#so surely the 12 bros would know that or donnie would know that and he tells them about turtle species at one point

[heroesintheturtlepile]

Reading rise x 2012 fics is like that one image eith the person standing and theres two paths

The good sunny path with butterflies and nice air (two souls, the question is violence and the answer is pizza, the eldest big brother, dagger from the mirror / stranger from the mirror, the last ronin becomes discord admin it has 2003 and ronin added to the crossover stuff, theres a new crossover fic with 12 casey in the rise universe so that sounds fun, probably more I'm missing)

And the bad path with lightning and a spooky looking house you obviously shouldn't go to (stranger danger, that one fic where mikey named himself Casper for some reason, basically the mikey gets adopted trope ect.)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Bayverse tmnt scolding their sons since they went a different direction or didn’t listen and didn’t follow with the orders their dad gave out, and nearly got spotted by humans while the eldest was trying to keep the middle from mucking around and go back on track?

I feel like they will be grounded after coming back to the lair and get sent to their rooms and have their mask taken off them. :D

Sons of Leonardo (Fluff/Crack-ish)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I love this idea! But I decided to focus on one group of children instead of all four. I went with you and Leo’s kids (aka, my OCS), because that was the first that came to my head😂💙

Buuuuut! If you want me to do more of these with the others, I would happily do so💚

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You and Leo are at least in your 40’s.

Warnings: Spelling, you and Leo’s sons being silly teenagers💙

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Romeo did not like it one bit. Actually, he had been very much against it from the start, wondering how the hell Marcello had managed to get their father to agree to let them go watch the basketball game. He had probably used that eye trick uncle Michelangelo had taught him. Heck, even Gerardo knew how to make those eyes. But of course, their father wouldn’t just let Marcello and Gerardo go on their own. No, no. Romeo had to come along and make sure that his brothers didn’t do anything stupid, or worse, getting noticed by humans.

And that was how Romeo found himself stuck inside the jumbotron for hours, stuck watching a basketball game he didn’t actually want to see. If this was the “responsibility of the oldest” that his father kept talking about, he could easily understand how he could be so uptight sometimes. And as Romeo pulled 12 year old Gerardo back from the edge, he wished his father would have been more uptight that day.

As soon as the game ended, Romeo was ready to go. They had promised not just their father, but their mother as well, that they would return home as soon as the game had finished. So when Romeo had his brothers returned to the roof once more, the last thing he expected was 15 year old Marcello heading the opposite direction, leaning over the edge of the building in order to get a better look of the people walking out onto the street.

“Marcello! No! Dad told us to get home as soon as the game finished!”, Romeo commanded, pointing in the direction they had to go - away from downtown.

“Calm down, junior, I’m just watching”, Marcello said, waving his hand at his older brother. “I’m just watching”.

“Hah”, Gerardo laughed, pointing at Romeo. “He called you junior”.

“Marcello, seriously”, Romeo sighed. “You know how dad gets when he’s worried. Hell, do you remember the time you went too far out in the sewer, and dad, granddad and all our uncles almost exploded with worry? Do you remember how sad mom was?”

“Dude, I was 4”, Marcello said with a deadpan look. “Now I’m just as old as dad was when he and his brothers started going out”.

“Yeah, but they also listened to dad!”

“Haha!”, Gerardo laughed. “Donnie, Raph and Mikey listening to dad? That was a good one ‘Meo!”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”, Romeo sighed, side eyeing his little brother.

“Relax”, Marcello said, straining his neck to get a better look at the crowd. “I’m just looking around. You never know when you see a pretty girl”.

“A girl?”, Romeo asked skeptically. “Bro, you’re 15”.

“So? Mom and dad met when they were 15”.

“18”, Romeo corrected.

“Whatever”, Marcello said, rolling his eyes, letting his hands rest on the edge of the building.

“Why do you wanna look at girls?”, Gerardo asked.

“I don’t know”, Marcello mumbled. “I just wanna look…”

“You are not going to score a human girl”, Romeo said, crossing his arms.

“Says who?!”

“Dad, who is waiting for us to get home”, Romeo said. “Come on, he knows when the game ends and how long it takes to get back”.

“That hypocrite”, Marcello said. “Mom is a human, dad is a mutant. They didn’t meet because he kept hiding away!”

“No, mom and dad met through aunt April at a house party”, Romeo said, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Now, let’s go before dad and our uncles go looking for us. Or even worse, granddad”.

“No!”, Marcello said, pulling his shoulder away from his brother, getting down to sit on the edge. “I wanna see some humans!”

Gerardo watched the interaction with unease. After 12 years he knew that his two older brothers could get into some heated arguments, just like their father and their uncle Raphael had done when they were younger. But Gerardo also knew that neither Romeo or Marcello would back down so easily.

“You have seen plenty of humans today! You watched a whole basketball game!”, Romeo exclaimed in frustration, grabbing for his brother once more. “Now, let’s go home!”

“I said no!”, Marcello exclaimed, pulling away yet again, this time with much more force. This caused Marcello to tumble forward, his weight pulling him off of the roof, down towards the big crowd of humans below. But thanks to the higher powers for Romeo’s fast reflexes, he managed to get a hold of Marcello’s hand, pressing his heels against the edge before leaning back. Gerardo yelped, running to throw his arms around Romeo, helping him pull their brother back on the roof safely.

Once Marcello was back standing on the roof, slightly shivering from the sudden shock and fear of falling from a high building, Romeo was on him in less than a minute.

“Are you okay?! Did they see you?! What were you thinking!?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, worry fart”, Marcello said, pushing Romeo off of him. “And no! No one saw me”.

“Guys, I think we should go”, Gerardo said, looking over his shoulder in unease.

“Rardo’s right”, Romeo said. “They could be checking the roof soon”. And with those words, the three brothers hurried home.

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The three brothers entered the quiet lair, their senses heightened for any sounds of movements that would alert them to their extended family’s presence as they sneaked through the lair.

“Do you think dad has gone to bed?”, Gerardo asked.

Marcello smirked, his back straightened as if he didn’t have a worry in the world as he clapped Romeo on the shoulder in victory. “Told you that old fart wouldn’t notice a thing”.

“Look twice before using the term old fart”, a voice sounded, causing the three brothers to jump in surprise, finding their father standing right behind them. His arms crossed and a scolding expression on his face, his towering statue causing his sons to crane their necks in order to look up at him.

“H- hey dad”, Marcello smiled with a sheepish smile. “H- how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough”, Leo said, his expression unchanging. “Where have you been?”

“At the game”, Gerardo said. “Just like we told you we would”.

“The game finished an hour ago. It only takes 15 minutes to get from the game and to the lair”, Leo said, his hands resting on his hips.

“The game stretched out”, Marcello said, feigning innocence. This caused Leo to sigh, rubbing the bridge of his beak.

Romeo sighed, knowing what this meant. “You and the others watched the game on TV, didn’t you?”

“We did”, Leo sighed, sounding more than a little frustrated.

“Okay, we might have hung around after the game and watched humans, but that’s it”, Marcello said, ignoring his brothers’ burning glares when he used the word “we”. “But it’s okay now. We’re home, safe and sound. So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head to bed and get some sleep before heading to dinner at aunt April and uncle Casey’s tomorrow”, the middle child smiled innocently, trying to sneak past the broad form of his father.

“Oh no you don’t”, Leo said, grabbing on to the tails of Marcello’s bandana, janking him back with a small tuck, and then pulling it off of his head with a smooth flick of his wrist. “Because you’re all grounded”.

“WHAT?!”, Marcello yelled out loud, grabbing onto his bare head.

“Aww”, Gerardo said with a sad expression, not resisting as his father took the bandana off of his head. “I hate being grounded”.

“That’s the rules”, Leo said, waiting as Romeo untied his own bandana before handing it to his father. “You don’t follow the rules, you get grounded”.

“That’s not fair!”, Marcello yelled. “You went out all the time when you were 15!”

“Yes, I got grounded too”, Leo said. “You see how that works?” He gathered all bandanas in one hand before pointing in the direction of their rooms. “Now go to bed. We start training early tomorrow”.

The three brothers groaned, Gerardo and Marcello being extra loud as they did so, dragging their feet toward the metal stairs that lead to the second floor of the lair. Leo watched them leave, making sure they had gone to their rooms, before returning back to your and his shared bedroom.

In your bedroom, he found you reading a book in the bed table light, your baby daughter cuddling against your chest as she played with her teething toy. You looked up and saw the bandanas in Leo’s hand, watching as he laid them on top of the dresser.

“Grounded?”, you asked, Valentina wiggling in your arms at the sight of her father, a big smile on her face.

“Grounded”, Leo confirmed as he got ready for bed.

“Hopefully they didn’t take it too hard”, you said, closing your book before placing it on the nightstand.

“Well, Marcello wasn’t too happy about it, but the others took it pretty well”, Leo said, crawling under the covers, wrapping arm around you, before pulling you and blabbering Valentina close.

“So nothing new there?”, you asked, resting your head upon his shoulder, watching as your daughter started to hit lightly upon Leo’s plastron with a wide smile. Leo shook his head in a response, resting his cheeks against the top of your head, watching you daughter place both hands on his chest. Leo sighed with a smile, tickling the side of little Valentina, her giggles loud and happy as she hid against you.

“And you, young lady, better not be like your brothers when you get older”, he said, finding peace in her small giggles.

“That, or she’ll be even worse”, you joked, your fingers soothing her small shell.

“With three big brothers? Yeah, you’re probably right”, Leo chuckled, placing a kiss on the temple of your head.

[opossumloverr]

Could I maybe ask for a rottmnt request? I was wondering if you could do the turtle tots have a crush on a child y/n. Like it would just be really cute to know how the turtle boys handles crushes as kids 😭

☼TURTLE TOTS X CHILD READER ☼

Summary:

The little turtles have a crush on child reader!

Warning(s):

None! Just some adorable fluff

A/N:

Congratulations anon for being my first ask, this is absolutely adorable, them having little crushes omg SO CUTE AKAKAKA (gender-neutral reader!)

《RAPH》

I feel like he wouldn't know the concept of liking someone.

He would definitely ask splinter about it, it would go a little bit like this..

"Hey dad.." Raph peers over at splinter, sitting on his one man couch.

"Yes?" Splinter responded,

"Why everytime [Name] comes to play with me, I feel all fuzzy and weird?"

"...what?"

At the end Splinter shoo's him off, man's gotta deal with 4 mutated turtles, I don't blame him.

So he has to rely on his brothers

They tell him that's the feeling he has is probably love, and he freaks out.

You bet next time you come over he's sweating BULLETS

He can't even look you in the eyes for five seconds without looking away in a hurry.

You're confused by this but don't think to much of it cause you just wanted to play

His brothers totally tease him about it saying..

"Raph has a crush! Raph has a crush!"

He denies it so much

But in the end he's just a sappy little turtle.

《LEO》

He's so surprised when he realizes

Like you guys would be playing catch and he misses a few catches because he was to busy thinking about how awesome you looked while throwing the ball.

He never would've thought it would be you! You're his pal, his amigo, his playmate, just a good friend, right?

Goes into a state of panic for about a solid 15 minutes, during those 15 minutes he runs around his room for a bit, rolls around the floor maybe, before laying on his bed and accepting that he has a crush

Definitely gonna be a little awkward when you come for visits though, tries to hide it.

But I think you can tell by the way he's looking at you like he's bout to start squealing.

Would try to get you to come around more often

Constantly asking Splinter after every visit

"So when can [Name] come over Agian?"

He's happy that it's you he had a crush on.

《DONNIE》

He's confused?

How did he fall for you?

Sure you listen to his rambles, and contributed to his 'weird' little hobbies, not to mention your smile is so contagious, but that doesn't mean he has a crush!..Right?

Oh, yeah that's how

He doesn't freak out as bad as Raph

Just goes into a mini state of shock when he puts the pieces together

He's is keeping this secret with him till he DIES, for his age having a crush is BIG news

He could not let anyone know, not even his brothers

And y'know what, he keeps this secret hidden for a solid 4 days.

Leo being a sneaky sneakster of course.

Next time you come over for a play date of a visit, all eyes would be on you.

Donnie would probably tried to keep you away from his brothers so they don't accidentally say something.

Not just that but he enjoys your company

Over all very lowkey with it

《MIKEY》

Mikey is ECSTATIC

He's so happy he got a crush, and on you!

Goes to tell his brothers immediately

But all his words just come out like this: OMGGUYSSSYOUWONTBELIEVEWHAT-

Like a keyboard smash

They're all like: what?

Mikey calms down and tells them what he just figured out

They're happy for him, little bro finally found someone

When you came to play, he has twice the amount of energy than when you usually come around

Wanting to do anything you want to do

If you wanna play catch, Okay he's down, you wanna play dolls, already has one, if you just want to talk, he's pumped for that too

He loves the feeling of loving you.

This was so cute omg ty for requesting, sorry if there is grammar issues it's 12 am and I have to wake up early to go somewhere, Anyways thanks!

[iamheretemporarly]

Ok so, people were interested so here

Ok so

It takes place after the kraang invasion for rottmnt and at the beginning of season 1 for 12 tmnt

Portal shenanigans happens and oop, rise leo is thrown in the 12 universe

He bonds with them (even tho a certain turtle is jelly rn) and the episode where raph and leeo fight about leadership happens, and instead of raph going "i can be a better leader" he actually goes "i bet that leon over there would be a better leader"

They nominate leon as leader, and leo storms off, he meets karai, usual stuff

And the snakeweek incident never happens cause leon actually manages under stress and didn't freeze like raph did in the og episode

So leon is still chosen leader by the team (splinter is very blissfully unaware because the boys kept this between them)

The tension between leo and Leon only gets thicker, leon knows that this is not good, he knows that leo's bros are only trying to get under his skin and they don't mean any true harm, but he can sense thaat there's something wrong

One day he catches leo watching space Heroes by himself

So he scoots over

"what'cha watching?" he asked, obviously trting6to strike a conversation

Any emotions that were visible on leo's face fell, silence, then he proceeded to answer "space heroes..."

"what's it about?"

"... Its about this space captain that saves galaxies with his team"

"ooooo, just like jupiter jim!"

Leo frowns, and Leon doesn't know why so he decides to lighten it up a bit by explaining what JJ is

"it's a sci-fi space show too! It actually has the same premise of space heros where-"

"CAN YOU NOT -" the shout of leo cuts him off

"huh-"

"So what?! You're gonna replace space heros too? That's what you're gonna do?"

