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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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Ok so I have a dorky request… I loved your MM fics and especially loved Donnie’s wholesome family one, SO CUTE!! Aww my heart!

Anyway I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has been friends with the family since they were kids like toddlers. And one day at dinner Splinter makes a comment about how they are part of the family and like a sister. The boys get uncomfortable and make gagging noises and the reader is just like ‘??? I thought you liked me?’ And the reason they didn’t like the sister comment is because they have a crush on them? It can be one of them or all of them or separate I don’t care.

Anyway I LOVE YOUR WORK! I have low key been stalking your blog for content…but before anything take care of yourself!! Drink water, eat food, and get rest! Ok love ya, bye!!!

Family Friend (Fluff)

MM!Raphael x reader

A/N: You’re an absolute cutie! Please continue your stalking as much as you want💚😭 I think you would like to know that I had a full breakfast before writing this, and a full glass of water by my side throughout😉 I decided to make this with Raph, because… well, Idk. Guess I’m a little Raph sick this morning lol. Hope you enjoy❤️

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Warnings: Spelling, because my dyslexia has been bucking this morning, a little bit cracky at the end😅❤️

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Splinter never really liked humans. No actually, he had always kind of hated them. Before he mutated he feared them, and after he just generally disliked them. And all four of his sons knew that very well. He had warned them several times, telling them never to get close to the humans that lived above ground, unless they wished to get hurt, or even worse, milked. Splinter used to tell his sons horrible stories about the humans, and how they hated everything that they didn’t understand. Well, that was with one exception; you.

First time you met the turtles and their rat father was by pure accident. Somehow, at the age of four years old, you had managed to get lost in the sewers, crying for your parents, unsure which way to go. Therefore you sat down, bawling your eyes out in the middle of the gross sewers of New York City, believing that this would be the last of you, and that you never would see your parents again. But to your luck, somebody heard you. Somewhere in the sewers, not far away, four turtle brothers heard crying, running to their father screaming about a ghost outside in the sewers.

Splinter, being the caring father that he was, told them he would go out and take a look for them, thinking it was probably nothing but the imagination of his sons. And that’s how Splinter ventured out in the sewer, his four year old sons following closely in his heels, before they found you crying somewhere in the corner.

Splinter’s first reaction was to run, leaving you behind while he tried to bring his sons back home safely. But his sons, being so incredibly slippery and hard to catch, with their big love for humans, had already taken a great liking to you, not leaving your side until Splinter agreed to bring you back to the lair. And that was how you spent the next few hours, safely in the lair, cuddled up with four mutant turtle toddlers, while Splinter tried to locate your family.

After that day, Splinter relaxed, thinking that his family was once again safe and hidden away from the humans. So could you imagine his shock when you stood in the doorway, asking if his sons wanted to come and play with you in the sewer. Even more shocked were he to see his sons already at your side, big puppy eyes as they waited for his permission. Splinter had already lost that battle.

Over the next eleven years, you would become a common occurrence in the brothers’ lives. Whenever you got the chance you would find yourself in the lair, hanging out with the boys that would become your closest friends. Even Splinter started to take a liking to you, even if it took a little longer than it had done with his sons. It went so far that he would invite you down to the sewers for family dinners, holidays and birthday parties, and even bring you gifts on your own birthdays.

You would become one of the few connections the boys had to the outside world, other than their few grocery runs every now and then. When the five of you weren’t playing video games, watching movies or running through the sewers or dark alleyways and rooftops, they would hang over your shoulder, watching as you did your homework, asking you all sorts of questions about human schools.

Raphael however, asked more than the others. How big was your school? Was it just like the schools in the movies you've watched together? And your teachers, were they just as horrible, and did they give you a lot of homework? The content of your homework however, didn’t interest him much. But watching you do them while telling him about your day was what he found interesting. Sitting at the kitchen table, balancing his sai between his finger and table, head resting on his other arm, stealing glances at you when you weren’t looking, deeply invested in whatever subject you were studying. He couldn’t help but hide a smile against his arm, whenever he saw you bite your lip in frustration.

Raphael’s brothers weren’t blind. They had noticed the way he would act whenever you were around, comparing it to how Leonardo would react whenever he saw a girl in a movie; awestruck. He was the first to greet you in the lair, and often the one to ask if you would come down for a visit. Once you would be in the lair, he would hover around you, unconsciously doing anything he could to stay close to you. How you still hadn’t noticed Raphael’s growing crush on you was a wonder to them. The way he would try to hug you longer than any of his brothers, and how he would poke you throughout the movie. His crush was so obvious, he might as well have been screaming it out loud in the lair. And yet you didn’t notice. But that wouldn’t last long.

It was regular Thursday evening, and you had once again been invited down to the lair for dinner with the turtles and their father. It went how it usually did, with Splinter and Michelangelo making dinner, while the three others kept you entertained. I didn’t take much, as you always found yourself having a great time in the lair.

After dinner was made, and the boys reluctantly had set the table, all of you sat down to eat. You talked about school, and that one test you had been nervous about. Splinter listened with a proud smile as you told him how it went. It did not matter to him what grade you got or how far you were in class. What mattered was how brave you had felt, making Splinter feel like a proud parent, remembering the scared little girl he and his sons found in the sewer. And it was with that feeling of proud fatherhood, that Splinter made what was meant to be a friendly comment, to who he now considered a surrogate daughter.

“It makes me happy to know you felt brave today. I think all of us feel so”, Splinter said, gesturing to the smiles on his sons’ faces. “Your growth makes me proud, but not just as a friend. (Y/N), I hope you know that we view you not just as a close friend of the family, but as a part of the family itself, like a daughter and sister”.

You smiled at Splinter, wanting to tell him how much it meant to you, and that you too felt like their family had become like a second home to you. But you couldn’t before laughter erupted from the boys, along with gagging noises, fingers pointing down their throat as they acted as if they were going to throw up. Raph however stared at his food in horror. No way his dad just said that to you!

You looked at the boys in confusion. It wasn’t uncommon for them to tease you, lightly commenting on your human looks or your smell. Nothing you couldn’t take. But that moment was different. Raphael avoided eye contact, head docked low looking displeased at his father. But his brothers looked like they were having the time of their lives, sending teasing smiles Raph’s way, making him cross his arms over his plastron, sulking even further into his chair.

“Hey!”, you said, catching their attention. “Don’t look that sad. I thought you liked me”.

“Oh, we like you, okay”, Donatello said, turning his attention towards Raphael with mischief in his eyes, nudging him with his elbow. “Some more than others”, he sang, wiggling his brows. Raph scowled at his brother, crossing his arms tighter. He now regretted sitting beside you, forcing himself to look away from you, his cheeks burning hot under his mask.

“Maybe you should quit it out, Donnie”, Leo said, a smile still plastered on his face. “You know how he gets when we tease him about that”.

“Shut it”, Raph grumbled, sliding even further down the chair, until he was almost laying on his shell.

“Teasing about what?”, you asked, still not fully understanding what was going on. “What is wrong with your dad saying I’m part of the family?”

The brothers giggled, before Mikey stood, hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled, “Raph has a crush on (Y/N)”.

“That’s it!”, Raph yelled, standing from his chair making his brothers jump in laughter. “Come here you little shits!”

You and Splinter watched as Raph chased his brothers around the lair, telling them to stop as they yelled about everything his crush on you had made him do or say.

“Okay, maybe you’re not like a sister to everyone”, Splinter said with you nodding in agreement, a small smile creeping up on your lips. Family or not, these boys meant everything to you, and you could not imagine a day without them.

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tending-the-hearth · 9 months

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ALRIGHT BESTIES BUCKLE UP FOR MY MUTANT MAYHEM COMMENTARY

i will kick this off by saying that Mutant Mayhem is quite honestly one of my favorite iterations of the turtles EVER, second only to the 2012 versions.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MUTANT MAYHEM (duh lmao)

the theme of having a family and a place to belong was established from the VERY beginning of the movie, so yeah, heartbreaking start lmao

Baxter's devotion to his children was just 😭😭

literally the best version of Splinter EVER i will not hear any arguments

I'd lay down my life for these boys in a heartbeat

the way Leo gets teased is SO perfectly how siblings tease each other, the little mocking tones and gestures is literally how my siblings and i act with each other

no bc Splinter having a history of being rejected by those around him and the boys being all he has and the one time he tries to go into a new environment it goes terribly and that's what leads him to never wanting the boys to leave 😭

but of course it's also SUCH a valid explanation for how he behaves like ofc he's going to try to keep his sons safe!!

the boys are so silly goofy kiddos i love them

"i dream of violence every night" "i think you have a problem" RAPH I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART

their excitement over the fight in the bike shop was so!!!! they're finally being heroes

Leo's little crush on April is literally the cutest thing wtf

the "bacon egg and cheese" moment was 100% some inside joke between the turtles' VAs, it was so random that it couldn't be anything else lmao

BUT i'm not complaining because that added so much to the boys!!

i love April, she's so realistically hesitant about the turtles, but also realizes that they can help with Superfly

also she has a list of questions she wants to ask the turtles, and one of the questions was "how many people has the red-banded turtle killed? does he need therapy?" and i cackled

the montage of them finding the different bosses!!!! and each turtle getting his own moment!!!

"why did you punch him, he told us everything!!!" Raph was in a silly goofy mood <3

Mondo has no thoughts. No brain.

The way the other mutants immediately started treating the boys like little brothers?????? my heart????

Bebop and Rocksteady being twins is my favorite thing

Mondo being truly heartbroken by the boys kicking him out of the van, he was so sad

Wingnut just trying to look out for her little brothers!!

THEY GOT FUCKING MILKED

Splinter literally not caring about anything else he just wants his boys safe!!

The other mutants turning against Superfly because they don't want to hurt the humans, they just want to be family!

Splinter realizing his mistake in sheltering his boys so much, and helping them destroy the device!!! growth!!!

His speech to the boys about how even if he doesn't like humans, the boys do, and he wants them to be able to be happy, so if helping the humans makes them happy, then he'll do everything he can to make sure that happens 😭😭😭

THE SHOT OF THEM ALL WALKING TOWARDS THE CITY AND APRIL THROWING RAPH THE ANTI-MUTAGEN GUN??? HELLO???

okay but the moment where all the news channels are reporting about the boys and their team being monsters, and it's just spinning around the boys as they realize they might never be accepted broke my heart

Leo stepping up as leader and recognizing his brothers' skills my beloved

WE GOT A SLO-MO COWABUNGA LINE

Splinter flashing between when he brought the boys to the surface for the first time and the humans chasing them away vs. the humans approaching him with concern and helping him to his feet 😭😭

THE HUMANS TEAMING UP TOGETHER WITH THE MUTANTS TO GET THE CARTRIDGE TO THE BOYS I'M FUCKING SOBBING

The mutants living together, they're a family your honor 😌

MIKEY LEAVING BEHIND HIS MASK

They got to go to school!!!!

and each of them finding their own group outside of their brothers!!

Donnie with his computer friends!

Mikey joining improve!!

Raph joining wrestling!!

April and Leo looking into TCRI!! Leopril truthers rise up!!

And the final mid-credits scene leading into the TV show with the hint towards TCRI still kicking AND AND AND

THE SHREDDER TEASE AT THE END??? HOLY SHIT??? HE LOOKS SO COOL???

There were also so many little background things that made me emotional, like the LGBTQIA+ flyers on the school poster board, the trans flag pinned next to the flyers, the little scribbles on the lockers and April's helmet, the details were just so so perfect. there honestly wasn't a single thing i didn't love about the movie!!!

GO SEE IT WHEN YOU CAN

#mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem spoilers #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael #donatello #april o'neil #master splinter

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fabuloustrash05 · 9 months

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My Review of Mutant Mayhem

Warning: SPOILERS

The animation was AMAZING!! From the colors to the facial expressions to the fight choreography, it all looks so good!

It took me a while for me to get used to the Turtles designs and voices but after finally seeing the movie and watching them talk and move, I can say now that I do love them, though I'm still not crazy about Raph's design…

If you know me then you know I'm not too big of a fan of the idea of Splinter not being a human at all, but for this movie it makes sense as to why he was always a rat and never human. Him being a rat from the start and hating humans ties in with the movies message about being accepted and even has a little connection/parallel with the main villain Superfly. I am still kind of upset that Splinter has no connection to Hamato Yoshi (that we know of rn).

Another reason why I don’t like the idea of Splinter never being a human or Hamato Yoshi is because I feel like it takes away the ninja aspect of their story, but the way they explain why they’ve ninjas was actually hilarious. Splinter and the boys learned how to be ninjas through YouTube tutorials, which makes so much sense for this day and age with how many people claim they are experts at something simply because they read or watch something online.

Leo was my favorite turtle in this movie, I loved his personality/character and how serious but dorky he was. He’s trying so hard, I love his hopeless romantic side, and how he wants to listen to his dad but also have fun with his brothers, so he’s stuck in a tug or war with himself. He was precious and I love him.

