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moonshadow-thoughts · 10 months

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I don't think people understand what it means to be lonely and misunderstood for an entire life.

When I was a lonely child I was always thinking to myself "It will be okay, I will have friends when I'm a teenager."

When I was a lonely teenager I always thought to myself "its okay, I will have friends and a relationship when I'm an adult."

But now that I'm an adult I realize, its much more likely that it will stay that way forever. I will never belong anywhere.

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squaregoals · 8 months

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An Anomaly Abolished my Autonomy

A Future Donnie (Rottmnt) drabble 🟪🐢

It was early in the morning when the reports displayed around Donnie started blurring, and it was only when his head started falling forward that he realized such.

Snapping his head up while he blinked and rubbed his eyes, he took in the fact that he'd been staring at the same scout's report for the past twenty minutes.

Sighing, Donnie stretched in his chair before falling back in a slump. Someone could lecture him about poor posture later, right now all he wanted was to fully turn his brain off and relax.

And just for a moment, Donnie entertained such a thought.

Until it was interrupted by a whirring of one of his scanners springing to life in the corner.

No one else was in the lab with him.

With yet another sigh, he pushed off his desk. He wheeled his chair over to said machine to take a look, blearily blinking at it as it finished it's job.

Sightings of a raiding party were being reported around one of his occupied safehouses, not too far from the harbor.

The harbor which was currently being occupied by the Krang.

"That situation should resolve itself," Donnie remarked to himself with a low chuckle as he wheeled back over to try and finish picking through the reports he had been falling asleep to.

After some effort, he did indeed finish what he had and catalogued the necessary data.

Yawning, he slowly rose to his feet.

Almost instantly he had a hand back on the desk for support, as every bone in his body protested and flared up from such a movement.

Punishing him for both sitting at a bad angle, and for not having slept well or long for days on end.

Hissing and pushing through the pain, he shuffled over to a coffee pot he had on a hot plate. Getting his mug, he went to pour… only to be met with nothing coming out. This had him remembering, vaguely, that he had finished the last of the liquid hours ago.

Donnie just stared blankly at the pot and mug for a good solid minute, before he groaned and weighed his options. He could either:

A) Go make another pot, but risk running into one of his family. Who would undoubtedly make him go to sleep, whether by coercion or force.

B) Drug himself, which would be effective but have major drawbacks later on. Or potentially immediately.

Or

C) Go without anything, and continue to work knowing he'd eventually pass out in his chair or on the floor.

The choice to just go to his room and rest never crossed his hazy mind.

It actually took him real time to consider, the thoughts mushing their way through the slush of his brain before he could come to a decision. Donnie wasn't certain he could administer the drugs right, and there was no way he would let himself pass out.

He was still a ninja, so he reasoned he could avoid anyone he needed to so long as he focused. And besides, he controlled the cameras in the base. So it's not like anyone would spy him through those.

"Well then, onwards. To victory." he cheered to himself with barely-there enthusiasm, raising the coffee pot almost in a toast before carefully making his way out of the lab.

The halls were blissfully quiet, which made sense for how early in the morning it was. It hadn't even hit daybreak yet, and dawn was hours off yet. It was relatively peaceful, only broken by the usual humming of the low lighting and occasional conversation between guards that manned the exits.

He took care to avoid their lines of sights, and if they noticed him as he passed they didn't say anything to acknowledge him. Unsurprising if so, because they all have seemed to learn not to question his or his brother's antics.

Eventually he made it to the makeshift break room that held the coffee machine he had monopoly over. It used to be in his lab, but after the Incident™ he had to keep it in a place where he actually had to make an effort to make a new pot.

Grumbling to himself for not the first time about misunderstandings and how it was unfair he was being essentially grounded, he started the simple process of making another pot.

He stepped back after he was done setting up and leaned against a nearby counter with his arms crossed. He watched as the slow drip of the coffee started to fall into the pot. The aromas soothed him, as did the sound.

Drip

Donnie zoned out, marveling that he could do so with no emergency alerts appearing on his tech to interrupt.

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That was short-lived, as about halfway through with filling the pot such an alert did pop up on his visor.

