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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Rick was at the wheel, Aaron in the front passenger seat, and you found yourself sitting in the back next to a concerned Daryl. He kept glancing sideways at you as if he was expecting you to pass out again.

"I'm okay," you reassured him. "Just exhausted now. Really," you said in an undertone.

He looked skeptical. "Yer pretty beat up... we'll have Denise look ya over when we get back."

You couldn't help yawning and you scooted over closer to him in the back seat and rested your head on his shoulder. Your eyes closed.

Daryl found himself frozen. "I ain't a damn pillow, ya know," he drawled softly in your ear, but you could hear a smile in his voice, and he didn't move an inch.

"Mmm," you sighed, settling in more securely against him. "Sure you are..."

"Well, if it helps ya get some rest, I guess I can allow it for a little while." There was a beat of silence. "Ya scared me, ya know..."

Your eyes opened and you glanced up at him, your cheek still resting against his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Ain't yer fault. Just—I dun want anything to happen to ya."

You looped your arm through his and closed your eyes again. "It won't. Not with you around."

Prompt: "I'm not a damn pillow." / "Mmm, sure you are."

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[mrkeatingsblazer]

Fanfictions make you a freak. Like how do I explain that I ship Thanatos with Asclepius bc of a Hades and Apollo venture to Tartarus instead of Solangelo fanfic

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[pqiwendooooooo]

if i win the lottery i wouldnt tell anyone but there would be signs (all of my favorite unfinished fics would suddenly continue after a 7 year hiatus)

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[hyukaslvr]

strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

<series masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie! smut, oral sex Jungkook makes your squirt, public(?) sex, teasing, pet names; baby, love, bunny, good girl, princess. facesitting, fingering, i think that’s all!

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

you felt breathless as you stared at your ex, the one you’ve been trying to distance yourself away from for months because you have problems. yet, he keeps ending up in front of you looking like he was going to devour you from below. Jungkook would always treat you right, letting you tangle his hair or slap his arms and face when he teases you. he will do anything for you.



“friends? i mean, we could just talk occasionally but i really think you should sit right about now-”

at that, you leaned in, kissing him hard. you tilted your head to kiss him from a better angle, you cupped your favorite cheeks to pull and squish, gasping at the feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist as you make out with him passionately. you practically whine when he pulls away to speak again, your lips chasing after his desperately.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, don’t you understand? you won’t regret being my friend,” you can hear in his tone that he’s playing with you, knowing you guys won’t ever be fine as friends, but you get to fuck this beautiful being below you, who you have hard as a rock below you just from kissing you.

“Jungkook- touch me!” you say, slightly rubbing yourself against his hard on, letting yourself take control as you grab the hair on the back of his head.

“sit on my face, princess, pretend its a pretty throne to get your juices on,”

the sight between your legs should be in a museum, specifically painted with oil pastels to really bring out the glossy shine of Jungkook’s sweaty forehead while he continues to eat you out from below. his hand held tightly around your thighs, not letting your go anywhere but on his tongue fucking deep in you and his nose rubbing your clit over and over again just how you like it. you wanted to scream, rip his hair out of his head between your fingers as you tug on it between every thrust of his tongue.

you grinded down on his tongue and nose, letting yourself feel and deserve everything his pretty mouth was giving you at night at the beach on a blanket from a random car Jungkook picked you up in after sneaking you out of your dorm. how did you get here? you thought as your legs started to tremble, Jungkook feeling your legs squeeze slightly against his head as he moans at the feeling of being squished by your juicy thighs.

“oh fuck!” you whined, throwing your head back as his slaps your tits slightly and his mouth leaves your heat. his face was covered in your juices when you looked down, a glossy smirk appeared on his face as his hands push your legs up and he pushes you back on your back in a smooth movement, “making me scream in the middle of the beach, huh? how fucking cheesy,” you growl, he spreads your legs open hard at your words. he shoves his body between your legs and forces them to hang off his shoulders.

“watch your tone, baby,” he warns, licking around his lips to taste you some more, you whimper at the sight of his swollen lips and his tongue that was just deep inside of you. “what do you want me to do to you, my love? i’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” he says lowly, leaning down into your ear as his hard on presses against your heat once again.

“fingers! use your fingers on me,” you moan out as Jungkook’s hands creep down to the sides of your thighs and squeezes them between his palm. one of his hands slides between your thighs and onto your heat. he doesn’t even bother to mention how wet you were, you feel the slick on your inner thighs. he begins to slide a finger in, curling it up and hitting your sweet spot before pulling back out and adding another.

he does this until 4 of his fingers are fucking into you, he whispers sweet nothings into you ears as you squirm underneath him. you gripped the back of his neck forcing him to come down to your lips, kissing you with passion and lust as he picks up his speed, ramming his finger deep into you in a quick speed.

“you love my fucking long fingers, don’t you? taking them like a good girl, baby. they fit your slutty hole perfectly,” he speaks against your lips, making you shiver as the warm bubbles appear in your stomach again, signaling your release, “you gonna come, baby? i can feel your insides gripping the shit out of my fingers, dirty girl,” he growls as his fingers reach places yours could never in you.

“Jungkook! baby- i can’t-”

“fucking take my fingers, sweetheart, you can fucking do it. come all over them, make me proud as always,” and that did it for you, you gasped for air as all your senses raised as everything tight you were holding released, letting your hips grind against his hand as he moans at the feeling of your insides clenching on his soaked fingers.

“such a dirty mouth,” you shiver in his arms, he holds you with his chin on your top of your head. he hums in agreement and you giggle in response, taking his tattooed hand into yours as your trace the letters on his knuckles.

“after this, we can do whatever you would like starting now on. if you want me, i’m here. if want me to comfort you, i’m here. if you want me away from you, i’ll distance myself. whatever you want, baby, i’m all yours,” Jungkook says, and you know he means it by the way he looks at you, trying to search your eyes to make sure you’re doing okay and understanding him. the things Jungkook will do for you, and only you.

“when will i see you again?” you duck your head into the car window to speak to Jungkook better as the night became morning quicker than expected, car horns can be heard all across the city. he bites his lip ring in thought, you wanted to roll your eyes because youu couldn’t tell if he was acting like he didn’t know his own schedule for the next week.

“you wanna see me that bad again, darling?” he lets go of his ring with a pop from his lips before his mouth curves into a smirk, knowing he has an affect on you. your face flushes, rolling your eyes to try dismissing the fact he made you all flustered, “i don’t think i’m busy this weekend, but maybe i’ll see you around, sweets. maybe i’ll come visit you during my free time,”

“maybe, and- um, thank you. thank you, Jungkook,”

“for what?” even you had to think about it, why were you thanking him? you bit your lip, slipping your head out from the rolled down window, and saying goodbye to Jungkook quickly before it gets any brighter out.

you obviously knew you were being confusing. first, you didn’t want anything to do with Jungkook. then, you have that talk with him. now, you just got home from getting two blissful orgasms taking out of you at a beach in the middle of the night by him. you wanted to process things but you just know you’ve gone too far and too distracted from you mission. your mission to stay away from Jungkook as much as you can.

usually, you would ask what to do after that; especially after he said he would willingly be anything to be around you, even being your friend; a friend that can fuck you, that is.

