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risestarkiss · 4 months

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✨The Fashionista✨

Rise Ramblings #234

While watching “The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle,” I noticed something.

I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raph’s outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasn’t “in love with it, ya’ know.”

Suddenly, Raph declares “I’m a disaster!” Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. Huh…

Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.

Take a note of their outfit choices.

Raph tries on all of these fits and more.

Donnie’s first choice is a mild “no.” Leo’s choice is a hard “NO.” (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raph’s fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatello’s other pick for his brother.

So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. Hmm…

Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie “curtain reveal” moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that “perfect outfit, you know the one.” All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?

Then it hit me.

The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.

What if, bear with me, Donnie didn’t need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didn’t need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.

…or they figured out how to break Hypno’s spell before he could get a “curtain reveal.” BUT STILL-

Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.

(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)

To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a “black tie” event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their “gansta look,” no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chef’s kiss!

But Don’s fashion sense doesn’t just shine in this episode.

In “Reparin’ the Baron” the boys go to Draxum’s apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice “Sunday Dinner” twin drip.

The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leo’s round collar, Donnie’s is angled, for Leo’s blue shirt, Donnie’s is white, For Leo’s light slacks, Donnie’s are dark. Blah blah blah. It’s so good!

Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.

Again, Donnie is Leo’s perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.

Donnie has “the eye.” I can go on and on with examples, but I’ve said all of that to say this…

In the future, we see that Donatello’s technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leo’s arm, Casey’s chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes on…

But, when Donatello from the past see’s Casey’s clothing from the future, he says this:

We know about the “Genius Built” brand. We’ve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didn’t just say “Genius Built.” He said, “Genius Built Apparel.”

“Apparel” is not a tech brand. “Apparel” is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.

This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of “Genius Built,” the tech company.

And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in “Insane in the Mama Train,” and there is a sewing machine in the house.

They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.

And here it is, right in front of us, Casey’s entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name “Genius Built Apparel.”

And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didn’t have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.

However, now that they’ve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.

Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. I’m sorry, but I have to call it...

Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ○○○○

Update: I've decided to make this concept into a mini-comic series!

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beskarandblasters · 3 months

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New York or Nowhere

Part six: It Was Always New York or Nowhere

Bodega Owner!Joel Miller x F!Reader

New York or Nowhere Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: We’ve reached the end for these two 🤍

Chapter summary: Joel breaks some terrible news at your apartment. A few weeks later, you reconnect at Beldro’s.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, angst, friend breakup, talks of Sarah’s death, dub con (reader has consumed alcohol), oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (sugar, sweetheart), praising, daddy kink, no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

It’s been hours since you called Joel and told him the news. You knew he just couldn’t just close up the store in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday. So you resigned to comb the streets of Brooklyn by yourself, searching for Ellie but to no avail. When you finally get back to your apartment, you slump down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Dozing off, your dreams are filled with Ellie, where she could be, and how scared she probably is. She’s never left Joel’s store up until coming to your apartment. She’s either lost somewhere or… and you don’t want to think about this but… she could have crossed paths with the wrong person. Before your dream can delve into that further, a knock wakes you up.

Groggily rising from the couch and opening the door, you find Joel. He doesn’t look angry or worried but instead like he’s about to deliver some bad news.

He holds up his hand and speaks first, saying, “Ellie’s fine. She found her way back to the store.”

“Oh, thank God,” you sigh. The guilt of the situation is still eating away at you but at least you can rest knowing she’s safe.

“But there’s something else I wanna talk to you about, sugar.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want to come in?”

“S’Alright. This’ll be quick.”

“Okay…”

“I think we need to slow down, sugar.”

“Slow down?”

“We’ve been movin’ too fast.”

“Oh… Alright.” His words hurt but somewhere deep down inside you, you know he’s right. It’s barely been two weeks since you first walked into his store.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t try again in the future, sugar. I just can’t right now.”

“Right…” you say, looking at the floor, “Let me get you her carrier.”

You turn and walk back into your apartment, blinking back tears. You grab Ellie’s carrier and hand it back to Joel. He takes it in his hand but grabs your chin with the other. Looking into your eyes before kissing you one last time.

“Bye, for now, sweetheart,” he says before disappearing down the hallway.

You close the door and immediately head to your bedroom, collapsing on the bed and trying your hardest not to sob over a man you’ve known for such a short time. But it was probably for the best, right?

The next morning you wake up with puffy eyes and a pounding headache. You replay yesterday’s events in your head, everything from the way Joel woke you up, getting ready for brunch, getting drunk, realizing Ellie was missing, calling Joel, and him letting you down gently in your doorway. You think about the window being open, how long it was left open… who opened it in the first place.