Leo having a crush on April actually wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. His crush on her was genuinely sweet and it wasn't shoved down our throats like in other versions *cough* 2012 & Bayverse *cough* I like that he asks her to prom, which I thought was very cute and a nice ending for Leo.

I'm surprised how quickly they killed off Baxter Stockman, but his "son" Superfly was a really cool villain to take his place. Ice Cube did an amazing job! But I’m not full convinced Stockman is dead. There’s no evidence that he’s still alive but knows. Maybe they’ll pull an 03 Stockman and make come back as a robot in the sequel.

The other mutants were also really fun, but I wish they had more screen time. And truth I felt like they added too many Mutants and I felt like a few of them could've been removed from the film but overall they were a fun cast!

Mondo Gecko and Mikey instantly becoming besties was nice. And I loved Bebop and Rocksteady's Bromance.

Mikey twerking was NOT needed in this film.

I like how the "milking" joke actually came full circle when the turtles were kidnapped by Cynthia.

Splinter vs the TCRI soldiers was my second favorite part of the movie, The animation was so well done in the choreography of the fight was amazing and had great detail.

My overall favorite part was the sequence of the Turtles confronting each one of Superfly’s leads. How the scene would sync up and cut back-and-forth to each brother fighting different gang members. The music during the scene was so well done and the animation with how it tied in with each brother was peak cinema.

April’s little arc of getting over being camera shy was cool and actually helped save the Turtles and NYC. But the April puking joke went on for too long. The fact they showed it longer than I excepted felt wrong.

I’m happy that Splinter got a girlfriend by the end but please don’t ever show us him making out with Scumbug ever again. *flashbacks to 2012 Raph making out with an ant*

My favorite joke was when the Turtles were like “Eventually Superfly will run out of cars to throw at us, right??” *Superfly turns to see he’s right new to a parking garage* LMFAO XD

There was a lot of modern day references and slang in this movie and a lot of people say this movie is gonna be outdated in 5-10 years but I feel that’s gonna be part of the movies charm. We’ll have to see in 5-10 years…

Superfly’s mutant army (Mondo Gecko, Bebop, Rocksteady, Leatherhead etc) got redeemed way too quick. All it took was one heartfelt speech and suddenly they weren’t down to kill all humans. Like they seemed really excited about it during the bowling scene?? Gave me Shrek 3 vibes. I was confident that Mondo Gecko was gonna change but all of them was unexpected but I’m happy regardless by the end that the Turtles have a bigger family.

I loved the sequence of the people of New York helping the Turtles and their mutant friends stop Superfly. I feel we’ve never seen that done before and in truth, New Yorkers ramming their cars into a giant kaiju Superfly IS something New Yorkers would do! XD

The ending I did not expect, the Turtles actually being excepted by all of New York, and actually getting to go to high school. This was so new and fresh, and I absolutely loved it and I can't wait to see more of it in the TV show and the sequel.

Also there’s a mid credit scene.

It starts off very cute with the Turtles doing high school shenanigans: Mikey in joining improv, Donnie with his “people” (lol), Raph joining the wrestling team, Leo and April starting a conspiracy vlog, and finally them at prom, but then it cuts to Cynthia, who it’s revealed she is secretly watching them. She talks to her second in command about wanting to catch the Turtles and get revenge. She then basically says that she “knows a guy” that can help and it cuts to a shot of someone outside the city….

SHREDDER IS COMING

But sadly no Casey…

#FabTrash review #my thoughts #review #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt: mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #tmnt 2023 #Nickelodeon #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #april o'neil #master splinter

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evil-rip · 4 months

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🎄How Christmas looks like in suers🎄

Big tree in the center of Thier laier. Boys are spending whole week looking for Christmas symbol. Mikey is most often the one deciding witch tree is THE ONE.

They all love putting on the Christmas tree ❤️

As you probably suspected Donatello is in charge of Christmas lights. His decorations are getting better every year making his brothers drop their jaws.

Mikey and Raph adore dressing up the tree probably the most of all tourtles. Raphael side is pretty classy and organized while Mikey is going crazy! Mixing colors, silly Christmas baubles and handmade decorations of his own.

Leo is the one organizing the whole process and adds finishing touches, like boa, candy canes, sparkles or fake snow.

Yes he puts on boa.. like the feathered ones, not tinsel garland. It's beacose as a kid he decorated with it thinking it was a Christmas decorations (Splinter was really surprised that Xmas when he saw what boys did) now it is thier tradition to use that :3

Surprisingly the end result isn't that disturbing to look at as one might think.

At the end Raphael is lifting dad and letting him make a finishing touch by adding star on top ⭐

Cookie's and milk for the Santa! Even Donnie takes a part in it (probably only to make sarcastic comments about Leo and Mikey still believing in that the Santa eats all cookie's and not splinter).

They are hiding Thier presents in base and make presents hunting on Christmas morning 🎁

I'm back!!! With HC that I planned probably year ago, or more, but there it is in Christmas glory. Happy holidays evryone ❤️😇❤️

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dandylovesturtles · 3 months

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Okay okay, one more, I'm sorry for flooding your inbox,,,

In Worlds Away, I imagine the boys are gonna have to be gradually introduced to other foods, right? (I know April gave Donnie some fast food but it wasn't a lot so it probably didn't upset his tummy too much)

But who's the one who disregards their dietary restrictions out of curiosity and eats themself sick first? My money is on Mikey but only if Leo's not watching lol

They are! It's going to be a gradual process of learning what they can have, what they like, and what they may be allergic to (thankfully Splinter already knew about Raph's peanut allergy so they don't make that mistake).

April gave Donnie that fast food at the time not really considering this, but as she starts doing more research around what to do and what to expect for the boys' recovery she does come to realize that wasn't the best idea. It didn't hurt Donnie's stomach, but they do have to make sure the boys take it easy on some foods, especially anything particularly oily or sugary, until their stomachs can handle it.

Mikey definitely pushes his luck on this one haha, although the first time around Leo doesn't actually stop him! Leo doesn't think about the consequences of eating too much candy and his brother wants it so he isn't going to stop him! This of course becomes a problem when Mikey ends up puking candy later. Mikey basically learns no lesson from this, and will do it again, but Leo becomes a lot more attentive after that. He feels like it's his fault and he can't let it happen again.

Raph is also terrible about eating literally anything they leave within reach, even after he becomes lucid, so they have to watch to make sure he isn't about to eat something that will make him sick. They have to be especially careful about making sure that anything that's gone bad gets thrown out quickly - Raph will chug sour milk without thinking twice.

#100 feet and a world away #rottmnt #rise mikey #rise leo #rise raph #rise donnie

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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Day 1: Donatello + Mistletoe

Summary: Donnie catches you under the mistletoe with him!

Warnings: None!

Note: Yes I did make that banner in Canva, I tried my best! 😅

You stood back on the top step on the lair's entrance marveling at your work with a victorious grin. Somehow, you'd managed to convince Splinter to let you throw the guys a Christmas party, and you couldn't be more pleased with yourself. Of course there was a very tight guest list, but that's to be expected when you the hosts are mutants who shouldn't exist. Casey and April would be arriving shortly, and everything was decorated, it was nearly time. And to think, you'd managed to keep it all a surprise, just between you, the humans, and the rat.

"Guys, c'mere!" you shouted with uncontained glee. One by one, all the turtles filed in, each filled with wonder at the state of the living room. "Merry Christmas!" You chirped, exchanging an excited grin with their father, who had come in with them. "Well, don't be strangers! I put on some carols, we got a hot chocolate bar, and I even picked out a few movies for us to watch!"

"Wait-" Mikey froze, his eyes darting to the kitchen island, practically drooling over the assortment of cookies, hot milk, chocolate and toppings. "We get to make our own hot chocolate?!"

"Well, duh!" you laughed, walking over to him.

"Oh my gosh," he gushed, rocking on his heels and barely containing his enthusiasm. "That's so boss! I've never made hot chocolate before! Hey, by the way, what's hot chocolate?" Your jaw dropped as you scanned the boys' faces, all of them showing signs of confusion.

"You guys..." you chuckled, taking a cup from the selection. "C'mere, I'll show you." You demonstrated the process of making the treat, dropping a ball of chocolate into your mug, before pouring boiling milk over it. To their awe, the shell of melted to reveal a brown dust that floated around atop the liquid. After mixing it, you dropped a handful of marshmallows into the drink, before topping it with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. After you finished, you took a sip, humming with delight, beofre wiping away a small milk mustache. "That's just how I do it, but you can do it how ever you want! It's better with milk than water, though."

You barely had the chance to move out of the way before the bar was ransacked by grabbing hands, a chorus of bickering to accompany. You giggled, shaking your head and heading to the sofa, just in time for Casey and April to arrive.

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"So you guys have never celebrated Christmas before?" the ginger asked curiously, sipping her coco.

"Not exactly," Leo answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not like this at least."

"Christmas is a little different in Japan," Donnie explained. "Master Splinter's culture is the only one we know. Plus it's hard to celebrate anything when you live in the sewers."

"We still get gifts though!" Mikey boasted, hoisting up his skateboard and pointing to a sticker on the bottom of it. "Master Splinter gave me this last year."

"It's more about spending time with family for us," Raph added with a playful smirk. "Now matter how much it hurts."

The conversation droned on, everyone sharing a bit of what the holiday meant to them, or how they normally celebrated. Eventually it shifted to traditions, and symbols and the stories behind them. "So all this stuff has a meaning to it?" the eldest turtle asked, glancing around the room. "Even the star on top of the tree?"

You hummed in response. "Mhm! It's supposed to symbolize the star of Bethlehem, from the story of the birth of Christ. It's a Christian thing, but I just think it looks pretty!"

"What about that little plant hanging from the doorway to the lab?" Raph asked, cocking a brow and tossing a thumb towards it.

"Oh, that's just mistletoe." you replied nonchalantly.

"Wait," Donnie objected, brows furrowing together. "Isn't mistletoe poisonous?"

"Only if you eat it," you snickered. "I strongly advise against eating any of the decorations though."

"What does it symbolize?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked down at you from his seat to your left.

"Peace and fertility, I think." you answered, tapping your chin to ensure you remembered correctly. "It originated in Greece. When two people get walk under it at the same time, their supposed to kiss and make peace with each other."

The terrapin's face heated as he imagined sharing his first kiss over such an occasion. "Seems like somebody's just dyin' to make peace with you, (Y/N)." Raph chided, nudging his younger brother's side. You simply laughed them off as they began to argue.

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You hummed softly to the carols that were playing on the radio as you bustled around the lair cleaning up after the party. All the attendees had retired to where ever it was they chose to rest, and Casey and April had gone home for the night. You decided to sleep over, claiming the couch as yours.

Suddenly, a soft voice made you jump as you dropped the dish you were washing. "Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Donnie," you recognized, before turning back to the sink. "Mind giving me a hand with the clean up? You guys really did a number on this kitchen."

His eyes fell downcast, before perking back up to look at you again. Maybe if he persisted, you'd notice. "Um, sure but first can you-"

"Don, sweetie, you're gonna have to speak up, I can't hear you over this water." you called from over your shoulder, wishing he'd just come to you and talk so you didn't have to yell.

"S-Sorry," he muttered, before clearing his throat and upped his volume by a few notches. He felt so embarrassed shouting the words he needed to say. "Uh, could you come over here for just a-"

Finally, your shoulders slumped with frustration, and you shut of the water, drying your hands on a towel. When you turned to face him. it took you a moment to process, and you, unfortunately needed it spelt out for you. "Um, (Y/N)? W-Would you come over here with me for just a minute?"

Your cheeks caught fire at the sight of him standing there timidly, patiently waiting for you to kiss him under the mistletoe. "D-Donnie... I-"

"Y-You don't have to," he stated, losing all his courage. "Sorry, this was a stupid idea, just forget about it."

"I'd love to..." you paused, deciding to rephrase, lest you let on to having the wrong idea. "Come over there with you..."

Your heart pounded in your head as you approached him, each step seemingly getting you no closer. Finally, you were standing directly in front of him, both of you sharing an awestruck expression. Suddenly, he cleared his throat, almost as if he had a reversed speech to recite. "Oh, look," he said nervously, his voice meek and barely there. "Looks like we're under the mistletoe..."

"Guess that means we gotta make peace then..." you trailed awkwardly.

"Guess so..." he replied, glancing around for anything he could use to buy him a little bit of time to calm down. "Guess we should-uh, k-kiss now?"

"Probably..." you encouraged, waiting less than patiently for your first kiss. Eventually, you sighed, shoulders dropping with the realization that he'd chickened out. And you couldn't be the one to initiate, since he was the one that invited you, it'd be weird! Right?

Donnie fought a war with himself, one part telling him to just buck up and go for it, and the other telling him it wasn't the right time, and that he'd made a fool of himself. When he finally glanced back at you and noticed the sadness in your eyes, and you body language queued that you were going to depart, he decided to go with the former.

