#New York is cringe tho

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the beginning

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

--

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina. 

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

--

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.” 

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

--

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

--

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.” 

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

--

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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[msmk11]

Never Ever

Tony Stark x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Fluff; mentions of lunch?; Tony Stark being a gentleman 😅

Summary: Your new boss never ever does one-on-ones

Day 28 of mk’s mad dash

You’re finally starting to feel your first-day-nerves settle, and it’s a relief. After getting some one-on-one time this morning with Natasha, your boss’ previous assistant, the job doesn’t seem all that bad.

Though first-day nerves are normal, you suppose they’ve been exacerbated by the fact that you would be working for Avenger and billionaire Tony Stark. Natasha has assured you that despite his powers and influence, he’s really all bark and no bite, and that you’ll have no problem “handling him.”

Still, it’s hard to know if you 100% believe her, seeing as you’ve yet to actually meet your boss.

Regardless, Natasha has just left you to go to some Avengers meeting, so you feel relieved to know that you probably have a solid hour before you finally, hopefully (or not hopefully) meet Mr. Stark.

You decide that your first order of business is to decorate your desk with a few keepsakes from home and pictures of your friends and family.

Right in between your two monitors you set your little rubber ducks- one pink and one yellow. You neatly set out your dark blue coffee mug in the right corner and a picture frame of your cat in the other.

The last things to go up are your pictures. With a handful of thumb tacks, you stick them on the cork board walls surrounding your desk. A couple of the pictures you put up are you with your family- all of you bearing happy smiles on vacation or a holiday. Others are with your friends- your roommates from college, your old high school coworker, and your childhood best friend, Thomas.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

As you adjust the picture of you and Thomas you smirk. It’s a question you’ve both gotten many times, and the answer is always “No. that’s my best friend Tho-“

You look up from the picture and stop mid-sentence, eyes widening as you realize that you’re talking so very casually to none other than your boss.

“Oh! Uhm, Mr. Stark! Hi!” You stutter, introducing yourself, “I’m your new assistant.”

You cringe, “though I’m sure you figured that much out yourself.”

Your boss scans you seriously and then breaks out a smirk, “Please, loosen up around me- I’m just your average playboy, billionaire, superhero. And call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father’s name.”

An exasperated chuckle escapes you and you nod, “right, okay. Sorry, Tony. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The brunette motions for you to follow him and you oblige.

“You as well. You know, Natasha spoke very highly of you after your interview, so I’ve been very curious to meet the one who impressed the Black Widow.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks against your will, and you’re glad Tony is looking forward as he walks and not at you.

“I guess I’ll have to thank her for the glowing recommendation.”

You arrive outside what you assume is Tony’s office- given its size and grandeur.

Tony confirms your suspicions a second later. He opens the door and gestures for you to go in first.

You let out a meek thank you and scurry in, moving off to the side so he can follow. His office is impressive to say the least. It’s spacious and really, really fancy. His desk is made of the sleekest dark wood with two high-tech computers adorning its surface. Tony has the most wonderful view too- a huge window looking out onto the rooftops of New York’s most beautiful skyscrapers.

An “oh wow,” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Your boss lets out a chuckle at your awe and nods for you to go look. You make your way over to the window and lean your hands against the windowsill.

“I already knew I loved New York. But this. I mean, wow.”

Tony joins you, standing at your side, “it is quite a view.”

The awe in his voice is obvious and you glance over at him. But he’s not looking at the city. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, trailing off.

Your boss holds your gaze for a second before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Anyways, I just wanted to get you acquainted with where my office is and get to know you a little. I’m assuming Natasha explained all your tasks to you?”

You nod, “Yes, she did. But…sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, don’t you have an Avengers meeting right now?”

Tony looks down at his watch and curses, “Steve is going to kill me.”

Then he looks up at you with a smirk, “Already doing pretty damn good at your job though.”

He heads towards his office door but hesitates when he grabs the handle, “I stand by what I said, by the way. I do want to get to know you. Lunch is on me today, at noon. You can meet me out in the lobby.”

Once you nod affirmatively at him, Tony opens the door and leaves, another muttered curse reaching your ears as you follow him out.

You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork before lunch when Natasha sidles up to your desk.

“Hey hot stuff,” she teases.

You give her a weird look, “Heyyyy Natasha?”

“So, a little birdie told me that Tony’s taking you out to lunch.”

Excitement overtakes your confusion, “oh yeah! He is! I actually need to be down in the lobby in five minutes.”

Natasha smiles at you like she knows something you don’t.

“What?!”

“Is this Tony’s new assistant?” a voice adds.

It’s a man- Hawkeye, you think.

He extends his hand with a smirk, “My name’s Clint, nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand firmly, but your eyes don’t leave the redhead’s face.

“Pleasure, really. But what’s going on, Natasha?”

“Tony’s taking you to lunch,” she huffs.

“Yeah? And? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal,” a third voice adds.

This one, you know for sure.

Pepper Potts.

“It’s just lunch,” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“Stark doesn’t do ‘just lunch’,” Clint tells you matter-of-factly, “never ever.”

“Not when I was his assistant,” Natasha states.

“Or when I was before Natasha,” Pepper adds.

“Tony does company lunches sure, but never ever one-on-one,” Clint finishes.

Your stomach flips nervously in your stomach.

“So then why me? Why how?”

The redhead looks at you with that smirk of hers again, “who’s to know?”

She looks at her watch, “and I believe you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

You jump up from your chair, cursing.

“We’ll talk later.”

You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you walk to the elevator.

For as tall as the building is, the ride down in the elevator is fast. When you emerge into the lobby, you’re relieved to find that you beat Tony downstairs.

Only by a few seconds though, it seems, because he emerges from another elevator only moments later.

He spots you instantly and gives you the smile you always see him use on the news.

When he approaches you, he brushes your arm gently, guiding the both of you to where his car is stowed away- A car that is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen, nicer even than your own home.

Like a gentleman, your boss grabs your door before you can and opens it for you. He extends his other hand to help you into the low-riding car and you willingly accept. When your palms touch, a spark shoots up your arm and you just barely withhold a shiver.

Then, the door shuts resoundly.

*****

You don’t bother reaching for your door handle, because you know you’ll only be stopped before you even get the chance.

Tony is around to the passenger side door so fast you wonder if he hopped out while the car was still rolling.

The brunette holds out his hand to help you out of the car and sparks run through your body at his touch, even after all this time.

Once he’s shut the door behind you, his hand moves from yours to wrap around your waist and rest lovingly on your hip.

“Why thank you, Mr. Stark,” you tease, “quite the gentleman.”

Tony presses a searing kiss to your lips that sends your stomach up in butterflies.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Stark.”

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANON / how the turtles text

A lot can be said from how someone express themselves through texting, so this is just some crack / light headcanons !

Not really based on a single version per say, more that turtles have been deprived of social interaction for the majority of their life and I think texting them would be an very interesting experience lol

Idea based on @avery73 last random turtle post (thanks for being one of our strongest soldiers and writing wonderful pieces 🫡) English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread this, if there is any grammatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

Mikey

🎢 Single texts

🎢 Just like this

🎢 Loads of it

🎢 You got 60 new messages

🎢 in the past 2 minutes

🎢 Loads of gifs too

🎢 And voice memos

🎢Oh look

🎢6 personality tests links

🎢What do you mean you won’t do it

🎢He needs to know what kind of cupcake you are!!!!

🎢 And music recs

🎢 Your phone won’t stop vibrating

🎢 for the next weeks

🎢 After you meet him (Honestly really annoying unless you have a crush on him)

🎢 For the latinos/latinas; if he EVER finds out about WhatsApp and the stickers. Oh you are so done. If you have an older phone that shit WILL blow up / malfunction for SURE

🎢 uses TONS OF EMOJIS !!!!! 😍😍😝🤪😋🤩AND CAPS AS WELL!!! 🥳😽✌️👅🗣️

🎢Mikey live reaction when you ask if he’s upset that you asked him to tone it down a notch with the texting on a busy day:

🎢 Will lowkey tone it down with the emojis when he finds out some ppl find it cringe, but with his angels cakes ???????? 🫵 YOU BET 🗣️ HE WILL SHOW YOU WITH IT 💋🫦💅🏻🤳🏼💃🏻🕺🏽🙈🦋🌺🧡🌚🌻🔥💥🌟

🎢Will accidentally send you some random ass emoji that wasn’t supposed to be on the context of the text, also the autocorrect is def not his friend

Mikey : how’s it going baby gorila

Mikey: babygirl*

Mikey:

Mikey: I’m sorry

🎢 adds emojis to very contacts in his t-phone:

Leo: Leader of the pack 🐺 🐢 🫡

Donnie: Eistein 📚🧬⚗��� (Raph also shares this name on his t-cell)

Raph: Murderous teddy bear 🧸 🧨

Splinter: Mafia Boss 🪤 (no one knows about this name tho)

April: Chanel N.6 🎤(or World of Apes 🦧 lmao)

Casey: New York Hockey League 🏒

Vern: Some dude (adds 🦅 so he knows it’s Vern and not “some random dude”)

Y/n: angelcakes pookie wookie baby boo boo love of my life !!!!!! 😍🥰👀🧚🏻‍♂️

🎢Mikey live reaction when Raph yells at him to stop flooding the chat, followed by mikey texting him “make me” (they are sitting next to each other):

Donnie

🔭Huge blocks of it in the speed of light. many topics, many questions and also explanations at just one sitting

🔭But won’t hold back on a smart ass short cut response for one his brothers (literally has the sharpest tongue)

🔭Will hardly uses emojis, only when it’s a single text to express an emotion (most current used emojis: 🤓when he does something impressive 💜: for y/n 🙄: when venting about something annoying Leo / Mikey / Raph did)

🔭Will want to discuss random ass problems he has encountered in his projects, in forums online, specially if you ever show interest in debating / doesnt hold back into showing your strong opinions

🔭 Has named their brothers as “Failed Lab Experiments” and managed to color code their messages (has the only t-phone that has this feature)

🔭Donnie creating the most unique and smartass way to charge his phone just cuz he can:

🔭Deadass his reaction when texting his crush 👀:

🔭 Has modified Mikey’s phone so he doesn’t have access to emojis for a whole week after his baby brother decided to spam him “out of no where” (after Donnie won consecutively 10 Mario Kart matches AND ate the last 2 slices of cold pizza)

🔭Result: mikey spammed EVEN MORE and only spoke to EVERYONE by Japanese emojis. Leo and Raph begged demanded that donnie install his emojis back cuz they were DONE with the whole situation

Failed lab experiment N.4: ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (♡´౪`♡)

Failed lab experiment N.1: Stop.

Failed lab experiment N.4: ┬┴┬┴┤ᵒᵏ (･_├┬┴┬┴ Failed lab experiment N.4: (;﹏;)

Failed lab experiment N.2: You stupid IDIOT Failed lab experiment N.2: look what you've done now he’s sad

🔭 Donnie also has to deal with his brothers thinking he is their personal Google (he will always answer their questions, even out of spite):

Failed lab experiment N.4: Donnie what’s a Cochlear implant

Successful lab experiment: A small, complex electronic device that can help to provide a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard-of-hearing. The implant consists of an external portion that sits behind the ear and a second portion that is surgically placed under the skin.

Failed lab experiment N.4: :0 yikes

Failed lab experiment N.4: Okay thanks!!!!

Successful lab experiment: Stop asking me stuff when you can just Google it.

