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goosewriting · 1 year

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Hi!! Hope you're doing good, this is for the prompt request, raph with number 10 on color blue (miscellaneous), where reader lives near where the turtles live (not in the sewers lol), and everytime he goes on a mission or just walk close to their house, he starts to crush on them, so when his brothers found out they try to perform a date, but since raph is some shy, it doesn't go as planned (even that reader is really charmed by raph personality and in some time they start to crush on raph too and more time later they start a relationship), sorry if is really long, just some fluff for the raph boi <33, I really love your writing and i hope you do good, thanks for your time and also that if you don't feel like doing this you can pass for it, don't worry :)) (forgot to mention thst this is situated after the kraang situation so reader don't get a little freaked out about raph)

A very special mission (rottmnt Raph x reader)

prompt 10: "Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

summary: Raph gets a crush on reader and April sets up a meeting.

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: ~910

A/N: i have to admit this one was one of the more difficult ones for me, it’s been in my wips for so long! i ended up changing the dialogue slightly to fit the scenario better. hope you still like it!!<3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It had been around 3 weeks since the Krang invasion and the city was recovering slowly but surely. Many buildings that had been destroyed by the aliens were almost done being rebuilt. With every day that passed there were less and less construction sites and scaffoldings to be seen.

After the invasion, the everyday routine resumed fairly quickly. You kept going to class and your part-time job as always. But lately you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You tried to shrug it off and went on your way.

Above you on a roof, from within the shadows, a certain ninja was keeping an eye on you.

Raph had been watching you for some time now. Because of the repairs after New York’s partial destruction, the turtle brothers had to change their patrol route, and that’s when he had spotted you talking to your friends on the street.

It had been like love at first sight for Raph. Ever since seeing you that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even after the repairs were done and he could have gone back to their normal route, he’d always make a quick escapade to your street, hoping to see you.

One night he was escorting you home from afar (unbeknownst to you) after work, and you ran into April on the street. You two greeted each other like you were friends and had a quick chat, then went along your way.

The next day, Raph basically interrogated April about you. It turned out you had actually been friends for a long time, but you had moved away for some years, and now came back. She just hadn’t had the time to catch up with you yet and introduce everyone.

Hearing this, and knowing that Raph had a massive crush on you, the other turtles all but begged April to set you up with him somehow. It didn’t take much convincing at all, because she was actually planning on doing so sooner or later. She was convinced you’d get along really well, with all of them.

So when April asked you if you were up to meeting a friend of hers, you said yes. You were kinda intrigued at how mysterious everything was about the meet-up. She wouldn’t tell you much about this person other than his and his brothers’ names, and that he was a really good guy.

You were told to wait on a street that wasn’t busy at night-time. If April hadn’t been there waiting with you, you would have had second thoughts about meeting a stranger in a deserted place like this. But she was confident that you’d like her friend, so you waited expectantly.

The turtles were waiting on a rooftop across the street, and Raph was half-way down the fire escapes when he suddenly stopped. He clenched and unclenched his fists in annoyance at himself, trying to calm down his pounding heart. Isn’t this what he had been waiting for for weeks? To finally meet you face to face and talk to you? All his pining came down to a boil within him, evaporating immediately, leaving him only with uncertainty.

Looking around, you turned to look at either side of the road, your form illuminated by a streetlamp. Raph’s breath hitched when he noticed that you had actually chosen a nice outfit to come out here; it wasn’t your usual clothes you wore to go to work and back.

You had dressed up for him and he was too much of a coward to go say hello.

With a groan, he buried his face into his hands.

April was starting to wonder why Raph was taking so long. She gave you an apologetic look and was about to contact him with her turtle comm, when it beeped in her pocket.

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission” came a voice through the device.

“What? Abort what mission, Raph?” said someone else. “All you were gonna do was introduce yourself to April’s friend?”

“Yeah Leo, and they’re too attractive. I’ll never be able to speak to them.”

What Raph had forgotten was that April was also connected to their call, so you had heard everything.

Heat rised to your cheeks at Raph’s comment. But you did like his voice, it was kind. So with a sudden burst of confidence, you took April’s device from her hands just as she was about to reply (probably reprimanding him about leaving you out here when he wouldn’t even show up).

“C’mon Raph” you called to him, then switched to a more flirtatious tone. “Let me see you… I don’t bite.”

You heard a clatter somewhere on the building near you, where Raph was holding onto the railing for dear life after almost falling down, face as red as his bandana.

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Bonus: (a couple of weeks later, after you two started dating)

“Hey, remember when you were too scared to come meet me for the first time that night?” you asked Raph with a playful tone, lightly jabbing your elbow into his side.

“Ugh, yes” he responded, looking to the side for a second with flushed cheeks. “I was scared out of my shell to be honest… I still don't entirely understand how I managed to snatch you but I'm glad I did.”

You merely smirked at him. He sighed.

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

“Heh, nope” you said, leaning up to place a smooch on the tip of this beak.

#goose feathers #500 goslings event #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt raph x reader #raphael x reader #rise raph x reader

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zprites · 1 year

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April TMNT All 4-1!

IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING! I WROTE ABOUT BLUE OMGOMGOMG lol - Honestly had such a hard time with writing this month's prompt, hence why it didn't come out sooner... I kept losing concentration while writing buuuttt I think that's my mental illness talking. Plus the new Dragon Age playthrough I started, shhhh lol.

Apologizes in advance if it's kinda lacking 😭

The Lovely Hosts - @thelaundrybitch, @post-apocalyptic-daydream, @leosgirl82, and @turtle-babe83!

Prompt - “What are you doing in my bed?”

Rise! Leo x GN! Reader and SFW -- Characters are in their 20s! Enjoy!!

Taglist: @turtle-babe83, @manduse, @morning-sun-brah, @crazysarah-98, @pacoholin, @iamdefinitelytheratking

Close Your Eyes, I Got You Now

Close your eyes I got you now Fall into me, and I'll catch you darlin'... Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk

It started off like any other day for you - your alarm blaring after you hit snooze several times too many, tripping over that damned rug in your bathroom you always swore you’d replace if it happened again (which it always did), speeding out the door after hastily pulling yourself together with nothing in your stomach besides a few sips of coffee you’d managed before you cursed at the time. You moved seamlessly through the crowd of New Yorkers as each one made their way to their destinations. The nearby subway station was packed as usual yet you were able to squeeze your way onto the last train that would allow you to make it to your job just in time for your shift.

After five stops you stepped out of the car and briskly walked toward the stairs leading up to the streets above, taking two at a time. A quick glance at your phone showed that you would make it on time with only seconds to spare.

However you ended up misjudging the amount of steps left until you reached the landing causing your feet to blunder beneath you. Your hand clamped around the metal railing that was thankfully beside you, allowing you to catch yourself before you got a mouthful of concrete. Unfortunately at the same time the person behind you bumped into your body, their coffee (iced, thankfully) spilling over your form. Instead of apologizing for their lack of attention to the world around them, they shouted obscenities at you for a moment before rushing past you, nose going back into their phone within seconds as they blended into the sea of people.

You arrived at work five minutes late. Your boss took one look at the liquid dripping from your hair and work uniform and ushered you into the bathroom for you to clean yourself up. Thankfully your uniform was dark colored though your hair remained sticky and grimy, the scent of coffee lingering on you throughout the entirety of your shift. Your coworkers did little to help your evergrowing foul mood, one of them being particularly inept for one reason or another, leaving you to deal with the brunt of customer scrutiny. To top it all off, a particular encounter with an elderly woman who wanted to return merchandise they purchased over a year ago with no receipt had you at your absolute limit.

And it wasn’t even noon.

You were so fucking done with the day…

After clocking out you made the trek back to your apartment, wanting nothing more than to take a nice long shower and enjoy the comfort of your home in solitude. You had nothing planned and you were so, so ready to veg out in your bed with nothing but a glass of wine and the cast of The Office for company.

You let out a sigh of relief once you stepped through your front door, kicking off your shoes with dramatic flair as you locked the door behind you. A yawn escaped you as your sock-clad feet padded lightly against the wooden flooring as you moseyed over to your bedroom.

“Sweetie! You’re finally home!”

You stopped dead in your tracks and groaned a bit on the inside when you took in the scene before you. Your boyfriend, who you noticed was wearing only a pair of joggers, was laying on your bed though upon seeing you he instantly sat up, beaming at you as his dark eyes shone with glee.

While this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and normally a welcome one at that, today was different. When you didn’t want to deal with anyone for the remainder of the day, you meant it. This included your loving, handsome turtle mutant boyfriend.

You blinked a few times at him as the frustration that had been building up inside you threatened to boil over. A moment passed as you struggled to say something that wouldn’t come across as completely rude - you didn’t want to take your foul mood out on him.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

As soon as the words left your mouth you cringed inwardly, slapping a palm to your forehead in your mind at your choice in words. The way you said them wasn’t any better if you were to be honest. Your voice asked the question with a tautness you had hoped wouldn’t upset him.

It didn’t. Leonardo kept his smile plastered on his face as he began speaking.

“Well after you texted me during your lunch break, I thought it would be nice to surprise you.”

You frowned a bit. Did you text him? You couldn’t remember…

Which only frustrated you further. On top of your evergrowing irritation, you didn’t even realize you had texted your boyfriend to complain about the world that seemingly had it out for you from the moment you woke up.

“- wanted to cheer you up! I just placed an order for take-out from that chinese place you love a few minutes ago and…”

And here he was.

The overwhelming feeling that you didn’t deserve him hit you like a ton of bricks in that moment.

“- watch whatever you want while I rub your feet… Hey, why are you crying?”

You were crying?

You brought a hand to cheek and felt the saltwater trail from where a single tear had escaped from the moisture that had accumulated in your eyes. A dam broke and you began sobbing in earnest, letting out all of the stress and annoyance that had built up over the day in a matter of seconds.

“Hey now… C'mere." Leo soothed as he took your hands in his, gently pulling you closer to him. You let him, allowing him to maneuver you so that you were sitting on his lap sideways, head tucked into his neck as your shoulders shook.

The two of you stayed that way for several minutes until you felt yourself eventually calm down, your eyes no longer producing tears as your crying had seemed to run its course. Leo held you firmly against his plastron, rubbing circles across your back to comfort you.

“I’m sorry…” You got out past a sniffle.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He spoke barely above a whisper.

You let out a shaky sigh. “It’s just - today sucked. I was so happy to be home and have some much needed alone time, to decompress and forget about all the bullshit I had to deal with. I guess when I saw you here, I got even more upset, which is silly because I know you only want to help… I don’t know…” You trailed off. It was true, you felt extremely silly for the way you had reacted.

“It’s okay, I understand. If I had known you wanted to be alone I wouldn’t have shown up unannounced like this.”

You felt bad. Now that he was here, the idea of spending your evening with him sounded more favorable than spending it by yourself. You just wish you hadn’t broken down to the extent that you did.

“I can go, if you still want to be left alone…” Leo offered with a hint of dejection laced in his words that would have been missed by most people. But not to you.

“No no no.” You lifted your head up to meet his gaze. “Stay, please.”

He smiled down at you, bringing a hand to wipe away the streaks on your cheeks. “Alright.”

The evening passed by slowly. Leo catered to your every need, insisting that you relaxed as he drew you a bath after the two of you had eaten. Once in bed he held good on his promise to massage your feet as the two of you laughed over several episodes of The Office. Eventually you started dozing off, your head rested on his shoulder as it became increasingly difficult for your eyes to stay open. You felt his lips press a kiss to your forehead as one final thought passed through your mind before sleep overtook you.

You knew that you could always count on him to turn even your shittiest of days into a good one.

#tmnt all 4 1 challenge #rise leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rise leonardo x reader

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waitmyturtles · 5 months

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Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: The Bad Buddy Rewatch Edition, Part 3b -- More on BBS and Asian Cultural Touchpoints

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. Today, I offer the second half of the third (ha!) of five posts on Bad Buddy. I'll look today at themes that myself and fellow Asian fans of Bad Buddy have caught and related to in this wonderful show.]

Here are links to part 1, part 2, and part 3a of the BBS OGMMTVC Meta Series. Today's post is a continuation of part 3a. Part 4 is here.

Yesterday, I began an unwinding about what I am calling the "Asian Cultural Touchpoints" of Bad Buddy -- the Asianness of Bad Buddy that is rooted and coded in the way people interact with each other.

