#Leo goes by Leo still but not Leonardo

[olive-garden-hoe]

Tmnt 2012 hc:

I think that if the turtles were humanized they would all be black and/or blasian since they’re siblings and would have to have the same genetic tree (in 2012 I’m pretty sure they’re biologically related). However I love idea that they have slight differences between them since they hang out in different areas in nyc (a diverse city with a bunch of different cultures that I think would really interest them).

So anyways I hc that Splinter brought them all up to be bilingual, however Raph and Donnie aren’t as good at Japanese anymore since I think they aren’t as good with languages and they would consume a lot of English content growing up + Leo probably started translating Splinter for them and they kinda stopped needing to use it, so it faded a bit. I think Raph stopped speaking Japanese but can still understand it and could speak it (with some grammar and pronunciation errors) in a pinch. Donnie rarely speaks Japanese but he speaks it from time to time with Splinter, Leo, or Mikey. Leo is probably fluent in Japanese and English and I think her (Leo is transfem in my books) and Mikey can read Japanese while Raph and Donnie can’t. However, I think that Leo code switches and sometimes makes tiny grammar/pronunciation errors, with Mikey being the best at Japanese of all their (Mikey is aroace gender-fluid) siblings.

I don’t think Raph is a big language buff (unlabeled he/him non binary Raph supremacy), so he probably just knows English and Japanese. Meanwhile, I think Donnie knows code languages and probably taught themself (They/them for Donnie, source: me) obscure/dead/constructed languages like Esperanto or Latin. Leo probably can understand/read Spanish to some extent, though she’s barely conversational speaking it. She might also know certain phrases in a bunch of different languages since I hc that she wants to travel. Mikey, in my opinion, will be the best at picking up languages, probably fluent in Latin American Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, and Cantonese, conversational in Italian and Korean, and has begun to pick up some Haitian Creole (though her pronunciation isn’t good because she probably sounds either very American or has WAY to heavy of an accent). They also codeswitch and mesh together languages pretty often, so his siblings have begun to pick up a bit of their languages, especially Leo (how she learned Latin American Spanish)

I think they speak primarily English among themselves and Japanese/English with Splinter, who is plays a little game with himself when he hears music to guess the language it’s in

[its-wabby-stuff]

It was dark. It was always dark. And cold. The second he closed his eyes he always ended up right back here. Nothing ever really happened, but he would run and run until his breath echoed through his body and the air began to scratch his lungs and his lips felt dry. Every time he thought he’d gone far enough to catch his breath, he’d hear the deep sneering voice of Prime and know he can’t stop. He can never stop.

He held his side, which was always bleeding, and the pain was always sharp and accompanied by the severing pain in his skull. He felt the pavement slap his feet. And his muscles flex. And the overall fatigue of his limbs that he knew would collapse the second he stopped. Which was why he couldn’t fight. He could only run.

He never had his swords. Just a picture of his family that he held so tight his hand hurt.

It always made him wonder, because it always felt so real. Like all the pain and exhaustion returned in a moments notices, like it had never left. Like he was still there. Like the dreams were when he was with his brothers and running around the city and laughing like it didn’t matter. And they only felt real because he wanted them to be real. Because he wanted the world where they saved him to be real. But he’s still stuck with that monster.

Always, always, never. It made him wonder why he survives. Why he keeps running and why he doesn’t just let himself die. If the good parts are only dreams, then they aren’t real. But if this is the dream-

Would it even hurt? To stop. And turn around. And look the monster in the face.

To watch him raise his claws and give a pleasant smirk and take him out in one fell swoop.

He woke up. Safe. In his bed. Cozy blankets. Nothing but phantom injuries acting up. He wasn’t bleeding. He wasn’t running. He was out of breath and in a cold sweat. But he was alive. He felt his heart pound against his chest. Alive. Or dreaming.

The monster was cruel. He liked the hunt. He liked to make him pay. He didn’t kill him, that was more than he deserved.

Maybe he was asleep. Knocked out by the blow.

It had only been an hour. This room was his. Or what he remembered of it. Torn out side car. Swords on the wall. Figurines on the shelf. He was home. Or in some version of home. Home was better than back there, in the dark, and cold.

It was worth exploring

Leo’s Dream

Wake up | Mikey’s Dream | Raph’s Dream | Donnie’s Dream

Coming soon

[tommorowonlymaybe]

Interrupted make-out

(When ur kiss with them turns into a full-blown make-out until someone walks in) (Romantic, gn reader)

It was accidental kiss. But then, one second you’re just catching your breath — next, you’re pressed up against a wall or couch or the floor, and their hands are everywhere but respectful. And of course… someone always walks in.