“i’m going to let things flow the way they should, if something happens it does,” you finish to your therapist, you couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or worried for you by the look on her face. either way, she sat up straight and began to talk.

“what do you want? Jungkook wants to be in your life, just even the slightest. he’s letting you go, ‘hey! back off, no more,’ or he’s letting you openly have sex with him as a ‘friend’,”

“maybe it’s not just about sex! we dated for awhile, it’s hard to let someone go like that,” you ponder, picking at the skin around your nails before your therapist reaches out for your hands.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks again, “the whole reason for no contact was for you to figure out yourself and let yourself heal before you help him with anything. being just friends is even a hard task because he’s still just Jungkook in your eyes. do you think your ready for any of this? i know it’s been 6 months but, are you sure your willing to bring down that wall you built up for yourself in the process of healing?” you now know why people say words can sting like knives, you didn’t even notice the tears prickling down your face until you felt the comfort of your therapists thumbs rubbing the back of your hands.

“i don’t know what i want, all i want is him. i only want Jungkook, there’s no one else for me. he knows me so well,”

“but does he? can he tell like i can tell that you aren’t sure you want this? i think, there’s way more than just Jungkook out there for you. he may have been a big part of your life, but feeling like you can’t handle yourself or your relationship is not worth it, i promise you,”

what does this mean for you? should you just go home and some how manage to contact you beloved ex that you can no longer do this after only a day of doing “this” because of your selfish reasons? but then again, is it really selfish?

no, it’s not. but maybe you’re going to fast.

a/n: ARGHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG😔 i’m so caught up in life and work and school and repeat. i’m trying to write again slowly, i have a couple drafts i wanna post in between episodes so maybe ill have my followers vote for what they want to see next! i love you all, thank you for being so sweet and patient💜

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 24: Lost

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey just runs.

He has no destination.

Leo calls after him desperately, his voice hoarse and strained.

Mikey's vision blurs from the tears and the infrared that reactivates once he's in the dark of the halls.

Mikey just needs somewhere to go... Not his brothers' rooms. Not the lab. Somewhere private, quiet, somewhere they wouldn't look straightaway...

He finds a door he hasn't been through yet. Perfect, a secret place! The entrance is a sliding door, he pushes it aside and dashes in.

There's something emanating heat on a horizontal surface. It is a small thing, round and chubby... Splinter? Is this his room?

Splinter grumbles in his sleep and slowly starts to sit up.

Mikey scurries and shuffles under the bed, whimpering as he hides.

"...Mmff....whaz... who's in here?" Splinter yawns, looking for the intruder and interrupter of his precious sleep.

Be quiet! Stop crying! You're making everything worse, you woke him up!!

He can hear Splinter climb across the bed and lean over the edge. Mikey realizes that his tail is still out.

"Or'nge....? S'that you?" his father mumbles, reaching down and touching the tail.

Mikey's tail slithers under the bed frame, wrapping around him.

"What is wrong, my son?"

Mikey can't talk, his voice is gone, lost like everything else about Mikey.

Lost... lost... lost...

Splinter climbs down and looks under the sheet at his frightened son. He tries to coax him out, but Mikey refuses.

After some time, Mikey hears feet pattering across the floor in the hall outside. Someone rushes into the room.

"Pops, h-have you seen Mikey?" Leo's voice croaks. "He ran o-off, and I don't... is... is he in here?"

Mikey hears Splinter shush him quickly, whispering an explanation. Soft exhales and susurrations like baited breath. Leo lets loose an anxious exhale. Mikey hears him limp quietly towards the bed, lift up the sheet, and sigh with relief.

"Mikey? Buddy? You wanna come out from under there?"

Mikey shakes his head, curling himself as tight as he can, pressing his knees to his chest and wringing his tail in his hands. His back is to Leo. He doesn't want to look at him. He doesn't want Leo to see him. He wants to be gone and disappear forever so he can't hurt anyone ever again...

"You gonna talk to me?" Leo asks.

Mikey shakes his head 'no' again. He scoots further away from the opening. Leo crawls under the bed with him.

"Mikey, it was just an accident. I'm n-not even that hurt -- I'm not mad or anything, you know that, right? I know you didn't meant to do it. You woke up and got scared, I understand."

Mikey whines. The talk isn't helping...

"Mikey?" Leo whispers, reaching out for him.

Mikey doesn't answer, apart from crying. He's been crying the whole time, but the way Leo says his name... it's too gentle and too kind, reacting like Mikey is a fragile piece of glass, rather than whatever tormented amalgamation of twisted flesh he actually is.

Leo touches his shell. Mikey flinches. Leo doesn't take his hand away, but instead calmly rubs his back. Mikey keeps crying. Leo scooches in closer, being cautious of his baby brother's reaction. Leo presses himself against Mikey, and slowly wraps his arms around him, bringing him close. Mikey whines, but doesn't refuse.

As much as Mikey hates himself and doesn’t believe that he deserves this much affection and gentleness, he can't help but long for it.

Mikey sobs in his brother's embrace.

"M-M-Mikey so sorrrrryyyyy...." he hiccups.

"I know, Mikey, I know," Leo shushes lovingly. "I know you didn't mean to. It's okay, it--"

"I-it's n-n-not okay," he whimpers back, tucking his head behind his carapace. "I-I hurt... you... I'm not... I don't d-deserve..."

Mikey curls tighter as he tries to make himself tell Leo. Just tell him. Tell him how he's so lost, so much more than he's been letting on. Tell him how he's so scared of losing them all over again, of being left behind or forgotten. Tell them how he loves them with all his heart... despite not really knowing any of them.

"Mikey..." Leo sighs.

He gently rolls him over so he can actually look at Leo.

His neck is bandaged up, a quick patch-up job. His leg is also wrapped up in gauze, his pajama pant leg shredded and torn to pieces. Mikey winces and sobs even more at the sight of his sins.

"What, this?" Leo chuckles with a cough. "This is nothing. Just a few scratches, skin deep."

"I-I, I h-hurt..." Mikey sobs, tracing his finger over the bandage. "I did this to you... you didn't deserve this, b-but -- and you're being nice, why're you being nice, I don't des-s-er-rv-ve it --"

"No. You didn't deserve to go through the pain you've endured," Leo corrects. "You didn't deserve to get hurt and scared. You didn't deserve to be stuck in a lab for a week. But for every day of the rest of my life, I will make sure you get all the love you deserve, and it will still never be enough. Mikey... I know you're scared and hurting, and I get that. You... might not remember it, but I did this same kind of thing once or twice after the invasion. So did Raph, actually... he went through a lot. We all did. So I get it, I get waking up and being scared and reacting in kind to your fears. I really do."

"B-but... I hurt you... so m-much..."

"But do I look mad?" Leo asks with a kind and forgiving smile. "Do I sound mad?"

"...No?"

"So then, I'm not mad, yeah?"

Mikey doesn't answer.

He wants Leo to be mad. He deserves the anger and the fury and the hate and the fear. It doesn't make sense that he isn't mad now. It's unnerving. The scientists would cause so much pain for something so minute as whining too loudly at night or not finishing his gruel.

