#Come back Leonardo everyone IS nice!!!

[languajix]

"Hey, no, wait-" Mike said, and the notebook creased a little in his tight grip as he hopped behind to follow Leonardo, babies in the sling squeaking a little at every bounce (El, Lee, and Angie in delight, Dee in consternation.) "It's okay!"

(He turned back to the Michelangelos with a quick promise - he'd be back!! With a dramatic swish of his cape, because he could.)

Here's the thing about Mike: he was cringe and free.

On purpose.

He could feel embarrassed about his interests, for enjoying playing dress-up, for his memes and his relentless optimism in the face of things that were all kinds of awful and bad and sad.

But he'd spent long enough struggling in the dark that he was determined to cling to every good thing he could find. Jump feet first into the silly stuff that brought him joy. Reach out and grab every last wispy, barely-there thread of hope. Dress up like a superhero, because superheroes were cool and also he was one, and that was something to be proud of.

He followed behind Leonardo, keeping a little bit of distance so he wasn't crowding him, but close enough that he didn't have to shout. "Did I tell you I'm Turtle Titan? A member of the Justice Force? Well, I'm only on shift a couple days out of the year, because I'm kind of busy, but still. I am on the world-ending events phone tree. I've got so many stories to tell!"

He paused. Changed tactics. "...and I don't know if you heard my whole speech back there, but I need a little help, and since you guys have been so nice, I thought it'd be worth asking! I'm working on a Turtle Titan comic, limited-run. He's dropped into another dimension by his arch-nemesis, and I need some supporting characters. Superheroes, for one. Civilians. News reporters. Gotta fill up the world somehow, right? And if you had any ideas for a superhero, something you'd be willing to let me borrow for an issue or two, you'd be helping me out a lot. But only if you want to."

If Leonardo wasn't going to take Mike's metaphorical outstretched hand, he'd go back to the Michelangelos alone and at least get the lowdown on that Dashing Spark dude. Mike loved hearing people talk about their hero alter egos and fictional characters! But it didn't feel right leaving Leonardo out of it, when he had seemed so excited. It was worth at least this one shot, first.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Fashion time! Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

"Hello again!!" Michelangelo waved as soon as they came across their counterpart- the cat in the bowl he was holding let out a happy meow too. He, Mikey and Icecream Kitty had been walking around in matching panda hoodies- they were comfy, leave him alone- searching for something to dress Kitty in when Mikey appeared.

"Babies!" Mikey immediately squealed, and waved. Ah. Right. Raph had told him about the babies Mike had been carrying. Aww. Though the costume Mike was wearing quickly caught his attention- a smile growing on his face once the oldest one explained.

"I have a whole story on the Dashing Spark if that's anything?"

"Who?" Mikey looked at him. Michelangelo shrugged.

"A hero I made... along with his sidekick." He grinned, and held out the bowl. Icecream Kitty meowed, holding up her paws and striking a pose. "Only the bestest sidekick ever! The name is a work in progress."

"Hmmm..." Mikey thought. "...We always used to play superhero when little, but that was just Lou Jitsu. Uhh... the villain was original though! But that was Donnie's evil scientist guy."

"We can make you a character!" Michelangelo declared, Kitty echoing his sentiment. Mikey grinned.

"I want a cape."

"You can have a cape."

"Mikey?" Both turtles looked behind them when they heard Leonardo call- huh. He seemed to be wearing some sort of blue kimono. It suited him. Though Leonardo looked lost. "Have you seen mini-me, he disappeared- oh. Hello Mike." He waved.

"Leo ran off to the costume section."

Leonardo shuddered. Ah. Great. The slider would have more stuff for him to try. Wonderful. "...So I need to hide again."

"You can hang out with us!" Michelangelo invited him. Mikey giggled, looking between them.

"Other me- us. Uhm." He looked confused, before shrugging. "Is making a comic."

"That sounds nice." Leonardo stepped towards them, and booped Kitty's nose. She purred. "About...?"

"Super cool characters!" His brother said. "Turtle Titan? He's one of the most amazing bestest coolest ever to exist superhero-"

As soon as the word 'superhero' came out of Michelangelo's mouth, something in Leonardo seemed to change. He cut him off, immediately smiling oh-so-bright with a goofy smile, eyes sparkling as he squealed.

"SUPERHEROES?!"

"..."

Shocked, the others stared.

Leonardo seemed to realize- his smile fell, and he cleared his throat, suddenly his usual calm again. He.... hadn't meant to get so excited.

"I mean. Uhm." He turned red, looking away.

...

He turned around, and left.

Both Mikey and Michelangelo burst out laughing, his brother immediately calling after him. "Leo, no!" Michelangelo snickered, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "Dude, its okay- Come back!"

He had forgotten his older brother loved heroes even more then he did.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[mar-iiposa]

prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

[hotheadedhero]

All That's Left

There's routine and there's getting used to change. Some are quickly adaptable but, depending on the circumstance, it isn't always that easy.

Leonardo x Reader

Warning: angst

Being a ninja has its perks: one can evade the eyes of man whilst making way to their destination. However, even with such skill, moving through the night is more optimum, especially for Leonardo. Shifting over buildings and hiding around dumpsters is one thing but more open areas are difficult to navigate whilst adhering to the element of stealth. Luckily, the elements are in his favour: the downpour of rain shielding him by both sound and sight. He isn’t typically one to go to such lengths to get to one place unless it’s in the name of a mission but this has become a routine as of late. He does it as frequently as he can given his circumstances but it never feels as though it makes up for all of that lost time. By now, he knows this path like the back of his hand: sneak past ground watch, jump over the gate, and take the fifth walkway from the left. A few more paces and he’s made it. His observance is dim but his lips pull as best as they can at her sleeping form.

"Hey," he greets quietly. "Sorry, it’s been a few days since my last visit."

Despite the blank, paling face that stares back at him, his smile remains. He lays the flowers down and kneels before her.

"I would have brought everyone else with me but I decided to be a bit selfish today. Just the two of us. I hope that’s okay.”

Again, silence follows and he readjusts his sitting position to get comfortable.

"Things have been quiet lately," he continues, his eyes absentmindedly gazing over her bed. "I'd say it's a nice change but I wouldn’t mind the distraction."

He huffs a laugh and his head cranes towards his shoulder before straightening again. The gentle pierce of his brown stare wanders over the rest of the cold space that surrounds them. Despite having come here for the last two months, there’s still something new to look at. He remembers when he first heard of this being her new residence and how long it took to adjust. Often, he still finds himself heading towards her old apartment out of muscle memory. 

"I know it probably sounds like a broken record at this point but everyone misses you. I… miss you.” 

There’s a grasp on his throat, a squeeze that only tightens the more he tries to fight it. He swallows past the restriction, mouth dry, tongue suddenly alien to him. Just keep a level head. This isn’t anything new by now. His cheeks cave in against the deep intake of air. 

"There's a lot I should have said when I had the chance," he whispers hoarsely, though no words follow in this empty promise of rectification. 

He can’t do it. His eyes clamp shut with his lips, firmly pressed to hold back the internal incursion. He can't even bring himself to say it: what he wants to say; what he's wanted to say for so many years. There's no point knowing that he'll never get an answer. His fingers dig into the sodden ground, pulling away the strands of grass that have only just begun to grow above her. It breaks beneath his palms and sullies the very hands that tremble under his hunched body. He should remain composed. He shouldn’t fall apart like this. Is it not he who should be able to think straight during dire circumstances such as this? Be the voice of reason? For his family but not himself it seems. Not right now. 

With a heavy, laboured breath, his head pries upward to meet her grey face once more. The carved letters of her name stare back at him, dowsed in rain and he can only hope, wherever her spirit may be, that she isn’t crying for him. He doesn’t deserve her tears. He was in South America saving all of those people when he should have been here to save her. If he had come home when he was supposed to, this never would have happened. Leonardo and his brothers would have been back doing patrol before any of this could become a reality. She would still be alive. She would still be with him. He took her for granted and now he’s paying the ultimate price. 

“I thought I might find you here,” a voice calls out to him. 

A familiar voice. Not the one he’d be wishing for but a welcome one nonetheless. He tears his gaze away from the gravestone to be met by his friend April, who kneels beside him. She tilts her umbrella so that he may be sheltered too and together they sit quietly. Rain is their only comfort with this mutual understanding of unrest in the air. There isn’t anything that can be said to make better of this; nothing that hasn’t already been repeated countless times. 

With the clouds readying their part for day’s oncoming dawn, April takes her stand and outstretches a hand to her friend. He waves his muddied fingers with a pathetic attempt at a laugh and rises lethargically.

“Come on. You can’t hold onto this guilt forever, Leo,” she reminds him, just as everyone has been since his return. “She’d want you to let go.”

He's not sure he'll ever be able to rest on that idea. Not until he learns how to say goodbye, at least - the last word he had said to her so carelessly, not realising it would indeed be goodbye.

This is something shorter and a bit different but an idea that would not leave for the life of me. Hope you enjoyed!

[nerdieforpedro]

One small step for man…

One giant leap for Dieter Bravo

Based on this Moodboard created by the wonderful @secretelephanttattoo that she made for the Get Dieter Sober event to celebrate @bitchesuntitled ‘s milestone! 😎 ❤️

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The only thing that can motivate Dieter Bravo better than sex or an interesting script is a grudge. Who cares if we’re talking about space? If Bravo can finally one-up Leonardo DiCaprio, he’ll take his chance, no matter the effort. Turns out it was good for him in the long run.

Warnings: Nerdie style bad humor, various celebrity mentions, no specified ages for Edna and Fred but assume they’re sixty-five and over for the plot, a goat (because when I write Dieter, 8/10 times he will have a goat), space?, DiCaprio slander and implied drug and sexual activity just not in detail, also BBQ.

Word Count: a little under 1.3k

Notes: El suggested that a crack fic should be written and leave it to a five hour plane ride for inspiration 🤣 So here we are. She did look it over and laughed so that’s really all it took for me to post it. 🥰 There’s no reader, just two OCs Edna and Fred who are living the life we want to live honestly.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

The only time Dieter Bravo thought of space is when he would stare up at the stars naked with only his fluffy grey robe on and yellow crocs on in his backyard. It’s normally when he needs to take five from whatever party/orgy/gathering/sex toy exchange he’s decided to have this week.

There had been a recent announcement that NASA was looking for Oscar winners to sent into space to not only find a new planet for earthlings to live but also negotiate and exchange information with any extraterrestrials they may come across. Given the deceptive skills and adaptive vibes actors have, there a buzz about who may be selected to fly out into unknown reaches with a crew of astronauts. Hallie Berry and Jamie Lee Curtis had already been selected and for men, there was one slot left as (insert some dude’s name) was announced. There were still six months left and more male Oscar winners were throwing their hat into the ring.

One name irked Dieter beyond all reason given that he actually a nice guy, but Bravo deserves it more than him: Leonardo DiCaprio. Doesn’t matter that he’s a stalwart advocate of green policies and climate change. Dieter should have been able to be in ‘The Wolf of Wall Street.’ It was basically written for him and the life he lives now. Though peering back at his home, he’s going to have to give this up for a while if he wants to be considers for the program. Leo only have to give up the liquor and twenty-five year olds. Dieter’s got to give up his wide array of drugs, though since he’s fine with men and women of all legal ages old and younger, he can just let the older women and men come at him. That one lady Edna pops her teeth out and hoo boy does she do some things with those gums. Fred is one guy who knows about those gams and if you know, you know. There’s always his trustworthy emotional support goat Cookie who’s white with black spots who gave a strong “baa!” When asked if he should give it a shot.

After the night’s festivities and clean up the next day, Dieter informs his team of his plan. They are shocked somewhat, they’re aware of his one-sided grudge and if it will motivate him off the drugs, they’re willing to lean all the way in. To ensure Bravo’s success, they do a through sweep of all his homes, cars and vacation spots. They also limit his contacts and ask Edna and Fred to stay with Dieter. They’re sure that the three of them are ducking but Dieter’s also learning some chess, shuffleboard, bingo, dominoes and some mandarin from Edna’s husband, rest his sweet soul. Cookie nibbled on everyone’s ankles and stayed looking cute as is her role.

It’s announced the next month that Dieter Bravo is going for the last Oscar space on the Galactic Noah’s Ark. Most think the choice is insane and mock in relentlessly but as time marches on, Dieter gains more supporters as he’s looking and feeling better. He also gets a lot of retirees and AARP members on his side as his two housemates interview with their magizine under the guidance of Dieter’s media team.

There’s memes, TikToks, interviews and a cribs episode showing off Dieter’s new healthy lifestyle and feature his two friends Edna and Fred. Edna is sunbathing naked and it had to be blurred out entirely but was still aired surprisingly. It was touted as support for not only all body types but representing older women who are just living life. Fred was cooking up some barbeque on a grill in his plaid shorts and orange sherbert polo shirt with dress shows on and a kiss the chef apron on. He told the interview that it’s been pretty cool getting to know Dieter over the years and that he had enough hair on his chest for the both of them. It garnered a laugh and they were asked what their families thought of them being in a throple with Doeter Bravo. Edna said it was pretty fun and she’d raised her children so it was her time. She should spend the twilight of her years, doing what she wants to do and then doing Dieter. She then called him a “nice young man who’s a cutie patootie.” Cookie let out a loud “baa!” As if to agree and went to eat some grass.

There were some that had an issue with the throple aspect saying that such a lifestyle should be sent into space, but it was argued that since Dieter was rather fluid in his sexuality it should bode well for communicating with other life forms. Debates continued while Dieter kept clean, worked with Paul Mesal and his trainer to get stronger and in better shape. The speculation was that maybe Paul was now added to the throple making it a square, and as many pundits called Edna ‘the luckiest damn woman on earth.’ Paul said that he’d love to be cool enough to be in the throple but when he’s stopped by and saw both Hallie Berry and Adria Arijona there, he said that he didn’t stand a chance. The two women were just there to visit Dieter as they’d worked with him on previous projects which their reps seconded. They did stay for a week though but mainly just to meet Edna and Fred who they thought were so amazing.