Failed lab experiment N.4: But I like talking to you 🙀😔

Failed lab experiment N.4: You are my favorite turtle Siri!!! 😉

Successful lab experiment: I’d prefer if I wasn’t... Also, why are you curious about cochlear implants?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey!!!!!

(He still doesn’t know why)

Raph

🥊 Barely uses emojis. Lowkey barely texts? doesn't see the appeal to it, rather prefer to hang out with you 1 on 1 than being far away from you (will never ever admit to it. maybe after 3 years in a relationship)

🥊as a friend: he wont be the one spiking a conversation, but might keep going if he's truly bored (this is prone to happen during daylight / evening when they still can't go out) but will probably be the one to ask to hang out when he needs an outlet and such 🥊*sees messages* eh i'll reply later *completely forgets about it*

🥊 will effortlessly take the most breath-taking pictures of new york during patrol and send it to you 🥊 if you are already his s/o / someone he trusts: will most likely text you to ask about stuff (if you need anything or something he needs from topside) or to diss / vent / gossip about his brothers 🥊 will send embarrassing pictures of his brothers to you cuz he can't deal with that shit alone lmao

🥊 will either be pretty clueless with the most random ass stuff or out of propose just to tease you: y/n: jniasunoakpfa raph: what was that y/n: keyboard smash? raph: how do i do that y/n: just press anything raph: 7 🥊 Raph Live reaction as soon as he realizes he has feelings for you:

🥊 Also Raph Live reaction when he comes to terms with this feelings and has an excuse to ignore Leo (even if he doesnt like texting) just bc he can ignore Leo as he pleases:

Leo

🎏 Perfect texts 🎏 looks like an email/letter sometimes 🎏 to most people: 1 message with divided topics. pretty direct 🎏 when he can't reply right away: "Hello. I'm happy you wrote to me. I try to reply promptly but currently I'm not available at the moment-" Like omg bro RELAX. 🎏 to his s/o: 70% direct, the other 30% likes to send little reminders, either with songs or pretty things she has seen during a patrol with a "thinking of you" message. lowkey romantic when he doesn't even mean to be, def shows how thoughtful he is 🎏 prefers to call you rather than texting. especially if you are dating/has a crush on you he might not even realize why he likes calling you so much, until it hits like a brick that he just wants to hear your voice 🎏Leo when he calls you and doesn't know when to "intervene" / his time to talk back (god forbid he's unpolite and interrupts you):

lowkey him listening to April vent about smth dumb shit Casey did /any human friend venting and he doesnt know how to react lmao 🎏Just like Donnie, has favorite emojis and will only use it in specific situations (this will take time for it to happen, like after years Donnie first invented the t-phone and finally relized he didn't had to be so formal when texting): 🐢 when talking about team work or his brothers / 🪷 for meditating or mindfulness (thinks its peaceful) / 💙 for his boo and his boo only / 😏 only in a relationship, especially when he's feeling scipy (extremely rare for it to happen over text tho)

——————————————————————————

Group chat (more than one reaction)

💚 catching social cues irl can be hard, you are telling me there are hidden social cues in texting too??

💚 “Nah shut up” group, doesn’t care much about it and won’t change their ways: Leo, Raph

💚 Will research about it, will talk to every single human he knows (yes. you. Vern. Casey and April) Needs to know the social cues. NOW: lmao try to guess

💚 Also needs to know, but for meme reasons, he has to say up to date w the terminology/ slangs: another hard guess /j

💚 Oh btw, Donnie totally uses /j /Tw /srs terminology WHILE he texts fast AND huge text blocks. none of his brothers know how he does it

💚Will over use fresh lingo he has learned overhearing humans on patrol, shows, from his humans friends to the point it’s almost unbearable: Mikey 💚Live reaction of Raph and Leo trying to understand when Mikey or Donnie spamming the group chat with their extremely recent memes or hyperfixations:

💚the chat WILL be flooded with things related to their favorite basketball teams, show they want to see or dumbass pictures of their daily lifes, example: Mikey: *has sent an selfie*

Mikey: you know y/n

Mikey:If you’re fortunate enough

Mikey: your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in absolute darkness

Mikey: but mine?

April: oh boy here we go

Mikey: Hasn’t. 😏😏😏

Y/n: Oh?

Mikey: *send another selfie flexing muscles* you see when you fight crime everyday-

Raph: yeah he shallowed a glow stick

[taffycandyqt]

Hi, I was wondering for if I could submit this prompt when requesting. It’s kind of similar to ember’s and wade’s dynamic in Elemental and it’s slightly angsty but it’s mostly lighthearted.

-It includes Donnie from the 2012 show and the reader. The premise is that the two started to bond during the three months they were refugees at the farm during season three due to the Kraang Invasion, The reader starts to develop feelings for Donnie as the feeling is mutual, but he’s quick to deny it- due to fearing of being turned down again and having a complex where he views himself as a freak due to being a mutant turtle and not being able to fit in with society and happily accepted.

-the reader tries to confess to Donnie on how they love him in the woods but he’s quick to shut them down(even if it’s mutual) : saying that it could never work out due to them being different species and how he’s just a mutant and could never make the reader happy in the end. The reader comforts Donnie and they have a heart to heart and Donnie reconsiders the confession.

I was actually sooooooo excited to write this you have no idea!!!! Ngl tho this turned out way longer then I thought it would and I kept getting stumped and then taking like month long breaks so sorry this one took so long!😶

Okay, listen!

2012 Donnie x reader

Fluff! Slight angst, comfort

After the Kraang invaded New York everyone moved to live in April's old farm house you and Donnie ended up getting closer than you originally thought. You guys are friends but your feelings have changed. Donnie always thought you would be happy with a human partner so now you're left with a broken heart and no best friend.

"Donnie, your not just a mutant," said April. Donnie had come to apologize to her about the way he acts towards her. Which is fair. While he didn't mean any harm it was good he was starting to understand boundaries.

You had been bringing groceries back to the farmhouse and saw April and Donnie talking. You could use some help with the bags so you decided to enlist Donnie's help bringing them in.

"hey Donnie, April!" You greeted.

"Hi y/n!" Donnie replied.

"O-oh hey, y/n." April seemed to feel a bit awkward.

"Hey D, when you get the chance could you help me bring in the groceries?"

"Oh sure y/n! Sorry what were you gonna say April?"

"Um- well... just that. I care about you Donnie, mutant or not."

You had made it inside after hearing that and set the groceries on the counter before turning to head back outside. Donnie met you in the kitchen and you two walked back out to the car to grab everything else.

Walking back to the farmhouse you decided to ask.

"You mind if I ask what you and April where chatting about?"

"Nothing really. I was just saying sorry for making her uncomfortable. And that I didn't realize what I was doing until bigfoot came along. Now I just feel like an idiot, ya know? Everyone told me it was creepy, even you!"

"It happens to everyone, sometimes people just need to learn things from first hand experience. Now you know and you won't make the same mistake again." You shrugged. You never did care for his shenanigans but you made sure to tell him when he crossed the line.

"Yeah, never again." He cringed at the thought. Even though he was relieved the situation with April was finally over he couldn't help the fact that it still hurt. Yeah, he understands that April doesn't like him and why. It certainly doesn't help, though, that this whole situation picked at a prominent insecurity of his like an old itchy scab. That being that he will probably never be loved that way.

Because he's just an ugly mutant.

As he helped you put everything away he became lost in his own thoughts. As a result, however, you couldn't help but notice his crestfallen expression. Racking your brain to find a way to comfort him only one thing came to mind. Out of all the brothers you were least close to Donnie. You guys never really had much to talk about. And as curious as you were about his inventions he was usually to preoccupied to answer questions or you were swept away by someone else before you could ask any.

Now though, there was nothing urgent or exciting (even if it was new) that would demand your attention.

"Hey D, you working on anything new since we got here?" You asked while putting the last of the food in the pantry. It was a simple question really, but you figured it was better than nothing.

"huh? Sorry did you say something?" He blinked.

"I said you working on any new contraptions lately or have you just been settling in?" Now turning from the cupboards to look at him. He stared at you blankly for a second more before confusion shifted into his face. He must not have expected you to ask. Makes sense, you never have before.

"I- Well I have been working on something but I'm not very far its a- well it's kinda like... it would probably just be better if I showed you. I- if, you want." He ran through his works sprinted through those stutters and punctuated his sentence with a swift look at the floor.

"Sure, I'm free right now, as it happens." You joked to lift the thin bed sheet of awkward that had seemed to settle over the two of you.

"Oh. Okay, uuuh follow me."

He didn't laugh. To be fair he didn't need to but you've been wondering for a while if you have a bad sense of humor soooo, ya know, that was fun.

Regardless you followed him to the old barn where he set up shop. Old tools and scrap metal where strewn across the desk he stopped at. He then promptly turned around and stepped out of the way to awkwardly present his unfinished work at the center of the desk. He was right, he was not very far with it at all. You had no idea what you were looking at. Regardless you stepped closer, gave it a good looksie without touching it, and then turned to Donnie.

"Explain it to me."

He looked at you like you had shown him the answer to all the worlds most complicated scientific questions. It didn't take long for him to knock back into reality though, and when he did oh boy. You opened a whole new book, and this book, it made you feel like you never learned to read. Luckily, Donnie was never short of words to help your understanding.

And that is how you bff-ness started. The two of you were practically inseparable, neither of you realized how well you meshed until that fateful day and how boy did you both of you feel you missed out. Infact, you went from being the least close in the whole group to being tweedle Don and tweedle Dum Dumb.

Not to say that you were dumb, you just did stupid crap and convinced Donnie to do it with you. At first, people either didn't care or was happy that you guys grew closer. However, as time went on people either wouldn't care, or be extremely annoyed by your guys' constant "experiments" in the woods.

(when Leo woke up though, he was just concerned tbh. Like: Ohmygoshnoooooooo😰)

And by experiments, well, there was the time you guys lit a tree up and almost started a forest fire. Or that time you insisted that you knew your mushrooms and convinced Donnie to help you make a soup with some, only to get yourselves massively sick. And let's not forget the time you jumped off a tall rock into a small lake only to realize that that small lake was infact just a really big puddle.

As April would put it, you two got along like a house fire. Which is another incident you two almost caused, just... ya know... in the barn. So its not as bad!

You and Donnie were chilling in the barn like you normally did when you weren't trying to get yourself killed (allegedly). Donnie had long since finished his explanation on this device for testing April's brain waves. You two sat in comfortable silence as you daydreamed tilting on your chair, legs propped up on the back of the sad excuse of a truck. Inevitably you tilted to far and fell to the floor with a loud WHOMP!

Donnie turned around concerned for you wellbeing, like a normal person. However before he can say a word you speak.

"Hey D, you ever use a magnifying glass to burn messages into stuff?" Staying put on your place on the floor not seeming to bothered.

"no?"

At this you grin up at him and whipp out a magnifying glass from your pocket.

"Would you like to?"

Gosh that smile. He learned pretty quickly that whenever you smiled like that you were gonna do something. You were set to enjoy yourself wether he came along or not. Like the puddle incident. he tried to tell you it seemed to shallow but you did NOT care. He couldn't stop you from jumping but he could stop you from breaking your tailbone. And when he went to catch you the force of your fall threw him right on his butt with a loud splash. No one hurt, (yes you were, you just couldn't tell yet) just drenched. You guys just sat there laughing for a good while before you finally admitted you should have listened to him.