But Leo isn't like that...

And Mikey has to trust Leo.

He presses his face into his brother's plastron.

"M'sorry.... m'so sorry..." he wails.

Leo strokes his shell calmly and kisses his head.

"Don't worry, Mikey, I forgive you... it's okay, it's okay... you're safe, I promise... hey, how about we get out from under Dad's bed and go see our brothers, m'kay? Does that sound good to you?"

Mikey nods feebly. Leo helps to pull him out from under the bedframe. Splinter watches them cautiously as Leo carries Mikey out and into the hall.

Mikey holds onto Leo, pretending that they are the same two people from the memory he saw of their childhood. It's hard to believe.... Leo looks the same, acts mostly the same. There's a minute difference, he holds himself and carries himself like some soldier bearing a burden of responsibility that he should not. But Mikey can't be sure if that's it... so it must be Mikey who changed.

Leo makes his way into Raph's room. The door was left partially open, so he can slip in. Raphael is asleep on his oversized bed, starfished and snoring softly. Leo gently sets Mikey down on the freespace of the mattress...

Mikey hopes Raph doesn't wake up. If he disturbs him, Mikey will feel bad. And that will be bad. Or, if he wakes up he'll think something is wrong and that will worry him. And that will be bad. Or worse, he'll wake up, think something is wrong, ask Mikey about it, and Mikey will cry again. He knows he's going to cry again, it's inevitable. Raph could breath on Mikey and he'd start crying again. It's just one of those nights. And that will be bad.

Mikey lays besides Raph as gently as he can. Raph stirs, he looks up and sees his baby brother whimpering by him.

"Oh, hey buddy," he says, rubbing Mikey's cheek. "Wha'z wrong?"

Of course.

Mikey starts crying again, hiding his face in the space between Raph's shell and the soft mattress. Raph doesn't say much after, just strokes Mikey's head and whispers loving shushes and soothing words of comfort.

Leo -- who had apparently stepped out without Mikey realizing -- comes back in, dragging Donnie by the wrist.

"....Nardo, please, I'm not having a very good night --"

"This is important!" Leo whispers back loudly.

Donnie pauses when he sees Mikey.

"Oh. I hadn't realised that we scheduled a turtle pile for tonight..."

"It's a bit impromptu," Leo says quietly as he gets extra blankets and pillows ready for them.

Mikey crawls on top of Raph to let Donnie scoot in the space he previously occupied. The softshell lays himself down, straight as a rail and limbs rigid. Mikey rests his head atop of Dee's stomach. Donatello reaches down and pets him.

Mikey wishes he could stop crying, that the tears would just stop flowing. But they keep leaking out.

Leo clambers onto the bed, laying right on top of Donnie's arm.

"Ow! Leo--!"

"Well, move your big butt over, then!"

Raph chuckles as the two twins argue over who is taking up more space. Mikey smiles softly at the strange sense of normalcy he gets from the scene.

Which is so weird... considering he can't remember ever doing something like this.

The guilt he has over enjoying something that his brothers think he deserves, when in fact.... Mikey has no idea how they are his brothers. The truth, the painful truth, is that Mikey can barely remember their names. He never even actually recalled them, he heard them refer to each other as Leo and Raph and Donnie and he started doing the same. Mikey is slowly recalling moments from his life, piece by piece, but... the hurtful reality is Mikey has no idea who he is. Who he was. How would he remember them, if he can't remember himself? And how is he supposed to know who he is if he can't remember who he was?! Mikey... Mikey is just so... so lost. He's been lost for so long, he can't remember not feeling this way. Not feeling like there's something missing inside of him, not feeling like he is a mismatched puzzle piece in an unfamiliar set, feeling jumbled and mixed up and confused constantly.

They promise he is safe, he is loved, he fits in here. But he can tell that he doesn't. He's not sure who they are waiting for, but he isn't sure if that person is still around... or ever coming back. He desperately wishes he would, he wishes whatever they're waiting for would happen and break the tension. Mikey wishes he was what they wanted. He wishes he wasn't what he is now. He wishes he was better, he wishes he wasn't a monster, he wishes he wasn't scary, he wishes he didn't have so many issues that bother them and bother himself... he wishes so many things. He wishes he could remember who he's supposed to be. Until then, he's only a monster his family re-adopted. And he wonders how much longer he can keep up the charade, the game of make-believe and pretend where he acts like a real member of the family. He wonders how much longer he has until they realise he has no idea who they are and he isn't their brother anymore and doesn't know anything about any of them, especially himself.

Mikey curls up on his brothers as they talk amongst themselves before each one eventually falls asleep. Mikey isn't sure when he falls asleep, but at some point he realises that it's quiet.

Mikey wishes he could tell them about it. He wishes he could have told Leo...

He's lost.

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does writing comments on every chapter of a fanfiction, so as to get the author motivated for them to post the updates faster act as a bribe or is it just me ?

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[simplydannie]

A request inspired by and written for @chloe2378559 and her idea of the twins having a younger sibling in Under Rageous. Enjoy!

Ever since their parent’s death, the twins together have raised their younger sister, Veera.

Things are getting harder in the under-city. Veera decides to take it amongst herself to try and help her two older siblings… but life is harder than it seems.

Her siblings were out.

Their rations were running low, so Velvet and Veneer had to both look for work in the Pit. Before they left, Veera could see the tiredness in their eyes… Things were getting harder in Under Rageous. More demands were forced to be met, leaving the people of Under Rageous hardly anything. If you didn’t pay your dues…well…don’t bother looking forward to seeing the next day.

“Me and Vennie will be right back. You stay here Veera. You have no business needing to go out. Do. You. Hear. Me!” Velvet stated firmly. The twins were seventeen, Veera was eleven. When their parents died, she was only two. By the time they were able to escape their wicked aunt after she laid a hands on Veneer, she was three. They spent their days in the orphanage for some time, but they were to be adopted separately, no one breaks them apart…so they ran…they met a group of other runaways that let them in…but like anything else, for them to stay, they had to pay their dues.

“Yes, yes I’ll stay here….Just…Please come back…” Veera ran to her older siblings taking them in an embrace. Veneer being the more sympathetic one hugged her back, Velvet just patted her on the head…Veera knew her sister loved her.

“Promises?” Veneer extended his pinky.

“Promises.” Veera wrapped hers around his. With a loud sigh Velvet did the same.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay Ven let’s go! Before all the good jobs are taken up.”

With that they were out the door. Veera spent her day like she always would; she wrapped herself in her giant blanket and waited by the door for the twins come back. She’d make sure she’d count every second, every minute, so she knew if she had to go out and look for them.

Veneer and Velvet were identical in looks: pale skin, bright blue eyes, bright, green hair…they looked like their mother. Veera looked more like their father: her hair was a darker shade of green, pine green, and her eyes were a dark Egyptian blue. Like her siblings, she had the same pale skin. Veeras hair was short, up to her shoulders. “Just like mom”, Veneer would say.

As the clock ticked she grew more anxious. Normally only one would leave, one would go to the Pit and one would stay with her. She wouldn’t be alone with these anxious thoughts and feelings…she’d always have someone with her. Was it always to be like this now? Would they both have to disappear? If they had enough rations, enough bitz, then no they wouldn’t. Veera wanted to help, she had to help in some way.