Paul visited again with Denzel Washington, his wife Pauletta who Bravo normally has tea with and it turns out Edna knows Pauletta from their old sorority. Public opinion was turning in Dieter’s favor as Leo was keeping a low profile. Well outside of breaking up with his girlfriend on her twenty-sixth birthday. That didn’t go over well.

The deadline was approaching for who would be selected out of the two men so the media decided they should have a sit down. It was to fill air time but Dieter Bravo was looking forward to it. He felt stronger, a little leaner but given the barebeque Fred cooks up and sweets Edna makes, he still has small belly. DiCaprio looks lean but has bags under his eyes from sleeping alone without his girlfriend and only his Oscar in the bed.

Both men were ask questions about what they would do if they encountered aliens, what to do to get along with fellow crew members, what they might eat in space, how they would establish and keep good vibes going and what kind of planet would they want to live on. The questions were going fine until Leonardo said that he felt sick during the sit down and had to go to the hospital. Given that he was so sick from not sleeping, it looked as though Dieter was the clear winner and was announced as such a week later.

Dieter Bravo is going into space over that pretentious prick!

A celebration party with sparkling wine, kool-aid, Edna’s sweet potatoes, Fred’s smoked pork shoulder and some Mac and cheese brought over by the Washingtons is has that evening. Did Dieter ever expect to be sober? No, but he didn’t expect it to be this full with friends either.

The Oscar winner is once again standing in his backyard while festivities occur inside, though they’re calmer and full of laughter instead of groans and sweaty bodies. He’s fully clothed, in his crocs, brown pijama pants and t-shirt holding Cookie and petting her. “I did it girl. I’m clear as a bell and going to space. I wonder of they probe or have tentacles. Who knows? But I’m going to find out. May the vibes be with us Cookie.”

May the vibes be with everyone but especially the following 😘:

@morallyinept @schnarfer @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @covetyou

@yopossum @whocaresstillthelouvre @toomanytookas @beefrobeefcal @trulybetty

@sin-djarin @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @604to647 @chaithetics

@inept-the-magnificent @djarinmuse @sunshinehaze1 @lotusbxtch @yorksgirl

@westside-rot @maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing

@littlemisspascal @pascalsanctuary @tinytinymenace @yorksgirl

[sapphiretanto]

(CW: Ranting/Venting; the fic I am talking about will not be named, nor will I give the author’s name away. Please send me a message if you want to know)

Did we even watch the same show? He’s not a caring, big brother? He’s a stick in the mud?

The only thing I’ll give you is that he’s full of himself… because he’s an idiot teenager with badass fighting skills and weapons. Of course he’s gonna be a cocky little shit. Most people with Leo’s skill would be.

I’m going to assume that you mean part of the time he’s full of himself. But if you mean all the time, then I’ll correct you there. More often than not, he is actually very insecure— a very common trait among the Leonardo’s.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be leading the team?”

“It’s all my fault. I let the guys down!”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again”

“I’d just hold you back. You guys train, I’ll watch. It’s all I’m good for anyway…”

“I’m a liability to the whole team”

“I won’t be much help out there anyway”

Leo is a perfectionist and this shows in the way he leads— coming across as bossy or arrogant— and how he treats himself. The guy just got out of a three-month coma after he had the shit kicked out of him and what does he say when he’s by himself after everyone else went to look for Raph in the woods?

He holds himself to impossibly high standards— both placed by himself and some of the misguided lessons he was taught.

Alright, now for the stick in the mud part. Leo is a fucking dork (I mean this in the most affectionate sense). He loves Space Heroes to the point where he quotes it during missions. He likes puns, is fascinated by Japan culture, martial arts, meditation, etc. He trains very hard to excel at ninjutsu/martial arts— both so he can help his brothers in combat and because it’s a passion of his. That doesn’t make him boring in the slightest. He has some of the most ridiculous dialogue throughout the series:

“Alright guys. Let’s put Old Mother Hubbard back in her cupboard!”

“Hello!? Space Heroes!? Captain Ryan! Didn’t you see the episode where they fought the Cortexecons?!”

“Awesome! Oh, this is so rad! I feel like Van Helsing, but way cooler than him, actually. Way more rad than Van Helsing”

“Alright guys, prepare to dish out the mighty wrath of justice!”

“We don’t know he’s gonna do anything bad. He could be on his way… to… church!”

“I… don’t really have a pinky?”

He can’t lie for shit which leads to him saying silly things:

“Be cool. Be cool.” *answers phone* “uh.. hey man! What’s… what’s going down? *Raph says they better have not watched the Crognard finale without him and Leo laughs nervously* W-who, us?! Of course not! But I bet if we did watch it, we would have found it anti-climate… climactic!”

*gets asked by Chloe if there’s other turtles like him* “Nope! Uh-uh! Just me! Mr. Imaginary Talking Turtle!”

“He’s just kidding, Mrs. O’Neil. Kirby’s…uh.. on a.. safari! In Puerto Rico! And he won’t be back for a while.”

And he’s not the goody-two shoes and suck up people think of him as. He has gone behind Splinter’s back on several occasions, snuck out both willingly and unwillingly. The guy dressed in black and caused petty crime with his sister and her girlfriend Shinigami because he was pissed off at Shredder.

As for not being a caring brother. You mean this guy?! This Leo?! ⬇️

Couldn’t be this Leo, right? There’s no way he’s a mother hen— being both doting and getting after his brothers.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

“Mikey, you never cease to amaze me”

“Leo never left your side” — April when Raph was reduced to a mere plant by The Creep

“I’m sorry about Spike, Raphael.”

“Donnie, don’t lose sight of who you are!”

“Nice job, D”

“Donnie, the go karts worked great. Nice job!”

“Mikey, come on! It’s not that bad! And Raph promises not to make fun of you anymore.”

Not the Leo that uses all his strength and stays behind in the Technodrome holding Kraang Prime so his brothers and April can escape. Not that Leo who while just barely awake after a coma goes after a mutated monster in the woods to get his family back. Not that Leo who forced himself to stay calm so the others can be calm while they go through the most insane shit, or cannot grieve in the moment because he has to ensure the rest of their safety, so his focus during missions and battle is scattered in different places. Because he couldn’t possibly help bandage their wounds, worry when they’re hurt and not give up on a family member. Not Leo preventing Donnie from straight up unaliving Don Vizioso because Leo doesn’t want his younger brother to do what he did and change him like it changed him. He doesn’t sacrifice himself over and over because he loves his brothers, right? Right??

[velting]

🍋Lemons & Peaches🍑

Pairings:

🍋Leonardo Luna x Reader x Adam Blake🍑

Context: It's hard bringing in a social gathering when you, yourself don't usually 'social'. Thirsty, you decided to grab a drink at the bar. With a handsome fellow along with it Side Note -> Zenon Martyr is going to be the ALTERNATIVE version of Zenit Saint Petersburg in Russia football team.

Inhales......... exhale.........

She couldn't believe she was here, a place so big at a social gathering for anyone over the influence. Surprised she was invited to begin with. 

Such an atrocious thing she could ever do is be invited to some sort of social gathering. Admitted she wasn’t as expressional when attending but her manager said it would be good for socialization. Despite her manager’s words, she agreed to go, but if things begin to not go to her liking, then she can go back to her private room that she booked, to her she didn’t know what the reason was to host such a social gathering. Some are for charity work or famous people just show off their wealth and status, it just left a bad taste on her tongue.

But whatever I guess, she’s here so why not made the most of it. Social gathering or not, she’s not one to publicly speak her mind out on whatever. She knows how people see her as, and she’s not going to risk her pride being ruined by entitlement in her life. Best to keep a low profile and make herself nonexistent. Better safe than sorry is always the best option.

Her choice of clothing was something she didn’t think of, not one bit. Damn her manager for making her wear something so eye-catching and expensive. She wore a red mermaid tail dress with golden trimmed on the side, black laced sleeves that met her forearms, beaded pearls at the trim of her dress accompanied with roses, including her chest area with a silver brooch, to top it all off with a black laced neck choker that accommodated with earrings and make up for it to make it look unique. 

[Here is your➩ Dress]

Here she told herself not to attract attention and now the majority of people are looking at her, murmuring amongst themselves to figure out who this woman with such a cold expression and a beautiful dress could be. Truth be told she never wore something so extravagant and pricey but it’s Her’s now.  Well, she was indeed rich from making more figures than any of the female football players in her country, but she never spends it on any needs, seeing that money doesn’t bring her happiness in her eyes. 

“Who is that?!”

“She looks like a model!”

“Could she be one of the CEO's wives?!”

“No chance. She doesn’t have a ring on her!”

“She looks way too serious, not my type of woman.”

Murmurs after murmurs. It was endless from the amount of attention she’s receiving, when will this torture end? She felt uncomfortable by the many stares, judging her every move, but she had to keep it professional level, and can't let anyone think of her being easy. Keep her head held high and relax. Don’t let them think of her anything different.

She takes a deep breath from it all and exhales. What was the point of coming here again? It’s already wasting her precious time, and it was too crowded, loud noises, too much chatter, a room flooded with an obnoxious scent coming from everyone. It made her nostrils burn from sickness. 

“So many useless people for useless reasons. I shouldn’t have come here.” She grumbled under her breath. Her eyes scanned the area and noticed a juice bar not too far, maybe a drink could calm her nerves. Not too sweet or anything spicy that could burn her throat. Yeah, a drink sounds nice. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she made her way to the mar where the bartender was doing his duties.

When she counters the bartender took notice of her presents. Smiling, he offered his help to the girl. “Well, hello there miss, is there anything you might like?” He asked in a cherry tone. [Name] took notice of his aloof and fine features. She nodded to his answer. “Da, can you make something not too sweet, and not too spicy if that’s possible?” She asked him.

The genre's bartender nodded at her request. “Sure things miss! Happy to oblige! Wait here for a moment!” He spoke happily. [Name] waited for a moment for her drink. It wasn’t long before her drink was severed. She thanked the bartender and looked at her drink…. From the color and fruit that was sliced and placed upon the edge of a cup.

From the instant she saw the cup she knew this drink was……

Lemons

The fruit garnish was a delightful touch to her drink, adding a splash of color to the already inviting glass. She brought it to her lips, savoring the moment as she took a small sip. The liquid flowed over her tongue, revealing a rich tapestry of flavors that danced around her taste buds. It was far from the overly sweet concoction the bartender had described; instead, it offered a complex blend that was both refreshing and intriguing. As she took another sip, she felt a momentary sense of pleasure, a brief escape from the chaotic atmosphere surrounding her.

But that feeling was short-lived. An unsettling sensation churned in the pit of her stomach, urging her to find a quieter space away from the prying eyes of the crowd. With a resigned sigh, she set down her glass and began to weave her way through the throng, seeking a secluded corner where she could gather her thoughts and let the tension slip away. 

Just as she turned a corner, she collided with a man who had suddenly appeared in her path, his attention absorbed by his phone. The impact startled her, and in a moment of unfortunate miscalculation, she felt her drink splash over the front of his blazer. She cursed under her breath, frustration bubbling to the surface as she watched the surprise morph into fury on his face.

“WHAT THE?! YOU BITCH! YOU JUST RUINED MY TUX!” he exclaimed, his voice a harsh bark that reverberated through the air. He pointed an accusatory finger at her, and she felt her blood boil at the injustice of it all. It wasn’t her fault he was so engrossed in his phone that he failed to notice the world around him.

“HUH?! AREN’T YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO PAY UP?!” He stepped closer, invading her space with an aggressive demeanor. [Name] glared at him, the bubbling anger within her urging her to defend herself. The mounting attention from onlookers only intensified her discomfort, and she knew she had to stand her ground.

“It vwasn’t my fault you vwere foolish enough to be distracted. You have eyes, don’t you? Use them. And don’t call me a bitch; it’s disrespectful,” she replied, her voice steady and calm, though her heart raced. Yet, her words only served to infuriate him further. An angry vein throbbed on his forehead, and she could see the rage igniting in his eyes.

“OH! YOU BITCH!” he shouted, his fists clenching tightly as he took a step closer, ready to escalate the situation. “YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” His fist flew toward her, and instinct kicked in. [Name] was prepared to catch his fist and twist it, ready to teach him a lesson about respect.

Before she could react, a strong hand shot out from the crowd, intercepting the fist that had been aimed just inches from her face. The sudden intervention stunned everyone, including [Name], who looked up in surprise at the man who had bravely stepped in to protect her. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, tension crackling like electricity as onlookers held their breath, anticipating how the confrontation would unfold.

“Why don’t we just pause here and avoid drawing any more attention to ourselves?” His voice carried a hint of mischief, and his vivid green eyes locked onto the aggressor. Meanwhile, his other hand remained securely wrapped around [Name]'s shoulder, a silent promise of protection. [Name] was not one to enjoy company, nor did she appreciate unsolicited interventions. Yet, she felt a flicker of gratitude towards him for stepping in; without his timely action, the situation could have escalated dangerously.

“Thank you, but I didn’t need saving,” she asserted, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty. The man merely scratched the back of his head, seemingly unfazed by her words. 

“Hah! If it weren’t for me, that guy would have landed a punch on you ages ago!” He flashed a confident smile, but [Name] found little comfort in his bravado. She still felt that his interference was unwarranted, a breach of her personal space and autonomy.