That's when he decided that even if is was stupid he'd at least tag along for the fun of it. And that's what led him behind the chicken coop looking for broken boards or thick sticks to burn creepy messages. You wanted to scatter them around the forest and see what would happen if the others found them. It seemed to be a harmless enough prank. That is until you actually got to burning the stuff.

You both began buring your messages on the sicks behind the barn. Donnie having chosen a classic 'I'm watching' with you deciding on 'you smell different awake'.

"You're so weird." Donnie laughed.

"Perhaps, but you can't tell me that the idea of someone sniffing you in your sleep isn't creepy."

"I feel like someone sniffing you awake without you noticing is the creeper implication there."

You both continued debating about wether it was creeper to be sniffed unknowingly asleep or awake. During said debate, without realizing, you continued to point the magnifying glass at perfect angle towards your stick.

And after a little bit of a back and forth between you and Donnie he stopped you.

"hey do you smell something burning?" You look back at your stick right as a small fire erupts on it. You were kneeling pretty far over you stick and the fire was almost right in your face. You freaked, jumping out of your skin and kicking the stick away from you.

Right. Into. The barn.

"Oops." Is all you said as the fire started to eat up the dry wood of the ancient barn wall.

You and Donnie kicked into panic mode as you both started frantically fanning the flames with your jacket in hope of blowing out the fire. Unfortunately for you the fire was already at the point of no return. Fanning it would only blow the flames further up the barn. After realizing that was only making it worse you started to kick the wall in hopes of stomping out the flames. Donnie, meanwhile, nervously shuffled in place looking for and thinking of anything he could possibly use to put out the fire. About to head in one direction before stopping and changing trajectory only to stop again to repeat the same panicked tango. Throughout this whole disaster you were both screaming at each other. Either about ideas to put the fire out or incomprehensible fear.

Eventually due to all the racket Leo and Raph came outside to see what the frick was going on. Leo, because he was trying to meditate, and Raph because you both needed to shut up.

When they saw what whas happening however, they went from annoyed to frantic real fast. Raph went inside to fill a bucket with water while Leo grabbed the hose to do the same. When Raph ran through the house he grabbed Mikey's attention as he was walking down the stairs. Then he got April and Casey's who were in the kitchen when he started impatiently filling said bucket.

Not answering any of their questions from the moment he got to the kitchen to the moment he ran out all three curious teens followed him to the smoking barn. There was no bucket by the hose so Leo had opted to just bringing the hose to the fire however the water couldn't quite reach so he was pouring water into yours and Donnies hands. You both threw water on the fire that had almost entirely engulfed flames. Safe to say, it wasn't doing much. That's when Raph splashed the wall with the contents of the bucket and put out a big portion of the fire. He then grabbed the hose from Leo's hands and began to fill up the bucket more. April yelled to you and Donnie, and motioned to Casey and Mikey. You all followed her to the basement where more buckets lie and ran back out side. Safe to say with all the water and everyone helping out the fire was finally quenched.

Luckily it all happened pretty quickly only the outside of the one wall was singed. April was not happy about it though and wanted an explanation. You were quick to confess and now your not allowed to touch glass.

Over the time that you and Donnie would spend together at the farm house you would continue to bring that incident up. While the others were less enthused about your jokes you and Donnie couldn't help but laugh.

On this specific occasion you were looking for frogs in the woods while telling Donnie a sleep a terrible dad jokes. Not a single one had made him laugh, but you knew what would.

"Stop, I think I'm gonna flatline from how bad your jokes are." Donnie motioned dramatically.

"Oh come on don't be like that. I'm on FIRE right now."

There it is.

"Pffffft. Nooo!" He giggled, "You can't just bring that up every time you tell a sucky joke."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I am incredibly talented when it comes to, lighting up a room."

A small pause was shared between you before the hysteria finally hit. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it really that funny? No. But you guys loved it.

Donnie loved it.

He loved your laugh. Your infectious smile. The way you looked at him like you really saw him. The way you listened to him like you were really hearing him. The way you would ask questions right as he was about to finish and egg him on further. The way you would say 'explain it to me', every time he showed you a new invention. Truthfully he could just start telling you but it made his heart jump in his throat in the best way. The way you would study whatever he was making trying to figure out what it is, only to turn to him with shiney eyes to say those four perfect words.

But honestly, these walks and in the forest were his favorite. Not all of them ended in disaster and when they didn't, they were usually quite comfortable. You two used to chat about your lives back in New York but eventually you both ran out of interesting things to say. So you stuck to talking about events at the farm house but there usually want much to talk about then either. Seeing as you two spent practically every waking moment together.

Even still, the silence was comfortable. It was easy to enjoy your presence. Man if he knew having a best friend would be this great he definitely would have focused less on his crush. His feelings for you were completely different from his feelings towards April in the past. He wanted to die every time he said almost anything to April, but with you? I knew he could say anything, stupid or not, and he'd be okay. And if he went to far? You told him, he'd apologize, you guys would move on, and vise versa.

"hey D?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing lately?"

"huh? What do you mean?... I've been doing, fine... I guess. Why do you ask?

"Well- I mean. Uhhhhhm. It's just, it's been like a month since the whole bigfoot... situation. Just wanted to check in. See how your feeling ya know?" You shrugged and kept your eyes trained on the floor while you kicked a rock.

Donnie look at you and then back forward. There's another thing you do. His family and friends care about his general well being but none of them go out of their way to ask him if he was okay randomly. He felt just fine in the moment and to most that was good enough.

"Yeah I'm feeling good. It was kinda hard at first, but I got over it a lot faster than I thought I would." Gosh had it only be a month? If you asked before then he would have told you that April was his soulmate. Now? She's definitely just a good friend. Maybe even a sister with the amount of time she spent with him and his brothers.

"Good good." You nodded. You were honestly really happy for him. You knew he was setting himself up for disappointment with April, your just glad it over.

You kept your eyes trained on the dirt in front of you. Not cuz you felt awkward anymore, that feeling was dismissed when Donnie answered your question. So no, not that. You couldn't look at him right now. Not when he basically told you, you might have a chance. Admittedly you've always thought he was the most attractive of his brothers, and you always admired his creativity and skill. But, he liked April, and there was no way you were A. getting in the middle of that whole mess, or B. signing up for having your exact house address known at all times down to the meter. However, not only has he realize that was overstepping, but he doesn't like her anymore! So can you really be blamed for smiling a little to wide at the news?

As you finished you walk and went back to the farmhouse you decided now was the time to start dropping hints. You want to be sure there was at least a 50% chance of him liking you back. Was that low? To some, maybe, but you could never be 100% sure unless he told you.

As you walked up the porch and approached the front door you leaned into Donnie softly. Like a gentle nudge almost. The first step would be to initiate more physical contact. You wanted to ease into ease into it. Jumping straight into cheek kissing like April did could end wrong in so many ways. Donnie looked at you with a quirked "eyebrow" and a slight smile like he was asking like you 'whatca' need silly?'. You simply shrugged to communicate you didn't need anything and walked into the house.

After dinner you and Donnie went back to the barn with some blankets, planning to spend a late night there. One for Donnie so he didn't get cold while he worked and one thick one for you so you didn't get cold while you sat in the truck and played games like two truths and a lie with him.

You both enter the barn and head to your respective places.

"This truck is such a lost cause." You chuckled.

"you say that everytime we stay up here."

"Because it's the truth! This truck is sad and in pain. It's old and decrepit and needs to rest. You and Casey need to let it die."

"The only way I let that truck die is if someone dies in it."

"Dang, I guess I'll have to make the noble sacrifice then."

"You say that like the car may or may not explode at any moment and you shaking into up isn't making it more likely."

At this you look up at Donnie and stop you settling into the rusty vehicle immediately. Surprise evident on your face served with a hint of actual concern. Donnie looked back at you with an unwavering expression of deadpanned unconcern.

"Gotcha."

"OH YOU JERK! I was legit worried I would actually DIE in this crappy car!"

"Didn't you call dying in that car a, what was it again? 'noble sacrifice'?"

"Oh shut up and work on your nerd thing!"

He stuck his tongue out at you and you stuck your back. You both chuckled and he turned to his work desk while you whipped out your phone. Eventually you started a game of guess the hummed song. You usually won since Donnie preferred to work in silence and never felt a need to develop a large playlist. It was fun none the less and ended when the night finally got too late and you fell asleep.

"There." He said as he finished up a part of his invention, "Hey y/n-". He paused when he noticed you fast asleep. Sighing as he moved towards you. You being fast asleep ment it had gotten too late, and while you both planned to stay out here late, he figured now was a good a time as any to go inside and get some proper sleep. He went to pick you up but before he could his breath caught.

You were deeply snuggled into your blanket rapping yourself tight in your makeshift cocoon of cotton. Your face smushed against the edge of the blanket with your body hunched as far in on itself as it can be. You looked so small and soft and... precious.

No.

He couldn't start up that sort of train of though again. He just got out of a nightmare situation with April. He no longer sought her out in any romantic way and was perfectly content being friends. That, however, did not change the simple fact that you would never be happy with someone like him. He was a freak. Whenever you thought of a romantic relationship you probably thought of doing all that normal romantic stuff like going on dinner dates or to the movies. Normalcy is something he would never be able to give you. What he could give you? Was some stolen trash and alien tech welded together and a T-phone.

Donnie took whatever feeling your squishy sleepy face had ripped to the surface and shoved it right back where it should have stayed. For your sake, and his.

Unfortunately for him attempting to sleep after returning you to your room would prove to be quite the difficult task. Images of your smiling face and sounds of your voice plagued his mind. He could so perfectly picture your focused eyes trained on where ever he directed your eyes. The thoughts of you shook him to his soul and he began to realize how the difference between his feelings for you and April wasn't in romantic inclinations. No. Rather it was in sure intensity and comfortability. He realized a bit to late the sheer depths of his affections. This time however he was determined to keep them to himself.

The next morning you detached yourself from your bed later in the day than the others. When the time came to pull together some sort of meal for yourself, you decided to go the simple route and microwave a premade breakfast. Opening the freezer you greeted ice cream kitty with a pat on the head and in return, she handed you exactly what you were looking for.

As you stared at the microwave heating your mediocre food Donnie made his way into the kitchen. He looked much more out of it than you. You could only assume that after he moved you inside to get some proper rest that he spent the rest of the night at work.

"Sleep well Don?" You asked half teasing but still wanting a real answer.

"OH! Umm- well. Not really." His tone was awkward and skittish. He barely looked at you as he got out the necessities for cereal, only shoot you quick glances only to get startled when you caught him. You got fed up with this quickly.

"What?" Though it was phrased like a question your tone made it seem almost like a statement.

"H-huh?"

"Why are you acting like I killed your mother?"

"Wha- I am not!" Finally he was looking at you properly.

"Uh huh. That's why you haven't looked me in the eye till just now. I'm not blind Donatello, I see you glancing at me when you think I'm not looking"

"I wasn't!"

"You have the persuasionary skills of a first grader, you know that?" You deadpanned.

"look I'm just- out of it right now. It's nothing." You eyed him. Donnie was many things but a good lier was not one of them.

"If you say so."

You both continued in silence for a bit longer but unlike most silences between you two this one seemed heavy. Awkward and anxious.

"How bout' a walk later then?" The woods were always good for airing out bad vibes.

"... Sure."

Even with his previous reservations in regards to his feelings for you he still wanted to be your friend. Walks in the woods were a staple for you two. And who knows? Maybe it would be just the thing to get his mind straight.

Oooooor not.

