#soy raph

[turtlelinibubble]

this was meant to be for the science fair but uh better late than never so

My Donnie, Shelldon (and Shory) hanging out with @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles 's group ^^

|cabin 12||the ourples|

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[incorrect-2003-tmnt-quotes]

Raph: I want something iced, bitch! Don?

Donnie: I'll have the Neapolitan Cappuccino. More cappa than chino. Make sure it's got no more than 4oz of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise. And make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup they always put Donald or spell it with a "Y" I hate that.

*inhale*

If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto, please use soy milk with two blonde shots, adffogato, AND RISTRETTO! I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom, then add the coffee after, and then-

Hun: Enough! We're not getting you coffee!

Raph: Wow. I was getting major douche chills there, Don. Congrats!

[giochandoll-tmnt]

It's very nice to meet you miss Gio!! I never thought you knew the turtles too! (Even raph wink wink)

Fuera de eso, estoy muy feliz y encantada de que hayas regresado poco a poco, espero que hayas estado bien en tu camino y que te sientas mejor! 🥺💕💕💕💕desde 2020 soy muy fan tuya y nunca supe si hacer dibujos para comunicarme contigo pero hoy dia me animé. Eres una de mis mayores inspiraciones, sigue sorprendiendo a los demas y espero algun dia conocerte mas gio!!

Si, conozco a el gran muchacho Raph, puedo presentarlo💖💖💖💖💖💖

Muchas gracias por tu apoyo, es un honor poder ser inspección para otros.🥰💖

Y muchas gracias por el dibujo es maravilloso, me encanta muchísimo!💕

[jupiterstyx]

Leo: *Gasp*

Donnie: wHAT??

Leo: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Donnie: *inhales*

Raph, in another room with Mikey: Why can I hear screeching?

[samhm]

Donnie y Raph jugando a Doors (soy Raph jugando)

Raph and Donnie playing Doors

Donnie: Raph! Where are you? We just have to run from that thing and we win!

Raph: I died two levels ago

[mariusroyale]

a list of things Donnie does after the movie

- hes putting extra shit on their panic buttons and fuck it extra watches too. he’s monitoring your goddamn vitals, heart rate and whatever the fuck else he can

- extra protocols

- extra escape pods (because he threw up after hearing what raph did)

- additional trackers

- he doesn’t sleep bc of this because. fuck that, if he is able he is helping his goddamn family.

- he can’t wear his battleshells but that’s okay his spider arms has a protocol called ‘potential amputation/temporary immobilisation support’ or PATIS for short

- he doesn’t have to wear it for it to function like normal arms hA

- it’s later dubbed the soy sauce protocol because i said so

- he once just passes out at his desk and gets moved to his bed

- later on stocks up on energy drinks in the mini fridge he installed for the sake of convenience (and not letting the others know how often he’s getting them)

- definitely doesn’t think about the tendrils

- nope

- not thinking about them

- on an unrelated note hes asking mikey to attach himself on him like a brother battleshell

- and in a separate note hes asking raph for hugs

- lingers around Leo bc 1. u think u get to be alone after that stunt you pulled?? nOPE 2. it’s comforting even though he’s just recovering and watching tiktoks 3. mikey’s there too, so it’s nice

- he knows why raph hasn’t even looked at him

- doesn’t make it easier considering the comfort of their big brother went a long way when they were kids

- now raph just hangs in his room and only comes out when he eats or needs another check up- where he only talks and looks at the genius when he asks him questions ://

- he also checks with Casey to see what kind of advancements he made to his tech that he could use to ward off potential threats in this future

- and definitely doesn’t think about how he dies in the other one

- definitely doesn’t think about how his role as the protector with his tech is sullied when he’s dead

- definitely doesn’t think about forming a replacement for himself in the event of that bad future ever coming to fruition

- he sleeps next to Leo when mikey’s busy

- “aw you love me that much?” “yes, because all of you almost died” “i-“

- only gets a good night’s sleep like maybe once

- the only reason Leo’s able to pass out easier despite being their other resident insomniac is bc he’s under meds that make him all drowsy

- he tries not to think about the damage all his brothers have: raph’s shell and eye, leo’s body, mikey’s hands

- April once catches him falling apart at his desk and they have a talk

- he gets another good night’s rest there

[tmntstorycomp]

TMNT Story Comp Ultimate Midround Hightime Hell Tournament Round Four

Lets meet the competitors!

Leo from Soulmates (Evil) (Belongs to @error-core-animations )

He'd do anything to protect his family, and giving himself a power boost like that... it might let him be able to defeat [spoilers]. He can't let his family suffer at their hands any more, not if he can help it!

Mikey from Saviors of the Yokai (Belongs to @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles )

So yknow how Leo had that nightmare about Shredder Mikey? We got that foreshadowing swag ✨✨✨

Tigerclaw from Black and Brown Fur AU (Belongs to @haro0o)

He’s Shredder stepson, favorite person, most reliable soldier and No one has more resilience Or matches Shredder’s practical tactical brilliance.

Casey Jones from Daughters of Shen (Belongs to @oddpocalypse)

Casey jones has not had an excellent life. when he was ten his dad was murdered by the Purple Dragons. Young Casey was tossed into an overburdened foster system and took his anger out on anyone who looked like they deserved it. His fire impressed a man named Xever, who told him his Master would train him to take the revenge he craved. The next five years he trained relentlessly under the Shredder, his mentor and surrogate father. He’s more of a brawler than a true ninja, but “Shredder” is definitely a gig he can see himself taking when the old man gets tired.

Raph from Timeswap AU (Belongs to @nights-flying-fox)

Actually it is canon but if happened again he'd fall for it too again if it was to protect his family and grand grand grand grand grand uhhhhhhh family members. Yes. That description totally makes sense. The au might have a tumblr page soon

[inspiredwriter]

Mayhem Leo :*se acerca a Stefany y pone la cubeta de pollo* mira mi amor te traje una cubeta de pollo para nosotros ☺️😉🍗💞❣️💕

Mayhem Stefany :*mueve sus orejas* gracias tortuguita no sabía también cantaba el pollo como yo🥰🤭🍗💘💗💖

Mayhem Leo :*se rasca la cabeza* jajaja, sí es que siempre como Pizza todo el tiempo 😀😅🍕*se sienta al lado de Stefany*pero a mí también me encanta el pollo KFC es el mejor del mundo 😁😋🍗💞💗 vamos mi gatita quiero que lo pruebes😃☺️💘💕💖

