In your teenage mecha ninja turtles fic what's all of the main 6 doing with their lives? Are Donnie and April just collecting degrees and being geniuses? Are Leo and Usagi making use of dimensional skype calls? I'm so pumped to hear what you think they're doing.
In this fanfic of mine, the main six have all aged as well as six human/mutant disasters possibly can, and this is what my version of things has them doing:
April and Donnie started a company together once alien/mutant rights were established; the company is O’Neil laboratories and majority of their work is in sciences that no one else for a long time could even comprehend. Very world changing stuff. Donnie is mostly only involved with the scientific portion of things, he remains the top scientist and likely will even after death, while April is a tiny devil in a suit that continues to crush their competitors/saboteurs under her fist. She might be pushing ninety, but she is A) still a kickass kunoichi, and B) the most powerful psychic this side of the galaxy, possible in all the known universe. She’s a scary as hell old battle ax, and Donnie is a grumpy old codger. They live together for convenience and because they’ve remained best friends their whole lives.
Casey and Raph got restless around sixty or so, and ended up becoming travelers. Like, inter-dimensional and universal travelers. When they’re on earth Casey and Raph spend most of their time crashing at April and Donnie’s place, but otherwise make their way through dimensions and galaxies as they feel like it. Traveling with them is typically Casey’s daughter, Shadow (they couldn’t stop him from giving her that name, trust me they tried), who is buff, stubborn, and too much like her uncle and dad. Their time spent on earth is getting longer lately, since they’re really getting up there in years, but they remain the hellraisers they’ve always been.
Leo is a bit of a drifter on earth, moving between his siblings and friends and spending months on his own wherever he ends up next. Occasionally he’ll visit other dimensions, like Usagi’s, which has always felt like a home to him, but he likes earth best of all. He spends the most time in Japan, partially because it’s where his father was from, partially because he just prefers the culture and atmosphere of the country. Once they were really done their wars and battles, he hung up his mantle as a sensei and leader and retired for good. A lot of bad stuff happened to them over the years, and his choices directly led to some of those things. They’ve all got issues like that, even years later, but Leo feels the weight of them the most at times.
Him spending time with Karai and her wife Shinigami helps with that, since Karai’s role as the Godmother of the Foot clan is hardly an easy one. Her popular saying is that her daughter Pimiko will have to cremate her before she lets go control completely. They basically spend a lot of time being meddling meddlers and showing the current generation of crime bosses they still got it.
Mikey is the only one who remained in New York, but sometimes still goes to stay with one of his siblings/friends or goes on a road trip with Raph, Casey, and Shadow (and whoever she’s dating at that moment). Home sweet home is where he’d rather be though, even if Donnie keeps telling him he should at least buy a real house. (Mikey still prefers living off the grid, and this has resulted in Donnie and April putting money into creating a new lair for him. One they admittedly also really love being in, same for everyone else in their family. They’ve come so far from who they were as teens, but sometimes they just gotta go back to where they started.) He ends up semi-adopting his four ‘turtles’ one by one, and eventually becomes the Hamato who follows in Splinter’s steps. He’s pretty proud of himself for that and he loves all his kids down to his old bones.
Family reunions are a huge mess, since the Hamato clan has gotten pretty large over the years, but they make sure to have one every few months regardless. Family is a precious thing, and they’ve all got the lingering feeling that one of them could disappear at any time if they’re not careful. The whole process just gets even more chaotic now that Mikey has kids too, and honestly the idea of them all being wrinkly old hellraising veterans together is an excellent one. Especially now that the next generation is there to learn from them all.
Gay people used to have their own bookstores and cafes but what happened was capitalism. Do you go to a local coffeeshop or do you get Starbucks? Do you buy your books from Amazon or Barnes&Noble instead of looking for a small business? This is why all those places disappeared. Most LGBT centers have gay choirs, though, they're just not skewed young to the queer community.
GOOD POINT ANON! There are few Gay Bookstores left, A LOT have gone out of business in the last few years. They all sell books, movies, gay flags, etc. and almost all of them are now combined with something else to survive: bookstore + coffee shop, bookstore + sex shop, bookstore + art shop, gay books + feminist/women’s books. Almost of all them have free dating nights, parties, book readings, book signings and other events where you can meet lesbian and gay people. Follow them on FB, IG and Twitter to keep up with their events. If you can’t actually go to any of these stores, please support them by ordering something from them online. We need to keep our places open!