Leonardo

The kiss deepens. It’s slow, burning, as if he was waiting too long for the perfect moment. The embers of a fire that’s been waiting forever to ignite. You’re gripping the edge of his plastron, pulling him closer. He’s got one hand on your waist, the other trembling on your cheek

And then — boom.

“…Leonardo.”

He freezes. Back stiff. Lips still ghosting over yours. You slowly look past his shoulder—

Splinter is standing in the doorway. Dead silent.

Leo practically teleports away from you.

“SENSEI—! I—I was just—”

“Yes. I saw.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, it was, but not—!”

Splinter sips his tea.

“Train harder. You’ll need more focus next time.”

And walks away.

You snort. Leo dies inside, not being able to look at you this time

Raphael

It’s intense. Hot. He’s got you against a wall, your hands tangled around his neck, his grip rough on your waist. He’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. You can’t breathe — and you don’t want to.

And then, suddenly

“RAPH—?! What the actual—”

Raph turns his head, lips still slightly on your neck.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I can see that! In the middle of the dojo?! Really?!”

“You walked in. That’s your fault.”

You hide your face. Donnie flees. Raph just smirks and goes “Now where were we?”

Donatello

It was supposed to be one kiss. Maybe two. Now you’re both sitting on his bed, your legs over his, his bo forgotten on the floor. You’re straddling him, and the way he’s kissing you —careful, desperate, like you might disappear —is enough to melt every inch of you.

Then—

“Dude—WHOA—SORRY—!”

Donnie gasps so hard he headbutts you by accident.

“OW—Donnie!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—WAIT—GET OUT—!”

“I’M ALREADY GONE BRO GOOD LUCK!!”

You both collapse in laughter. Donnie’s face is red for days.

Michelangelo

You’re laughing, lying on the couch, and suddenly Mikey’s on top of you, kissing the air out of your lungs. It starts fun —then it gets heavy. Hands. Tongue. Teeth.

You moan his name once, and he loses it. He kisses you like he’s starving. And then—

“WHAT THE—”

“OH COME ON, NOT ON THE COUCH—!”

Mikey doesn’t even stop. He just yells:

“CLOSE THE DOOR OR JOIN IN, GUYS!”

“MIKEY—!”

He throws the nearest pillow at them

Been felling sad and wanted something super fluffy, so decided to write dis. And yeah, for everyone who requested, I’m so sorry, I didn’t have energy to do ur request, but I hope I’ll get better lately🙏 it might be a little short guys. So yeah go kiss ur turtle!!

[risestarkiss]

Being Baby Blue

Rise Ramblings #313

Leonardo Hamato is…an interesting individual.

As a middle child, he doesn’t have to shoulder the responsibilities of the oldest, nor is he fawned upon or babied over like the youngest. Therefore, he ends up having more of a lackadaisical approach to life.

In his free time, instead of training like Raph, Leo can normally be found reading comic books.

And for good reason! Someone has to be up on the latest issues of Jupiter Jim and his space odysseys.

But, other than being a Jupiter Jim superfan, who is Leonardo Hamato?

If you ask Leo, he's...*takes out a list*: “Primetime,” “First,” “The Best,” “Number One,” “The Champion,” or some other iteration of all of the above.

...Huh. Anyways...

Of course, the first thing Leo would tell you is that he's the team's "Face Man."

As the "Face Man," he’s the one that turns up the charm when they need to schmooze their way out of, or into, something.

He's the face of the group! It's a very important title, right?

Well, in this scene with Hueso, we learn what Leo really feels about his place on the team.

"There's no team with just a face man." "I'm nothing without them."

Hmm. If he thinks that he is nothing without his brothers, then what's the deal with all of this "Number One" and "Champion" talk?

I believe that Leo is exhibiting a form of Reaction Formation.

Reaction Formation is a primitive defense mechanism that involves transforming one's unacceptable feelings or emotions into the opposite.

"Solicitude may be a reaction-formation against cruelty...romantic notions of chastity and purity may mask crude sexual desires, altruism may hide selfishness, and piety may conceal sinfulness."

Leo has been creating these grandiose titles and this larger-than-life persona for himself as a means to cope with his feelings of insecurity, his anxieties, and combat his self-deprecation.

Gee, forming a larger-than-life persona to counteract their suppressed feelings also reminds me of someone else we know…

But, I digress...

Behind the fabrications, his insecurities, who he pretends to be, and who he wants to be, the real Leo is still on display, starting as early as the first episode.

He's attentive, he understands the team's strengths and weaknesses, he assesses situations, he comes up with great plans on the fly, and he is a voice of reason.

These are all the characteristics of a great leader.