Mayhem Stefany : tranquilo Lee, voy a probarlo😊😌🩷💗💞💝*toma la pierna de Pollo y la come*Mmm, Miau~😺😋💕❣️ está súper delicioso cariño 😋😄🍗💖❣️💗

Mayhem Leo : te dije que te gustaría amor come pollo en nuestra cita 🥰😏💞💘💗*toma la pierna de Pollo y la come y se mancha Sálsa*Mmmm~😋😄🍗💖💕(pensamientos💭) Ups, me manché la boca con salsa tengo que limpiarme😣😅💦 No no Leo no vas a limpiarte, Stefany me puede limpiarme con un beso😈😏💋💓💘💝

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Mayhem Mikey :*se acerca a Anastasia con la pizza* aquí está la deliciosa Pizza para mi bella princesa Anastasia 😏😘🍕💝❣️💗💕

Mayhem Anastasia : jajaja, Bueno gracias por traer la pizza mi príncipe esto se ve muy delicioso de pepperoni 😃😋🍕💝🩷❣️veo que te gusta mucho la pizza😃☺️🍕💓💗💞

Mayhem Mikey :*Oh vamos nena sabes que tantos años me gusta comer pizza😁😋💕💝🩷*se sienta al lado de Anastasia*cuando salvarmos la ciudad me hicieron una pizza con mi nombre La llamaron la pizza de Miguel Ángel con queso😃🤩🍕✨

Mayhem Anastasia : es muy interesante mi amor veamos cómo sabe la pizza 😄🥰🍕💖💗💞*toma una rebanada de pizza y la come* Mmm, santo cielo está muy sabrosísimo😍😋🍕❣️💕❣️

Mayhem Mikey : te dije que te gustaría mucho nena 😏😉💖💞💝*toma una rebanada de pizza y la coma se mancha de salsa* Ay, creo que me manché de salsa de tomate 😖😌🍅 trajiste las servilletas 😅🤭🧻💓💕💗

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Mayhem Raph :*se acerca a Candy* listo mi conejita traje mi hamburguesa y la tuya vegetariana con papas😏😘🍔🍟🥬💖💞💗❣️

Mayhem Candy : muchas gracias mi osito de peluche 🥰☺️❣️💕🩷💝*se agacha las orejas*te agradezco que traigas la hamburguesa vegetariana Es que no como carne soy vegetaliana😳😅🥕🥩🚫💓💕

Mayhem Raph :*se sienta al lado de Candy*Está bien mi caramelito no te avergüences 😟🥺💕💗💝❣️*acaricia a Candy en la mejilla*no me importa si eres vegetariana que no comes carne yo te amo como eres 😘🥰💘💖💞

Mayhem Candy :*mueve sus orejas* Oh qué lindo eres Raphfi 🥹😍❣️💕💗*besa a Raph en la mejilla* Muah~😚💋💘💝💖¿Puedes pasarme las papas fritas? 🙂😄🍟💓💗💕

Mayhem Raph : tengo la mejor idea de darte la papas fritas 😈😏🍟💖💞❣️*toma una papa y la pone en su boca*Mmm~😚😘💘💝💓💕

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Mayhem Donnie :*se acerca a April* aquí tienes mi Sirenita tu café con leche con malvaviscos extra 😘😁☕💝💞💖❣️

Mayhem April : Muchas gracias mi genio supiste que era mi café favorito🥰😄☕💗💓💕💘*resive el café y la bebe*Mmm~😊😄❣️💞💝 ¿pero no trajiste nuestra comida? 😕😟🥯

Mayhem Donnie :*se sienta al lado de April* Oh si, pedí los rollos de canela pero dijeron que lo van a calentarlos hay que esperar😄😊🥯☕💓💗💕*bese su café*Mmm~☺️😋💖💝💞

Mayhem April :*mirá a Donnie*jajajaja, Donnie veo que hiciste un bigote de leche en tus labios 😆🥸💕💓💝

Mayhem Donnie :*se sonroja* En serio qué vergonzoso 😳🤭💝💖💞¿me podrías limpiarme mi amor? 🥰😉💘❣️💗

@inspiredwriter

Mayhem Stefany: *Wags her tail* Oh, Lee, haha, I guess you won't mind if I help clean the sauce off your cute face😯🤭💗💘💞 *Kisses Leo on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💋💖💓💝💞

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Mayhem Anastasia: I don't need a napkin to clean your lips, my sugar boy😉🥰🧻💗❣️💘💕 *Kisses Mikey on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💋💖💝💞💕

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Mayhem Candy: Aww, Raphi, you're the best boy I ever know😍😄💓💝❣️💞 *Eats a free potato and kisses Raph on the liph* Mmmh~😋💗💕💖 Mmmuah~😚💋💝💘💞

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Mayhem April: Of course, I'll help you, my sweetie😘🥰💘💗🩷💞 *Kisses Donnie on the lips* Mmmua~����💋💕💘💖💝

@swagreecrow

[afreakingdork]

It's On the Tip of My Tongue

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Content, Aged-up Turtles, Established Relationship, Love, Romance, Cunnilingus, AFAB Reader, Masturbation, Cum Play

Synopsis:  Your boyfriend goes above and beyond after offering to teach you Japanese.

Also avaliable on Ao3

Written for the prompt✨Donnie's Love Language is Learning✨

I am so honored and inspired to be surrounded by such incredible writers and artist on a daily basis! This one goes out to y'all plus more specifically @amutantturtleenthusiast and @shiftandshade for literally giving me the premise on a silver platter. Both of your brains blow me away on a daily basis. Pun intended!

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

“What are you?”

Staring hard at the foreign letters on the package you were holding, you glared at the tiny mascot that looked like a buff praying raisin.

Donnie who was a few feet away with a basket tucked into curled arm, barely shot you a glance. “Try the tag.”

“It just says Nobel!” You gripped, turning the parcel over only to find a slew of even smaller font of what looked like walls of doodled strokes.

Sighing as if he were put out, he made the few step trek. You offered him the candy and he instead leaned into your space to review it. “Otoko Ume.” He gave a light scoff. “Man plum, I believe it’s supposed to be a manly amount of sour.” He pointed to the mascot. “Hence whatever this is supposed to be.”

“You had it before?” Turning into him brought your faces closer together.

“I prefer sweeter fruit chews.” He gently knocked the side of his head against yours and moved away.

Watching him depart with a warm smile, you went back to the candy with a tepid frown. Your brow scrunched and then rose as you snapped your neck back towards him. “Wait, did you read this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and went back to debating chips.

“You can read Japanese?”