As a quick recap from yesterday: I have been insanely lucky to engage in conversation with a number of legendary Asian BBS stans about the Asianness within Bad Buddy: huge shout-outs and thanks go to @grapejuicegay, @recentadultburnout, @telomeke, @neuroticbookworm, and @lurkingshan (who is not Asian, but has Asian relatives and is well-versed in the nuances of our cultures!). We captured a lengthy list of Asian cultural signposts in Bad Buddy and we've been having great discussion around them, including:

1) saving face, 2) intergenerational/inherited trauma, 3) the unique nature of secret-keeping in Asian cultures/societies, 4) enmeshed family boundaries, 5) setting up children to compete against each other for the sake of familial pride, 6) patriarchy, sexism, and the reversal of sexism among next generations, 7) the inset/assumed roles of family members based on patriarchy and elder respect, 8) assumed community within and external to one's family, usually based on where you live and where you go to school, 9) how one's identity is defined based on patriarchy and individualist vs. collectivist cultures, 10) how various cultures within an Asian nation live peacefully (or not) together (for example, what makes Pat and Pran different by way of Pat's Thai-Chinese heritage vs. Pran's ethnic Thai heritage),

and many more.

I unwound yesterday on the cultural touchpoints of saving face, intergenerational/inherited trauma (partly as a follow-up from my very first thesis on Bad Buddy), and the singular nature of secret-keeping in Asian cultures.

There's no way I can get through this entire list in two posts, but I do want to touch upon competition, enmeshed family (and friend, sometimes) boundaries, and patriarchy and sexism as three other cultural touchpoints that engendered quite a bit of conversation among our BBS mini-village.

Competition: ALL OVER BAD BUDDY. All over it, and we know it, and for the most part, we love Pran's and Pat's little love battles. Pat and Pran are constantly competing. Pat gets Chief Phupha into it in Our Skyy 2, dang it ("I'm Pha Pun Dao's top-notch," Phupha, psh). We don't know if the guys can function without having a competition going between them at any given point.

We know this structure started with their parents. As I talked about yesterday, considering the trauma that Ming and Dissaya faced in their young lives -- the trauma that they passed down to Pat and Pran, the rivalry and almost unbridled hatred that they expected Pat and Pran to embody -- all of that emanated through competition between the guys. Their parents asked them, daily, how the other kid was doing in school, making sure that their son was winning on top. As we know from Pat's rooftop monologue in episode 5, that was baggage he carried with him his entire life.

So many of these cultural touchpoints can be connected to the idea of saving face, as I wrote about yesterday. It is an overarching rule of any Asian child's life that Asian parents demand to be able to brag about their kids. Give me an Asian kid whose parents didn't do that to them, and I'll give that kid a huge hug, a gold medal, and a wish in an envelope that I could have had their childhood. Awards, top grades, top class positions, top university admissions: the need to be the best is neverending, for the sake of a parent not losing face for their child not succeeded at the top level of everything.

@telomeke notes the inherent cultural demands of Pran's and Pat's family in the competition paradigm that Pat outlines above.

[Re: Ming and Dissaya]: [E]very time [the children] do well, the bar often gets pushed a little higher. We actually see Ming doing this to Pat in Ep.1 ... when Pat tells him he was made class president. Ming says something like "get yourself a gold medal for rugby and then I'll let you brag"; Pat's achievement (though not dismissed) is downplayed rather than celebrated, and another goal is set. Anyway, my read is that both the boys had caliber to start with; it's natural to Pran (we don't see Dissaya really pushing him to excel), and I think he pushes himself to excel, to be the virtuous paragon of everything, as a barrier to the outside world, and to protect his vulnerable, secret interior. ... And Pat was pushed by Ming to match Pran's achievements, though not for the usual Asian parent reasons – it was to continue his own efforts to best Dissaya, IMO...

What @telomeke outlines here correlates perfectly with my own experiences of my Asian childhood: that even in the face of successes that my parents demanded, the reward was only a passive comment that I had to be doing more. There was never a moment where a parent's cup of happiness was truly filled from the child's perspective.

However, in the case of Pran and Pat specifically: @grapejuicegay had a further illumination that highlighted the utter pain and sadness of the outcomes and consequences of their lifelong competition. We know they were perfectly paired as a couple in love. But ultimately? Because of the pressures they faced as children vis à vis each other -- they also become the only people who could compete with each other. AND, because of that reality -- a new kind of empathy sprung up between them, what I called in part 1 of this series a radical empathy of a kind we don't always see between enemies to lovers. @grapejuicegay's thoughts:

I'm just thinking about the first family interactions we see for Pat and Pran and how Dissaya is framed as a concerned parent with her main worry being Pran taking on too much on his plate with being the head of the department. But also how that's so far removed from what her influence had made of him - an overachiever to the highest degree. ...[T]he whole point of Pat and Pran is that they're evenly matched in everything (which works so well because they're both such EXTRA little shits with so many lil' interests), and it's been there since the [original] trailer. They both keep competing to see who can get the most achievements to brag about, eventually settling down to a point where they help each other out because they're each other's only worthy competition because they're the only ones who can keep up with each other [emphasis mine]. So.... Dissaya's concern is nice and all, but she created this monster who not only can handle having so many responsibilities, but ENJOYS it. And Pat's help is always pushing him to do all of it, just have some help along the way so he's not doing it all alone. Wai helps, but he has to be manipulated into it. So the only person ACTIVELY helping Pran even when neither of them thinks he needs it is Pat ("I know you can do it, but I want to do it for you").

I was tremendously moved when @grapejuicegay shared her read with me on this, because not only did it land fully with me -- but it served to highlight the sadness and loneliness that existed in the gulf between Pran and Pat prior to their union. In other words, because they knew, so well, HOW to compete with each other -- if they needed help, they were the only ones who knew HOW to help each other. Pat showing up at the dilapidated bus station; Pran showing up at the empty auditorium. They could vibe when each other needed a little push. They knew WHEN and HOW to help each other, with the fluency they had ABOUT each other, even before their relationship began -- because they had been competing all their lives. As Pat said in Our Skyy 2: "we've been neighbors all our lives." They knew each other's ins and outs better than even their families did.

The competition that Pran and Pat engaged in had significant cultural roots. But the long-term impact of that competition? It rendered the guys on their own lonely island, a place where only the two of them could understand each other fully. It's a romantic conclusion -- to know your partner so well like that, it can fill your heart with nostalgic reckoning. But as Pat said above and to his father -- it was a bruising path, for the both of the guys.

There's a lot to enmeshed boundaries in Bad Buddy. The boundaries that SHOULD exist between two people that regularly get crossed. I definitely want to acknowledge, before I unwind on these boundaries, that Western vs. Asian viewers will have different expectations of exactly what enmeshment looks like and what it means. I'll have more on this in a bit.

When I think of enmeshed boundaries in Bad Buddy, I think of Dissaya having almost total control over Pran's physical placement. Of Ming knocking on Pat's dorm door, unannounced. Of Pat's expectation that Pa would do his laundry (which will speak to the sexism I'll talk about in a bit). @neuroticbookworm noted how hilariously Asian it was that Pat and Pa -- older brother and younger sister -- literally shared a dorm room. Pat could scuttle to Pran's solo room, to their love nest, to leave their shared room alone for Pa and Ink. But: what an Asian set-up, to have big bro sleeping on the floor, while little sister got the bed.

But besides what Western viewers might traditionally think of as "unhealthy" enmeshed boundaries, there's also a conversation about how Asian families engage -- or, don't engage -- with expectations of privacy. The biggest and most obvious example of a violation of personal privacy in BBS is that Pran's and Pat's parents forbid their children from having friendship with the kid next door. We know, in the end, that the parents cannot control that behavior of their kids, and yet, the parents try to do so anyway, with traumatic results.

@telomeke talked in our mini-village about the everyday functionality of Asian families crossing borders of assumed privacy. These are crossings that I fully relate to: for instance, I wasn't allowed to lock my bedroom door very often when I was growing up, to allow for complete access to my "private space," even and especially while I was in it.

I remember this as a thing growing up, that it's perfectly fine in [Asian countries] to drop in unannounced when it's family (though I think with widespread cellphone availability, people do check in beforehand now – however it could also be just to make sure there's someone in to receive them when they drop by!). It's a bit of a truism that the more traditional Asian parents will be in every part of your life and may not always know how to give you more distance when you grow older. ... For the more traditionally-minded, I think this phenomenon would be even more pronounced. And we definitely see this with Pat and Pa too.

The stories I heard about parents busting in on their Asian kids in compromising positions because the kids HAD to leave the doors unlocked? Stories about full-grown adults being interrupted in their intimacy because their parents came into the house? Countless stories. Us as Asians -- we might laugh about it, but there's also an unspoken and inherent sense of annoyance, of fear, of "how do I explain this now?" that's like a dull, permanent foreboding.

In thinking about how these boundary-crossings were inherited vis à vis Pat and Pran, into the next generation, of course -- all we have to think about are the many, many times we saw Pat crossing into Pran's threshold at Tinidee. That shot of Pat wrapped in his comforter as he shuffles to Pran's door.

However, @grapejuicegay flagged for me an utterly legendary Bad Buddy meta post written by @transpat now nearly two years ago, describing the Indian concept of haq, a concept I know very dearly well. To quote @transpat on the definition of haq:

in context of relationships, we use it to describe the entitlement ppl we keep close are allowed over us. in our culture, with every bond we form and built, we owe those ppl certain rights over us. like our filial duty to our parents, supporting our siblings and relatives emotionally and/or financially, the loyalty to our friends. lovers and spouses are ppl given all the rights of a family member by choice and obv other stuff like touching u in ways others can't, sharing worries and secrets you wouldn't indulge others w, the permission to carry and lighten ur burdens.

We know so well that Pat didn't just cross the hallway of Tinidee; he climbed through and over windows, over roofs, to get to Pran. And Pran... let him in. We know now what Pran's feelings were all that time, at least from 10th grade to university. Of course, Pran would let Pat in, because he had already let Pat into his heart. Maybe not into his psychological safety zone -- that had to take much longer. But in a much more primal sense, Pran had let Pat in, for so many reasons beautifully illustrated by @transpat in their piece, and for the examples up above, especially by way of the inadvertent closeness they achieved through their never-ending competing with each other.

I want to take a quick moment to highlight the two concepts I bolded above in @transpat's description of haq. I don't know if I have the words to describe this as well as @transpat, but to the point of entitlement and having rights over someone... there's a certain sense in Asian group dynamics, that one's business is everyone's business, if that makes sense. Think about cliques when you were growing up. Those cliques were formed on similar desires and interests -- being rich, beautiful, "cool," etc.

I feel like Asian group dynamics go a bit beyond this. Because you are in a group, it must go that any one single person's business is everyone's business. There is an entitlement to information about other people. In the States, we value individualism, and when these cliques are being formed in our youthful years, there's certainly a clash with people wanting to express themselves as individuals; very often, the group dynamics do not allow for individual expression. I would argue that that's even more strong in Asian circles.

If I could describe what I think was happening when Pat was climbing into Pran's window to, say, make that first deal about getting Wai to apologize -- I do very much believe that Pat felt it was his intimate right to go into Pran's room, as it had been established that they were, once more, schoolmates and neighbors, now that Pran was back in his family home. If Pran filled those roles -- schoolmate, neighbor -- it automatically clicked into Pat's social expectations that Pran was there to be talked to and engaged with, no matter if Pran would try to push him out. We know that Pran would give up on pushing Pat out, because Pran had feelings for Pat. BUT: what I love about @transpat's INCREDIBLE meditation is that Pat also clicked into unspoken social roles that allowed him to seek out a moment of friendly intimacy with Pran. (Besides the fact that it's more theorized now that Pat had unknown attraction for Pran during high school -- but I don't think attraction was what brought Pat into Pran's room to discuss that very first deal.)

I think this meditation on enmeshed boundaries, as I mentioned earlier, feeds nicely into the final points I want to make about the last cultural touchpoint for analysis, that of patriarchy and sexism in Asian families.

The BBS mini-village sliced and diced the incredibly overarching examples of patriarchy in this story, as emanating mostly from Ming: Ming's role as the head of the family and doling out roles; Ming ensuring that Pat would "not forget" Ming's reputation at university; Ming's parents doing nothing to interfere with Pa's role as serving Pat; Pat reinforcing that role to Pa in the family home.

Why Ming? As @telomeke broke it down for us: Ming is the head of the household of a Thai-Chinese family. It's not to say that patriarchy and sexism don't exist in ethnic Thai families -- but a patriarchal dynamic isn't shown in Pran's house, as Dissaya is the one who holds the emotional control over the Siridechawats. It's in the Jindapat household that we see old-fashioned roles of men and women doled out.

In traditional Chinese society (before the Communists came to power in China), sons had absolute pride of place in Chinese families, and we see Ming giving special treatment to Pat, while Pa was made to clean up after Mr. Jindapat Jr, doing his laundry, having the piece of chicken she wanted stolen by him in Ep.1, etc... Ming invited Pat home for a meal in Ep. 7, but didn't mention Pa, and Pat had to say he'd bring her along. But Pat and Pa, away from home didn't care for any of this, (e.g., when they were kids Pat let Pa win the bicycle race and skip washing up duties, in the Ep.1 flashback), and while Pa would begrudgingly do Pat's laundry, she would give as good as she got as well whenever they tussled (verbally).