However, something happens when he’s actually appointed as such.

There he goes again. He's cocky, arrogant, and act's as if he's unphased even by the prospect of loosing his brothers. If this is Reaction Formation, then what is he trying to mask with these behaviors?

Previously, he was masking his insecurities, his anxieties, and his self-deprecation, but with the faces he pulls when he thinks no one can see them, I want to say the newest emotion is fear.

He is terrified of being the leader and floundering under his new responsibilities. He's scared of the consequences of his actions, and what those consequences may mean for his brothers. However, instead of voicing his insecurities, or communicating with his team, he doubles down and falls back into old habits.

The "Face Man" persona is turned up to an 11, and things get worse and worse until...

His greatest fears have been realized.

He has failed as a leader. He has failed his brothers. He has failed to stop the invasion, and they are all going to die because of his failures.

Now he's faced with the harsh reality of his own mistakes, thus he finally faces himself.

"It's scary to be responsible for the lives you protect, your team...your family. But we do it anyway because that's what it means to be a hero."

He may be speaking to Raph, but he's talking about himself.

His words are his true feelings, the same feelings that have been holding him back this entire time. By opening up, he's able to surrender to himself and let it all go.

And it's the breakthrough we all have been waiting for.

What Leo doesn't know is that through letting go, he's able to become the true face of the group he is destined to be.

He's the face of hope.

Update: This post now also exists in video form. 😌💙

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Scenario or Headcanons of Tmnt (bayverse) x reader who is very friendly and affectionate (maybe crush or beginning of the relationship) but when she gets affection (the boys are e one starting it) she malfunctions? I’m talking getting clumsy, flustered, blushing, stuttering automatically, kinda comical tbh lol

Thank you and hope you have a good day!

ahh, thank you so much for the ask! :3 i hope i don't disappoint, so here goes nothing!! also, likes and reblogs are appreciated as usual ✩

pairings: (bayverse) leonardo x reader, raphael x reader, donatello x reader, and michelangelo x reader (gender neutral)

will include: fluff

while you're usually the more outgoing one in terms of affection, it's not an excuse for your favorite turtle to be reserved with his. in fact, he has his shining moments!

Leonardo

i personally see leo's favorite form of affection is through a kiss

you frequently give him kisses when you see each other and when you're about to part ways after spending time with each other

leo's favorite place to be kissed is on his cheek. he thinks it's sweet and endearing!

he still remembers the first time you did it to him

"See you tomorrow." Leo bows his head down shortly, before he meets your eye again. He turns his back around to make his jump down the fire exit to your apartment, but he feels you tap on his shell.

When he turns around, he's surprised at how swift you are to plant a kiss on his cheek. It was soft, and he wished it lasted longer.

"Goodnight, Leo." you grin, holding your chin up on your palm as you wave the turtle goodbye.

you know he enjoys the gesture, and you enjoy doing it too him as well. so, it's a win-win situation

until, one night, leo decided to turn the tables around you

You just finished brewing two cups of tea for you and Leo. You held the mugs and carefully made your way back to the dojo, where Leo was sitting and having trouble meditating. You offered to make him a cup of tea, and decided to make yourself one too.

"Here," you offer him his mug, "is your tea. I made sure to brew your favorite pack." You smile at him as he takes his cup from you.

"Thank you." He returns the smile. You hum, taking a seat next to him and blowing the steam away from your tea.

You didn't notice that Leo hadn't stopped looking at you.

You were so focused on drinking your tea, you didn't register that Leo had gently pulled your head towards him.

Then, you felt him kiss the top of your head.

Out of surprise, you spit your tea back in the cup abruptly. This backfires on you, because the hot liquid splashes you in the face and you shriek.

"Oh my mutagen, are you okay!?"

you were flustered that night. when leo usually gives you affection, it's in return of what you gave him

however, that day, he did it without you initiating it first- which is what caught you off guard

leo jokes and laughs about that night as much as he can, making your cheeks red from embarrassment

there is one more thing, however

"I still can't believe you actually spat back the tea over that." Leo finishes his sentence after a while of laughing, while you were busy covering your face and groaning into your hands.

"Leo, pleaaaaase. I beg you to forget about it." You whine, albeit muffled.

And since you were covering your face, you had fallen for the tricks of the mighty leader. Which is using this moment to press a kiss on your head again while pulling you close to him.

"Oh my gosh– Leo!" You uncover your red face to look up at him. He just smiles back before kissing you on the lips this time.