“You’ve met father aka Splinter aka Lou Jitsu aka Hamato Yoshi dozens if not hundreds of times at this point.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never heard him speak it!”

He gave you a look that somehow both read disappointed and incredulous. “You do realize how that sounds?”

You grit your teeth and crinkled the packaging with nervous fingers. “Ok, look-”

He turned to you with dubious attention, folding his arms in way that caused the basket to jut out like a plastic welt.

“We’ve been together for how long?” You needed to reframe.

“Four years, 7 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.”

He always spouted off the knowledge like it was nothing. You adored that he kept a running tally.

“And this has never come up in the slightest!?” You swung out your hand to make the point, but it just made it look like you were offering him the candy.

He reached out and plucked a corner of it between a thumb and finger to place it back on the shelf. “Can that be…?” With an extra adjustment to make sure the bag was in line with its brethren, he resumed his crossed stance as he processed the data. “Hm, you may have a point.”

Sighing out of sheer relief, you switched to eyeing him up. “Let’s hear it then.”

He gave it another moment of thought before grabbing a bag of nori shio chips. “Pa-pa tried to teach us when we were very young to varying degrees of success.”

He dropped the selection into the basket and you walked over to scan the savory snacks.

“I’m not sure to the extent, but Raph can certainly maintain day to day conversation. Dad will sometimes switch over when he’s really tired and Raph mirrors the speech. I’ve always meant to test if he’s aware he does it.”

Tempering your eureka moment, you found a bag of snacks you had always wondered about and quickly offered them to Donnie.

He scarcely glanced at it. “Kameda Kakinotane, they’re baked soy sauce rice crackers and peanuts.”

Pulling the package back, you marveled at finally having secured the knowledge that had eluded you.

“Mikey took to reading. When he was real small he’d sit in Dad’s lap and make him slowly read out the ‘pretty letters.’ He maintains accounts on multiple Japanese art sites and I’ve seen him flagging pages from imported books to look back at…” Donnie tipped his head to the side and gave a huff. “I can’t remember the last time I heard him speak it out loud. That’s annoying.”

Still putting a majority of your focus into listening, another package that had vexed you caught your eye so you moved to hold it out.

“Amanoya Himemaru, it’s a fried salty/sweet rice cracker.”

Lighting up, Donnie already had the basket offered out as you shifted to drop them in. You gave him a thankful smile which he lazily returned with a nod. 

“As soon as Leo took to Señor Hueso it was all over. That peabrain of his doesn’t seem to be able to hold two languages at once; he dumped all the Japanese for Spanish, if he even had any.”

“Which just leaves the star of the family.” You shifted your body weight to one hip and Donnie regarded you fondly.

“Fluent, as you can image.” He slunk down and around you awaiting further praise.

“Of course.” You gave it in the form of a stroke to his cheek that curled down the scratch that place he liked his beneath his chin. You felt the brunt of his rumbling churr along with a softening of his features in delight.

He allowed it for a moment before reigning himself in as he seemed to remember you were out in public. “Along with a few other languages that were self-taught.”

“My genius.” You hummed, stepping with purpose towards another aisle.

He followed as you approached the daunting wall of teas. The lead position meant he couldn’t see you. Using this time, you crafted your most puppy-like gaze before rounding it on him. It sputtered out as he had already steeled his features into a hard icy line. You almost missed the days when you could routinely catch him off guard to your advantage. He knew you far too well now and though you preferred it, sometimes you wish he’d let you get off once in awhile.

“I’m not going to read off all the labels.”

Your shoulders slacked and your head rolled back in defeat. “Come on!”

“There’s an English proverb that comes to mind…” He feigned thinking even though you both knew he already had the information locked and loaded.

“Yeah, yeah…” You whined.

“’Teach a man to fish.’” He spared you by only reciting a portion.

Your displeasure distracted you for a moment and then you bobbed as the intention hit you. “You want to teach me?”

“If…” His guard lowered in a small and timid way that translated the importance of this gesture. It wasn’t some snide force of information to correct you where public education had failed. It was his family’s culture. Your heart was faulty of bursting before he even finished what he was saying. “… you would be interested in that.”

“Yes.” You had tempered your shout which was a good start, but the urge to tackle him was off the charts. You settled for pressing your arm to his free one and weaving your five digits between his three for a tight squeeze. He showed his appreciation for you holding back by pressing a kiss to your temple.

The air then rapidly change as he parted with your conjoined hands in marched tow. “Let’s begin. Dearest, you picked the perfect place to start!” You balked and he used your surprise to trade the basket into your hands. He then posed in front of the green teas and brought a finger to attention. “Here we have ‘oh-cha,’ or tea. Some might believe this refers to only green tea, but if we dig into the radicals of the characters than we reveal something delightful about the language…”

He droned into both a heady lesson in tea and Japanese that would keep you both at the little specialty grocery store until closing. After getting scolded by an employee and finally making your purchases, you’d somehow been able to coax your purple turtle back to your apartment. You’d been unable to reign that mouth of his in as he doubled all of his sentences throughout your nighttime routine. Even into the kiss goodnight under the covers did he whisper sweet nothings on that dual tongue of his. It would have been sweeter if you weren’t exhausted. You could still hear the syllables as you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, you found yourself snuggled in tight with a cold emptiness beside you. It wasn’t unusual as it was hard to keep Donnie tied down to a mattress for sleepy mornings, so you hobbled up to look for your partner. He was nowhere nearby and the silence that chased your search seemed to indicate he had gone out. Bleary and sleep drunk, you stared at a bright pop of neon purple on the wall opposite you. It was curious enough that you left the comfort of your covers to investigate. Against your body’s protest, you gave a half smile as it came into view. It was a translation for the word ‘wall’ with a Romanized version for pronunciation and two sets of characters. You seemed to remember something about the three alphabets, but you weren’t sure which were on the note.

Resisting the urge to take it down, you turned and caught another purple note on your nightstand. You reached to touch the one on your alarm clock and caught sight of another pressed to the surface of the table as well. Getting a sinking feeling in your stomach, you rubbed your eyes. With renewed gaze, you came to find there were about five sticky notes on the nightstand alone. Foreboding sensations tickled your fingers as you spun around and started to take in just how many surfaces in your apartment were labeled. The purple notes popped up in nearly every inch of the space in some shape or form. It would have been impressive if not for how daunting it was.