“Didn’t catch your name?” he continued; his interest unabated. “Names Leonardo Luna. What could a pretty lady like yourself be doing here unattended?” He extended his hand toward her, a gesture both charming and bold. Flattered despite herself, [Name] hesitantly placed her hand in his.

“How flattering, the name’s [Name] Bogdanova,” she replied, her voice steady yet cool. Leonardo's smile widened as he leaned forward to kiss her gloved hand, an old-fashioned gesture that caught her slightly off guard. “The Russian player? Hear great things about you.”

[Name]'s eyes widened in surprise; his recognition of her name was unexpected. “You know vwho I am?” she asked, incredulity coloring her tone. He nodded in affirmation, his expression one of amused confidence.

“Indeed! I’m surprised to say you didn’t know I am,” he teased, but [Name] furrowed her brows. “I do recognize vwho you are. I don’t have to announce my name or your profession to know,” she replied, lifting her champagne glass to her lips for a few sips, trying to regain composure.

“Wow, no wonder they call you the cold player! Do you always look at everyone like that, or were you just born that way?” he casually quipped, his tone light yet probing. [Name] swirled her drink in her cup, her gaze unwavering. “Not as flattering as they say you are, or are you just born that vway?” she shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.

“Wow, it seems like the tigress can bite back! My kind of style!” he exclaimed, clearly enjoying the banter. “How about we take this somewhere a bit quieter, like the balcony?” He extended his hand, inviting her to join him. [Name] hesitated, skepticism clouding her mind, but curiosity got the better of her, and she took his hand, allowing him to lead her through the bustling crowd.

They walked for a few minutes, finally reaching the balcony, where they stood high above the busy night streets, the city’s lights twinkling like stars below. Leonardo leaned back against the railing, tilting his head to admire the full moon that hung in the sky, its glow illuminating the night. “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing at her with a playful smile. [Name] simply hummed in approval, her gaze fixed on the streets below, lost in thought.

Noticing her silence, Leonardo's expression shifted to concern. “Hey, is everything okay?” He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her bare shoulder. She shuddered slightly at the touch, slowly turning her gaze to meet his. “It’s fine, really. I’m just not used to gatherings or having conversations this long with anyone. I might just bore you vwith my presence,” she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable, still avoiding his eyes as her thoughts swirled in her mind.

Leonardo smiled, sensing her words of genuine who She spoke. “Well, you've come all this way have you not? This night might not be for you. why not enjoy our last Night together” holding up his champagne glass for her to toast. [Name] felt slightly better and smiled from his statement.  lifting her champagne glass up for it to clink together with a toast. 

“Our Last night together” She announced. After that they drank Their champagne and watched the sky together. Leonardo bringing her closer to set the mood. To her she felt relieved that this night wasn't as disastrous as she expected.  At least she had company for her to indulge.

Maybe Lemons weren't so bad after all. 

Peaches

Peaches had never been her go-to fruit, yet the exquisite thought of them lingered on her palate, each sip of champagne accentuating their delicate flavor. The effervescence danced around her senses, and she found herself reaching for her glass more frequently, captivated by the unexpected harmony of the peach-infused beverage. It was a delightful surprise, far surpassing her expectations—outstanding, even.

As she savored the drink, her mind drifted into a world of her own, blissfully unaware of the soft murmurs that floated around the room, creating a subtle hum of intrigue. 

"That woman there is [Name] Bogdanova! She's the Russian football player for Zenon Martyr!!"

The name sparked immediate interest in a certain Englishman, who was perched at the bar, swirling the rich red wine in his glass. His ears pricked up at the mention of her name, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Russian player?" under his breath, his gaze fixated on the striking woman who was leisurely sipping her champagne, the golden bubbles catching the light.

"Yeah, but some say she's hard to talk to or hard to get. No one really wooed her over!" one of the gossipers chimed in, their voice laced with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

This revelation intrigued the Englishman even more. The idea of a woman so elusive, yet undeniably captivating, stirred something within him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and the challenge of winning over a woman like [Name] only intensified his interest. He was determined to learn more about this enigmatic figure who seemed to be beyond reach. 

Just then, as if the universe conspired in his favor, a bold intruder decided to breach [Name]'s personal space. The Englishman’s heart raced with excitement—this was the moment he had been waiting for. With a well-timed approach, he knew he had a golden opportunity to make his move. Bingo. Now was his chance.

[Name] was minding her own business as always, skillfully navigating the crowded room with a practiced ease that kept prying eyes at bay. She preferred to be an observer, soaking in the atmosphere without becoming part of the spectacle. That was until a drunken lout stumbled into her personal space, making a bold and unwelcome move.

“Whoa! Didn’t expect a hottie like you could *hic* be so cold? I was just trying to get to know ya!” His absurdly slurred words and the overwhelming stench of alcohol made [Name’s] nose wrinkle in disgust. Everything about him—the disheveled hair, the obnoxious laughter, and the careless bravado—made her stomach churn. She attempted to ignore him, focusing intently on the flickering candle on the table beside her, willing him to disappear.

“Aww *hic* Did I scare ya? You don't have to be afraid—”

“Please refrain from making skin contact vwith me; I'm in no mood for petty talk.” She shot back, her voice low and firm as she noticed his hand inching toward her shoulder. The man merely chuckled, dismissing her warning with a drunken snicker as he leaned closer, clearly intent on tormenting her further.

“What?! Are you looking down on me? I'm just trying to lighten the mood!” Just as his fingers were mere centimeters from her shoulder, a firm hand seized his wrist in a vice-like grip that made him yelp in pain. He turned, eyes wide, to see the intruder: it was the Englishman from before, his expression dark and menacing, eyes glinting with fury.

“She said to refrain from touching her. Are you deaf?” he snarled; his voice laced with an intimidating authority. [Name] couldn't help but find amusement in the scene unfolding before her, a smirk tugging at her lips as she recognized the man standing up for her. She knew who he was, Adam Blake, a well-known football player, and while she appreciated his intervention, she wasn’t keen on him making a scene.

“Now scram, you bigot insect,” he commanded, shoving the man away, who quivered and staggered off, muttering under his breath. 

“I appreciate your help, but it vwas not needed,” [Name] began as she turned to walk away, but Adam wasn’t having any of it. He reached out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her in her tracks.

“How about a thank you? That would be nice,” he said with a hint of playful challenge in his tone. [Name] turned back to meet his gaze, weighing her words. He had indeed solved the problem, so perhaps a small compliment wouldn’t hurt—after all, that’s what guys like, right?

“Even though you invaded my personal space and caused a scene in front of others, it vwas foolish to do so… but I do have to thank you for stepping up. It vwas charming of you, Adam Blake.” She took a delicate sip of her champagne, watching as a smirk appeared on his face, clearly flattered by her words.

Feeling a surge of confidence, he took her hand, leading her away from the bustling crowd towards a more secluded area of the venue. [Name] was surprised but went along with him, curious about where he was taking her. After a short walk, they found themselves in a tranquil garden, far removed from the noise and chaos of the party. The fresh air was a welcome change, the gentle rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop.

Adam guided her to a bench and sat down next to her. [Name] felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she sipped her champagne, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had to admit, Adam certainly had the looks that could charm anyone, but she wasn’t one to be easily swayed.

Suddenly, she felt something crawling on her arm and brushed it away, discovering it was just a ladybug. 

“Not a fan of insects?” Adam asked, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. She shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “That and human insects too,” she scoffed, earning a chuckle from him.

Amused by her humor, Adam leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you say we ditch this stinking social gathering and head somewhere else?” His suggestion was lighthearted but carried an undertone of genuine interest, a small invitation for a date, just the two of them.

[Name] paused for a moment, contemplating the idea. A bit of quiet time with Adam could be nice, away from the prying eyes and the unwanted attention. “Hmm, I don't see a problem vwith that,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her cool demeanor.

Pride swelled within Adam at her acceptance, and he stood, extending his hand to her. “Quite the gentleman,” she complimented, taking his hand as she rose to her feet.

“Only for the one and only Russian player in Zenon Martyr,” he replied, flashing her a charming grin that made her heart race just a little.

Realizing her glass still contained champagne, she chugged the rest and set the empty glass outside, feeling a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

Peaches do in fact taste sweet when you are with someone. 

*BEEP BEEP*

“Oh, a notification?”

Says here that she got invited to Japan for the Blue Lock next stage, And being invited as the NEL coach for Russia Stratum.

“Maybe mix it up, it could be males only.” She shrugged. 

*BEEP BEEP*

Wait no, this notification is for her, and for her only.  Guess she's going to Japan.

……”Oh…..”

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[dandylovesturtles]

okay okay so can I ask for a treat with imbi leo and a future leo :3

This is about to be extremely self-indulgent lol. And maybe a little OOC but at this point in IMBI Leo's not really feeling up to his normal jokester schtick.

CW: brief talk of "giving up" and becoming a ghost forever, mention of family being dead but in a non-traumatic sense

set in the first part of chapter 14

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The place he lands is warm and quiet, well-lit but not bright, formless but still small and cozy. Leo feels calmer than he has in weeks, a deep, soft peace washing over him.

He knows he's not alone; looking around, he spots the other occupant. Head and shoulders taller than Leo, face creased by trials but also laughter, missing an arm but still looking at him with a bright spark in his eye.

Himself, over twenty years older.

Leo comes closer, and his doppelganger smiles at him, calm and reassuring.

"You're... Master Leonardo."

The older turtle chuckles. "I'm not your sensei; just Leonardo is fine. Maybe Leon, if you want."

Leo comes closer, until he's standing within arm's reach of Leonardo. "Sooo... is this a dream, or what?"

Leonardo's smile flickers, but doesn't go away. "You took a little bit of a break from consciousness; you're dissociating pretty hard, champ." He shakes his head. "But no, I'm not a dream. Turns out, Hamato "ancestor" is defined pretty loosely."

He holds his only hand out for Leo, who hesitates. "I can't..."

"Hey, it's okay." Leonardo beckons with his finger. "I can see you. We're talking. You don't think this will work, too?"

That's some logic he can't deny. Still, he's hesitant as he reaches out and puts his hand in Leonardo's palm. It's even bigger than Raph's, he thinks, and he wonders how huge his brother will get in the future.

Leonardo wraps his fingers around Leo's hand and gives a light tug, pulling him closer; the shock of it, that he actually can be touched, makes Leo jump. "Hey, it's alright," says Leonardo soothingly. He urges Leo to settle down in his lap, but Leo hesitates. If he does, it'll be obvious how bad he wants a hug.

Unsurprisingly, Leonardo sees right through him. "Who are you trying to be cool for?" he asks, his voice lightly teasing. "It's just us here."

Again, he can't argue with that logic.

Leo sits in Leonardo's lap, and immediately his older counterpart wraps his one arm around him. Leo can't help the full body shiver that runs over him at the touch, nor can he help but nuzzle into Leonardo's plastron. Leonardo chuckles again, voice warm and kind, and rubs Leo's arm and shoulder. The calm that's been present since he arrived here grows deeper, stronger, and Leo lets out a long, content sigh.

He loves and appreciates Donnie from the bottom of his heart, but there's something about being totally wrapped up in a hug like this that makes him feel safer than anything.

"We've all been watching you, you know," says Leonardo after he's let Leo sit and soak up the contact for a few minutes.

"Oh." Leo grimaces. "That's... kinda embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed. Everyone's so proud of you."

Leo presses his face into Leonardo's chest, hiding from whatever stares he may be getting. "Haven't done much to be proud of."

"Hey, hey, no." Leonardo takes him by the shoulders and pulls him back, enough to look in his face. "You're doing so good, champ. You're doing so good."

"According to you," says Leo. "And we've always been kinda full of ourselves."

"Okay, one, you know that's not entirely true." Leonardo pulls him in close again, rubbing his shell. It feels nice. "And two, it's not just me. I meant it; the whole family is proud of you. The ones on my side, and the ones taking care of you right now."

There's a sudden lump in his throat, and Leo swallows harshly around it.

"...I gave up," he admits softly, his voice ragged. "I gave up in there. I wanted to... wanted to stay like this."

"Ah, kid..." Leonardo pulled him closer, wrapping him as securely as one arm could hold him. "You were being hurt. You just wanted the pain to stop. That's not giving up."

"But I did. I really... really thought I was just going to..."

"No you didn't. You thought about it, then you got back up." Leonardo gives him a light squeeze. "That's all we want, Leo. For you to get back up."

"Getting up's hard."

"I know. But you did it."

"How'd you do it?" Leo shifts so he can look up at Leonardo. "All those years. How'd you get back up every time?"

Leonardo tilts his head. "It was hard for me, too. But I think you already know why. I didn't want to be without them." He smiles encouragingly. "And they didn't want to be without me."

Leo sniffs. Curls himself back up against Leonardo.

"Thought it wasn't supposed to be about me."

"Some things are about you, champ," Leonardo assures him. "This? This is very much about you. And that's okay."

Leo sniffs again. Feels his eyes burn.

"I should... probably go back, huh?"

"Don't push yourself. I'm here for you, and they're taking good care of you out there."

Leo nods. Shifts to get more comfortable.

"...Maybe I'll hang out a little longer."

"Sure thing, champ. As long as you need."

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 7- Fidget

First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?

Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!

Lee: Leonardo

Ler: Karai

TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!

(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)

Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.

Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.

Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.

Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..

Except for today.

For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.

And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.

All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.

"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"

The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.

"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.

"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."

Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.

"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."

The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."

Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."

The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."

Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"

Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."

By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.

"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"

Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"

"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.

"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"

Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!

It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."

The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"

The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"

As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"

"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.

They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.

"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"

"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."

"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"

Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"

Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.

"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"

Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.

"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."