“Oh!” She got an idea. Veera went to the small closet they shared and rummaged through. “Got it!” It was a trap Veneer made a while ago…a Troll trap. Trolls sell for good bitz down at the Black Market. Veneer never had the heart to put it in use, but Veera had to, to help all of them. Grabbing the trap, she strung her satchel across her shoulder. She knows she promised, but this was to help them, to help her siblings…. She headed out to the world of Under Rageous.

Veera avoided the darker and more dangerous streets and alleys of Under Rageous… Her and Velvet would only venture there if Veneer was with them. Despite him looking scrawny, when his sister’s were in danger, he was able to put up a fight, and some of the underground gangs already knew. She quietly made her way to the area where Trolls were known to roam around. When she got there, she saw it was overtaken by Under Rageous thugs.

“Crap.” She whispered to herself. They had claimed this territory, she had to go look elsewhere. Veera turned back around. Troll sightings were rare, but not unheard of. A lot of the Trolls that were brought in were from the “outer world”, those that roamed the city were escaped Trolls that had broken free. Veera stopped at the corner of the building…she had to think, she HAD to catch a Troll. She stared at the lamp post above her, the light flickering on and off…. She had an idea, but she really didn’t know if it would work…it was dangerous too, but she needed to help her siblings.

Veera turned back around and headed to the far south of Under Rageous. Most of the area was abandoned after a factory went out and caused some sort of radiation around the surrounding area, or so they thought. Veera made it to the gates that surrounded all of Under Rageous, a giant wall that enclosed the city from the outer world…but Veera had found a weak point, a small opening that was caused by the explosion of the factory. She had discovered it years ago. She removed debris she used to cover the small opening so no one else would find it. One more peak around her surroundings…and she was out.

The only Rageons to leave Under Rageous were those who picked up jobs from the Pit to go to the Rageous Woods or the Hunters that were sent out to hunt Troll and other creatures beneficial to their living….Today, Veera made her way towards the woods itself. She didn’t plan on going far in, she just wanted to go far enough to see if there happened to be a Troll in the area to catch and sell. The woods were barren, all stripped down by Rageons for the valuable resources it had. The wildlife inside was dangerous, mutated by the radiation of the wastes left behind by both Mount Rageous and Under Rageous.

“I got this. I got this. One little Troll and that’s it.” She murmured to herself. Veera gave Veneer’s trap a once over; people really underestimated him, between her and her sister, he was tech savvy. Making this trap from scratch, he includes a small little net launcher to be able to catch a Troll if it was running away. She wondered what he would think of her if he knew she was doing this, once he finds out what she did.

SWOOSH!

Veera heard the rustling of leaves, the bushes shaking with movement that had just gone by. She froze, she listened…She knew it wasn’t a Rageon or anything big…yet at least. Veera readied the trap. Would she get lucky?

SWOOSH!

She heard it again. Her nerves set in and her body began to shake…perhaps this wasn’t a good idea after all, “Vels..Ven…please come back.” She whispered hoping that her siblings would magically appear….

SWOOSH! THUD!

Something small landed in front of her. She crept closer and close, the small little creature didn’t see to notice her. Veera got closer….A Troll!

The small little creature held his head in a daze, little groans escaping his body.

“Ow…I misjudged the distance.” He said. He had what seemed like dark pinkish faded hair. She could see that his colors were faded. Was he sick? Would this be acceptable for the Black Market? The Troll heard Veera’s footsteps. He turned to face her, but he didn’t seem afraid, rather curious…concerned even.

“You’re….You’re a kid aren’t you?” He asked. He stood to his feet and walked to Veera. She could see why Veneer was against this…they were quite cute. “Are you alone? Where are your parents?” The little Trolls checked his surroundings, “Where am I?”

Veera continued to remain silent…she was calculating her moves. She didn’t know what to do. She was finally face to face with a Troll, a little creature that would gain them a good amount of bitz in the Black Market, yet, she didn’t have the heart to catch him…but she had too..

“Are you okay?” The Troll seemed to notice her distant look. “I’m not sure maybe you haven’t seen one of me before. I’m a Troll. My name is Floyd. I know you’re a Rageon. I’ve heard of your kind before. Just never really seen one up close. You guys are bigger than I- AHHHH!” Veera snatched the Troll in mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She repeated as she placed him into the trap.

“Hey!” He cried out as his little fists banged against the trap.

“I’m sorry! But me and my siblings need the money.” She said. Before the little Troll could say anything else, the sound of voices were heard…

“A Troll? In the woods. You’re crazy man.” Rageons. If they saw Veera with the Troll, she was done for….so she ran…she didn’t see which direction she headed, but out of fear, she just ran and ran. Her breaths grew heavy as the fear grew in her body. This wasn’t the way she came…

Veera circle back around, holding the trap and Troll close to her chest. Nothing but trees continued to surround her. Tears began falling down her face…she was lost.

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no…” She repeated to herself. Veera fell on her knees, crying in desperation.

“Hey. It’s okay. Listen, let me out and I’ll help you find a way out.” Floyd told her, “I promise I wont run…I’m not going to do that anymore.”

“No! I don’t trust you. I need you to bring money for me and my siblings.”

“Well you can’t bring anything if you’re lost and can’t find your way back.” He replied….He was right, but she wasn’t going to risk anything. She finally had a Troll in hand, she wasn’t going to let it go. Veera was going to try one more time. She stood to her feet and began to head back again… her foot stepped on something….

PING!

Veera was taken up in a netted trap, her squeal echoed through the Rageous woods. “Hey!!” She cried out, “Someone! Help! Please get me down!!” She thrashed and thrashed inside the netting, but it wouldn’t budge or break… she was stuck.

“Please let me out so I can help you!” Floyd told her from inside the trap.

She had her sister’s stubbornness, “No!” She replied. Veera continued to thrash, move, and kick, hoping something would give and cause the net to break…

“Veera!” She heard a familiar voice call from below. She looked down to see Velvet staring at her wide eyed. “What the hell!!!” She yelled.

SNAP!

The netting was cut loose and Veera tumbled to the ground. Before she knew it she was surrounded by both her siblings, she hugged them tightly.

“Why are you out here? You promised you would stay back!” Veneer said.

“I know… I know.. but..”

“Then why are you out here!” Velvet demanded again.

“I…I…” Both her older siblings stared down at her, waiting for an explanation. She brought the trap out for them to see.

“A Troll!” They both gasped. The little Troll began to grow afraid as more Rageon surrounded him. Veneer frowned, this isn’t what he wanted.

“You know how much this will earn us…” Velvet said.

“I know. I had to help. I had to. You guys seemed so tired. And I hate having both of you gone!” Veera exclaimed. Veneer was still silent. “Vennie?”

Before he could respond, more Under Rageons appeared behind them. They scowled at the sight of the broken trap, they eyed the three siblings who stood by it, Veneer with the knife in hand.

“You broke it!” A male Rageon yelled..

“I-I…. My sister… she got caught in it. I had to.” Veneer said. Velvet grabbed Veera and hid her behind her.