Shirking it off, you headed to the bathroom to wash up. It marked the beginning of your battle with the annotations. The one marking the mirror was set in the dead center so you had to move it to see your reflection. The one wrapped around your toothbrush had to be completely set aside and the one on the toothpaste fell off as soon as you picked up the tube. The clipping on your face wash then fell into the sink and the one on your hairbrush had picked up an errant strand to its adhesive. Trying to cool your heated nerves, you went to get dressed and thankfully found no signs of that accursed neon amongst your clothes. Suspicious, you grabbed a shirt and turned to find a detailed manifest taped to sliding door of your closet instead.

You praised yourself for not ripping the thing to shreds and moved in an angry stupor on your couch. Across from you a note clearly sat against the screen of the TV, blocking a little square of the screen in the top center. You stared at it with wide furious eyes as the lock turned at your door. You turned that same look on the only person who had a key.

Donnie slipped in with a brown bag tucked into one arm and did a jaunty little twirl into locking the door back up. He then turned with a bright smile. It didn’t falter as he passed short glance at your furious expression. He brushed past it and headed to the kitchen. Climbing up into the couch, you watched him over the back of it as he sat the bag down and proceeded to get some plates.

“If that’s breakfast than I might be inclined to not get as mad about… all of this.” Looking around it didn’t take long for you to point you the nearest glaring neon offense.

He followed your arm and then gave you a genial nod which you read as a confirmation. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet. Where you had been annoyed, suspicion took over. Doing a half roll, half jump over the couch, you joined him in the kitchen as he laid out two wrapped bodega breakfast sandwiches. The scent distracted you and you reached for one before registering your arm was in motion. He peppered a napkin on top of your plate as a precaution to what would certainly be a messy ordeal and you left him in favor of taking your bounty back to the couch.

You had already gotten a few greasy bites in when he finally came around and set his plate on the coffee table. Through your own chews you watched as he then moved the sticky note on the TV and returned to you. He took a seat beside you and muttered a phrase you swore you had heard in any number of anime before he picked up his sandwich to eat. The curious silence ebbed between bites and when you went for the remote, you didn’t find it in its typical place. Donnie was pretty good about keeping the apartment in order for easy retrievals and you swiveled your head to look for the device. You found it instantly in a green hand and watched as he flicked the TV on. It instantly came alive and within moments you found you couldn’t understand what they were saying.

You slumped back into the cushions. “Of course, you somehow already have it set to some Japanese channel!”

He responded and it took you another beat to realize it hadn’t been another comment from the TV.

“What?” You turned to him, your sandwich already falling to the wayside.

He turned to you and the aura of smugness rolling off of him was palpable. He then went on to not only repeat whatever he had said initially, but rattle off a few more sentences that you presumed were an explanation.

You gave a hollow laugh. “No.”

One of his eye brows lifted in a manner that said the opposite.

“You’re not.”

He said something else in Japanese and went back to eating.

“Of course!” You shouted and looked around frantically. In this sense he was the immovable object, so you were already on the hunt for a work around. Over the years you’d found yourself quite adept an levyig your quick thinking against his staunch attitude. He’d grown humble in some ways, but when he was hyperfocused, you had to get creative. Not finding what you were looking for, you remembered where you had started your day. You found your phone under yet another sticky note in the bedroom. Balling up the bit of paper and tossing it into the trash, you typed out a message.

You: You’re just not going to speak English anymore?

Positioning yourself in the door of the bedroom you watched as Donnie took his time unearthing his phone from his pocket. He then regarded the text and then shot you cocksure grin before typing something out. You waited for your phone to vibrate before looking down.

Mauve Menace 💜: 言語を学ぶ最良の方法は、没頭することです。

That contact nickname had never been more fitting. You smiled regardless because it had been exactly what you expected and you copied the text into a translation window. Your gambit had worked out, but you scowled at its contents.

“Don, I love you and I want to do this, but… you gotta give me a break!” You crossed the room and over to him. Your shift in attitude had him placing his meal back down on the coffee table and extending an arm to you. As you drew close he wrapped it around your leg. “I’ll learn fast this way, yeah.” You reached down and gently cradled his chin where he was already looking up at you. “I need breaks though. My mind doesn’t work the same as yours.” You bent down to place a kiss to the top of his head which he dipped down to make more accessible. “Let’s set up a schedule and do immersion blocks during certain hours? Does that sound ok?”

Though he was still sat on the couch, he scooted to the edge and tugged your leg until your body was flush with his shoulder. He then rested his head against your stomach and thought the proposal over. You waited patiently and twirled your fingers into his little mask tails. When he seemed satisfied, he released you.

“Alright.”

“Ah, English to my ears!” You sang and dipped down to give him another kiss. He met it and you crossed him to drop back into the couch with a plop.

“The labeling…” You glanced at the closest one on the coffee table. “Maybe when I have a little more understanding I’ll come to like them, but for right now there’s way too many. I’m more of a hands-on sort of learner.” You laid your head against the arm rest and debated grabbing the rest of your breakfast.

Donnie gave a little thoughtful hum and mumbled something that you were sure was English, but still didn’t make it to your ears.

You gave your own curious response that he could either leave if he were chugging down a thought train or indulge if he were in a sharing mood.

In a mixed bag of both, he got to his feet. He continued to rattle off a series of what you now could identify as disjointed thoughts. It was the kind of thing he did when he was in a formulation state. You watched as he predictably headed to his desk. He kept his lab in the safety of the sewers, but when you’d chosen to cohabitate, you’d made sure he had space to work on any non-lethal projects.

Curious as to whether he’d go the old fashioned route of digital for what you presumed was a blueprint, you watched as he instead clambered for a box of parts. He then scowled at them, dumping the pieces into another such bin and using the now empty container to push all the work atop his desk into. It was enough to bring you to an upright position; he rarely treated his paperwork so poorly.

You were about to ask when he rounded on you with a manic eye. His body language shifted to tender, but that edge to his gaze said it was a sort of put on. Regardless, your body responded when he ghosted his hands over your shoulders and propped a knee up on the couch. Using the stability, he then crowded you and his lips pressed greedily into yours with enough pressure that you laid back down. By the time he encouraged you to slip your arms around his neck, you had almost forgotten about the strange display. His hands cascaded down your body, massaging your thighs in a way that coaxed them apart. Slotting himself there, his tongue attempted to drown yours and you had a far away thought that he was rushing when he hadn’t even seemed in the mood just a few moments ago.

A single rock into your center caused the thought to evaporate. He kept the pressure vague but ever-present as the pawing make-out session continued. You were near delirious when he pulled back. You watched with a love drunk gaze as he studied you from where an elbow held him up on one side of your head. Admiring his work, he wiped a bit of drool from your lower lip with his thumb and then beamed you an all too saccharine smile.

“I think we’re ready to begin.”

