. Not great.

She saw his face fall ever so slightly. His brow ridges stitched as he slipped the notebook from his belt and scratched in a log of her temperature, among a growing list. It had been on a steady incline since three days prior and the…incident.

Hearing the shot fire above them, she played with her thumbs. She knew Donnie was under a lot of stress. And to add onto that? She felt guilty.

“Seems like Casey’s becoming quite the sharpshooter,” she commented in the silence. “And seems like we’ve been hearing those more often. I wonder why the infected are out more these days.”

Donnie set his notebook on the tray next to the mattress and sat back on his legs. “They’re starving,” he said, “most of the city’s been turned, so…they have to look. But they can survive a lot longer without food than us." The air between them was filled with a looming feeling of uncertainty. Donnie was sure he could find the cure. He’d done it before for mutants, he could do it for infected people, too. But time of was the essence and resources were running out. He had to work harder.

“Hey, not so different from us, then,” she joked in a low voice, letting her head fall back and eyes close shut. Being sick was really taking a toll. How much longer would she be able to keep a straight face for him with the body aches, the skin burning, and the chills? Oh, the chills. Along with the fever, it was turning Autumn in New York City. She cracked an eye open to find him deep on thought.

“Donnie,” someone called from the entrance to his lab space. There were some empty crates they'd stacked up and around the corner to give him some privacy to work. He snapped out of his thoughts it to find Leo leaning in. Leo motioned with his head for him to follow.

Another family meeting, she thought in dry humor. Probably a game plan on how to deal with her when push came to shove. Which was looking inevitable, but she'd never let Donnie know how she felt that way.

“I’ll be back, okay?” Donnie said, reassuring her of the fact that he would not leave her side for long. He'd been practically glued to it, even moved the mattress into the back corner of his pseudo lab to be able to pay more attention to her. They could always count on Donnie for that.

“I’ll be here,” she mumbled, laying down to face the wall.

Donnie met at kitchen table with everyone else. They were all a little awkward and downtrodden, but Leo poised himself, clearing his throat. “There have been more infected on the move here lately. Casey, you say you shot three just in the last two hours?” Leo started. His eyes flitted over to Casey, who sat halfway on the table. Casey nodded and continued chewing his gum; the sound was driving Donnie up the wall. Casey acted flippant as ever, but even he was troubled by the turn of events.

“Hit ‘em right in the head, bull’s-eye,” said Casey, pretending to fire a finger pistol.

Leo turned his attention back to Donnie. “And [y/n]? How is she?” he inquired.

Feeling everyone’s expectant eyes on him, Donnie went by all of them with his, one by one, and answered: “Stable. Doing….okay.” He wasn’t known to be obtuse on purpose, but everyone around the table could tell he wasn’t going to speculate to them. That was fine, thought Leo. She still had time; in turn, they did as well. Leo would have to make a note to check in with her more often to gauge their next move. For now, they had other issues.

“Look, guys,” Leo said with a sigh, “I know you like the warehouse—I do too—but it’s just not safe here anymore. We’ve had two fence breaches this month and it’s only going to get worse from here. We’re in a bad spot. We need to move. I'm thinking upstate, less people and April's got a farmhouse out there."

Raph was glaring down at the table. “So, what? We get pushed out of our old home in the sewers and now we’re getting pushed out of here, too? Is that what we’re doing now? Being pushovers?” he spat. “What’s a few more infected? Last time I checked, we didn’t have a problem. Just fix up the fence and we’ll be fine.” As usual, he focused on Leo, his mounting anger directed right at his older brother. Leo ignored the bitterness in his tone and continued.

“Donnie, tell them what you heard,” Leo said, rubbing his face.

Way to put me on the spot. His fingers drummed the edge of the table as all but Leo waited to hear the latest update, but they weren’t going to like what he had to say. “I—I picked up some radio chatter about a week ago about a horde supposedly starting to form," he said uncomfortably. “I didn’t know if it was true or not, so I watched the channels over the last few days, and…yeah, a horde’s on the move, and it’s headed our way. Pockets of infected are assimilating and I don’t know why.”

Scowling, Raph turned heel and stormed out of the room with Mikey on his tail trying to get him back. April put a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Let him cool off,” she said, and Mikey reluctantly came back round, downcast.

“So…that’s it. We need to pack up. I know, I like it here, too. Donnie, how much time do we have?” Leo looked his way.

“Not enough,” he always wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and opted for an estimate of about two days given that the infected didn’t exactly move with purpose. As far as they were concerned, they only knew one speed when unstimulated, and that was: meander. “Considering it’s not really moving in a straight line and they’re not the smartest, we have some time to get out. If that’s what we want to do. Maybe the warehouse will hold?”

"But my equipment!" he'd wanted to argue. Not all of it would fit between their two vans. He feared for the worst that he wouldn't be able to save anyone without it. If they left, his only option would be to start from scratch again, and for [y/n], that was not an option.

But to seize a lab was an option.

For everyone's sake, we can make one petty crime.

Leo crossed his arms, tapping his chin. “I can’t take that chance. It’s my job to keep you guys safe. I’m sorry, Donnie.”

“Whatever,” murmured Casey as he hopped off the table and went to join Raph.