Was it a bit optimistic of him to think a walk would help with you right next to him. Probably. You both had settled into the comfortable quite that had grown to become common. The gentle breeze sat on your skin and he watched as it brushed your hair one way and the other. The sun was shining overhead casting strong shadows on the two of you from underneath the trees. The air was warm and he was acutely aware of the close proximity between you both. His skin prickled at the sensation of your arm brushing his. The crunch of the leaves beneath your feet and tweets of near by birds did little to distract him. The more he though of it the more he regretted saying yes to this walk. His heart was drumming to the sound of your gentle breaths and he wrung his brain trying to focus on the scenery.

You could tell something was still off with him from this morning. He was stiff and way more interested in the trees than he ever was before. You stood closer to him in an attempt gauge what he was feeling. You however always struggled when it came to interpreting emotions. After a few moments of heavy silence you asked.

"Donnie? What's going on?"

"I don't know what your talking about."

You stepped back, "Oh you SO do." You knew something was up and you knew he knew too.

"What?!" He thought he was doing pretty well at keeping it to himself. Had he really been that obvious?

"Look Donnie I don't know what your dealing with right now but I know it's something. I won't force you to tell me but don't lie to me about it okay?" You patted him on the shoulder for some comfort and then backed off. You were aching to hug him or squeeze his hand but you couldn't. Not now. Not as a friend.

You both walked for a little while longer until Donnie abruptly turned to you.

"Y/N!-"

"Yes?"

He grabbed your shoulders.

"It's not- I- I don't what you to think-"

"Donnie. Breath"

He looked you in the eye like he didn't want to. He had so much he wanted to say and so much he knew he couldn't. You sat him down on a beach and crouched in front of him. He took a deep breath, seeming to come to a conclusion of sorts. This time he looked you in the eyes with conviction.

"Sorry. I'm just tired is all, I didn't mean to worry you."

You eyed him suspiciously but decided to continue on your walk. Things had seemed to return to their normal flow. Fun conversation and light teasing.

You both decided to take a break on a log after a bit before heading back to the house. The air was fresh and crisp. Aside from the chitter from the occasional bird, it's was quiet. The stillness really made it feel like it was just the two of you in this little bubble. You leaned on Donnie's shoulder and sighed.

"I love you."

It was a breathy and quiet confession meant to stay in you head. If it weren't for Donnie stiffening and his short "what." you would have though that's where you said it. You calmly moved off his shoulder to look at him, hoping all he heard was incoherent mumbling.

"What?" You asked.

"Did- Did you just say you loved me?"

Well that was unexpectedly direct and problematically uncharacteristic.

"I- I uhhhhhh-" you didn't want to lie to him. You couldn't. You couldn't tell him now though! This was the worst timing imaginable! But you had no choice, you wouldn't lie to him.

"... Yeah. You don't have to say anything I don't want to burden you when your clearly going through something I just, well, we were just-" your gaze drifted to your hands as you rambled.

"I can't return you feelings."

"What? What did you say?"

"I can't return your feelings so- maybe, um, you should hang out with Casey or April more. When we get back. Today."

"oh."

You both walked back to the house in silence.

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You and Donnie stopped spending as much time together after that. The others in the house noticed too but they didn't say anything. If someone did try to ask they would be met with silence or a short "everything fine."

Safe to say Raph was NOT happy about that. He had known you and Donnie long enough to know that you two not only had a thing for each other but that you were both unhappy with this arrangement.

So, he decided that if either one of you were gonna mess it up it would be Donnie.

"Alright. What did you do?" Raph questioned as he closed the barn door.

"Not now Raph, I'm busy." Donnie responded as he continued with whatever he was making.

"Oh I know. Since your too busy for y/n, you must be absolutely SWAMPED!" sarcasm dripping from his voice. This got too Donnie. Why was Raph acting like he's the bad guy?! Y/n would be happier with a human partner, they didn't know what they were saying! No one could actually LOVE a mutant monster like him.

"You don't know anything Raph, leave me alone."

"Educate me then."

"Could you not today? I'm really not in the mood."

"You know what I'm not in the mood for Donnie? Seeing you guys depressed everyday cuz you messed something up with y/n!"

"I DIDN'T MESS ANYTHING UP!" Donnie raised his voice and finally turned around, "THEIR HUMAN! THEY SHOULDN'T BE HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF MUTANTS SO OFTEN!"

"Oh so suddenly because they're human they're too good for us huh? Or are you trying to say that we're to good for humans?!"

"NO! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

"HOW COULD IT NOT? IM A MUTANT TO!"

"BECAUSE I- ..."

"WHAT? BECAUSE YOU WHAT?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter. Go away." Donnie shooed Raph out and turned back to his invention.

"No!" Raph grabbed him by the back of his chat and spun him around to face am directly, "answer my question. Because. you. what?"

Donnie stares Raph down but didn't breath a word.

"You're a coward Donnie." was all Raph said before turning around and slamming the door behind him.

Little did he know this would bug Donnie way more than it should've.

Raph then made his way to you, you were in bad shape.

"Hey," He said, knocking on your doorframe. You were draped over your bed staring at your ceiling and shoving expired potato chips in your face.

"hi."

"How ya feeling?"

"How am I looking?"

"Like a wreck."

All you did was snap your finger and point at him as a way of saying, "bingo".

"Look, I don't wanna bug ya but I know something happened between you and Donnie. Tell me what happened."

"You'll just laugh at me."

"If I wanted to laugh at you I would have done it by now. You don't exactly make it a hard thing to do."

"Gee, thanks."

"Come on, it might make you feel a little better."

You sighed, maybe it would. On the one hand, you haven't exactly told anyone about your feelings yet. On the other hand though, it isn't very often Raph is like this. This might be your best chance to get all of this off your chest. Deciding to take the rare opportunity you sad up and faces Raph.

"I... I don't know where to start."

"Try the beginning." Raph smiled at you. You eyed him nervously and nodded.

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You had told him everything, and honestly, after saying everything out loud you felt...

Angry.

Yeah, you were kinda embarrassed about your accidental confession but what the heck was Donnie's answer?! He didn't have to return your feelings but now he didn't want to hang out with you at all? WHAT THE HECK?? Left your bed and started you way to the barn were Donnie was.

"Hey, where are you going?" Raph asked, shocked at your change in demeanor.

"To kick Donnie's butt!"

Raph laughed but made no attempt to stop you. He deserved it.

A little before you reached the barn how we Donnie had decided that Raph was right. Avoiding you was cowardly and he needed to properly talk to you. As much as he forced the distance between the two of you, he did miss you.

Before you could open the door it swung open from the other side.

"Y/N! I uhhhhhh-"

"We need to talk D."

"Uh.. YES! Yes we do! Come on in." Donnie was panicking, you looked mad. Oh geez how was he gonna say this? He was so focused on fixing things with you that he forgot to think of anything to say that would fix it. Lucky for him you started.

"So, I should hang out with April and Casey more, huh?"

Or maybe not so lucky. What was he supposed to say?

"How come we never talk anymore? You don't have to like me back but that doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to be your friend! You were friends with April the entire time you liked her!"

"Well his situation is a little different from that but I actually wanted to fix our friendship too." Donnie said hopefully.

"How is this any different than when you liked April?" You crossed your arms utterly DONE with Donnie's nonsense.

"Oh, ummm... Th- that's not important. What is important is tha-"

"Oh nononono. What's so different?"

Why did you have to get stuck on that detail?

"It doesn't matter y/n. Was matters is that I'm sorry for avoiding you and-"

"Well it matters to me Donnie! What makes this situation so different?!."

"I think I was wrong it is pretty-"

"NO TAKE BACKS! WHAT MAKES IT DIFFERENT?"

"NOTHING I JU-"

"WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"

"..."

"..."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I... well I didn't plan on telling you but-"

"YOU SAID YOU COULDN'T RETURN MY FEELINGS!"

"BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR SAYING! IM A MUTANT! I'M NOT NORMAL! NO ONE WOULD WANT TO DATE A FREAK! YOU'D BE HAPPIER WITH A HUMAN!"

You were in complete disbelief. Did he seriously just say that?

"Are you saying this because April rejected you? I thought with the whole bigfoot ordeal you learned it had nothing to do with your looks." You flatly responded.

"I- I know that." He told you, looking to the ground.

"Donnie, your a mutant. Not a freak, not a monster, and if I was really put off by your looks I wouldn't have become friends with you in the first place. Your a mutant. That's it. It doesn't change how I feel about you. Do you honestly think my feelings for you are so shallow?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to think. I'm just... I guess I'm just scared that one day you'll look at me and think that you made a mistake. That you picked wrong."

"For a such a smart guy your pretty dumb you know that?"

He looked back at you and in that same moment you hugged him.

"I decide my feelings Donnie. Not you. I decided to love you, and if you really do love me back, maybe we could try this" you gestured to the two of you, "before immediately assuming it wouldn't work out?"

Donnie smiled and hugges you back.

"I would like that. Thank you."

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And it's done! Man that took forever. Honestly, I'm not sure what to think of this one. It for sure isn't proofread but I hope you like it!

[tblsomedoodles]

Have a Mikey Info dump too!

Look at my Cringe Son! I love him and all his stupid shirts! : )

ANYWAYS! Info dump!

Mikey, of course, was found by the foot. (I think just a standard foot ninja that brought him to the shredder like "i found this weird turtle dog thing? it looked useful, maybe so i brought it back with us.") Shredder doesn't think much about about it, not realizing Mikey's a child/sentient, and just sends him to get trained with the attack dogs or whatever weird creatures he wants to keep on a leash.

A 12 yo Karai, however, gets attached and very quickly learns he can speak. He tries to tell her his name, but he's a tiny tot who mispronounces things still, and upon him trying to say "Mikey", Karai hears "Michi". Thus starts calling him Michi, which is close enough for him to respond to.

Karai convinces the Shredder to let her take care of Michi, which he agrees to b/c sure let the child have a pet to train. A month or so later, he catches her training Michi in ninjutsu, and to his surprise, Michi is doing well? At which point he decides, that Michi is still Karai's responsibility, but that he would train him in ninjutsu like he does Karai.

So Michi learns directly from the Shredder alongside Karai. He still has a prankster streak but Karai keeps him out of trouble for the most part. (she doesn't really keep him from doing the thing all the time, she usually is able to blame it on someone else tho. She's protective of him b/c that's her little brother that she's basically raising.)

They were in Japan for most of that time, but when the Shredder moved to New York, he left Karai in charge of the Japan branch and took Michi (age 12) with him.

Michi loves exploring NYC and does so any chance he knows he can get away with it. This is how he meets Splinter again.

He likes Splinter, automatically trusts him and it helps the rat has some really cool stories to tell.

He spends a year meeting up with Splinter, listening to his stories, relearning about his family and what not. (splinter keeps asking him to leave the shredder but it takes a while for Michi to understand why.)

In the end, there's a big incident that all but makes Michi leave. He questioned one of the shredder's decisions or something like that (having gotten far too used to asking questions with Splinter) and without Karai to essentially shield him from the results, he gets into Trouble™. he was going to be punished for it, but Michi escapes before he can find out exactly what (not without injury though. Shredder himself causes the scars on his shell and chin as he leaves.)

He goes to Splinter, scared and confused, and Splinter patches him up. He goes to meet Leo while he's healing, and Splinter tries to convince Michi to stay with them there, but Michi would rather stay with Splinter.