Raphael

i like to think that raphael loves callsigns. however, there are different types to these nicknames

there's obviously the nicknames he uses on the bad guys to demean them

then there's the nicknames he uses on his brothers to annoy them

then there's the nicknames he uses with you (yet)

you see, when you first met, you were already calling raph different things

"Hey, hotshot, could you grab me a slice?" You ask Raph from the couch, turning yourself around to give him a pretty smile.

or...

"Raphie, have you seen my history notebook?" You come up to his room where he was doing reps. He nearly dropped the weights on his feet, had you not exclaimed in time for him to jump away.

it came natural to you to call him special nicknames

and it made raph soft. it made him feel special, because you never called his brothers the things you called him: hotshot, big guy, raphie, and, his favorite, handsome

but raph never showed how soft it made him, of course, it would ruin his tough guy reputation!

he thinks about the names you call him at the end of the day when he's laying in his bed

and, one day, he wakes up with the same confidence as you

You were pissed from school today. Your partner for the project the teacher gave for the period wasn't helping you at all and, somehow, they got all the credit.

You were heading down the ladder to the lair and when you turn your head around, you see Raph lounging by the table and watching the tv from afar.

You hurriedly get down the ladder and start stomping your way to the turtle, ranting about your day. You were standing next to him and obviously fuming, until...

"Slow down, gorgeous/handsome. Grab a slice, won't ya?" He smirks, throwing one hand behind the seat.

Your rant comes to a stammer as you feel your cheeks heat up. You slowly turn your head to the turtle, pointing a finger at him.

"E-Excuse me?" You stutter.

"I said... Relax and grab a slice, sweetheart." Raph chuckles, standing up from his seat and helping you into tour own.

He even had to help you eat, because somehow you were messing up eating a pizza from how flustered you were. He also waited until you could properly function again.

Only to call you with another nickname.

Donatello

personally, i don't see donnie as verbally or physically affectionate as his brothers

however, he is a sucker for acts of services

and it just so happens that you enjoy doing stuff for donnie. handing him beakers, writing down notes when his hands are too occupied, and bringing over food and telling him to take a break

"Hey, the guys ordered pizza." You step back in his makeshift lab with a plate full of pizza for you two to share.

You take your seat next to Donnie, who was soldering wires together for a new machine he was making. You hum, tapping on the table gently to break him from his focus.

You learned to not tap on his shell from the last time. You nearly got spilled with deadly chemicals...

Eventually, he pushes up his goggles and meets your eyes. His face softens into a smile and you could feel your heart swell with joy.

"Time to take a break, Donnie." You tell him, watching him set aside his project before you place down the plate of food to share.

"Thanks," he says, "I really would miss more meals if you weren't around." He adds, grabbing a slice. You click your tongue while shaking your head.

and once you're out of the lair, the rest of his brothers (without missing) collectively turn their heads to the lab to hear the squeal that echoes through the entire sewer

he goes to bed at night thinking of all the things you did for him that day

sometimes, he wishes he had the confidence you had to treat you just as fair

however, it's as natural to him as it is to you

You squirm uncomfortably on your chair because it was wobbling. That's unusual, considering Donnie does his best to make his workspace as comfy as can be to enhance his focus.

Donnie seemed to notice how uncomfortable you were and paused on his work. "Here," he stands up from his seat and guides you onto it. "Sit on my chair for now." He smiles at you before facing his work again. "I have a big suspicion that Mikey broke my chair bouncing on it earlier." He clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes.

"Uh-Uh huh..." You reply softly, cheeks turning red and body turning stiff. You were so in your head, screaming about what just happened, you didn't notice Donnie glancing at you when he asked you to reach for his solder.

He chuckles and taps on the table space in front of you to break you out of your daze. You do, but there is still blush on your cheeks. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks softly and you quickly shake your head.

Michelangelo

this one is a bit difficult to write, considering mikey is the most affectionate of his brothers- but i realized something

other than april, vern, and casey, you're the only other human he's ever interacted with! what makes you different is that, you're more affectionate compared to the other three

he's not used to it! you're so sweet that he ends up freezing on the spot whenever you run up and give him a hug, which he returns ofcourse! after some stammering...

"Oh, hey Mikey!!!" You spot him at the bottom of the ladder as you make your way down and call for his attention. He looks up and grins, waving at you.

"What's up, my favorite human!?" He greets you back with just as much enthusiasm.

"Come on, catch me!" You yell and jump off from the ladder with the widest smile.

Mikey panics and quickly stretches out his arms to catch you. When you land in his arms with no effort, aside from a small 'umph!' from you once you landed, you're giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Nice catch!" You tell him, giving him a pat on his shell before asking him to put you down. You walked away to greet the other turtles, leaving the orange masked turtle in shock.

because you're the first human to ever be affectionate to him, he isn't as confident as he thought he would be when it came to this type of situation!

he likes you, definitely. so when his brothers find out, they all just laugh it up by saying its just his nerves.

mikey 'psh's them and says he doesn't get nervous around you

but sometimes he gets caught in the moment

You recently bought a new game and wanted to play it with the turtles! You got down to the lair and immediately invited the first turtle you saw, which so happens to be your favorite turtle.