“Why the hell is a kid out here in the first place!” He yelled again. His gang began to encircle the siblings. Veera did her best to hide Floyd inside the trap… if anyone else saw, they’d kill for the Troll…

“She… she…” Veneer couldn’t find the right words.

“This means you owe me bitz asshole!” The male Ragson came up and shoved Veneer to the ground.

“Hey!” Velvet kicked the Rageon in the groin, causing to fall to his knees.

“Velvet! No!” Veneer whispered harshly. These guys weren’t understanding, they weren’t compassionate… Everyone had their eye on Velvet, especially the guys… Veera was no exception, Veneer knew what they would do to them if they weren’t careful.

“Slut! He grimaced in between teeth.

“Leave him alone!” Velvet snarled back.

A wicked grin came across his face, “Boys, looks were all going to have a good time tonight.”

Another male Rageon came and grabbed Velvet by her wrist. Veera screamed hitting the Rageon on his arm, he shoved her to the ground. She still managed to cover the Troll.

“Vels!” She cried as they attempted to pull her away.

“Fine!This just means you idiots are too afraid to deal with me then?” Veneer called after them…. They paused. He turned around to eye Veneer.

“What?”

“Take the girl so you don’t have to deal with the brother. Real macho move.” Veneer stood to his feet eying down the male Rageon. Veera watched in horror, what was he doing?

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why take her? She wasn’t the one who messed up your trap. All because she kicked you? You really can’t handle a kick? I guess I can handle more than that, which means you can’t handle me- OOF!” The Rageon landed a punch square on Veneers jaw.

“Vennie!” Veera attempted to run to her brother was but was held back by another Rageon.

“Really? That actually wasn’t that bad. I guess I see why you’d rather take advantage of girls rather than…”

SMACK!

Another hit.

SMACK!

Another.

Velvet attempted to break herself free, yelling for them to leave him alone.

“Escort the girls to the entrance. Leave him to me.” He smirked down at Veneer, groaning in pain. Velvet and Veera fought hard to run to their brother, but the male Rageons were stronger. Veera turned to meet Veneers eyes. Don’t fight it, his eyes told her. As the girls were taken away, the male Rageon kneeled down, dark, spiraled eyes meeting Veneers bright blue ones.

“I’m gonna give you the beating of your life time. But next time, your sister is mine.”

Velvet and Veera were tossed at the entrance. Velvet attempted to run back towards the gates as they closed.

“Let us back!” She cried banging the gates. Veera hugged her knees, her mind racing with the images of what they were doing to her brother… and it was her fault…. It was all her fault. She buried her face in her knees and cried.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” She heard the Troll say from the trap. He was impressed how the boy protected his sisters… he had done more to be a good brother than Floyd had ever done.

“They’re hurting him. They’re hurting him.” Veera cried.

“MORONS!” Velvet yelled to the sky. She turned to see Veera. Velvet went and sat next to her sister, putting one arm around her.

“The hell Veera! Please just listen when we tell you something.” A concern in her voice.

“I just wanted to help…”

“But there are cruel idiots out there! Sick, cruel, bastards.” She turned to stare at the gates, hoping Veneer would walk in any minute. Veera turned to grab the trap that still held Floyd. She looked at him…. All for this Troll…. She had seen Veneers face when he saw the Troll…regret. How could she do this to her brother while he was getting beaten for them?

The sound of the gates opened echoes through the area. Velvet and Veera quickly got to their feet. In walked two male Rageons dragging Veneer in between them. They tossed him round the floor..

“Next time watch it. All of you.” The male Rageons retreated.

The girls rushed over to their brother. His face was bruised, cuts marked his lip and eye, he attempted to catch his breath through the pain that seemed his body.

“Vennie!” They said in unison as they embraced their brother.

“Ow.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry Vennie. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know… I didn’t mean too!” Veera cried as she buried her face into his chest.

“….just… listen next time….please…” He said in a soft voice. One eye was beginning to swell shut.

“We need to get you a first aid Ven! Come on. Stand please.” Velvet pleaded.

“Can’t…. Hurting…. Give me a moment.” He said in between ragged breaths. His sisters nodded…. The three of them stood there… alone. Veera turned and opened the trap, she shook the little Troll free.

“… I’m sorry…I should’ve listened…. All this happens because of me.” She said. Floyd stared at the three siblings holding each other. The boy was in bad shape, he was greatly injured.

“Well shoo! Leave us alone before we get into more trouble for them seeing you.” Velvet spat. She was angry… her brother was hurt and beaten, and there was nothing she could do… she felt helpless.

Floyd stared at them. He the turned to see the world behind him. He could leave now, he could escape, he saw an opening big enough for him to fit….but his heart was telling him something else. Floyd looked at the siblings again… a memory filling his mind… a memory of his own brothers…. Branch.

Veneer lay in between his sisters as they held him, attempting to sooth him. The sound of small footsteps caught their attention, they looked down to see the Troll approach them.

“I’m Floyd for the two of you that don’t know… please, I want to help you .”

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #veneer #trolls veneer #velvet #velvet trolls #velvet and veneer trolls #trolls 3 veneer #trolls 3 velvet #veneer trolls #trolls velvet #trolls fandom #trolls au #trolls #trolls oc #trolls floyd #trolls fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #oneshot #under rageous

[abstractpenny]

I was thinking about the possibility of me writing Jay getting struck by lighting, but I decided against it because I don't have any way to know what it's like to be struck by lighting....

Until I remembered that I know someone that was very much struck by lighting. It's not my experience, but I could directly ask someone with experience so 🤷‍♀️

#I kind of don't want to put Jay through that #But it would be fun to write cuz #who else in this fandom has access to this knowledge #but also it's really bad #getting struck by lighting I mean #it's messed up the person I know #but still #I don't know 😭 #anyways #jay ninjago #jay walker #ninjago #ninjago fandom #ninjago jay #ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #lightning #fanfics #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #RAWR I HATE TAGGING #yeehaw

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"I saw you at your little militia practice this morning," Sebastian said, approaching you and taking off his sunglasses, eyeing you boldly up and down. You felt even more self-conscious in the dress you had to don for the occasion—the biggest celebration The Commonwealth had. "I liked what I saw. Would you like to join me for a drink?" He flashed you a smile he clearly thought was charming but it looked more like a sneer to you.

"No, sorry. You're not my type," you said quickly, a look of distaste on your face.

He scoffed. "Then what is your type?"

Your eyes drifted to Daryl at his post at the door and Sebastian followed your gaze. "Respectful, to start."

"You've got to be kidding me," he said. "Daryl?" He let out another scoff and a humorless laugh.

"I'm definitely not kidding. My 'type' is a real man. Not some little boy whose mommy picks out their outfit for the day..." you said in an undertone.

"You fucking b—"

"Is there a problem over here?" Daryl interrupted gruffly. He was suddenly right beside you. You smiled at him.

"No. No problem. Sebastian was just leaving..."

Prompt: "Sorry. You're not my type." / "What is your type?" / "Respectful."

#hahahaha that little snake #suck ittttt #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Loki Headcanons

As a Midgardian...

Loki is cold, cruel and cunning. He pretends that he doesn't like anyone and is emotionless, and he was the same with you too.