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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! 🎃🌕🪦

[chaoticspeedrun]

Hello!!! Can I just say I love how you write, you’re incredible!! I do have a request, feel free to say no if you don’t want to!! I’ve heard a lot of people mentioning the turtles churring,, how do you think they would react if their neurodivergent s/o started stimming it back at them? I would imagine it’d sound more like purring than anything but how do you think they’d react?

Chirps and Churrs

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON, I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my fics so much! And thank you for the wait, I love the idea of the turtles churring and chirping, it’s absolutely adorable, and just?? Stimming back at them? Yes! I like making little sounds with my siblings around the house and then they’ll make the sound back and we’ll have a little back and forth so I thought that would be a nice thing to incorporate! So here you go, with these little blurbs for each turtle.

I may have gotten a tad bit carried away.

Pairing: All turtles x GN! reader (Separate)

Summary: Tooth-rotting fluff with the turtles churring in happiness around you and you surprising them with your own adorable reaction.

Type: Small drabbles for each turtle

Warning: None.

MASTERLIST

Raphael

Dating Raph was extremely sweet, he was always so conscious of his size, his spikes, and the loudness of his voice; he knew he could be intimidating and would always make sure the people around him were comfortable, especially you, he always treated you with care and started letting go the more comfortable he was around you, allowing himself to be a little bigger, a little louder in a way that you still felt so cared for, so protected.

You were arriving at the lair, greeting the guys quickly as you walked straight to Raph’s room hoping to see your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend and spend some time together, when you pulled the curtain to his room though you were met with his actual teddy bears instead of him.

Humming you still walked in, deciding to wait for the turtle there and shoot him a text to let him know. As you sent the test and pocketed your phone the pile of teddy bears took your attention, they were so adorable, and you needed cuddles, they could surely accompany you meanwhile.

Without hesitation you threw yourself onto the space they were at, immediately surrounded by a whole bunch of fluffy companions you hugged close to your chest.

Sighing happily, you rubbed your cheek against Dr. Huggenstein and held Captain Snuggles closer, Cheech sitting on top of you when suddenly, you heard a sound coming from the entrance of the room. Glancing up, you found your boyfriend looking down at you with the softest look and a gleam in his eye as he churred softly, admiring you embracing his plushies.

Your smile softened at the sight of him, feeling a little shy at the way he looked at you, but that look…to think he got that look because of something so silly that you did, it made a feeling bubble in your chest and you loosened your hold on Captain Snuggles to make grabby hands at him while the other pulled Dr. Huggenstein closer and closer in your needy tremble for contact, Raph looked at you with a disarming smile before joining you quickly, suddenly with a little ‘oof’ you were laying atop your boyfriend with a teddy in between you both and the others surrounding you as you squealed slightly in happiness, a little noise of content coming out of your throat while Raph’s churr became louder.

Leonardo

You’d gone to the lair for a sleepover, after setting up the projector room with soft surfaces to lay on, blankets, pillows, and much more, the middle of the room looked like a fortress and was filled with three turtles and April, who were currently fighting over Mario Kart.

Leo and you had been playing with them, but after Leo lost against everyone in 9th place, he just took your hand, pulling you over to the kitchen for snacks while he grumbled at Donnie who kept teasing him for his humiliation.

The both of you could still hear the voices of the others preparing for the next circuit from the kitchen, without letting go of your hand Leo made a small gesture towards the coffee maker and you nodded at him.

His hand swung softly with yours while he used the other one to reach up for two mugs, the grounded coffee, and filters. The mugs were color-coded like most of the boys’ things, his was the same blue as his bandana while yours was a more pastel tone, you smiled looking at the little drawing of a turtle on the middle of both mugs while Leo started preparing the machine, still not letting go of your hand even when he spilled some of the water.

You leaned on his side, your thumb rubbing his hand and he laid his head on top of yours sighing softly while the coffee started pouring slowly.

He pulled out his phone shortly after and started playing a soft song before laying it down on the table and reaching with that hand towards you, he started swaying you in place slowly and you beamed at him, his gaze stuck on your smile before returning a softer one, incidentally unable to stop the churr that started pouring out of him like the coffee in the machine.

Your eyes widened at this, and you chirped at him, or at least you made the most similar noise you could, your legs wiggling slightly in place without you noticing, but Leo noticed and he was surprised for a second before his smile grew eager and he chirped back at you.

You shared little chirps while closing the little distance between each other, his forehead laying on yours as he chirped and churred while you answered and your legs kept being all wiggly in your place, pushing you up and down while he followed the whole time, lost in your presence and unable to hear the voices from the other room or realize the coffee was done.

Donatello

Hanging out in Donnie’s lab was usually a quiet endeavour, ever since you found out Donnie had given you access to his lab, you gratefully took it as a chance to enjoy the company, while sometimes you would chatter, share ideas, talk about your day or something you were excited about usually it was just you and him, happy to be in each other’s presence while doing your own thing.

Today was no different, with Donnie working on an upgrade for his shell and you working on your own thing with your laptop at his right.

After a little while you stopped hearing clatter from Donnie’s side, you had gone into hyperfocus and hadn’t noticed until you went to reach for your already freezing mug. Assuming Donnie was just thinking about his project you continued working.

Donnie had been looking at you, a small smile began forming on his face unconsciously while observing your features and committing them to memory, the way your brows furrowed slightly while you thought, or your tongue would poke out from between your teeth, he noticed how you rubbed your fingers together or bit your lips, his mind wandering off to different fidget toys he could design especially for you when you felt his gaze on you.

You turned to look at him curiously, tilting your head adorably as you looked at him who was so lost on his thoughts and how cute you looked he started churring unconsciously.

Your eyes widened at hearing them since Donnie usually tried to cover up his churring when it happened, you got excited at hearing such an innocent demonstration of his happiness, of how comfortable he was with you, your started waving your hands quickly at your side, finally grabbing his attention back from deep in thought.

Donnie, realizing he’d been churring and staring blusged slightly, but before he could act like nothing happened your happy stimming took a choke hold of his attention, you were so happy, and you were expressing it so freely, he melted slightly at the realization, letting his churr out deeply while you couldn’t avoid giggling in excitement at his reciprocating.

You both stumbled closer to each other in the wheels of your chairs, smiling at each other without inhibitions, just happy to exist within reach of one another.

Michelangelo

Your boyfriend and you had been looking for the perfect place for his newest piece, wandering around the roofs and streets of New York until you found the best wall for him to work in.

Mikey took out his sketch, which he had refused to show you, saying the graffiti he was about to make was a surprise and you’d just have to wait. You were so curious though, so hoping to speed up the process and find out what it was he was painting you opened up the duffle bag with all the cans and offered him a gas mask, he chuckled at your excitement and reached in to pull out a second mask, you both put on the masks on each other giggling a little during the process before he decided to stop torturing you with the wait and start his piece.

With you in control of the music and giving out snacks every once in a while, Mikey’s creative juices seemed to just flow directly into the wall through the paint, he’d numbered a couple stencils and you passed them to him in their number order, trying to figure out what they could become together but failing to understand as they were mere parts of a bigger thing.

The painting flowed, and you started seeing a face, more colorful than any face could actually be but that was the stylish choice you loved in Mikey’s art, however you were beginning to piece together what was going on.

Mikey poured details in the eyes of his piece more than anywhere else, doing his damnedest to make sure they were the right shape and as deep as he always thought they were whenever he stared at them, like those eyes could read him entirely.

He glanced down for a moment to look at his muse and was surprised to see said muse looking back at him with so much love in those eyes, a love he would never be able to fully replicate in his art, it was almost overwhelming, Mikey grinned so wide his cheeks hurt and suddenly he was back at her side churring loudly as he reached up to pinch the cheeks of his beloved.

You squealed as he did and laughed, trying to pinch him back but he avoided you. You made a noise from the back of your throat, mure purr-like than churr but it startled him for a second as he felt the vibration from you.

He excitedly grabbed you and held you up, twirling you around in the air as you laughed.

He could never replicate the look in her eyes, so full of love or the feelings that emanated from him when it came to you, but he could try, gosh darn, he would try.

[eventinelysplayground]

Day 12 of the Ikemen Advent event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. Today's prompt was mistletoe and I paired it with the jealous of Santa prompt from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. Just a fluffy fic mainly of Arthur being well Arthur. WC approx 1210.

Kissing Santa Claus

Arthur was waiting behind a corner in the hallway. As soon as the footsteps sounded like they were right on top of him he stepped out smiling but it quickly fell.

“Whatever are you doing?”

“Sorry Wolfie, your footsteps were so light I mistook you for a lovely bird.”

“That still doesn't explain why you were skulking around.”

Arthur pointed above their heads to some hanging mistletoe. Mozart had a look of disgust on his face and was clearly unamused with the situation.

“Another one, just how many places have you hung this anyways?”

“Practically everywhere, I'm not going to miss a perfectly good chance to steal a kiss or two.”

Mozart let out a sigh then began walking back down the hallway.

“I'm ashamed to be the same species as you.”

“Oh come on Wolfie!”

A few hours later Arthur was heading to the kitchen in search of coffee when he heard rustling within. Thinking he may have better luck this time he waited until he was sure the occupant was about to exit the room and made his move. He stepped into the doorway only to almost collide with Sebastian.

“My apologies Sir Arthur!”

“None needed Sebas, the faults all mine.”

“No, I really should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.”

It was even later in the day and Arthur's mood was less than cheery. He'd spent most of the day trying to catch you in the hallways but you were nowhere to be found. After his run ins with Mozart and Sebastian he'd had two with Dazai and another one with Mozart. He was just heading off to bed when he heard more footsteps, these were very light and he waited near the closest mistletoe for the right moment. As the footsteps were right on top of him almost he stepped out.

“What in God's name are you doing!?”

“Newt!”

“Why do you sound so surprised? I'm not the one lurking around corners.”

“Well if I wasn't lurking I'd never get away with it.”

“Get away with what?”

Isaac had a suspicious look on his face but Arthur offered no reply instead he had a mischievous grin on his face the he reached out and grabbed Isaac's head and went to kiss him on the lips. Isaac recovered himself at the last and pulled away from Arthur so fast he almost tumbled over backwards.

“What are you doing!?”

“Why don't tell me you didn't notice Newt, there's mistletoe hanging here.”

Isaac looked up and frowned.

“Now how about that kiss.”

“Don't come any closer to me! Just keep your distance, lots of it.”

Arthur watched Newt hurry off down the hallway and he broke down laughing while calling out to him.

“But Newt old boy, what about my kiss?”

Arthur was practically falling over laughing when he heard a voice behind him.

“Oh, so you want a kiss do you?”

Arthur straightened up and turned around just to have two big hands clamp onto his cheeks before kissing him.

“There, you satisfied now?”

“While I give you a passing grade for technique Leonardo, yours weren't the lips I was exactly hoping to kiss tonight... or ever for that matter”

Leonardo let out a loud laugh and sauntered away leaving Arthur behind wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

A few days had gone by with Arthur still trying to catch you under some mistletoe but he had absolutely no luck. He'd run into almost everyone else, some residents more than once even and he finally decided to just give up on the idea. He'd just entered the dining room when Isaac saw him and he practically jumped out of his seat.

“Settle down Newt. I swear I won't try to kiss you again. I learned my lesson on that, believe me.”

“You got a problem with the way I kiss?”

Leonardo was smirking while feigning being hurt.

“More like between your kiss, Comtes scolding, Theo's multiple threats to knock my teeth out and my incredibly rotten luck I've decided to give up on it.”

“Good!”

“Still I can't believe I didn't run into her once this whole week!”

“If it makes you feel any better I didn't run into cara mia under any either, not that I was trying to but I wouldn't have complained if I did.”

“I don't believe any of the residents have. It's actually quite impressive considering just how much you hung around the mansion Sir Arthur.”

Sebastian had come in carrying a tray of fresh coffee and poured it out for the gathered residents.

“Well, it makes me feel better knowing that I'm not the only one with rotten luck.”

“Rotten luck with what?”

Arthur and the others turned to look at the newcomer and they were all shocked with what they saw. Arthur looped an arm over the top of his chair and leaned forward.

“Now that's quite the get up.”

“I'd say. Why are you dressed like that Jeanie?”

Jean looked down at his feet then back up over his outfit, he was dressed in white pants with a long red coat with white fur trim along the edges and the hood was pulled loosely over his head.

“Napoleon asked me to.”

“Leon asked you to dress up like that?”

“Yes, he wants me to go to his school today so that his students can see me.”

“I'm sure seeing Pere Noel will make those bambinos happy.”

“So will that sack full of candy.”

“How did you know it has candy?”

Arthur grinned.

“Through the magic of the season of course.”

“Are you leaving now? If you could wait a few minutes I'll join you, I promised Napoleon to help him teach today anyway.”

“I have a few minutes. I'll wait for you outside though, this is very warm.”

Isaac quickly took a few more bites from his sandwich and got up to leave at the same time as Arthur stood.

“Suppose I should get back to it.”

Arthur and Isaac weren't saying anything as they walked so the conversation from the front hall was easy enough to hear.

“I don't think the children will care about the eye patch Jean, or should I say Pere Noel.”

“Hopefully you are correct, I don't want to disappoint or frighten them.”

“I'm sure you-Oh mistletoe!”

“Mistletoe?”

Arthur and Newt watched as you pointed to the spring hanging above the open door. Then they watched stunned as Jean leaned down and kissed you on the cheek.

“Oh!”

“Was that wrong? Mozart had told me about something Arthur had hung around the mansion that if you met under it meant you had to kiss.”

“Haha, yes that's what mistletoe is. I was just surprised, that's all. Not a bad surprised though!”

“I see.”

“But usually…”

They watched as you stood up on your toes and gave Jean a fleeting kiss on the lips.

“Usually you kiss the other person like that.”