Jessica.

She wouldn’t do that on purpose, would she? But after all the shit she’s pulled lately, you wouldn’t put in past her.

Following your hunch, you pick up your phone, calling her as you get ready for work.

“Hello?” she answers.

“Hey, I just had a random question,” you say.

“...Okay?” she says, already getting annoyed.

“Why’d you open that window yesterday?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You don’t remember anything?”

“We got pretty fucked up yesterday,” she says defensively.

“Are you just deflecting?” you press.

“Nope,” she snaps.

“Mhm, I’m sure.”

“Are we done here?”

This is pointless. She’s never going to admit to opening the window on purpose. And you’re pretty sure arguing with her is costing you brain cells.

“You know what? I think we’re done here. You’ve been nothing but shitty to me and I’m tired of being your friend.”

“Are you fucking for real?” she scoffs.

“Yup. I am,” you say, hanging up the phone and flopping down on the bed. At least that’s over with. But you also don’t feel like seeing her at work so you pick up your phone and call out. Today’s a self-care day.

Four weeks later

It's been a few weeks since you last saw Joel at your apartment. You’ve avoided Beldro’s like the plague since then and neither one of you has called each other. You’re not sure when you’re supposed to pick back up with him, if at all. He said he wanted to slow down, not that he was done with you forever. He also never specified if you could see other people or not. You haven’t been anyway but what about him? Has he been fucking other women over the counter?

Probably not, the rational part of you says. But the anxious side of you tries to convince you that yes, he is fucking other women at his store.

Whatever, nothing you can do about it either way.

It’s a regular Wednesday morning. You’re heading to the subway stop by your apartment, about to make your morning commute. After swiping your metro card and passing through the turnstiles, you wait for the train.

Once it arrives you glance through the windows before it slows to a stop, not too crowded. You keep your head low and avoid looking at others like you normally would when you take the subway anyway. But once you sit down and look at what’s across from you, you see him; Joel with Ellie’s carrier. He’s looking directly at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey,” he says, putting his hand up.

“Hi,” you respond.

“Going to work?” he asks.

“Mhm. What about you? Where are you off to?”

“The vet. Getting Ellie microchipped.”

“Probably a good idea,” you chuckle.

The conversation falls flat, with both of you avoiding eye contact with each other. But for some reason, now feels like the time to ask him the question you’ve been secretly thinking about this whole time.

Why did he move to New York? He’s clearly not from here.

“Joel? Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“Why did you come here?”

“Like why did I move here?”

“Yeah.”

“Moved here once my daughter, Sarah, passed. She was fourteen.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Joel.”

You had no idea. He never mentioned her.

“S’alright. Happened a long time ago.”

“But why here? Why New York?”

“It was always New York or nowhere, sugar,” he says with a smile.

The train comes to a stop and he rises from the bench,

“Well, this is our stop. See you around, sweetheart,” he says with a wave.

He steps off the train, looking back at you one more time before walking out of the subway station. You think about what he said. It was always New York or nowhere. You have to agree with him.

Two weeks later

You’re at a bar with Charlotte and Nathaniel. The night is coming to an end but before you all decide to go home, you decide you need a little treat. Drunkenly stumbling out of the bar, you start to make the journey to the nearest bodega. Which, of course, has to be Beldro’s. As the green awnings come into view, Charlotte asks, “Are you sure? We can go somewhere else.”

“I’m fine, Char. We’re pretty much there already. I’ll be fine.”

She nods, letting you lead the way to Beldro’s. The bell on the door jingles as the three of you pile inside. Joel glances up from his… iPhone?! When did that happen?!

“Look who upgraded,” you tease.

“Good to see you, sugar,” he says, “And you two as well,” he adds, glancing at Charlotte and Nathaniel.

You stay at the counter as they grab their snacks, eyeing Joel up and down, taking note of how good he looks.

“How have you been? Noticed you’re down one,” he says, referring to Jessica.

“Yeah… We’re not really friends anymore,” you respond.

“Good for you. She seemed mean,” he says.

“She was,” you chuckle, “How have you been?”

Just as you ask, you feel Ellie circling your feet beneath you. You bend down to pick her up, holding her as you talk to Joel.

“I’ve been alright,” he says.

The small talk is… okay. But you really wish he was bending you over that counter again. Charlotte and Nathaniel return with their purchases but Joel doesn’t charge them.

“Someone’s feeling generous tonight,” you joke, setting Ellie back down on the floor.

“You gotta be sometimes,” he says, shooting you a wink.

Charlotte and Nathaniel bid him their thank you’s before leaving, waiting for you outside.