He closed his eyes and took a sharp inhale followed by a long exhale to center himself. Exhausted eyes opened back up, as he looked over the alert.

One of his scouts had spotted a Krang supply truck that had extremely light security and was asking if she could sabotage it.

Donnie narrowed his eyes in thought as he tried to remember this particular scout's skill sets. She was incredibly stealthy and light on her feet, so if the worst came down to it he was confident she could simply melt into her surroundings. With where she was, it would be child's play.

After not too long, he nodded to the empty room and sent his orders to proceed back. Donnie mused to himself for a little longer as he considered sending her and another on an infiltration mission if this went well.

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the coffee machine beeping.

Crap!

He had, in his exhaustion, failed to remember to turn off the buzzer that announced it's completion. Donnie jumped to silence it, then swiftly grabbed the pot and started to dash back to his lab. He hoped that no one had heard it go off. Especially not April, who had just got back yesterday and had already been on his case twice about actually taking care of himself.

"Taking care of myself? I am taking care of myself just fine," he murmured to himself as he reached and then ducked into his lab.

The doors swished shut behind him, and he set the now-full pot back on the hot plate.

He now successfully poured himself a mug full of coffee, and sighed this time in relief as he took a slow drink. Holding the mug in both hands, he happened to catch sight of himself in the reflection of the dark liquid's surface.

Donnie just stared at himself, before promptly ignoring how bad he looked and went back to what he needed to do. Mechanical arms sprung up around him, grabbing the necessary tools as he just calmly continued to drink.

He was finished with it by the time he reached his lab bench, setting the mug off to the side. As his fleshy hands joined the mechanical ones, he allowed himself a brief moment to reflect on what his life had turned into. Not of his own volition, but because the whole world went tits up and for some reason he and his clan's stupid need to be helpful heroes rocketed them into leading an entire underground rebellion against their alien overlords.

Donnie closed his eyes, fists resting against the lab table as he felt the weight of everything crushing up against him.

It was overwhelming, and he forced himself to breathe.

When he got it under control his eyes snapped back open, the feeling having passed.

Or, at least, that's what he told himself.

After all, he surmised, there was no time for a pity party with all the tasks he needed to get done. His life was hardly his own, hadn't been for years. This was fact, and one no one had to speak it out loud.

They were all in the same boat.

There was no room for failure.

So Donnie got back to work.

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A/N: this is a small moment in the night/morning with my Future Donnie from a large work I have going on. Hopefully I'll get the time to wrangle it all into actually posting it. But, for now, you'll get some glimpses here and there in my warm-up drabbles here on Tumblr.

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#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #my writing tag #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt donnie #future donatello #future donnie #future fic #future au #rottmnt donatello #no x reader #no ship #no relationship #rottmnt bad future #bad future timeline #bad future au #bad future rottmnt

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fic-ive-read · 1 year

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downfalldestiny · 8 months

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Trust actions 🌑 !.

#Life #Behavior #Trust #Actions #Words #Lies #no relationship #new relationship #relations #downfalldestiny #downfall #life #magical world

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oldschoolfic-ds9 · 11 months

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Potent Circumstances

by KJohnson (wynlady), 2000

Bashir and O'Brien must work with Section 31 to discover the cure for Odo's disease, but Section 31's motives may not be what they appear... Alternate version of “Extreme Measures”

Words: 28352, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Julian Bashir, Miles O’Brien, Odo, Luther Sloan, Benjamin Sisko, Kira Nerys, OCs

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): Neutral Zine issue 2

links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):

archive.org - option 1 (part1, part2)

#year2000 #JBashir #milesobrien #odofic #lsloan #bsisko #majorkira #no relationship #20kto40k #ratedpg13 #additional tags: OC

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tffffghhgf · 8 months

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A normal day at home❣️

#sexy #hot as fuck #bitching #older daddy #no makeup #relationship #dating #lovers #self love #no relationship #ladies and gentlemen

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flannyjanny · 2 months

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the-writing-mechanic-official · 16 days

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Dialogue Prompt: Villain-Hero

'----, was it?'

Silence.

'I know that he's dead, so you might as well stop denying it.'

'Who said I was?'

'Weird that you haven't brought it up, for someone who was there when it happened.'