"Mikey-angelo, my guy!" You grin and jump your way over to the couch, where he was. He greets you with the same enthusiasm and you two share a high five.

You mention the game and the two of you don't waste a second in getting it set up and handing each other the controllers. It was a multiplayer game and you two had to work with each other to reach the set goals.

You two played for a while and after an hour or two, you finally defeated a boss for the mission. You cheer from your spot on the couch and turn to high five the turtle, but...

He cheers louder and gets up from his seat, grabs you by the sides, and lifts you up. He spins you around in joy, and you would join him in cheering, but there was one problem.

You're so surprised by this that your face turns red as you admire the turtle's face. He had the widest smile, and you can tell how relieved he is to have defeated that boss. He looked so happy.

When he opens his eyes, he stops spinning you when he realizes what he's done. He begins to stutter as he awkwardly sets you down, and you turn your head in hopes to calm your blush by not looking at him.

Then he brings back your attention by asking, "let's order pizza?" You quickly turn your head back and nod frantically. You go for your pocket to pull out your phone, but it slips from your hand.

Mikey watches as you comically keep trying to catch your phone, but it keeps slipping until it falls on the floor.

You two stare at each other for a while, but it ends with the two of you eventually laughing.

"Who knew you to be the touchy turtle, Mikey." You comment between chuckles.

"I am! I am the touchy one! I just get nervous!"

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 2)

(Bayverse! Raphael x F! Reader)

desc- (raph keeps coming to see you, much to his older brothers' distaste, meanwhile you're making a few new friends.)

warnings - none, some swearing (to be expected

word count - 3.1k

READ PT 1. HERE

“You went back to see her?!”

Raph rubs a hand in a downward swipe against his face, pulling his lower eyelids dramatically. He knew this was coming.

“She was being attacked!” He counters, “Am I just supposed to just stand around like an ass? Is that what you want me to do, Leo?”

He was a hot-headed, ass-kicking, crime fighting, vigilante. Still nothing could save him from the wrath of his older brother squawking like a mother hen whenever he got the chance. Ever the virtuous leader.

“You went back Raph, saving her or not,”

Leonardo always talked with his hands when he was scolding his younger brothers. Raph quietly wondered if that dramatic swing of his arm was helping with trying to get his point across. The two stood in the airy living area of the lair, close enough to keep tension.

“Okay, so I went back,” he mirrors his older brother’s theatrics, uncrossing his arms and waving them outwards, “What if I hadn’t? What’s the harm in stoppin some creep tryna reach through some chick’s window?”

The elder of them huffs out a dramatic sigh and pinches the bridge of his beak. It makes Raph’s throat burn. It’s condescending. He hates when Leo does that.

“We stopped taking that route for a reason, Raph. She could take our picture, find out where we are-“

“It’s ONE girl! One person, Lee. Just a chick who happened to see me!” Raph cuts through Leonardo’s harsh tone, louder and escalating, stepping a firm foot forward to emphasize his voice.

“And one is all it takes for us to slip up.”

“What about April, huh? She’s one chick.”

“We know April. That was pure luck. Anyone else could be the reason the rest of the world figures out where we are! What we are. We’re not normal, Raph.”

Raphael can only roll his eyes to cope. He knows his older brother is right, at least about that. Nobody just forgets seeing a masked mutant turtle staring right at them.

He remembers the moment he crawled out of the sewers, behind the rest of his brothers and being the one to close the manhole cover while they all made way towards the top of the building. When he lifted himself to the slick balcony in a quick pull of the ladder. The wet metal almost made him lose his footing and he just happened to look to his left, right into your mortified, gawking stare. So much for that ridiculous ‘ninja’ title. He was a deer in headlights under that unblinking gaze, just barely lit by a light somewhere in the room behind you. Raph took the opportunity to scramble up the ladder like an idiot when you fell backwards into the dark. He couldn’t even process the clatter of one of his twin weapon’s falling from his belt, trying to get away, with heavy breaths.

Stupid, stupid! Some fuckin joke this was.

His brothers already know something’s happened when they saw him grasping to get word out with eyes practically bugging from his skull.

“Dude, you good?”

Mikey was the first to notice his older brother falling behind the rest. Raph nearly trips over his sandaled feet, regaining balance as he glances over his shoulder, ensuring to weren’t following him up the fire escape.