"jeez kid, no need to get so defensive, it's just a tv show-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE SHOW—"

Silence fell heavy on the room after that, leo deciding ro break it

"it's not about the show- it's about- ALL OF THIS! yiu can't just- just waltz in and take the ONE thing i was good at and act like nothing' s going on!"

"leo-"

"Being leader was the onky good thing i had! The only purpose i was able to serve! Raph is the strongest, donnie's the smartest and mikey's the life of the team! But me?! I got NOTHING! sure i can come up with plans, but nothing as precise as donnie's, i can crack jokes but no one laughs at them like they do at mikey's, and i can pull my weigh, but raph can pick all of our weights, the only reason i train hard everyday is so i can keep up with them! And when i finally got something, when i finally have something of my own, you decided to come in and take it! Heck they never listen to me when i talk about space heros, but suddenly they're interested when YOU decide to talk about your stupid jupiter jim, and i kmow for sure that they're not fans of space sci-fi! "

Leo stops as he draws in a deep breath after dropping that shell bomb doing nothing but leaving leon stunned and speechless

"... Who am i kidding, you're the fun Leonardo, everything I'm not and everything they'd want... Of course they'd listen to you..."

Silence is invading the place again before its broken by leo as he gets up, the show he'd been watching long forgotten and abandoned

" j-just leave me alone... You got brothers that would love your company more than mine... Plus I'm pretty boring to hang around with"

And with that he retreated back to his room

Leon just sat there processing everything

These kids need to talk this out, asap

[14muffinz]

About your fusion AU, since you're open to asks

How would the fusions remember the different April's and Casey's (and Splinters for that matter) ?

Would their memories conflict, would it be muddy, or they'd prefer not to think about it?

(So i'm gonna go with 2012 as the other iteration for now, but if yall want to talk about it with a different set just say the word and that's how i'll answer)

I feel like memories get blurrier the further they get from the date of their fusion. Like, if you ask them about events a month or so before it, they'll be able to explain some pretty big chunks of memory, but their childhoods don't make a lot of sense to them.

Memories also have a bit more clarity depending on how 'similar' they are to their other self during them. Bad example, but Mikey has trouble remembering climbing on Raph's shell, because while he's still the shortest of the four, the fusions are all around the same size and he's way too big for that. But a memory of, say, a kitchen food fight would be more distinct, since the rise bros are a very lighthearted (not the word i'm looking for but still) set and the 2012 bros tease eachother often

we've also got to pick a spot in the timeline so we know if 2012 splinters alive or not.

All brothers know both aprils and caseys and can tell them apart, since all four have been worrying over them almost nonstop since they first fused

brother by brother below the cut:

Leo can remember the first time they met each Casey, because all three were initially perceived as threats. If someone gives him a brief explanation, he can remember their first fight where they failed to save 2012 April, but a lot of the time he won't remember the girl as Aprils He doesn't know how they met rise April, but can remember a lot more bonding moments with her than anyone else. As for splinter – he's one of the things that makes his memory sort of fight itself. Because of how much he loves to train, he doesn't have any clear memories of rise splinter, only 2012. Some memories of rise splinter, when he's more serious, he can recall in 2012's voice. When he interacts with rise splinter, there's a 50% chance he flips out thinking he's hearing Tigerclaw

Raph has most, if not all of his memories of the Casey seniors. A lot of them he remembers the wrong Casey out of the two being there, but he can usually recall it. Casey helps both Raphs unwind, meaning those memories are often where the Raphs are at their most similar. They remember meeting rise April a lot clearer, seeing the surface for the first time gives them a huge rush of freedom and they associate her with that because of rise. They don't remember the first fight where 2012 April got captured, but they remember her rescue. Raph remembers being ignored by his father. He remembers coming to rise splinter with concerns about one of his brothers and being brushed off. He remembers when Leo overtook him in training and how 2012 Splinter was suddenly more focused on training Leo instead. He remembers Splinter as one guy, but after the first few times the supporting cast tried to tell him about the fusions, he's begun doubting his memories.

Donnie has shoved all the memories they think have been altered deep within a mental cage. To be dealt with at a later date. They have informed Splinter (at least rise, dunno if 2012 will be around) that they do not remember much of the positive things in their childhood, and have decided to focus on separating the two Donatellos rather than their tainted opinion on their father. When they first fused, the 2012 april crush remained, but once they were filled in on the situation that stopped fast. Depending on when the 2012 bros are yoinked from, the power inside her episode would be a very distinct memory and would definitely change their interactions with 12 april. 12 casey is allowed in the lab because they know he has some sort of engineering talent, though they're not sure how good. They don't really remember Cassandra. In their brain, Casey Jones is the man with long black hair, and Cassandra is not that. They recognise her as Foot Recruit which has caused a lot of tension. June is a bit (a lot) skittish around them but they will try and interact if nothing else than for knowledge of future tech. Rise April is the only one who can get him to unwind, she knows all the tricks (this mistifies the 2012 humans, they've never seen donnie that chilled out outside of movie nights)

Mikey remembers the most of his childhood(s). He doesn't talk about it a lot since it seems to conflict with Leo and Raph's memories, but he remembers his first meeting with each human, first time watching the favourite media in each dimension, and a bit more. He gets along with all of them really well, but he's more focused on how weird his brothers have been acting lately. They're just so off, he swears…

[slady-ao3]

I've read fics that imagine Leonardo as a vegetarian, but I think at most he'd be Pescatarian. I opt with the hc his comfort food is fish and rice- simple dish indeed.

I'm not sure why, but after enough fics mentioned it I've also adopted that Raphael's favorite dish is Chicken Parmesean. He's definitely got the most American palette and that dish would be right up his alley.

I agree Donatello would be the most picky eater and like how Rise emphasized this! Not just because he forgets to eat but it makes sense he'd focus on nutrition to make it more effective. In the '87 series he even asked, "Oh, Michelangelo... what would it take to get your mind off pizza?" No doubt '12 has his hands full watching out for his younger brother with his eating disorder. (15 years of just algae and worms would do that to anyone, no wonder he's eating 'potato chips' off the street.)

Also agree on Michelangelo having no favorites, he just enjoys food. (Again, Rise nails this including when Mikey is so busy with cooking his risotto he forgets to tell his bros- oh hey by the way this dude got mutated on live TV.) I think part of his obsession with pizza is its so varied- it can be topped with everything!! Between that and being that baby of the family, the others let him have his way often with pizza but he is mindful to know their favorites... veggie for Leo, meat for Raph, cheese for Donnie, and supreme or literally whatever for him.

Since he will be mindful of their favorites, it allows the older three to be more adventurous. (And no, even Leo doesn't like anchovies- too salty!)

Outside of Pizza, what kinds of foods do you think the Turtles would like?

Like around New York do the TMNT have like favorite places with different ethnicities like Latin American, Korean, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Spanish, Italian, ect.

Or like specific foods like Sushi, Ramen, Pho, BBQ, Tacos, Gyros, maybe the random street cart/stall.

Like if April puts her food down about the Turtles mostly having just Pizza, and ask that they pick something else, how long will the argument go on, from what type of food to which place to get food from.

Like they know at least 5 Chinese Restaurants, but have different opinions on which is better.

Then again this probably depends on which area they live in since just because Bleeker Street (common point in many TMNT iterations) is in Lower Manhattan, doesn't mean the lair actually close to that street.

But then again I don't know every restaurant, cafe, diner, ect in New York.

Okay jumping topics sorry, my mind wandered while typing this out.

Half thinking about the TMNT getting like Grub Hub, Door Dash or something similar for some places that they don't have regular Delivery People at.

Or like someone who used to work at a Pizzeria that the Turtles regularly called for, starts working with one of these apps, and finds that they're getting orders to the same weird places as the Pizza Delivery dropoff for the TMNT.

They kinda think they may be cursed, up until They realize that these guys Tip GOOD! And pray they get these orders, because they know the good Tips. In Cash, not through the app. (Maybe Donnie thinks/knows the apps don't always pay well)

The legendary weird orders with in cash tips, are highly sought after among those who work with the Delivery Apps in the areas.

Have fun with my wandering rambling!

[pxrtalchopped]

So Shell Feed

two : ✧ afterthoughts

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parts: one || two ☑ || three || [four coming soon!]

thanks for your continued interest! enjoy!

Mikey's focus was off the entire rest of the evening.

It was something that became increasingly obvious to his turtle brothers as Mikey fumbled continuously throughout the remainder of the day's training sessions.

No one could necessarily blame him; they finally had a new friend!

And what more than that, they were a human! A human their age!!! The only other human friend they had was April!

'I hope she doesn't get jealous when she hears the news,' Mikey thought to himself, 'I wonder what MC looks like... I wonder what their name is! I wonder how many times I'll start my thoughts with the words I wonder!'

"- Mikey!"

"AGH!!" A startled yelp left the box turtle, turning to his eldest brother with a panicked expression.

"Raph, you scared me! You know you can't interrupt the first person's inner monologue!"

Raphael's response was just a look - a raised brow, crossed arms, and tense shoulders. His face read a mixture of annoyed and troubled.

"Mikey, what's gotten into you? You're never this distracted, even when you're excited about something."

Guilt tugged in the youngest brother's stomach, and he retaliated with a childish whine.

"It's not my fault!" he complained, "don't lie to me and say MC hasn't been on your mind, too!"

"Mikey, we can't let ourselves be distracted by the humans. We don't even know if MC is someone we can trust yet. You can be excited all you want when April give's us the clear to trust them. For now there's nothing we can do about it," he readied a fighting stance, fists raised by his face and legs squared and bent.

Mikey sighed. Although dissapointed slightly, he didn't show it. Instead, he lowered his stance and prepared for another round of fighting with Raph.

"You're right, big bro. Just gotta shake it off," he excused and quite literally shook his head with a grin.

"Come at me!"

___

Leo couldn't help but stare at the chat spontaneously while he did literally anything.

Either in disbelief or curious admiration (or maybe the fact that you went out of your way to give him attention) he was waiting for...you.

For you to do something, anything to prove that you were still there - that this wasn't just some random encounter and that was the end of it.

He'd be watching Jupiter Jim next to his father, passed out on the recliner, and during the scenes he memorized most he'd lip sync the words of the characters while scrolling through the chat, rereading the messages you'd so sparcely sent with butterflies in his stomach.

He'd be eating pizza, lazily sat on the counter of the kitchen across from his brothers, and pull up his So-Shell feed with his pizza greased fingers, staring just above the text box to see if your avatar and three little typing dots would pop up, ready to be the first person to respond to anything you had to say.

And even talking with his brothers, it'd be you that he was mostly interested in.

Sure, he'd still make sly jabs and jokes and even some insufferably annoying puns that drove the other three off the wall - but in between every one of those he'd subconciously whip out his phone and check for a notif indicating you replied to the groupchat.

As with Mikey, this behaviour was not unnoticed.

"Nardo, I get that you want to point out how gruesomely uninterested you are whenever I talk about the lore of the Jupiter Jim multiverse but doing so through checking on my greatest failure is just harsh."

Leo's head shot up with an offended glare. "What? Greatest failure?! Come on dude, not cool."

Donnie gave him a puzzled look, as if he didn't understand why Leo got so angry. "Uhh... yeah? I literally hyperfixated on firewalls and antimalware programs for a solid three months when I was 12 and some hacker wannabes from April's school got through my app - my app - as if it was guessing some funky password?! How did they even know I created an app?! HOW DID THEY EVEN KNOW I MAKE APPS?!?!"

"Okay wait, just for the record," despite noticing how heated his twin brother was getting, he chose to ignore it for your honor.

"Your greatest failure was the app and not an insult towards MC, right? Clarifying is important, I can never understand you."

Donnie sported an evident tick mark on his forehead. 'Sixhead LMFAOOO highthree inner-Leo, sick burn. If only you said it out loud.'

With an incredulous expression on his face and arms raised in the air, he gave a hurried nod before waving his hands in anger. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

Oh, poor Donatello, Leonardo wasn't. Leo left - all of them did, actually, and now the softshell turtle was left alone to his thoughts.

In the kitchen, with nothing but two slices of unevenly cut pineapple pizza to give him any form of pity he so desperately craved.

He needed to talk to someone. Someone that actually understood him. But who better than himself?

Maybe even an AI version of himself, one that would be able to give educated and immediate responses to every message sent by the braniac turtle.

".....Hey, I have a new app idea!"

___

Your phone most definitely had a virus. After charging it, your cellphone was so hot you probably could have cooked an egg on the back of it.

Infact - and woefully so - the heat damaged the pictures you had pressed behind the clear case - messing with the ink and completely ruining the polaroids of your dogs and old friends you forgot to take out of it.

Now the friends thing was probably a blessing in disguise, as they turned out to be very unhealthy for you - but the pictures of your precious doggos was enough to send you into a blind rage.

Which is why you made your way back to the tech club after school.

"I'm so gonna kill them - or report them to the principal and have their club disbanded and revoke their tech priveleges so they're stuck fiddling with their shitty moogle phones - but murder is on the forefront of my mind," you gritted.

The hallway was half-lit, considering only the janitors had a reason to be roaming the halls right now.

To be completely honest the situation you're currently in right now was kind of eerie.

What made it even more eerie was the fact that you heard shuffling and quick steps from behind you.

'Nope. Not a serial killer. Definitely the janitor. Maybe he's getting his steps in.'

Okay, but this time, as you neared the entrance to the tech room, you were 90% positive the diving sound and rustling of the trashcan directly behind you was not something you would hear from a Janitor.

Fiddling with the trash lid, sure!

The 'aw yeah, inconspicuous-style!' was not something a janitor would do. CALL YOU CRAZY, YOU JUST HAD A HUNCH.

The way you sprinted to the tech club's door. You could not have jiggled the handle any harder or faster - but it was fucking LOCKED.

God hated you.

He was probably mocking you right now.

The audience watching your horror film in theatres right now were probably laughing at the scene you're in AND stuffing their stupid little mouths with super yummy popcorn.

Jokes on them, though. You're a New Yorker. The only way you're going out is by some mutated Rat infected by some zombie virus.

"Oh, hell no. I got a melt-your-face scalding phone and I am NOT afraid to use it, come at me ese!"

"...Aw, shit! Not so inconspicous! Time to move!"

Just as you raised your hand to throw your cellphone you watched as a figure in a yellow jacket tried to make a break for it from behind the trashcan, running in the opossite direction from you.

But your abuela taught you the ways of the chancla. And you knew how to aim flat-surfaced materials.

'HEADSHOT!' You threw your phone with such precise aim it probably would've killed the... killer.