“Uh-wha?” You hadn’t regained the ability to sharpen consonants yet when he left you.

“With the lesson, darling!” He beamed as if that were patently obvious.

You stared at him dumbly and he dipped down to pick you up. One arm slipped under your knees while the other cradled your shoulders. Despite your confusion, you snuggled up to him as he carried you over to his desk. He deposited you right in the center of it and took great care to adjust your seating. When he felt satisfied, you were perched on the very edge with your legs dangling off of it. He dropped down onto his knees before taking one of each of your own in either of his hands. He pressed them together which translated all the way up your thighs. It made the slick between your legs all the more apparent.

Still trying to process what was happening, he set his chin atop your legs and watched you with what you could only describe as an abuse of innocence.

“Donnie… what’s going on?”

“You…” The angelic softness in his eyes caramelized before you as he rose up smoothly into your face. He then tilted his head as if he were going to kiss you, but instead continued, “... said you preferred experiential learning. As do I, so let’s learn.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the lacquer in his tone and he shifted back to his knelt stance. You had the faint idea of protesting, but he then hooked a finger into either side of your shorts. 

“Speaking can come later. We’ll schedule it, as discussed, but there’s a little thing we should work on first…”

It took you a moment to find your voice. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded and trailed his fingers around to the button in the front. “The tongue is a muscular organ that among its many jobs helps to manipulate language.”

He was methodically about undoing the stud and you felt the need to anchor yourself to the edge of the table as he dragged the zipper down at a painfully slow pace.

“Its dexterity is of utmost importance and something I’d like to demonstrate to you along with some basic characters before you get into it yourself.”

Your nod started small and then grew eager as he trailed his hands back to your sides. Glad you had a solid grip, you brought your hips up and he slipped both your shorts and underwear off in one go. You sucked a breath in through your teeth as he set them aside, carefully, on a chair before returning to you.

“To clarify, today we’re focusing on Hiragana. Do you remember what that is?” He kissed one of your knees and your jaw fell slack.

Trying to pick it up and swallowing the rapidly accumulating moisture in the process, you licked your lips.  “It’s… an alphabet?”

“That’s not as specific as I’d hoped, but you aren’t wrong.” He awarded you by slowly pulling your legs apart. Your body arched instinctively as the collected honey threaded strings between the two sides of your inner thighs. He drew close and shot it an approving gaze before turning it up on you.

“Don-” His name hitched as you melted under the searing look.

“46 characters representing syllables that allow us to write Japanese words, conjugation endings, and grammar particles.” He drawled on as he settled himself into the most comfortable position. It ended with his face right between your legs and his hands wrapped around your legs with a grip on the outside of each thigh. “Let’s start with some monographs, what do you say?”

“Yes, please, just-��� You strangled the desperation and tried to translate it into your face.

A fond look broke through his molten façade and he gave a quick peck to your left thigh in what you sensed was an acknowledgement of how well you were playing along. You pried one of your hands free from the table to cover his with a light squeeze to translate something similar.

A flicked gaze back to your core and he was all burning business again. “There are a series of characters that happen to follow along the English vowels…”

You wished you could mouth a response, but the anticipation was throttling your voice.

“Starting from the top.” He closed the gap and pressed his face into your heat. Your head rolled back as he adjusted and then the scorch of his tongue darted out. He made precise strokes and it tore a sound out of you.

“Ah!”

He pulled back just enough so he could speak, “Exactly, unlike our vowels though, Japanese handles the long and short forms differently where need be. For this character, it’s that single sound.”

He immediately pressed his snout into you again and shifted the angle. His tongue dipped between your folds and you huffed.

“Oo!”

“Perfect.” His hot breath tickled you and you squirmed. “You just need to ensure the right mouth shape to make it distinct from...” He surged forward, tracing a hot line down towards your center, but not quite pressing in.

“Oh!”

He was a little slower to retreat and took his time gathering the moisture weeping there. “Do…” He swallowed. “Do you hear the difference? The う is like ‘too’ and the お is like ‘coat.’”

You rolled your hips forward, unable to answer.

“Two more, you’re doing incredible.”

His encouragement brought a pathetic whine up your throat as he nosed into you again. You seized up as he first tasted you then distinctly making the strokes that flicked directly over your clit.

“Ee!”

He rumbled in a way you vaguely understood as affirmative before going for another pattern. Its precise tongue movement didn’t rip a sound from you and for the first time you became semi-cognizant to what he was doing. Memories of him eating you out over the years reeled by as his tongue made flat stimulating laps. He’d been able to finesse his ministrations to the point where he knew exactly where to lick to get you to make the exact sound he desired. You might have been scared of his accuracy had he not finally shoved the thick of his tongue into your hole. A lengthy moan passed your lips and you forewent the table to hold directly onto his head. He awarded you with a few pumps of his tongue before pulling all the way out and putting a several more inches of distance between his face and your pussy than he had yet.

You nearly cried and a pathetic sound trickled out of you. “Eh…”

He panted heavily, shaking his head with a growl. “All five.” He gave your thighs a congratulatory squeeze. “Though that latter one may have sounded like the English ‘e,’ it’s actually interpreted as the ‘i,’ while the former is then the inverse of that.”

You rolled your head from where it was thrown back to look at him in a scandalized fashion.

He smiled darkly. “To recap, that’s い for ‘easy,’ like how easy it is to make you cum and え as in ‘wet’ and how I soak you through after just a few kisses.”

You wanted to scream at him. That fury in your eyes caught his and he gave another easy smile.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The fury petered out and you watched for that affectionate switch to occur. Instead, his blown out pupils read that he was barely holding back. If it had been there, you might have interjected with the amount you held, instead his burning gaze brought out your mimic. “How much?”

“Let me tell you.” He murmured and shot forward. His grip on your legs was bruising and now all his ministrations were exact. A scream surged from your belly and you caught it with clenched teeth. The table rocked as he wrote out an epic with his tongue alone. You scarcely wondered how many pages this explanation would take up as the coil tightened with each twist of brush. He wove a love letter through your folds and across your clit while taking time to dot off sentences with a pump into your core. It was just enough pressure that your arms gave out and you slacked back, caught only by his wall of monitors. You had zero concern for their state as blood rushed in your ears and you could feel your peak coming on. Without your limbs to translate this, you squeezed his head between your thighs to give him some kind of signal. The fingers curled in on one of his hands and you felt the appendage then wave. Despite both your positions, you recognized it as ASL for ‘yes.’

You wanted to strangle the multilingual love of your life.