"Aw screw it," he suddenly snapped, swiftly wrapping an arm around your waist, while his free hand came up to cup your cheek as he dipped you slightly, looming over you with the calmest expression. You were entranced by how suave he'd managed to become at the drop of a dime, staring up at him through half lidded eyes, lips parted and more than ready. With no more hesitation, his lips came down and claimed yours, holding that connection for a few moments.

To the both of you, it felt like hours could have ticked by in the span of just a few seconds. When you finally parted, you gasped, having forgotten about the need for air almost completely. As you collected your breath, you began to feel his touch leaving you, prompting you to leap forward and catch him in another kiss, this one much shorter.

"Sorry," you blushed, pulling back. "I've just been waiting for that for a while."

"Well, if I would've known, you wouldn't have." he chuckled, pulling you into his chest for an embrace. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)."

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Just wanted to write a few of my headcanons of the boys growing up. Totally SFW. 💙💜♥️🧡

🎃TMNT HALLOWEEN HC’s🎃

Young Leo was obsessed with the idea of being a hero. He never wanted to dress up as something scary.

His favorite costume was the year he was 10 and he gathered all the scrap pieces of metal and tin cans he could find and pieced together his own knight’s armor.

He was so proud of himself, despite Raph making fun of him all evening. Leo thought his brother was just jealous, but deep down, Raph already considered himself a monster or freak and didn’t like his brother representing someone who fought and killed such beasts.

Mikey painted himself orange one year and added a face with black paint to his plastron. He called himself a Jack O’Mikey.

Splinter feared for his sons’ safety even on the one night a year they might fit in, so he never allowed them to go trick or treating.

Instead, he hid candy all around the lair and the boys had to find it, like an Easter egg hunt. They had to use their emerging ninja skills to reach some of the goodies, and he considered it their training for that day.

Raphael’s favorite costume was, no surprise, Batman. They had managed to find some black fabric in a dumpster, the ripped remains of a cotton bedsheet. He carefully cut out a mask and made a cape. He whittled wood down to make his own batarangs and borrowed Donnie’s little tool belt.

Mikey had to be watched because he would sneak too much candy and eat until he had a stomach ache.

The boys snuck behind Splinter’s back every year to watch scary movies. He always figured it out though when he found them piled in one bed the next day, too scared to sleep alone.

Raph preferred red hots and fireballs, any “hot” candy, and then chocolate next.

Donnie always made costumes that required him to make some sort of machine to go with it. Inspector Gadget was his crowning achievement in childhood because of all the working pieces.

The Halloween parade was a must! They watched longingly from a storm drain with their father every year. Once they were teens, Mikey and Donnie would still go watch. Leo and Raph both wanted to, but thought it was childish and they were “too grown up” for it.

Splinter loves Milk Duds and the boys were happy to share theirs with him. Which is why he got them, knowing his sons didn’t like them and would feel big by sharing with dad.

Mikey loves all candy but the sour ones have always been his favorite. Sour Patch Kids and Crybabies were top notch in his book.

Donnie LOVES sugar. He preferred the chocolate bars and the pixie sticks most. He also had to be watched because he would consume so much sugar that he would spend days on projects without sleep, even as a preteen.

Halloween is Mikey’s favorite holiday (because of all the candy and because they don’t stand out as much) so he was bummed when the others grew out of dressing up and “trick or treating”.

Once the turtles established a good working relationship with the NYPD, Mikey was thrilled to be invited to their holiday parties, especially the costume party at Halloween.

He’s talked April into doing couple’s costumes with him, much to Casey’s chagrin.

Leo was a big fan of peanut M&M’s as a child, but outgrew sweets altogether as he focused on training and nutrition.

They still have scary movie marathons and usually Casey and April join. Mikey still sneaks into one of his brother’s rooms if he gets too spooked.

Splinter still finds boxes of Milk Duds outside his bedroom door on the morning after Halloween.

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rise-uncalledfour · 9 months

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OH MY GOD THE MUTANT MAYHEM MOVIE

warning: MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR mutant mayhem spoilers, long post

OKOKOKOK

So we got this box and some little figures which I will cherish FOREVER

Now onto the actual movie >:]

WHAT THE LITTERAL F-

So the beginning was the sneaking into a stroe to steal some groceries, and the boy's convinced Leo to go see a movie. There we see them looking at other people watching the movie and how they are and wish they were accepted into society. The go back home and Leo rattles that they watch the movie and Splinter told the story of how they were mutated and THEY AVTUALY TRIED GOING OUTSIDE of of course people are jerks and they never went out again. :(

LEOPRIL SHIPPERS ARE GONNA BE SOSOSOSO HAPPY

I actually LOVED the ship in the movie. when Leo saw her, some dude stole her bike and they rode off, and Leo immediately went "WE NEED TO GET THAT PRETTY LADIES BIKE BACK!" (my friends all "bros hormones kicked in all at once" 💀💀)

So they got it back and met April, and she was pretty quick to befriend them. Turns out her dream is to be a journalist so she could be accepted after a puke accident. (A similarity between her and the turtles).

So the turtles see a chance to finally be accepted: defeat the menace know as SUPERFLY. April has a lot of info on him, so the boys sneak out with her to go interrogate people and find where the super fly is, all the while April recording and putting it in her school newspaper.

They meet Superfly, and the turtles,Superbfly , and his league of mutants (>:]) go out for bowling! There, Superbly reveals he's building a machine that would wipe out humans and mutant all animals, and mutants would rule the earth. The turtles take a van that contains the last peice of the machine, and CAR CHASE!!!

It ended with TCRI capturing the turtles and 'milking them' to get mutagen. April was able to get Splinter and Splinter WHOOPED SOME BUTT.

They escaped and got to where Superflys machine was, and was able to convince the other mutants that this wasn't right, and they ganged up on superfly. Superbly was shoved into the machine and accidently got mutated into a huge mixture of different animal, and rampaged through new York. At TCRI, April snagged some antimutagen, in which the turtles were able to throw into Superflys whale blow hole, and un mutate him. They were accepted as heros, since they fought against superfly and after April spread the word on the news.

I MISSED A LOT OF STUFF HUT THIS SUMS IT UP ON A PRETTY SMALL SUMMARY

The animation was HEIDVSHSGS

The soundtrack was HEUHFVSKX

The humor was BSJSGEJWG8

THIS MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AND IM GOIJG TO HYPERFIXAYE ON IT FOREVER

The post credit scene shows TCRI with the unmutated superfly , and shows Umtron saying "looks like we'll need the help of Shredder..." and it cuts to his sillutete

And lemme tell you me and my friend SCREAMED-

#Mutant mayhem #Mutant mayhem spoilers #Mm spoilers #Tmnt Mm spoilers #Teenage mutant ninja turtles Mutant mayhem spoilers

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hood-ex · 7 months

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How did you like mutant mayhem? who was your fav

Loved it!! I had SO much fun watching it!!

The turtles getting their groceries from shipping containers/trucks?? Brilliant! Love that take!

I was pressed when I read that Leo was going to have a crush on April, but I actually didn't mind it in this case. (Even though I 100% prefer for them to just be best friend's/family and would never want to see April with any of them). Like Leo being such a nerd made it work plus April didn't show any interest in him, so it didn't bug me like I thought it would. Now if they try to turn that into something in the future then we're gonna have a problem, but it being a one-sided thing that Leo will hopefully grow out of (quickly!) is fine.

Speaking of April, I LOVE this version of April, and I love how they switched up the reporter thing a bit with her being super anxious to be on air bc it made way for some character progression. I do tend to prefer her being quite a bit older than the turtles, but I feel like her being a teen like them works in this universe.

Also, I love it when Leo is characterized as a nerd who says cringey/nerdy things sometimes and they delivered on that beautifully here with his speeches. It's veryyy 2k12 Leo vibes. Fucking loved it. Especially loved it when Leo actually had an amazing rousing speech during the Superfly fight scene and then after Raph complimented him on it, Leo started geeking out about how cool he sounded LOL. Obsessed.

"GO NINJA, GO NINJA, GO!" I started screaming when this started playing!! Secret of the Ooze reference let's gooo!

The milking... THE MILKING... the nipples and the milking!! Mikey and Raph got milked!! That running joke killed me. Also, since Mikey got milked first, I couldn't help but compare that to 2k3 when Bishop was going to use a saw to cut into Mikey's carapace while all the other bros had to watch. Althouuugh... ngl, I kinda wish Raph had gone a little more berserk over Mikey getting milked since he's so protective, but I understand they were trying to keep the mood light even though... it was... a torture scene... so uhhh... anyway.

"6 N' THE MORNIN' POLICE AT MY DOOR!!" 😂

"He's molly-whopping me!" LMFAO I was wheezing

All the bros singing BTS for Donnie's sake, and Donnie being like, "You guys don't even know the words..." HAAA

I love it in every iteration when Splinter gets involved to save his boys and this time was no different. Hell yeah feral rat dad!!

Mikey and Mondo Gecko, hell yes!! Bro, when the explosion rocked all the turtles and Mikey was disoriented?? The way his eyes looked after that?? Yeees!

THEIR SHELLS CRACKED 😱😱😱!! That "I'm gonna crack you like pistachios" joke killed me though

WHEN THE NEW YORKERS STARTED HELPING THEM TAKE DOWN SUPERFLY YESSSS LET'S GOOOO!!

Mikey or whoever telling Raph he needed therapy ALSKDJA

All the mutants living in the sewers with the turtles?? Full House vibes!! With Bebop and Rocksteady there idk kinda weird but I guess it works for this version of them.

I could not with their high school fits like 😭 April please take them shopping 😭

All in all, I thought it was super fun and I couldn't stop laughing the entire time. There was still kiiinda more of a Leo focus this time around, but it wasn't nearly as much as the Rise movie, so I'm glad it felt more balanced between each brother (and thank god we didn't have to sit through another Leo vs. Raph type of beef thing).

I think in terms of characterization, Leo was definitely characterized the best and felt IC. I feel like there could've been a bit more development for Donnie, Raph, and Mikey. Donnie had his anime/kpop thing, Raph had his love for violence, and then Mikey... there wasn't anything super defining about him other than maybe the fact that he signed up for the improv team try outs. But honestly, I'm not that mad at it because I'm sure they'll get more fleshed out in the TV show that's coming in the future. Now that they're attending school, I do kinda hope that Donnie takes some kinda robotics/woodworking/science classes because I'd love to see him develop the skills he's always depicted with.

As for my fav, I mean, it should be noted that Mikey is always my guy and that I'm usually going to focus on him the most in every scene, but other than him, I'd say Leo. I also really enjoyed April, Splinter, and Superfly though.

#sorry i had a lot of thoughts aslkdja but no yeah it was super fun and i was buzzing afterward #TMNT #Mutant Mayhem #anon

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oddly-casual · 9 months

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Mutant mayhem spoilers

(Do they always drink bad milk?)

I wanna preface this by saying I know I’m not supposed to look into it this deeply, but I don’t care.

In the beginning of the film, the boys are out getting groceries with a list from splinter. After they get everything they need, Leo tries to direct them home, but Raph says “we’ve only been out for an hour, let’s stay out.”

But my beef comes from the fact that milk and ice cream were on that grocery list. Especially outside in the New York air, you can’t really keep refrigerated dairy products out like that or they start to go bad.

But then They decide to go to a movie. Specifically they go see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, which is an hour and 43 minutes in run time. We know for a fact the boys already have the milk because we see Mikey holding it. Not to mention Donnie says the movie screening is in Brooklyn, Implying that they have to travel to Brooklyn- so we’re not counting travel time to the outdoor screening.

So realistically, If they had milk and ice cream in their possession, and then went to go watch that movie then that ice cream should’ve been melted and that milk should’ve gone bad at the hour mark. Especially when we see that the turtles are leaving around the time the movie finishes (ie the subway where the people watching the movie are now hanging out. Unless they decided to leave early too, which is unlikely)

Still, let’s account for some time just in case. hypothetically, let’s say they came in around the middle of the movie, that’s still around an hour that they would’ve spent outside, and sneaking back home.

In conclusion; that milk would’ve went bad, and that ice cream should’ve been leaking out the tub.

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #look look look I know this has no impact on the movie but I thought about this okay #like I know milk doesn’t automatically curl after an hour but it does start to grow sour around that time #and even with brick hard ice cream that junk will melt give or take 30 minutes #I’m trying to apply real world physics to a turtle movie I KNOW #omg hc what if Splinter only makes the boys get ice cream so he can actually tell how long they’ve been out #parents get creative man I tell you I wouldn’t be surprised if that was one of his methods #mutant mayhem spoilers #they don’t even put the milk in the fridge immediately when they get home Mikey just leaves it on the table which is worse #tsk tsk tsk bro

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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which turtle do you think can handle spice? lol i made some spicyx2 ramen for dinner and both my parents asked me if this was food or nuclear war fare, they got scared of how red the ramen broth was lol

Spicy Food (Headcanon)

A/N: The lucky wheel decided on the 03 boys for this one, so here we go💚 I myself am very bad with spicy food, like it's really bad. Like, if the food does as much as touches anything spicy, I can’t eat it. But I think the guys generally would have a way better time handling it💚

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Leonardo:

Leo does pretty well with spicy food. He’s used to Splinter’s spicy noodle soup, and was always the angel that ate everything his father made for him, without complaining. Not that he ever complained. According to his taste buds, all of Splinter’s cooking was amazing.