After entering your third trimester, you had finally decided to take your friends up on their offer to babysit their infant daughter. Whether they were actually trying to give you some “practice for motherhood” or saw an opportunity for a free sitter on date night, you’d never know, but you hoped to make the best of the situation. Or that was before Little Anna had started crying endlessly.
You tried everything possible to get her to stop fussing. Changing her, rocking her while singing softly and not to mention trying to feed her a bottle dozens of times. You couldn’t help but feel incapable after she was still sobbing her eyes out hours past her usual bedtime.
“Babe,” Derek called to you in concern from the front door after returning from researching with the pack. Your husband hadn’t been expecting any crying children in the house until the arrival of his own little pup, so the scene of his tired wife carrying a fussy baby while still swollen with his child was troubling (although he had to admit, a slightly heartwarming scene he hoped to see again in the future). It was only after he stepped closer that he realized the baby belonged to Y/N’s friends.
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Sorry for the title, I’m aware it sounds like a terrible cooking show. I usually take my writing pretty seriously, so I took this as a chance to joke around more and try to write some fluff for you all since that seems to be something I rarely do. This was a lot of fun to write, I hope you enjoy! x
Summary: Cooking dinner with Matthew.
I stood in the doorway, lightly swaying while I waited for my eyesight to come back after I’d stood up too quickly from the couch. It had been one of our rare lazy days and while I normally enjoyed relishing in the pure nothingness we had planned, sleep seemed a little more appealing and I ended up falling asleep on Matthew during our movie. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times before Matthew’s backside came into view. He wore a thin white t shirt that clung loosely to his body, along with a pair of red plaid pajamas pants. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and raising my hands to rest against his chest, playing with the loose fabric. I laid my cheek against his backside and let my eyes flutter shut, humming in content.
“You smell nice.” I commented.
“Well, I did just shower.” He chuckled.
“Well, you smell nice.” I murmured, muffled by the t shirt. I twirled little pieces of the fabric between my fingers, my fingertips just barely brushing against his chest because of the height difference. My fingers lightly grazed the fabric as I brought my hands down to rest on his torso.
“Did you have a nice nap, my love?” He hummed, not turning around, assuming he was busy with the task at hand.
“The best.” I nodded, nuzzling my cheek into his backside.
“Well, would you like to help me cook dinner?” He asked, finally turning to face me. One hand making its way into my hair and the other placed on my lower back.
“Mhmm.” I nodded.
“I was making pasta tonight, alfredo sound good?” He asked. I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest as he looked back down at me.
“Sounds good.” I agreed.
“I’ll start to cook the pasta if you would be so lovely as to grate the cheese?” He asked, holding my hands up to his lips.
“You don’t need to get all pouty.” I chuckled before nodding.
“Just being appreciative.” He said, pressing a quick kiss to my hands before letting them fall back to my sides.
“Go start the water.” I chuckled, turning to the refrigerator.
“So bossy.” Matthew huffed dramatically, earning a small laugh from me. I pulled out the different types of blocks of cheese and set them onto the counter top before going to search for the cheese grater.
“I assume you’re looking for this?” He asked, holding it up just a little past his head.
“May I please have it?” I asked, batting my eyelashes once.
“That’s not very convincing.” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Matthew, can I please have the cheese grater?” I asked.
“Well, I’m not going to just give it to you.” He mused.
“What is it that you want?” I sighed.
“I want one free date night. Whenever, wherever I want. You have to drop everything and we go.” He said, allowing myself to let out a small chuckle. It sounded like a sweet idea, but I didn’t like the unpredictability.
“Try again.” I replied.
“Alright, I would like one kiss, though.” He said, leaning down and puckering his lips, still holding the cheese grater high above his head. It reminded me of kissing under a mistletoe, but far less endearing. I chuckled, leaning forward and briefly pressing my lips to his, letting my lips linger against his as I reached up and took the cheese grater from his hands.
