Okay, I'll be nice and I'm gonna shove all the fic titles in one single ask. Feel free to pick and choose as you please <3
of wind and roots
welly boots
what about me?
time is a philosophical concept, you know
(legal) breaking and entering
broken soda bottle
dust
broken nail
alright, everyone get in the car
dust:
“It’ll take everything I have.”
Leo’s chest aches. He holds himself steady, doesn’t waver, not even for a moment. Casey is already looking like he’s about to start fussing over the wound in his side and he cannot lose his nerve now.
…
But fuck, Mikey is still his baby brother.
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what about me?:
“Never do that again,” Donnie rasps, squeezing Leo’s hand in his.
“I know,” Leo answers, voice quiet. “I know, Dee, I—“
“I mean it,” Donnie reaches into the part of himself that had to consider the impossible: that he could have really, truly lost him. That there’s a world where he has to live the rest of his life without his annoying, self-sacrificial, idiot twin by his side. He takes hold of the bitter, selfish feeling that he finds and pulls. “Let the world end next time.”
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(legal) breaking and entering:
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?”
“Positive,” Cassandra answers, as if she isn’t in the process of snapping a padlock off the door. She snatches her hockey stick back from him as she stands, and throws the door open so hard she nearly yanks it off it’s hinges
“Well,” She says, stepping to the side. “Ladies first.”
Or: Raph needs to have some fun. Casey needs to blow off some steam. Tonight they’re killing two birds with one stone.
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of wind and roots:
It’s early summer, and the sky is cloudless and blue. When he tilts his head back it takes up the whole of his vision, like he could fall up into it if he loses his footing. The concrete beneath him stays blessedly solid, the rooftop winds don’t whisk him away.
The sky should be red, Casey thinks to himself, tucking it away in the back of his mind like a guilty secret. He misses the red sky.
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