As @telomeke says above, we see Pat, within his generation, to Pa, in their own private space of bicycling outside or moving into his own dorm room, quietly dismantling that patriarchy and sexism of Ming's and Pat's mom -- letting Pa win the bicycle race; talking out of earshot of their parents about Pat protecting, instead of hurting, Pran. [Another great example, a little outside of the patriarchal example but still worth noting, is Wai's role, as a stand-in for Dissaya, sticking to the definitions of the role of Pran's best friend, but showing -- within the cohort of his own generation -- that he CAN change to accept Pat in Pran's life, as opposed to Dissaya's inability to do so (scroll down through the whole liveblog post for the commentary!).]

@telomeke mentioned in our conversation about patriarchy and sexism that he was surprised that he'd see a parent as young as Ming -- a parent to a student of Pat's age, much younger than myself and @telomeke -- keep up with these traditional, old-fashioned values. I think that's a great point, especially in the way that Ming ignores Pa only until the end of the series, when he's instead cut Pat mostly out of his caring reach for disobeying him. We know from the Soonvijarn analysis and reaction videos by Aof Noppharnach and his collegial community of filmmakers, that Aof took inspiration for Ming stealing the scholarship from Dissaya from a real-life occurrence of the same story. I think Aof intentionally had such strong patriarchal structures in Bad Buddy vis à vis the Jindapats in order to highlight what a stronghold old-fashioned notions of life have on generations -- and intended to have a conversation vis à vis Pat, Pran, Pa, and Wai, that the ways in which these old-fashioned notions are updated over time, is through the work of the subsequent generations of children growing up and learning and knowing better.

The coded Asianness of Bad Buddy... god. I could sit with my fellow Asians and talk about the coded Asianness of Bad Buddy for at least weeks, if not maybe even a year or two. We could laugh about the comedy of many of the experiences or traumas we have faced vis à vis the cultural touchpoints that I've listed and analyzed, and we could also share our shared pain, our shared joys, our shared ways in which we express emotion, love, our highs and lows, through our shared Asian cultures. Talking about this makes me tremendously glad that there's national and international fandoms watching Asian shows -- even if, say, Western viewers can't exactly pinpoint what's happening by way of a culturally contextual moment in Bad Buddy, at least there's a community of Asian bloggers out here that can unwind what might be confusing.

Once more, I want to thank @recentadultburnout, @grapejuicegay, @telomeke, @neuroticbookworm, and @lurkingshan for engaging me in such amazing and extensive conversation about the best show ever Bad Buddy. More than education -- the process was INCREDIBLY fun and rewarding.

(Tagging @dribs-and-drabbles, @solitaryandwandering, and @wen-kexing-apologist by request! If you'd like to be tagged in this series, please let me know!)

[WHEW! SEVENTH INNING STRETCH, FRIENDS, stand up and stretch yer arms as I crack my knuckles one more time for this fabulous show! My last post for the BBS OGMMTVC Series -- a breakdown of my theorized reasons and timing regarding Pran leaving for Singapore -- drops next week. Stay tuned!

And after this, I take the tiniest break from the OGMMTVC to review one of the most important shows of 2023: La Pluie. And then I'm back on my tip with Secret Crush On You and an end-of-the-year rewatch of KinnPorsche. So, much more to come!

Here's the status of the Old GMMTV Challenge watchlist. Tumblr's web editor loves to jack with this list, so please head to this link for the very latest updates!

1) The Love of Siam (2007) (movie) (review here) 2) My Bromance (2014) (movie) (review here) 3) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) (review here) 4) Gay OK Bangkok Season 1 (2016) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 5) Make It Right (2016) (review here) 6) SOTUS (2016-2017) (review here) 7) Gay OK Bangkok Season 2 (2017) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 8) Make It Right 2 (2017) (review here) 9) Together With Me (2017) (review here) 10) SOTUS S/Our Skyy x SOTUS (2017-2018) (review here) 11) Love By Chance (2018) (review here) 12) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) (no review) 13) He’s Coming To Me (2019) (review here) 14) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) and Our Skyy x Kiss Me Again (2018) (review here) 15) TharnType (2019-2020) (review here) 16) Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (OffGun BL cuts) (2016 and 2017) (no review) 17) Theory of Love (2019) (review here) 18) 3 Will Be Free (2019) (a non-BL and an important harbinger of things to come in 2019 and beyond re: Jojo Tichakorn pushing queer content in non-BLs) (review here) 19) Dew the Movie (2019) (review here) 20) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) (review here) (and notes on my UWMA rewatch here) 21) 2gether (2020) and Still 2gether (2020) (review here) 22) I Told Sunset About You (2020) (review here) 23) YYY (2020, out of chronological order) (review here) 24) Manner of Death (2020-2021) (not a true BL, but a MaxTul queer/gay romance set within a genre-based show that likely influenced Not Me and KinnPorsche) (review here) 25) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) (review here) 26) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For The Sake Of Rewatching Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (re-review here) 27) Lovely Writer (2021) (review here) 28) Last Twilight in Phuket (2021) (the mini-special before IPYTM) (review here) 29) I Promised You the Moon (2021) (review here) 30) Not Me (2021-2022) (review here) 31) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) (thesis here) 32) 55:15 Never Too Late (2021-2022) (not a BL, but a GMMTV drama that features a macro BL storyline about shipper culture and the BL industry) (review here) 33) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) and Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (2023) OGMMTVC Rewatch (The BBS OGMMTVC Meta Series is ongoing: preamble here, part 1 here, part 2 here, more reviews to come) 34) Secret Crush On You (2022) (on pause for La Pluie) 35) KinnPorsche (2022) (tag here) 36) KinnPorsche (2022) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For the Sake of Re-Analyzing the KP Cultural Zeitgeist 37) The Eclipse (2022) (tag here) 38) GAP (2022-2023) (Thailand’s first GL) 39) My School President (2022-2023) and Our Skyy 2 x My School President (2023) 40) Moonlight Chicken (2023) (tag here) 41) Bed Friend (2023) (tag here) 42) Be My Favorite (2023) (tag here) 43) Wedding Plan (2023) 44) Only Friends (2023) (tag here)]

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acutiewithagun · 10 months

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Reader info dumping about their special interest ( let's say, birds, birds are good ) to Donnie for hours, just walking around following him while talking. Could it be platonic please ?

(I don't know birds, but I do know how to write in a way you can insert your special interest.)

Taglist: @oleander-nin

Just talk

You should have shut up hours ago, however, he hadn't asked you too yet. Instead you have just been following him around spouting on and on about your current special interest.

It certainly didn't feel like he was listening. However you didn't care, your thoughts were overwhelming and needed out.

"And also..." You trailed off of your train of thought as Donnie finally sits down at his computer and starts typing. You take this as a sign to shut up and sit down as well.

You flop down onto the custom made chair your purple companion made you a few months ago. The once chatter filled room now quiet, minus the faint sounds of breathing and the clacking of keys. You just silently watch your friend as he works on codes.

He cleared his throat after a minute and looked back at you. "Why did you stop?" You smile at Donnie and let out a short hum. "I thought I might be annoying you with my voice. It's not like you had to listen to a word I said."

"It's good background noise. And who's to say I haven't been listening? Ask me three questions about the topic you've been discussing for the past..." He looked back at the computer screen as he pulled up one of his ninpo screens as well. "...Five hours, forty seven minutes, and ten seconds. I guarantee I can answer them flawlessly, you know, like the genius I am."

That comment made you smile as the spiny softshell continued his work. "Three questions huh? Hmmm, what was the first thing I told you?" He typed something before opening a new page on his monitor. "Scoff, that is simple, you said hello as you entered the lab and gave me a glorious warning about your need to rant. Give a harder question."

You gave a nod as Donnie pulled up a few more ninpo screens and examined them. "Alright, smarty pants, how many times did I repeat the many facts I gave?" He gave a smirk and waved his hand around dramatically. "About five times each, except for your second fact. That was only repeated thrice. Come on, harder." You gave a scowl at thinking you out smarted the turtle.

"Fine, what was fact seven?" He turned to look at you with his smug mug that you wanted to tackle. "If I recall it was about how useless a certain thing that worked against your special interest was. Now what prize did I win?"

You scoffed at that and gave a playful laugh. "No prize, you're the one that posed the challenge." Donnie turned away and crossed his arms. "Tch, I believe I still deserve a reward for being a brilliant friend." You gave another laugh and scooched your swivel chair over to his.

"I test one of your newest inventions, no questions asked..." This caused the ninja to raise a drawn on eyebrow. "...But! It can't cause me harm." He let out a dramatic scoff once more. "Of course not, I'd never harm my friends on purpose."

"So are you ok with that?" You crossed your arms to mirror him, also raising an eyebrow. "Extremely, in fact, I have one you can test in a few hours. However I'd like it if you hung out with someone else while I work on it. As to not ruin the surprise." You shrug with a nod. "Yeah, I can do that."

With that you were pushed out of the lab within seconds, Donnie placing a bracelet thing on your wrist. "Excellent! I will buzz you back when it is ready."

The doors of the lab closed quickly after those words and you were left a little dumb founded. You blinked in confusion before turning around to find one of the other brothers to hang out with.

How did it go from chasing Donnie around the lab spewing out facts to being shunned until an unspecified time?

Maybe normal friends wouldn't be such a bad thing.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #a cutie with a gun writes #rottmnt platonic x reader

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Reticent got through the second round of the @tmnt-iteration-compeition ! So here’s the incentive I promised!!! (Rest of the post under the cut as it’s pretty long chdkhdkshfj)

Donnie won the poll!!! He’s my favourite guy so I was pretty glad hehe there’s a lot I want to talk about regarding him. I wanted to spoil smth from Season 5 but since it’s the last season it hasn’t had a lot planned out for it yet. So I decided to spoil smth from S2/3 along with part of the Season 5 thing!!! (The episode has had a decent amount planned for it but not to the point I could properly ramble about it and have it make sense dbkdbskchfk-)

During Season 2, Donnie is constantly having to rebuild the Foot Clan’s weapons as they keep getting broken by Raph, who’s looking for him. Due to this he’s barely getting any sleep in between repairs, training and doing the Purple Dragons work (Which they dumped on him as soon as they realised he wouldn’t fight back). So when he finally gets a breather, he decides to start work on something he refers to as the foot bots, which will learn the aggressor’s moves and hopefully lead to less work for him as they’ll be far more difficult to beat than a regular foot soldier. He never gets to the stage where he’s able to actually start creating them as he never gets a chance to present the blueprints to Shredder for approval before uh. The stabbing. But the purple dragons find them and present the idea as their own, getting approval to start creating them immediately.

In Season 3, Ret Donnie gets into a fight with Leo and leaves the lair for a bit to let off some steam, and that just so happens to be the night when the prototype of the foot bot is being deployed. Donnie sees it attacking a random bystander (Timothy 😈💥💥) and goes to help him, telling him to run before beating the absolute shit out of the foot bot in a fit of rage (both at himself and the foot clan for creating that thing). Karai turns out to be nearby as she was sent out to make sure the test run went well and to retrieve the bot in case anything happened and they have a talk. It’s quite pleasant for the most part, Karai making sure he’s being treated well, that he’s healing nicely, etc. But she tells him to stay out of anything regarding the Foot Clan from now on, partially because she doesn’t want the Shredder finding out he’s alive, but also because she won’t be as gentle next time. He’s an enemy to the Foot Clan now, after all. Donnie doesn’t adhere to this warning however, his guilty conscience over allowing something like the Foot Bots to be created leading to him trying to hunt them all down.

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Season 5’s premiere follows directly after the events of the Season 4 finale. Leo thinks that it had something to do with Karai, so he starts to interrogate Donnie regarding her location, which he doesn’t want to reveal as things with them are already not the best and he can’t take ruining their relationship even further. As Leo continues to grill him, backing him further and further into a corner whilst the others shout over each other trying to get him to stop, Donnie unlocks his ninpo under all the stress. None of the turtles have been really able to control their powers when they first get them, and Donnie is no different, his ninpo going haywire. Instead of letting him read others minds, it allowed others to enter his.

Thats right its an E-turtle of the Spotless Mind/Journey to the Centre of Mikey’s Mind episode‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️ (it has aspects of both but I think it’s a bit more similar to the latter)

The group begin at the edges of his mind, where shit has clearly gone down. Massive books tower over them, the pages scribbled on and burnt at the edges, some pages completely missing. It takes a second for them to realise what they are but Mikey realises first given how many things he’s said are written within their pages. They’re rule books of some sort, filled to the brim with every order and correction Donatello has been given over the years. Although, of course, some of it contradicts, and the turtle desperately tried to figure out which one he actually should be following, leading to the plethora of scribbles across the majority of the pages as he attempted to make sense of it all. This leads to Mikey feeling incredibly guilty as he knows he can’t keep making excuses for himself, hiding everything under a guise of trying to be helpful. He was trying to change his little brother, he was trying to *fix* him, and it had been tearing him apart for years.