“I miss Master Splinter…” Mikey said under his breath. April sensed some unspoken words between Donnie and Leo and took her leave as well.

And then there were two. Donnie gripped the edge of the table, fixing his gaze away from the harsh orange light dangling above them. After a moment, he spoke. “There’s a lab East of here. A real one. I don’t know its status right now, but if I could just get in and get the research, I know I can make a cure,” he said hopefully. “I need to get to that lab, Leo. If not for the sake of everyone, but for [y/n].”

"What if there are still people there?" Leo asked.

"Then we'll break in at night," Donnie responded. "Like we always do. I need to do this, Leo." Only the fate of [y/n], my family, and possibly the whole country is resting in my hands, no pressure, right?

“We’ll figure it out,” Leo concurred. “We know you’ve got what it takes, Donnie. We’ll do everything we can to help.” He gave a reassuring smile, the one that always makes them feel like it all might just be okay. If Leo could muster one, Donnie could, too, which he did after they all dispersed from the little kitchen table and he headed back downstairs. “[Y/N], do you need any—” he started, but stopped upon seeing her sound asleep. Though mostly comprised of mutagen, the pathogenic part of the virus was the part the body tried its hardest to fight. But the unstable nature of the mutagen made it a tossup of how strong each case would be. Donnie could only hope that hers was a weak one.

On his tips of his toes he went to her side, pulling the fleece blanket up to her neck. It was getting cold out. Anything to make her more comfortable. Then he prepared a bowl of cool water and a rag for if she got hot, placing it on the tray next to her for her to find in case he wasn’t there. His hand lingered there hovering above her shoulder, wanting to feel the warm comfort of knowing that she was in fact still with them and still had a chance. Should he wake her up to tell her Leo’s verdict? It seemed like the right choice. But she looked far more peaceful than any of them in her own world just then, and he wanted to keep it that way only for a little longer, so he whispered a goodnight and went back to his station.

Seeing that she was taken care of, he quietly resumed his work over yonder, unaware that she had been laying still, but fully awake.

Me posting this anyway even though I'm unsure and don't know if I'm digging it yet 👨‍🦯👨‍🦯👨‍🦯👨‍🦯

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie #donatello #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt apocalypse au #apocalypse au #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader

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source: AnyaxJames Intagram

#McAjoy #Janya #anya taylor joy #james mcavoy #Glass #split #casey cooke x the horde #kevin x casey #casey cooke #kevin wendell crumb

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Name of fic: When The Party’s Over

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Plot: Ransom is taking over the role of Dennis, who has DID and has multiple personalities. The reader is Casey , who is captured by Ransom and manages to escape.

Warnings: Strong language, kidnapping, blood, violence, bondage (not in a sexual way).

Author's note: This is for Dino's Spooky Scary Stories and I know she is very excited about this one, so I hope you enjoy this!

Was it kidnapping or abduction?

Y/n wasn't sure as he carried her into the basement, her feet dragging against every step it took to get to the ground floor. He sat her in a sitting position and pushed her to the wall. She stared at him for a moment. She was sure this was an obsession of his.

"Why have you kidnapped me?" She asked him.

"Oh Y/n you're such a card." The man, named Hugh, sang as he stared silently glaring at her and at her feet.

"I can't let you out until..." he paused, giving her a knowing look. She exhaled through her nose in frustration. He stared at her silently, as if debating whether to electrocute her or something worse than that.

He suddenly walked out of the room, locking it behind him.

There was a computer in the corner of the room, dusty and archaic. Y/n doubted it had as much RAM as being in this situation in the first place. She plugged it and pressed the clunky power switch. An orange light glowed dimly on the front. Whatever secrets the young playboy had been hiding it would all be on here...or so she hoped. A flashing white arrow appeared on an otherwise blank screen awaiting instructions, but then what had she expected, Windows?

There was multiple recordings. She clicked on one of them. It was Hugh.

"The Horde keeps obsessing about the ones who haven't suffered. I don't know where they're going with this, but it scares me."

Click.

"There must be limits to what a human being can become."

Click.

"Let us show them what we can do. Let us show them how powerful we can be."

Click.

She was in shock. She didn't understand what was going on. Especially what was in Hugh's head.

She looked up news reports and realised the condition Hugh was in. He had DID. He had multiple personalities. But Y/n only saw one of them.

She then heard his voice outside and turned off the computer quickly. She went back to the wall and stood there, nervously.

"Shut up Blanc, just shut up!"

"It's Mr Blanc, and you should address me as that. I am a gentleman sleuth! And have you kidnapped a young woman in there? Did you kidnap someone?"

Was that him putting on a Southern accent?

Slam goes the door. He noticed that the desk had been tampered with.

"Have you been on my computer?" He shouted at Y/n.

"No why would I do that?"

He goes over to her and grabs two pieces of rope. He tied both of them around her wrists and then tied them to the wall.

@optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @donutloverxo @captain-a-rogers @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @averyrogers83 @katiew1973 @angryschnauzer

A/n: Dino, forget about part of the ask about changing movies. I will keep Split but can I have The Witches instead of Ghostbusters? Just read my ask for more info on The Witches thingy. Thanks!

#chris evans #nbarnes #masterlist #ransom drysdale #dinospookychallenge2020

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