After leaving the Shredder, Michi slowly adjusts to life outside the foot. He starts wearing weird clothes b/c it's fun, discovers comics and video games, just essentially discovering what it's like to be a teenager. by the time he meets Donny again, (age 15) he is very much a cringy teen (positive) and is enjoying it. He can still kick ass tho, and is stelthy as shit, even in bright orange, but yeah. he's also readopted the nickname Mikey by then. He responds to either, really, but his family mostly just uses Mikey while Karai uses Michi.

edit: Links for Donny, Raphael, and Leo's info dumps

edit x2: Mikey's pronouns are officially 'Any.' : )

[fear-less]

omg could u write a maroon x fred weasley fic ? I think that would go amazing, but ofc it's all up to you 💘

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 maroon

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: angst, some fluff, implied gryffindor reader¿, SOME parts are cringe 😭🙏😢

a/n: my first request ahh!!! i tried to finish this as quickly as i could but this was lowkey hard to do😭 i was struggling so forgive me if it isn’t to ur expectations 🧍🏻‍♀️ maroon is one of my favs on midnights tho🧏🏻‍♀️

2.6k words ^_^

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. Fred Weasley and Y/N found themselves amidst the hustle and bustle of students preparing for the day ahead, the scent of parchment and brewing potions mingling in the air.

“We ought to consider a time-turner, I reckon,” Fred remarked with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he waved his wand, banishing dust motes from the ancient tapestry that adorned the common room wall.

Y/N’s laughter filled the room, bright and infectious, as she joined Fred in their morning ritual of tidying up. With practiced ease, they worked in tandem, their wands dancing through the air in a graceful choreography of magic.

“The incense seems to have made itself rather at home, hasn’t it?” Y/N remarked, a playful glint in her eyes as she surveyed the cluttered shelves.

Fred chuckled, the warmth of camaraderie enveloping them like a comforting cloak.

The common room hummed with the energy of friendship and anticipation, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation echoing off the stone walls. Fred, ever the jovial spirit, settled onto a plush armchair with a theatrical flourish, his feet finding a resting place in Y/N’s lap.

“Like a proper wizarding portrait, aren’t I?” Fred teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned back, a picture of relaxed camaraderie.

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, her laughter mingling with the chorus of voices that filled the room. The morning sunlight danced in her hair, casting a golden halo around her features as she playfully nudged Fred’s feet aside, the easy banter between them a testament to their deepening friendship.

“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?” Fred quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced around the familiar surroundings of the Gryffindor common room.

“George’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, the memory of their recent escapades bringing a smile to her lips.

Their laughter echoed through the warm confines of Gryffindor Tower, a testament to the enduring bond that held them together.

As Fred and Y/N navigated the halls of Hogwarts, they found themselves drawn into a whirlwind of adventure and discovery. Together, they uncovered hidden passageways, brewed questionable potions, and faced down fearsome magical creatures with courage and determination.

Yet, amidst the excitement and chaos of school life, a deeper connection began to blossom between them—a bond forged in shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unspoken understanding.

————-————-————-————-—————-

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

It was now Christmas day, 1995, and the Great Hall of Hogwarts was a vision of splendor for the Yule Ball. Its towering walls draped in cascading ivy and shimmering with enchanted snowflakes that danced in the air. Fred and Y/N found themselves swept away by the magical ambiance, the grandeur of the occasion casting a spell of awe and wonder upon them.

Hand in hand, they glided across the polished marble floor, the soft strains of celestial music filling the air like whispers from another realm. The glow of enchanted candles bathed the hall in a warm, ethereal light, casting shadows that danced across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls.

In the midst of the swirling festivities, Fred and Y/N shared a moment of quiet reverence, their hearts beating in time with the rhythm of the music. With each graceful step, they wove their own story, a tapestry of friendship and companionship that transcended the bounds of time and space.

As they moved in perfect harmony, Fred’s gaze never wavered from Y/N, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrored the flickering candlelight. In that fleeting moment, amidst the enchantment of the Yule Ball, they were suspended in a timeless embrace, their souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

The air was alive with the whispers of magic, the soft rustle of robes and the gentle murmur of conversation blending seamlessly with the lilting melody that filled the hall. Above them, the enchanted ceiling shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors, a breathtaking tableau that mirrored the depths of the night sky.

And as they looked up at the starlit heavens, Fred and Y/N knew that they had found something truly extraordinary in each other—a connection that defied logic and reason, a bond that would endure long after the echoes of the Yule Ball had faded into memory. The twinkling stars above seemed to whisper secrets known only to them, their luminescence casting a gentle glow upon Fred’s warm smile and Y/N’s shimmering eyes. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of endless possibilities and shared dreams.

The light-colored dress Y/N wore was now stained with a deep burgundy, a result of Fred’s playful antics as he accidentally splashed red wine onto her during a moment of laughter. As the wine seeped into the fabric, Y/N felt the blood rush into her cheeks, a scarlet blush that mirrored the color of the wine staining her dress. The soft rustle of robes and the melodic strains of the orchestra faded into the background as Fred’s concerned gaze met Y/N’s, their unspoken understanding bridging the gap between them. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, amidst the enchanting splendor of the Yule Ball, they shared a silent communion that spoke volumes of their growing affection and mutual admiration.

As the wine seeped into the fabric, Y/N felt the blood rush into her cheeks, a scarlet blush that mirrored the color of the wine staining her dress.

Later, as they danced under the enchanting glow of the Yule Ball, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the mark on her collarbone, a faint rust-colored smudge that had appeared during their playful exchange of banter earlier in the evening.

And as the night wore on, Y/N found herself lost in the depths of Fred’s eyes, her lips forming a smile as she realized that in him, she had found a home—a sanctuary where she could be herself, embraced for all that she was.

In the quiet moments between dances, amidst the swirling robes and the flickering candlelight, Y/N reflected on the journey they had shared together—the laughter, the tears, and the unspoken moments that bound them together like threads in a tapestry.

And as they moved together in perfect harmony, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the music, Y/N knew that she had found not just a partner, but a kindred spirit—a soulmate whose presence filled her with a sense of belonging and completeness that she had never known before.

In the scarlet hues of the evening, amidst the magic of the Yule Ball, Y/N and Fred shared a connection that transcended words, a bond that would endure long after the echoes of the night had faded into memory.

————-————-————-————-—————-

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

As the silence settled around them, enveloping the Astronomy Tower in a shroud of contemplation, Y/N and Fred sat in quiet reflection. The echoes of the Yule Ball still lingered in the air, a distant memory wrapped in the tendrils of the night.

In the midst of the hazy darkness, Fred's voice broke, his words trembling with emotion as he grappled with the weight of their shared history. "How did we lose sight of ourselves again?" His voice, tinged with regret, carried the weight of unspoken truths and missed opportunities.

A week had passed since the enchantment of the Yule Ball faded into memory, leaving behind a bittersweet residue of longing and unfulfilled promises. Y/N and Fred, nestled in the quiet solitude of the Astronomy Tower, found themselves confronting the harsh realities of their tangled emotions.

Fred's shoulders sagged as he succumbed to the weight of his own vulnerability, his head buried in his hands, tears staining the fabric of time-worn robes. It was a familiar scene, one that echoed the ebb and flow of their tumultuous relationship—a cycle of highs and lows, laughter and tears.

As Fred grappled with the depths of his emotions, Y/N watched in silent understanding, her heart aching with the weight of their shared pain. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a glimpse into the fractured landscape of their hearts.

In the stillness of the night, amidst the whispering of the stars and the gentle caress of the wind, Y/N and Fred shared a bond that transcended words—a connection forged in the crucible of their shared experiences and unspoken truths.

And as the night wore on, their silhouettes cast against the backdrop of the starlit sky, Y/N and Fred found solace in the quiet companionship of the night—a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through the maze of their tangled emotions.

————-————-————-————-—————-

You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway

In the dimly lit hallway of Hogwarts, shadows danced with the flickering torchlight, casting an eerie glow upon the stone walls. Y/N stood there, her gaze hollow and distant, lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts. Fred watched her from across the corridor, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

As he approached, the echoes of their shared history reverberated in the silence between them. They were like carnations mistaken for roses, their beauty and fragility intertwined in a delicate dance of misunderstanding and longing. Fred couldn't help but feel the pang of regret, the knowledge that some things were never meant to be.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes betraying a vulnerability that mirrored his own. It was as if they stood at the threshold of an unspoken truth, the echoes of their shared pain reverberating in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope—a silent understanding that transcended words.

"I feel you no matter what," Fred whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. It was a declaration of unwavering devotion, a testament to the depth of his love for her. In that moment, amidst the shadows and the silence, Y/N felt the weight of his words wash over her like a gentle tide, soothing the ache in her heart.

The rubies that I gave up, Fred thought, his mind drifting to moments lost and chances forsaken. Yet, amidst the regrets and the what-ifs, there was a flicker of something precious—a connection that defied logic and reason, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared experiences.

As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of torchlight, Y/N and Fred shared a moment of quiet introspection—a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of their intertwined destinies. In the silence of the hallway, amidst the whispering of the castle walls, they found solace in the knowledge that, despite the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, their love would endure, steadfast and unwavering.

And as the echoes of their shared moment faded into the darkness, Y/N and Fred knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—bound by the rubies of their shared past and the promise of a future yet unwritten.

With each word, their bond grew stronger, their hearts entwined in a dance of love and longing that would endure the trials of time.

————-————-————-————-—————-

And I lost you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

In the cozy streets of Hogsmeade, amidst the chatter of witches and wizards, Y/N found herself lost in the crowd. She searched for Fred, the one she had been dancing with just moments before, their laughter echoing in the night air. Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of the village, he was nowhere to be found.

As she wandered through the winding streets, the lantern lights casting a warm glow over the cobblestones, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of longing—a yearning for the connection they had shared, lost amidst the excitement of the Hogsmeade visit.

She looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling overhead, and felt a sense of emptiness wash over her. In the absence of Fred, the one she had danced with under the starlit heavens, the world seemed devoid of color and meaning.

"And I lost you," Y/N whispered to the night air, her voice barely above a murmur. In the midst of the festivities and the laughter, she had lost sight of the one person who had brought light into her life, the one who had made her feel alive amidst the magic of Hogsmeade.

With each step she took, the echoes of their shared moments haunted her—the laughter, the tears, the whispered promises that had once filled the night air. Yet, amidst the memories and the regrets, there was a glimmer of hope—a silent understanding that, no matter how far apart they may be, their connection would endure.

In the quiet solitude of the village streets, Y/N found herself yearning for Fred, the one she had danced with under the maroon sky. And as she looked up at the stars, their light twinkling overhead, she knew that, no matter where life took them, their love would always find its way back home to Hogsmeade.

————-————-————-————-—————-

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

As Y/N drifted into a restless slumber, memories of her time with Fred Weasley began to dance through her mind like ethereal wisps of smoke. She found herself transported back in time, reliving the moments they had shared together in vivid detail.

In her dream, she stood amidst the bustling corridors of Hogwarts, the echoes of laughter and the scent of magic filling the air. Fred appeared before her, his mischievous grin lighting up his freckled face as he extended his hand, inviting her to join him on a journey through time.

Together, they wandered through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stone floors. Y/N watched as Fred conjured bursts of colorful sparks from his wand, his laughter ringing out like music in the night.

They passed by the Gryffindor common room, where they had shared countless hours lost in conversation and laughter. Y/N felt a pang of nostalgia wash over her as she remembered the warmth of Fred's smile, the comfort of his presence by her side.