“What? What happened?” Leo scanned over his younger brother with concern, eyes darting from his shocked face to his feet that scuffed the cement roof.

“Raph.” Donnie’s head quirks to the side a little, “What’s wrong?”

At first he can’t get any words out, usual wit and snide gone. Raphael’s shock had apparently rendered him speechless.

“I-I… she-“

“Someone saw you.”

He doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake his head. Leo’s stare at Raph’s dumbstruck face is confirmation enough.

“What’s the biggie?” Mikey’s voice indicates his nonchalance, “People see us all the time?”

His question goes unanswered.

“Did she see us get out of there?” Donnie cuts in.

“I-I don't know! I just hopped up on the platform, and she was just-just there!”

He’s scrambling to explain before Leo intervenes, tone stern and demanding.

“In the alley? Where?”

“In her apartment! She was standin there!”

They all go quiet, exchanging worried glances. Gradually, Mikey is put under the hardening, disappointed glares of his three older brothers. A nervous chuckle escapes him before he tries to plead his case.

“Guys-“

“Mike, you told us nobody lived in this complex.” Donnie speaks first.

“I did!” the youngest held his hands up in surrender, “The lights are always off, I thought they were empty!”

“You didn’t think anything, idiot!” Raph’s open hand makes contact with the back of Mikey’s head and he swats it away with a shout.

“Ow! I really didn’t think anyone lived here, dude, I swear!”

Leo groans and turns to curse up at the light-polluted sky.

“She could’ve seen us crawl out of there Mikey!”

“Or not! We’ve never even seen her there!” Mike flinches, expecting another swipe from his older brother. It doesn’t come.

“Yeah until now, dumbass,”

Whack. There it was.

“She was gawking straight at my face, and that was when she was right up against damn glass. Who knows how long that chick has been livin there.”

Donnie and Leo turn over to him, making him the center of their chastising again.

“How long were you standing there?”

The red banded brother rolls his eyes with his whole body, arms raising and flopping back down to his sides defeatedly.

“Man, I don’t know! A couple seconds! She tripped backwards and I just took off!”

Leo’s huff of annoyance is plenty to send Raph reeling.

“I couldn’t fuckin’ help it! If Mikey had maybe done a little deep dive, we coulda figured out another exit before all this bullshit.”

“Well we’re gonna need to find another route regardless. If she knows where we came from, she might try and follow us down.”

Donnie pulls out his tablet before he finishes his sentence, already typing a million buttons a second, while his siblings cluelessly scrounge for any ideas their heads can throw together.

“Maybe we could talk to her!”

Mikey’s idea is immediately shut down with three, gruff ‘No’s’. He crosses his arms with a pout.

“Bad idea,” Leo’s quick to make a point, “We don’t know her. What her intentions are.”

Raph doesn’t say it out loud, but the expressions plastered on your face read more like a clueless, horrified bystander than some mutant stalker.

“I think I found a better route for us.”

Donnie’s face is still lit with the blue light coming from his device, pointing at something they can’t see. Leo doesn’t give it a second thought. He’s already moving to the opposite end of the rooftop.

“We better get going. Can’t risk anyone following us,” he waves an arm, “we can talk about this more back at base.”

Donnie and Mikey pursue with no hesitation, leaving Raph to stand there with a stupid look on his face for a moment. He turns to look at where the ends of the ladder meet the ledge of the building in thought. Maybe he was expecting your frightened eyes peeking over. Maybe. He sighs, and then follows his brothers in a full sprint to leap across another alleyway, starting the late night hours of his patrol.

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“We have oat milk, and regular dairy, ma’am.”

Your patience has already worn thin, 4 hours into the full day shift you’re taking head on. A middle aged woman is giving you a nasty glare from across the counter.

“You’re telling me that a chain business cafe doesn’t have any soy options?”

“Unfortunately, no miss,” that apologetic, customer-service smile is slowly coming undone, “I can offer you oat milk, or if you’d like, we have plenty of other non-coffee options for you to take a look at.”

She sneers and mumbles something about having a chai latte under the name of Diane and shoves a 5 dollar bill and some loose change into your hand for you to punch into the register. How lovely.

The ticket prints and you stick it to the back of the glass display case for your other singular coworker to start making.

No wonder you were understaffed. No one would wish the horrors of working the food industry upon their worst enemy. This was the third extra shift you’d picked up this month, and man was it getting exhausting. Regardless, the money was more than enough to cover rent in that shabby apartment, and get your nails done every once in a while. Until you could get a “real job” (whatever that entailed) it would suffice.