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I have a few things planned out past that but I don’t exactly know how to talk about them without having everything planned out so I’m gonna leave it there!!! If you do have any questions regarding anything I’ve said here though please do ask!!! I love talking about Reticent :D

#tmnt iteration competition #tmnt reticent #tmnt #reticent #tmnt fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt iteration #reticent!donnie #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello

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someone-named-adel · 1 year

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(Content of isekai! Brothers turtle why sleep deprivation gives me a stroke of inspiration that I must get it out right now).

If we take into account that they are yandere these guys, and, in a scenario (which is very possible) where MC gets defensive with these guys I think they would have, all four of them, similar, but not the same reactions to each other

I think it's common knowledge that if someone knows a lot about you, and apparently "admires" you even though you've never met this person in life, they most likely have something going on, since, honestly I would have a hard time not getting defensive and tense around the person if they have personal information about me.

Especially if it's stuff that only I know, like, I don't know, my first male partner? Things like that.

So, without beating around the bush, I can see what MC, upon hearing the incessant chatter of the turtle, and observing the body language of the turtle itself, would be defensive within seconds, nerves would be bubbling, his body would be so tense, he'd be confused. With a rock, his eyes would be intent on the turtle, and any hint of concern, friendliness, or anything else would be replaced by fear, anxiety, and probably paranoia.

If MC has a partner within the video game/series/movie and is mentioned by any of the turtles, they would become hostile and blunt when addressing any of them.

"Where in the video game/series/movie will we be, I think it would be unfortunate if we were at the point where (nickname) was with (name of partner), as it would make it harder to get emotionally close to them" Donatello rambled/mumbled, mentally going over plans in case you were with your beloved partner, the last thing he wanted was to see his "secret" idol/love having a partner already to give all his love and attention to.

He didn't see that as fair, he knew MC better than that filthy scumbag.

He knew his date of birth, the time he was born, his zodiac sign, the vegetable that disgusts him the most, the candy he could eat and never stop loving it, his favorite juice, how many clothes he has, what color each garment is, what material each of these are made of, his blood type, the times he cut his hair, heck, he was even just now counting how many times he has blinked his sweetie.

(Let's avoid the fact that much of the information was not in the video game/series/movie, and he had to collect the data by threatening the authors and directors about revealing personal data and his home address along with his credit/debit card numbers and the names of his relatives along with his own personal data, after all, not for nothing he called himself the #1 MC fan).

(Although after collecting enough data to his satisfaction, he made sure to express his gratitude and showed his great admiration for the work they did in creating the series/video game/movie).

And, after all he is cooler and smarter than that thing, he is more skilled, has great wit and intellect strategically and makes the best inventions ever thought of by man, heck, even if he wanted to, he could invent flying cars (of course he would have to pull some strings to keep them from stealing his ideas and inventions, he didn't want to repeat Kendra), of course he would have to steal materials to make his inventions a reality, but all in the name of science (and to be seen as the best candidate for a partner by MC, although first he would have to get they approval to be her friend, then he would think more in detail about their future together).

While, MC was being smothered with Michelangelo's infinite love and devotion for them, that didn't mean they wasn't listening to the other people in the place, and boy was they surprised to catch what the purple turtle said.

How did they know his partner? If they hadn't even talked to his family about (name of partner), what's more, they hadn't even mentioned to them that they had a partner at all, let alone the name of the partner.

These "people" really had something hidden, and, from what has already been shown, it is certain that what they are hiding is something he cannot even imagine.

When they found the right moment, they broke free from the orange turtle's death grip, and confronted them, demanding answers to their bizarre behavior.

They earnestly told them that he had never revealed the name of his partner, let alone mentioned having one.

(I feel the shock at the sudden outburst of distrust and threat in MC would be heavier if MC was someone quiet and calm/loving and enthusiastic by nature, showing only that side to those they detests within the video game/movie/series.)

Already seeing where this situation was going, Raphael abruptly interrupted MC's words.

"Uh, we're your fans, and we know a lot about you because you're a celebrity in our world?" Raphael tried to avoid mentioning that they were passionate fan stalkers of yours, also avoiding saying that you were a fictional character.

The comment said by Raphael ended up getting on MC's nerves.

If they are your fanatics, from everything he could understand, then it wasn't good at all.

They knew too much about them, they had to get away now.

"uh, I have to leave now, I have things to do and I don't have time for this, if you guys don't interfere in my life, I won't interfere in yours" 'they scare me and don't cause me confidence, I need to get out of here now' were the unspoken words.

Now, this can go a few different routes (I feel like I rambled on too much)

A) they decide to let you go, but not before silently agreeing to follow you.

B) Mikey starts to despair at seeing his (future) partner (or love) trying to leave and impulsively decides to become more clingy thus preventing MC from going anywhere (of course this would cause even more trouble)

C) Leonardo, who quietly put a tracker on your clothes (courtesy of Donatello) panics internally at how clunky you are starting to appear and, in the midst of his desperation, unexpectedly pulls you into a portal that leaves you stranded somewhere unknown to both you, and them.

D) anything else

I feel like I'm rambling a lot and went off the deep end

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(Contenido de isekai! Hermanos tortuga por qué la privación de sueño me da un golpe de inspiración que debo sacarla ahora mismo)

Si tomamos en cuenta que son yandere estos chicos, y, en un escenario (que es muy posible) en dónde MC se pone a la defensiva con estos chicos creo que tendrían, los cuatro, reacciones similares, más no iguales entre si

Creo que es de conocimiento común que si alguien sabe mucho de ti, y aparentemente te "admira" aunque no hayas conocido a esta persona en la vida, lo más probable es que tenga algo entre manos, ya que, honestamente a mí se me haría muy difícil no ponerme a la defensiva y estar tensa al rededor de la persona si tiene información personal sobre mi.

Por sobre todo si son cosas que solo yo sé, como, no lo se, ¿Mi primera pareja masculina? Cosas de ese estilo.

Entonces, ya sin rodeos, puedo ver qué MC, al momento de escuchar el parloteo incesante de la tortuga, y observando el lenguaje corporal de este mismo, se pondría a la defensiva en segundos, los nervios estarían burbujeando, su cuerpo estaría tan tenso, que sería confundido con una roca, sus ojos estarían atentos en la tortuga, y todo indicio de preocupación, amabilidad u otra cosa serían reemplazados por miedo, ansiedad, y probablemente paranoia.

Si MC tiene pareja dentro del videojuego/serie/película y es mencionada por alguna de las tortugas, se volvería hostil y tajante cuando se dirija a cualquiera de ellos.

“¿En que parte del videojuego/serie/película estaremos?, creo que sería desafortunado si estuviéramos en el momento en dónde (apodo) estuviera con (nombre de la pareja), ya que haría más difícil el acercarnos emocionalmente a ellos” divagó/murmuró Donatello, repasando mentalmente planes por si estabas con tu amado compañero, lo último que quería era ver a su ídolo/amor "secreto" teniendo ya una pareja la cuál entregarle todo su amor y atención.

No veía eso como algo justo, él conocía mejor a MC que esa basura inmunda.

El sabía su fecha de nacimiento, la hora en la que nació, su signo zodiacal, la verdura que más asco le da, el dulce que podría comer y nunca dejar de amarlo, su jugo preferido, cuánta ropa tiene, de que color es cada prenda, de que material están hechas cada una de estas, su tipo de sangre, las veces que se cortó el pelo, diablos, incluso ahora mismo estaba contando cuántas veces ha parpadeando su cariño.

(Evitemos el hecho de que gran parte de la información no salía en el videojuego/serie/película, y tuvo que recopilar los datos por medio de amenazas a los autores y directores sobre revelar datos personales y la dirección de su casa junto con el número de sus tarjetas de crédito/débito y los nombres de sus familiares junto con sus mismos datos personales, después de todo, no por nada se autodenomino cómo el fan #1 de MC)

(Aunque después de recopilar suficientes datos hasta quedar satisfecho, se aseguró de expresar su gratitud y mostró su gran admiración por el trabajo que hicieron creando la serie/videojuego/película)

Y, después de todo él es más genial e inteligente que esa cosa, es más habilidoso, tiene un gran ingenio e intelecto estratégicamente y hace los mejores inventos jamás pensados por el hombre, diablos, incluso si quería, podría inventar autos voladores (claro que tendría que mover algunos hilos para evitar que le roben sus ideas e inventos, no quería volver a repetir lo de Kendra), por supuesto que tendría que robar materiales para hacer realidad sus inventos, pero todo sea en nombre de la ciencia (y para ser visto como el mejor candidato a pareja por MC, aunque primero tendría que obtener su aprobación para ser su amigo, después pensaría más a detalle sobre su futuro juntos)

Si bien, MC estaba siendo sofocado con el infinito amor y devoción de Miguel Angel por ellos, eso no significaba que no estaba escuchando a las otras personas en el lugar, y vaya que se sorprendió al captar lo dicho por la tortuga morada.

¿Cómo conocían a su pareja? Si ellos ni siquiera habían hablado con su familia sobre (nombre de la pareja), es más, ni siquiera les había mencionado que tenía pareja alguna, mucho menos el nombre de esta.

Estás "personas" realmente tenían algo escondido, y, por lo ya demostrado, es seguro que lo que ocultan es algo que no puede llegar a imaginar.

Cuando encontró el momento adecuado, se soltó del agarre mortal de la tortuga naranja, y los confronto, exigiendo respuestas a su comportamiento tan extraño.

Les dijo seriamente que no les había revelado jamás el nombre de su pareja, y que mucho menos había mencionado tener alguna.

(Siento que el impacto ante el repentino estallido de desconfianza y amenaza en MC sería más pesado si MC fuera alguien callado y tranquilo/amoroso y entusiasta por naturaleza, mostrándole solo esa faceta a quienes detesta dentro del videojuego/película/serie)

Ya viendo a dónde iba a parar esta situación, Raphael interrumpió abruptamente las palabras de MC.

"Uh, ¿somos tus fans?, ¿Y conocemos mucho sobre ti por qué eres una celebridad en nuestro mundo?" Raphael intento evitar el mencionar que eran unos acosadores fanáticos apasionados tuyos, también evitando decir que eras un personaje ficticio.

El comentario dicho por Raphael termino por poner de los nervios a MC.

Si son sus fanáticos, por todo lo que pudo entender, entonces no era nada bueno.

Conocían demasiado sobre ellos, tenía que escapar ahora.

“uh, tengo que irme ahora, tengo cosas que hacer y no tengo tiempo para esto, si ustedes no interfieren en mi vida, yo no interferire en la suya” 'me dan miedo y no me causan confianza, necesito irme de aquí ahora' fueron las palabras no dichas.

Ahora, esto puede ir por diferentes rutas

A) ellos deciden dejarte ir, no sin antes ponerse de acuerdo silenciosamente en seguirte

B) Mikey empieza a desesperarse por ver a su (futura) pareja (o amor) intentando irse y decide impulsiva mente volverse más pegajoso evitando así que MC se vaya a cualquier lugar (claro que esto provocaría un problema aún mayor)

C) Leonardo, quien silenciosamente puso un rastreador en tu ropa (cortesía de Donatello) entra en pánico internamente al ver lo tosca que estás empezando a mostrarte y, en medio de su desesperación, inesperadamente te adentra en un portal que te deja tirado en algún lugar desconocido tanto para ti, como para ellos.

D) cualquier otra cosa

Siento que estoy divagando mucho y me fui por las ramas

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere donnie #yandere leonardo #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere leo #yandere raphael #yandere mikey #yandere x y/n

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https-lovers · 5 months

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Reddie Longfic Recs (6 fics)

Majority of the recommendations are >100k words, and are categorized by timeline! I might make a second part to cover more fics.

Chapter I – 12 years old to immediate post-canon transition During the 27 Years – High school to adulthood Chapter II – Adulthood to Reunion, and post-canon

Enjoy!

Chapter I

are you lost enough? by tozier, trashmouthling (Teen and Up)

Premise: Summer of 1991, and there's no Pennywise. Ben is the new kid, and the Losers going to high school. Notes: This fic has a way of bringing the teenage Losers to life. It has its feel-good moments in summer, and although Reddie makes a meaningful part of the fic, each Loser's story is explored extensively. I also adore the way this was written. Each character's story is written like a dedication, where we find fleshed out characters with purpose behind their actions. The fic transitions in seasons, and even when the descriptive notes don't focus on the weather, you can still experience the Losers progressing from summer, to fall, to winter, and so on. This was a very enjoyable, insightful, humorous and witty read. Richie and Eddie's dynamic in this fic is easily one of my favorites; Where we're able to see their own perspectives and vulnerabilities, but we also see other characters' perspective of their growth, how they talk about each other when the other isn't present– the subtleties of growing up and falling in love with their best friend are all written with intention. If fondness was an extreme sport then they WON.