When Mikey started taking over in the kitchen, Leo could not help but find the food a little… What is the right word? Uhm… bland? But don't get him wrong, Leo loves his little brother’s cooking, but he did prefer his father’s addition of spice to the food. It just that feeling in his mouth that reminded him of childhood.

Although Leo is a terrible cook, and has been ordered by his whole family to never touch the stove or the oven, Leo did know how to use the kettle for tea, and the microwave for making leftovers. But he also knew how to make instant cup noodles as a snack, often finding himself gravitating towards the extra spicy once. But even then, he often finds that they aren’t spicy enough, and adds a little more himself.

Raphael:

Raph has a love hate relationship with spicy food. On one hand he loves spicy snacks, but on the other he isn’t a big fan of warm and spicy meals. As a child it had almost caused several meltdowns at the dinner table, back when Raph didn’t have the words to clearly explain to Splinter that the noodle soup was causing him middle discomfort.

Raph could not explain it. It was as if the heat from the food made the spice so much stronger, to a point where he just couldn’t eat it. Even as a teenager and as an adult, he would let the soup cool down for a bit, before finally feeling comfortable enough to eat it.

But funnily enough, Raph LOVES spicy snacks. Chili chips or at least some kind of spicy dip with his chips, and this guy would be happy.

Raph once shared some of his chips with Casey, not thinking they were so strong. But neither Raph or April had ever seen someone run so fast to the fridge for milk, giving Raph a hint that his snacks may be spicier than he first thought.

Donatello:

No one knew for sure, but there was this theory in the Hamato family, that Donnie’s taste buds were immune to pain. Donnie did not seem to care if his food was spicy or not. The important thing for him was that it tasted good, and that the texture didn’t make him run for the hills.

Leo had long speculated that it came from years of caffeine addiction, but that did not explain how seemed to have shown the same behavior, years before he even tried coffee for the first time. Spicy food just didn’t bother Donatello.

With that being said, it’s worth mentioning a time where Donnie’s spice tolerance really came to show. One day, an absolutely sleep deprived Donnie had made himself a cup of coffee, but in his sleepy state, he had added hot sauce to his drink, instead of the milk. The horror on his brothers’ faces when he took a sip, and went as far as to say that it even tasted better than usual, before he went back to work in his lab.

Michelangelo:

Mikey had never been a picky eater, but if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was spicy food. It had been like that since… pretty much forever. Sure, Mikey could eat mildly spicy things, but he just had a taste for more sweet things.

Mikey’s food making was therefore obviously less spicy than Splinter’s. But just because his food was less spicy, it didn’t make it any less good. Mikey’s cooking was amazing, even if Leo seemed to miss the good old days, where his mouth was about to burn off.

But Mikey’s mild intolerance for spicy food, gave Raph a great opportunity for a prank. One day while Mikey wasn’t looking, Raph added one of his spicy chips to Mikey’s already opened bag of salty chips. The scream that followed when Mikey then unexpectedly bit into that one chip, was so loud that people on the street above looked around in confusion. It was no surprise that all of Donnie’s milk suddenly disappeared after that, having been drunk by a hysteric Mikey that desperately tried to kill the fire in his mouth.

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bittencandy · 7 months

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Tyki Milk NSFW Alphabet List

Note: This isn't proofread yet because it's like 4am here. I'll go over everything when I have time.

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex):

When he was younger and still a little inexperienced, he was awful. Truly, truly awful.

He was absolutely the type to get what he wanted and immediately dash - often while the person he had just slept with was still recovering from their recent romp and too dazed to really be aware that he had even left.

On the flip side, he had even (embarrassingly) passed out a few times after he and his current lover had reached their peaks. Snoring and still covered in cum, in a stranger's bed. He's been slapped awake and thrown out onto the street on many occasions.

If only he had a nickel.

He can at least say that's all in the past, and he's since then learned that aftercare is an important step after sex. It's even become one of his favorite aspects of it. He's usually a bit sluggish afterwards, body heavy and sapped, all relaxed and malleable like heated wax. All he wants to do is bask in the afterglow. The scent of sex in the air, the salt of your skin, the heady fragrance of your shampoo and lotions, it's all an intoxicating cocktail.

After days, weeks, sometimes months apart acting out missions for the Earl or working the mines with the boys, all he wants to do is enjoy being with you. Feeling the warm shape of your body pressed up against his after so much time apart. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, gently kissing the water-colored marks and bruises he left behind like little apologies, and just whispering and joking together. Just holding you against his chest and feeling you while he breathes in the nicotine of a post sex cigarette.

So, if you're eager to clean up afterwards you may have to nudge him to do it. He'll groan and moan about it but it's all in good fun. If you're in the mood for another round and goad him into cleaning up by having him join you in the bath, he'll have you up in his arms and out of bed so fast it'll make your head spin.

B = Body part (their favorite body part belonging to themselves and their partner):

His dic-

No, but on a serious note if he had to really narrow it down, it would have to be his hands. He usually channels his abilities through his hands. Cloaking them with dark matter to block enemy blows or slice through an opponent. Releasing Teez through his palms to subdue Exorcist and Finders alike.

But he likes them best because of the effect they have on you. His hands are rough. Calloused and worn from working in the mines. From grappling an axe for hours on end to split and break apart the earth, gripping the worn splintered wood of a breast auger to twist it into the face of coal like a comically sized bottle opener. It's grueling work. But the way you react to the beaten texture of his hands is enough to make it all worth it. The way you shiver and writhe under his palms, arching against his touch.

Yeah, probably his hands.

It's so cliche, but your eyes for sure. The shape, the color, the delicate bend of your eyelashes - he loves it all. He has a thing for eye contact, so whenever he catches you staring at him it's a stroke to his ego. He can't help the mix of pride and sappy adoration that inflates his chest whenever he notices you watching him. That you're just as infatuated with him as he is with you. That you can't help but look.

When he locks gazes with you and your eyes flicker away, skipping off like a startled deer. Visibly embarrassed that you had been caught. It's so cute. So sweet. He eats it up every time. But sometimes when he meets your vision you don't look away. You level him with a flirty glare, weighted and sweet like warm honey. Your eyes dark with barely contained want. It's a proposition for a challenge. A call he can't resist.

He loves that look just as much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He's utterly filthy with it. If you leave the decision of where he cums up to him, he'll be divided that's for sure. It's a 50/50 split between pulling out and marking your body with his cum or staying deep inside and filling you up completely. He loves the way it looks against your skin. To cover you with it. To smear it across your body as a way to please that possessive little voice that nips at the back of his mind.

But he loves to watch it drip out of you as well. To push it back inside with his fingers, making sure none escapes. Of course, he can always just give you another load if it does.

Sometimes, unable to resist, he'll duck between your legs and scoop it up with his tongue. Moaning at the taste of you both. Sucking your collective mess into his greedy mouth despite how sensitive you still are. Pinning you down by trapping your twitching hips underneath a forearm so that he can lap at your dripping cunt, smearing your cum all over his face.

D = Dirty secret (a fantasy, fetish or kink that they may be reluctant to share): It's probably not all that surprising for someone like him and you've probably already had assumptions about it yourself, but he's entertained the idea of a threesome more than once.

Tyki isn't the type to be embarrassed about his kinks or new things he'd like to try in the bedroom, but this is something that he himself is on the fence about.

Back before the two of you became involved and put a name on your relationship Tyki had been involved in many threesomes. Hell, he's been a part of orgies before. You'd be surprised the sort of parties that the bored and wealthy may throw. And as Lord Sheril's bachelor brother with a reputation for sleeping around he's been invited to many. So, there's no insecurity in that department.

But what he is, is hesitant to do is to share you.

It's no secret that he's a possessive lover. And as bad as it may be, it's a quality of his that you actually enjoy.

But the thought of someone else putting their hands on you in the way that he does, seeing you bare and naked. It makes his blood boil.

But it also excites him too. To be able to just lay back and watch you writhe on your king-sized bed, to see someone else take you in their mouth and make you cry in ecstasy.

He'd love to make you keep eye contact with him while someone else eats you out and he jerks himself off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?): Very experienced. Even before he was taken in by the Earl and realized his status and identity as the Noah of Pleasure, Tyki had always loved sex. The joy, the intimacy, the closeness, the trust, the pleasure that comes from it.

Everything about it, the lead up, the game of seducing someone beforehand, the feel of skin on skin, the grip of fingers combing and gripping his hair, the relief and contentment that comes afterwards. It's all so good. It's familiar. It's peaceful.

He spent years learning to read what someone wants just based of the pitch of a moan, the way that a body twitches or clenches, the sort of look someone gives him. It's a language all on its own. One he's perfected.

That's not to say that his first times with you wasn't a learning experience. But that's what made it so exciting. Figuring out what you liked, what made you melt for him, cum the quickest.

He caught on quick. Perhaps too quick. It left you breathless, lost gasping in a torrent of new sensations, clinging to him as some sort of support.

It's safe to say that he knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position:

Doggy style: He loves watching the recoil of your ass hit against his hips.

Full nelson: There's nothing like holding you and thrusting into you while you moan like a helpless bitch.

Cowgirl (includes reverse cowgirl): He loves it whenever you take control, using him for your benefit. But if he feels like assuming control, he can always hold onto you and thrust up into your dripping cunt.

Sixty-nine position: He's aware that it can be a tricky position, so he saves it for special occasions like an anniversary or a celebration. He loves that you're both simultaneously bringing and controlling each others pleasure together.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Ect.): It depends on the mood. It can be serious, and intense with him regardless of which one of you is in control. Completely trapped in the moment and each other's pleasure.

You can get so lost in each other that it only feels like it's the two of you left in the whole world.

But if someone manages to pull a muscle or hit their head or roll off of the bed and onto the floor, he's quick to laugh it off with you.

Sex is funny sometimes. Awkward even.

And he's glad that you love him enough to shrug off something unplanned happening. That it doesn't ruin the mood but just changes it.

Unless of course someone pulls a muscle. Then the sex can be put on hold and a warm bath and massage is in order. Some aspirin.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Ect.): It depends. Back when you weren't dating, he tried to keep everything neat and clean so that he was always prepared. You never know ya know?

But know that you're together, if he's off on a mission that'll keep you apart for a long stretch of time with no chance of you popping up on a surprise visit, he won't keep up on it too much. Mostly when he's back wandering around with Clark, Eeze and Momo. He spends hours down in the coal mines, typically around 11 to 12 hours a day, if not more. So, by the time he's back on the surface and is able to take a shower he's not really concerned about his pubic hair.

He's busy scrubbing off layers of dark soot and dirt and sweat from his skin. Sometimes just sitting under the spray of the shower nozzle (or if he's less fortunate sponging it off from a bucket of water and hoping for the best). But if he's back home and has the means to he'll keep himself trim and clean.

As for the carpet matching the drapes, yeah all of his hair is the same color. A gorgeous dark black color. If you squint the hair on his head is just a degree lighter because of sun exposure.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect): If he isn't in love then there's no mistake that it's just sex and that's all it is. He's not necessarily rude about it, but the boundary is definitely there and clear. He was the unobtainable bachelor before. The one that women and men alike fawned for and hoped to tie down. In his eyes you'd have to be completely disillusioned to think you'd have a chance with him apart from detached sex.

But now that he's with you, someone that he does love (even though it took his dense ass forever to open up and realize it) he makes it very apparent.

It does depend on the mood. There are times were he just wants to fuck you, to take out all of his frustrations and not think. To have sloppy gross sex that leaves you both covered in sweat and struggling to catch your breath. Sometimes he wants you to do the same to him. To just use him for your pleasure and forget all of your troubles and just be in the moment.

But other times he just wants to love and be loved. He wants you to know that you're the only one that ever truly made him feel like this. That it's you. Just you and no one else. That he loves you so much it hurts.

J = Jack off (masturbation head cannon): His libido is insane. There are times when you're having sex that you genuinely think that he's going to kill you with too many orgasms. Yes, he has made you cum so much that you've passed out. And no, he has not forgotten it. It's inflated his ego to dramatic proportions and every time you try for marathon sex, he aims to best his record.

So, it's safe to say that when the two of you are apart that he's chewing at the hypothetical bars of his enclosure.

Whenever Tyki goes without sex, he gets pent up, and when he gets pent up, he gets cranky. Touchy, pouty even.

There's a permanent scowl on his face, and a perpetual furrow on his brows.