Thankfully, a Tuesday morning was slow enough for you to catch your breath between rude customers and over complicated orders, so you take your time opening the money drawer and putting each cent in its own compartment. You don’t look up when the bell to the front door tinks.

“Look who it is.”

You could pick up that annoying voice from a mile away. Still, you can’t help your smile, looking up to see your brother’s stupid grin and horrible fashion taste, passing through the open doorway with ridiculous confidence, and a beautiful woman to his left. She shoots you a smile.

“Hey stranger.”

Vern struts up to the front counter with a warm greeting.

“You look horrible.”

Your tongue clicks.

“So nice to see you too.”

There’s nothing to counter that with. Little, to no, sleep is apparent beneath your eyes even with the makeup you repeatedly put in every morning. The low effort, company-policy, ponytail probably also does nothing to aid your appearance.

“I miss seeing you around.” His poor apology is accompanied with the offer of a fist bump that you turn into a snail with two fingers. Your secret handshake.

“Could pay me a visit if you miss me that bad.”

It’s the normal, uninteresting flow of your conversations, not that you minded too much. That's the way you and Vern had always been, even before he moved. Before he can interject with his usual excuse of ‘just being a busy guy’, you point your attention to the woman with a little too much enthusiasm. She’s been watching with a curious eye.

“You gonna introduce me to your hot friend?”

She laughs softly and lends her well manicured hand, along with a name that suits her pretty face. April. You accept it, and then offer yours.

Vern’s confidence is already shot out the window.

“April, this is my little sister.”

“Younger sister.”

You correct him. Barely an inch shorter than Vern ’The Man’ Fenwick was not little.

“Right, younger. This is her, uh, cafe I was telling you all about.”

Your brother had such a way with words.

“Vern, it’s not my cafe, I’m just the floor manager.”

“Awh, come on, you practically own the place.”

A nicer apartment in the upper streets of New York would be your home if you ‘owned the place’. But you bite your tongue, indulging in his attempt to make you look at least a little cooler than you actually were.

“Okay, order a drink before I kick you out.”

While Vern takes his happy time staring at the overhead menu, you make small talk with April. She’s a reporter, covering news about all the weird happenings around New York. Way more interesting than your job standing at a register all day. The chat continues as you type in a latte for your older brother and the same for her.

Up comes the topic of last weekend, when that man tried to pull you through your kitchen window. You leave out the part with the giant turtle monster, for more than obvious reasons, but the story is still surprising and concerning to both Vern and April. They shoot each other similar looks that feel a little more than odd to you.

“Some guy stopped him?”

You nod, focusing on lidding the hot cups rather than the topic at hand.

“Yeah. Just knocked his sorry ass off the fire escape and then took off. I didn’t really see what he looked like.”

Liar.

“It sounds a little crazy,” you admit. You draw a smiley face on April’s cup, and a frown on Vern’s.

“I know enough about feeling crazy,”

April’s condolence brings you to meet her eyes with an understanding smile.

“I appreciate it.”

You want to change the topic suddenly.

”So, a family discount for you,” Vern takes his drink from your hand, “And a having-to-put-up-with-his-sorry-ass discount for you.”

Your brother scoffs when April takes the drink and grins up at him.

“We should get going. It was good seeing you, kiddo.”

“You too, Vern. Call me! Or text. Or whatever.”

He leaves the door before April does, with a wave of his free hand. She peeks her head through the closing door.

“Keep me posted. Maybe we can find whoever your guy was.”

A nod from you is what finally sends the two outside, where you can see Vern dramatically burn his mouth on the hot cup and April strutting past him with an embarrassed shake of her head.

Idiot.

It was a nice visit, but way too short for your liking. The day dragged on into the evening, when you let your younger coworker head home early. She’s worked her ass off all day and she excitedly thanked you, rushing out the door while you filled up the mop bucket. Closing took just as long as the day, if not longer to do, but it was finally done. You didn’t relax until hearing the lock click with a turn of the keys, and your shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh.

The walk home was just as repetitive as shutting down the shop. A few short blocks from your place, with the still traffic packed streets and massive cityscape that swallowed your simple little life. Your feet ached. Your eyes strained.

And that lonely, dark, apartment was still waiting for you like always when you pushed the door open and shuffled inside.

Shoes kicked off. Jacket thrown on the couch. Your nice, comfy bed just down the hall. That soft comforter was beckoning your name.

And so was a noise outside of your closed kitchen window. Figures.

No scrape of metal though, or footsteps up the fire escape. It was a loud yowl.

You can barely make out a scrappy little cat sitting on the rail of the fire escape.

You all but run over to slide the window open, and shed some warm kitchen light on her silvery fur. A quiet meow is all you get from her.