Reap What You Sow by Honbunbun (Teen and Up)

Premise: They've just defeated Pennywise, but now more monsters are drawn to Derry. The turtle gives them superpowers, and the Losers move in to Neibolt together. Notes: This fic has a unique exploration of the Losers' roles within the group. We pick up on Richie and Eddie's relationship after the first time they defeat Pennywise, with full awareness that the other is there for them. When they aren't defeating monsters or learning how to defeat monsters, the fic is undeniably domestic. They get together somewhere between the beginning and the end, and my favorite part was watching how their relationship progresses past "getting together"; It's a development of trust, and easing in to the kind of comfort you have when you realize someone is never going to leave. This fic was hilarious, explored topics of trauma and death with sensitivity, and honestly felt like a shorter read than it was because of how engaging the author's writing and pacing is.

During the 27 Years

I Left My Umbrella at Home by hyppityhoppy (Explicit)

Premise: "Some of the lost years, recovered" as phrased by the author. There's no Pennywise, but the Losers make distance as friendships do after high school. Decisions turn the tide, and in the middle of the semester, after little to no contact, Richie finds himself on Eddie's doorstep. Notes: This fic was like comforting crack to my nursing student brain telling me it's all going to be okay. The fic shows us the reality of friendships, without being pessimistic. The dialogues are witty and tinged with an edge depicting the characters' ages. They're college students dealing with newfound responsibilities, but we see them progress into adults with careers and marriages. This was a slice of life, the author described it as the recovery of their lost years and it's a completely apt description. Richie and Eddie do the college student mating ritual of having a hundred things to worry about, but still finding the time to make excuses for each other, to be around each other. I love how casual touches, and actions of caring are written into the scene; Some touches are a revelation, and some are written like it's an unquestionable necessity. Love the "Richie and Eddie"ness of all of it.

a strange sense of familiarity by Katranga (Explicit)

Premise: Months before Mike calls everyone back to Derry, Richie and (divorced) Eddie meet in a bar, and proceed to have a high commitment long-distance situationship. The fic follows their first meeting until a retelling and post-canon of Chapter II. Notes: The Eddie character study in this fic was amazingly done, and I adore Richie’s characterization. I have no idea how to describe their relationship in the first part of fic. Richie and Eddie connect right off the bat, and they go through the Horror of Being Known in separate ways. A lot of what I love about this fic are at risk of spoilers; But it made me very sentimental over Eddie. It deals closely with what he went through with Sonia and Myra, and how it’s affected his relationships and self-perception— The author brings in many realistic outliers and flaws in both their lives that could affect their relationship BEFORE they remember the clusterfuck that is Pennywise. The build up towards chapter II was extremely satisfying to me. The epilogue is so sweet I got cavities.

Chapter II

Things that Happen after Eddie Lives by IfItHollers (Explicit)

Premise: What is says on the tin. Everything is post-canon of Chapter II. Eddie lives, Richie is put on trial for murder, they become roommates (and they talk to the dead) Notes: This is my Eddie Lives Bible. Richie is hilarious, and this fic explores the agency he seeks for himself extensively. This fic is basically canon to me. The writing feels grounded for a fic that explores ghostly possessions and Richie Tozier on trial for murder. This is a reddie list, but the inclusion of the other Losers is one of the best aspects of the plot. This fic is hilarious and endearing. Richie and Eddie are figuring out their footing. The part where Richie takes Eddie to the Kissing Bridge is like Top 10 Reddie moments and it's thousands of words before they even get together. This fic is like the navigational journey of two adults who are going through the wringer physically, emotionally, and blindly– with familiarity and sheer will as their saving grace.

Keep on Loving You by notso_bad

Premise: A retelling of Chapter II and post-canon, with Eddie and Richie's enlightening inner commentary (to clarify, the fic is still written in third person). "Emotional edging" as the author put it. Notes: It isn't a reddie rec list without a fic giving extensive, quality, real time inner commentary of Eddie and Richie upon reunion. I'm not eloquent enough to describe it, but the fic is written in such a charming way? The writing has a casual voice that switches between character perspectives, and it flows so naturally. The addition of flashbacks tied the fic together. The rapidity of memories tied with the surges of affection, outpours into two characters who don't know what to do with themselves around each other. Despite this, they know that the feeling– that all of it is still familiar, like they're picking up where they left off. Top tier dynamic.

#https-reddie #reddie fic recs #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #longfic recs

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thedawningofthehour · 5 months

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Helloo!! I havent finished the latest chapter yet, but the second part of Galois‘ perspective made me wonder!! There was a choice to be made for Donatello, had he submitted to Draxum right away, he would have lived on as Donatello. Would Draxum still have changed his memories to that degree?? As in, would Donnie think he was raised by Draxum orr would he have only manipulated him to make him believe he was willingly working with Draxum. Im guessing, had he joined Draxum sooner, he wouldnt have his scars on his wrists and ankles, so there would be no story of him being held captive by the foot, would there?? Anywayy, gonna enjoy the rest of it now

I'm trying to remember what I even thought in the beginning. Draxum wasn't going to completely rewrite him if he didn't have to, but thinking about it I definitely think he would have done something. I mean, come on, he's smart. And he obviously understands and respects how smart Donnie is. So he knows that he can't underestimate Donnie, because Donnie can and will wreck his shit.

Likely, Draxum would have cast the second part of the spell that made him super agreeable and unable to doubt anything Draxum told him, just to sort of tweak his moral compass (lol, Donnie's moral compass spinning wheel of doom) and ensure his loyalty. This was a lower intensity spell and he wouldn't have needed Hypno for it. He might have erased Donnie's memory of that day, just to keep him from getting fussy about the whole 'arm-breaking and welding you to a table' thing. (but that's fairly easy to do, and easy to explain away) He probably would have cooked up some story about rescuing Donnie from X villain and then taking him home to treat his injuries. Maybe he would have still blamed the Foot, they were a convenient scapegoat.

No, he would not have his scars, those are there because Donnie basically degloved himself. It wasn't even a single injury, it was a thousand of little ones all stacked up on top of each other and then were prevented from healing because he kept reinjuring himself. If Draxum had been able to take them off within the day he would have had some marks and cuts, (Donnie had more strength to struggle at first, plus he was on painkillers while Draxum healed his arm so he might not have even realized he was hurting himself) but they would have been healed pretty easily. If Draxum wiped his memory of the previous day he might have said Donnie was out of it and thrashing around while Draxum was trying to treat him and needed to be restrained for his safety. (which happens-my mom tried to fight the dentist when she had to get a few teeth pulled)(she lost btw) He would have let Donnie tell his family that he was alright, if not where he was. Once he felt confident enough in Donnie's loyalty to allow him to communicate more regularly with his brothers and maybe even see them in person, he'd spin some story about only intending to treat Donnie's wounds and send him home once he was out of danger, but they got to talking and just struck up such an understanding or some bullshit like that. His original plan had a secondary goal of changing the minds of the other turtles, but that was more of a bonus thing. He only needed Donnie.

#the real answer is i didn't think about it that much when i wrote the first table arc chapters but here we are #doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

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enid-rhees · 8 months

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Ooh, okay so imagine reader and Enid were friends before the apocalypse right? Readers parents die during the apocalypse, and ends up joining Enid and her parents. Skip to the part where Enid's parents die :(. Reader is there with her and they make their way all alone together till' they reach Alexandria and meet Carl :).

aaaaa i love this !! i have a slight vision for this and i’m gonna try my best to replicate it into writing 😭 i hope you enjoy 🩷 i also kinda misread the req a little bit in the beginning so i apologize for that 😭😭

warnings: death, bit descriptive of her parents death. also the turtle scene

also there’s a slight bit of slow-burn :)

a/n: hope you all enjoy! i have quite a bit coming out within the week so look out for all of those :D

a shaky sob left your lips as you stared down at the two dead bodies below you. chunks of flesh taken out from both of their necks.

the walker who did the damage laid dead next to them as well, a clean gunshot right through its head.

in that moment, you knew this was it. the end. how are you meant to survive this alone? when you’re this young and helpless enough?

sobs continued to rack through your body. your hands shook excessively, the gun still in your right hand.

branches started to crack behind you, you whipped your body around and held the gun up, holding it with both hands, but it still didn’t stop the shakiness in your hands.

three strangers froze in their place. a man, a woman, and a younger girl, she looked around your age. a family.

they all put their hands up immediately at the sight of a gun being pointed at them. “we’re not gonna hurt you.” the man spoke hesitantly. he slowly put his hands down.

he stepped closer to you, but you kept the gun up. “kid, it’s okay.” he spoke again. he looked down at the dead bodies, “are these… your parents?”

you sniffed, “they got bit. i-i don’t know what to do.”

the man turned to the woman and the girl. they stepped forward, standing next to the man. the man and woman turned to each other, silently communicating.

he turned back to you, “would you like to stay with us? we have a car, and gas… and food. you’ll be safe with us.”

you lowered the gun. “i know that we can’t prove you can trust us, but you can. we’ll keep you safe.” he added. he then pointed to the girl, “this is Enid. our daughter. what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeated, “we can keep you safe. if you want to come with us. it’s up to you.” he offered. you looked between the three of them. nothing about them screamed that they had bad intentions. they’re just trying to make it through the apocalypse, just like you.

“i’ll… i’ll go with you.” you said quietly.

“okay, kids, keep an eye out for walkers while we refill the gas tank.” Enid’s dad instructed the two of you. you both nodded and stood up on the side of the car so you could see over their heads.

it had now been over a month since Enid and her family took you in with them. they proved themselves right, they did everything to keep you and Enid safe.

you and Enid got along quickly. you had the same interests; comics, same favorite shows and movies. Enid was easy to talk with, and you felt very comfortable with her. you found comfort in Enid.

while her parents worked together to refill the tank, the two of you kept an eye on every area around you, watching out for walkers.

“mom, dad.” Enid spoke. “there’s two coming.” you looked over to where she was looking, and saw the two walkers slowly approaching her parents. your heart dropped slightly just at the sight of one. “guys, you should get back in the car.” you told them.

“we’ll only be a few more seconds guys, we’re fine.” Enid’s mother said, her sweet voice filled with not even an ounce of worry. you wanted to pull out your gun but you couldn’t, it would just attract more walkers.

the walkers only got closer and your heart increased in speed by a lot, “guys!” you yelled. “get back in the car!”

“mom! dad-“ Enid started to yell, but the walkers had already gotten to them. Enid screamed out as you both ran to get them, but they had already taken chunks out of their neck and collarbones. blood spilled everywhere as the walkers didn’t stop feasting.

you pulled Enid back into the car and locked the doors. she pressed her hands the window, watching her parents get eaten as she sobbed.

you couldn’t bare to look at it. the memories of what happened to your parents came flooding back.

“Enid,” you choked out. “don’t look, come here.” you gently pulled her away from the window and let her fall into your arms. Enid sobbed into your neck as you held her tightly.

you were at a loss of thought. what was going to happen now? how were you and Enid meant to survive like this? you only had each other now.

Enid broke out of your arms, immediately going back to the window. you didn’t try to stop her this time, letting her grieve in her own way. she brought a shaky hand to the dusted glass of the window, dragging her finger across it to write three letters.

you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make out the letters. jss is what it said.

“Enid?” you asked quietly, unsure of how to approach her just yet. “what does that mean?” she moved away from the window and turned around to face you.

“just survive somehow.”

you stared at her with teary eyes, “we need… to just- survive somehow, Y/N. we aren’t made to live like this, but we need to. together. ” she told you, voice cracking every other word.

“together.” you repeated.

nothing had brought you and Enid closer than being stranded in the woods for weeks on end. all you had left was each other, and not even scraps of food. her knife and your gun too.

you attempted to keep the car until there was no more gas to find. it didn’t last very long, which is how you landed here in the woods like this. dirt covered your entire bodies, your clothes were torn and dirtier than your skin. everything was on its last legs.

your stomach growled for the 8th time in the last ten minutes. it was starting to hurt more than anything, you needed to find something to eat. anything.

“can we stop for a minute?” you asked Enid. she looked around the area before nodding, “come sit over here. behind this tree.” you followed her and sat with her behind the tree.

she started to dig through her bag, looking for any water or food. you looked through yours too, but had no luck.

“got anything?” you asked. she shook her head. you sighed, “fuck.”