...If they were bald that is - but they were not, and your phone instead ricocheted off the afro-puffs of the stranger and shattered on the ground behind them.

Okay, bummer that you were so unbelievably stupid you just broke your phone with someone who had no intent to harm you after they were caught - but on the bright side, you threw it hard enough to make the stranger trip and fall!

"I've got you!" You exclaimed with a teary-eyed fury, pouncing on the [fellow high-schooler] and pinning their arms behind their back.

"Who sent you?! Why were you trying to kill me?!"

"AUGH! Hold up - Girl, I'm not tryna kill you? And I was sent by nobody! Nobody bosses ME around, except for my bosses! Of which I have had many, I can not keep a job for the life of me - "

" - If you weren't trying to kill me, then what were you doing stalking me after school hours?" You pressed.

You were salty that you risked and probably just ended the life of your precious phone over this girl so now you decided to be a little cocky and Sherlock Holmes this shit.

"I was just trying to see if you were totally cuckoo or evil for my buddies!"

"Your buddies?" You may be dumb, but sometimes you can connect the dots.

Female. High school girl. Checking if you were evil or not because her buddies were suspicious.

She must be talking about those groupchat dudes.

"Ow, yea-uh!" you let her go and stepped away from her, giving her the time to throw you some vicious attitude and a glare as she rubbed her sore arms.

"Donnie sent me your photo and asked for me to spy on you if I spotted you after school. Luckily I was finishing up helping Mrs. Sherman grade for some extra credit when you passed by the hall!"

"I'm going to assume that you're... April, then? They said something about how threatening you were going to be."

You and her conversed in a more polite tone than the previous inquisitive voices you shared.

You turned around to pick up your phone, and when you stood back up you were met with an outstretched hand, waiting for you to shake.

"That's me! I want to say it's nice to meet you but you were seconds from giving me a concussion." She gave you a cheery smile.

You felt guilty, but you looked her up and down with an unsure frown pursing your lips.

"....Can you blame me?" came your simple answer, slowly outreaching your hand to meet hers.

She laughed as you shook hands. "Not necessarily. I'm gonna be honest with you though, you are being strangely suspicious coming here after school's already ended."

Immediately, she had you in the same position you put her in just seconds before - kneeling beside you with your hands behind your back and pressed down.

She spoke again. "What were you doing heading to the Tech Club at this hour? Reporting your findings to your colleagues? Downloading Don's website into the power grid? Using a doohickey to overwipe the cassiters?!"

You were entirely sure she had no idea what she was talking about, though she did manage to confuse you if that was her original tactic.

"....Uhhh, what? My phone's literally melting the seams of my pocket right now, did you not hear the murderous tangent I was rattling off while you were spying on me from behind? I came here to yell at Kendra and her tech-savvy goons for totally ruining my phone!"

Her hands were off of you and you were up in seconds. She let out a comical, "oh." As if nothing happened.

"Yeah, I guess that adds up. Sorry, you have to understand how top secret our little group is," she whispered, squinting an inquisitory glare at the security cameras around the corridor.

You wanted to be put off by her SOOOO bad, but you had a feeling that she was genuinely just looking out for her friends, and it gave you a fondness and respect that you couldn't ignore.

So, you forgave her without a second thought.

"I guess that's understandable," first they have a whole 'we're mutant turtles living in the sewers!' bit you nonchalantly played off and now they're acting like they're some undercover facility of agents?

This ain't Kingsman, you're not sure how much quirkiness you can excuse before you ghost this group entirely.

"It just sucks that the stupid tech club isn't here tonight. I really wanted my phone fixed - or even reparation money to repair it before tomorrow but now it's even more broken than before!" You vented with a sigh.

April gave your phone a once-over, pondering for a moment before grinning at you.

"Hey, don't worry! Why don't I take you to the boys' place? I'm sure Donnie can patch it up with some virusblockers - plus he's probably dying to figure out what kinda bugs are going through the So-Shell via your phone, anyway. What do you think? Not too far of a trip from the school."

Could you trust her right now? Some random schoolmate taking you to a secondary location - broken phone and

exhausted as you are?

You made sure to tell your mom you'd be gone for a bit but for how long would you be there?

"He could patch it up in a jiffy, I could even give you a ride home on my bike!"

She could probably sense your uncertainty, but damn if her smile wasn't convincing.

She sounded so genuine and truthful, and you were so mentally drained that the common sense you once had (very little of) was already out of your body by now.

So you nodded. "Deal."

___

End of part two! I'm still using the text chats but I want to make sure this story has some actual length to it, you know? So here's a little bit of what I wrote up for now, I hope you stay tuned for the next part! Thanks for reading! <3

[criminalmutantsins]

My Version of the Hamato Family

Hi everyone! Thank you for reading and liking part one. It made my day!

So, this is where I shine in writing. I love creating characters and their backstory; it’s so fun. I think it is more important to focus on characters than the plot since a character can create the storyline- well at least for me.

I’m excited to share! Hope you enjoy!

Comment your thoughts! It would be cool to read them! 😁

……………………..

 Leonardo:

We’re starting with the usual leader-in-blue!

Although I adore Leo, his “perfect” personality can get a little boring. His versions usually have flaws, though they are the kind that makes you sympathize with him rather than feeling indifferent like with Raph’s anger issues.

Season 1 Leo would be a toned-down Rise Leo. He can be cocky when he succeeds over his brothers and would jokingly comment how he is Splinter’s favorite. However, it doesn’t come without hard work. Leo trains the most out of his brothers and spends most of his time studying fighting techniques. He is not naturally talented in ninjitsu like the past incarnations. Also, Leo’s motivations for training very hard and wanting to be leader is more for himself than anything.

Compared to his brothers, Leo was relatively average. Donnie was extremely smart, Mikey had his kind and joyful soul, and Raph was naturally a great fighter. Leo felt left out and decided that training to be a hero would be his way of standing out. He also believed that being special like his brothers was the only way to get Splinter’s attention; and it kind of worked. With all the progress Leo made, Splinter praised him, and they had a way to connect.

Around the beginning of S1(maybe ep. 5), Leo became the leader though how was different. Instead of Splinter deciding, the brothers did; the explanation was the turtles were a team and should make a consensus as one. This news made Leo ecstatic; he was finally living his dreams. Even so, he didn’t realize the baggage and responsibility a leader had to shoulder. Over the course of the story Leo grows as a great leader and fighter.

The Karai/Leo subplot will follow the 2003 version. He is convinced that Karai is a good person and tries to have her switch sides. There will be romantic feelings but its not the main motivation for both of their actions. I can’t say too much since this plot revolves around Karai more.

   Donatello:

Donnie is a blend of 2003/12 versions. He is intelligent with an extremely high IQ and was a gifted child. However, his intelligence came with a cost; making connections with his brothers and father was really tough for him because of their different interests. This left him withdrawing from everyone and focusing on his inventions. His social skills evolve once the turtles visit the city and meet April. The increasing danger of the Kraang further builds his relationships since communication is important in teamwork, and Donnie’s talent in inventing grew more in the spotlight.

Because of her fascination with Donnie’s smarts and inventions, April and Donnie become good friends as the story continues. Donnie also gets close with April’s best friend, Irma since they are science lovers. At first, Casey irritates him as they have clearly different personality; Casey’s impulsive and extroverted attitude conflicting with Donnie’s plan-based mindset.

Donnie’s love for his family is showcased after witnessing a terrifying, apocalyptic future where his family suffers. Paranoia sets in. His work to calculate the cause of this terrible, and its solution leads Donnie to rarely take care of his needs. He has to learn to trust in others instead of doing things alone.

 Raphael:

Unlike Leo, Raph is instantly gifted in fighting. He has more physical strength than his brothers and would constantly beat them in practice. Since childhood, Raph was Splinter’s “favorite” in the dojo and that definitely got into the red-banded turtle’s head. He would brag to his brothers and jokingly poke fun at their techniques. It wouldn’t affect anyone. Except for Leo.

Raphael’s ego started taking hits once Leo caught up to him and beating him in practice once in a while. It turned into anger after noticing Master Splinter praising Leo more. The tension soured their brotherhood. Unlike most versions, Raph’s anger is fueled by insecurity. He believes that fighting is the only thing he is good at and will get territorial if his spotlight is threatened.

Throughout the story, he learns to move on from his demons and realize his worth.

Family is important to Raph. He can be hard on his brothers yet will do anything to keep them safe, especially Mikey- his positivity must be protected. Casey and Raph become best friends for their similarities and love for fighting- they are impulsive bros.

 Michelangelo:

Mikey’s role is to be the positive and glue of the team. He loves to make people happy and would always do something goofy or kind to do that. His family have nothing bad to say about their youngest member and are very protective of him. The youngest brother doesn’t take ninjitsu as seriously as skateboarding, dancing, or just general fun. Though, he will be serious when the situation calls for it, such as the fate of his family and the world.

Although being an open ear to anyone, Mikey is not open to expressing his negative emotions due to his fear of damaging the family dynamic. It is noticeable when he is upset because he jokes more often and not focus. A lesson he must learn is to accept the good and the bad. Mikey can be reckless, mostly when his brothers rarely let him participate in missions. He wants to prove to his family that he is strong enough to protect himself and others. Reading people is his best skill and takes great pride in it, usually taking on the role of a therapist.

 Splinter/Hamato Yoshi:

I really wanted to take Splinter’s role in the Shredder’s descent to evil in the grayer area. He is usually the victim/innocent party of the story, which can get boring after a while.

Hamato Yoshi was born as the heir to Hamato Clan and childhood best friend of Oroku Saki. The Hamato and Foot clan were allies for centuries and would usually fight by each other’s side. Matters changed when the Foot’s beliefs grew more sinister. This left the Hamato Clan to eradicate their former ally. Splinter saved Saki before he could be killed, though, it came with consequences. Oroku Saki vowed to exact revenge for his fallen home. Growing up, Splinter became one of the strongest martial artists in Japan and married a woman named Tang Shen, later becoming a father to a girl. His world ended once he saw his clan destroyed and his family killed by the renewed Foot Clan.

Yoshi decided to move to New York and forget his old life. Years later, the martial artist noticed strange people caging defenseless animals. He would fight them long enough to protect four humanoid turtles, deciding to keep them after a moment of compassion. Splinter would continuously fight the strange men until a strange liquid turned him into a rat. This turning point banished Splinter and the turtles to the sewers for protection.

Splinter equally loves his sons. He would always make sure to give them equal amounts of love to avoid lasting issues. Though, he has made some mistakes. Emotions were rarely discussed because of Splinter’s unintentionally withdrawn attitude. The rat master wouldn’t instantly notice problems between his sons, and usually didn’t know how to resolve them. No matter what, Splinter is proud of his children and would do anything to keep them safe; sometimes not realizing that it could hurt them.

Hamato Yoshi’s guilt and trauma over the terrible moments in his life would be the main focus of his development.

[goldendaydna]

This is just a post of me vaguely gesturing at things 87, 03, and 12 Leo has done with his “I don’t even know how to describe but I know it’s not smart” energy

‘Hey guys I'm gonna check out an alien sighting meet up place alone and not bother to at the very least take a disguise with me’

Spent entire nights in an arcade to beat one game he just *had* to beat the game and risked being discovered.

*Get's lost and doesn't have his fam there with him, Screams and gets more lost* ((This poor guy gets lost so much in 87 it’s pretty sad, directionally challenged and gets tunnel vision))

I mean sure he once got hit by a personality altering ray to make him more fun but that doesn’t change the fact that he deada** left a note to his fam that said "Ciao babies I'm off to have a good time.   L" and that’s a whole mood

Mr. how can I find some way to solve my problems by using or throwing my katana in some way or form

87 Leo had memory issues and no one can tell me otherwise, there was even an episode that addressed the boys neglecting parts of taking care of themselves and like Donnie with his eyesight, Mikey with his ungodly amount of eating, I think Raph with some form of laziness? and I’m pretty sure Leo didn’t really get told anything; anyways so they see themselves in the future and their neglect turned into major issues in their old age and yeah Leo was so upset that he “... turned into a befuddled old coot” so yeah the universe just looked at blue boi and said lol yeah sorry bro

'I can avoid questions and situations by asking other questions and using kindness'

Threw lipsticks on a toaster painting for target practice

His turtle com voice mail at one point was: :D "Hi, this is Leonardo, I can't answer the turtle com right now, I'm off on a nightmare adventure from which I may never return." :D

Oop there goes the steering wheel ((This also happens more than once when he drives))

Got over his fear of snakes out of pure spite cuz two kids called him a coward and a snake man said snakes were better than turtles

“Ok, it’s not regular mail. I guess Mikey would call it *mimickes Mikey’s voice* Air Mail.”

Susceptible to peer pressure

He totally practices his hero lines

‘Lol a snake can’t fight! no hands or legs! *OOF*..... the risk I took was calculated but man am I bad at math‘

'Guys this sounds like a bad ide-' 'SHADDUP LEO'

Started a fight with Raph because "GIVE IT BACK!"

“YIKES! Excuse me sensei” because yes Leo, saving your dad from getting hit by a vehicle could possibly inconvenience him.

Kissed not one, but two plungers before realizing to his horror that yes he just kissed two plungers.

*Threw one of the biggest kiddie temper tantrums I have ever seen in a cartoon* like no lie he was on the floor and everything.

Mikey: Look, a glitch!  Leo: Beg your pardon? (Thought Mikey said b***h, or that he may have called him or Donnie one, I dunno but it happened.) 

His sport equipment of choice was a frigging scooter, nuff said.

'I AM SULKING AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT'

Talks to himself a lot and I respect that

'I am a failure and should not exist.'

He tries pretty hard to look cool.

Pouty frowny mc’pouter boi when he’s either annoyed or not amused or embarrassed

Reprimanded his brothers about silence then proceeded to fall off a roof and make all the noise in the world.

Leo: What’s going on? Donnie: I’m having the weirdest dream. Leo: You can’t be dreaming,*I’m* here. Donnie: CUZ I’M DREAMING YOU! (｀Д´) Leo: (¬､¬) *Maybe I’m dreaming you but you’re not dreaming me* ( ｰ`дｰ´) Donnie: (¬_¬)

"Halt villain!" holy stars he’s such a geek.

"Just like space heroes!" Leo’s relationship with this old cartoon in general. You legit just put the show on and he is just glued to it, he knows the lines, the scenes, just everything and tries to incorporate it in his everyday life and even missions.

A little girl told him about pinkies up when drinking tea ONCE and now it’s a mandatory practice.