“Oh…so I was wrong?”

“No it was fine real-"

Isaac's eyes went as big as plates when Jean leaned down again and kissed you on your lips.

“Do you think Santa will still bring me a present if I'm furiously jealous of him?”

“What I think is we shouldn't be watching this.”

Isaac turned to leave, grabbing Arthur by the shoulder and dragging him along behind him as he did so.

Tag List: @floydsteeth, @nani-nani-nani, @nightghoul381.

Special tag @fang-and-feather because it has both Jean and Isaac.

[createyourworldsblog]

Mikey x Reader

It was a normal winter day in New York City, school just got out for winter break and y/n was bundled up in her winter coat as she navigated her way through hidden alleyways to go down the designated manhole to visit her turtles friends. She moved the manhole cover and shimmed her way down the ladder, careful not to slip with her arms full of presents for the turtles and Master Splinter.

After many twists and turns she finally saw the lights from the turtles' lair and was surrounded by the smell of pizza. She was greeted by Leonardo who was sitting on the couch reading a book, she could hear the sound of metal coming from Donnie's lab and the sound of Raph working out in his gym. "Hello y/n, nice to see you." "Hi Leo, where can I sit these?" she lifted her arms to show off the presents she brought. "Under the tree by the dojo." She smiled and thanked Leo. She hadn't even had a chance to take a step before she felt arms enfold her, lifting her up in the air. "Angelcakes, you made it!" Y/n blushed, she has been harboring a crush on the orange-masked turtle for a while. "Mikey put me down before I drop your present." She laughed as Mikey swiftly put her down. "A present for me? Gimme gimme." Mikey tried to grab the presents out of her arms but y/n turned away. "Now Mikey, you have to wait until everyone is here." Mikey pouted, y/n felt boldness strike her as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Mikey's cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. "How about you and I play that video game you've been texting me about?" "s..sure y/n." Mikey's usual confidence seemed to have vanished as he gently took y/n's hand and pulled her towards the couch. Leo who had been secretly watching the whole thing suddenly got up. "I have to speak to Sensei, I'll see you guts later." Then he disappeared behind the door of the dojo. Y/n and Mikey played several rounds of his new game, y/n, as expected, lost every time, but she was thrilled to be spending time with Mikey. As they played more people slowly starting filling the lair. April, Casey, and Vern arrived with their gifts, Raph finished his workout and sat besides Mikey reading a comic and laughing at how many times y/n died in the game. Master Splinter and Leonardo pulled Donnie out of the lab to join the crew. Splinter and y/n made a lovely dinner of ham, sweet potatoes, and, of course, pizza. The crew sat at the table laughing and joking. Mikey kept stealing glances at y/n as she was laughing at some joke Leo made. Jealousy burned in Mikey's stomach. Unknown to y/n Mikey liked her back and he planned on making his move tonight. As dinner came to an end, everyone slowly piled around the Christmas tree to give presents. From April and Casey, y/n received a set of pearl earrings, from Master Splinter she got a sample tea set, from Leo, Raph, and Donnie she received a planner with sparkling pens, a handmade computer and a bonsai plant. One by one the presents disappeared until the only two that remained were y/n and Mikey's to each other. Y/n pulled the gift from under the tree and shyly made her way to him. A blush bloomed across her cheeks as she handed it to him. Mikey pulled away the wrapping paper to reveal a custom skateboard. The wheels were orange with green stripes and underneath there was his name with all his favorite things painted around it. He didn't say a word as he wrapped y/n in his arms. "It's perfect Angelcakes, I love it." Y/n squeezed Mikey back. "You're welcome." He pulled away and grabbed her present and handed it to her. The box was small, she lifted the lid slowly to reveal a pair of orange flower earrings and a necklace to match. She lifted them out of the box and a slip of paper fell out. She picked it up and the note read in orange ink, "Be my girl?" Y/n gasped and looked at Mikey, hope shined in his eyes as she waited for her to reply. She sat the box down and leapt in his arms. "Yes Mikey, I will be your girl." Everyone behind them cheered, Mikey bent his head down and gave y/n a sweet kiss. It was truly a holiday to remember.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Dreams Fulfilled

For @tmnt-write-fight for @haro0o )

Title: Dreams Fulfilled Prompt: Childhood dream finally fulfilled  Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 2290  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Michelangelo Warning: NA Summary: Mikey had always wanted to be seen. It was something he’d dreamed about since he was a child. But now, thanks to a supervillain, Mikey’s getting the chance to live that dream out. After all, that was why he had created the Turtle Titan, right?    Notes: Takes place after canon    ff.net || AO3

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Dreams Fulfilled

Michelangelo had always had big dreams. He and Donatello had always been more prone to dreaming about what could be than Raphael or Leonardo. Their older brothers had always been a bit more practical in that sense. Long after those two had come to the realization that they’d never be accepted by the upper world, Mikey and Don had continued to dream.

In time, though, Don’s dreams had taken on a different sense. He’d come to accept that they likely would never be accepted by the outside world, either, and he’d focused his dreams on his inventions and creations. And while Mikey had been forced through circumstances to accept that to a certain degree, he had never quite let go of his dreams. When his brothers had contented themselves to live their lives in the shadows, Mikey had never quite let go of that desire to be able to go out into the world openly.

He’d gotten a small taste of it at the Battle Nexus, when they’d fought for adoring crowds, when he heard his name cheered by people watching. He still puffed up and preened a bit when they’d go back, and people addressed him as “champion” and were excited to meet a two-time winner, who had not only won, but won during exceptional circumstances.

They’d all gotten at least some of that in the future, where no one looked twice at them, thinking they were just another alien species come to earth, and not mutated, time-traveling turtles. It had been nice to not get a second glance from people while still being able to do all of the things he’d always wanted to do.

But while that was nice, the Nexus wasn’t home, and neither was the future. It wasn’t where Mikey wanted that attention. No, he’d always wanted it back where he lived, in the world he knew best, in the place he always longed to belong. He’d struggled with the desire to be acknowledged for the good he did versus the need to stay hidden throughout the years, always trying to find either a balance or a definite reason to go one way or another. He’d never really found anything that tipped the scales one way or another.

At least, not until now.

“It’s Turtle Titan!”

“Look! Turtle Titan!”

Mikey waved at the people below as he swung across the rooftops in broad daylight, not bothering to hide himself. It was strange. It was freeing in a way, but also made him incredible itchy in a way that he couldn’t explain. It was like when he’d set up a prank, but it felt like someone was watching him and knew. Or like before a fight, when you knew someone was watching you.

But at the same time, he was out, in daylight, and people weren’t running in horror. They weren’t screaming at the mere sight of him. Even when he was on street level, people didn’t run away. There was something exciting about it.

It had all started a month ago. An alpha level super villain had appeared in the city, and the Justice Force had been called in, in force. Everyone was called to active duty, including Turtle Titan. His family had been understandably worried, and his brothers had even gone, too, although they had dealt with more of the side threats, understanding that the main villain was something that was beyond their skills.

Mikey, though, had been under the command of the Justice Force, and it had been kind of weird not to be with his brothers during a crisis like this. Still, he’d done his best, even though he definitely wasn’t a heavy hitter, doing whatever he could to help while heroes like Silver Sentry and The Green Mantle and Chrysalis had tried to stop the villain from destroying more of the city then he already had.

And yet, Mikey had ended up facing off against the villain.

Silver Sentry had gone down. Ananda’s tech had been destroyed. Nano had been obliterated to the point that his nanites were trying to construct more of themselves. The Green Mantle had taken heavy damage. Chrysalis was injured. Raptarr’s wing was broken. Tsunami was out cold. Nobody was trapped. Most of the minor heroes had been injured or were unable to go on. And it had suddenly been Mikey, Turtle Titan, and his lack of superpowers facing down this alpha level threat.

And so, he did.

Mikey knew that most of the time he didn’t fight as hard or as well as he could. He relied on others or didn’t put his all into things. But at that moment? At that moment he’d focused his everything into not only surviving this encounter, but on taking the threat down.

The battle had been fast-paced, brutal, and more than a bit dangerous. Mikey’d lost part of his cape, had other parts of his costume burned or ripped away, and been bloodied up within a couple of minutes of the fight. But he’d managed to keep the villain’s attention on him, allowing for the others to try to fall back and regroup.

And then one of the villain’s energy attacks had headed towards an area Mikey had seen the civilians taking cover in. Resolve had filled him, and he’d thrown himself in between the deadly energy barrage and the building. He’d heard his name screamed out, heard the villain cackle as the attack hit, and then heard the shock as the villain realized that Mikey wasn’t dead.

Mike had stood there, his shield now a useless smoking thing, his costume in tatters, but glowing with an orange energy, sweeping circles and curves glowing on his skin.

“I don’t think so,” he’d said, resolve filling him, his glow increasing as he stepped towards the villain. “You’re not gonna hurt anyone again.”

The villain had aimed another attack at him, but Mikey had just taken the brunt of it and rushed the villain at impossible speed, nunchucks out and putting all of his skill and energy into stopping this man who had already destroyed so much.

He’d been told later that he was like a glowing orange blur, moving impossibly fast and making impossibly strong strikes. The villain had been driven back as Mikey had attacked again and again, giving no quarter to him, until, finally, the villain had gone down, unconscious and beaten. Mikey’s power had flickered out then, and he had collapsed to his hands and knees, utterly and completely spent. He’d only managed to look up again when he heard cheers ringing out around him, and he had looked up to see citizens of the city coming out of hiding, staring at him, and cheering. He had tensed up, looking for some way to try and hide, but before he could do that, he’d realized that the citizens were chanting his name—they were chanting Turtle Titan.

Mikey hadn’t known what to do, almost instinctively trying to hide from the cameras that were around, lifting a hand to shield his face, as if that would do any good. Things had blurred after that. Sentry had suddenly appeared at his side, tugging him up and away, getting him to a waiting ambulance. He’d panicked at first, until, suddenly, Don had been there with him, talking calmly to the paramedics that were in there. He’d been absolutely drained, but he’d only relaxed when he’d heard Leo and Raph’s voices on the other end of a shell cell call Don had made just for him.

He'd spent a couple of weeks recovering and, honestly, hiding. He’d drained most of his energy and hadn’t realized just how injured he had been. He’d had to take time to recover, and that had ended up being a good thing. He hadn’t realized just how public the whole fight had been, and he’d almost been afraid that he’d disappointed his father, but Splinter had just been grateful that Mikey was alright and proud of him for protecting so many people.

Letters, fan mail, and demands for interviews for the Turtle Titan had come pouring into Justice Force headquarters, almost overwhelming in their amount. Zippy Lad had a lot of them delivered to April and Casey’s, the couple bringing them down to the lair later. They’d all sat around and gone through them, and Mikey had been touched by the amount of people that were thanking him for saving them that day, or the letters from people saying that they looked up to him.

He hadn’t known what to do about it.

But Splinter had gotten up, cupped Mikey’s cheeks in his hand, and told his son that while he should never forget his origins, that he should embrace this.

And so, Mikey was.

He landed in front of a convenience store, letting go of the line he’d been using to swing around the buildings. Almost immediately a few people came up to him, asking for autographs, or wanting to ask him questions. Mikey signed things and tried to answer some of the questions, before waving his fans off, and turning to go inside. There were murmurs as he entered, and he waved at a few people as he made his way to the counter.

“Uh, excuse me,” he said with a smile at the woman behind the counter.

She looked up in shock. “Turtle Titan!”

He nodded and slid a letter across the counter. “Yep! It’s me! I got this letter—I think it’s from your son, maybe—and I was wondering if I could just talk to him for a moment?” Mikey grinned. “I have something for him.”

The woman looked startled for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes! Yes, of course! One moment.”

She turned and called for someone else to mind the counter, and then gestured for Mikey to follow her. He did, through a back room and up some stairs that led to an apartment that was above the store.

“Please pardon the mess,” she apologized.

Mikey grinned and waved her off. “Nah, don’t worry about it. My bros and I used to make much worse messes. Actually, we still do sometimes.”

The woman seemed to relax a little at that and chuckled a bit. Stopping in front of a door, she knocked on it, calling out. “Ayan? Ayan, there’s someone here to see you.” She waited a second, and then opened the door.

“Mom, I’m—” the boy inside, maybe twelve or so, stopped talking as he looked up, eyes widening as he took in Mikey. “T-Turtle Titan?”

Mikey grinned and waved. “Heya! Got your letter! Gotta say, your art was amazing! Hope you don’t mind me dropping by.”

The boy shook his head, and immediately dropped the pencil he’d been holding in his two fingers and shook his head. “No! Not at all! Wow! No one is going to believe this!”

His mother smiled. “I’ll be down the hall, if you need anything.”

“Sure thing, ma’am!” Mikey said, before turning back to the boy. “Hey, watcha working on? That looks cool!”

The boy suddenly looked a little shy and hid his hands behind his back. “This? It’s um, it’s nothing. It’s not even good.”

“Not even good?” Mikey looked over the drawing on the table. “Dude, this is great!”

“Yeah, well, I could probably do better if…” he trailed off, although glanced down at hands.

Mikey nudged him. “Hey—don’t be like that.” He wiggled his hands in front of Ayan’s face. “Us three-digit guys gotta stick together. Show people that five fingers don’t mean nothing.”

Ayan grinned reached up with his own three fingered hands—a birth defect, his letter had said—and pushed Mikey’s away. “I guess so,” he said.

“Pfft, guess nothing. From one artist to another, I know it!” Mikey said. “Oh! Hey, that reminds me—I brought my sketchbook, wanna see it?”

Ayan lit up. “Yeah!”

It was about a half an hour later when Mikey left, Ayan’s mother taking him back down the stairs and to the backroom of the shop. She stopped him, though, before they went to the store.