In her dream, they danced beneath the twinkling stars of the Astronomy Tower, their movements fluid and graceful as they wove through the night sky. Y/N felt the warmth of Fred's hand in hers, the gentle press of his fingers against her skin sending shivers down her spine.

But amidst the joy and the laughter, there was also pain. Y/N watched as Fred's face contorted with anguish, his eyes clouded with sorrow as they relived moments of heartache and loss. She felt the weight of their shared struggles, the burden of their unspoken fears and insecurities pressing down upon her like a heavy cloak.

Yet, even in the darkness, there was light. Y/N saw glimpses of their shared dreams and aspirations, moments of hope and resilience that had sustained them through the darkest of times. She felt the strength of their bond, the unbreakable thread that connected them heart to heart, soul to soul.

As Y/N stirred from her slumber, the echo of Fred’s laughter lingered in the air like a melody, a reminder of the love they shared and the memories they had created together. In the quiet solitude of the morning, she carried his legacy with her, a beacon of light to guide her through the uncertainties that lay ahead.

It was maroon

It was maroon

[imagionationstation]

this is a dumb au I really wanna make for the soul reason that I love Shinigami

so basically…

separated au.

Leo and Mikey are raised by Splinter. Raph is raised by The Purple Dragons. And Donnie was originally raised by Shredder and is later raised along with Shinigami. Cause I love them both and there’s not enough Shinigami out there.

It’s just a dumb lil au I have that I need to expand on.

Plz don't feel like you gotta respond :)

I hope you’ll forgive me because I’m about to overthink this way more than absolutely necessary because that’s who I am.

Shini is great. She deserved more screen time.

Wait I’m a fanfic writer why haven't I fixed that-

“Donnie was originally raised by Shredder and is later raised along with Shinigami-”

DID SHINI’S FAMILY- LIKE- KIDNAP HIM???

DID THEY LIBERATE THE ABUSED TURTLE!?

IS SHINI’S FAMILY ACTUALLY AWESOME?!

NO, wait, even better- Shini came into Karai’s life long enough to kidnap her brother. She’s a sneaky child, but we don’t have any proof that she’s evil. She just vibes. It fits her profile, I’ve decided.

An eight-year-old Shini just comes home one day holding hands with an anxious green child with a shell like, “I HAVE A BROTHER NOW” and her parents go with it because they’re used to her doing as she pleases and Donnie (maybe a year or two younger) goes with it because Shini and her parents were nicer than the Sakis ever were.

*OKAY SO THE WIKI SAYS THAT SHINI LEARNS MAGIC FROM HER FAM WHICH COULD EXPLAIN HOW SHE MANAGED TO KIDNAP HIM SO YOUNG- (Is it kidnapping if he goes willingly?)

AND DONNIE IS NOW FAM TOO

MAGIC WITCHCRAFT DONNIE ANYONE???

If anyone asks, Donnie is her Kappa familiar. Her family is weird and the Japanese are superstitious so absolutely no one questions it.

(He still tries to stay out of sight.)

How does he get back to New York tho? 🤔

I can’t imagine Raph being raised by the Purple Dragons. Those dude can barely crime- raise a kid? Nah. Naaaaah.

I can imagine some crazy things but THIS?

Okay, okay. I’ll give it a try.

-I tried and it didn’t work. I failed you. The cringe is real.

Purple Dragons of another series, maybe, but 2012? Nah. Nah.

Now, to clarify. I’m NOT saying it’s a bad idea. I’m NOT saying I dislike the idea. And I’m NOT saying you shouldn’t play with this idea to your heart’s content. Totally do it. Absolutely go for it!!!

The prospect amuses me. I’m just not built for that level of imagining. As it is your AU, I will leave that up to you. *salutes*

[biblio-smia]

something about you [ethan landry x reader]

pre - ghostface / no ghostface alternate! no spoilers for scream 6!

masterlist | requests are open!

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

[one.] [two.]

Humid heat surrounded you, water in the air making sweat stick to your skin. New York was not famous for its days like these; but as summer creeped closer, heat rolled into the city of millions.

Your last class ended as the sun reached its peak, emitting an unwelcome ray of light and head as you made the trek across campus back to the shelter of your dorm. All attempts to wipe your sweat off were futile, new beads of moisture replacing any lost.

The cool air of your dorm building did little to relieve you once you finally reached it, your high body temperature fighting against any attempts to lower it. The only solution was a cold shower, the thought of cool water against your skin making the journey to the fourth floor a little less miserable.

You made it into your room and flung your bag into a corner, heading straight for the bathroom. Sweet relief flooded you as you imagined the relaxing evening you were going to treat yourself to.

You leaned into your shower, reaching over to twist the handle to get the coldest water possible. Nothing. You twisted more. Nothing.

You turned to the bathroom's sink, lifting the handle up. Water gushed out just fine. You tried the shower again. Not even a drop.

"Fuck!"

Your options were paltry: you could put in a maintenance request, but it was a Friday afternoon and you knew you wouldn't get anyone to your building until Monday at the earliest.

Frustrated tears began to prick at your eyes. All you wanted was a shower.

You texted your roommate, glad no one was currently home to see you cry over a faulty shower.

you

shower's not working :(

i think it's just the shower tho? the sink is fine

roommate

weird

did you ask the neighbors?

maybe it's a building issue

The question struck you. No, you had not asked the neighbors. Maybe someone around knew what the issue was.

You splashed some water on your face, hoping to rid any stray tears and sweat.

Walking out of your room, you considered the options you had left. You didn't know many of the students on your floor, no close relationships to rely on now. The only people you knew were the two boys that lived on your right. Well, you only kind of knew Ethan.

He introduced himself a while back and though the two of you never spoke much, you would greet each other politely when you did cross paths.

You knocked on the door a little softly, hoping Ethan's roommate wasn't the one to answer the door. Better yet, you hoped neither of them answered.

Your wish was not granted.

The door opened to reveal Ethan sporting shorts, a t-shirt, and a confused expression on his face, surprise blending in at the sight of you.

"Hey!" Ethan said, though it sounded strangely like a question.

"Hey! Sorry, weird question - is your shower working?"

Ethan's face morphed even more. "It... should be?"

"Could you... check?" You cringed at your request, but Ethan was kinder than you were.

Ethan motioned for you to come in, closing the door gently behind you. He made his way to his bathroom, rummaging around. You took a look around. His dorm was laid out just like yours, only flipped. The decorations would've hidden the distinct sides of the room occupied by two disparate boys if it weren't for the abundance of old movie posters on one side of the room; Ethan, definitely.

You heard the faint sound of water running then stopping. Ethan exited the bathroom shortly after, looking at you with a question in his eyes, one he was too polite to speak out.

"My shower isn't working," you pointed back to the general direction of your dorm. "I have no idea why but I just really wanted to come home and shower—"

"You can use mine," Ethan interrupted, looking at the soft surprise on your face. "I mean, only if it's not weird, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything—"

You laughed a little as Ethan blushed, waving his hands around to try and dismiss his own words.

"That's really nice. Thank you, Ethan." You didn't think his face could get any redder.

"Of course. That's what neighbors do."

You smiled.

"I'll be right back."

You retreated to your dorm, gathering everything you needed for your shower. You triple checked your things as you shoved them into your bag — you were not going to forget something like a shirt while showering at Ethan's.

You knocked at the door and it opened quickly. Was Ethan waiting for you? 

"I can step outside, if you want—"

"You don't need to do that. I'm not going to kick you out of your dorm—"

"No, really—"

"Ethan. The bathroom has a door. You're fine." Perhaps the heat was beginning to melt your brain, your words coming out a little harsher than intended.

"Right. Sorry."

You offered him a small smile, which he did his best to return.

You headed for the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind you. The bathroom was neat, two distinct sides of the counter distinguishing each boy from each other.

On one, an electric toothbrush sat beside a set of skincare, complete with the cutest headband. On the other, a similar toothbrush with a much simpler setup consisting of deodorant and cologne.

You set your things down, careful not to knock anything over, turning on the water to the coolest setting. Your fingers ran through the water, low temperature sending a jolt through you.

You peeled your sweaty clothes off your body, finally.

You stepped in, letting the cold water soak your body. A sigh of relief escaped you, the water working wonders in cooling you off and washing off your stress. The water and its head-clearing properties allowed you to think about other things; namely, the boy who had kindly allowed you to use his shower. You'd never gotten the chance to really look at him — you never realized how cute he was.

You were quick, not wanting to intrude more than you had to. You shut the water off before stepping out, cold air making you shiver. You got dressed quickly, stuffing your things back into your bag and cleaning up the bathroom as much as you could. You picked your stuff up off the counter. Something about the scene bothered you.

Your hands moved to the side with the skincare. It was a nicer brand, not any of the typical ones most people reached for. Whoever it was, was a skincare fanatic. Or...

Your hands reached under the cabinets. A bottle of Victoria's Secret perfume sat neatly next to a few essential makeup products. Travel sized and neatly out of the way. You weren't positive either boy indulged in those types of things. You leaned more on the side that someone slept over often enough to leave these things here...

A sudden guilt came over you; not only for snooping, but for being there, a question burning in your brain. Was Ethan in a relationship?

You closed the cabinet, racing out of the bathroom. You entered the main room where Ethan was sitting, head raising as he heard you leave the bathroom.

"Hey, sorry I forgot to mention, Tara has some stuff in there you probably could've used—"

"Tara? Your girlfriend?"

Ethan's eyebrows furrowed, before he laughed a little. "No, Chad's girlfriend." He pointed to Chad's side of the room, Polaroids of him and a pretty girl filling up the space on his wall. "I'm not... dating anyone." Why did he say that?

"Oh." You said, feeling pretty stupid. Way to make things awkward. "Well, thanks for that." You motioned towards the bathroom. Just as you were about to step towards the door to leave, Ethan spoke.

"Do you want something to drink? We have some pizza, too..."

You had planned on going back to your dorm, putting on your favorite show and eating your favorite snacks. But the offer was tempting; now that you knew Ethan was single, you no longer worried about overstepping any boundaries.

Plus, he was adorable.

"Sure," you agreed with a smile.

「 ... 」

The strongest thing Ethan had was soda despite the wine glasses he and his roommate owned. "Makes us feel fancy," he'd said when you asked.

The two of you sat with pizza and all the drinks Ethan had in his fridge. A game began between the two of you, mixing drinks to find the most surprisingly good combination.

"Sprite and Coke," you challenged, picking up the two bottles.

Ethan made a face. He already wasn't a huge fan of the cola.

You poured his drink, swirling the glass around a few times for both drinks to fuse before handing the glass to Ethan, who took a fast sip.

Ethan's face morphed into disgust, then confusion as he tilted the glass for another taste.

"You know what? That's actually not terrible."

"No way," you laughed, taking his glass back and tilting your head back for a sip. You tried to be disgusted but honestly... it wasn't bad. Your surprise at the concoction evident on your face.

"See? I'm not a liar," Ethan laughed, clearly proud he was right.

"I never said that," you protested, handing Ethan his cup back for him to finish.

"You thought it," Ethan challenged, finishing the strange mix in a gulp.

"Maybe," you played along with a smile.

A moment or two of silence passed once Ethan set his glass down, each of you suddenly interested in each other more than anything. Your gaze flickered on him for only a few seconds at a time, noticing details you hadn't before: his pretty brown eyes, the speckle of faint freckles under his eyes, the moles adorning his face. Eyes wandered, a game with the goal of not getting caught not getting very far; Ethan's gaze made you nervous for a reason you couldn't name right away. Your fingers reached for your drink (the normal one), hoping for a break in the awareness of Ethan's eyes on you.