But as he got to know you, he fell for you.

You had been in love with the God of Mischief for ages and finally worked up the courage to ask him out.

Loki agreed to go on a date with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, he was closed-off and cold but later, he would talk to you about everything.

Expect pranks and jokes at all times, but he'd do nothing that can actually harm you.

He loves shopping for clothes and shoes for you. They're always the expensive ones, something which you by yourself would never even think of buying.

But they're all green. He loves it when you're studded in his colour, and makes a face when you refuse to wear green.

Loki has a calm, soothing voice and loves to read to you before bed. You love hearing his voice before falling asleep on his chest.

He often has nightmares, and whenever he does have them, he wakes up silently but covered in cold sweat. He doesn't want to disturb you, but you wake up anyway and always comfort him, not wanting him to feel like he's alone.

Whenever you have nightmares, he'll hold you tight against himself and start humming a song for you to calm you down.

He's afraid to get physical with you or do any physical activity with you really. He thinks he'll hurt you, and though you insist that you're stronger than what he thinks, he's still very careful.

But he will find other ways to show you that he loves you.

If anyone tries to hurt you, they're done. They'll find themselves stabbed to death.

He doesn't understand why you're so worried about money. It's a fickle concept to him.

Loki loves to watch you cook. You're good at cooking -and if you weren't- he'd still watch you. Because you doing anything at all is interesting to him.

He's extremely possessive. At public events, he'd always have an arm around you or he'd be holding your hand. He'd also insist that you wear green so that people know you're his.

Loki's not one-sided. He stays away from women who are interested in him romantically - or anyone who can cause problems in your relationship - but if someone does try to flirt with him, he rejects them politely and if they still don't listen, he kisses you in front of everyone, to tell them who he belongs to.

Loki's afraid of hurting you, but more than that, he's afraid of scaring you. That's the reason why he has never shown his frost giant form to you.

Eventually, you insisted and he revealed his true form. You were a little scared but mostly stared in wonder because the patterns and texture of his blue skin were beautiful.

You love playing with Loki's hair, and he tries to show you that he hates it, but on the inside, he loves it.

Your friends and the Avengers have tried to warn you about Loki, thinking that he'd hurt you. But after seeing that he loves you, they backed off.

Loki knows what other people think of him, many still don't trust him, while some outright hate him, but he could care less. He only cares about your opinion.

Loki only seems perfect, and even when he's a god, he's like a human. You love him for his imperfections, and wouldn't want anyone else in his place.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #loki headcanons #loki fluff #loki fandom #loki fanart #loki friggason #loki smut #loki angst #dating loki would be like #marvel fanfiction #marvel comics #marvel mcu #marvel movies #marvel studios #avengers #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic writing #fic writing #writers on tumblr #book tumblr #blog #tumblog #tumblr stuff

[momthewolfstareader]

Anyone else have a handy-dandy online docs table for their fanfics with rating, current reading status, tags, fandom, smut and fluff ammount and notes? Nope? Just me? OK then...

#hp fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #blends #jegulus #fluff #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #ao3fic

[undiscoverable-words]

Having Colin as a romantic lead this season gives me so much real reference to refer back to when visualizing my fics… it also gives me an excuse to look at Luke Newton 😍🥵😮‍💨 (AND NICOLA 😍🥵🤪)

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #polin #colin x penelope #penelope x colin #fanfics #ao3 #colin bridgerton #colin bridgerton fanfic #colin x reader

[nayadefenix]

🙁🙁LOVE DOESN'T GO WITH DIGITAL CIRCUS.🙁🙁

💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮 Gummingoo:''I'm going to love staying here, even with my best friend…..'' Pomni smiles and her cheeks are flushed. Pomni:''I hope we can have lots of adventures with you Jell-O cowboy.'' Gummingoo turns as red as a tomato. Caine stands between the two of them looking at each other. Ragatha arrives hand in hand with Princess Loolilalu. Ragatha:''It's really fun here, we can do things together, I like you a lot.'' Loolilalu:''I like you too, Kinger told me a lot about you, you're so cute.'' Ragatha feels a warmth in her cheeks after Loolilalu's compliment. Gangle and Jax are on the sweet way into the digital circus. Jax: “I'll take the guns, I love violence. Gangle :'' I'll take the truck, I want to learn to drive. Caine looks from one side to the other, his gaze becoming more and more sinister, Zooble decides to walk away until… Caine:''NO ONE GETS IN LOVE OR BRINGS WEAPONS AND WALKS INTO MY DIGITAL CIRCUS!“'” Caine snaps his fingers,Gummingoo explodes in front of Pomni ,Loolilau does the same thing along with path and weapons ,with exlosion gangle's happy mask breaks appearing his sad face. Pomni laughs in despair, Ragatha is in shock, Gangle is suffering at the hands of Jax. Caine: “Everything's in order. Bubble: ''Won't that traumatize them? Caine:''No, I'm going to smoke, do you want to?'' THE END. 💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮

#tadc pomni #tadc gummigoo #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc loolilalu #tadc zooble #tadc caine #tadc bubble #mini fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #quotes tadc #the amazing digital circus #digital circus #pomni x gummigoo #tadc jax #ragatha x princess loolilalu #ragatha x jax #ragatha x pomni #ragatha x gangle #gangle x jax

[starry-teacup]

lyf and lyfrassir are different-gendered names fanfics save me...

lyf and lyfrassir are different-gendered names fanfics

save me lyf and lyfrassir are different-gendered names fanfics

#so normal about this #I apologize to all of my non-mechs followers #I will have content for you guys eventually I promise #lyfrassir edda #fanfics #tbi #the bifrost incident #the mechs #the mechanisms

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 25: Reconnaissance

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

Prev || Next

Donnie wakes up first. After a small battle of disorientation, he realizes that he's in his brother's traincar and the odd weight on his stomach is Mikey. He’d forgotten that they’d all made a turtle pile in Raph’s room…

Raph is pressed up against the wall, sleeping on his side with his arms stretched out over his brothers as though he were protecting them in their dreams. Leo is on Dee’s side, clinging to his arm and legs as he desperately tries not to fall off the edge of the bed. Mikey is deep asleep, body sprawled across the three of them — his legs are folded over Raphael, his torso and head are draped across Dee’s stomach, and his arms and tail are hanging over Leo’s side.

Donnie sighs softly, wondering what made Leo and Mikey call for this. Leo seemed pretty serious… and now, looking in the dim light of late morning, he can see loose gauze wrapped around his neck and leg.

Mikey starts muttering in his sleep. His fingers curl across Dee’s plastron, trying to cling to something he can’t hold. His lips purse, his brow furrows. He moans in distress. It’s quiet enough in the room that Donnie can catch a few words he says…

“….Nnnoo… no… no more tests….. please….. I wanna… home……”

Donnie sighs and starts to trace circles on the back of Mikey’s head, hoping the motion will soothe him.

“You’re safe, Mikey. There’s no more tests.”

Mikey somehow hears Donnie in his dreams. His expression relaxes.

“…No… tests…?”

“No more tests,” Donnie repeats, trying not to let his surprise ruin the moment. Maybe he can use this to help Mikey’s dream become calmer… “Mikey, if you can hear me, you’re not in the labs anymore. You’re safe. You’re home.”