“Thank you,” she said. “He’s… he’s very insecure about his hands, no matter how hard we’ve tried to not let it affect things.”

Mikey just smiled at her. “It’s no problem. Believe me, I get how being different can be hard. My whole family is different. But I think you’re doing great. Ayan really seems like a good kid.”

She smiled back at him. “Thank you. For everything.”

Mikey left the store with a small bag of food, and headed back up to the rooftops, waving when he saw Ayan watching through the window of his room. He swung away, a red-bean bun half stuffed in his mouth, and listened to people call out to him as he travelled, a contented feeling forming in his heart.

Yeah, he’d always wanted to be able to be out here, among people, without anyone being scared or afraid of him, and without feeling like he needed to hide. But more than that, he was realizing, his childhood dream hadn’t been just to be able to be seen, but it had been to help people. Superheroes were just the biggest, flashiest way to do it. And now he could do that—in the shadows as a ninja, sure, but also out in the open, where he could not only help people without having to worry about being seen, but also where he could talk to people that he wouldn’t have been able to before. People like Ayan.

And somehow, being able to reach out to and help the people around him, that felt like everything he had ever dreamed of as a child and more.

[ramzawrites]

Christmas Kiss - Donatello x Reader

FEM

Pairings: Donatello x Reader

Characters included: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, April, Shelldon

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request!

Summary: Y/N is helping Donnie with the lights for christmas since the family was so nice to invite them over for the holidays. Unbenkownst to the two the rest of the family is using this to finally set the two up via mistletoe.

Request: Hello Ram! 💕

Can I request a long Christmas fluff oneshot with prompts: “Look up, there’s mistletoe!” from Mikey, “Um, D-donnie? You k-know what that means, r-right?” and [An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.] about Rottmnt Donnie getting caught under the mistletoe with shy!fem!human!reader together at his home? Hint#1: This mistletoe idea was Mikey, Leo, Raph, Splinter, April and Shelldon's matchmaking plan! 😂 Hint#2: Shelldon who holds a mistletoe because he is so very mischievous matchmaker robot, haha. 😂 I live for flustered Rottmnt Donnie! 💘 Please??

~🍓 (she)

Word count: 2780

Authors Note: I'm sorry this is so late but I've been busier than I thought I would be around this time but I still wanted to finish this request and post it. I know it's like a full month after the holiday season but I hope you will still enjoy this.

Y/N did not have anything planned for this holiday season and she was loving it. Her parents were living a few states over and decided to finally travel around for the holiday season since for their last wedding anniversary the family got together to gift them a vacation. The rest of the family was either too far away or decided to do their own thing as well and seeing how all her roommates were off to visit their own families for their respective holidays, Y/N had the small apartment for herself.

She didn’t need to decorate, she didn’t need to plan out a dinner with her family. No, she was just planning on sitting in her room with some microwavable food and watching one of her favorite shows on her laptop. The most stressful part would just be the phone calls on Christmas day but those would go over fast.

Now when her friends, aka the four turtle mutants and April, heard about this they were absolutely aghast. Some more than others. Apparently, they couldn’t allow Y/N being alone on Christmas Eve and promptly invited her over for the day. They even roped her into coming over every now and again to help with decorating, baking cookies and the like.

And while Y/N tended to get stressed out when it comes to social interaction, she actually enjoyed the time with them.

Everyone seemed to have their own job. Mikey took care of the food for the holidays, Raph and April were the ones looking for a Christmas tree, Splinter went into the Hidden City to deal with any kind of shopping, Leo took care of most of the decoration while Donnie helped him when it came to the lights and even the music. Though the others kept looking over his music choices just to be sure.

Since out of all the people Y/N got along with Donnie the best, he immediately assigned her to lights duty alongside him. He also might have used this as an excuse to start teaching Y/N about simple electronics and the like. Y/N once said that she would love to be able to actually talk with him about his inventions but just didn’t have the knowledge. Now he sometimes took the chance to begin teaching her things.

And Y/N has really been trying her best to follow along which Donnie noticed and appreciated hence why she was allowed to go into his lab with his permission when he wasn’t in the lair. Usually this would only happen when the group needed some technical back up during missions.

This usually ended up with Y/N hurriedly working on Donnie’s computer while Donnie’s AI Shelldon told her what to do. This was also the reason why Y/N and Shelldon were pretty much besties at this point. So much so that Shelldon would sometimes ignore Donnie’s orders to do some fun things with Y/N when she was around. During his rebellious phase he even snuck over to Y/N’s apartment to complain to her about Donnie.

The phrase “Y/N would let me do this.” Was sometimes heard thrown through Donnie’s lab ever since then.

This coupled with the simple fact that the shy Y/N but was the most comfortable with Donnie and since he himself acted more like a father towards Shelldon, the others would joke that the two were divorced and Shelldon was their child. The bot loves playing into it so much so that he was moaning about not having two Christmases when the others invited Y/N over for the holidays.

Y/N laughed as she wrapped the last bit of the lights around the tree that Raph brought in together with April, Shelldon hovered around her head, obscuring her vision “Shell, please, I can’t see where I’m putting the lights down like that. Besides if you get so close some of the pine leaves or the cable might get tangled up in your rotor blades.”

He did indeed fly to the side but not before bumping his little head against Y/N’s cheek “Don’t worry, dude. I, like, totally know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, that is straight up a lie, Shelldon.” Donnie hissed. He was sitting on a beanbag and was currently hastily repairing a cable with electrical tape that Shelldon accidentally ripped by tangling it up in his blades.

“That is in the past, bruh. I know better now.” The bot only replied as he slowly flew over to Y/N’s now free arms. She immediately caught him knowing this behavior of him pretty well by now. Frankly he loved being a bit more rebellious when Y/N was around and hanging around her since he knew that Donnie wouldn’t be outright mad at her.

And Y/N very much knew she was being used as a human shield but didn’t mind it too much. She loved the little guy after all. She might be shy and isn’t one to immediately shoot back a sarcastic comment, but she is content with teasing Donnie a bit by helping Shelldon.

Donnie just sighed “You are lucky that you only destroyed the outer layer and not actually the wire inside and be glad that your rotor blades didn’t get destroyed as well, then again, I would have been more disappointed in myself if a simple flimsy cable would destroy them.”

While Donnie spoke Shelldon leaned more against Y/N, she wasn’t sure if he just did it for show or if he actually enjoyed the contact. She knew he is a sentient AI but how far all of this went she had no idea.

When the robot didn’t respond Donnie turned around to see him snuggled up in Y/N arms. She would have expected a snarky comment from him but instead he looked almost amused. Maybe the holiday season was getting even to very matter-of-factly mutant.

Y/N couldn’t help but blush as he just kept staring at her and Shelldon with a raised drawn-on eyebrow and a soft smile.

He seemed to catch on himself that he was staring, he cleared his throat and walked towards the nearest wall to hang the recently repaired cable with the lights up.

“Okay, lazy bones, these are the last of the lights.”

Y/N might be shy, but she was at this point good friends with Donnie which meant she couldn’t let the insult stand like this “Lazy bones? Shell and I put on all the lights on the tree. We were the ones working while you were sitting comfortably on the beanbag.”

He let out an annoyed, yet clearly sarcastic, huff “Scoff! Backtalk from you? Shelldon is a bad influence on you, Y/N.”

Of course, Shelldon had to immediately roll his eyes “Sure. Anyway, if all the lights are up, do you want me to get the others to take a look?”

Donnie nodded as he took another look at the cables, checking if everything was connected correctly “Yes, that would be very much appreciated. I’m sure they want to see how this all turned on as well.”

Y/N let go of the little drone so he could fly off and call the others to the living room where the three have been working. It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to come sauntering into the room and take a look around to see the, turned off, lights all around them.

Mikey was carrying a plate with some decorated cookies, he walked around and happily pressed one into everyone’s hands. Y/N had to giggle when she saw that the cookie that she was holding was decorated with her own face. The cookie had blushing cheeks to properly show off how she tended to be around everyone. Looking over at Donnie’s cookie she could see his had pulled down thick eyebrows while still sporting a big smile. It made him look like some kind of evil scientist and honestly that tracked.

“May someone turn off the lights!” Donnie pointed into the air theatrically before biting into his cookie. Y/N just shily begun nibbling on her cookie. It was a good cookie! It was! She just felt a bit on edge seeing how everyone filed in to see what Donnie, Shelldon and, of course, she herself worked on.

Speaking of Shelldon, he was nowhere to be seen. Weird, Y/N was sure he would have loved to see the lights. Then again he has been up for a while maybe he took the time since the job was done to recharge?

“Turning the lights off!” Raphael exclaimed happily and did just that. Y/N instinctively stepped a bit closer to Donnie even though she knew there would be light in a few seconds anyway.

There was a soft click as suddenly the room was bathed in a soft festive light. Multicolored lights shone bright and illuminated the room. There were a few oohs and aahs as the family spun around to take a look how all the lights wrapped around the room and filled the room with its lights.

The tree, albeit without any decoration besides the lights yet, looked especially nice. It was then that Y/N realized that she was beginning to get into the whole festive mood as well. Her eyes wide open as she took everything in. She was excited. Excited to hang out with her second family.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Good job you guys!” April complimented their work.

Mikey was practically bouncing “Oh! I’m so excited! This looks already great if we add more decoration this will look fantastic!”

“And I already have plenty of ideas!” Leo added proudly.

“Yeah, you three did an awesome job.” Raph smiled as he took another moment to stare at the tree he worked so hard with April to bring into the sewers.

Donnie softly laid his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, which spooked her for a second, and addressed his family “Of course we did! After all Y/N and I here have fantastic eyes for aesthetics!”

Leo couldn’t help himself as he let out a snort “Y/N, maybe. You? Eh.”

This earned him a hard stare from Donnie and surprisingly Leo backed down, maybe he felt more charitable due to the season “Alright, alright. You do know what you are doing… sometimes. Good job, Don. You too, Y/N, of course.”

Y/N could only nod to that, happy that the family didn’t hate the work she put into all of this. Almost if Donnie could read her mind or sense her worries he squeezed her shoulder once more before letting go. Almost as if to say “See? All good.” But maybe she was reading too much into this simple interaction.

Suddenly Mikey began to giggle for no apparent reason but when Leo, Raph and April also sported mischievous grins suddenly Y/N thought that she must be missing something vital. Or they were laughing because of her, for some reason. Did she have something on her face?

Donnie turned around but saw nothing, looking confused at his family “Okay, why are you all looking like that?”

Mikey pointed up towards the ceiling “Someone already started with the decorations. Look, a mistletoe.”

Both Donnie and Y/N followed Mikey’s finger and looked up. What they saw was Shelldon who had a mistletoe strapped to his body.

Donnie let out a surprised squawk and jumped to the left, pulling Y/N along but Shelldon just followed along.

It was quiet but Y/N could hear how Leo sputtered out a silent “Wow, rude.” Towards his twin’s action.

No one dared to say anything. Y/N just kept staring at her hands as she kneaded them nervously. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she did not want to look at Donnie. Or rather she wished Donnie wouldn’t see her while her face was probably a good few shade darker.

A mistletoe. A tradition she hadn’t even thought about. Was this planned? Surely someone must have put it on Shelldon to begin with but why would anyone do that? Oh god they were all just looking at them. Can she run away? It’s not like the thought of kissing Donnie is gross or anything, in fact maybe her mind had wandered to this here and there, but this was a lot right now.

Did they somehow find out she had a crush on the purple genius? Was she too obvious? Hey wouldn’t it be funny if right now Hypnoptamus decided to pull something stupid and activate the brothers villain alarm thing? Honestly, if that would happen right now Y/N would personally thank him.

Finally, Y/N dared to look towards her best friend. He stood stock still. His eyes also downcast towards his hands. He was blushing? Y/N could tell he tried his best to scowl but hanging around him for so long she could tell it was more to save his bad boy persona than anything.

The way he mirrored the pose Y/N was just in she had to think that he must be going through something similar in his mind, like she just had. But that would mean that he might actually-

He suddenly turned to look at her. The way he looked so unsure. So self-conscious. It didn’t fit him.

It’s rare she saw him like this. Usually only when the two hung out late into the night and the two began talking about their personal issues.

“So, uh, a mistle-mistletoe. It’s a, uh, you kn-know what th-that means?” In that moment Y/N could have kicked herself. Of course, he would know! She wanted to lighten up the mood but then said this for some reason. Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

When Donnie didn’t react. Not even a flinch, a bat of his eyes, Y/N wanted to apologize. Maybe just give his cheek a peck and the family would have to be satisfied with this. The peck alone would be agonizing for Y/N but if it would mean the two could get out of this awkward standstill, she was ready to sacrifice herself like that. Donnie really looked like he was about to pass out.

Just as she made her mind up to do just that, to apologize Donnie finally moved. In a blink of an eye, he surged forward and pressed his lips against hers.

It felt like Y/N’s heart exploded in her chest. Donnie held onto Y/N’s arms tentatively more to probably ground himself rather than to hold her in place. She was sure that if she wanted, she could get out of his hold easily. But she didn’t.

The kiss probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt ten times more than that. She could feel the tremble in Donnie’s hands on her arms, his eyes pressed close and eyebrows pulled together while Y/N couldn’t help but stare.

When he let go and moved a step back, he turned to his dumbstruck family, apparently they didn’t think this would happen even if they might have set this up, and in a very shaky voice he turned to Shelldon “I will have a word with you later, mister.”

Y/N couldn’t help but move her fingers up to ghost over her own lips where Donnie just was moments before. Did that just happen? This wasn’t some weird dream, right? It happened all so fast.

Donnie returned his attention to his family “Happy now? Shoo you all. You have things to do, no?”