He walked up to a seemingly harmless creature, said "mop mop" to mimic it then poked the thing and got his butt kicked; and this was AFTER he said “New rule no one touch anything.”

“You have a pineapple for a head!” *Looks and sounds shocked at the fact that he’s hallucinating Donnie’s head indeed being a pineapple but not as shocked as one would think*

*Mimics the weird Krang talk and makes a ‘Heh heh I am so funny’ face* ‘Hmm? Oh sorry, anyway-’

“Window cleaner on! Window cleaner off”

This blue dummy thought it was a good idea to hit on some random lady on a completely different hostile planet

The idea or even concept of him having shellacne just seems to offend him

“WE YOKAI WILL STEAL ALL OF YOUR SOULS, THROUGH YOUR BUTT!!! MWUA HA HA!!” ((I can just hear Donnie thinking “It’s important to be accurate” while his brother said that))

Bruh, I swear Leo seems like he lives in a constant state of dissociation like at least 87% of the time, like he’s there enough to where he can answer to people and take actions but he’s not entirely there. 

Tried to catch toast with a plate ((Never ask 2012 Leo, Raph, and Donnie to make breakfast together it’s just gonna end poorly))

And this isn’t even covering everything there is so much more but this post is already long enough.

[ancientstone]

Fic Rec List (A Tag Game!)

I was tagged by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid - Thank you!!

Rules: Post links (Ao3, ff.net, etc.); specify fandom/pairing/etc; don’t answer the same fic twice - spread the appreciation; tag other people; you don’t have to answer all the questions, but leave them in the list so the next person can answer if they want.

Fandoms mentioned are: Transformers, The Umbrella Academy, M*A*S*H, Over The Garden Wall, TMNT, Good Omens, Sherlock, Ducktales (2017)

(I’m going to cheat a little and ignore the *this month* parts because we’re only 2 days into 2020!)

1. Favourite complete fic you’ve read this month (multiple chapters/parts):

Transformers: Auf Nimmerwiedersehen by @morethanmeetstheass I love everything about this story (and series) and you know a fic is good when all you want to do is shake some brain cells into the characters *side eyes Blitzwing and Ratchet*. I often come back and reread this!

2. Favourite complete fic you’ve read this month (one-shot):

The Umbrella Academy: little white lies by @in-tua-deep because I adore everything they write and this one made my entire week when it was published! Just...A* Five analysis! Brilliant writing!! Great pacing!!! I love all of it! Also Klaus deserves extra kudos for being The Best sibling to his complex gremlin of a brother

3. Favourite WIP you’ve read this month:

The Umbrella Academy: If That’s Love by cylikkious Just...oof. So much oof. Major oof. Amazing character and relationship analysis between Five and Dolores and a take on them which you don’t see all that often. It’s simply *chefs kiss* Also drunk Five is always fun to read (and by fun I mean gut-wrenching!)

4. One fic/series you’ve read which you keep coming back to again and again:

Sherlock: The Elephant In The Room by flawedamythyst This is the fist fic I ever bookmarked back in 2013 and it feels like it only gets better each time I revisit it. Super writing, great at capturing the characters, and a good mix of sweet, tender moments and pure, painful angst!

5. Most underrated fic you’ve read this year:

M*A*S*H: The Very Model by the_aleator Yep, I cried when reading this. The pain. The angst. The tears. It just hits you right where it hurts and OW be prepared to be thinking about it for the rest of the day! Great writing and pacing as well!

6. Most underrated fic you’ve read EVER:

Over The Garden Wall: Secret Santa by skimmingthesurface Basically all of their otgw fics are awesome, but this one? Amazing, spectacular, incredibly winter-y and Christmas-y and festive! I love how they write Greg, and his relationship with his brother as well as Sara and all of Wirt’s other friends.

7. Favourite whump/angst fic of the year:

The Umbrella Academy: And Then There Was Five by maremote Five and Klaus running a plant shop? It’s more painful then you’d think! I love the way they write the brothers, and the brothers’ relationship with the plants, and all the pent up emotions Five has throughout. Another fic I’ve constantly come back to!

8. Favourite hurt/comfort fic of the year:

The Umbrella Academy: The Moons Laughs by @ladyorigami Me?? Crying constantly over this fic?? Nope, it’s just people cutting onions I don’t know what you’re talking about. I certainly don’t think about this fic every night, and how much Five needs a hug. Nope. Not me. Must be someone else.

9. Favourite fluff fic of the year:

Ducktales (2017): Peace and Quiet by DrummerGirl231 It wouldn’t be a fluff fic without some feels, but Scrooge is the best in this and I love him with his tiny niece and nephew. I recommend all of DrummerGirl’s Ducktales fics, because they’re excellently written and deserve to be swamped with kudos!

10. Favourite gen fic of the year:

TMNT: Hanging By A Turtle by @camsthisky Soft turtle bros? Check. Brotherly moments? Check. Hurt/comfort? Check. This fic has everything I’d ever want! I love Donnie’s p.o.v. and the way the feels. just. keep. hitting. It’s perfect, and I’ve read it so many times now that I’ve lost count!

11. Favourite smut fic of the year:

Nope, not my thing!

12. Favourite fix-it fic of the year/ever:

The Umbrella Academy: Contagious Hope by @tripleforte This will never not make me sad and the ending’s so bittersweet but that’s exactly how I like my fics so I’m actually happy through the tears! I love the alternative lives of the siblings, and how Five just?? Plonks down in the middle of all of it?? Like come on guys let’s become a family?? Perfect!

13. Favourite crack-fic fic of the year:

I searched around with the ‘tags to include’ bar on my bookmarks and according to that no fics I bookmarked this year had that tag, so I’ll leave this one be

14. Favourite sick-fic this year:

The Umbrella Academy: Get Me Out Of My Head by UnrememberedSkies Poor Five suffers in this fic and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to hug a non-existent person more? Also give them some medicine. And a blanket. And a pillow. This fic deserves more love and I think it’s been pretty overlooked, so please check this one out because it 100% deserves it!

15. Favourite kid-fic this year:

The Umbrella Academy: Something Domestic by @gentlemenpaws Teeny, tiny, adorable Five being cared for by a Who-Let-Me-Care-For-An-Infant Klaus? I’m in. Klaus’ panic is so sweet and he just?? Wants to do his best?? And also has several heart attacks because of Five’s powers?? Poor guy. I’ve read this enough to know parts from memory!

16. Fic this year which you didn’t expect to love as much as you do: 

The Umbrella Academy: It Comes and Goes (In Waves) by hujwernoo Not to say I thought I wouldn’t like it, but going into this I didn’t realise how much I would adore this series. It’s so amazing and I have to pace myself reading it otherwise I start skipping lines in an effort to read it all at once. if you haven’t already checked it out, do!

17. Fic which convinced you to ship a pairing:

Guardians of the Galaxy: Blue on White by @bluesocksandfluff I honestly can’t remember when about I boarded the Yondu/Kraglin train, but I’m pretty sure it started with this fic! The hurt/comfort is A* and small Peter is everything, and Yondu is a grumpy grump to can’t admit he has a heart and I love him for it! This is another fic I’ve read to the point of remembering lines!

18. Favourite AU you’ve read this year:

The Umbrella Academy: the ballad of but first, coffee by deerie I was loving this fic anyway as I was reading it but what completely sold me was how they did Grace, and Five’s interactions with her. Just...Don’t mind me, crying in the corner because FEELS HAPPENED. Also Klaus being part of a knitting group? 10/10 if it doesn’t happen in season 2 I’ll riot

19. Longest fic/series you’ve read this year:

Good Omens: Inverse Omens by @amuseoffyre This series is so sweet and sad and lovely and painful and heartwarming and goddamn it Aziraphale sort out your panicking boyfriend!! I look forward to every update, and I love all the little historical moments and tidbits of information! Also the author updates super fast and I need to know what writing deity they made a sacrifice to and if that deity will accept a can of Dr Pepper and Walker’s crisps because that’s all I’ve got

20. The last fic you’ve read:

The Umbrella Academy: a life still permanent by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid By complete coincidence I am halfway through rereading this fic and I’m kicking myself for forgetting how goddamn good it is. I adore Claire and anyone who lays a finger on her head will face my wrath, and Allison’s siblings being awesome aunts and uncles? Yeeeeeeessss!!

21. Wildcard fic you haven’t mentioned but deserves a shout-out + why:

The Umbrella Academy: Beyond the Fire by DenDragon14 Soft Luther? Five dealing with his trauma? A setting we haven’t seen before with these characters? Klaus taking a picture he totally won’t use for blackmail later? Yep, this is my kind of fic! It’s just SO. SOFT.

Tagging: As long as you want to, all the authors I mentioned!!

[misteria247]

Sfsfsfsfs got a vivid image of Rise Leo seeing Leon freaking out about his swords and he kinda goes:

"Wanna hold one?"

And there's shouts from Rise Raph, 12 Leo, 87 Leo, 03 Leo, 07 Leo and Bayverse Leo going:

"N O-!"

But yessss absolutely Shellshock Mona Lisa is Mom two and she's adored very much! And if the Rise kids ever met the Shellshock babies, even if on a very slim chance, they would definitely be awed. Rise Raph would probably get all teary eyed and be like:

"They're so tiny omg-"

Rise Donnie would definitely be jealous as you've stated but he'd never admit it. But Rise Mikey definitely knows it and will just shot him mischievous smiles whenever he sees him pouting a bit. And omg the other turtles.

87 Leo and 87 Mikey would definitely just be like awed by how tiny kid turtles are and 87 Raph and 87 Donnie would just nervously watch them to make sure they don't like get hurt all the while not knowing what they're doing. 03 Raph and 03 Mikey would definitely do stuff like make little jokes at them and praise them whenever they do something cool while 03 Donnie and 03 Leo would kinda hang back unless approached by them. The 07 boys meanwhile just watch everything in mild curiosity and amusement because it's incredibly interesting to see the Shellshock family interact and seeing the kid versions of the Rise kids. 07 Donnie would definitely be asking questions from Shellshock Donnie wanting to know everything about their timeline while 07 Leo, 07 Raph and 07 Mikey just let him go.

The 12 boys it'd be extremely surreal to them. Like they're used to somewhat watching the Rise boys and having their backs when they need them but seeing such tiny children versions of them??? A whole new ballgame. 12 Raph would definitely just try to mentally save the scenes of the Shellshock family in his head and save them for daydreams of his possible future. 12 Mikey would be bouncing around going like:

"Dude, dude our nephews are so cute omfg bros do you see them-"

12 Donnie would be lost on how to interact with children in general and would probably nonchalantly ask 12 Leo what he should do cuz 12 Leo much like 12 Raph and 12 Mikey is fantastic with kids. 12 Leo meanwhile would just quietly watch over them from afar, just an extra pair of eyes for Shellshock Raph and Mona Lisa. Old habits die hard. The Bayverse boys meanwhile would be extremely nervous around these kids cuz they're huge as is and to suddenly see tiny kids ranging from 8 to 10???? Who are incredibly shy or uneasy in some ways????

Yeah they'd be in the same boat as them lol. Bayverse Raph would be afraid to even go near them because they're so smol, while Bayverse Mikey and Bayverse Donnie would just watch and converse on what they should do should they end up interacting with them. Bayverse Leo meanwhile is calm on the outside but much on the inside he's like Bayverse Raph, just quietly freaking out.

Ronin Mikey on the other hand.......

He'd probably avoid them like the plague. Only interacting with them when absolutely necessary and he makes sure that those moments are few and far in between. It's nothing personal towards the Shellshock family, he just.......can't be around them for too long. It hurts too much if he sticks around. It's already a struggle to interact with the others that he somewhat knows but children?????? Yeah that's a lot harder.

I HAD TO DRAW MOMMA MONA AND HER BIG RED SON THERE IS A SEVERE LACK OF MONA CONTENT IN MY AU AND I NEED TO FIX THAT—

In other news, ShellShock Mona in Turtles Forever wise Mona is very munched charmed to see younger versions of her husband and his brothers. Especially with the 12 boys!

As for the Rise Boys, she’s having the same dilemma as Raph is. Those are her sons but not ya know? So she’ll just keep an extra close eye on them, nothing more.

Ok so /maaayyybbeee/ she baby’s Rise Raph and Rise Donnie a bit more than the others but she won’t say—

Sgsgsfsfsfsgd bro I'm living for Mama Mona Lisa fr fr she gives me so much life!

And oh my God yessss! The 12 boys would just be awed seeing Shellshock Mona and seeing her being married to Raph. They'd totally say things like:

"She's our kickass sister in law, ain't she neat??????"

Meanwhile 12 Raph would just get a blushy whenever he sees Shellshock Mona and Raph and sees them do anything remotely domestic. Daydreaming about 12 Mona all the while and thinking:

"Damn, I get to marry the love of my life and have a family with her and have her become apart of the Hamato family and clan. This dynamite gal agrees to becoming my wife."

Like 12 Raph's over the moon when he thinks about it and his brothers will gently tease him but they're all happy that their brother gets to be with one of their greatest friends. The 12 boys would also keep a close eye on the Shellshock fam since they're technically family yet not, and they'll often times be ready to throw hands for them if they need too. (Much like how they do with the Rise boys and their friends that they've made with the others turtles). Because in 12 Leo, 12 Raph, 12 Donnie and 12 Mikey's eyes, Shellshock Mona Lisa and her family are apart of their clan somewhat so she gets the honorary Hamato treatment.

And the Rise boys, especially Rise Leo would notice Shellshock Mona's watchful eyes on them, since he's always obversing his surroundings despite his laid back demeanor. As soon as he sees Rise Raph and Rise Donnie getting doted on by Shellshock Mona Lisa, he'll definitely tease them in that signature sibling way such as:

"Yo Donald, Ralph! Mom two wants you guys!"

Earning sputtering from the other two turtles, one embarrassed (Rise Raph) and one somewhat annoyed by the teasing (Rise Donnie). Rise Mikey all the while thinks it's absolutely adorable and will just go:

"Dawwww-"

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: Part 2

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 / Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

In which both Leo and reader get grilled by their families, because of the "pretty eyes".

Warnings: Spelling, loong.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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“They call him… The Batman”, Donnie said, reading from his computer screen, causing Leo to break from his starting contest with the wall. He didn’t even remember how he got to staring at the wall. He remembers returning to the abandoned cafe with his brothers, after their meeting with this, Batman and… her. She had said his eyes were pretty. No way she actually meant it. Not with eyes like hers. They were… Leo did not know how to describe them… deep? Colorful? Lively? Filled with emotion-, oh this is how he ended up zoning out in the first place.