“Bye, Joel,” you say, walking to the door.

“See you around, sugar,” he says.

You take one final look at him before meeting your friends outside.

“You okay?” Charlotte asks.

“You know what? I am,” you say.

Just as the three of you start to walk away, you hear the door open followed by Joel’s voice saying, “Wait up!”

You turn around to find him hastily locking the door and heading over to you.

“Can I talk to you?” he says.

“You guys can go. You don’t have to wait for me,” you tell your friends.

“You sure?” Nathaniel asks.

“She’s sure,” Charlotte says smirking at you before waving goodbye and grabbing Nathaniel’s arm, leading him down the street.

“I’ve been thinking about us a lot, sugar,” he says, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah and… I’d like to try again… if you’ll still have me,” he says nervously.

You close the gap between you two and kiss him, something you’ve missed doing for weeks on end now. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. The kiss grows needier, more passionate by the second, evidence of how much you two missed each other.

“Come with me,” he says, abruptly pulling away and grabbing your hand. He leads you a couple of feet over to the cellar doors on the sidewalk. He unlocks them and opens them, gesturing for you to walk down the steps.

“You’re taking me to your basement? Never beating the creep allegations, are you?” you tease.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get in there,” he says, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.

You head down the basement steps, with Joel following behind you. He closes the doors and reaches for the light switch. The light flickers a few times before turning but it doesn’t do much to provide actual light. His hands are immediately on your body, palming your thighs and groping you over your dress. You let out a small gasp as his hand moves to your underwear, pulling the fabric back and snapping it against your skin.

“Get these off, sugar,” he says, sliding your underwear down your legs. He bends down and picks them up, stuffing them into his pocket. His hands immediately grab your hips and spin you around so you’re facing the stairs.

“Bend over for me,” he softly commands.

You do as you’re told, bending over and placing your hands on one of the steps. You feel him kneel behind you, pulling up your dress and hooking his hands around your thighs. He kisses the back of your thigh before bringing his face to your cunt, inhaling deeply and taking in your scent before dragging his tongue along your entrance. Your knees buckle underneath you as he eats you out, tongue swirling expertly around your clit. Your body shivers as the muscles in your core tense up in anticipation of release. You cum with his face taut against your cunt, his basement filled with the sounds of your mangled moans and whimpers.

“Good girl,” he says, kissing the back of your thigh again, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

He rises from the floor, giving your ass a squeeze with one hand while the other pulls his cock out of his pants. He rubs the head of his cock, against your sensitive cunt, teasing you as he talks to you.

“Stay just like this. You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” he purrs, pulling his cock away to gather your release on his hand. He spreads it on his cock before hooking his hands on your hips. He pushes into you slowly, cursing under his breath as he fully sheaths him inside you.

“Fuck, sugar. I missed this,” he says, drawing his hips back slowly and slamming into you.

A whimper escapes your lips, growing louder and incessant as he fucks you harder, reaching forward and grabbing you by the throat. He pulls you upright against him, never dropping the pace of his thrusts.

“That’s right. Take daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he says.

You’re unable to form a complete sentence, letting out nothing but a string of cries, whimpers, and moans. Your walls tense up in preparation for your orgasm. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes, your thoughts filled with nothing but Joel and his cock pounding into you.

“Gonna cum for me, sugar? Let me feel it,” he says, his grip around your throat tightening. You cum for a second time, feeling your release spill out of you, soaking his cock and running down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he curses, coming inside you with the head of his cock buried deep inside you. The pace of his thrusts grows sloppier as he fucks you through your release and his. But once he feels himself go soft, he pulls out of you and pulls you close against him, kissing the nape of your neck.

“I missed this. I missed you,” he admits.

“I missed you, too. So much for taking things slow,” you chuckle.

“Fuck going slow. It’s for the birds,” he says, absentmindedly kissing your neck up to your ear.

“So you want to try again?” you ask.

“Was that clear enough?” he laughs.

“Shut up, old man,” you laugh, “When did you get an iPhone by the way?”

“Last week. Thought of you when I got it. Figured you’d give me shit for it.”

“Give you shit for it?? I’m overjoyed I can actually text you now,” you tease.

“Text me all you want,” he says, kissing your neck one last time before letting you go, “Let’s get out of here, though.”

“Where to?”

“Your place, if you’ll still have me. I’ll bring Ellie.”

“You know I could never say no to her, Joel,” you say, walking up the steps back to the sidewalk. Joel locks the door and lets you back inside the store, scooping Ellie into her carrier before locking up again.

You back to your apartment hand in hand, feeling like all is right for once– down a shitty friend and back with your man (and his cat) by your side.

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