The door opened quietly, neither of you noticing the additional body in the room until a booming voice gave it away.

The sound made you jump, the liquid in your mouth moving the wrong direction. You coughed violently, attempting to clear the surprise out.

Ethan sprang out of his seat, his hand reaching out to pat your back.

"Are you okay?" Ethan's voice was laced with worry. It would've been cute if you weren't choking.

You nodded as you took another sip of the root of your problem, attempting to sooth your throat. It worked well enough. You were warm again, partially from embarrassment, mostly from the presence of Ethan's hand on your back.

"Sorry, did I... interrupt something?" Chad asked from the doorway, studying the two of you with a look on his face.

You missed the look Ethan sent Chad, focused on recollecting yourself before you slowly slid out of your seat.

"It's getting pretty late. Thank you so much again," you clasped Ethan's hand in yours, giving him a grateful smile.

"I'll... see you around?" Ethan asked softly, hopefully.

"It'd be pretty hard not to," you joked, inwardly cringing at the remark, Ethan's smile falling just a slightly.

You gave Chad an awkward nod as you left, stepping over to your own dorm and shutting the door quickly. You hit your head on the door. Did you make it seem like you didn't want to see Ethan around?

You wondered why it suddenly mattered, but that didn't take long to answer. You were never one to kid yourself. There was something there, now. The beginning of it was marked by a sudden desire to catch up with Ethan any time you could.

"Ethan," you whispered to yourself curiously.

A soft beat of your heart, a warmth to your face when you thought about your next door neighbor. An attraction, perhaps; an interest, at least. Whatever it was guided you to bed with a smile.

Ethan.

[nikos-oneshots]

May i request of little sibling reader with all turtles one shot? Platonic with bit of angst.

So reader is mikey's twin, they're the weakest in the team tho they can fight, but what makes reader different a bit is their love and passion for music, they even have their own channel on YT - all the brothers love it - under a name " single star " (if it's cringe then feel free to change it), but it's a secret, no one knows their identity, not even april, they're scared if anyone found out they'll be shamed for it.

But things took a different turn when reader and mikey were asked to go shopping, leaving their room unintended for Donnie, leo and raph to see; once they saw the hidden instruments and reader's logged in channel, they connected the dots.

ROTTMNT! Turtles & Sibling! Secret Musician! Reader

Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1.8K Pronouns: They/Them Notes: Sorry this took so long! I may have gone a little off course, but I hope you like it! I certainly enjoyed writing it!

Your gaze is lowered as you look at your feet. You can see the sweat dripping off your face as you wipe it all off and look back up at the training dummy. Not even a rip. You had been at this for hours, or at least, that's what it felt like. You had been training to master your weapon soon, but you didn’t feel like you were getting any closer.

You had been training non-stop for a couple of days, it's what your brother Raph told you he did. He noticed how you weren’t as great with your weapon as the other four of them were and offered to train you, but you declined as you knew it would break your spirits even more. 

You looked up to him. You looked up to all of them. You wanted to get stronger, but you just weren’t as talented or as motivated as your brothers were. You just felt like it wasn’t in your blood like it was in theirs, it sometimes made you question if you were a descendant of the infamous Lou Jitsu. You felt like you were living a lie, that this wasn’t who you were supposed to be.

You straighten your back and drop your weapon, turning around and walking towards the wall, where you had set up a little break station for yourself. You slide your back against the wall, grab your water bottle and squirt some of its contents into your mouth, then you pour the rest on top of you to wash away the sweat. You wash away the water from your eyes as you look up to where you were, where your weapon resided. It filled you with guilt, shame and embarrassment.

“Screw this. I’m out.” You say to yourself. You shake the rest of the water off and leave the garage and your weapon. You needed to clear your head, you needed a place you felt was your own and luckily, you had just that.

Music.

You felt like music got you. There was a wide arrange of feelings that could be told through it and you could make your own. You had been musically talented from as soon as you could hold a baby piano. It was your whole life, the only thing you thought truly belonged to you. You weren't ready to share this passion publicly yet though, even with your brothers. You felt that if you did, it would turn into something you couldn’t control and leave you unmotivated and alone. 

That is exactly why you went undercover.

You had a social media page where you posted your music, you did covers, concepts and even full songs you wrote. You had quite the following, not enough to make you instantly recognizable or all over the news, but enough to have a pretty big fanbase. They got you and you loved it. You were also making quite a bit of money from it. Enough to be able to have the small luxuries you dreamed of having when you were younger, and soon, enough to support yourself.

You lived in the New York City sewers, around the busiest part to be exact. It took a lot to almost be able to afford to support yourself. You have been looking at apartments recently, you weren't ready yet, far from it, but you knew that it would come soon. You dreamed of having that freedom and being away from the gross sewer smell, which made you happy that it was almost in your grasp. The only downside to this is that you don't know how to tell your family…

Would they be disappointed that you don't want to follow in their footsteps? Would they stop talking to you if you were to follow through with it? Or would they just forbid you from leaving, you didn't know. The one thing you did know is that they wouldn't take it well. When you thought about it, you kind of assumed that some would take it better than others, like Donnie for example. He had his own passions he would like to pursue, so he would definitely see where you were coming from. But others, like Raph, you knew wouldn’t take it well.

Raph was your biggest obstacle in this, he was a family man. You knew he wouldn’t want to let you go, especially with all of the villains in New York City alone. Moving out of New York wasn’t an option either, all of them would lose your mind, but you also wanted to stay close by. So with those factors, there weren’t really many options, but you were determined to become independent at last.

You threw your weapon into the corner of your room as you took out your laptop to check the statistics of your video. It was a short snippet of a song idea you had one night, you didn’t really think anything of it, but boy was it a hit! You beamed as you saw everyone in the comments asking for a full version of it. You had already fully written it out, so you were happy you got to work on it again. You went to grab your keyboard, but just as you were about to take it out of the drawer it resided in, you hear a knock at the door.

“Y/n!” Mikey screams, when you tell him he can come in, he kicks the door open, leaving you stunned.

“I need you to go to the store with me! Dinner isn’t going to go well without ingredients, and Leo, and Donnie, and Raph don’t want to go with me!” He whined as he zoomed around your room, then found his place grasping onto your shirt, begging you to go with him.

You weren’t one to willingly disappoint your brothers, let alone Mikey, so you agreed to go with him. You grabbed your bag and two of the cloaking brooches that you kept handy, and just like that, you were ready to go. As you left, something managed to slip your mind, something that wouldn’t normally do so. Your door creaked open, showing the insides of your room, it showed the open drawer with your keyboard, and your open laptop with everything you had been keeping from your brothers, all free for viewing.

While you were busy with Mikey, Donnie passed by your room. He noticed that the door was open, but you weren't there. Your door was never open, he didn't even remember the last time he saw your room. He considered just closing the door and walking out, but he felt an overwhelmed urge to just take a look.

"Well. They did leave their door open.” Donnie said to himself, trying to find an excuse to take a look.

He was curious! It was mutant nature to be curious, especially for a man of science like he was. As he walked into your room, he noticed some posters and flags on the ceiling, something he wouldn’t have seen otherwise. After snooping for a while and with no luck in finding anything interesting, his attention turned to your laptop.

He made his way over to your bed, making himself comfortable in your sheets and blankets as he brought the laptop over to his lap. As he snooped, he giggled to himself, hoping that he would find something innocent that he could use as leverage to make you do the dishes for him, but found something completely different. He found your music, your channel. As he pressed play, his body instantly relaxed, he really liked it. He wondered why you never shared this with him. He thought you were close enough. He decided to go to your videos to see what else you have been up to. He clicked on a random video, ‘Virtual Diary #19’ It was titled. He listened carefully as it played.

“Hi Everyone!” It started. It had a colourful background that had a little chibi art piece in the corner that looked strangely like your human disguise. “This is another update into my personal life, and I have some exciting news!”

Unknownst to Donnie, Raph and Leo began passing by your room and noticed him.

“As of now, I’m almost making enough to sustain myself! At my age in new york? Who’s heard of that!” You chuckle to yourself.

“I’ve been looking at apartments and every night I’ve dreamt of the day it will happen. I’d have more room, so production quality would go up, I would have more time to work on music, and I’d finally get more freedom! As much as I love my brothers, this one has to spread their metaphorical wings and see what I’m going to do with myself!”

Donnie finally noticed Raph and Leo listening in on him. Leo looked disappointed, but as he looked up to Raph, he looked absolutely heartbroken. He looked like he was holding back a lot which caused Donnie to look away, feeling ashamed.

“I don’t know how to tell them though, I feel like they would freak out! They were always so protective of me and I appreciate that… To an extent. I just want to go and learn things on my own for once. I’m tired of always being babied and left in the dust.” You paused.

“I’m not going into… The family business, much like they wanted me to. I don’t know how to tell them that yet, so that will be our little secret for now!” You said as your avatar winked.

“Well anyways, I’m working hard on that new song I teased last week and I think it will turn out wonderfully! I aim to release it sometime next month, so stay tuned! That might be when I move out depending on how much you all like it! But anyways, I love you all! Goodbye!” You chimed as the video ended.

The three brothers just stood in disbelief as they could not believe what they just heard. Raph still deep in thought. You don’t want to be a ninja? Raph knew you were struggling, but he didn’t know you downright hated it. As he was processing what he heard he stormed off to his room. He didn’t know what he was feeling, scared, mad, sad, a mix of everything. 

Donnie just cleared what he was doing off of your computer and returned it to an unaltered state so you wouldn't suspect anything. As he left your room, he gave a guilty look to Leo, but as he looked away Leo just gave him a reassuring look.

“Just think about it, Don. You like to do that, right?” He joked, trying to lighten the mood, but Donnie didn’t seem impressed. He just walked off, seemingly taking Leo’s advice, which left him there in front of your room, knowing that you may be gone within the next month. Knowing that they couldn’t protect you for that much longer.

Lots of Love Niko🥞

[chaos0pikachu]

Auntie Pikachu's Thoughts~~~ on Ep03 of Only Friends

boston ate nick's ass in the shower so everyone can stop calling him a selfish lover now (and gave top a blowjob! that boy was in a manipulative but giving mood today lmao)

I find the hostel storyline completely out of my depth I'ma assume this is just something about Thai culture I don't know about b/c uni students in my era never renovated and opened a whole ass business like they were on HGTV

I find the Ray/Sand storyline the least interesting and most predictable of the bunch I said what I said!!!

The twist about Ray and Mew hooking up was great (no I don't think boston was lying about that) I can't wait to go deeper into that cause I wanna see more depth into Ray's feelings for Mew

Boston is the only bitch in the house who understands the assignment which is to be messy, and sexy he is the New York of the show, he is Tiffany Polland

I need them to stop dancing (badly) and singing (also badly) in this show please the cringe I can take chars making bad decisions but the bad dancing hurts my soul let me rest I beg

I'm holding to it that Boston genuinely does like Nick as a person but not as a boyfriend cause he's dickimiztied by Top (stand UP Boston) Boston's my favorite b/c he's neither "good" nor "bad" he does shitty things and then he has moments where he's genuinely nice to Nick

If I was 10 years younger I'd probably woobie-fy the fuck outta Boston b/c it's so easy and becoming easier each episode but woobies are boring and basic and I'm to Fandom Old for that shit

I wanna know why Sand hates Top so much GIMMIE THAT INFO it's delicious it's the most interesting storyline Sand's got right now *phil collins voice* I WANNA KNOW CAN YOU SHOW ME

Nick baby stand UP do not be the grape jolly rancher of the pack babygirl you can't fix fuckbois!!!

the car scene just showed how annoying car sex can be lmao still hot tho mess 4 mess right there

The latter half of the episode had editing and lighting issues idk what happened there

I noticed the costuming department is trying with these chars which as a costume ho I appreciate a lot

I preferred the use of social media this episode compared to the confessionals last episode but I would like some consistency regarding the device like are we gonna get a new~ thing every episode? Idk how I feel about that kinda hoping we just stick with different forms of social media going forward

Final thoughts: Boston and Chueam looked extra hot today I was shaking

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

I want to watch other versions of betty la fea, which ones are worth watching?