“we’ll find something.” she reassured you. her hand lightly brushed over yours, and you swore you could’ve felt a slight spark. but maybe it was the hunger was getting to you.

you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the tree. Enid pulled out a wrinkled comic, flipping through the pages mindlessly until you felt better to start walking.

small footsteps danced around your ears. you opened your eyes and started to look for whatever was making that noise. it caught Enid’s attention as well. “what is that?”

“i don’t know,” you told her, pulling your gun out from your pocket. you both continued to look out for whatever might come your way, and then a small turtle walked slowly in front of the two of you.

“it’s… a turtle.” you said, “that’s what was making that noise. a literal turtle.” Enid stared at it for a long moment, “lets kill it.”

your eyes widened, “what?”

“we need food, Y/N!” she hissed out. “you’re close to starving and i’m about to be as well. remember what i told you?”

you nodded, “…just survive somehow.” you whispered. “this is how, Y/N. i know that this is cruel as fuck, but we need to survive.”

“okay.” you told her. Enid pulled her knife out and grabbed the turtle off the ground. it ducked its head into its shell when she did so. she took a deep breath before slicing right into it. you winced and turned away from her.

“here,” she spoke. you turned back to her, and she held out a handful of the turtles bloody meat. you were hesitant, but took it out of her hands.

you stared at it for a moment, almost feeling nauseated. but that could’ve been the starvation for all you knew. you took a deep breath and ate it, grimacing at the feeling of it in your mouth.

it made you feel slightly better though, the ache in your stomach had gone down. you didn’t hesitate this time in taking more of the turtle. blood stained your hands and mouth, but you couldn’t care anymore. you were far too hungry to care about any of this now.

when you and Enid finished, Enid started to rearrange the bones of the turtles. you watched her as she did so. she connected them into letters, and you realized soon after she had spelled out ‘jss’ once more.

she picked up your dirt and blood covered hand, and started to trace the same exact thing onto your fist. then she did it to herself.

this was how it was going to be now; keep repeating ‘just survive somehow’ until something happens. death, or a fucking miracle. you just had to keep telling yourself that.

your fingers intertwined with hers suddenly. “lets go.” she said. you nodded and you both stood up. you started to walk through the woods again, your hands not breaking apart from each other.

another month went by and you were still on the road with Enid. at least you think it’s been a month, maybe two, or three. you lost track long ago and didn’t even bother to try and keep up with it.

not much had changed, you were still surviving on scraps you would find anywhere, or a squirrel if you were lucky. it still wasn’t something you could get used to eating, but you had to endure it just to live.

Enid slept peacefully beside you. it was nighttime, so while she slept, you stayed up to watch over incase a walker started to approach. you took turns, so tonight was your turn to stay up.

her head laid on your thigh, her hand resting on it as well. one of your hands lightly touched played with her hair while the other held one of Enid’s comics.

the night was dead silent, and it was unsettling to say the least. you couldn’t see anything either.

you set the comic on your other leg to turn the page and lifted it back up. while you read the page, Enid twitched in her sleep. you didn’t think much of it, as she was still fast asleep on your leg.

but then her fingers gripped the fabric of your pants, and small cries left her lips. you set the comic down, “Enid?” you asked, pushing her shoulder lightly.

Enid didn’t wake, and continued to cry in her sleep. “Enid!” you said slightly louder and shook her shoulder once more.

she jolted awake, looking around her surroundings as she breathed heavily. “Enid, it’s just me.” she jumped at your voice, but relaxed when she turned around to face you. “are you okay? what happened?” you asked.

Enid sniffed and wiped the tears away from her eyes. “it was just a nightmare.” she answered briefly. “do you wanna talk about it?”

Enid shook her head and moved closer to you. she laid her head on your shoulder and placed her legs over your thighs. your heart started to race at how close you were, but you remained calm, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“get some sleep. i’ll continue to watch over,” you told her. she nodded and buried her face into your neck, gripping your shirt tightly in her hand.

you leaned your head down and pressed a kiss to her head, lingering your lips there for a few moments longer.

Enid fell asleep soon after that, leaving you alone with the quietness once more. you drifted off into your thoughts, questioning yourself on why your heart would race ever time she got close to you. every time she held your hand, you felt like you were going to explode. in a good way, of course.

there was something about Enid, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. she was extremely smart. Enid was the one who made the decision of where to go next, and you just followed wherever she went, agreeing to whatever she said.

it was easy to admit now that you didn’t want to ever be away from Enid. you would live happily if she would always be this close to you. meeting her was possibly the only good thing that would come out of this new world.

before you knew it, sunlight was slowly rising. Enid woke again when the sun peeked into trees and flashed into her eyes.

“morning,” you mumbled. she hummed back, still not fully awake yet. “did you sleep okay after your nightmare?” you questioned.

“sort of. i’m fine now, i think.” Enid answered, rubbing her hands over her tired eyes. “we should get back on the road.” she told you. “now? don’t you want to finish waking up at least?”

she shook her head, “it’s best to go now.”

you gathered everything up your bag and threw it over your shoulder. the two of you stood up and walked into the road next to the tall trees. her hand intertwined with yours, almost instinctively.

the only noise that was now heard were birds chirping. although, it wasn’t like it used to be. it was usually louder, but because there were more birds, but now there’s barely any left as well.

it was a sound you enjoyed, but now felt like it was taken for granted. everything felt like it was now taken for granted. you’re so young, you barely got to live and enjoy everything you wanted to experience in life. you were forced to mature when you weren’t supposed to. both of you were.

“you’re spacing out,” Enid pointed out, breaking you out of your thoughts. “what’re you thinking about?”

“everything.” you responded. “i feel like i wasn’t able to appreciate the world enough before this happened.”

“i get it.” she said quietly. “no one saw it coming, so i don’t believe anyone was truly able to appreciate anything.” you nodded to her words.

Enid suddenly stopped in her tracks, and she stared into the distance in front of you. “Enid?” you asked slowly. “what do you see?”

“c’mon.” she said, holding your hand tighter as she started to walk again, not answering your question. you didn’t question any further and allowed her to drag you to whatever she saw.

the further you walked, a gate started to come into your vision. it was makeshift, you could tell.

so it only meant one thing; there’s people alive behind those gates.

Enid stopped walking when you were in front of the gate. on the side, there was a sign that read ‘Alexandria’. you both stared at the gate, not knowing what to do now that you’ve arrived at it.

footsteps could be heard through the gate, and then the metal started to slide open. you backed up slightly, tightening your hand around Enid’s once more.

when it fully opened, 3 people stood at the gate. a short blonde woman, and two taller men on either side of her. they all eyed the two of you suspiciously.

“who are you?” the woman asked. when you went to respond, it felt like something got caught in your throat. you for some reason felt so intimidated by these people.

“Enid. and this is Y/N.” Enid spoke for you. “how old are you?” she asked another question, raising her head slightly. “we’re both sixteen.”

all 3 looked at each other once more. the woman turned back to you after a minute, “come inside.”

you and Enid then shared a look, Enid nodded, so you did too. your hands grip on her didn’t let up as you walked inside and the two men closed the gate.

“welcome to Alexandria. i’m Deanna Monroe, and these are my sons, Aiden and Spencer. i’m the leader of Alexandria.” she held out her hand, and Enid shooks hers first. you had to drop Enid’s hand so you could shake hers as well.

Deanna eyed yours and Enid’s hand when she let go of yours. “usually i’d like to interview whoever comes to that gate, but it looks like you guys need to clean up and rest a while before i do. i could show you to a house if you’re interested. we have electricity and working showers.”

you stared at her blankly for a moment, not sure if what you were hearing was real, and you weren’t actually hallucinating this entire situation.

“that would be great.” Enid answered again. Deanna smiled, “follow me.” Enid took your hand once more, pulling you along with her while you still tried to process everything.

you looked around, all of the houses were huge. there were a few rows of them, and it made you realize that there were more people alive than you thought. if you were being honest, ever since the loss of Enid’s parents, Deanna and her sons are the most people you’ve seen in months.

Enid stopped, and you turned your head back around. you were now in front of another huge house. “the doors unlocked, so you can go ahead and walk in. every sink, and light in that house is working. so don’t be afraid to use anything.”

Enid led the way and you followed with shaky legs. when you walked in and she closed the door, you released a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. every weight was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

“Y/N? you feeling alright?” Enid asked, holding your face in one hand. you got lost in her eyes for a moment, but then you fell into her arms, letting go of her hand so you can hold her tightly. “is this real?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“it’s real.” she whispered back. “we’re safe now.” you melted into her arms at that, never feeling more safe than ever. you lifted your head up to face Enid once more.

she smiled softly at you, looking at you with complete adoration. your eyes dropped down to her lips and suddenly, you both started to lean forward.

your lips connected to hers hesitantly. Enid held the back of your head as she kissed back. you pulled away after a short while, and Enid laughed breathlessly against your lips, leaning into you once more.

- 3 Months Later -

Enid cuddled into your side as you held the comic book in front of the both of you. Mikey, a boy you met when you arrived in Alexandria, was playing a video game on the small TV of Ron’s room, the other boy you met.

the four of you are the only teens in Alexandria, you and Enid don’t hang out with them frequently, but occasionally Ron invites you over. both you and Enid preferred staying inside with each other, alone.

it’s been great living in Alexandria. you always had food, and you couldn’t get enough of the hot showers. the first one you took after arriving, you were in there for almost two hours, just engulfing yourself in the heat it provided.

muffled words could be heard from downstairs of Ron’s house, and then footsteps started to ascend up the stairs. the door was pushed open, and Ron walked in with another boy.

he was from the new group that just arrived not too long ago, you didn’t know his name yet, though.

“is this uh, anyone’s comic? i found it.. and read a little bit of it.” the boy spoke. you looked up at him, and realized he was holding a comic that you and Enid misplaced a few days ago. “oh, that’s Y/N and Enid’s. behind you.”

he turned around, shocked that he didn’t see you when he first walked in. you sat up, “thanks, we actually lost that a few days ago.” you chuckled lightly. he handed you the comic, “you’re welcome. i’m uh, Carl.”

“Y/N.” you responded, and then looked back behind you. “and that’s my girlfriend, Enid.” she looked up briefly, and then looked back down at the comic.

you gave Carl a look that said, ‘don’t worry’ when he looked slightly taken aback, wondering if he did something wrong.

“do you wanna play a video game?” Mikey asked Carl. as they got back into conversation, you laid back with Enid. she resumed her position on you, tangling her legs with yours. “home?” you mumbled in her ear.

she looked into your eyes for a moment before nodding. you both stood up and she left first, but you stayed back for a moment.

“me and Enid are gonna go home. it was nice meeting you, Carl.” you told him with a smile. he turned to you, “you too.” he smiled back.

once you left, Carl turned back to Ron and Mikey. “they live alone?” Ron nodded without taking his eyes off the screen, “they like being alone with each other. they rarely come out and every once in a while i invite them over. they just prefer each other over everyone else here.”

“do we have to go to this thing?” Enid grumbled, fixing her shirt in the mirror. “we don’t talk to anyone there. you know we’re just gonna sit in the corner and judge everyone.”

you laughed, “i don’t wanna go either, trust me. but Deanna is forcing us for whatever this reason. i’m honestly not sure why this new group is such a big deal. i mean- Carl’s cool or whatever.”

she shrugged, “yeah. kinda glad he found that comic though.” she said, making you laugh once more. you walked behind her in the mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind.

“you look so pretty.” you said. she smiled slightly. “you’re prettier.” you playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “wrong. lets go.”

you and Enid walked hand-in-hand to Deanna’s house, where she would be throwing a small welcoming party for this new group. when you walked in, music from a CD player was playing one of the rooms, and it was already crowded inside the house.

“this is awful.” Enid mumbled to you. “i know. i promise we won’t stay long.” you walked through the main hallway, looking into the rooms that surrounded you.

“Y/N! Enid!” someone yelled. both of you turned your heads. Ron, Mikey, and Carl were sitting at a table away from everyone, and that all had cards in their hands. “come over here!”

“you want to?” you asked Enid. “for a bit.” she answered. you nodded and the two of you walked over to the table and sat down next to each other.

“surprised you’re actually here.” Ron teased. Enid gave him a bittersweet smile, not amused by his joke. “we’re just playing War. here.” Ron handed you each a set of 7 cards.

you shuffled through them and Carl set down the first card. you went last, and your card was the highest number, only one number higher than Carl’s.

“oh that’s so fucked up.” he whined, and you laughed. “i’m a god at this game, by the way.” you told him. “she is!” Enid groaned, “i can never win against her.”

“we’re gonna go get drinks, guys. want anything?” Ron asked as him and Mikey stood up. the three of you shook your head and they left shortly after.