Instead, he seemed to finish his soliloquy and then attach himself directly to your clit. You came as soon as he did, his tongue eas you from the high as the spring rhythmically compressed and released. His grip on your legs soon loosened and he took great care in licking up the extra slick you generated. Satisfied, his head lolled back and he swiped that magnificent tongue of his over his lips.

His head rested against your inner thigh and you slowly regained the ability to move your arms. Once you had enough control, you used them to pull yourself from his screens and give him a sheepish look. He shrugged it off and rubbed his cheek against you to telegraph that it was alright. You smiled and reached out, needing to touch him more. Brushing your knuckles against his cheek, your tried to keep your lids open. “That much, huh?”

“That much.” He agreed.

You gave a wistful sigh and the inability to lean back properly was starting to wear on you. Donnie stood, freeing himself for your legs for only a moment before leaning down to dip an arm under your knees. This time you were ready and reached out to knot your arms around his neck. He spared you a kiss before surprising you by rotating your body so you could lay out long ways across the desk. You were curious for a moment, until he moved and you noticed that it could easily align your throat with his hips. Thinking this was what he intended, one of your legs came up in a lazy bend and you adjusted your shoulders.

He watched you lazily before going for his waistband. It was a stretchy sort of garment that made for easy transition between day to day and ninja vigilantism. As he prepared to slip it off his hips, you caught the telltale outline as he shimmied the fabric.

“You dropped?” You wondered with a half-lidded gaze.   

“Can you blame me?” His pants fell away and he stepped out of them. His cock bobbed lazily now that it was free and he reached down to fist the base. “You did so good in your lesson.”

“It’s already over?” You murmured, biting your lowering lip and unable to look away as he slowly tensed the skin forward.

“No and…” He gave himself a few hard strokes before blowing out a shaky breath. “It’s bad form because I would prefer the lecture had flow, but I’d like to cap off today’s teaching with something a little more complicated.”

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed in agreement, wondering when he’d let you take him.

You watched with a growing furrow in your brow as he moved to jerk himself off to a steady rhythm.  

“Can I…?” You drew out the question, pushing up onto one shoulder.

He shook his head and stepped in closer. The wet slap of his fluids resonated in your ears. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me?” You finally broke eye contact with his cock to search his face. “But I’m not-”

“You’re doing everything.” He corrected sternly.

Your mouth snapped shut and you lay back tensely. He continued to slide his fist from hilt to tip with his speed increasing incrementally.

You studied him until it came to you. “Explain it to me.”

His lips parted with a heady little chirp.

“Teach me.”    

“My star pupil.” He groaned into the praise and paid extra attention to his flared head. “While we say it-” He stuttered and his hips bucked into his hand. “-casually. In Japanese culture, you don’t say ‘I love you,’ you show it. If it is said…” He trailed off, drinking you in with a long dragging gaze. “… it makes it all the more special.”

You nodded, curious if this was meant to be a demonstration. It didn’t feel quite right. Though he didn’t say it as often as you did and he was very good at acts of services as illustrated. The more you thought, the more you came to notice he didn’t fit neatly into any of the love languages. In the time your relationship had grown, you found that he completed each in his own way. Instead of overt touch, he preferred little, more meaningful brushes. He’d gone from plying you with inventions to making the occasional one that meant all the more. Quality time had been through the roof since you’d moved in together and you’d often wound up sharing space with one another, content doing separate things. Overcome with the many memories, you came back to yourself as the slap of his fist against his now soaked plastron seemed deafening. You could barely trace his hand as his pace became erratic.

“You.” He heaved the word. “You.” He repeated and turned his body. In a few last desperate tugs, ropes of his semen cascaded down your torso. You gasped at the sudden heat of them and barely registered when he shot forward as soon as the last of it ribboned out. His insane reflexes came into play and this time you couldn’t follow his hands at all as they danced over your belly. You gawked as he then pulled away, one of his fists dripping with his own release. Still feeling remnants, you looked down to find a clear set of characters spelled out in what was left.

 You craned up onto your elbows in attempt to read what was written on your body without disturbing the fluid.

He leaned in close and pointed with his free hand as he mouthed, “’Eye-she-teh-ee-mah-ss.’”

You sat up just a bit more and he threaded an arm around your shoulders to support your weight. “Again.”

With his head now right beside yours, he seemed to surprise slightly, but complied.

“One more…” You urged, turning to ghost your lips over his.

He repeated the words and drank you in with a kiss.

You didn’t let it linger and pulled back. Biting your lip, you set your gaze and carefully enunciated what you’d heard. “愛しています”

His lips crushed you back into the table and you could feel him move to grab you but falter with a handful of his cum impeding the action. Clearly annoyed, he broke away to tissue the fluid away before returning with more. He wiped you clean before urging you to your feet which became immediately apparent as a transfer to the bed. He made the trek slow and you huddled close to him. “How did that not flow?”

He gave a dry chuckle and you gave into the sheets. “Only one character I taught you ended up being in the final phase.”

“い” You noted.

He had been in the process of crawling into bed with you and caught you in another crushing kiss.

Pulling back breathless, you could feel a long day of intimacies coming on and wanted to clear one last thing up before it was too late. “And watching me?”

“Working up the nerve to say something that important.” He responded swiftly with that smug grin of his. “Seeing you sprawled out for me, having let me do that to you, and indulging all my little idiosyncrasies…” He reached over and plucked a sticky note from the bedside table.

You promptly snatched it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s that kind of love.”

He grinned and you both fell back into each other’s embrace.

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[your4local4geek]

I didn't like leos outfit soi changed it- plus I drew raph!! :D (I will be drawing april- and making this digital soon!!)

[raphaelesbian]

"Sacando está análisis pequeño y tonto sobre el fanfic Puppet Tightly Strung (mi fanfic favorito) / Noose Loosely Wound Sobre la metáfora de que si Rafael es una marioneta, que sería K"Lo escribí con ayuda de la IA, una de esas personitas que no sabe expresarse con

Rafael es como una marioneta con hilos visibles que lo hacen bailar a su antojo. Es consciente de los hilos que lo controlan, pero no puede escapar de ellos.

Karai es como un muñeco de cuerda que cree poder moverse por sí misma, pero sin darse cuenta de que le han dado cuerda. Aunque piensa tener el control sobre sus acciones y pensamientos, en realidad está siendo controlada de manera sutil por el Gusano Cerebral. La cuerda en su espalda no es visible para ella, pero funciona igual, estando siempre presente y manipulando sus movimientos y decisiones.

Ambos son muñecos distintos que se manejan y se cuidan de forma diferente, pero al final del día, ambos fueron muñecos controlados por el mismo titiritero/juguetero.