Mikey’s head turns, rolling across tummytello as his subconscious tries to adhere to Donnie’s commentary.

“…home…. home……”

Mikey stretches a bit before moving more onto Donatello, his head resting just below Donnie’s chin.

“….is…. is brothers…. home…?”

“Yes, Mikey. We’re home, too.”

“…mmmm…… Mikey loves brothers… Mikey… M-Mike—“

He starts crying in his sleep.

“…mmmm'nsterrr…. m’so sorry……”

Donnie gently wraps his arms over his brother and kisses his head.

“It’s okay.”

“………….hurt…” Mikey croaks.

It isn’t too big of a leap to deduce what Mikey could be sorry for. Leo did not have those injuries when Donnie went to bed. Leo insisting that they have a turtle pile immediately because Mikey needed comforting. Mikey must've hurt him --

It suddenly hits him.

Mikey… hurt him?

‘Monster’…

Donnie turns and looks at Leo again, this time really analyzing the wounds. With one hand, he pulls the wraps around his neck down.

There are bruises. Scratches. Scabs. Claw marks.

His leg is torn up, by the looks of his pants. There are spots and smears of dark brown blood stains on the fabric.

What did Mikey do…?

A horrible thought comes into Donnie’s mind, that maybe Mikey is in a metamorphosis and will soon be completely animalistic and will lose all sense of who he is and —

NO, no, no no no! Stop that! He thinks to himself. Those thoughts aren’t helpful. Mikey is getting better, anyone can see that! He’s speaking in full sentences now, using first person speech instead of talking in the third. He remembers their names, he knows who they are, things are looking up! They just need to give him more time… This isn’t the kind of problem that gets solved overnight or in a week. This is the kind of healing process that takes months, maybe even years. There’s no sense in getting discouraged at the starting line.

Donnie exhales deeply. Mikey rises and falls with his chest. The breathing calms them both down.

“You’re not a monster,” Donnie says. He tries to force himself to believe it. Mikey is no monster…

But what he is now…

…Is no monster either. It’s still Mikey.

He has to believe that. He has to.

Mikey rubs his cheek against Donnie’s plastron, his tail slowly sweeps across him in a lazy wag.

Donnie sighs.

He’s so unbelievably tired…

Maybe he can sleep in a little more, since everyone else is still resting. It must’ve been a late night for them all.

Donnie holds Mikey close and closes his eyes.

.

.

.

Leo is woken when something behind his head makes a deafening buzz in the silence of the room.

In his startle, he falls off the edge of the mattress and lands with a bump onto the floor. He groans, rubbing his bottom in discomfort as he slowly rises to get the phone.

It's not even his, it's Donnie's. Good thing Leo remembers the passcode...

BZZ! INCORRECT PASSKEY.

Maybe he typed it in wrong? He tries again.

BZZ! INCORRECT PASSKEY.

Huh. Dee changed the code. That's not like him. He only ever does this when he's working on a surprise that he doesn't want spoiled, or if something is bugging him...

Fortunately, he doesn't need to unlock the phone to see what the buzzing was for. There's a message on the lockscreen from Casey Jones Jr. in the group chat.

CASEY: GOING OUT TO GET SOME PIZZA FOR YOU GUYS

Leo smiles. That's nice of him. Considering how he's still unfamiliar with this un-kranged, warless New York and is coming to terms with all the changes (good and bad) that came with time travel, going to order and pick up a pizza for a surrogate family is a pretty big step.

Leo's smile fades as he thinks about it more.

Is... is Casey even a part of their family?

Splinter calls him 'future boy', still. It's a term of endearment on Splint's end, but how does Casey feel about it? Donnie treats him like a new teammate, not so much like a friend. From what Casey has said, his Donatello was like an uncle to him. Mikey was some mystic butt-kicking warrior... but Mikey is exempt from this scenario due to recent events. Raph is also exempt, considering that... well, that Casey didn't really know him. He died when Casey was still a little toddler.

Leo swallows the fear that comes with such a thought. He watches Raph, his breathing, slow and steady and clearly visible. Donnie snores with every other breath, his mouth wide open and drooling. Mikey purrs with each exhale, mostly curled on Dee's chest.

He thinks that by watching them, the fear that they could be lost at any time will dissipate. It doesn't. It only grows. How does he know events won't continue as foretold? How does he know that Raph won't die in his twenties? Or that Donnie will die in his thirties? Or that Mikey -- Mikey...

...How does he know that none of them will ever suffer again?

And how does he know that he won't be forced into a decision that takes him away from them all again?

It isn't until Raph starts stirring and groaning that Leo realizes how loud his hyperventilating is, and that he's been crying. He quickly scrambles back onto the bed and wipes his face against the sheets and covers before Raph can see him.

It's quiet.

You up?

Leo sighs, relieved that Raph didn't catch him in his moment of weakness.

Yep. What's up?

How's Mikey? Why did you want to do a cuddle sesh?

Can't a guy just ask to get uncomfortably close to his brothers late at night every once in a while?

Mikey was crying. Why?

Leo sighs, and sits up so Raph can see the bandages.

He had a nightmare and... woke up rough.

Raph's eyes go wide.

Holy $#!%.

Hey! Leo scolds with a smirk. I thought we weren't allowed to swear?

Sorry, sorry, I forgot you could hear my thoughts. Mikey did that...?

Yeah, Leo sighs as he lays back down, arms propped behind his head so he can see still see Raphael's expressions. But it's not that bad. Just some abrasions and bruises... the leg doesn’t even hurt anymore --!

HE GOT YOUR LEG TOO?! Raph yells in his brother's mind, causing Leo to flinch.

Dude! Volume!

Leo, this is serious!

You remember what it was like.

Well... yeah. But seriously, Leo... Are you okay?

Leo pauses to think it through.

I'm... I dunno. Physically, I'll be okay. My leg stings slightly, but that won't last, so I'm not worried. I got it cleaned and bandaged last night before bed. But emotionally? Mentally? I... I can't say yet. I don't know what to say to Mikey about it. We talked before we came in, and... he seemed more hurt by what happened than I did. He's really struggling with this, I think. More than he's letting on.

Raph gets that feeling, too... he sighs. And... he ain't the only one struggling.

What do you mean --?

What're you guys talking about? a third voice asks, entering the private mind call.

The two jump out of their skin, causing Leo to once again tumble out of the bed.

DUDE! What are --

You think I don't know a silent conversation when I see one? Donnie asks incredulously. I practically invented them. What are you two trying to keep secret?

Nothing, just... wanted to talk about Mikey, Leo answers.

...Oh, Donnie replies flatly.

...Uh, anything you want to say? Leo asks, raising a brow at his twin. You sound like you have something to say.

Donnie strokes Mikey's head quietly. His fivehead furrows, he presses his lips together tightly to keep them from quivering.

Raph takes Donnie's freehand, and squeezes it twice. Donnie glances over at him, tears pricking the edges of his eyes. Leo wonders if they're doing a private mind meld on another line, or what. Eventually, Donnie swallows hard and squeezes his eyes shut before turning back to his other brother.

.........Leo...... I think there's something that... that I need to tell you...