Leo was once again pulled out of his thoughts, as Raph started yelling about how stupid it was to use half an hour to google something he could have guessed in seconds.

“I’ve read rumors about a supernatural bat creature in Gotham, but I assumed that he was an urban legend, or that he was a mutant like us”, Donnie said deeply fascinated.

“That guy was definitely human”, Leo finally spoke. “And I think his super natural powers are just his gadgets. Anything about the girl?” Leo could see Raph facepalm out of the corner of his eye.

“Nothing”, Donnie said. “Only stuff about this Batman, or whatever he is”. Why did that pull down on Leo’s mood? No information about her at all?

“We already know what he is!” Mikey was practically dancing at the whiteboard. “He’s awesome!... Unless he’s a bad guy… That would make him… 40% less awesome”. Leo could already tell by the look on Raph’s face that he wanted to punch their little brother all the way back to New York.

“No one knows his motives, but it does appear that he only attacks criminals”, Donnie continued. “Especially this clown guy”.

“So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?!”, yelled Raph. “The dirtbag stole my sai!”

“Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies have you been watching?”, Donnie muttered.

“Is that why that girl hang around him?!”, Mikey yelled from his whiteboard, jumping with the same enthusiasm he had shown ever since they arrived in Gotham. “He has bitten her and now she is under his control? This city just gets better and better!”

“I don’t think so Mikey. She did say Leo had pretty eyes”, Donnie said. “Hypothetically, I don’t think a human under vampire control would say that. I actually don’t even think vampires in fiction can control people like that…”

Leo already hated this conversation.

“Look all I’m saying is Shredder stole the ooz from TCRI and came to Gotham, we know he’s been working with a new partner, right? It’s gotta be this bat creep and that Leo loving sidekick he has around”, Raph said, exasperated.

Leo remained unmoving with his arms crossed, but the mentioning of the girl made something move in his stomach.

“I’m not so sure”, Leo said. “The way they fought, avoiding lethal blows. They wanted to figure us out. Like a detective".

“She wanted to figure you out”, Raph mumbled, just loud enough for Leo to hear it. Leo would have spoken up, and Mikey not done it first.

“Okay bros. I broke it down”, he said, pointing to his drawings on the whiteboard. “Awesome: Little bat throwing things, cool car, sweet hat, Leo’s first girlfriend. Not awesome: Kicked our butts, may be evil, mean voice, Leo’s first heartbreak”.

“Either way”, Leo broke in, before giving his brothers any chance to add on to Mikey’s whiteboard Batman and sidekick breakdown. “After Wayne Enterprises, we have no idea where the Foot will be next. The Batman is our only lead”.

Donnie nodded. “Whether friend or foe, he and his sidekick was at the scene of the crime. And if you give me a minute, I think I’ve gotten an idea”.

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“I was right outside!” you yelled like a spoiled child, waving your arms in the air, while Batman carefully looked at the magnifying glass in front of him, a sample he had taken from the sai laying in the little glass tray. “I did nothing but watch those metahumans kick Penguin’s butt! I could have helped you!”

“I did not need help”, Batman said, stoic as he always was when wearing that mask. “I had it under control”.

“That blood in your mouth said otherwise”, you sighed leaning against the deck next to you. This man was stubborn and you knew it. It was no use fighting him on his opinions, as it would be a losing battle for anyone except him.

You heard the familiar sound of a grappling against metal, and saw as Batgirl made her way out of the air vent.

“Heard on the scanner that the police took in some of Penguin’s men. Said they were jumped by four crazy frogs. I assume those were my lizard guys”, she said.

“Your lizard guys are strange”, you told Batgirl.

“They are turtles”, Batman said, pressing keys on the computer keyboard. “And the DNA on this weapon suggests they were mutated by an outside agent”.

“Mutant ninja turtles”. You raised a brow. “And me who thought Gotham couldn’t get any stranger”.

“The technology the ninjas have already stolen could be used to refine a mutagen like that”, Batgirl noted. “But why?”

“The cloud-seeder is the last piece of the puzzle. Which is why I had to move it to a secure location outside of Gotham”.

“I really wished you guys brought me in on this!”, Batgirl said. “I mean I saw the monsters first. It’s my case”.

“And pass up the opportunity to watch them swordfight Penguin later in the future? No way! I had front seat tickets!”

“There were too many unknowns. You could have gotten hurt. Both of you”. Batman turned his attention towards you. “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)”.

“What do you mean? I was beating that blue one pretty good”.

“Yet you didn’t notice the red one almost tapped you from the back”.

You felt a movement in your stomach and cold run down your back, yet your face started to feel hot. You did not notice at all. When would that have happened?... How long did you look into those blue eyes? Did the red one see an opening, only for Batman to save you, while you were being engulfed in a mutant turtle’s eyes, not noticing the world around you?

“N- no, I didn’t”.

“No, and you’ll have to work on that before I start calling you for backup”. Feedback from Batman always sounded harsh. And it did make you feel self conscious. But when it came to fighting alongside Batman, it was a matter of life and death. “In the meantime”, Batman continued, before you could dig too deep into your own feelings. “I’ll need to start working on a way to counteract the mutagen”. Batman stood for a moment. “And for that I could use both of your help”.

You could feel a big smile form on your face as Batgirl thanked the man you saw as your father figure. It wasn’t often that he actually asked for your help, or any help at all, making this a rare occasion, forever saved in your memory.

“All though”, Batgirl said as Batman looked closer at the sai he had gotten from the red turtle. “If those creatures left the Penguin's men tied up for the police, maybe I was wrong about them”.

“Maybe”, was all Batman had to say about that.

The drive back to the Batcave from Wayne Enterprise was silent. With you and Batgirl squished together in one seat, while Batman was driving the Batmobile. The silence that was so common when it came to Batman. It was a far cry from the Bruce Wayne that had taken you in as his own daughter. I was as if the moment he took the mask on, he became a different person. Not less loving than the Bruce Wayne you had given the title father, but less expressive and harder to read.

“Pretty eyes?”, Batman said, finally breaking the silence. Batgirl looked at you in confusion.

“It caught him off guard didn’t it? I’ll say it worked”, you said, playing with a smile on your lips. The bat stayed silent. You knew that silence. It was not an approving silence. You tried playing it off, talking about something else. “Did you notice how easily excited the orange one got? And how mad that red one was? They kind of remind me of Robin-”.

“Your brother is not comparable to a bunch of ninja turtles”.

“Well you might think that”, you mumbled, thinking of your pestilence of an adopted brother, that often caused chaos in your daily life, by sneaking around Wayne Manor. “He does look a little like them”.

Batgirl turned to Batman. “Care to explain?”

Batman sighed. “(H/N) and the blue mutant had a moment where she told him he had pretty eyes”.

“A moment?”, Batgirl asked, slightly shocked.

“A stare down”, you said, feeling your cheeks getting hot.

“A moment”, Batman corrected. “Even his attacks became softer after she told him”.

“No they didn’t!”

“They did. And so did yours”.

With your cheeks on fire, you crossed your arms and leaned back into the seat you shared with Batgirl. The amused smile she was trying to hide, made you wish the Batmobile would swallow you on the spot.

Why did that damn turtle have to have such pretty eyes?

[twisted-broth]

Your Hand in Mine- Jack x Reader

Reader gender: female Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of death A/n: sorry for being absent for so long! I’ve kinda lost a lot of motivation and creativity so please send in some prompts I’m v desperate. Word count: 2202 You laid down on your bed with a good book and music blasting from your phone, bored after the third day the Winchester’s had left you alone in the bunker. The sound cut out, replaced by the generic ringtone. You answered it after seeing it was Dean. “Hey hey.” You greeted. “Y/n, glad you’re okay. I need you to meet us in Wyoming, we have stuff to talk about.” He said, sounding morbid. “Okay, text me the address. Hey, is everything okay? What happened with the nephilim?” “I’ll tell you there.” He growled before hanging up. He quickly sent you the address for a hotel about a 12 hour drive from the bunker. You packed a small bag and retrieved your motorcycle from the garage. 

You rode for 12 straight hours, running on nothing but fast food and caffeine. The limited word from the boys only made you go faster. You finally arrived at the hotel and parked next to the familiar Impala. You grabbed your bag and walked to the building, passing a boy around your age huddled by a stack of crates. You slowed down and knelt down beside him. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked him. “Yeah. Everyone was just really angry inside.” He shuddered. “My oldest brother gets angry a lot. I usually let him be when it happens. Just remember it’s not your fault.” You assured him. “No… I think it is. He sure seemed to think it was.” The door opened beside you, releasing heat into the cold night. “Jack? Jack?” Someone called. “Sam?” You asked, recognizing the voice. “Y/n!” He rounded the crates and spotted you with the boy. “Hey, bro, how’s it going?” You asked, standing and giving him a hug. “Uh, good now, since you seemed to have found who I was looking for.” He said, gesturing to the boy you were with. “Oh yeah, he and I were just talking.” You smiled at him. “She’s very nice.” He told Sam. “Yeah, she is. Jack, this is Y/n, my sister. Y/n, this is Jack, Kelly’s son.” Sam introduced you. “Kelly Kline? He’s that Jack?” You asked in astonishment. “Are you afraid of me now?” Jack asked quietly. “Oh god, no. You’re just a lot different than I expected.” You explained. “So what exactly is Jack here doing outside, in the cold, by himself?” You hissed. “There was some fighting and Jack got upset and vanished.” Sam told you. “Was it Dean?” You sighed. He nodded in response. “That ass. You can’t think too hard about what Dean says, Jack. His frustration turns into anger… and fear.” “What is he afraid of?” Jack questioned. “He thinks it’s his job to protect everybody and right now, he and Sam and now me, have to protect you. And protect people from you if it comes to that.” You told him. “Am I really worth this?” He asked, sounding defeated. “Kelly thought so.” Sam promised. “Cas thought so, I think so.” “I think so, too.” You chimed in. “Now, c’mon, it’s cold out here and I’ve been driving for 12 hours.” You offered the nephilim your hand which he grabbed tightly, his hands surprisingly warm. You hauled him to his feet and walked with him to the door if the hotel. “It’s usually at this point that you’d let go of my hand.” You whispered to him. “Sorry.” He quickly released your hand and stuffed it in his pocket, earning a laugh from you. “At least buy me dinner first.” You teased, clapping him on the shoulder. You jogged to the counter to get a room, leaving Sam to explain to Jack what you had meant. “She was joking. Holding hands is kind of a romantic thing and it’s something you after you get to know someone or- uh- get dinner with them.” Sam awkwardly explained. “Room for one night. Preferably close to them.” You told the lady at the desk, nodding to Sam and Jack. “Alright, just swipe your card.” You pulled one of your fake credit cards out and swiped it on the machine. “You’re all set, Miss Smith, your room is 117, right down the hall, next to Mr. Seth.” She nodded at Sam when she said that and handed you your room key. “Thank you.” You took the key and headed back to Sam and Jack. “Y/n, would you like to have dinner with me?” Jack asked when he saw you arrive, interrupting what Sam was telling him. “No, Jack, you don’t date someone just for the sole purpose of holding their hand.” Sam sighed. “I would love to get dinner with you.” You insisted. “Can you not?” Sam groaned. “Tomorrow sound good?” You continued, ignoring Sam. “Yes.” Jack said, smiling proudly. “Ooh, I’m going on a date. Don’t get too protective, Sammy.” You teased. “Just don’t tell Dean.” He begged as you walked down the hall. You stopped into Sam’s room real quick to grab a beer before going to your room. “Yo! You didn’t tell me Donatello was here! What’s up, man?” You asked, giving the prophet a small hug. “Oh, hello, Y/n. It’s nice to see you.” He greeted. “Well, good talk, I’m going to take this beer and go to sleep. Bye, Donny. Bye, Sam. See ya, Jack.” You left the room and entered your own, downing the rest of the beer and crashing onto your bed. ~~~ “Y/n, wake up!” Dean yelled, shaking you awake. “The fuck do you want, Dean?” You asked sleepily, annoyed at being woken up. “Jack is missing, c’mon.” You began moving quicker, shoving Dean out of the room and changing. You packed up your stuff, grabbed your gun and angel blade and bolted out the door. An angel blade flew passed your head, lodging in the neck of a demon. After Dean retrieved his blade, you headed down to the cars, tossing the keys on the front desk as you went. Sam, Dean and Donatello piled into the Impala and you got on your bike, following them as Donatello delivered directions. You eventually arrived at Jasper, Wyoming, a place you remember reading about in Dad’s journal. It was right above where the shedim were trapped. You rounded a corner and saw Jack in the distance, stand with someone who looked like Donatello. A fiery pit slowly grew between them, a clawed hand reaching out of it. Once you got close enough, you brought your bike to a stop, threw your helmet to the side and raced towards Jack. “Jack! Jack, that’s not Donatello!” You yelled, hoping to draw his attention from the pit in front of him. “Y/n?” He called out. You heard Sam, Dean and Donatello exit the car behind you. “Ignore her, Jack! She doesn’t care about you!” Fake Donatello insisted. “I do care! Please, Jack, close the pit!” “Jack, that’s not Donatello!” Dean told him, coming up beside you. Fake Donatello morphed before becoming someone else. He looked similar to Cain, but his hair was a healthy brown. “Who-” you began to ask but you were cut off when the stranger raised a fist, making it so you were no longer able to breath. “You’re hurting them!” Jack yelled, the hole quickly closing. You could see that Jack was angry by the way he held himself and the way the stranger looked on in fear. Before anything could happen, he disappeared, once again allowing you air. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Jack asked, rushing towards you. “Yeah, don’t worry, Jack, I’m alright.” You assured him. “When did you two get all close?” Dean sneered, big brother mode turning on. “Last night. We had a little chat about how you are when you’re angry.” You shrugged. “When I’m- oh. Right, that.” He sighed, turning and going back into the Impala, leaving the conversation at a standstill. “I told you not to tell him.” Sam sighed, going after his brother. “Damn, if that’s how he acts when we’re just being friends, he’s gonna flip his shit when he hears about our date.” You laughed. “Your date?” Donatello asked. “We have a date tonight!” Jack told him happily. “I see. You kids enjoy that.” He muttered, heading for the Impala. You followed him to the driver's seat and knocked on Dean’s window. He rolled down the window, allowing you to talk. “You take Donatello to get his car and I can take Jack straight back to the bunker. Cool?” You asked. “I guess…” He sighed. You nodded and led Jack back to your bike while the boys took off. You searched through the attached truck until you pulled out a spare helmet and tossed it to Jack. “What do I do with this?” He asked, spinning it around in his hands. “Put it on your head, latch the clippy things and put down the visor so you don’t get rocks in your eyes.” You instructed. He did as you said and you tightened the helmet for him. “Now, I’m going to drive and you’re going to put your hands around my waist and hold on tight.” You said as you mounted the bike and started it. “Aren’t there supposed to be seatbelts?” He asked nervously. You laughed. “Not on a motorcycle.” He got on behind you and laced his arms around your waist. “Ready?” You asked him. “I think so.” He replied uncertainly. You drove forward, following the trail the Impala has left behind. Jack yelled something behind which got caught in the wind. You rode for four and a half hours with a few breaks to talk. It grew dark as you reached Denver, Colorado. Hunger reaching your mind, you scanned the surrounding restaurants, finally parking at one called Acorn. “Ready for our first date?” You asked him, pulling off your helmet and fixing your hair. “Yes, I am!” He exclaimed happily. You chuckled and took his hand, guiding him into the building. “Two, please.” You told the hostess as you approached her. “Right this way.” She guided you. “Ever been to a restaurant before, Jack?” You asked once you had been seated. “I don’t believe so.” He replied after a moment of thinking. “Okay, So first they’re gonna ask what you want to drink. You’ve got all the alcoholic stuff here, but since you don’t know what you like yet, I’d avoid that.” You directed him. A waitress approached your table, notepad in hand. “Hello, my name’s Chrissy and I’ll be your server today. Can I start y’all off with something to drink?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll have a water.” You told her. “Me too. I’ll also have a water.” Jack said. “I’ll be right back, then.” She said as she left. “Alright, now you can look at the menu and see what you want to eat.” You scanned through the options on your own menu. “Do you want to share the oak roasted chicken?” You asked, seeing the limited dinner options. “Yes, that sounds good.” He nodded in agreement. Chrissy came back with your waters and you placed your orders. Throughout the rest of your dinner, you talked about anything and everything. You told him about your life, joining them after Adam and your mother had died, growing up on the road with no real friends except your brothers. You told him about Kelly and Cas and explained anything he asked. He didn’t have much experience with the world, but he told you what he could. He talked about his powers and angel radio and what he wanted to see in the world. After you had finished dinner and payed, you called Dean to tell him that you’d be staying at a motel tonight. “Wait, with him?” He scoffed. “I sure as hell ain’t paying for two rooms.” You replied. “It can’t be that far, can’t you just hold out?” He begged. “We’re in Denver, Dean. It’s another eight hours.” You stressed. “You left seven hours ago, what the hell are you still doing in Denver?” “We stopped for dinner.” “For three hours.” “We did a lot of talking.” “We were on a date!” Jack exclaimed, hearing your conversation. “What did he just say?” Dean growled. “Hmm? I didn’t hear anything. Oh, I’ve got to go. It’s getting dark and I want to make sure we get into a good motel. Bye, Dean.” You quickly ended the conversation and hung up. “Sorry, I just got excited.” Jack sighed. “It’s alright, Jack. Dean just doesn’t like you very much and he’s very protective of me.” You explained. “Oh, okay.” He said awkwardly. “Well, hop on, let’s go find a place to sleep.” You said, tossing Jack his helmet and getting on your bike. After arriving at a nearby hotel and booking a room, you flopped down on the bed and kicked off your shoes, ready to sleep after the eventful day. “Y/n, what happens after the date?” Jack curiously asked. “Well, if the people like each other, they start dating and call each other boyfriend a girlfriend, generally.” You explained. “Then… can we start dating?” He asked shyly. “If that’s what you want.” “Yeah, I think I’d like that.” “Then, date we shall.”