Hiii! Sorry for the super late reply! Tbh, the only other versions I've tried to watch have been the Mexican, the Spanish, and the modern American one. Personally, I wouldn't recommend any of them for he following reasons:

The Mexican (La Fea más Bella): the acting is very goofy and fake. Ig you're into cringe humour, and want to watch a version that is mainly a parody with very bad and exagerated acting and knowing it to be bad, maybe give it a try, but if you're expecting a novela that knows how to oscillate well between serious moments and comedic ones with serious actors that portray deep emotion, this one probably isn't for you. Some favorable points are that it extends the "dating" period when Armando and Betty are secretly together before her transformation, Patricia does change and ends up with Nicolás, and it defintedly had more budget. I didn't finish it because there were lots of incredibly annoying and cringe moments for me, inckuding but not limited to: Betty's attitude being more like a spoiled overgrown child than a woman with low self steem, the addition of Sofía's children to the cast (i hate children in novelas lol), weird situations like Betty getting a doubke identity and pretending to be like a diva or something after returning to ecomoda, etc.

The Spanish one (Yo Soy Bea): this one is better than the Mexican one, but it's also the farthest one away from the source material. I didn't finish it either so I'll just say what I got from it from what I watched. In this one, Betty's mom is dead. Armando and Maria Beatriz are lovers, and after her disappearance, he's a murder suspect. Just by that, you get an idea of how out there it is lol the acting is way less cringe than the Mexican one, and personally, I think this Betty captures the tendrtness and sweetness of the original one. Armando isn't as good, tho, but that's an issue that equally applies to all versions I've seen.

The new American one (Betty in New York): this one actually had Gaitan a litte involved. He passed before it was finished, tho. It is a dramatic and entertaining modern twist, but of course, it keeps itself in safe grounds considering the modern sensibilities. You won't find any yelling or hair pulling from Armando or don Hermes, and in general there's very little to compare them to the original. They're much sweeter and in touch with their emotions. And don Hermes is even portrayed as this sweet old man! The Ugly Cuartel is not called Ugly. Anyways, you get the idea. This one has a very very good budget. Although not very light and comedic, tbh. This one is much better for drama. However, this one is the closest one to the original.

Personally, the big changes in personalities, pasts, and especially the bad castings keep me away from all these versions.

These are the only one I've watched, and tbh, after these three tries, I've settled with just rewatching ysblf!😂😂

[noonecaresaboutmyreview]

Love to Hate You - Kdrama Review

Finally finish this gem! It was a very fast watch with only 10 episodes. It was truly a great watch while grinning and blushing the whole time cause this show was so entertaining and funny.

Love to Hate You is about Yeo Mi-Ran (Kim Ok Vin) a lawyer at Gilmu who have dated countless men and Nam Kang Ho (Teo Yoo) a famous actor who has social anxiety towards women. They met because Nam Kang Ho is being represented by Yeo Mi-Ran for anything legal related. Due to some misunderstandings, Yeo Mi-Ran had a bad impression of Nam Kang Ho but he in turn gets curious of her odd behaviour and grows interested in her.

NOW LISTEN, PRAISE THE LORD FOR STRONG FEMALE LEAD ERA 2023! I love that Yeo Mi-Ran is portrayed as someone who can fight and is a justice vigilante. She doesn't allow herself to just watch injustice happen. She fights back and she is not your typical damsel in distress character. But she's also not overly reckless. She's professional at her job as a lawyer and isn't afraid to speak and show how she feels.

Nam Kang Ho at first appears to be this cold straight forward rude character but that doesn't last long. He becomes so soft with his long time friend and manager Do Won-Jun (Kim Ji Hoon) and when he is in love, he is soooo adorable. I can literally see the heart eyes he's giving Yeo Mi-Ran. I love that he is not unreasonably jealous and doesn't mind the fact that Yeo Mi-Ran have dated a lot of guys. He is not insecure of their relationship at all. AGAIN PRAISE THE LORD FOR GREEN FLAG MALE LEAD ERA 2023!

Mature relationships will be forever my favourite genre. They are much more healthy and so cute to watch. I love how both male and female leads break barriers and stereotype of their gender. Honestly, this topic could actually be cringe or unbalanced if not written properly but this drama did a good job at addressing it but also keeping it light.

There is also a 2nd couple in this drama that is just so cute and funny. Kinda wished Kim Ji Hoon had short hair tho but it's probably cause he was shooting this around the same time as Money Heist Korea.

Special mention to Teo Yoo cause he is 41 but still look so good. I remember watching his episode on Omniscient Interfering View (The Manager) and found out that he married Nikki S.Lee, a famous visual artist who have works being exhibited in New York City and Seoul. He is born in Germany and is fluent in both German and English. I heard him speak German and mans got even more attractive! He has been in many works but so glad that this drama made he even more popular to the general population.

Overall, if you're looking for a romantic comedy drama with the early 2000s vibe but with both green flag leads, this drama is for you.

Rating: 4.75/5

-- Fary

[usuallydeepcoffee]

Mr. Rogers and Succession? 👀👀

I mean, you have to admit that the juxtaposition of Steve, the humble son of an immigrant, a guy who owned one pair of (too-big) nice shoes, and the Roys, whose entire shoe rack is probably worth more than the GDP of a small country, would be hilarious.

There are two, scenarios I humbly offer:

Steve in the Roys' world:

(non-powered AU), where Steve is the young, hot partner of a very rich New York billionaire genius (Howard or Tony, take your pick). He's into arts and mostly involved in charity work, so the Roys figure he's just another Willa, but then he turns out to be a pretty good strategist.

Lol, I imagine the Roys would be embarrassing themselves trying to court the Starks, like they did with the Pierces.

(also I just love imagining Steve and Willa gagging anyone who comes near them with some quip about them being gold diggers. Two queens discussing how to maximize their joint slay and all)

2. The Roys in the mcu:

I mean. Imagine the narrative ATN would pull out their asses once it is confirmed that Captain America is actually WWII Steve Rogers. About Steve being a true patriot, standing for the Good Conservative American Values™. The way they'd be trying to get an exclusive interview post-Chitauri attack.

Again they'd probably try to court him because even though he doesn't have money (not like they do), he still has status and influence just by being an American symbol.

(that and they'd probably need his permission to make content about Captain America. Maybe even a ride named after him in their parks)

Lol. Logan would try to imply that they have soooo much in common, both immigrants, both hard workers. Steve has a good sixth sense tho, so he probably takes one look at him and turns his heel.

The cringe from Kendall would make me want to curl up and die. "Yeah man, I could uh, hook you up with some uh, modern pieces. Rothko, Mondrian. I have a couple in my pad in Brooklyn, I could uh, give you one. For free of course. Consider it uh, a thank you for your service"

Roman, oh boy. Can't even think about all the harassment innuendos he would throw Steve's way. Comments about him having all of David's Michelangelo's proportions (and consequently wondering about his dick).

Shiv is probably the one who almost fools Steve into believing she's the most normal but then says something in a terribly classist way and down the DNI list she goes as well.

Con becomes a WWII history buff for the occasion and talks about idk, Goebbels' pubes or something equally disgusting he won at an auction online.

Steve calls Nat and begs her to come and get him with the excuse of an Avenger-related emergency.

And when that inevitably fails, the Roys start a smear campaign against Steve: Captain America getting chummy with ex-Russian spy Natasha Romanoff. Workplace affair or treason?

They probably pop off a couple of bottles when Steve becomes a fugitive.

And then once Sam shows up with the shield and the suit. Oh my god. That might be what actually kills Logan Roy in that verse.

[lollobumy]

Soo... I'm on a brainrot of making a family au w/ the turtles and my comfort OC's Lilly and Alisson.

Cuz I'm cringe but I am free and their family would be so fucking cute and fun to do

I like to add OCS to universe of my interests so yeah

The idea is that After the explosion in draxum lab, splinter got hurt and spoilers: he ignored it because of his new rescued turtle sons, that he had to run out of the hidden city. The problem was when he got on New York city on a perfect rainy day, he was already pretty weak because of the wound (it had a piece of metal from draxum lab, the only thing taking him away from a faster death), he only could protect the four turtles as his last moments.

(I'm not a doctor or graduated so if is inaccurate about how much life spam he would have I'm sorry-)

Lilly a normal human cursing medicine walking at night after school heard a chirp, and then she felt something grabbing her leg, then she saw a little turtle with abit of blood on his lil hands, worried she leans to see if the turtle we're hurt (ps. She knows Yokais exist because her wife brothers are Yokais, so she thought it was just a yokai toddler) then she saw another turtle coming.

She saw the little one point for the direction the other was coming, when she walked into it: a apparently hurt rat yokai, when she checked his pulse was weak, she tried calling help of her wife but short story long: the Rat died even before Lilly could help and Alisson get in there, his wound was much deeper and by the fact he ignored it and moved normally it made it worst. They only chatted abit.

When Alisson arrived, the wifey's decide to help those 4 turtles.

(they took care of the body for give him a decent end, imagining he protected them since the other 2 turtles we're close to him and the other was somehow looking for help, and ofc Alison and Lilly investigate him, assuming they're family for the turtles tho and discover his real name: Hamato Yoshi, and only that ATM)

Resume of the rest of the timeline:

The turtles still know April, April is like a sister for the turtles and Lilly and Ali see April as a daughter too. April calls them Turtle mamas.

They love Lou jitsu movies and since young imitate his fighting moves and that love for fighting bad guys grows more and more.

Lilly and Ali don't know since middle of season one events that their sons are actually ninja vigilants that had hidden that to not worry their mamas but got their asses in so much trouble.

They will know about the hamato clan since Ali discover ALOT about Yoshi after some help. Splinter will see his sons on a spirit form.

Drax will get along with them after a time, and be part of the family

Donnie and Leo are twins, Lilly made the rules.

All the boys frequent a school.

Donnie have a lab still and a botanical space w/ his uncle for more hobby moments.

Mikey and Lilly paint together sometimes.

Their new Grampa, Onario baby the fuck out of them, they love that, and abuse of that power of protected ones.

Raph have way more plushies.

They all wears the masks because funsies- but they use more clothes now with their colour coded masks.

They're still called Hamato's as a respect from Lilly toward the rat that was protecting the turtles.

[ask-aph-angel-canada]

the only time i think i ever visited a retirement home was for girl scouts (i am not a girl though just to be clear). although i think i also went to one once up in new york when i was visiting family but i can't remember that very well. i do agree though, i like old people a lot. my maternal grandmother came to live with us for a bit before she passed away (because hospice) and i loved having her around. am definitely not a fan of the reason she had to be here though

I’m so sorry for your loss man. But living with older people is usually always good :]

[depressedzelda]

Plagued by fail memories atm