No sé si debía sacar esta comparación de mi cabeza, pero originalmente iba a hacer un fanart con esta idea. Sin embargo, no sé hacer dibujos digitales y no soy tan buena dibujando. Pero amo este fanfic, así que de alguna manera tenía que espresar esta idea

Me preguntaba si tu tenías alguna comparación para karai ?

(Translation below the cut. I literally just used google translate so please correct me if it's wrong!)

Sorry for taking so long to reply! This was a very good question and I had to think on it. First of all, thank you so much!! I'm so happy to hear that PTS is your favorite fic, that genuinely means a lot <3 <3 I would LOVE to see any art that you make, don't sell yourself short!!! But I also love receiving analyses like this <3

I think you have a very apt analogy! I had never thought of Karai as being a wind-up doll, but it's a very good way to look at it, and the difference between the two of them. Raph's brain worm experience was very much the worms as an external force of control, vs. Karai's being internal and invisible to herself. I'm not sure I can come up with a better comparison than the one you made, to be quite honest!

Since you were sweet enough to send this really cool breakdown to me, I can offer up some more symbolism for you though! Noose Loosely Wound, the title is meant to be the inverse in a way of Puppet Tightly Strung. Where, in PTS, Raph had no choice in either his actions or the fact he was bound in the first place, in NLW it is entirely up to him. The noose is slack—if he backs up, or stays still, he'll be fine. But if he continues forward, on the path he's chosen with Karai, it tightens.

And, in this situation, Karai is kind of... not so much holding the rope, but drawing him forward. I started a drawing based on that whole concept, though it didn't get far (I couldn't get the posing down XD)

Under this kind of metaphor though, it's important to recognize that the two of them are very much tied together. As Raph's noose tightens, so does Karai's, and yet they both continue to draw the each other deeper into danger. It's a toxic, codependent relationship!

Idk if any of that was interesting 😅 But thank you again for the message!!! I really appreciated it, and I hope you continue to enjoy the fic <3 <3

"Pulling out this silly little analysis on the fanfic Puppet Tightly Strung (my favorite fanfic) / Noose Loosely Wound About the metaphor that if Rafael is a puppet, what would be K" I wrote it with the help of the AI, one of those little people who does not know how to express himself

Rafael is like a puppet with visible strings that make him dance as he pleases. He is aware of the threads that control him, but he cannot escape them.

Karai is like a wind-up doll who thinks she can move on her own, but without realizing that she has been wound up. Although she thinks she has control over her actions and thoughts, she is actually being subtly controlled by the Brain Worm. The rope on her back is not visible to her, but it works the same, always being present and manipulating her movements and decisions.

They are both different dolls that are handled and cared for differently, but at the end of the day, they were both dolls controlled by the same puppeteer/toymaker.

I don't know if I should get this comparison out of my head, but I was originally going to make fanart with this idea. However, I don't know how to do digital drawings and I'm not that good at drawing. But I love this fanfic, so I had to express this idea somehow

I was wondering if you had any comparisons for karai?

[swagreecrow]

Raph 2018: *Chases Candy* Wait for, baby, I love you!😃😍💓💖💘💞 You're my sweetie chocolate cake which I want to eat😆😍🍰🍫💗💞💝💕

Candy 2018: *Stops running* Okay, okay, please listen here, dumbhead, that I'm not a 'sweetie adorable sheep' or anything like that🙄😠🚫🐑💗💝🩷💞 No, dude, not at all, I am a predatory wolf girl who'll tear you to shreds!😤😡

Raph 2018: *Shrugs* So what?😄😁💘💝💞 So am I, just look!~😏🥰💓❣️💖💕 *Howls like wolf* Ooooow~😆🐺💓❤️‍🔥💗💞

Candy 2018 :*pone las orejas de punta*en serio no sabía que eres un lobo como yo😃🥰🐺💖💘💓*sigue escapando de Raph*¡Entonces puedes atraparme si puedes guapo! 😆😘💞💖💘

Raph 2018 : Oh si pues te voy a atrapar muñeca soy rápido como rayo 😈😉⚡💞💕💗💓*alcanzar a Candy y la abraza* Al fin te tengo mi bella lobita ahora Te comeré 🤗😘💕🩷💝*besa a Candy en el cuello*muah~😚💘💗💓 mauh~❣️💞💖 muah~❣️💕❤️‍🔥

Candy 2018 : jajaja basta me haces muchas cosquillas soy muy cosquilluda😆😂💗💖💕*besa a Raph en la mejilla* Mmmuah~😚💋❣️💞💘no sabía que eres tan fuerte galán músculos 🥰😍💓💝💕

Raph 2018 :*carga a Candy en sus brazos* bien ahora ya eres mía Te llevaré en mi cueva y haremos el amor porque serás oficialmente mi novia 😈😏⛰️❤️‍🔥💕💘💓🩷

@inspiredwriter

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Leo: *Gasp*

Donnie: "wHAT??"

Leo: "What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?"

Donnie: *inhales*

Mikey, in another room with Raph: "Why can I hear all this screeching?"

[mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles]

Hey so for your SOY AU do the turtles have specific eye colors or is it black like in the show

I gotta know for...

Reasons.

Trust me

Hmmmm-

Raph: brown eyes. A more reddish brown, but not red (like hex #672D2D)

Leo: dark blue. Lighter than navy, but not “blue eyed stare” bright blue either (like hex #0B5BA2)

Donnie: central heterochromia- purple (hex #6340AA) irises with a spiked ring of black in the middle (layered, like purple-black-purple)

Mikey: also central heterochromia, in sort of the same way as Donnie, but instead of purple it’s a very slightly yellow orange (hex #E7A010).

Their eyes are influenced by their mystic abilities and their control over them- and Donnie and Mikey have heterochromia due to Draxum’s mystic energy signature consistently affecting their own.

[mystic-mikey]

I’m curious, what dishes do you think your brothers would be?

Leo would probably be a pizza. Super simple, yeah. But the worst pizza you've had in your life. Like pineapple pizza prom Pizza Hut. LOL. Real answer, he's definitely something with a lot of umami. Maybe not fishy, but definitely savoury. I'm thinking something light. Ooh maybe a mushroom dish with soy sauce and miso. I'm making myself hungry already.

Donnie would be something super complex and over the top. Maybe a beef wellington? God knows nobody needs that much beef in a dish, but here we are. I say this with love.