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COMPLETED. This was my first TMNT long-fanfic series! I started this WAY back in 2012 and finished it summer 2017 [yeah....I went on a 2 year hiatus it was bad]. But, it stuck with me. This story truly was a coping skill itself as it got me through a lot. When I first wrote it, until the last chapter-- it was a ride! If you’re interested, check out chapter 1 below and the link for the full story! Thank you!

"Again!"

Man, what I'd do for a nice large pepperoni pizza right about now… Michelangelo smiled at the thought of the delicious masterpiece. Immediately his mind began ticking at the thought of what he could conjure up. Obviously it'll have a ton of cheese! Maybe I could make- HAWAIAN! Now that's a pizza that'll-!

"Focus, Michelangelo!"

Oh, shell! Shaking his hungry mind, Mikey realized that he was now sitting on his shell, sprawled out on the ground. Looking up, Mikey was shot with his infamous brother's death glare. Oh, Leo. I swear, this dude practices how to rip through my soul in his mirror.

"That's the third time this week I won in less than ten minutes, Michelangelo." Leonardo said, scoffing the dirt off his knuckles. He sighed as he reached his hand out to his youngest brother, "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your mind on one thing? More specifically, your training?"

"Uh," Mikey smiled weakly, accepting his brother's hand as he lifted him up. "Just today or this week? Cause' if it was today I think it's about...the third? And if was the week well I really wasn't thinking of keeping score of-!"

"Oh come on, Raph! That was totally uncalled for!"

"Don't be such a sour puss, Don."

"What now?" Leonardo mumbled to himself as he rubbed his forehead. Lately all of his brothers have been a source of both migraines and ulcers. He shook his head as he stormed over to his brothers. Stopping in his tracks, he turned around and said, "You stay here, Mike."

Karai has been awfully quiet for the past few months, the Purple Dragons haven't made any big moves, and the Foot has yet to steep out on the streets since the fall of the Shredder. The pressure of danger popping up, maybe even stronger, at any point pushed Splinter to train his sons much harder. Of course, Leo took Splinter's intentions to heart. Maybe a little too hard, for Leo's sake!

If he were human, he was sure that his oldest brother would have a hair full of grey hair at this point.

Uh-oh! Leo looks even more ticked off than usual! Maybe if I just sneak past using my Battle Nexus Champion ninja skills… Michelangelo watched Leo turn to face the other side of the dojo where Raphael had Donatello in a headlock, shouting something about winning fair and square. Smiling to himself, he took complete full advantage of his situation. Tip-Toeing his way toward the door of the dojo, Mikey could hear Leo and Raph bickering over Don's cries to be released. This was his big break-!

Making a sprint to his bedroom, Michelangelo can't help but embrace the adrenaline rush that consumed him. Pushing himself to run as fast as he could, he finally reached his bedroom door. Shutting it behind him, he sighed of relief. Ha! Made it out alive! Go Mikey, go Mikey! Go! Go!

A loud knocking echoing outside his door interrupted his exhilaration. Oh, Shell. "Michelangelo!" Leonardo was back again for the kill -this time, his voice full blown with authority. "Your training is over when I say so! Get out here right now and finish!"

"Geez, Leo, calm your katanas." Lowering his head in defeat, Mikey opened his door. Before Mikey could plea to his big brother, Leo slapped his brother across the side of his head. Before Mikey could cry out, he suddenly felt his arm being dragged out of his room and down back to the dojo.

"Aw, come on, Leo!" Mikey cried, (failingly) attempting to get out of his brother's grasp. "I'm sorry! Next time I-!"

"This won't happen again." Leo said sternly, giving him a shove into the dojo. Inside, Raph and Don were already waiting. There, Don is leaning against one side of the wall, and Raph being on the other- both his older brothers pouting in their own corners.

"Alright," Leo began, clearing his throat. "Everyone's behavior has been unacceptable these past few days-."

"We don't need a lecture, Fearless." Raph grunted. "Especially from you." Mikey bit his lip to the growing tension in the small room. Lately, things weren't very peachy between him and his brothers. Hell, even Donnie is acting up!

Leo, after Splinter fell ill earlier in the month, took the role of being head of the house. As if Leo wasn't already- er- besides Master Splinter of course! In Mikey's eyes, this meant Leo's big brother's aura/lecture/talks have increased a good fifty percent. Leo has become even stricter with his brothers than usual. Sure, Leo wasn't fond of Raph going up to the surface with Casey some nights. It wasn't until recently when Leo became more persistent with Raph about his time out, with or without Casey. But it wasn't just Raph getting the wrath.

Don, being in his lab even more often than usual, has focused solely on helping Master Splinter have a speedy recovery and his usual calibrations. Master Splinter insists that he just has a simple cold, nothing for his sons to fret over. Of course, Don being his own perfectionist, convinced himself to run every test on his father as possible- just to be safe. Even Michelangelo knew that once Don was head into a project, there would be nothing to snap his head out of it until he was through. Leo, knowing how hard his brother pushes, attempts to pull his brother out of his lab and train more. More like force him to train.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to agree with Raph on this one." Don sighed. "We did everything you asked Leo, it's only morning practice. There's no need to push so hard-."

"No need?" Leo hissed, clenching his hand to his katana.

Oh, shell. Well, yup, aaaand Leo has officially cracked.

Mikey took a step back as Leo walked up to Don. Getting face to face with his younger brother, Leo said, "Karai can be out there planning a way to get back at us!"

Mikey could tell that his oldest brother was trying to hide any emotion in his voice. In a way, he always felt bad for Leo. It was very, very, rare that he'd see Leo calm down and just hang out with them. He tried to recall the last time he just joked and played with his brother. Were we 10? 12?

Leonardo looked over to the rest of his brothers as he continued on. "You think that you'll be able to fight off an entire Foot elite? You think you're strong enough to face Karai?"

"We know you aren't."

Wait; scratch that, now Leo has cracked. Oh, come on, Raph! Michelangelo slapped his forehead as Don cursed under his breath. Well, this is it. It was great knowing my brothers.

Silence fell onto the room.

Donatello stood helplessly in front of Leonardo. Leonardo's head snapped over to Raphael, still clutching his katanas tightly. Donatello placed his hand on Leo's shoulder, gripping it firmly to keep him in his place.

If Raph and Leo don't kill each other now, than the tension in this room will! I totally got to stop it-! Mikey stepped in between Raph and Leo as he put his arms outward toward each of them. Forcing his trademark grin, he coughed a chuckle, "Okay, dudes, look, we're all tired, pretty ticked off and maaaybe even hungry? Let's part on friendly terms, eat some pizza, say our sorries and call it a day!"

Silence fell again.

Mikey darted his eyes to each of his brothers, still attempting to keep a smile. Raph, on his right, was standing firm with his arm crossed. His eyes locked onto Leo's, irritation oozing from his glare. Looking to his left, Leo had the same glance to Raph. Don stood on Leo's right, still holding Leo's shoulder for dear life. Don, being the only one who was looking at Mikey, simply shook his head. Mikey bit his lip as he desperately looked to his brother. Come on, Don! Give me a hand here!

Knowing Don, being the most peaceful one out of them, he probably won't step in until Raph and Leo pull each other's heads off. Leaving Mikey going solo.

Forcing a more cheerful smile, Mikey clapped his hands together. "Okay, then! I'll start then! Leo, bro, I'm sorry I ran off to my room to hide from your demon like wrath and for probably pissing you off even more- BUT, anyway, I am sorry! Now, Raph, apologize for being mean to Leo."

"I ain't apologizin' for shit."

"GOOD APOLOGY, Raphie-!" Mikey smiled, attempting to cut Raph off. "I can almost feel the emotion of sympathy flowing in the wind! Now, Don, you apologize for talking back to Leo!"

Don, rolling his eyes, knew to play along with Mikey's game- or else he won't stop the charade. His voice monotone, he squeezed Leo's shoulder. "I'm sorry for talking back to you, Leo."

"There ya go!" Mikey smiled. His plan was working! Er, well, Raph is too proud for that anyway. I think I even see Leo lighting up a little! Smiling to Leo, he pointed to his oldest brother. "Now, Leo, it's your turn! Apologize for being so strict and fatherly and dominating over us!"

Raphael chuckled as Donatello slapped his forehead. Oops. That one was my bad.

"You're absolutely right, Michelangelo." Leo smirked, deep blue eyes beginning to grow even more intense. He forced a laugh as he continued sarcastically, "Wow! I'm sorry that I'm only just looking out for each of you. Oh, wait! I am so sorry for making you guys train harder so that when you go out in a fight, you won't come back as many times as you've all been hurt. But, I am mostly sorry for being so fatherly. I didn't think caring about my brothers' safety and protection could be so awful."

"You're so full of yourself, Fearless." Raph hissed, stepping closer to his older brother. "You think just cause' Master Splinter has a tiny cold you think you could play master! Well guess what? Yer no master-!"

Brushing Don off his shoulder, Leo stepped closer to Raph. His voice raises higher, the emotion no longer hiding. "Coming from the guy who goes out every night just to feel more tougher and stronger! How does that protect this family?"

"Stop!" Mikey cried, stepping in between his brothers. "C-Come on, guys! I know how much you guys love proving each other wrong but-!"

"Stay out of this, Mike." Raphael warned, shoving his brother to the side.

"Guys, come on." Donatello took a try at stopping his older brothers. "At this rate you two are going to wake Sensei. And he needs all the rest he can."

Ooooh the guilt card! Nicely done, Donnie! Leonardo hesitantly backed away from Raphael and nodded. "Fine. We're done for now."

"Finally!" Grabbing Raphael's arm, Mikey attempted to tug his arm toward the door. "How about we play some Resident Evil, Raph? We always make a good team-!"

"Yer leave me to die and take all the ammo," Raphael shook out of his little brother's grip, "no way in hell am I playin'."

"Aw, come on!" Mikey pleaded, watching his brother stroll to his room. And once he's in there he ain't coming out until dinner...Maybe Don will play with me!

Adrenaline rushed through him as he skipped his way to Don, who was cleaning up the dojo. "Donnie!" Mikey tackled his brother, putting his arm around Don's shoulder. "How about we play? I'll let you be the cool dude and I'll be the chick!"

Half-laughing, Don removed his brother's arm off his shoulder. "Can't, Mikey. I got to check in on Splinter and call April to pick up more medicine." Making his way out of the dojo, he looked back to his youngest brother and smiled slightly. "Maybe you could check in on Leo. You do owe him an apology, you were pretty harsh on him."

"ME?!" Mikey squeaked, raising his hands in the air. Before he could defend himself, Donatello was already gone. Sighing in defeat, Mikey slouched his back and dragged his feet back in the hallway.

Plopping himself on the floor, he leaned his shell against the wall. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he rested his head on his knees. This wasn't the first time he felt that all his brothers were completely against him. Shell, all I wanted to do was help. That's what I…always wanted to do. Why can't his brothers see past that?