Mild inconveniences that he would usually brush off now ruins his entire day. A quip from a hated coworker at the mines that he would usually deflect with a sarcastic jab of his own nearly sets him off. Clark and Momo have to hold him back, dragging him off with sheepish apologies thrown over their shoulders. He almost punched the supervisor once. Thank God Momo was there to catch him before he could.

It's safe to say that he jerks off at least once a day. And if he isn't able to- probably too exhausted to after a day of labor- he wakes up with an attitude.

All he has to work off is memories and a couple instant film photographs he has of you, usually stuffed in the pocket of his worn work pants or the inner pocket of his frock coat depending on the job.

If he has time, sometimes he'll edge himself for as long as he's able to and pretend that it's your hand gripping his hard cock instead of his own.

It's safe to say you're in for it once he gets back home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Oh God, there's so many. . . Where to even start? Maybe we'll just try and narrow it down to a few.

Scent kink: It may be a strange one to some people, but there's something about your particular scent that drives him crazy. It doesn't matter if you puff on layers of perfumes or scented products. He'll love the way they interact with the natural aroma of your skin and your hair.

He especially loves it when he can smell you on his person or clothes, carrying a bit of you with him wherever he goes.

And he loves it when he can pick up his scent on you. It satisfies the possessive side of him. It's a way to telegraph to others that you belong to him and him alone.

This kink (like many) gets amplified once his inner Noah, Joyd is awoken.

Whenever he takes control of the body, he likes to cling to you using his arms and tentacles to keep you pinned to him, purring like a cat while he nuzzles his face against yours. No doubt making sure to spread his scent all across your person.

Primal play: Another one that Joyd defiantly enjoys as well, perhaps even more than Tyki if that's at all possible.

Tyki has always found pleasure in hunting you down. Especially when he's in his darker state.

He always makes sure to give you a head start of course; he doesn't want the game to end too quickly.

Precautions are always set in place, a pack full of a fresh set of clothes, snacks and a canteen full of water is within the vicinity of area of choice. The safe word is always repeated before the game starts, even though it's yet to be used. But he understands that he can be a bit intense when he's in this state.

This is something to be enjoyed, the last thing he wants to do is to harm you, even if it's an accident.

He always acts cocky during your games and at times downright feral. The longer it takes him to find you the more he loses his composure. His voice will become frayed around the edges, calling out cocky taunts into the night air, tight with shaky self-restraint while he has to physically hold himself back from sniffing you out too quickly.

He really wants to enjoy this, but damn if you don't make it difficult sometimes.

There are times when he gets worried that he's going overboard, that he needs to reel in the nasty snarl in his voice and dampen the crazed grin that pulls at his mouth. To hide the nasty fangs that his teeth had sharpened into.

But that's when he smells it, sweet and heady, curling up and settling in his lungs like an aphrodisiac. He nearly moans, he can almost taste it on his tongue.

It's arousal.

Your arousal to be specific. So very familiar but he never tires of it.

Yeah, you're enjoying this just as much as he is. And that's all it usually takes for his resolve to snap. For him to slink out of the shadows with the grace of honed predator and tackle you down onto the ground. You always let out a little squeak whenever he snatches you. But not out of fear but of complete uninhibited joy.

. . . well maybe a bit of fear but you like anyways.

Dirty talk (that has roots in degradation and praise): Dirty talk goes both ways for him, but he absolutely loves dishing it out. His ability to build you up with a little praise and sugared words or leave you a whimpering mess from a little degradation inflates his already massive ego. The way he can mold you into whatever he wants, his good girl, his sweet baby or maybe you're being a brat, a filthy slut that needs to put back in her place.

Regardless of the mood, with enough time and patience on his part and a few words he can have you a cross-eyed mess.

. . .

"That's all you are, isn't it? A little cockdrunk slut for me. All it takes is a little dick for you to go stupid. "

Your brain was complete mush at this point, useless and too overloaded with the pleasure encompassing your body to even register what he was saying. Far too focused on the drag of his cock thrusting in and out of you to even care. Repetitively hitting that devastating spot inside of you that had your body spasming like it was struck with an electrical current. Drool smearing past the corners of your mouth and your eyes nearly rolling back, all you could do was keen and weakly nod your head in agreement.

" Yeah? " He cooed mockingly, snickering under his breath. Your mushy brain had managed to catch that. That cocky shit. You'd snap at him with a snarky quip if you had the brain compacity to do it. But that is what got you in this situation to begin with. Instead, all you could do was lay and take, struggling to meet the brutal pace he had set.

" It's alright baby. I'll give you what you need," he crooned. His mouth twisting into a lethal grin. Peering at you in that intense golden shade from underneath his lashes, molten gold flashing like a warning.

He cups both of your legs from the bends of your knees and stretches them up and over his shoulders, folding your body like a sheet of paper. The change punches the air out your lungs, it lets him move so much deeper.

You didn't think your brain could lose much more of its grip. But Tyki shoves himself forward, completely trapping your body underneath his own, and grips the headboard above you to better support his weight and digs in deep.

You go boneless. Settling into the mattress completely limp. You can't even moan anymore, the drag of his cock punching the air out of your lungs with each thrust. All you can do is just sit uselessly. Lay and listen to the way the old wooden bones of the bed creeks in protest, the wet smack of skin on skin, the slick sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy.

"Aw look at that. " You can just barely manage to make out the silky cadence of his voice through the haze of it all. "And I thought I had you dumb before."

All you can do is let out a broken drunk sob, choking on air in a weak hiccup.

Then you feel him moving even closer to you, eliminating as much space between you as he can without throwing off the devastating rhythm he set. "It's alright, baby." He assures, like he isn't fucking you within an inch of your life. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, nipping and sucking before he lets it go. "You just have to lay there and take. After all, that's all your good for."

L = Location (favorite place to do the do): As long as you're alright with it, Tyki will fuck you just about any time, anywhere. He has little reservations about it. Plus, he likes the thrill of nearly being caught.

On the beach, the grounds of Sheril's estate, in the hallway of the mansion while a lively party thrives downstairs, anywhere any time. You name it he'll do it.

He even fingered you at the dining room table while the Earl was trying to close a deal with a possible benefactor. Don't worry, no one figured it out (apart from Wisely, obviously. You two couldn't look at each other for about a month afterwards).

But if he had to narrow it down . . . probably somewhere private. Somewhere where you'd feel comfortable enough to ride and fuck him without abandon or worrying about being caught.

So probably his private beach house in Portugal, miles away from any village, city or settlement. At most there may be a sailor's boat bobbing on the cerulean waters off in the horizon, far too distant to spot anything explicit happening.

On his fishing boat, in the ocean just off the shore, on the beach, or in his house you two can do whatever you want.

M = Motivation (what turns them on? What gets them going?): You. You do. Every facet of you. Are you shy and uncertain? That turns him on. The fact that he has that sort of effect on you. That he can make you so flustered.

Are you bold and self-assured? He may just want to break that confidence. To remind you who's in control. Or maybe he won't. He likes you in control too. Guiding his pleasure, telling him when to cum. Punishing him if he does something without your permission.

But honestly it all gets him going. The scent of you on the wind, the sound of your voice, the way you look at him, the feel of your hand on his body. All of it. It doesn't take much to set him off.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs): He doesn't want to genuinely hurt you. Listen, Tyki is a sadist in his own right. Yes, he likes rough sex. To mark your pretty body and be marked in return, to blot your gorgeous body in blue and yellow and green and to feel you slicing red rivulets down his back, to feel your gasping throat underneath his hand and have you grip him by his wavy locks and shove him face first into your pussy. He loves it. The pain and pleasure

But he'll refuse to do something that will cause you long lasting pain. It doesn't matter if it's days of pain or months, it's a downright loud unapologetic no!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Just about fifty-fifty.

He loves giving oral. To break you down and leave you a helpless quivering mess. To have that effect on someone despite only using his mouth. It gets him off.

But he loves receiving as well.

Feeling the pressure of your hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, aiming to suck him of all he has to offer. God, there's little else that compares to it.

If you offer to go down on him after a long taxing mission this man will absolutely melt for you. He's willing to just lay back and let you do whatever you want to him. But if you're alright with him fucking your throat and use you like a toy for his pleasure, he'll eat you out for hours if you want.

Seriously, he won't stop until you tell him to.

P = Pace (are they face and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.): As stated before, it depends on the mood. There are different sides to sex, and in his eyes and just sticking to one is like going to a buffet and just putting a single thing on your plate.

Why not indulge in all of it?

Some days he wants to fuck you hard and fast. The kind of sex that leaves you aching for a week. Bruised and walking around with a limp, a reminder of what he did to you. Of how good he made you feel. The way you gasped and keened and whimpered like a mindless little thing whose sole purpose was to feel pleasure and to please him.

On the other hand, he wants you to feel loved and cherished. You were the first to make him fall in love. Sure, he's had a few crushed over the years, and at one time in the past he did think he was in love. Hell, maybe he did love them. Back when he was young and regularly fishing off of the docks of a quaint town in Portugal, snatching bread off of carts that were parked along the main street. But they left him to survive. Marrying into a family to survive.

He couldn't blame them despite the hurt.

But now he has you.

And you didn't reject the love that he displayed, in fact you went after it. You chased it even when he was too scared to. Scared of what it meant. The consequences of it. You pursued ahead. You fought.

So, he'll slow. He wants you to feel it. All of him. Every inch, every part. Every hideous side of him that may be alien, despite the fear he may feel. You accepted it all.

The Earl, the Noah, Joyd, him. You accepted it all. Not without challenge but you would fight for him despite your reservations.

He'd do whatever you wanted.

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): He's a whore for a quickie. Admittedly he does appreciate it whenever he's free to take you apart piece by glorious piece and leave you a shaken mess. But he's also pressed for time. He is rarely able to indulge in his time with you without the fear of being called to hunt down an Exorcist for the Earl or to assassinate a political rival that may jeopardize his brothers standing.

He's always trying to fuck you if he has to opportunity and you're willing. It may be the last time for a long time that you two can be together. He wants to take advantage of that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.): He's willing to take a risk. As long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable or unravel all of the efforts that his family has made then he's pretty much sold.

As long as the stigma is just attached to him then he'll even fuck you at a fully packed soiree. He doesn't care. He really doesn't care if his social standing is stained. In fact, he welcomes it with open arms despite his brother's protests.

But God forbid someone bad mouths you or spreads rumors. They'll probably be found dead from "mysterious circumstances".

But yes, as long as no true impactful harm befalls you, he's down for just about anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?): His stamina is insane.

As stated, marathon sex is definitely a thing. He has fucked you to the point of unconsciousness. And if consented he will continue to use you while you're no longer awake.

His libido is wild. It's honestly one of the many reasons why he way hesitant to get in a relationship in the first place. He didn't know if he'd be able to find someone that would be able to keep up with his drive. And he doesn't mean that to be cocky, it comes from a place of actual concern.

He's insatiable. He'd like to blame it on his inner Noah, but the truth is that he's been like this since he's started having sex.

His mood plumets if he goes without you for too long, so once he's finally able to have you he's insatiable. He'll be your shadow once you're finally reunited, following you around like a lost puppy until you're somewhere isolated enough for him to snatch you up and have his way with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He doesn't need them to get you off. He knows that. You know that. But he can't deny that they're fun.

Nipple clamps, anal beads, vibrators, butt plugs, a spreader bar, whatever you like he can use to his advantage. Toys are allies not enemies.

Want him to use something on you and he absolutely will. He'll wreck you with it. Leave you a crying mess, muscles seizing and gripping at the sheets in hopes of orienting yourself. He doesn't care.

You have a toy? It doesn't matter. it's nothing for him to be insecure about. It's a tool not a replacement. You have a favorite dildo that you like, it's okay he'll exploit it.

It's nothing compared to him.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?): Oh-hoho, he loves to tease. To tease you as much as you tease him, whether it's completely intentional or not. He'll edge you for hours if you let him. Please let him!

Slurping at your cunt and moaning into you, sending sweet vibrations up the walls of your pussy. Holding you close by your thighs and basking in the way that you grind your sloppy pussy against his face. Sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth until you're on the edge of ecstasy and tearing himself away at the last second.

It's as painful for him as it is for you.

He gets off to the way you cry, the incoherent moans of protest, the way you beg him to just let you cum. He loves it all so, so much!

Please grip him by his hair and grind yourself onto his face. Please stimulate your clit on the point of his nose. It takes everything for him not to thrust down against the bed like a dog in heat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): If he's in control then his groans might be subdued, short and sharp. He wants to be the one that has reins on the situation, and he doesn't want you getting the upper hand, no matter how good you feel to him. He's the boss right now and he doesn't care how much of a brat you're being or how long it may take to remind you he's the one that holds your pleasure in the palm of his hands.

The sounds that you get out of him are clipped and guttural and low.

But when he's desperate and hungry for you he's whinny, uninhibited moaning into the air like a common whore. And you love it. He loves it.