'SO WHAT? He took my ---- so I ended him!'

Silence. Starring at each other. Studying. Fear.

'I know.'

#basically hero is afraid because they killed someone not out out of duty but out of revenge #the villains reads through them #an idea I've had for a few days #no relationship #dialogue prompt #angst prompts #writblr #writers on tumblr

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italiansteebie · 2 years

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Under the Willow

Also on ao3 (recommended format)

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They were at a party.

Steve was drunk, and he was not having a good time.

His mind melted into something fuzzy, something soft and small, and he needed to find Robin. He stumbles around, looking for the blonde haired girl, and in his haze, he bumped into something. Someone.

Strong arms wrapped around him, grounding him, pushing him further into the softness. His mind flashed panic, he didn’t know who had him. A whine sounded through his throat and the strong arms moved up his back, one holding onto him, and the other coming up to caress his head.

“Shhh. It’s okay, big boy.” Eddie's deep voice sounded, rumbling through his chest. When Eddie had found Steve, he could see the disorientation from a mile away. He grabbed the boy's shoulder firmly, and led him out the door. Finding Robin and giving her a glance, and motioning to Steve.

Robin has dealt with this before, she noticed the bleary eyes and the rosey cheeks. She noticed Steve slipping further, and she excused herself from her friends. She made her way over to Eddie and Steve, pushing through the crowd.

“Hey, Stevie,” She said softly, another whine coming out and he grabbed towards her. “Robbie, I wanna go home,” He slurred. Eddie raised an eyebrow, “Robbie?”

“Shush. It’s alright Stevie, you’re going home now.” She said, softly patting his shoulder.

Tears flowed freely down his face as they moved outside and into Eddie’s van, “Stevie, what’s wrong?” She swiped the tears from his cheeks.

“Eddie knows,” He wailed, “He knows I’m a freak,” and Eddie, who was driving as gently as he could, made eye contact with Robin in the rearview mirror. “Steve. You are not a freak,” She said, firmly but gently. The nurturing tone sounding loud and clear.

Eddie cleared his throat, he decided to be cool. After everything they had been through, after Steve heaved his broken body through the slimy gate, he deserves to be taken care of, to feel safe.

“Yeah. Stevie. It’s okay. I understand,” He said hesitantly.

He pulls into the driveway of Steve’s house, and just as his crying subsides, the sobs pick up again.

Robin grabs his chin, turning his head towards her, “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

“Don’t leave me alone! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” He pleaded with wide eyes, shimmering with tears the boy was willing not to fall. The other two shared a look, hearts shattering simultaneously.

They get Steve inside, reassuring him they will be here when he wakes up, and helping him change into a soft sweater to sleep in. Robin settles him on the couch, knowing he’s comfortable there rather than in his own room.

She and Eddie make their way to the kitchen where they sit at the wooden table. Eddie looks at her expectantly, and she sighs, “It’s not my story to tell. I’ll just say Steve had horrible parents, I guess the wealthy aren’t immune to abusing their kids. I found him like that one morning shortly after starcourt. After vecna and everything… It’s gotten worse,” she sighed and raked a hand through her hair.

Eddie blew out a breath and nodded in understanding. He had seen Steve in school some days, with a black eye and a far off look, similar to the one Steve wore at the party. He sighed, this sucks.

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Steve was 7 again, waking up to an empty house and wet sheets. He crawled out of bed, sniffling, shaking the nightmare from his head, but he couldn’t get the panic to leave. He scittered to the phone in the hall, shaking hands dialing his parents' hotel. “Maria Harrington speaking,”

“Momma,”

He hears an irritated sigh, “What Steve? It’s very late. You should be in bed.” She scolded.

His tears flowed stronger. “Momma, I had a nightmare… I had an accident.” He whimpered.

“Oh god, Steven. You’re not a baby. Clean yourself up and go back to bed. I can’t believe we will have to teach you this lesson again. You’re lucky your father didn’t answer. Now go, Steve. I don’t have time for this.” His mother spat, the dial tone ringing through the phone.

He shook himself, Momma was right, he was not a baby. He could do this. He walked back to his room, turning on the hallway light, small hands grabbing the wet sheets and trodding down the stairs with the bundle in his arms.