I-I know I like to play jokes and act like an idiot sometimes…but don't they see that I'm not an idiot? O-Or do they really see me as just…that. No. Mikey shook off his deep thoughts and pulled himself back up on his feet. There was no way he would let his family see him this way. They'll just think he's whining again for attention.

B-But, I don't! I just…want to make things right for once.

And he knew jus where to start!

Mike quickly paced himself over to Leo's room. His door was completely shut. Biting his lip, Mikey hesitated knocking. Leo usually never keeps his door totally closed, that is, unless he wants privacy. But Donnie's right…

Mikey did his traditional knocking; knocking twice, then again three times. "Leo? Its me…can we talk for a second or are you sleeping or meditating or-."

Leonardo slowly opened the door halfway, leaning himself against the door frame. His arms crossed, he cleared his throat. His eyes finally reaching his little brother's, Mikey was taken back by the look his oldest had. He was exhausted- whether it was mentally or physically (shell, or even both) he couldn't tell.

"H-Huh?" Mikey snapped out of his dazed thoughts and looked back up at Leo. "OH- uh- look, Leo, I'm…sorry about picking on you before. I totally get how freaked out you are over this-."

"As should you." Leo cut off, his voice becoming deeper with authority. "Remember what I told you at the Battle Nexus? If one of us goes down, we all go down. You need to pick up your slack or…" His voice faded as he looked to the ground, then immediately back up. "…or we will go down too."

"What are you sayin', bro?"

"I'm saying…that if you don't stop fooling around and focus on training with me and the others, we can't trust you in a fight."

"Can't trust me?!" Michelangelo echoed, hurt piercing his voice. His brothers, brothers, believed that he'd be nothing but… "You guys think I'm just some kind of…liability to you guys…?"

"I didn't say you were one, Mikey." Leo placed his hand on his youngest shoulder. His voice becoming more comforting. "I'm saying, if you keep slacking off and not working with all of us…then yeah, you're putting us in danger too. And as the leader, I'm not putting Raph and Don in danger too."

What the shell? L-Leo really sees me as that much of a weakness that I put Raph and Donnie in trouble..?

"L-Leo, come on." Mike pleaded, starting to back away from his brother's reach. "I-I mean I joke around with you guys but, when we train I do my part and get it done! Okay, maybe sometimes I get distracted easily a-and I tick you guys off, but I work!"

"Mike!" Leo exclaimed. "Just…get your act straight. I'm not going to tell you again." And with that, Leonardo shut his door. Leaving his youngest drowning in his own brother's words…

./././././././././.

Shutting his eyes tight, he could have swore he heard his brother choke a sob. Sure, his brother was the most sensitive out of them all. And yeah, he took any criticism to heart at times, even while covering it with a joke. But he did it for the best…right?

Leonardo collapsed on his bedside, staring up at his ceiling. When did things get so crazy? Sensei…I-I don't think I can handle all of this not-.

"I trust you, my son. You know your brothers well. You will take care of them. Have faith, Leonardo. Just as I have faith in you."

His heart clenched as his father's words swam around his already filled mind. He knew Raphael was already completely fed up with him, Donatello was too stressed over Splinter's condition, and Mikey…is just in his own world.

At least there, Leonardo knew Mikey didn't have to have the burden of worrying over anything. He can just be himself, laughing, goofing off, cracking jokes, and just acting like things were just the same as they were.

He needs to realize the truth…

Even if it hurts him.

[puttputtpity-blog]

Any one remember Donnie from Wild Thornberrys?

Yeah, I met him. 

I should mention I’m not particularly fawn of children. By particularly, I mean hella. Like, they creep me out and make me nervous. They smell weird, make noises, are loud, like ????????????? What the hell is that??? It’s probably due to me being the 2nd youngest out of all my siblings, and only by like, a year. And I also grew up super isolated and I guess I never got to interact with other kids to figure out all that shit. 

Spoiler: I still have no desire to try and communicate with these gremlins.

I don’t even think you guys understand how bad I am with kids. I’m already awkward okay. Then here comes these mini drunk people babbling incoherently while the mom encourages them.

 Bitch, I ain’t taking time out of my day to try and decipher your hob-goblins gargling, scratch record speech. Because frankly, I don’t care. Like, I try okay? Once. I’ll try once then after that I’m out bitches. Nothing good can possibly come from something that sticks its hands down its pants, scratches its ass, picks its nose, then shoves its hand in its mouth.

Now will I slap a kid? Absolutely not. But if I see one fall, I sure as hell ain’t running to help it. Honestly though, like, you tell me your kid is in 5th grade, I will understand nothing. 

What age is that??????

Does it know how to talk????

How smart is it???

Can it use the bathroom by itself???

Do you have to walk it on a harness???? 

Like,....The fuck does that mean?????????

Now, my job means I have to sometimes interact with these ovarian spawns. 

Whatever, that’s fine. It’s typically them just saying a number. Some are actually pretty well mannered and all that. Most are shy and don’t say anything. So, in short, tolerable. Hell, some are even kinda fun to talk to. 

HOWEVER. As I mentioned above, I met Donnie from the Thornberrys. These 3 kids come through, 2 boys (Big and little brother, and a sister) I guess they were like,,...5???? 6??????? Idk?????? Small????? My guess is like, 4 years for the sister, 5 for the little brother, and like,...6 maybe for the big brother??? The fuck I know.  

Now, this day I was working with a guy, we’re gonna call him C. C came in around 4:30 to help me work night shift. (I worked 12-9) We bonded over the fact we are both shit with dealing with these sperm slip ups. As if God above heard us, here come the kids. Now, I knew the girl that was with them, Gonna call her Lo. However, I didn’t say anything to her because I’m an antisocial shit that hates everyone. 

But, But, BUT,........the first thing these children do is come banging on the damn door. Fuck you gremlin, we have a window. 3 actually. Damn. But none the less, we open it. Smallest of the shits shove past and starts trying to touch everything. 

Excuse me child, but what the frick frack, putt putt, butt fuck do you think you’re doing? 

So we finally get him out and the girl is just like, lol he do that sometimes. 

Well, maybe my foot sometimes slips right up your ass? Come get this thing. (Is it a good time to mention I’m a salty person?) We get them the damn balls and all that good jazz and they head out. Now, they come back, the little one does. This kid doesn’t know how the fuck to speak apparently. Literally, mumbling and pointing at random shit and I just?????? Why the hell are you like this??? Did your mother not slap you and tell you to speak up? Mine did?? 

He leaves again after I nudge him out and close the door. (And Lock it cause he just flung the door open and came right on it, rude spawn) So, they get to the last window and they, like many other uterus expulsions, are amazed at the ball drop pipe. (It’s typical for them to want the ball back to do it again when we explain how it works, but we try and ask them not to stick their hand down there since last year, apparently, a kid almost got his hand stuck.) So, unlike most kids who are like, “Where did the ball go????” and us simply explaining there’s a pipe, then letting them drop it again through the hole, then they leave, these little shits start SCREAMING, “WHERE DID IT GO??? HOW DID IT DO IT? HOW? TELL.” 

Bitch. Chill the fuck out you sim creation reject. We explain over their screeches and they continued with, “GIVE IT. GIVE BALL, GIVE.” I’ll give you these hands son. So we give it and they drop it again and leave the putt putt area a little after that. So, I go to use the bathroom okay. I come back and C is not amused. Apparently, the youngest had come back to the last window and stuck a hand through, holding a  melting ice cream (it was all over his arm) and was like, “Help, my ice cream is falling.” So C is like, “???? Uh, take it back outside??? I can’t help you???” And the kid just keeps trying to hand it to him while dripping ice cream everywhere. C is like, “PLeASe? SToP?” And finally his brother ran up, snatched it, and just chucked it towards the nearest trashcan. 

We are not done ladies and gents. 

The oldest bro comes back from the bathroom a little while later and he just leans into the last window and stares at us. (The fuck up with kids and staring?) So Me and C are like, ??? What? And this egg goes, “I went to the bathroom.” Okay????? We kinda just look at each other and then just say, “Good job???” THIS LITTLE SHIT JUST GOES, “I ain’t done yet.” 

????????????!!!!!! BITCH COME AGAIN? YOU RIGHT OVER THE HOLE THAT LEADS IN HERE. WHAT THE FUCK. YOU BETTER NOT.

So, it just keeps staring at us like we know what he’s talking about, so finally I quietly go, “You’re not done....playing?” He just nods and is like, “Yeah, wanna play golf.” JESUS CHRIST KID, THE HELL. IF IT WASN’T YOU SHITTING, IT WAS ME CAUSE YOU SCARED THE SHIT RIGHT OUT OF ME. Whatever though, I hand him the shit. He looks at the club and is like, “No, just ball.” 

NOW Y’ALL. Remember how I went out and bought new golf balls with my own money? I was not excited about the aspect of handing this thing a ball, considering it would probably run off with it. But it’s my job, so fine. Donnie Thornberry has come over now, and he wants one too. Fuck me. Whatever. So I hand them white golf balls. “I want black.” 

Child. Fuck you. Take the damn ball. I tell him, “We don’t have black. We have white, 2 green, and a yellow.” 

“I want black.” 

Boi. 

We explain it 2 more times before he settles for yellow. 

WELL ALL THEY DO IS IMMEDIATELY DROP IT IN THE HOLE AND START SCREECHING AGAIN. 

At some point, mumbling mertle knocks on the door. This little turd was clever. It was a convincing knock, and sounded like one of the clean up crew workers knocking to clock out. 

We opened the door.

There it was. 

First thing it does and point out the ants on the side of the door frame. Good job. Then he starts mumbling incoherently, in child talk, that neither me or C know how to translate or speak. I ask, “Do...Do you want to play again??” SIMPLE YES OR NO ANSWER, AN OFFERING TO THIS HELL SPAWN TO GET HIM TO LEAVE. I get jack shit of an answer, as it continued to babble and barge on it. It went to the ball drop bucket and pulled it away, throwing the balls everywhere before taking one and trying to shove it back up the pipe. 

Where was the girl watching him at? Right outside the damn last window. So, now I decide to bring out my drama acting lessons, to pretend I give a fuck how she is. 

“Lo??? Is that you??? How are you?” 

“Omg hi!! I’m doing fine! I took them out to play a little today, you work here now?” 

No, obviously I’m a masochist who enjoys hurting myself through dealing with your burrowed responsibilities. Yes I work here. 

“Yeah! It’s a summer job til I get back to college. Speaking of the kids, you wanna get this one?” 

“What’s he doing?”

Bitch, just come get him, what the fuck. It’s in my shack. 

“Uh, well, he’s sticking his hand up the pipe and he might get his hand stuck, we had someone do it last year.” 

“Oh! Just smack him.”

MOTHER FUCKER i CAN’T JUST HIT YOUR KID???? AS MUCH AS I DON’T LIKE KIDS, I AIN’T GONNA HIT IT?

I tell her, “Uh, I can’t, I don’t wanna lose my job.” 

“Oh, kay, I got him, just gotta smack him and tell him to leave.” Sure enough she leans over and bops him on the head while telling him to get out. Out he goes. Lock door again. 

AND THANK GOD THEY LEFT SHORTLY AFTER. 

Quoting C here, “Most people would assume if you worked here, you’d get nervous around the druggies, the pedo’s, snakes, whatever. No. It’s the kids.” 

PEOPLE PLEASE CONTAIN YOUR CHILDREN? THE FUCK?

[warnerbro]

can't keep my hands to myself.

Boo: [So Boo's walking. FINALLY. He feels like he can run. He can, but he's supposed to take it easy. RigHT. He's out and about. Buying groceries. Cleaning his parent's house, working on the plants outside. I guess it's summer? Cilla's apparently has been around, and I'm sure they've agreed to hang out, which is what they are doing??? She walks up. There is a grin. Because it never fades okay. And somehow they've never touched upon that last conversation at lunch right? right. But I'm sure like Celine Dion it all came back, and yeah, Boo's totally remember why, how and exactly when he fell in love Cilla all over again. And it's painful, because he knows he should stay away but fight him, he won't. So she's walked up, Boo gives her a ~Hey, and crossed his arms over his chest.]

Cilla: [Cilla's walking a veRY thin line right now, heading over to Boo's parents' place again and again, especially with her fiance not knowing that that's what she's doing, but now that it was the position she'd put herself in, she couldn't imagine wanting to change it. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. They were just friends again, that was all. Donnie would freak out over just that, but that didn't make it wrong. Just friends. No big deal, right? None. So, she comes up to the house, and sees Boo, that big grin on his face as usual nowadays, and she gives a soft smile back.] ~Hey back.

Boo: So, i'm gonna need you to change your shoes. [he looks down at her feet.] No holes in my grass. Fresh new, nice grass. [There's a sigh and an ulterior motive. An idea in mind-- because member that one lake? they gOIN.]

Cilla: [She looked down in confusion, then right back up to Boo.] You say that like I bought an extra pair of shoes with me. [GOD THE LAKE I DIE.]

Boo: Well I'll just have to carry you then. [because when isn't he carrying Cilla at this point?]

Cilla: [And, as I'm sure it has multiple times in these past few months, her face heats up.] You're supposed to ~take it easy~, Boo.

Boo: [he shakes that big head of his,] Nope. Don't believe in that. Plus, I'm sure I could run a mile right now. But I did have some plans in mind. [ ... for us.......... to hang out.... only.... no other ideas... i swear. ]

Cilla: [She doesn't care, she still feels concern. Like, geez, dude. R E S T.] Plans, huh~? [There is a /hint/ of innuendo in her voice, but honestly, she doesn't mean for it to be that way.] Alright, then. Just don't hurt yourself.

Boo: [So he makes her cover her eyes the whole way fyi, though I'm sure she's been here reCENTLY WITH DONNIE IRPRIp, and I don't know how they get there. maybe cil just walks like a normal person, maybe boo carries her, maybe they take a car because i'm sure it's not actually walking distance but either way Cilla has a blindfold okay. And they arrive because fastFORWARD. ]

Cilla: [Her eyes are still covered I'm presuming, and she's getting this air of deja vu, because this has totally happened before, and she's being lead by Boo, I suppose. She has an idea of what this might be, because, okay, Boo. I see you. But not really, I'm blindfolded.] Can I take this off now?

Boo: HOld, on. Just a minute, Cil. [ so he hurrieS AND CIRCLES THE CAR, OPENS HER DOOR.] now. [REMOVES THE BLINDFOLD. AND LET'S SAY THERE IS A NICE SUNSET LAKE In FRONT OF HER GDI.]