Unless you're inclined to gag him, the entire country will be privy to how desperate he is for you.

W = Wildcard (a random head cannon for the character): It's nothing crazy that you probably haven't already assumed, but before you he has turned to prostitutes to quell his sexual desires. It's nothing that you hold him guilty for of course, but he appreciates it, nonetheless.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):He's a little above average, about 6 inches (15.24 cm) when he's hard. Uncircumcised.

He has two veins, one that runs along the side of his cock and another less prominent one that runs underneath and fades just before reaching the head of his dick.

Lightly suck on them or trace them with your tongue and it's an easy way to get him worked up and breathless.

He's on the thicker side. No matter how many times you take him, when he splits you open there's always a bit of a stretch. Not enough to be painful, but it never fails to build a delicious ache inside as he fills you up inch after inch until he's settled deep at the base.

Y = Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?): I'm sure that you've gathered by now that his libido is off the chain. If he hasn't had it in a while, he gets irritable and whinny. Honestly from an outside perspective, it's almost pathetic how ornery he gets without sex. All sharp remarks and unforgiving sarcasm.

He's looking for an excuse to fight at this point, which can be unusual considering that he can be forgiving towards rivals that he isn't required to mark (i.e., he was willing to give Daisya Barry and out as he was not on his list, but the Exorcist prompted a fight with him regardless and Tyki then took his life).

But when he's strung out and desperate and you're unable to see each other it's the enemies that cross his path that suffer. He doesn't tell you this. He doesn't want you to feel guilty for their deaths. The way that he played with them like a barn cat with a mouse.

It's not your fault.

The yearning he feels that he has to stave in off with violence. That it's the only way to even get a sort of emotional release that even nudges the sort of relief he feels when he's with you.

He's always missing you. No matter what. if you're apart, you're on his mind. He craves you constantly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?): He can fall asleep fairly quickly if he doesn't have a need to stay awake afterwards. He's typically tired afterwards after weeks apart.

He'll force himself to stay awake if you're hard pressed to get clean afterwards. But as soon as your wiped clean and settled he's out like a light. He has a lot on his plate, between keeping up with orders from the Earl, maintaining his relationships with Momo, Eeze, Clark without suspicion and keeping you satisfied without feeling like your relationship is excluded the man is spread thin.

All he wants to do afterwards is lay back and pass out with you in his arms.

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fionajames · 7 months

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two times newly knighted.

hello everyone, hope you've had a good day or night so far! this is sort-of hurt/comfort for anakin and obi-wan.

@lovejoysoots this is not as fluffy as you might hope, but have a dose of ur favs :)

enjoy!

Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes for what felt like - and might very well have been - the hundredth time as he tried to make sense of the words on the datapad in front of him. In the room ahead of him he could hear Anakin’s soft snores. He glanced at the chronometer again and could barely make out the time: 3:52am.

It wasn’t the first time he’d pulled an all-nighter in an attempt to make sure he knew what to teach Anakin - his newly made Padawan, that still felt weird - but now his lack of sleep was catching up to him.

The Knight - not Padawan, he reminded himself constantly - made his way to the kitchen to prepare his dozenth cup of caff, desperate for the energy hit. Usually he’d have it black and times like this, but his mouth tasted foul and he needed something sweet.

Taking his caff with milk and sugar to the balcony, Obi-Wan stared out at the planet of Coruscant - at its busy streets and bright lights. He longed for the moon’s warm embrace instead of the fakeness of the lights surrounding him, and couldn’t help but think of Anakin - who occupied most of his thoughts right now - and how strange it must feel to be deprived so abruptly of the natural light.

Sipping his caff and leaning against the banistray, Obi-Wan’s unoccupied hand travelled to his right ear, grasping at the empty space where his Padawan braid used to dangle.

Used to.

“Master?” A sleepy voice called and Obi-Wan turned - abruptly but carefully - to see the familiar blonde boy peering up at him, rubbing sleep from his own blue eyes. Anakin looked so small as he stood - half-asleep - in front of the Knight.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan asked, unsure of what to call the boy. He could call him by his name but that seemed informal and calling him Padawan made the ginger want to cry. “Is everything alright?”

Anakin waddled to stand by his side and stood on his tiptoes to peer out at the city below. “Yes, I was just, uh, wondering if you were alright?” The ginger bit his lip as red veins creeped into the whites of his eyes. His bottom lip started to tremble as he desperately clutched the side of his robes, turning his knuckles white.

“Yes, Anakin, I’m alright, go back to sleep,” he spluttered after a second, wincing when his voice cracked with defeat and despair. The blonde hesitated, before nodding and heading back to his room.

As soon as Obi-Wan heard the door close, he fell to his knees, crying out quietly as tears collected in his eyes, burying his face in his hands. “Master, what am I supposed to do?” He whispered, staring through the gaps in his fingers out at the blurry lights. He cries for a while, thinking of Qui-Gon and clutching his chest as it aches in sorrow. He misses his Master, he isn’t ready to be a Knight, and in no way is he ready to have a Padawan.

“I can’t do this” he chokes out as his sobs inundate his body.

Obi-Wan spends hours walking the Temple, no destination in mind. He hopes it appears like he has somewhere to go, but he doesn’t. Anakin is in class and that means he’s alone.

Alone.

Until he isn’t.

“Obi-Wan,” he hears a voice greet him, and he instantly recognises it as Plo Koon’s. He has no idea that Plo is rather aware of how fragile Obi-Wan is at the moment, and knows that by calling him ‘Knight Kenobi’ he will break. Plo knows that all the boy needs is help and a hand, but it’s a matter of getting him to take that hand. “How are you doing?”

Obi-Wan desperately tries to collect himself in order to not shatter in front of the Master. “I’m fine, Master Koon.”

The Kel Dor smiles at him sympathetically. “I know that is a lie, and you know it yourself too.”

Obi-Wan is sure he hears the sound of his heart cracking and splintering into a million pieces, shards falling to ground and clattering. He chokes back a sob and Plo sees. “C’mon.”

The Kel Dor beckons him to his room - which is thankfully nearby - and even though Obi-Wan has never been inside the Master’s room, he’s too despondent to pay any attention to it.

As soon as Plo closes the door, a tear drops from Obi-Wan’s eyelashes and falls down his cheek, rolling down his neck and sinking into the fabric of his robes. Once a single tear has fallen, there is no stopping any more. Obi-Wan helplessly tries to wipe away his tears as they cascade down his face, until he freezes.

Two arms wrap around him warmly and the ginger remains rigid. Physical contact is rare for Jedi, hugs even more so.

But it’s all the boy wants at the moment, and so he wraps his arms around the Kel Dor as he sobs, comforted by the mere presence of the Master. “Shh, it’s alright,” Plo whispers softly to him, over and over and over.

Anakin throws another punch at the punching bag, sweat dripping from his forehead as he shakes out his brown hair. He’s drowned himself in training for the past week, hoping it will take his mind off of the young Togrutan Padawan who follows him around.

“I’m not ready for a Padawan,” he mumbles to himself again, blinking away tears. He won’t cry, he doesn’t have a reason to. Anakin wipes the sweat from his forehead and chugs down a bottle of water. “I’m not.”

He knows it’s not good to beat himself up like this, but he can’t help it. He’s only just been Knighted, been thrown into a war, and now he’s supposed to protect and teach this small child? He’s not ready for that.

Anakin mindlessly uses the Force to lock the door as he slouches down against the wall, running a hand through his hair. When his hand falls to his side, he can’t help but notice the black metal peeking out from underneath the glove, and he cries out in pain at the memory.

“Stupid me,” he yelps out as a tear falls from his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. Anakin brings his head forward and then bangs it against the wall, again and again and again. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

He does this until his throat hurts from crying and his head is bleeding, but doesn’t move.

How had Obi-Wan done it? Train him when he’d just lost Qui-Gon? How had he kept going?

Anakin doesn’t know, and he thinks he never will as he curls up in a ball. “I can’t do this.”

Padmé would yell at him if she saw him like this - beating himself up emotionally, mentally and physically. She’d berate him until he cried and then comfort him because she knew that was the only way to help him. Care too much and then comfort.

But Padmé isn’t here, and so he’s alone.

Alone.

Anakin stumbles out of the medcentre, face still feeling tear-stained even though the red is all visibly gone. Kix gave him the all-clear for his head after stopping the small cut from bleeding. Anakin almost wishes it weren’t so small. Almost.

“Anakin!” He hears Obi-Wan cheerfully call and he turns to his former-Master with a strangled and forced smile. The ginger’s grin instantly falls as he sees straight through the facade. “What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan tugs him into an empty room - neither have any idea what it’s used for, and that doesn't matter - sitting them both down on the floor. His worry is so clear on his features it makes Anakin want to cry even more. “What’s wrong, Anakin?”

“Master,” he chokes out, clutching the end of Obi-Wan’s sleeve like it’s a lifeline. “I’m not ready to train Ahsoka. I can’t. I’m under experienced and I’ve barely finished my own training, plus we’re in a war, I don’t think she should be fighting and-”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan’s tone is a soft coo and it catches his attention. “You are more than ready. Just because you’re newly knighted doesn’t mean you're under-experienced.”

The brunette’s face crumbles as he lunges forward and tackles Obi-Wan in a hug, so tight and desperate that he fears he might break the ginger, but he just returns it fondly.

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

Hope you all liked that!

Requests are open and I don't do just characters (for a heads-up)

@skellymom expect the request about my ocs done within the hour, and if not, im severely sorry but im working on it.

Have a lovely rest of your time!

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stormanbates · 1 year

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Turtle Tot Headcanon: Sleep

•Splinter had no trouble getting the turtles to sleep when they were tiny. They slept in a box with blankets.

•As toddlers, they pop right up and scream as soon as Splinter heads for the door.

•Splinter would get upset because Naptime was a chance to leave the lair for supplies.

•Each crib had a heating lamp attached to it.

•Each baby had a specific way of falling asleep.

•Raph needs his pacifier, at least 4 teddies (one for each member of his family for comfort), and had to have eaten lunch first, or naptime would get interrupted by a hungry Raphie.

•Leo needed a fresh diaper, a bottle of warm milk, and his blanket. He would constantly wake up and try to get back to playing. Sometimes he would wake up Donnie.

•Because Donnie is Autistic, Donnie's sleep schedule had to be consistent. He either sleeps from 8pm to noon the next day or he gets 3 hours of broken sleep (personal experience). He needed to put away his toys by size and color before naps or he would freak out and not sleep.

•Donnie HATES naps. Splinter has to drag him every step of the way. "I don't wanna take a nap!" was his first sentence.

•He would only sleep when Splinter gave him his bottle of flavorless juice, a stuffed bunny, and a teething ring.

•Mikey needed his dad to stroke down his nose, which knocks him out after a few strokes. He only needed his bottle to conk out.

•Raph would be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but will fuss if Splinter doesn't rub his back.

•Leo will only fall asleep if Splinter pats him on the bottom. He doesn't know why Leo likes this.

•Splinter has a Lou Jitsu nightlight in the nursery.

•Raph has the longest nap, whilst Leo had the shortest. Then comes Mikey, then Donnie.

•Even though he hates naps, Donnie is the hardest to wake up, because he gets cranky, but Splinter has to wake him up or he would never get to bed.

•Leo is always the first to wake up. He tries to be quiet, but he'll get bored and start playing with the dinosaur mobile or whatever toy he dragged into bed.

•Splinter always wondered how Leonardo climbed into his brothers' cribs, but won't crawl across the kitchen floor.

•Leo got his first time out when he decided to wake up Donnie by throwing a bottle at his head, making the tot scream.

•Mikey had a few night terrors, but outgrew them. Splinter thinks it was because they spent time on the streets, and nighttime was scary for the tots.

•Raph had to be woken up by a nudge.

•Leo decided at age 2 that "only babies take naps" and skipped naptime a few times. Every time he did, he would fall asleep at the dinner table. Splinter still has the photo of Leo fast asleep with his head on his dinner plate, with his spoon still clutched in his hand.

•Mikey's bedtime was 7pm, Donnie and Leo were sent to bed at 8:30, and Raph stayed up until 9:00, but he would also fall asleep at 8:45.

•Splinter had to tell them stories at bedtime. Usually, he would tell a story he "made up" about Lou Jitsu's adventures.

•Leo was the hardest to get to sleep. It was always "I want water", "I'm not sleepy", "I want another story", "I wanna sleep with you", "I need to go potty", etc.

•Mikey was the only one that still woke up throughout the night for milk until age 2. Splinter thought it was because he was lonely.

•If Leo wakes up in the middle of the night, Splinter takes him to the tv room and they watch tv until Leo falls asleep.

•When Splinter got them big boy beds, he cried because his babies were growing up.

•After they outgrew their cribs, Splinter saved one piece from each of their mobiles. Raph's was the tiny teddy bear, Leo's was the unicorn, Donnie's was the frog, and Mikey's was the piggy.