He loaded the soiled cloth into the washing machine, pressing start. He hears the front door open. He gasps, maybe Momma had come back, she was going to stay. Or take him with her.

He ran to the foyer, not seeing his mother, but a dark slimy creature. It turned, screeching at him, and a flowery maw inches from his face. He ran as fast as his little legs could take him. Up the stairs, locking his door behind him, hiding under the covers.

The monster burst through his door and took deep strides towards him. It layed a clawed hand on his shoulder and screeched in his face again. Steve screamed, loud and horrid as the monster shook him.

“Momma! Momma, Help! Please!” He screamed.

“Steve,” The monster whispered, his head whipped up in fear. It knew his name.

“Steve!” It roared again, it’s maw chomping down, and Steve shot up.

Heavy, ragged breaths ripping through his throat. He couldn’t focus his eyes, he couldn’t see, he wanted his Momma.

He flinched hard as a soft hand caressed his face, “Stevie, shhhh. You’re safe. You’re safe, okay?” the voice hummed, it was sweet and soft, unlike his mothers. He opened his eyes, “You’re safe, with me. No one else,” the soft voice distorted, and he focused his eyes. Vecna’s blue haunted eyes staring back at him, “It’s over, Steve,” Vecna sneered. Reaching his clawed hand up, and humming. Steve felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Robin was on the couch, frantically trying to wake Steve out of his terror. “Stevie, it’s okay.” She hummed, Eddie watching fearfully.

He decided to make himself useful, scooping Steve into his arms, and rocking back and forth. Not paying any mind to the boy’s wet pants, and tear streaked face.

They had heard him 30 minutes after he fell asleep, shifting, calling for his Momma, one who never came. She was never here. Robin ran to him, trying her best, but it only seemed to push him further into the horor that his mind was creating.

Eddie rocked back and forth, a firm, grounding hold on the boy in his lap. Robin runs a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp, trying to relax his body from the outside.

Steve pried his eyes open, breath ragged and unsteady, he fought his way out of Eddie’s hold, scrambling to the floor. The other two teens looked at eachother, Robin moved first, trying to focus the panicked boy’s mind. She grabbed his chin, much like she did in the van, “Stevie, it’s Robbie. I’m here, I’m always here. Shhh, honey. Please just take a deep breath.”

He was waiting for the voice to distort, but it never did. He felt another body join him and Robin on the floor, maneuvering him so whoever was holding him had their chest pressed to his back. A gentle hand continuing the massage Robin had started earlier. “It’s okay, Stevie,” Eddie's deep comforting voice sounded, so different from his father’s booming and cold voice.

Feeling safe, he began to sob, “Oh. Oh, Stevie. It’s okay buddy.”

“Robbie,” He whined, “I’m here bubba, Eddie’s here too, okay?” She said, Eddie humming in response, chest rumbling against Steve’s back.

Once he had calmed down, no lingering sobbing, breath under control, Robin pulled him to his feet, leading him to the bathroom to change him into clean sweatpants. A blush crept up his neck as he saw Eddie watching them leave, and turning to clean up the couch.

He sniffled as Robin helped him get cleaned up, “Sorry, Robbie,” and she shushed him.

“Steve, you listen to me, okay. You are so strong. Whatever happens, doesn’t change that. You have held on so well, you are so brave. Being Stevie, or Bubba, doesn’t negate that. Not at all.” She told him. He nodded, letting himself be taken care of in a way his parents never did.

They moved back to the now clean couch, Eddie sitting there, softly smiling, “There’s my Stevie, are you feeling better?” He had fully slipped into the “big brother” role. It was easy, he cared for Steve so much, any way he could pay him back, he would.

Steve nodded shyly and plopped down on the couch next to him, curling into Robin who sat with them. Eddie threw a blanket over them, and Steve felt a softness he had never felt before.

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moonshadow-thoughts · 10 months

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What if I never find a place and people where I belong? What if I will be alone and lonely for the rest of my life? What if that's all there will ever be?