As for Raph, he's something rich. Maybe a bit bitter. Has an alcoholic punch to it. I'm thinking something chocolatey like a dutch process cocoa covered dark chocolate truffle spiked with something like vodka or rum. That sounds divine right now, actually.

Bonus April! She's something super strong, maybe even sour. She's definitely a candy. The perfect mix of sweet and punch in the face sour. Perhaps a Warhead, haha.

I'm really hungry now

[ongatheringsimsandstories]

NSBC • Chapitre 31

J’ai suivi les conseils de ma mère, et ma nouvelle motivation. En ce moment, je vois beaucoup Kalpita à l’extérieur du travail. J’essaie de la courtiser comme il se doit… et ce n’est pas évidant ! Elle ne se laisse pas trop aller, à ce niveau-là… mais je ne perds pas espoir ! Même si ça fait maintenant plusieurs mois que j’essaie…

« Tiens, c’est pour toi.

— Oh, Gaby ! Merci, elle est magnifique ! »

«  Rien n’est trop beau pour toi…

— Gabriel… »

J’ai senti qu’elle voulait dire quelque chose. Alors je l’ai encouragée.

« Oui ? Un problème ?

— Eh bien… Écoute, tu me plais beaucoup, mais… comment dire ça… je…

— Tu te demandes si je m’amuse juste ou si c’est plus sérieux ?

— Oui, voilà… »

Je l’emmène pour nous assoir un peu à l’écart du bar (et donc de la foule), puis prends une grande inspiration et lui réponds :

« En fait, tu es bien plus qu’une passade. Tous les autres, ils ne m’intéressaient que physiquement. Si on pouvait discuter un peu c’était un plus, mais ce n’était pas le plus important. Toi, c’est autre chose. C’est d’abord ton caractère qui m’a séduit. Le fait que tu sois, en plus de cela, une très jolie femme, n’est que la cerise sur le gâteau, si l’on veut. Alors pour te répondre, je dirais que c’est sérieux, et que j’aimerai entamer quelque chose de durable avec toi, si toutefois tu es d’accord, bien sûr. »

Je vois le rouge lui monter aux joues.

« Moi, j’ai réussi à faire tomber le grand Gabriel Berry ?

— Il faut croire que oui, très chère. »

Et sans un mot de plus, elle m’a embrassé.

C’est vraiment une chouette fille, je pense que je peux essayer d’être heureux, avec elle…

•

Elle vient maintenant régulièrement à la maison, quelques fois le soir en semaine, et le week-end. C’est plutôt sportif, entre nous, d’ailleurs…

Enfin bref, tout ça pour dire que j’ai l’impression qu’elle vit là alors que ce n’est pas le cas. J’ai beau m’être fait à l’idée que je pourrais être heureux avec une seule et même personne qui n’est pas… bref, je ne suis pas encore prêt à vivre avec elle. On vit comme ça, un peu au jour le jour, et c’est pas plus mal… !

Je me suis présenté aux élections de la nouvelle chambre du conseil… et devinez quoi ? J’ai eu un siège ! Les médias continuent de dire que je suis ‘instable’, mais apparemment ce n’est pas l’avis de tout le monde… ! Enfin, cela dit, comme je ne m’affiche plus qu’avec Kalpita depuis des mois, ça doit jouer…

Je m’empresse de poster un message sur ma page pour remercier les gens de leur soutien. Je partage également quelques liens pour faire des dons à certaines œuvres caritatives, et un nouvel article de notre magazine en ligne.

Les réactions sont immédiates, tout le monde me félicite… Je vais peut-être réussir à faire quelque chose de ce pays, finalement ! Ma vie est au beau fixe !

« T’as vu ça, Raph’ ? La classe, non ?

— Ouais, je savais que tu pouvais le faire ! Bravo frangin ! »

J’ai discuté de longues minutes avec lui avant d’entendre soudainement qu’on toquait à ma porte. J’ai coupé court à la conversation avec un dernier au revoir et je me suis dirigé vers l’entrée. Surprise, il s’agissait de Kalpita.

« Tiens, salut Kalpita ! Je ne m’attendais pas à te voir, tu ne devais pas aller voir tes parents à Brindleton Bay aujourd’hui ?

— Si, mais… finalement, changement de plan.

— Ah bon ? Rien de grave j’espère ? »

Elle se tait. Elle a l’air d’être stressée par quelque chose… Puis elle prend une profonde inspiration.

« Je… Je sais que tu m’as dis que tu me considérais comme une relation sérieuse, mais… je pense quand même qu’on a manqué de vigilance.

— De vigilance ? Pourquoi ? Pour l’image ? Il s’est passé un truc ?

— Non, non, il ne s’agit pas de ça… Euh… »

Je hausse un sourcil. Qu’est-ce qu’elle peut bien avoir à me dire de…

« Je suis enceinte. »

J’ai soudainement l’impression que mon cerveau se met en pause, avant de repartir de plus belle.

« Pardon ?! »

« Je sais, c’est super nul, on n’a même pas eu le temps de parler de vivre ensemble qu’on va déjà se retrouver avec un môme sur les bras… Pardon…

— C’est pas possible… C’est pas possible… !

— On va gérer, t’inquiète pas…

— M-Mais je n’ai jamais imaginé avoir des enfants un jour ! »

Je me voyais plutôt comme l’oncle qui gâterait ses neveux et nièces parce qu’il n’a pas de gamin à lui, pour tout vous dire… Et ça m’allait très bien, comme avenir !

« Mais moi non plus ! Enfin, si, peut-être plus tard, mais pas maintenant ! Sauf que c’est fait, donc il va falloir s’en occuper, on va pas l’abandonner, non plus… ! »

« N-Non, mais…

— Tu ne vas pas me laisser l’élever toute seule, quand même ?

— Quoi ?! Mais pour qui tu me prends ? T’es folle ?

— Pardon… J’avoue que j’ai eu peur de ça, mais c’est vrai que tu es trop gentil pour ça… »

Comment on va faire… ? Je me frotte le visage pour essayer de reprendre mes esprits.

Je lève les yeux vers Kalpita qui a l’air aussi stressée que moi. C’est pas bon qu’elle soit dans cet état pour… pour le bébé, j’imagine…

« Bon… Déjà, tu vas venir vivre ici… C’est le minimum…

— D’accord… Et après… ?

— Après… on avisera. »

Elle est repartie pour faire ses cartons, et moi je suis rentré, une énorme boule dans le ventre… J’ai quand même réussi à manger quelque chose. Puis, comme une évidence, j’ai décroché mon téléphone, et composé un numéro.

« Allô, maman ? Non, ça va pas trop, il faut que je te parle… »