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Bishop groans as he stands in line for his food. He’s so sick of coffee and stale donuts, so he’s decided to go for a signature NYC meal… pizza. Sure, it’s not the recommended meal of an EPF agent, but he’s not so sure he can even call himself an agent anymore.

It’s getting harder to do his job, for many reasons. Professor Honeycutt sent him some footage he managed to download from the drones. They got a blurry frame of Mikey. So now they know where he is… well, they already knew. Now they just have confirmation. Honeycutt also sent him a single frame of a young human boy. Bishop hadn’t seen him during the initial sighting. Apparently they’d tried facial recognition with the kid, but nothing came up. There was no record of him anywhere. No medical history, birth record, citizenship status, social media profile, internet history, nothing.

Well, almost nothing.

They’ve found one thing of interest.

Apparently Ms. Campbell had uncovered a blurry pic on some social media site taken during the invasion, moments before the destruction of the alien ship.

A young man, swinging across the city with a grappling hook and hockey stick as he fought against the strange monsters and protected the civilians. The caption read ‘PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN’.

The boy from the drone footage was wearing an oversized red hoodie and ripped jeans with sneakers, completely casual clothing and not something you’d typically wear in a mutant-infested sewer.

The mysterious hero was wearing a mask and armor-like attire, so for mere mortals it was difficult to connect the two.

But the build and height was the same. The hair was the same length, colour, and style. But most notably, and most importantly, the thing that really tied them together — was the fact that they both had the same weapon.

Bishop has been studying the face. It’s a bit pixelated and blurry, and the shocked look of surprise makes his expression difficult, but it’s all he has. He’s been focusing on features that are easy to identify — the long hair, the chipped gap in his teeth, and of course the weapon.

Though, the guy wouldn’t be stupid enough to carry the weapon in broad daylight.

Then again, he is just a kid, judging by the looks of him.

Bishop sees his order come out — a heavenly golden slice of mushroom and olives, with a soda and salad to go. He thanks the server, leaves a tip, and turns to exit when a shoulder bumps into him.

"Sorry," they say quickly, shying away from him.

"No worries --"

Bishop freezes when he sees a tuft of navy black hair slip from the hoodie. He analyzes their figure... same height... same build... and a heavy tote bag with the end of what looks like a hockey stick poking out.

The kid keeps their hood up, but offers the server at the counter a handful of dollars and requests a full pizza to go.

"...You know what? I got that," Bishop says, handing his card back to the server. "I'll pay for it."

"Really?" the kid asks, turning to look at Bishop.

Bishop recognizes his face instantly. It is the same person from the drone feed.

And he knows where Mikey is.

"Yeah," Bishop answers him with a smile, "it's no problem. So, where's the party?"

"Huh?"

"You're getting a large pizza, are you gonna eat it all yourself?"

The kid goes stonefaced.

"Yep. All mine. I'm really hungry. Have you never eaten a whole pizza by yourself?"

"Not since I was in college," Bishop says with a dry chuckle. "but after the week I've had, maybe I'll try it again. But I was just wondering. Hey, mind if I ask you a weird question?"

The boy doesn't answer, only grips the strap on his duffle bag. Bishop sees how he carries himself, how he stands tall and straight and feigns his confidence, but not his bravery. This kid is a soldier. Bishop wonders who's been training him to be a soldier as a teen...

Bishop takes out his phone and shows him the video frame of him swinging his hockey stick at the drone.

"Is this you?"

The kid's face goes pale. He swallows softly.

"...Where did you get--" he whispers.

"I think you know," Bishop whispers, taking off his shades. He maintains eye contact to make sure the boy understands the severity of the situation.

The teen takes a step back, but Bishop grabs his wrist.

"Look kid, I'm not here to do anything to you. Or to our mutual friend, Mikey."

The kid's eyes widen.

"Let me go--"

"You're all in danger," Bishop says quickly, quietly. "They know what you look like, and that's not all..."

Bishop swipes and shows him the frame of Mikey and the teleporting mutant.

"Leo?" the kid whispers in horror.

He takes the phone and stares at the screen image.

"What... why are you telling me this?" he asks, looking up in fear at the grownup. "What do you want?"

"For Mikey to stay safe," Bishop whispers back. "If the EPF get their hands on Mikey again, they'll end up killing him with their stupid experiments or whatever else they have planned."

"But you're the EPF," he snaps. "Why should I trust you? What do you have to gain?"

"The EPF isn't supposed to be like this," Bishop defends. "They've corrupted it for their own successes and... it needs to stop. We're trying to take it all down."

"Who's we?"

"Me and a friend," Bishop clarifies. "We've been collecting data, smuggling info, gathering evidence. But we can't do it alone. I understand you have a hacker on your side? Likes the colour purple, wants us to 'leave them alone'?"

The kid huffs a chuckle.

"Well, what if I do?"

"We could use their help in collecting some more data. If you agree, I can send you some of our evidence files and some of the studies of the --"

"You said we were in danger," the kid interrupts. "What did you mean by that?"

Bishop halts mid-sentence, realizing he got off topic.

"...Right. They know where you are."

"Hmmph," the kid grumbles. Obviously they do, they have a picture...

"They're sending more drones into the tunnels, but with every wave your hacker friend disables them."

"So where's the danger?" he asks, snarkily.

"Don't you see? You're up against a government-sanctioned board of insane scientists with an army of muscleheads and tech nerds at their disposal. They will not stop until they get Mikey back."

"I've been up against worse," he answers. The tone in his voice makes Bishop believe him completely.

"I'm sure. But kid, this isn't to be taken lightly. They're coming for you. Whether by drone or drill, they will be attacking soon."

"So then, what do you suggest we do?" he asks.

His voice is accusatory, and Bishop can't blame him.

He's the one that told them where Mikey was...

Bishop heaves a heavy sigh.

"...Mikey has a tracker imbedded somewhere under his skin. I don't know where, but that's how we found him."

"WHAT?!" the kid growls. "You tagged him??"

"Yes, and you need to find that tracker and disable it immediately. Then, move out. Find some new place to hide. Anywhere. Keep it secretive. They'll be keeping an eye out for you specifically and your blue-green friend here with the portals. Is there anywhere you can go?"

The kid's eyes dart away as he thinks it over.

"...Well, in the meantime --" Bishop takes out a small scrap of paper and quickly writes on it. "-- here's my info. If you need anything, I'll be in touch. Oh, and if you or your hacker friend should decide to help us out to take down the EPF, then here's my email... as well as my friend's contact info..."

The kid looks down at the paper as Bishop writes on it. His eyes suddenly go wide.

"YOU'RE John Bishop?!" he asks, flabbergasted.

"Yes, I am," he says quickly.

Maybe the hacker found his info and warned them about him...

"...And my friend is Professor Zayton Honeycutt, he's an engineer with the EPF. He's a little jumpy, but a good egg."

Bishop hands the scrap of paper to the boy, whose jaw is still dropped.

"I'll be seeing you around, kid," he whispers as he places his glasses back on and walks out. "Stay safe. Enjoy the pizza."

The teen watches him, almost starstruck as if he were some celebrity.

Bishop guesses his reputation proceeds him... but how does this kid know him?

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