#thoughts #my thoughts #introvert #introverted #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #textpost #writing #alone #loner #lonely life #lonely #loneliness #being alone #not belonging #no friends #no relationship

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evi-ie · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

YANDERE!XIAO X FEM!READER

Warnings:modern!AU,yandere,yandere themes,fem!reader,unhealthy/toxic relationship,manipulative behavior,kidnapping,obsessive behavior,cuss words,strict!parents

A/n:This is my first fanfiction,so if I didn't mention a warning pls tell me.Also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes

Today was not the best day... You just got your history test and well for you your grade was low..Oh well,at least you got the best grade of all the students in your class.

"Why are you so sad? You got the best grade in the class! Not like the test was easy." You heard a familiar voice say as the girl sat next to you,it was your best friend Xiangling.

You sigh.

"I know, it's just that I don't think my parents will really like this after they come back"

Your parents are really strict when it was about your grades you always had to be the best in the class,you always had to have the best grade.Its not like you had any other choice because if you didnt obey there would be consequences... Right now they are on a business trip for two months,but they did send you money so you could pay the bills of the house and buy food.

"It's not like you can turn back time and correct your mistakes" "Anyway! I made you a bento because I know you can't cook!" Said Xiangling.

"Your a lifesaver!I forgot to bring food today."

Xiangling handed you the bento and you opened it.You were really shocked,it was a bear shaped onigiri.

"God! How did you manage to make these! They look so cute,I bet the are really tasty!"You say as happily as you could.

"Are those popsicles?"a boy said. "No they're not Chongyun" another boy said that was next to him and facepalmed. "Hello guys" you waved at them. "Hello" Xingqiu and Chongyun said in unison. As you all started a conversation you started eating the onigiri "It's so tasty!"you said and Xiangling giggled in response." Really? Can i have some?" Chonyun said "Of course not! Its mine! Xiangling made it for me!" You said snatching the food away before he could "Hey!" He said. "I mean she is right" Xingqiu said "HUH?"

Xiangling the entire time was trying to hold her laugh this entire time. You stopped eating and put the bento in your bag to stop you and Chongyun so you two wouldn't fight over some food.

After a while you felt someone staring at you sending chills down your spine. As time passed you started worrying. The bell suddenly rang meaning that school ended for the day, now you could go home to relax.

"Guys I have to go" you said.

"So early?" Xiangling said

"Yeah,I'm sorry I will make it up for you another day"

"Yay!" You packed your things and you waved at them and said "See you later" "Bye" all of them said.

As you were walking down the hall you stopped feeling someone was watching you.As you were about to leave you heard a sound as you got closer to the gate and you noticed that it was raining. You didn't even had an umbrella.

"Oh God, now what?" You then felt someone poking your shoulder."Huh?" It was a man as tall as you." Hello there Xiao,what are you doing here?" To be honest in the past you really liked Xiao but he didn't even know your existence so you stopped trying to get his attention,but you still have a small crush on him.

"Didn't we agree we would do that project in my house?" 'Oh shit I totally forgot' you thought "Yeah your right" you said

"Thankfully I have an umbrella...we can use it to go there" he said looking away blushing.

"Okay its not like I have any other choice I wouldn't want to get wet"

And with that he took out his umbrella and went with you to his house

When you finally got there,you took your shoes off and got straight to work,you wanted to finish this as soon as possible so you could go home and relax. After all that was the last homework you had to do because the teachers somehow decided to not give you homework.

After a while you had to use the restroom so you asked for directions,it was your first time in his house and it was big.

After you got the directions you headed up the stairs and you started walking toward the bathroom but of course you went exactly past it.

You opened the door...your eyes widened

There was a whole room with pictures of you and only you. Because you were an idiot you stepped in the room and examined it.

There were so many pictures and wherever you were you could see hearts.

Before you could step any further you felt something soft covering half of your face.Your vision started to blur,you tried to hit whoever that was but he was a lot of stronger than you.

Before everything faded you turned around and saw Xiao's face,his eyes had heart-shaped pupils.

"Sweet dreams....Love"

That's the last thing you heard and everything went black.

#genshin xiao #adeptus xiao #genshin impact #yandere #yandere xiao #yandere themes #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #unhealthy relationships #no relationship

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fic-ive-read · 1 year

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