“Thank you.” I grinned before turning around to continue the task I had tried to start earlier. I heard him let out a small laugh from behind me as he went to tend to the pasta. After about five minutes in silence, Matthew spoke up.
“Its too quiet in here, talk to me.” He said.
“Well, what would you like to talk about?” I asked, glancing to my side.
“Anything, tell me about your day.” He shrugged, the sound of the spoon lightly being tapped against the edge of the pot punctuating his sentence.
“We spent the day together, you know how it went.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“Well maybe I just like listening to you talk.” He spoke, I didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling.
“God, you’re cheesy.” I mused.
“Was that supposed to be a pun?” He asked.
“Shut up.” I laughed, shaking my head. I continued with my task before feeling two hands placed around my waist, just pressed slightly forward to rest his fingertips onto my stomach.
“I like listening to you talk, even when you’re telling me to shut up.” He whispered, his lips right beside my ear.
“If this is meant to be romantic, you’re not doing a very good job.” I teased.
“I’m showing you my admiration.” He spoke, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck.
“You know how you can show me how much you love me?” I asked as I spun around, resting my hands on his shoulders.
“Hmm?” He hummed, leaning forward.
“Go start the ingredients for the sauce. I’m almost done with the cheese.” I replied, causing him to shake his head with a small grin on his face.
“Give me kiss.” He said, once again pouting his lips out as far as he could get them. I copied his actions and pressed a light kiss to them. I pulled away, only for him to tangle one of his hands into my hair and lightly hold the back of my head, pressing two quick kisses against my lips. I smiled as his lips stayed against mine before pulling away, knowing one of us had to keep track of the time of which foods were being cooked.
“Go cook.” I laughed, tapping his nose with my finger.
“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, finally releasing me as he went to start the sauce. I finished up with the cheese and carried the bowls over to the opposite counter where Matthew was at. I set the bowls down and hugged him from behind. Nuzzling my cheek into his back now that my work was done.
“I didn’t think cooking with you would mainly consist of pulling you off of me.” I spoke, feeling his backside lightly shake as he let out a laugh.
“Kind of the opposite right now.” He mused, glancing down at my arms that were wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Well, you know those cute cooking scenes in movies? Or literally anything involving romance? The whole ‘Haha, look I put flour in your hair, now I’m going to smear frosting on your face and make a comment about how sweet you are’ kinda thing?” I rambled, my hands making motions as I spoke.
“Go on.” He nodded.
“I imagined it more like that. I don’t know what I could possibly do with a bowl of shredded cheese.” I shrugged, relishing in his warmth.
“Please don’t come up with any creative uses for the cheese.” He chuckled, earning a laugh from me in response.
“I’m perfectly content like this.” I murmured.
20 minutes later and curled up back on the couch, each with a bowl sat in our laps. I leaned against Matthew, stabbing the pasta onto my fork as I watched whatever it was that Matthew had put on the television. The term “watched” is used loosely. It was more like just playing in the background while I focused on Matthew and our dinner.
“Good?” Matthew asked around a mouthful of pasta, glancing down at me.
“Very, very good.” I nodded, taking a bite.
“Would you like me to make some comment about how this pasta’s not as sweet as you?” He mused.
“I think I’m good.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“This could’ve been such a train wreck.” He commented as he took another bite.
“I’d be concerned if we couldn’t even make dinner together. I’m proud of us.” I replied.
“We did good.” He nodded.
“We should try baking next.” I suggested.
“We don’t need you outranking the frosting in sweetness.” Matthew chuckled.
“It was one joke, leave it alone.” I groaned, a small smile tracing my lips.
“But I wasn’t joking.” He smiled. I glanced up at him to see him already smiling back down at me, seeming to have lost all interest in his dinner and whatever movie it was that was playing. I chuckled and shook my head, staring down at my bowl.
My third (gluten free) date night dinner! This one was a tough sell for David but he surprised himself both by how much he liked it and how full he felt after! Personally, though, I knew I’d love this meal haha! With so many amazing spices (not to make it spicy, just spiced) and rounded off with fresh cool mint tea, it was right up my alley- and it’s vegan! This was the easiest date night meal to pull together so far and start to finish the whole thing was ready in just 20 minutes!