“wanna continue?” Carl asked, holding up his cards. “yeah, let’s do it.” you all started to place your cards down, and you won for a second time. and a third time.

“how are you doing this?” he laughed, “i’m just that good.” you shrugged. “oh my god,” Enid spoke. “don’t ever play Uno with Y/N. unless you really love losing.”

“oh, nonono. we have to play now. i too am a god at Uno.” you raised your eyebrows in amusement, “really?”

“really. all three of us could play.” he offered. you looked over at Enid, “sounds fun.” she responded.

after Ron and Mikey came back, you all played for another hour before Enid tugged on your shirt, signaling that she wanted to go home.

you walked back to your house and changed out of your clothes to change into a tank top and shorts. when you settled into your bed, Enid cuddled into your side, resting her head on your chest.

“i actually kinda liked Carl.” Enid told you quietly. “he’s actually funny, and quite frankly just better than Ron. Mikey’s okay.”

“Carl is really cool.” you agreed, “he likes the comics we read too.” she nodded against your chest. “i think besides you, he’s the only person i’d really like to spend time with again.”

you smiled, pressing a kiss to her head. “i feel the same way.” you mumbled into her hair. Enid briefly connected your lips, “okay, i’m tired. goodnight.”

with one last chuckle, you closed your eyes and leaned your head on hers. “goodnight, sweetheart.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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Leo’s Log Entries 234 to 345

It seems you stumbled across a broken control pad. As it boosts up, the label reads ‘Property of Leo’. Most files are corrupted. You take a look at those remaining. (Cass, @somerandomdudelmao thank you so much for creating such an inspiring, wonderful and heart-breaking story. Like many others, I was deeply moved by the latest updates. I hope you don’t mind the few creative liberties I took to tell bits of the comic from Leo’s perspective.)

Log entry 234: Man, this feels weird. It’s been ages since the last time I did an entry. The previous one dates so far back that I had both of my arms still. Sweet innocent Leo with two arms, I want to slap that idiot as soon as we got time travel. Donnie told me I should make it a habit again. I guess I kept zoning out during dinner because it was sometimes difficult to process every single crazy thing that had happened within a day. So, here I am, talking to this log and letting it record me. And Dee, if you are eavesdropping, I ate our final package of froot loops, probably the last one that remained on Earth. I needed to stress-eat after you had turned me into a tangerine-sized turtle tod. I only thought it fair to be somehow compensated for that unwanted experience…

Log entry 255: Case is pacing around all night. He had returned from a mission with Donnie being seriously hurt. You would think we’ve been through stuff like this so often it doesn’t bother us anymore. Nope. Each time, I see one of my family injured, I share their pain. Not in any physical sense. More in the ‘I wish I could have done something to prevent that’ kind of hurt. I long gave up on ‘what-if’ scenarios. The present moment doesn’t give two fs about your guilt. Mikey once told me that he envies me for being so focused on the present and that he sometimes struggles to be really here with us and not be torn between the spiritual realm and the physical. I laughed like a crazy person, and I think he misunderstood me. To me, it was the other way around. I miss Dad so much and I had no means of reaching him. Kinda ironic if you ask me that his ‘least favorite’ son was the one to lose his Ninpo and because of that was forced to let him go forever. Log entry 283: I can’t believe this really happened. I always knew Casey was like a good luck charm but that he would be the one to find Raph and bring him home! Raph is back! He is really back! I haven’t realized it until that big machine picked us all up and pressed us tightly into a hug how much I had relied on him and missed his presence. It was like taking that first breath of fresh air after staying underwater for too long. Our family is whole again. Well, as whole as it can be. Log entry 284: Today’s moral of the story: Things cannot go back to how they used to be. Raph refused to take up his old position, especially with some of his programs malfunctioning and Donnie not able to repair him entirely, he told me he doesn’t want the resistance to rely on him and that I had done a great job in taking up this role as leader. I totes understand him and yet…some part of me hoped I could revert to second-in-command. Spend some more time with Case. Go on my own missions. In the end, duty calls, and there’s no easy way out of it. Log entry 294: My big brother’s return was a miracle and even so, Dee found a way to grant us another one. I don’t want to know what that grenade is made out of, and it doesn’t matter. It can REVERSE the effects of Mikey’s quick aging and that is all that counts! Seeing Mike running around, messing with his abilities, and full of energy…I’m so happy for him. Between an ageless robot and a renewed younger bro, I’m the one who’s doomed to feel like an old fart. Second chances are rare. I always regretted that Mikey had to give up so much of his life for our cause. Let’s hope Donnie can continue to produce these anti-aging bombs for a long time. Log entry 301: It’s raining with the lowest levels of sulphur dioxide in the last ten years. It’s not like it’s super safe. That hadn’t prevented Case from running around and enjoying himself within the rain simulation that Donnie had created afterward. He wrapped us all up in his shenanigans and forced us to stop what we were doing and enjoy the little things in life. That’s…not a bad thing. Log entry 303: We lost Boston. Casualties approximately 200. A ceremony for the fallen is scheduled for the day after. April had intended to inspect the Boston branch and I’m somehow glad she got delayed and hadn’t managed to reach it in time. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure, she wouldn’t have returned. She’s on her way home and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she hears about Raph. Log entry 314: Our scouting teams record higher rates of kraangified humans and yokai. It’s commonly considered a worse fate than death and yeah sure, we had figured out a way to reverse the process. Even so, it was dangerous for everyone involved and I forbid Mikey at one point to ‘treat’ anyone further. My brother would have crumbled away like overcooked toast if he would’ve cured every kraangified being there was. The instant I realized Casey had gotten infected, I was ready to beg my brother on my knees. Everyone’s selfish in their own ways, huh? Log entry 315: Casey shows great signs of improvement. Dee switched to ‘casual’ surveillance, aka his dozens of cameras whose locations nobody knows for sure. I’m doing my best to make the boy feel less responsible for what happened. We cannot blame ourselves for these things or else we would have lost our sanity long ago. Log entry 322: Hey, Dad. I know I cannot talk to you, but I really wonder if you felt the same way whenever we called you that: Dad. Case used that word to refer to me today. Well, to be honest, he also meant Donnie and Mikey, and Raph. It was one of those stupid ‘my dad is better than yours’ competitions, which makes it even better in my personal opinion. Back when I had promised Cass to look after her son, my first thought had been that this human baby was going to be a burden and I would surely mess everything up. But look at him, look at us. I would do anything for him. Heh, you surely had something similar on your mind when you went ahead and protected us at the cost of your own life. Log entry 343: Things have been busy. With April joining our team, I can allow myself to make more ballsy plans and we sure as hell need those victories. The Kraang continually pushes us back. It’s time to return to favor. Log entry 356: Man, my twin is the smartest person on earth. How did he manage to accidentally spill some of the anti-aging serum on himself? And how can such a small creature be so angry? We all haven’t slept for over 30 hours, afraid that if we take our eyes off him, he either ends up killing someone or gets eaten and I’m not thrilled about both options. Log entry 357: Casey is a genius. He built Tiny Tello a pair of custom glasses. He seems to recognize Mikey and me. Raph is too…changed. That human boy has a heart of gold, to do something so kind for someone who shows him no gratitude whatsoever. He insists it’s payback for everything ‘Uncle Donatello’ built for him. Long story short, my twin’s living in my scarf and it’s only the third weirdest thing to ever happen to me. The way he sometimes pads me with his small hands is adorable (note to myself that I should never mention that to Dee) and it makes me nostalgic for days long gone. Log entry 359: I shouldn’t be surprised that the base can’t exist long without Donnie’s maintenance. Occasionally Mike and I liked to make fun of him for merging with the place and being a true shut-in. Jokes on us that we realized how MUCH we are dependent on him once he turned into a small vicious turtle ball. We need to find a solution fast. Log entry 361: Not sure if it was sheer luck and honestly who cares. Dee is back and we need him now more than ever. Raph sustained some grave damage that isn’t fixable. The same goes for yours truly. They can berate me on how I need to be more careful all they want, I will never regret prioritizing Casey’s life. The longer our resistance continues like this, the more I believe this isn’t about me. They could easily replace me, but everyone in my family is so damn special and irreplaceable. I’m going to hold on to them for as long as I can. Log entry 378: Mikey was such an airhead when he was a teen. What happened? Like for real? He had developed an almost uncanny ability to know when we need someone to talk to or hug or, in Dee’s case, rest. And with his mad abilities, he won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer. I think I need to tell him more often how proud I am. Log entry 379: Casey called me in the middle of a meeting, that was already suspicious. The fact that Dee has been sleeping longer than six hours? Also, unusual. We’re currently taking turns, waiting for him to wake up and explain what’s going on. I’m recording this during my shift. My brother looks smaller and frail. He sinks into his bed almost as if the mattress is about to absorb him. His health was bad when Dad died. He had grieved through overwork and constant exhaustion. I couldn’t see a reason he would fall back into this old pattern. Maybe our injuries had made things worse for him. I should take over most of his work and redistribute it for a while. He won’t like it, but I don’t like seeing him like this even more. Log entry 380: Donnie has been infected. Even he doesn’t know when or where exactly. One thing is for sure, it rendered him weak for a while now and he had refused to let us know. It’s worrying that it’s a variant we haven’t dealt with before. But it’s okay. We’re going to figure something out. We always have. Log entry 385: Mikey and I had sat down late to discuss our options. His hair had turned mostly grey again, a sign my younger brother had done everything he could. Nothing worked. Good thing, the mystic isn’t our only trump card. There’s science, too. Donnie must be close to finding a solution, he has been working non-stop. Log entry 386: I just can’t understand why he would make an excessive list of things we’re supposed to take care of instead of focusing on himself. He’s supposed to be the smart one. So, what if the means to cure himself don’t exist anymore? There must be alternatives. Something even he overlooked. For the time being, we try to let him rest as much as possible and survey him. April’s visiting other resistance groups in the hope of answers. I’ve been contacting Draxum and he assured me to let me know when he found anything. Log entry 389: Casey asked me if he could sleep at my place for the night. He’s upset because Donnie made no effort in hiding his calculations of his own death. He might not act that way, but it must bother him as much as it did Casey. Dee just never expresses his emotions the same way others do. I tried to explain this to Casey. He didn’t say anything in return and quietly sobbed against the back of my shell. Log entry 399: We’ve returned to some form of normalcy, though everyone stays at the base for longer periods to hang around Donnie. He notices and refrains from commenting. Denying makes it a bit more bearable. He’s right here and we’ll be fucking damned to let anything change that. Log entry 415: I had no other choice but to move out on a mission myself. We recently lost fights we should’ve won and there are rumors that it has to do with Donnie’s health and our absence. I blame it on my lack of sleep that I stumbled into one of the Kraang’s traps. One mistake might cost your life, that’s how it has been for the last 20 years, and I was ready to pay the price. Then from nowhere, Donnie appeared in his slabby pullover and summoned the greatest arsenal of mystic weaponry that I’ve ever seen. Casey had surely been with Dee as a crutch. Though, it appeared as if it was the other way around and the boy held on to his uncle while he pushed back the entire Kraang army. It's been…a while since Donnie had gone all out. Witnessing what he’s capable of reminded me of the time we had full access to our Ninpo and had gotten extremely cocky. Even then, my twin had been the rational voice of the team. Choosing to be flashy on special occasions and focusing on providing us with the necessary support and firepower. It had never been anything personal. This time, when rockets flew over our heads causing grand explosions, I could see it in his eyes. He was free at that moment. His mind was consumed with revenge for what the Kraang had done to him and enjoying their screams and demise without a thought wasted on efficiency or greater purpose. Fearing he would collapse from over-exerting himself I had to grab him, and we retreated. He seemed in good spirits afterward. I’m telling myself that if he’s strong enough to pull something like this off, he must be okay. He must be. Log entry 422: A week after Donnie’s all-out attack, his health worsened visibly. As he huddles through his lab to take care of business as usual, we cherish the small things. Drinking tea together. Throwing bad puns at each other. The four of us are often sitting down, reminiscing about the times before this whole mess started. Sometimes April or Casey join us. We would like to show our concern and ask Donnie how he’s feeling, if he needs anything, what we can do for him, but we don’t. Life continues on. Log entry 435: I’m tired. I haven’t slept in a few days. Can’t tell exactly how long it has been. I don’t want to miss anything. Every second is precious, even writing this feels like a waste of time. But I also can’t hover over Donnie, he wouldn’t want that. He’s already mad at me since I denied taking over some of his tasks as if he’s already gone. He’s been trying to explain a few of his inventions to me that keep our base up and running, but it’s been difficult to focus. My mind drifts off to repeat the same few sentences over and over again. Please don’t leave us. Please stay with me. Please. Don’t go.