• It was a blessing in disguise that Splinter didn't have a job, because the boys kept him up, and he enjoyed snuggling with them in the morning, so he could catch a snooze.

• (True story that happened to me) Splinter felt relieved when he got cribs for his sons, but felt so guilty that first night without them. They all slept together on the streets, so that's why. And when the boys cried for their dad, he hit the ground running. Often, Splinter allowed his boys to sleep in his bed on nights they felt lonely, or if there was a storm. He liked feeling close to his babies. The boys liked it because they loved how soft, warm and snuggly their dad was.

•The boys loved pillow forts and often slept in them. They still do this as teenagers, but only when someone is sick or after a nasty villian beat down.

#rottmnt #rottmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt splinter #headcanon #rise donnie #rise raph #rise leo #rise mikey

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“Hello, Google.”

In which Google is commissioned by suits and brought to life by a dungaree.

[This is the first part to a two part, with the second containing Bing! So, look out for that when I get back to it!]

TW: cursing, capitalism

Pages: 14 – Words: 5,500

[Requests: OPEN]

If someone were to tell you that, by the start of the next month, you would be housing not one, but two socially inept, dysfunctional pieces of artificial intelligence, you would, first of all, ask them how they knew, and second, accept that it made all too much sense. After all, you were long into a project of yours that entailed everything along those veins.

Your mornings had fallen into habit; wake up, weigh the pros and cons of doing work that day, decide that bills were more important than a day off, and begrudgingly shuffle towards the door. The coffee was always slightly too hot, and the TV turned up slightly too loud, forcing you to collapse against the couch and lower the volume. You would pay barely enough attention to get the general grasp of the news, weather, and anything else that you deemed more deserving than your mug. You’d nurse it in delirious hands, hope to not spill it, and plan out the rest of your day.

This particular morning, you had a lot on your plate. Not only did you need to run the normal, practice tests, you were working on the next stage of development, which you affectionately nicknamed the ‘Oh-God-What-If-He’s-Mean’ stage, or O.G.W.I.H.M for short. The people who commissioned the project did not care for such a name, but this was your house, so it was your rules and poor naming system that they’d have to live by.

Cracking your back into the pillows, you groaned. Slim chance of getting down to the grocery store, then, so you’d be eating like a college student for the next day or so. You rose like the dead and made your way numbly to your kitchenette. After refilling your mug, you, admittedly stronger than you needed, yanked open the cupboards and shuffled through your meagre supplies. A half empty carton of juice, milk that should not have been in there, unsalted butter, and out-of-date crackers stuffed into the back.

They’d have to do. Nobody was watching, who cared what you ate? You didn’t, so you stuffed a couple in your mouth, regretted taking a swig of coffee immediately after, and started back to your room to change clothes.

Despite working in your own basement, you liked to keep a sense of formality down there. Separating work from life was a skill you’d cultivated in your university days, ever since you went a full week from seeing the sun and then keeled over from exhaustion. You liked to think you learned your lesson, and now, you tried your best to keep those two components apart.

With this in mind, you stripped yourself of your nightwear and replaced each item in quick succession. It wasn’t long before you looked the spitting image of a dystopian scientist, though you hoped that wouldn’t ring too true. It would put strain on your mortgage payments.

The tail of your lab coat swayed across tile as you stepped back into the hallway. Courtesy of your little Roomba, who was off somewhere in the house, no dust was collected, and you were free to descend the staircase to your basement.

As much as you liked the cutesy, pet-like designs of some robots, you had done a full 180 in how your project looked. For one, he was intentionally taller than you for the sake of reaching higher things, and he had to be built like an American army poster-boy to fit all of the wires and processing units. Playing favorites was not common for you, but you had to admit that he was your pride and joy.

The soles of your shoes clattered against the final step. Old wood creaked underneath the weight of you jumping onto the board. You’d done this so many times that you were surprised you were still standing upright, your foot not yet stabbed through with splinters. You shrugged; you wouldn’t stop doing it, but it was a nice thought.

The air in the basement was frigid, raising the hair on your skin and forcing you into pulling on thin gloves early. They were normally used for protecting against metal scraps and filings, but they were still gloves. The room had to be cool, either way, so turning up the temperature wasn’t an option. On the bright side, it added to the aesthetic, and robots couldn’t feel.

Speaking of robots, your trot down the first corridor brought you past a couple of locked rooms, one of which was primarily storage, and the one opposite a disposal unit for harmful chemicals. Both were relatively small, allowing the final room to span nearly all of the basement. You lodged the key into the slot, twisted it until a firm click rang through the air, and pushed open the door.

Home sweet home.

Everything was just as you left it, as it always was the day after and the day before. Trinkets were spread across shelves, counters on wheels were left haphazardly in walkways, and traversing the floor was akin to an old pyramid’s boobytrap. It was perfect, and the small smile on your lips grew tenfold when you came to a stop at your desk chair, itself situated before what appeared as a normal locker, if a bit spacious.

You tapped on the side, locating a small button that separated the panel into two doors. They spread out and collected into a thin slit where the hinges would have been. A cloud of smoke billowed out for dramatic effect, and you were sure there were stars in your eyes as you watched your project take a step forward.

You leaned back into the seat and propped your legs up on the side of the table, biting back a joking wolf whistle you were sure he wouldn’t appreciate.

“Good morning, Google,” you sang.

The android nodded back in recognition.

You weren’t a fan of naming him after the company who commissioned him, but that was the price to pay for keeping him at home – you would hate trapping anything conscious in the overly-bright, bustling warehouses, let alone the very person you’d been working on for the last six months. And by six months, you meant six months. There wasn’t a morning gone by that you spent upstairs because you were always running tests or fussing over wires or coming up with convoluted nicknames that the company despised. It was what you liked doing, and you would continue to do it until your contract ran out, and probably even after that.

“You know what we’re doing today?” You shook your laptop awake and opened the private log. Anything unofficial went in there, and, sooner or later, you would get to transferring the important stuff into files that the company would see. That meant a lot of inane ramblings between breakthroughs of code but rooting through for the information was far more entertaining this way.

Google didn’t reply to your question, and, instead, settled himself on the stool to your right; it was the only one he could sit in without crushing it. He looked as bored as he ever did, but that was to be expected for an android who had yet to be programmed emotions. It had been a goal for you for quite some time, but manual functions came first, according to your commissioners.

Waving away the thought, you typed in a few context clues for a less sleep deprived you to decipher later on and glanced up at Google.

“We’re teaching you how to talk.”

His eye lights flickered from a neon blue to faded gray, as if he had gone momentarily blind, but they popped back to life soon enough. Mechanically, he shifted his head to look down at you, giving you the strangest sense that his interest had been piqued. How, you had no clue, because ‘interest’ was not a concept you had coded him for.

You huffed into your mug of coffee and dismissed the confusion in favor of getting the morning tests done.

For the majority of the next hour, you ran through the routine of picking up blocks, moving them to secondary locations, jumping hard enough to cause a minor earthquake, the usual stuff. It was all getting kind of boring with how many times you’d been through the same motions, but he was definitely better than he had been at the start of the year. Back then, closing his fingers around a sponge was a chore, but, proceeding a manner of practices each day, sponges were a cakewalk. At some point, you had to buy weights stronger than your own to further his training.

From your desk, you watched him run through a gauntlet of meaningless tasks, buzzing with excitement to start on the code for speaking. The basics would be lines on a computer – the shape to move the mouth in to simulate speech and aligning them with vowels and consonants from the voice box – but Google would formulate the sentences that he needed. It was much easier than programming every word or phrase separately, and he would be able to adapt to consumers’ personal meanings without having to come back to your house every time.

A sigh forced itself through your lips. You’d almost forgotten that he’d be gone in the next month or so. Speech was the second to last phase, the final one being tasking since he was meant to be a domestic android. It was a shame that he would only be used for making dinner or moving bookcases or whatever the hell normal people did at home. A work of art to be mass produced as a private tutor for your failing sixth grade kid.

It wasn’t hard to spot your bitterness, and you weren’t about to hide it, anyway. If you wanted to, you could turn him into a spy device to get all the company’s secrets – but, you wouldn’t, because you couldn’t. Not for the sake of privacy, you didn’t give a damn about that, but because Google was, in a way, the closest friend you’d made since high school. You laughed to yourself at the small joke, though disappointment laced the undertones. A person your age should have had a myriad of people to hang out with, to hear about babies and spouses from, to lament your own, sad life to. However, here you were, barely paying mind to an intelligence you created in a lab standing right in front of you.

Oh.

You snapped to attention with a blink and shake of your head. One of the reasons you were so excited to teach him how to talk was so that you he could tell you what he wanted, instead of staring straight at you with an ever-disapproving deadpan.

“What’s up, Google?” you asked, lazily retyping the last string of placeholder ‘e’s into code.

He continued to stare at you.

You’d never been allowed pets in your childhood, and going to university meant you were too busy to take care of something breathing. Still, you were sure that this was how a cat would be, just looking at you, silently, and getting annoyed that you weren’t understanding its every whim. When you went to turn back to your laptop, an icy weight appeared to close the screen.

“Hey, if you wanna be able to talk, you have to let me program it.”

Although he removed his hand, that look in his eyes remained. It was worrying how he was able to convey emotion with such a blank gaze – or it was worrying that you interpretated any change in him as meaningful.

Either way, you weren’t going to be getting anything done with him fixating on you like that, so you placed your laptop on the desk and swiveled the chair to fully face him.

“So, you know we’ve been together a while, right?” That wasn’t a great start, but what else could you say? He, presumably, wanted to know why you were suddenly distant, and you didn’t want to come on too strong. “Six months, yeah? And, eventually, I’m gonna have to let you go, and- and I don’t want it to happen, but I’m on a contract, and if I keep you with me, there’s gonna be hell to pay on my behalf. You’ll be taken by force probably, and then we’ll both be worse off than if we broke cleanly…”

You wanted to let Google know what was going to happen, you really did; he deserved that, if not more. However, it was becoming an increasingly difficult task when he completely shut down where he was standing. The blue light in his eyes fizzled into a mushy gray like ice melting on a road, his head drooped slightly, and the vague whirring inside his chest quietened down. It was an annoying routine that he had developed since you’d drafted up the blueprints for another android, and you were always equally annoyed when you had to tease him out. Saying that, you had yet to figure out how to stop it at the source, so you didn’t exactly have a choice.

Heaving a sigh, you got up from your chair and tapped on his forehead. “C’mon, Google, you in there?”

When you received no reaction, not even a flicker of life in the irises, you shrugged, trying to exude an air of carelessness. It wasn’t your forté, but Google hadn’t been programmed with emotions yet, and you would take advantage of whatever you could to get on with your work.

So, beginning to walk away, you spoke, “Guess you don’t wanna learn speech today—” Behind you, the fans picked up again, ever so slightly humming to life with the spark in his eyes, “—that’s fine, we can always do it next week or—” And then you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder, the same touch that clearly showed he was holding back from swinging you into your seat himself. Hell, you only got, “There’s my boy,” out before he corralled you towards the desk. You conceded with a chuckle and returned to the laptop.

Yeah, you felt kind of bad for holding it over his head, but he’d have to learn, sooner or later, that he couldn’t just shut down whenever there was something he didn’t want to hear. That would be classed as a massive bug, and then it’d be your head on the chopping block. It was a whole song and dance that you didn’t want to deal with, so training out this behavior was top priority. It was rather, again, like dealing with a pet, soon likely to become a needy toddler.

To make that possibility come true, you stayed there for the rest of the morning and then some. The clock on your laptop showcased 3:47, which, for your sake, you hoped was the afternoon. The back of the chair had bent to the shape of your spine and Google had lost interest in watching you work hours ago. Currently, he was standing in front of his capsule, fiddling with a rubix cube, flipping the sides to all the same color, and then scrambling it again. Really, you might’ve taken it as an insult, considering that he’d been at this for three hours straight, but there was something more important on your mind.

That being the final line of code.

And, with the triumphant smack of an enter key that kind of hurt your pointer finger, the string had been entered, and Google’s voice box was fully functional. Normally, big updates like this would require him in his capsule, hooked up to a myriad of wires and tubes and the like, but, because the code was just syncing files, it was slowly trickled into his functions via the good ol’ internet. You were supposed to use this really expensive and, frankly, overly complicated website for the code to drip through for security, but, come on, what self-respecting spy is going to hack into a rando’s wi-fi to get at the way to say ‘a’ in different contexts?

So, ignoring the need to relay everything to the formal filing, project O.G.W.I.H.M was officially complete. A haze of euphoria flooded over you and clouded your vision as you spun to look at Google. He didn’t look up at first, but he quickly noticed the distinct lack of clacking on a keyboard and glanced towards you.

The manic grin on your face told him everything he needed to know; not missing a beat, Google jumped to his feet and settled onto his stool. It was the first time that you’d seen him with so much emotion, a picture that made your smile turn slightly more genuine and subtle. He was completely still in the seat, but his eyes stayed focused on you as you opened your mouth.