Thank Mikey for having the emotional intelligence of the family, he was the one who indeed shooed everyone away even while April and Leo had their mouths wide open and tried to fight against him. Raph simply picked the two up though and they left the room. Shelldon left as well, probably thought that if he stayed Donnie would start reprimanding him then and there.

Donnie turned to Y/N who was still standing around as if she was in a daze “Are you- Um, I just, my brothers were and uh, I just wanted them to- I’m sorry.”

But Y/N shook her head “It’s…” she tried to look for a more eloquent word that might calm him down but couldn’t land on anything better besides “fine.”

Donnie looked incredulously at her “It… is?” He was still blushing and in that moment the word cute popped inside Y/N’s head.

She nodded “I’m happy.” She said while letting out a deep breath of air. As if trying to release any tension she had in her body. She couldn’t help to chuckle out of pure euphoria, her crush just kissed her “I’m happy.” She exclaimed more confidently.

Donnie was just as nervous, but the tension seemed to slowly leave his body as well and he released a hearty chuckle “I am too.”

[tervaneula]

Okay i got an emil notification about your NQK update before your tumblr post?! Now that surprised me!

It's like 1 AM and i don't think leo is the only one with Insomnia - ngl i felt that am getting called out 😂 - So we start and i think because it's been a long time friend the previous NQK chapter i really forgot that F!Donnie is now " Donatello " whil F!Mikey js "Michaelangelo" and brain was flipping between "huh? Is that the youngest or the eldest?!"

So we start right off with with F!Dee getting jealous and boy oh boy i believe little ol' Donnie will find this exciting and more of a "parent figure approval" 😂

The talk goes to the bandana and i kid you not i remembered previous fics where some F!Leo/s had either put the other masks as a nice accessory ir put it on his sword and just hung it there as a memory (forgot the fic).

So this makes me think of "How F!Leo would make of the bandanas AFTER he make peace with decades of war?" It really makes me excited thinking about it 🤩

Also it made me think - don't know if i asked before but - does F!Leo still can open his portals and travel? (I know in other fic he can but what about the Canon fic NQK?).

It's kinda sad how Leo's still holding on to the masks but still understandable because well... It's been decades of WAR! That can't be just brushed under the rug with a nice few months in the lair. So until F!Leo finally decided when he can " move on " he deserves to keep the masks with him...

F!Leo hugging ghost!F!Dee was so sad and somewhat... Bittersweet? Because he's glad he can see/talk and almost hug his twin but that's about it, he wants to be greedy and have the two of them, april, his dad back home but that would be too much (And am sure he would be worried about 'Don't push your luck' type of quote or he may lose everything).

But AHHHHHHHHH AM SCREAMING FOR THE ART PIECE YOU MADE! SURE IT'S SAD BUT THE COLORS AND ART STYLE IS REALLY WARMING ME UP AS IF IT'S - again - A BLANKET!! I LOVE THIS FEELING 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Then que F!Mikey entering the chat (lmao ngl thought that was little mikey) and took a pic lol!! I don't know if he can take picture of ghosts but imagine if you can use mystic power or ninpo to see ghosts in the picture?! That would be awesome, F!Dee & F!Raph would mess with so many people.

And then here comes Dracum entering the chat 🐐😂 MF i can imagine him entering the room with sandal in hand ready to beat F!Mikey up especially after hearing "I used it to lift a blanket up" 😂😂😂

But it was so surprising to me when be gave him a "therapist" card, from the color purple i thought it was from either Donnie or 🤢 Big mama 🤢

But god i love a soft carrying dad draxum like my next door neighbour! Always welcomed 🩷

That's all for my review for the chapter! It was such a great treat since it's been a while! Am still gonna keep my eyes - and phone - open for any updates because LORD I LOVE NQK🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

LMAO YEAH that's because I really wanted to publish the chapter that day but was already crashing when I posted it, so couldn't make a Tumblr post until the next day 😂

Hehe we'll see what Leonardo will do with the masks! First of all, wash them, probably :D He has a weird relationship with all of his keepsakes, re: the Raph-like prosthetic arm. He doesn't want to get rid of them but seeing them also still hurts, despite everything :')

Yes NQK Leonardo can use his portals!! He just hasn't had a reason to do that in the main fic (yet 😎)

God. Fug. Dang dude. "Don't push your luck or you may lose everything" legitimately made me tear up. That whole paragraph contributed, actually. "HE WANTS TO BE GREEDY" like ajkhjdsfhj how dare you (/aff) hit me with an emotional bomb like this all of a sudden. He does. He wants all of his family, he doesn't think it's fair that only three of them survived, and this brings us back to the enormous guilt he feels for not being able to save everyone.

Donatello is there with him, not in flesh but literally in spirit, he can be hugged and talked to, but Leonardo wants him to live. It's so freaking heartbreaking. I as the author have the power to bring him his family back, in flesh and blood and bone, but like I said ages ago, that's not what NQK is about. It's about accepting loss and healing and finding happiness, and about family and love. They can't change the past any more than what they've already been graciously given, the only way is forward. ;_;

BUT THANK YOUUU for liking the drawing, it makes me go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so bad jdfhj (and to make it worse, I made a different version which I'll post here later)

Ninpo ghosts show up in photos normally!! At least in NQK universe they do 😂 Too bad for Donatello, can't do all the crime if he can be caught in 4K

Soft caring dad Draxum ftw<333

THE THERAPIST CARD. Oh my gosh Draxum does NOT trust Big Mama one bit, rest assured, and Donnie has no such connections. No, the light purple colour is actually referencing... drum roll... THIS GUY

Yes Tev is now a yokai and a part of NQK universe but no, she won't show up in the fic so no worries about me actually bringing in non-canon characters. "Leonardo Goes To Therapy" is not a chapter I want to write, nor sprinkle in the appointments in detail, so it all happens off-screen 😂

Thank you SO SO SO MUCH again for reading and spending your precious time writing this comment!!!! It made me so happy but I'm a little sorry that this reply got so long and rambly XD ANYWAY ILYSM

[goodlucktai]

give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter one: keep on keeping your eyes on me

rise of the tmnt  pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 1k title borrowed from sparks fly by tswift  post-movie

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read on ao3

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Usagi Yuichi doesn’t have a crush on that striped turtle guy who used to come into Run of the Mill all the time, because that would be stupid.

Because that turtle guy, Hamato Leonardo, is such a joke—he’s loud and obnoxious, all swagger and big talk and dad jokes that don’t even land half the time. He’s annoying, and it’s annoying that he acts like he can do whatever he wants just because Señor Hueso treats him like an unruly nephew, and it’s super annoying that he has the audacity to stop showing his face around here now that everyone has come to expect it.

It’s not because Yuichi misses him or anything! He just—noticed that Leonardo hasn’t been around lately, because Yuichi is very observant. That’s all.

The restaurant has felt weird and off-kilter in the turtle siblings’ absence the last couple of weeks. Yuichi brings it up once, a casual “I haven’t seen those Hamatos around here lately, have you?” that makes his coworker Qiao lower their glasses to stare at him over the rims so pointedly that Yuichi blushes to the tips of his ears and resolves to never bring it up again.  

Okay, so maybe he’s always been a tiny bit preoccupied with Leonardo—it’s not Yuichi’s fault the guy is so distracting.

Always propping his hip against counters and door jambs while he waits for a table, long and lean and dangerous, striped arms tight with muscle when they cross over his armored chest. Ugh.

And his stupid picture-perfect smile—the way it warms into something crooked and affectionate when his siblings are being particularly crazy, like those same ridiculous antics that send normal people running in the opposite direction are the absolute highlight of his day—ugh.

He’s so nice to look at. When he’s not fronting like he’s got something to prove, he’s really funny. He helps out a lot around the restaurant just because he can and he portals Yuichi’s coworkers home when it gets too late and they don’t have a ride and he’s. It’s. Ugh!!!!!

And he’s a fellow swordsman. He loves kenjutsu the same way Yuichi does, in a way that lights him up from the inside.

The first time they ever talked, months ago now, Yuichi struggled to sound cool and collected under the spotlight of Leonardo’s sharp golden eyes, trying to channel the samurai spirit of Miyamoto himself to possess Yuichi and keep him from stammering like an idiot.

Somehow he managed to maintain a flat, level tone as he casually mentioned that he trained with a sword, too. Leonardo’s face brightened in a way that Yuichi was woefully unprepared for. Mentally, he had to take a knee.

Their first conversation went on for most of an hour. Yuichi forgot he was supposed to be bussing tables and got dragged off by Qiao eventually, and Leonardo got an earful over the phone from the brothers whose dinner was getting cold in the takeout boxes in front of him, but until then—it was fun.

They compared their respective training, despaired over the same horrible, awful, whose-idea-even-was-it-and-why-did-it-stick katas, and at some point Leonardo reached over his shoulder and withdrew one of his beautiful katana, flipping it deftly in his hand and offering it hilt-first to Yuichi.

It was such an off-handed gesture, as if it wasn’t precious and important and an extension of his own self, as if it made perfect sense to let a complete stranger take it. Even Leonardo’s sister, sitting on the other side of the booth with Sunita while Sunita was taking a lunch break, looked wide-eyed at the move.

And when Yuichi gave it back, a piece of himself went with it. It’s a very inconvenient thing that happened and Yuichi is holding a grudge.

The only thing that tempers his extremely righteous and not-at-all-unreasonable ire is the fact that, since then, Leonardo has taken to seeking Yuichi out on his own whenever he’s making a nuisance of himself around Run of the Mill, spending Yuichi’s breaks rolling silverware with him and arguing hotly about TV shows and comic book characters.

Yuichi has gotten used to him. To the dizzy, twisty way his stomach acts around him. And now he’s just not around anymore, with zero explanation.

How dare Leonardo disappear. What’s his problem. Clearly this is an attention-seeking ploy. Well, Yuichi isn’t playing his game. He officially doesn’t care what Leonardo’s doing with his time, and that’s that on that.

Then one evening, as Yuichi is waiting at the bar for his drink orders, he sees Señor Hueso come rushing from the back of house. He’s always running around putting out fires, since their regular clientele can be an eclectic, eccentric crowd, but there’s a bit more frantic energy in his step than sits comfortably in Yuichi’s brain.

It’s a hold-over from his most ancient ancestors, that prey-animal intuition, keeping him fine-tuned to his surroundings even when he doesn’t mean to be. He always notices when something’s off, and something is definitely off.

So Yuichi turns, instinct nudging his eyes to follow his boss’s progress through the dining room, and then his elbow slips from where it’s propped on the bar and he almost eats it on the polished tile floor.

There’s a huge, hulking figure by the hostess stand, with a spikey shell and red mask that Yuichi recognizes instantly. This is Leonardo’s biggest brother, the eldest sibling Raphael, though from all the snippets of conversation Yuichi has overheard over the last year, he might as well be the mom.

Raphael turns as Señor Hueso approaches and something cold slinks into Yuichi’s stomach the second he does, because now Yuichi can see his face. Raphael’s left eye is milky white, the skin around it pale with scars. His shoulder is bandaged, and there’s a crater in his shell above the wound.

Ice slides through Yuichi’s gut. Suddenly he’s remembering a tense evening at home about a month and a half ago, the way his aunt yanked him into a hug the second he got home from work, holding him against her like she’d almost lost him. Then she expressly forbade him and all of his cousins from going into the human world for any reason. She even called Run of the Mill and spoke to Señor Hueso (which was humiliating, because Usagi is sixteen, not six) who in turn had assured her that the restaurant wasn’t currently connected to that door, and wouldn’t be until the invasion was long over.

“Invasion?” Yuichi had asked from around the corner of the hallway where he’d been eavesdropping.

“Nothing for you to worry about, baby,” Auntie said firmly. “You just stay put and let the humans sort themselves out. That’s what we always do.”

Yuichi had been curious, but not so much so that he was willing to get himself grounded. And he really didn’t go into New York City very much anyway. All of his friends were down here.

Most of his friends were down here.

It never occurred to him to worry about the Hamatos. He knew they lived in the mortal world, but they’re so much larger than life—they’re so quick and clever and stubborn and strong—that worrying about them feels about as useful as worrying about whether or not the sun is going to rise.

Now he feels sick. Now he thinks he should have been worried.

Señor Hueso is talking in a terse undertone, shoulders set and stiff. He’s transparently worried about something. Raphael shuffles anxiously, wringing his hands while they speak, the apprehensive mannerism incongruent with his imposing size.

A tap on the counter drags Yuichi’s eyes back to the bartender. They’ve finished his drinks and they’re watching him with sympathy in their eyes.

“Should’ve got Little Blue’s number when I told you to, huh, Usagi?” they say wryly.

“Shut up, Qiao,” Yuichi mutters, lifting his tray.

By the time he’s finished dropping the drinks off and taking everyone’s food order—a painful process, since no one can agree on an appetizer, and they have questions about every other thing on the menu, and Yuichi desperately wants to not be dealing with any of them right at this second—Raphael is already halfway out the door. He’s holding a bunch of to-go boxes, ducking his head and stumbling through his gratitude, and Señor Hueso is waving him off briskly.

The rest of Yuichi’s shift is agonizing. He comes up with a dozen half-formed intel-gathering schemes and discards all of them because they each essentially boil down to begging Hueso for information, and that’s his boss. He’s not quite that level of desperate, thank you very much.

…Not yet, anyway.

This is all your fault, Leonardo, Yuichi thinks darkly during closing that night, stuffing paper napkins into their receptacles with maybe six times the necessary aggression. All of his coworkers give him a wide berth, except for Qiao, who mops around him where he’s viciously restocking tables and very loudly says nothing at all.  

Fuck. Yuichi really should have gotten his number.