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Lux Arumque is the first fic that acquainted me with your writing; I fell head over heels, and it remains my favorite. It's such a beautiful peek into the marauders' lives and this dark era of the Order. You have a unique way of crafting and telling stories that blows me away every time. I still have a few of your works on my tbr (Tomyrtle here I come...), and I'm super stoked for those as well!

thank you very much for indulging my attempts to get attention, pal. i really appreciate it, and I can't wait for you to join us all in turtle nation.

lux aurumque, like so many things, was written because i was feeling petty, which i would heartily recommend as a way to go through life.

specifically, it was written because i'd read something which had at its conclusion sirius leaving harry to his own devices after james and lily's deaths so he could swan off with his romantic partner and have a lovely time getting reacquainted with the pureblood world which he'd left - only briefly, and never really meaning it - in his teens.

me and fanon sirius are well known to be enemies - whether we're talking the goofy idiot who needs lupin to do his homework for him or the lordship-touting, regulus-defending pureblood champion, i am ready to throw hands the second i see him - above all, because so much of fanon sirius obscures the fact that the defining force in his life is james.

and so james - and sirius' very much unplatonic love for him - is the throughline here, across seven dawns, and the tiny, world-altering choices which are made within them, which change sirius' life.

writing this piece also let me focus on something i really admire about sirius and his comrades: the fact that, by 1981, voldemort has all but won the war. the order's mission is increasingly hopeless, they are having to watch their fellow soldiers being cut down around them, they distrust each other and they are despairing. and yet they all keep fighting.

#asks answered #lux aurumque #attention seeking behaviour

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(this is for the prompts requests, so yeah, also sorry my english is too bad) Maybe mikey with number two from color orange (the scenarios prompts), where reader is talking with someone that tries to flirt a lot with them but starts to make them uncomfortable, and then when mikey walks near to them and notices this he decides to fake being reader's partner so that person can go away, so when they finally go, reader get a little concerned but also surprised on how good mikey did "performing" being their partner (cuz mikey has a crush on them but they don't know), and later reader actually invite him on a date, excusing: "I am really curious if you can be my partner for real". (Yeah they both have a crush on each other)

You don't have to follow all of this request, feel free to change some things (is your writing so ofc) i actually read the rules but if there's something i said wrong you can easily ignore this dw, have a good day and also congrats for 500 followers ⭐⭐ (sorry if it's too long)

Fake it till you make it (rottmnt Mikey x reader)

scenario 2: Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

summary: a stranger makes reader uncomfortable, so Mikey intervenes by saying he’s the boyfriend.

relationship: Rise!Mikey x GN reader

warnings: some yokai being a creep, fluff!

word count: ~910

A/N: aah thank you so much! i really hope this was along the lines of what you imagined :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You and the turtle brothers had decided to spend the afternoon in the Hidden City. Just like last time, everyone wanted to do something different, so you decided to split up and visit whatever you wanted to see individually.

Mikey had suggested you go with him, and you had to hold back a squeal of excitement, as you had the biggest crush on the orange clad turtle. Wherever he chose to go, you’d happily accompany him anyways, but his idea actually interested you, which made you just the giddier to spend some time alone with him.

The Hidden City had opened a new food court and of course Mikey wanted to go try it out, to have a “culinary experience”, as he called it.

After looking at the different options and menus, you two wrote down everything you wanted to get on a phone note, and split up to pick up half the items each. After all, you were both hungry and efficiency was key.

Once you had settled who would get what, you both went off in opposite directions, starting on either side of the food court, so you’d meet in the middle. You had suggested eating near the fountain at the park instead of here because of how packed the place was, to which Mikey had agreed. As you stood in line at the first shop, you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of having an “almost date” with him. Perhaps one day you could go on a real one with him…

Not long after going separate ways, Mikey found himself looking at the contents in the paper bag, his mouth watering at the sight. He scanned his surroundings, trying to find you in the crowd. You were supposed to be at the shop to his left but he couldn’t see you. Worry slowly rose within him until he spotted you behind a big fake plant. You were talking to someone.

Or rather, someone was talking to you, while you tried to get rid of them politely, but they evidently weren’t getting the hint. As Mikey got nearer, he realised it was some yokai, and you looked very uncomfortable as they practically towered over you, obviously getting into your space.

Mikey went through several scenarios in his head in a split second, but all of those ended in causing a scene, which he knew you wouldn’t want. Besides, the food would get cold. So he did the next best thing he could think of and essentially materialised from behind you out of nowhere, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Who’s this?” he asked, clearly interrupting the yokai, who was forced to stop mid-sentence and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Who are you?” the stranger retorted, giving him a mocking once-over.

“I’m their boyfriend” Mikey responded without a single drop of hesitation to his voice, which made your breath hitch. You knew what he was trying to do and you were truly grateful, but you couldn’t stop the flush on your face. The yokai noticed this and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You didn’t trust your voice at the moment so you simply nodded.

They scoffed, clearly not buying it. Before being able to say anything else though, you felt yourself being pulled towards Mikey, who gave you a lingering peck on the cheek while glaring daggers at the stranger. Taking your hand, the turtle simply pulled you along, heading towards the park. You could hear some mumbling behind you about a ‘waste of time’, but paid it no mind as you were currently trying to regain control of your heart. You were sure it had bounced out of your ribcage and was soaring somewhere in the sky.

After a couple of steps and some steadying breaths, the stranger was out of sight and you exhaled deeply in relief. You were about to extend your thanks to Mikey, when your eyes wandered down his arm to your joined hands, and you remembered the sudden kiss, which made you look away to hide your face from him.

Once you arrived at the park, he brought you to an empty bench and sat down with you, the food in your laps. Only then did he let go of your hand, which you immediately missed.

“Shall we eat?” Mikey asked as if nothing had happened, and you didn't respond.

He was starting to unpack the food, but at your lack of response he lifted his gaze to meet yours. You were looking at him with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, replaying what had happened earlier in your mind. Suddenly feeling an outburst of confidence, you finally asked what you had been thinking about for a long time now.

“The way you said you were my boyfriend earlier felt so… natural” you started, your eyes flickering to the food, then the bench, and finally back to Mikey’s curious eyes. “Maybe you could be it, for real?”

You had never seen something turn from green to red so quickly. Mikey was caught completely off-guard. Truth is, he also liked you, and the action before had left his mind spiralling and heart racing, and he was trying to play it cool. So now that you were asking the question, he couldn't quite believe it.

Almost dropping the fries to the floor but catching them just in time, he chuckled nervously, but then looked at you with soft eyes.

“Yeah, I’d like that”.

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The Answer to the Age Old Question:

Who is older, Donatello or Raphael?

The long answer that you didn't come here for is: it depends on the continuity. So you can find my breakdowns for each continuity here (eventually).

The short answer:

Donatello

Why?

#1. "Word of God" #2. IDW Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011), volume 5 #3. Character/family/team dynamics #4. Aesthetics

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For those unfamiliar with the term, the Word of God is "A statement regarding some ambiguous or undefined aspect of a work, the Word of God comes from someone considered to be the ultimate authority, such as the creator, director, writer or producer of a TV show / video game / film / etc."

With that in mind, Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird co-created Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in 1984. Unlike a fair amount of co-created series, TMNT is actually an evenly split brain-child (ie neither Eastman nor Laird seems to be any more responsible for or involved in its creation/production/etc than the other).

On August 14, 2014, Kevin Eastman stated "I'm going to take a bold step and say Donatello is older" during a Reddit AMA .

I couldn't find so much as a whiff of Peter Laird's explicit opinion on the matter (for all my searching... and there was a lot), but that also means that I never found him contradicting Kevin Eastman's statement. (More subjectively, Laird seems to have essentially directed the 2k3 run and I'll post my take on why 2k3 has peak little-brother Raph energy here (eventually))

At any rate, if you're the type of person who accepts the "Word of God" at face value, then continue no further! I, however, don't do that—hence why this is only reason 1 of 3 (4).

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If you're not familiar with IDW Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011) then read it, because it's phenomenal, it's the franchise's longest running piece of media ever and up until volume 100, original co-creator Kevin Eastman co-wrote the series and collaborated on page layouts. The much acclaimed Last Ronin, the first thing written by both Eastman and Laird since the original Mirage run, is set in the IDW-verse as its own version of SAINW.

The premise of the IDW run is that Splinter's and the Turtles' souls are reincarnated from those of a human family that lived in feudal japan (yes it sounds stupid, but it's touched on very little and is executed surprisingly well). And that means that the Turtles' corresponding human-selves are all visibly different ages (because unlike turtles, it's not so common for humans to have quadruplets).

So when we see the Turtles' human selves in volume 5...

It's clear in both appearance and mannerisms that Don is older than Raph.

They're definitely the closest in age of the siblings, but still most assuredly different ages.

Besides Raph being smaller than Don with shorter and chubbier limbs, his hairstyle also strikes me as more baby-like (kinda like the ancient version of the ponytail parent's give their 1 year olds when they don't have enough hair yet to actually do anything with). His mannerisms also lend themselves to that of a younger child—more sleepy, much more oblivious to his surroundings, and more clingy. Don's also shown to be able to stand, while Raph seems like he might not be able to yet.

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This reason is subjective, which is why I've listed it last and need more space to elaborate on it. You'll find the unabridged version on my blog at some point under this tag (eventually), because I simply have Too Many Thoughts™ to contain within a post not dedicated specifically to it.

The short of it is: Donatello's character has always seemed to be designed around being second-in-charge—both in team and family contexts.

I don't think anyone would argue against the fact that Don is the go-to turtle. Doesn't matter what continuity you look at, when Leo anyone runs into a problem, they turn to Don.

You could argue that Donnie's the smart one and "so it only makes sense to turn to him to fix a problem" (and that's a bit of a catch-22 that I'll talk about in more detail in the unabridged version!). However... he's not a real person and so him being the smart one that characters always turn to when Leo falters (including Leo!) is a deliberate choice by the creators. And in the context of the The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's very traditional operating style—with heavy emphasis on hierarchy by age, blood, etc.—it's very telling.

Were they a real family, yes, they would have developed their personalities/aptitudes mostly independently of their birth order, but given that specifically assigning children roles/ideals based on birth order is a significant player in Japanese culture (especially ancient Japanese culture which pertains to ninjitsu on which TMNT is based)... well... (I mean just look at how Splinter treats Leo).

Anyway, looking at the TMNT franchise as a whole, the advancement of the plot, in 9/10 cases, hinges on Don coming up with a solution either (1) via Leo coming up with something, pointing him in a direction, and asking "Don can you make [insane thing] work?" or (2) when Leo stalls entirely and Don has to take over. And though it's a formula, it's a formula with a million different permutations so it stays interesting.

Raph's role is to go into a berserker rage and brute force a second-wind powerup when when fighting is the only option. He's as the one who makes the first option work when Leo & Don are stuck and he has to, not the one who comes up with the second option. And, narrative-wise, it would be boring and lazy for the Turtles to only ever brute force plan A. (Happy to say I wrote this before I saw Laird say the same thing about Raph (bottom of #55))

That very distinct chain-of-command is why we get things like this, which is much more interesting and satisfying than beat-the-thing-until-it-stops:

The same follows in terms of family dynamics. Leo & Raph are simply too similar for the family to feel "balanced" if they're the two eldest brothers. There's no functionality in a family where 1 & 2 are providing nothing different or, worse, butting heads. Don holds the emotional stability of the family in the palm of his hand, largely just by existing as the buffer between Leo & Raph (we all know what happens in SAINW).

And, just from a characterization perspective, it seems much more natural for Raph to turn to Don for comfort than vice versa.

(Again, I'm gonna just... aggressively point to IDW.)

I'll go into this much more in the unabridged version, but I wanted to touch upon it here: setting Don aside for a moment, I see so many people argue for Raph being the second son based entirely upon his attitude towards Leo and ignoring everything and everyone else. It sorta drives me insane, tbh. I think it's a wildly shallow interpretation of his character.

Raph's entire hang-up is not around being second best, it's around being denied authority/autonomy in general—you know, stemming from being a mutant and being banned from doing 9/10 things he'd like to? That's why we see him fighting with Leo; Leo is the only authority he can fight (putting aside crime syndicate-type authority which he also fights obv). But more importantly, we also see him exerting as much power as he can by playfully, not cruelly bullying Mikey //glares at 2k12 (and in more source-compliant adaptations, yes, it is only Mikey that he truly messes with //glares harder at 2k12) or going off solo.

As much as I love 2k7, specifically the Leo/Raph dynamic, it's not actually a good representation of their real relationship—more of a spin-off "what if" (which Laird has also said). And 2k12 is ok plot-wise, but as far as I'm concerned it mostly fails at creating any compelling character dynamics and it crashes and burns in terms of staying true to source material. C':

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Finally, I will end this post with my strongest argument for Don being second-eldest...

Sunset Aesthetic

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