Cilla: [The blindfold drops, and YUP, it's the lake. Good deja vu instincts. She gets this REALLy big smile on her face, because, no, she probably hasn't been here in awhile. Take that. Then she turns her smile from the pretty sunset, back to Boo.] You dweeb.

Boo: [car door slam.] Says the one who was just wearing a blindfold...............................

Cilla: [And she's just gonna INFORM HIM of the fact that it's been awhile.] I haven't been here in ages.

Boo: [So i'm gonna say they are walking towards now? he picks at some plants along the way sure.] Before I moved back home, I would have said the same thing. [ NEW YEARS EVE ] I had forgotten how great it is. How pretty the sky gets, when you're gone for so long you just lose a certain appreciation for some things [THINGS AND YA MAYBE HE MEAN SPEOPLE. OR ONE SPECIFIC ONE WHO IS RIGHT NEXT TO HIM MHM.]

Cilla: Yeah, it's gorgeous. [And she's nodding in agreement with him, and though Parrish sees that double meaning, Cilla does not.] It's like practically nothing's changed. Like, all this time, and it all feels-- looks the same.

Boo: [did i mention he's carrying a blanket, because he is. and they are gonna sit. okay. well he does at least. he leaves room for her. let's watch the sunset k. he nods at her words, though, I'm sure he disagrees to much of an extent. Things are completely changed. And somewhere along all of that time spent away from Cilla and the lake, it's almost too much of a memory that once was. It's something he definitely wants back, but he doesn't press.] It feels the same... [he agREES to tHA TFINE.]

Cilla: [Yup. And that's really all she meant. That it feels the same, but she backtracked on herself yikes. So, she takes a seat on the blanket, almost wearily, because, sitting on a blanket at sunset together? Yikes again. There she is, looking at the pretty sunset, contemplating what the hap is fuckening. She's gonna contemplate and enjoy the view. Sorry bro.]

Boo: [fine we can do silence. we can do painful silence. Because Boo can just sit on with her while contemplating ALL of his horrible life choices especially where they all started... which was ThanKSGIVING A LONG TIME AGO.]

Cilla: [Cilla is now growing tense under thIS WEIGHTY SILENCE, because silences... never good, man. Sometimes worse than screaming. Yup. She shifts a little uncomfortably, throwing a side-glance at Boo who doesn't really seem all that fazed by the fact that they are /just sitting there/. 12 years ago this would have been no problem; normal even. Now it spoke volumes more-- because was he in the middle of thinking too hard too? Geez. More silence growing on.]

Boo: [he feels said side glance, k, he chooses to ignore it for awhile, as his eyes are pressed on the sunset in front of him, but he's having his quiet time. Contemplation runs wild, because yes, he is thinking way too hard, as I'm sure he has been since he tore his god damned acl, and so finally addressing Cilla's side glace he speaks.] What..? [there's a half smile half laughter because stop being weird]

Cilla: [She's torn away from her hap fuckenings because of Boo's voice, and so she turns to him, shifting yet again so she's angled towards him fully.] I'm just-- thinking. I don't know.

Boo: Oh. [he sighs a little too contently because nothign can ruin this moment for him. okay. he's happy. watching the sunset with his old best friend.] Penny for your thoughts?

Cilla: [She sighs, not so contently, because she's SO LIKE, WTF TO EVERYTHING, AND SHE CAN'T GET OVER IT.] I... don't know, Boo. I don't know. I'm thinking about too much. I don't know.

Boo: So... stop thinking? [ya because life's so easy when you're boo warner.]

Cilla: [Nothing but a straight up look of 'are you joking'?]

Boo: [he laughs.] Fine. [retract because bad advise.] What are you thinking about?

Cilla: [She pauses. What exactly does she want to divulge about her thoughts? Geez.] I don't know. This. Right now. Everything. I don't know.

Boo: [it doesn't occur to him, any one of her thoughts. They do not occur to him, because all this time it was one sided. His resurfacing memories-- it was just his guilt, his regret all coming back.] I... [hopefully it was.] I feel it too. [ he picks at some grass at the edge of the blanket I'ms ure.]

Cilla: ... What do you feel? [that's what you get. just that.]

Boo: Just... Memories. [there's a shrug.] That's it. [downcast look. he goes quiet because that's what you get.]

Cilla: [She sighs, because she thought maybe she was getting somewhere as far as him explaining why she was suddenly someone he wanted to see after all of this time, but, of course. No dice. So, maybe she needed to be more straightforward?] Boo... It's not like it was. That's-- clear. What-- What changed? [she didn't even look at him asking this question. I'm sure the sun's down by this point. I guess, so like, harder to see facial expressions now.]

Boo: ["What's changed?"] Ha. [There's a chuckle, a silent one, and maybe only air comes out of his mouth, as that question completely baffles him.] I think that's the thing. [he stares off into the sunset, as I'm sure they are avoiding eye contact.] Nothing ever changed for me, Cilla.

Cilla: [She shakes her head at that, too quickly. Way too quickly, like she's trying to press the escape button on the metaphorical computer of life, yes.] No, don't... Don't say that. You--... [she paused, taking in a breath. and suddenly she became much more serious. more allie on a dock in the rain kind of serious.] Then why? Why didn't you try to fight for me? Why didn't you say something-- other than-- other than how much you couldn't stand me. I know I didn't make it easy, but--... but that didn't change anything for me either! [we are the epitome of allie rn.]

Boo: You didn't make it easy??? You didn't make it easy? Ha. You made it really god damn hard, Cilla! [gives her an ARE YOU SERIOUS look because?!?] You'd made up your mind about me based off of one stupid mistake. [hands in his hair old boo warner is coming because omg he's gonna puLL HIS HAIR OUT ALL OVER AGAIn.]

Cilla: You don't have to remind me of the things I did. I remember. And I know all the things I said, and I know all the things I did, Boo, but... Just because I said one thing, it didn't mean that it was over for me. And it wasn't. It wasn't over for me! And I waited for you for /so long/. But now it's-- [she glances down at her engagement ring and then back to Boo.] it's too late. [she shrugs, probably holding back patented Cilla tears.]

Boo: Well guess what, Princess, it wasn't over for me, either. [deADPAn.] If that wasn't completely obvious. No matter what you did, no matter how much I tried to... No matter which Rocket got in the way...[ his weight on his now shakey palms bcs hearing this is, let's be completely honest, is music to Boo's ears. Not her tears-- though, he sure was used to them by now, but GDI, that was all he needed to hear for what was to come next.] It's not too late. [ shaking his HEAD BCS NOPE, and just to show her that is completely undeniably not over, he's gonna grab that stupid pretty face of hers and kiss those god damn lips.]

Cilla: [The back of Cilla's mind was screaming, but there was an even louder screaming coming from the front of her mind, blocking the things in the back that were saying 'stop while you're ahead'. Because, honestly, all she'd wanted to hear all these years were those words coming from him. She was ready to respond, but before she could realize what was going on, Boo was kissing her. And as much as she wanted to tell herself that she should stop, she couldn't. She just pressed further into him, because it'd been 12 years too long, man.]

Boo: [HERE WE GO AGAIN. With his hands in Cilla's hair there is some much kissing going on. and on a blanket, in front of the lake and the sun is going down. She's pressed all to close, and his heart is beating so hard and loud in his chest, that the only way to silence it, was too pull her closer. Yes, he'd die happy, there, and then, rolling around on a blanket and kissing the love of his life RIP.]

Cilla: [THERE IS BLANKET ROLLING AND SO MANY KISSING, and yes, all thoughts except for the ones about book warmer are all gone from her mind, just like that. She's weak, swooning even. But, nope. We can't continue this here. Because book warmer needs to do some lifting in this situation. SO. She pulls back, almost a mirror from Christmas, minus the snow. But that same ~look~ is there.] Take me back to your house.

Boo: [and as much as Boo wants to go on, as much as he wanted to continue everything good that was going on there on that goddamn blanket. He doesn't. All he needed was that one kiss to prove Cilla was right, and he got it, right? And maybe that oNE just so happened to turn into more than a kiss, and maybe she WAS looking at him with those big beautiful eyes, so just like normal old Cilla Dodgeson always had-- she left him breathless, weak, and completely under her spell. Huffing for air, and trying to still his heart, he nodded. So he stopped. He shook his head, he pulled away, and let out an inaudible groan and himself sure. He stared at her. His lips on a raging fire because they had been deprived of something so great, but rose to his feet, and held out his hand for her. like come on let's go find a kitchen table instead.]

Cilla: [So, without another word, she grabbed his hand and stood from the blanket. Logic, at this point, is all but turned off for Cilla, as it tended to do when it came to *coughcough* physicality with Boo Warner. So, she waited for him to lead the way, breathin all heavy, and all excited for the kitchen table. Yup.]

Boo: [So he leads her to the car, holding her hand all the way there. He stop to open the car door for her, but I'm just gonna say before letting her step in he gives her one more kiss. just becAUSE HE CAN. So the car ride I'm sure is going to be painfully silent, and so they arrive back home. Boo pulls into the drive way, and ya he's going to sit there and stare at her again. Keys out of the ignition. He sighs and plants them eyes on her, and gives her a look, like are we doing this.]

Cilla: [She doesn't ALLOW herself to turn her thinking back on, even while she's just sitting in the car. That would be far too dangerous. But, when the car stops, and Boo just looks at her, she reads that unspoken question, and with the biggest sigh, she says nothing, but she just grabs him by the shirt and pulls him towards her, pressing lips together, and holding that kiss for at least twelve long, hard seconds. Then she pulls back, raising an eyebrow like, 'dOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION']

Boo: [Boo Warner had never felt so in over his head in his life, that was until Cilla kissed him once more. Just as a car ride was easy to calm him, there were her lips to remind him of everything he had missed out on. And as cruel that reminder happened in a car of all places, the look in her eyes sealed his fate. So she pulled away, and he pulled on the car door handle, and he was out in a matter of seconds, because there was no more waiting. they weren't kids anymore, there wasn't time to waste. He had a lady to kiss, even more, so when he circled back around the car to meet her, he pressed his lips so hard against hers, that sure she was raised up, and sure he was definitely lifting her up and it wasn't BEFORE LONG UNTIL makING OUT against the car got old, so there they go ACROSS THE ThreSHOLD OF HTE WARMER RESIDENCE, and torn acl? NOPE, against, the car, against the front doorway, and YEP.]

Cilla: [Again, everything seemed to be calling back to when they were teenagers. The car, the way she felt, the way she was being lifted up into Boo's arms, the fear that something was going to interrupt them. Everything was the same. She was no longer in control. Every action was a reaction to Boo, and yup, she was against a doorway. Was she now trying to get clothes off? You guessed it. Difficult, given she's pressed against a door. But she's trying with all of her might to get some form of clothing off. Oooooooh boy.]

Boo: [Where were his clothes? Mostly gone, yep. Her's? Surely, some were being ripped off now? And where were they? It was hard to keep track from all the bumping into furniture, and into hallways and out of them. There weren't words to express 1. how passionately, 2. how carefully, and 3. how intensely that boy-- or rather full grown man was handling that lady. There were too many emotions boiling over and he'd be cruel to stiffle any of it from that woman, so he didn't. With every kiss, with every touch, with every breath, he made sure that she was aware of how exactly he was feeling, felt, and would always feel. As there were so many emotions for her in the past- he'd admired her, he loved her, he hated her, but in every moment of his life, he'd always just wanted her. He was thankful that there on that kitchen table she was giving herself to him, or rather-- just her clothing, sh, in returen and surely if she wanted to she could take his heart and lock it away in that old locket of hers, seal it shut, and toss away the key. Just like their first time, just like every other time they had spent together with their bodies entwined it would never be enough to fully express how much that wonderful human being meant to him. So he placed careful nibbles at the nape of her neck as the wooden table served as a pillow to his head, I GUESS>]

Cilla: [Her head was swimming. With what? Too many things, and all of them about how she was feeling in this moment. Emotionally, that is. (Though...) She couldn't keep track of where they were, where various pieces of clothing had fallen, when the last time she took a breath in was... She was lost; one hundred percent, completely lost. And, really, it all felt too much like a dream. (One that she'd had-- too many time over the past 12 years.) But it had to be real. It had to. Because while it felt like a dream, it also felt too /real/ to not be reality. The dreams never felt like this; never had this much pure emotion. Because, suddenly, she was sixteen again, and every touch Boo gave felt like the first one all over again, and it was like she was floating. Because, everything made her remember just /how much/ it had never been over, or would ever be over. It made her realize that this was an inevitability. So, when his lips moved to her neck, giving her a chance to speak, though completely breathless, here we go--] I want to make you-- forget you've ever /ever/-- been with anybody else. It's just me.

Boo: [She spoke, and her words sent tingles up his spine. TINGLES. HELP. BUT Little did she know that it was already just her. Or it would be, from now until he was old and dead. Nail in the coffin, as he nodded, because, Princess, go on, and make me forget, k. so in between breaths his lips found their way back to hers, and his hands surely pinned hers against that stupid dumb kitchen table-- until finally he scooped her back up in his arms and they were moving again, and headiNG toWARDS THE BEDROOM. with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, help bye. ican't]

Cilla: [Ups-a-daisy she goes, wrapped up around him again in a lovely quick trip to the bedroom, with lots of kisses along the way. Then she's on a bed, and now that she's not pinned down somewhere, she's going to take this opportunity to roll herself on top, and this is where the forgetting starts, because boy howdy, she's not a little sixteen year old anymore, damn it. She is a GROWN-ASS WOMAN, and she knows what she's doing. So, her hands are going to his hair, and her lips are going to his neck. And forget chaste pecks, son. That's not happening here. Nope. The goal here is to leave Cilla marks. M a n y Cilla marks. This is her territory. Deal with it.]

Boo: [So, sure, there they went, crashing down into the soft mattress, or rather-- there went Boo. He was joined,of course, and in her natural state, Cilla Dodgeson was driving Boo Warner completely insane. Mark after each and every mark, he grew restless, and it probably showed as his fingers were completely tangled in her hair. So he dealt with it. Yeah, because he had to, but it wasn't for long, as he was determined to rip the remaining clothes off of that woman. And once they were, he kissed her once more. It was a peck of a kiss, and he pulled away to catch his breath, but somewhere in between, his eyes landed on hers, and even more so, it all came flooding back. The memories. That feeling inside of him, that juvenille, young feeling of complete happiness-- the one feeling he'd lost so long ago, when he lost her. It came back. So he stared for as long as patience allowed, until he finally kissed her, tenderly as he pressed her closer to him and definitely rolling them over and definitely bye]