[therand0mwriter]

Universe-Artemisia

ROTTMNT Leo x mutant!female!reader

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"𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞."

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*3rd Person POV*

"Woo-hoo!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Cowabunga!"

"Ridin' like a boss!"

"Apriiiiil O'Neil!"

Four mutant turtle brothers and their human friend all enthusiastically shouted, skating into an abandoned skate park. The turtle in red, Raphael, was on a red bike, the turtles donning orange and blue, Michaelangelo and Leonardo, were on their respective color skateboards. The turtle wearing purple, Donatello, was riding a high-tech purple hover bike, and the human girl, April, was on a yellow scooter.

Leo sighs in content, "You know, it's nights like these you gotta really cherish. No criminals, bad guys, just a quiet and peaceful night!" Mikey also sighs in content, "Yeah..." "It's nice to finally catch a break from breaking all those villains! HAHA!" April quipped, doing a flip on her scooter.

"Yeah... it's too quiet." Raph said suspiciously, looking around. "Don't jinx us." Donnie stated, relaxing on his hover bike. Immediately after Donnie finished his sentence, a sci-fi sound caught their attention. All of the teens turn their heads to see a large triangle, different shades of fuchsia swirling around in it.

"Uh... did anyone order an ominous triangle?" Leo unsurely said, looking to his brothers. "Be careful, guys! We don't know who or what will come out of there!" Raph said, his eyebrows furrowing. Donnie scanned the triangle, "Hm... it looks to be a portal, but I can't tell from where." "Should we... go in?" Mikey questioned. "What?! No!" Raph shouts. "So do we just... leave it here?" Leo asked, turning to his red masked brother.

After Leo finished his sentence, a loud explosion came from the portal, making the teens jump and shout in fright. A mass flew out of the, now smoking, portal, landing right in front of the spooked teens. The portal then vanished, but the mass stayed on the ground, motionless.

"Uh, okay..."

Donnie scanned the mass, "Guys, whatever that is, it's alive, there's a heartbeat." They all started to cautiously approached the being, and Donnie poked it with his staff once they were close enough. The being didn't react, still unconscious. "Should we leave it?" April asked. "Hm... I'm not sure." Raph said, turning his back to the being, everyone following his lead. Everyone except Leo, he kept his eyes on the being while his family discussed what they should do.

Leo took in the being, realizing it's back is facing him. 'Black bandana thats tied with a (braid/bow), (light/dark) green skin and... a shell? What the?' Leo saw that the being had weapons on them, two hand-held daggers on their hips and a katana on their back. Because the being was armed, he slowly got down onto his knees and gently placed his hand on the beings shoulder, slowly turning them to face him.

His breath caught in his throat.

The being he had turned was a girl, just like him. She was around his age, a mutant and seemed to be a turtle. The only difference was her hands, five fingers like a human. Leo assumed she also had feet like a human, black flats were covering her feet, the top of her foot was exposed, showing her (light/dark) green skin.

The girl was beaten up, bruises, cuts and dirt covered her entire body. 'She must have been in a fight wherever she came from.' Leo thought, still observing the girls' features. The blue masked turtle gently placed his hand on her cheek, but jumped when she let out a small groan of pain. Leo jumped again when he heard Raph shout, "Leo! What are you doing?! Get away from it!"

"You guys! Look!" Leo moved aside to reveal the girl to them. Raph, Donnie, Mikey and April all simultaneously let out a 'woah' at the sight of the girl. "She's hurt, we have to help her." Leo said, about to pick up the girl. Raph grabbed Leo's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, "Wait a second, Leo. We don't know her, she could be dangerous!" Leo's eyebrows furrowed, "We won't know if she's a friend or a foe if we let her die! She's unconscious right now, so she's not a threat, and once we get her to the lair to heal, we'll restrain her just in case!"

Everyone's eyes were wide at Leo's outburst and desperation to help the girl. Raph was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. He finally sighed, "Alright, let's take her." Leo's facial features brightened, "Thanks, Raph."

Leo stooped down to pick up the girl by her shoulders and knees, but before he could even lift her up an inch off of the ground, her eyes shot open. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur to everyone... literally. Leo was about to pick up the unconscious girl from the ground and in the blink of an eye, she was conscious and straddling him, holding a sharp metal hairpin to his throat.

[A/N: Image does not belong to me.]

Her breathing was ragged, anyone watching could tell she was on the verge of blacking out again. Leo watched her with wide eyes, frozen in place as she started to interrorgate him. "Who are you?! What do you want with-! Wait... Leo?" "Uh... have we met before?" Leo questions when he finds his voice again. Before anything could be said or asked, the girl went limp again, falling on top of Leo.

It was quiet as everyone processed what just transpired. "What the heck just happened?" April mumbled. "That's what I want to know," Donnie added.

Leo sat up, brining the girl up with him, "How did she know my name?" "I'm not sure, but we should get back to the lair to help her, her vitals are getting weaker." Donnie responded, clicking away on his arm piece. Leo nodded and stood up with the girl, adjusting her in his grip.

"Well, I gotta head home. Let me know how things go with her, good luck!" April said, taking her scooter and zooming away. "See ya, April!" The four brothers called off after her, grabbing their bikes and skateboards and making their way down to the lair.

*Time Skip*

Donnie had set the girl up in his lab, she was on a cot with wires attached to her, keeping track of her heartbeat and keeping her hydrated. He had also cleaned her wounds and bandaged them. At one point, Donnie had to shoo his brothers out of his lab because they were practically breathing down his neck. Once he was done taking care of the girl, he let them back in. They all decided that at least one of them should be present with her at all times, just in case she wakes up and breaks out of her handcuffs that Donnie attached to a nearby table. They took shifts watching her, first Raph, Leo, Mikey then Donnie.

Almost 4 hours have passed and the girl has yet to wake up again. It was Donnie's turn to watch her and he was having trouble staying awake. He looks to the sleeping girl, 'She's not going anywhere.' He thought, leaving the lab to go get a cup of coffee.

On his way back, he met up with Leo, who was now panicking. "Donnie! What are you doing out here?! You should be watching the girl!" Leo shouted. "Relax, Leo. She's chained up and still unconscious, see?" Donnie said, gesturing to the cot... that was empty.

The two brothers shriek in fear, hugging each other, "Where did she go?!" They shrieked again when a metal pin lodged itself into the wall next to their head. They look to see the girl hadn't wandered too far, she was still in the lab and struggling to stand.

She had her another hairpin in her hand, pointing it at them as her other hand was clutching her side. "Stay back!" She firmly shouted, eyes sharp. "I thought we took her pins! How did she get more pins?!" Donnie mumble shouted at himself, referring to how they confiscated the girls other weapons.

Leo, on the other hand, became mesmerized by the girl. He took in every detail about her, sharp (e/c) that gleamed, clear (light/dark) green skin, (thin/plump) lips that complimented her snarl that was currently directed at him, every freckle coating her skin, and the way her bandana hugged her face with the (bow/braid) peaking out from behind her... his heartbeat picked up its pace. 'Is this love at first sight?' He thought to himself, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

"Leo!" Donnies whisper shout snapped Leo out of his trance, "What should we do?!" Leo cleared his throat and put his hands up and softly said, "Hey, we're not here to hurt you." The girls glare hardened, "Then why did you handcuff me?!" "We didn't know if you were a threat to us, it was just a precaution." Leo explained.

The girl was quiet for a bit, then she pointed to Donnie, "You! What did you do to me while I was out?" "Uh, I just cleaned your wounds, bandaged them and gave you an IV drip." Donnie recalled. "That's all?" She questioned. "That's all," The purple masked turtle confirmed. She was quiet again, her eyes darting between the two brothers. Finally, she sighed and lowered her arm with the sharp pin.

"Where are the other two? You'll want everyone here for what I'm about to say." She asked, taking a seat on the cot. The brothers were confused, but nonetheless called Raph and Mikey up.

"Woah! She's up!" Mikey observed, offering her a smile, "How are you feeling?" She gave a small grin in return, "Physically? I'm feeling better."

"Hey," Leo started, catching everyone's attention. "I'm sorry to bombard you with questions when you just woke up but... how did you know my name?" The girl paused, thinking back to her previous memories, "So, I was right. You're Leonardo." All of the brothers eyes widened and Leo nodded. The girl then turned to raph, "And you're Raphael." She turned to Mikey, "Michaelangelo." She turned to Donnie, "And Donatello. You four are mutant turtle brothers, trained by a great ninja master, and named after Renaissance artists."

All of the brothers tensed and looked to each other. One thing was on their mind, 'How does a stranger know so much about them?' Raph spoke up, "Yeah, how did you know?" "Because," The girl started, "I know you. Well, a version of you. What I'm about to say will sound crazy, but it's all true. Donnie," She turned to the purple masked turtle, "If you're anything like my Donnie, you'll get a kick out of this." Donnie had a doubtful look, "We'll see." His response caused her to chuckle.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled, "I'm from another dimension. A dimension with different versions of you. Me and my turtles were fighting an enemy of ours called the Kraang when a machine exploded, pushing me into a portal a Kraang had set up to corner me. That's when you guys found me... I just didn't expect to be sent to a dimension with to guys. And by you guys I mean ninja turtles. You guys are ninjas, right?"

"Ninjas in training," Donnie confirmed. "What are your versions of us like?" Mikey asked with excitement, coming right up to the girl. "Where do these 'Kraang' get the technology to hop from dimension to dimension?" Donnie also asked, stepping up to the girl too. "Oh! What do they look like? Who looks cooler?" Raph questions, also surrounding the girl.

"Whats your name?" Leo's calm voice from the back cut through his brothers hyper voices. Raph, Mikey and Donnie stepped aside so you could see Leo again. Now all four of them looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. "Depends on who you're asking," The girl started and continued at Leo's confused stare. "The kunoichi... or me?"

Leo was quiet, his eyes locked onto hers. Finally, he spoke, "You." She smile, eyes crinkling, "My name is (Y/N), nice to officially meet you." Leo's heartbeat spiked at her smile and finally hearing her name.

Mikey piped up, "What's a kunoichi? Does that mean you have two names?" (Y/N) nodded, "Kunoichi means female ninja, and my kunoichi name is: Artemisia." "Why do you have two names?" Raph asked. "Well... I used to be human." (Y/N) responded, getting surprised responses from the brothers.

She chuckled, "That's right, I used to be human. After I was mutated, I figured a code name was in order. So I chose Artemisia after Artemisia Gentileschi, an Italian painter." "Why were you mutated?" Donnie questioned. "Uh, accident. So tell me about yourselves, from the looks of it, you're all different types of turtles. I'm curious to how similar and different you four are from my turtles too." (Y/N) brushed off, changing the subject. The brothers looked to each other out of the corner of their eyes at her hesitancy.

*Time Skip*

The five of them talked for hours, (Y/N) telling the brothers about her and her world and the brothers returning the favor. "By the way, you guys wouldn't happen to have a way to transport from different dimensions, do you?" (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Not that I know of, unfortunately. The closest thing we have is Leo's sword, but I don't think it can go from dimension to dimension." Donnie informed. "What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked, clearly confused.

"That right! We forgot to tell you!" Leo started excitedly, "We all, except Donnie, have magic weapons! I have a sword that can teleport us," Leo took his sword and swung it, demonstrating its use. A circular blue portal opened and he stepped through. The portal disappeared for a good 30 seconds the re-appeared, Leo stepping out with a large pizza.

After sheathing his sword, Leo walked up to (Y/N) and opened the pizza box, slightly leaning down, "For you, m'lady." She chuckled and took a piece, "Thank you, Leo." Said turtle blushed and giggled like a school girl, "You're welcome, it's nothing, don't worry about it-"

Mikey pushed Leo to the side and presented his kusari-fundo, "My weapon catches on fire!" The orange masked turtle swung his weapon around until it came to life, lighting with fire and high pitch laughing. (Y/N)'s eyes went wide, "Woah."

"My turn!" Raph pushed Mikey to the said and revealed his tonfā, "C'mon magic weapon!" He slammed his fists together and larger, red fists appeared over his own. "Wow, you guys weren't kidding about magic weapons." (Y/N) said, impressed.

"The place you got your weapons," She started, changing the subject. "Are we able to go there and see if someone there can help me get back home?" Donnie stepped forward, "We can go look after you're healed more, you're in no condition for traveling." At his words, (Y/N) gained a sad smile, "You sound just like my Donnie, caring and worried." The purple masked turtle gained an embarrassed blush, "I-I'm not worried. I just don't want to be yelled at by Leo if you get hurt because you weren't healed enough." Leo's eyes went as wide as saucers, "What?!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed out loud, "I may be away from home, but I'm glad I ended up with you guys." She gave all of them a warm smile. Raph, Mikey and Donnie returned the smile. Leo, on the other hand, had a love-struck look, eyes half lidded, blush, goofy smile, the whole nine yards.

"It's late, we should get some sleep." (Y/N) brought up, the brothers agreeing. "Goodnight, (Y/N)! It was nice getting to know ya!" Mikey grinned, leaving the lab. "Night, (Y/N), see ya tomorrow!" Raph waved, also leaving the lab. Donnie handed the girl a small remote, "If you need anything just press the button, me or one of my brothers will come help you if you need it." "Thank you, Donnie." (Y/N) smiled as the purple masked turtle left.

All that was left was Leo. (Y/N) looked to him with an expectant smile, causing the blue masked turtle to look side to side in nervousment. Leo weakly chuckled, "Y-Yeah, so if y-you need anything, j-just holla at ya boy!" He gave her finger guns as he walked backwards out of the lab, but tripped half way through. (Y/N) giggled, giving Leo more butterflies, "Goodnight Leo, I'll see you tomorrow." He also giggled, "Y-Yeah, see you t-tomorrow."