“Hello, Google.”

After the words took a second to process, an answer appeared to come to him.

“Hello.”

That was all it was – a simple, direct ‘hello’, and yet it sent you into a fit of excitement.

“Oh, hell yeah!” you shouted, having expected it to all crash down on you the second you thought it complete. But, lucky for you, it hadn’t, and it was working, and he could finally talk! You spun yourself around in your chair, too enthusiastic to notice Google’s own shifting expressions. It flowed from shocked, to confused, to happy. It seemed not even he knew what his voice would sound like in the open air.

In the midst of your little celebration, he simulated a cough and asked, “What is my prime directive?”

“Who cares!?” Your own words surprised you, but the giddiness was too overwhelming to care about that, either. The only thing that you caught onto in this moment was Google’s voice because – although you would probably never meet them – you wanted to thank the people who chose that voice sample for the android. It felt like it was vibrating through the metal and into the ground, like the warning waves of an earthquake.

Leaning forward in your chair, you perched your elbows onto the desk and laughed into your hands. You might’ve looked crazy to anyone else, but the project that had reserved so many of your thoughts was finally over, and that meant Google could tell you that you looked crazy, and not just make random facial expressions and hope you knew what he meant.

But you were getting ahead of yourself; there’d be countless bugs and tweaks to fix before you could call this completely finished, ignoring the further countless times you’d already announced that it was, so to the trial stage it was set.

When you looked back to your creation, Google was still looking at you, deadpan but with a quant glint of excitement swirling in his irises.

“Right,” you muttered, swinging yourself around to face him with your entire body, “your prime directive.”

A beat passed.

And then another, and then another.

Because there it was again. The preemptive, unnecessary, utterly useless sense of loss that caught your attention and kept it like a dog with a frisbee. It gnawed at you with dull teeth, slobber dripping down into your stomach to create a feeling as if you had already let him go.

Outwardly, you sighed and closed your eyes. All excitement had drained from you in a millisecond, leaving you disappointed.

“Your prime directive,” you repeated, “is to complete any and all tasks given to you by your assigned person or family unit, following the Laws of Robotics.” The pre-made spiel was simple and efficient, though it hurt to have to say it. It felt like you were stripping him of all autonomy before he could begin to express it – which, to be fair, you were, and it didn’t sit right with you.

Nonetheless, Google nodded, before asking, “Who is my assigned person or family unit?”

“Right now, that’d be me.”

He nodded once more, head dropping and rising for exactly the same time and distance as he had the first time. You shouldn’t have been put-off by this, he was a robot, after all, you had designed him as such, so why did it have you biting the inside of your cheek to see him like this?

You lifted a hand to close the laptop screen, and then placed it in the cubby below your desk. You’d reached an important milestone, you deserved to take a break. And what better way to spend that break than doing work? With that thought in mind, you glanced back up to the android. “Hey, Google?” you started.

“How may I assist you?” came his immediate response.

A disgruntled mood fell over you. He was almost too mechanical for you. You hoped this activity would stop that, or push it back, at the very least.

“How would you feel about watching a movie?”

At your proposal, Google’s eyes flickered over to you – and by flickered, they really flickered. The blue flashed near white as he processed the question, and quickly returning to the electrified irises you were used to, this time with a spark of grey swirling around. It appeared he’d found an answer when the spinning stopped and he opened his mouth to say, “Okay, I found this on the web for ‘How would you feel about watching a movie?’: first title, ‘Top Ten Movies for a Da—”

You cut him off there with a small laugh. “No, I meant you.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

Your attempts to put it bluntly went unheralded; Google’s eyes began to spin again, the dot going back and forth in time with the whirring of his fans.

“I am struggling with the concept of ‘want’,” he stated after a few seconds. “Can you elaborate?”

This was going to be harder than you thought. You assumed that the hard part was over when you’d coded in the voice files, but this was going to be more tedious than some lines of incompressible directives.

Carefully, you yielded to his request. “Would you… get happiness from watching a movie?”

And, with those simple words, the blob of gray reappeared and you found yourself rubbing your eyes in exasperation. How had it gotten harder to converse with him after he learned to talk?

“I am struggling with the concept of ‘happiness’. Can you elaborate?”

“Oh, aren’t we all,” you sighed, then sat straighter in your chair to almost meet his eyes. “Okay – to put it in terms you might understand – would you benefit from watching a movie?”

The second that the neon blue rings appeared again, you interrupted with, “My god, Google, we’re going to watch a movie, any movie, your choice.”

Maybe autonomy was something you’d have to teach him – it wasn’t something that you could code in like speech or movement, it was supposed to be unconditional independence. You would have to let him learn from the environment how to be himself, even if that meant years of training, like a cautious baby. A cautious baby twice your weight that could kill you with the flick of a wrist.

Okay, not a baby, then.

You had almost forgotten the matter at hand, until Google sputtered out, “I am struggling with the concept of ‘choice’—” and impatience forced you to intervene.

A curse ran out of you before you could stop it, but it wasn’t one that you tried to stop. You were tired, there was no doubt about it, and this was proving to be more difficult than you had expected or wanted it to be. Running a hand through your crazed hair, you sighed. Should you just try again tomorrow?

“I apologize if I upset you, it was not my intention.” Google’s apology, as stone-cold as it may be, flooded you with guilt over that last thought. You were going to show him a movie, even if it took all night. Not to mention, the formality with which he spoke had your mouth twinging downwards.

“No, no, you’re fine,” you muttered, “just… go back to that list of movies and tell me the first one.”

While Google returned to his last search, you shuffled to clear the space. This was enough for one day, and, at this rate, social skills were something you’d have to work on without code. Would he develop preferences, likes and dislikes, favorites? This was a whole other part of creating a, well, person that you hadn’t considered before, and neither had your commissioners. Speech was the final hurdle, or it was supposed to be, but that was quickly changing into only one of the last.

Eventually, when you had wiped down the metal desk, Google finished loading and answered, “’Titanic’, written, directed, and produced by James Cameron in 1997. Would you like to hear a description?”

You guessed that love would be the first thing to teach Google about, and, based on his reaction to happiness, it would be a journey.

“No, thanks, Google,” you chirped back, making your way to the lab’s exit. It was only when your android stayed put that you turned on your heel and glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you coming?”

“Should I?”

You nodded, and he immediately marched towards you, almost intimidatingly, but you trusted him farther than you could throw him. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be letting him into your living room, now, would you?

You directed Google to sit down with a light gesture and then crouched down to fiddle with the TV. You didn’t often watch movies or shows, too preoccupied with the very man behind you, so getting the thing set up might have taken a while, had it not been for your uncanny ability to be right all the time.

Or, possibly, the post-it note on the side that told you how to get to Netflix in clear, simple steps.

When you rose again and turned around, you were surprised to see Google still standing, staring straight ahead at the mirror above the television. You followed his eyesight, saw he was only looking at himself, if that, and offered, “You can sit.”

Google stayed standing.

“Alright, then.”

Slightly unsure of how to conduct yourself, you went straight to the couch and laid back into the cushions. The wooden legs whispered with strain, but your back had never felt so good. You really should do this more often, maybe you’d spend less time debating a chiropractor appointment and more time working, or perhaps that was part of the problem.

With one hand grasping the remote, you used the other to pat the fabric to your left. It took a ‘go-ahead’ look from you for Google to step forward, and one more tap for him to actually sit down. When he did, though, it was comical how far he sank into the cushions. It looked almost how a snake would if it was trying to wrap its mouth around food too big for its jaw.

You laughed to yourself and maneuvered the controls to Titanic. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Think of it as research for getting along with humans.”

You had told him to ask questions, and you’d meant it, but, boy, did he listen.

Not even two minutes after Jack and Rose had met did his voice ring out over the sound of swelling music and the characters’ dialogue. “Why would Rose stay with Cal?”

“Her mom expects her to,” you answered simply, pulling your leg up underneath you.

“Why would she go with Jack?”

You risked a glance in the corner of your eye; Google was looking straight forward, body completely straight and hands on his thighs. You’d think he was a soldier at inspection if he weren’t wearing a loose white shirt and jeans and watching a romance movie. You looked back to the TV.

“Because he is a way out from the control of her family and the surrounding class expectations,” you answered, and then considered the thematic approach, “or, they love each other.”

“What is stopping her?”

“Those same class expectations; they’re not easy to break.”

“Why?”

You sighed, not tired but wanting a way to make the most succinct response. It was difficult to surmise the last 2000 years of societal contributions and advancements and steps backwards in a single moment. If you had the time, you’d sign him up for choice college classes, but you didn’t have that. All you had was a robotics degree and the movie Titanic.

“In general,” you started, shifting to face him better, “the people in control are old, domineering, and benefited by the restrictions that keep everyone else in line. So, they don’t want people doing whatever they want – like getting into relationships with different classes �� because they’ll lose that control and the money and everything else that comes with being on the top. Rose has to stay with Cal because they’re of the same class, while Jack is lower class, who would provide her with freedom from their control.”

Honestly, you felt pretty proud of yourself. Efficient, precise and, not to blow your own trumpet, pretty damn accurate. The cushions behind wrapped around you with soft arms, and you resumed paying attention to the movie.

“What is love?”

“Uh…” That caught you off guard, leaving you defocusing from the screen. When you tried to answer, you only breathed in and out, slowly. What was love? If you had trouble explaining 1910’s culture, you were going to have one hell of a time figuring out how to explain the intangible feeling of love.

So, after floundering for some seconds, you simply dropped your shoulders and answered, “I don’t really know.”

Google stayed silent after that, only with a tilt of his head, while you were caught up with that question. You had created life, sure, but was it worth it when you didn’t even know how to explain a large part of it. You could list off all the types of love, but that wouldn’t do him any good when you could just tell him to look up the Wikipedia for it. It made it hard to concentrate on Jack and Rose’s flirtation, hard to concentrate on anything at all, so, huffing, you rose from the couch and started toward the kitchen. Google stayed seated, but his eye lights followed you as you walked in front of him.

Your journey to the fridge was nothing but a blur, the feeling of a can in one hand and a bag in the other didn’t even register until you were back in your seat, Google watching you again. It was… weird, to see his irises moving but not anything else. His chest didn’t even go up because he didn’t breathe, and he didn’t readjust when the couch sank beneath you. It put you off, ever so slightly, and had you furrowing your eyebrows.

“You know,” you muttered, placing the can on the coffee table, “just because we can talk now, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a personality, you- you don’t have to only take orders from me, you can do what you want.”

His head moved like an owl. Slow, deliberate, smooth. “Can you give me examples to base this off of?”

You thought for a second, and then answered, “Like if you’re not okay with being in a certain place, you can go somewhere else without being told to, or- or, if you don’t want to do something I’ve asked you to, you don’t have to do it.”

Vaguely, you heard Google’s fans pick up again, the closest thing he had to breathing. It almost made you laugh to hear him get as nervous as an android could be. “But that goes against my prime directive.” His voice was stern, tone verging on confused.

You spared another look at his face, to find that he was conflicted, the corner of his mouth tapered downwards only slightly, and the blue of his eyes deepened barely. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, let’s say that, when you are following my orders, the order to not do something that you are uncomfortable with supersedes anything else that I tell you to. Sound ‘within reason’?”

The worry that he was going to ask what ‘uncomfortable’ felt like welled in the bottom of your stomach – you’d had enough explaining of emotions for today, and that was a big one you’d rather not touch on for now.

Lucky for you, a simple nod was your response, and the feeling dissipated with it. Your shoulders fell again, the dialogue between Jack and Rose caught your attention, and a smile graced on your lips.

“Right, let’s keep going, if you want to.”

Another nod.

You settled into a more comfortable position, one that was, not that you were aware, ever so slightly closer to Google than when you had started. The movie flowed quickly through, your android asking more than a few questions over the course of the next hour. It was a new thing, a new experience, for the both of you. You hadn’t had a movie night in your life before, if this could be described as one, and you felt that it was going as well as it could, considering.

By the last minutes, music swelling and couples across the globe weeping, you found yourself with a grin on your face. Sad moment and all, but who cared? Not you, not now. And, looking back on it, you wished you’d treasured that moment more. If only you’d known the trouble that would come after it, you might’ve said something, done something. Or, even better, if you hadn’t done anything like that in the first place. It was a failure on your part to form an emotional bond with a robot.

But to err is human, after all.

[Hey, there! So, I'm not dead, surprise, surprise, but I'm here with a little explanation. In case you haven't seen my pinned post, the requests are now closed because I am starting my exams soon, and, now, they start tomorrow. Most of my energy is going into that, and the rest into maintaining a house and four pets. Hence, I'm going to be MIA until midway through June. Rest assured, I am still working on things, but I doubt I'll be able to get anything out until holiday breaks or the absolute end. But, after that, I am on it!

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the start of this shot, and sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger]

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