“Hi sweet baby.” You coo. She seems interested, but doesn’t move. You’re still hesitant to stick your arm out past the window, so you make a little ‘pspsps’ noise to beckon her over, which seems to work for a split second. When the cat stands to her dainty paws, she freezes, eyes and ears pricking upwards.

You know what she’s hearing.

“Come here kitty! Come on!”

You can’t bring yourself to stop her head from lifting, and then make a sad, soft whine when she hops down and makes her way up the steel steps with a meow.

And your thoughts were easily confirmed.

“Go on, get back down there.”

His voice is hushed, stern. It’s almost comedic. It’s none of your business, but you call out anyway.

“I know you’re up there.”

Silence.

“You don’t know shit.”

Okay, rude.

“Will you bring her down?”

It’s quiet again, longer than before. Enough to make you think he’s gone. But then, the metal sways back and forth just a bit before his feet thud down in front of your window. Mr. ‘Your Worst Nightmare’ is holding the cat in one of his arms, the other bracing himself on the rail. She's purring. You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, but he holds her out, three fingered hand outstretched just in front of the opening, where she calmly climbs down to sit on the brick outer sill.

“Is she yours?”

You swallow nervously.

“She is now.”

The turtle lets out a sort of gruff snort. You’re surprised when he leans down to stroke her. This is the clearest you’ve seen his face in the light bleeding out of the kitchen. It was rude to stare. You just couldn’t rip your eyes away. The way his brow bone furrowed looking at her curiously shaped face and missing ear. His scales were a deep veridian, scattered with scars, like the prominent one above his upper lip. He was chewing a toothpick that jutted out of the side of his mouth.

“Kinda cute.”

It was a fascinating thing, the way the wall separated you both, a human and an otherworldly creature, and yet this tiny kitchen window allowed for both paths to be crossed, admiring a sweet stray cat. His skin jumps a little when your hands just slightly graze past each other. His eyes flick to yours and then away and you avert yours back down to her licking her front paw.

The quiet moment fleets, when he stands just as suddenly as he leaned forward, moving with an awkward cough. And your eyes still stay on him. There’s a dark, spiraling tattoo on his upper right arm that you could see much better in the light.

He’s about to say something but the static whine of a radio comes from somewhere outside.

“Raphael, do you copy?” It’s one of the voices you had heard the night before, and he jumps at the noise before reaching up to his shoulder to click a button on the walkie talkie.

“Yeah! yeah I hear ya.” He whispers sharply into it and waits for a response.

Raphael.

“We’ve got a robbery at one of the banks, on St. Peter’s Avenue. Could use some backup,”

“‘Kay. Headin over.”

He leans back down, gaze’s locking, and trips over his words.

“You uh… you stay safe.”

All you can do is nod your head stupidly and he’s gone once again. The cat’s little trill is what pulls you from staring where he once stood. You smile softly down at her and lift her inside.

“Let’s get you warm, miss girl,” she purrs in your arms when you scratch behind her ear, “I’ll grab you some food tomorrow. And a litter box. You better not shit on my floor.”

Meow.

The next morning when you leave for your shift, you don’t miss the fuzzy little cat toy that’s sitting just outside the kitchen window.

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[sophiacloud28]

Dissecting the Krang Fight

I've wanted to do this for a while but was afraid I was going to step on some toes, so I never did. Also, finding the clips I want to find is hell, so I'm not sure where to start. However, I haven't seen it done and I want to have this stashed somewhere for posterity, so I'm doing it.

Leo in Rise is a showboat. He adores showing off, peacocking, and everything else that addresses vanity to the point where it shows up in his fighting. I can think of two moments when it's at its extreme, though, and that would be in Many Unhappy Returns with the fight against the Kraken and the Evil Six.

And the fight against Shredder where he just... grabs his sword with his teeth because he freaking can.

In fact, it's only in the movie where I would say that we see Leo's true potential as a fighter and a strategist and I think I can boil it down to three moments. The one where he goes for the key and Raph has to sacrifice himself to make sure Leo gets home. The fight with Krang Raph. And the one that absolutely takes it home, the sacrifice against Krang.

Let me explain.

The first fight with Krang, he's still showing off to a certain degree. Playing distraction, trying to figure out what the Krang are capable of right up until their powers get stolen. Then, Splinter gets hurt, things turn for the worst, and Leo...

is left with no other choice but to plan on the fly.

And he does it. Blows every expectation out of the water and manages to get the Key from under Krang's nose. What did him in? He only thought of getting the Key. He didn't think beyond it. He forgot his escape plan.

The second moment would be the fight with Krang Raph.

Again, he's trying to figure things out and trying to buy time. He knows he's got to get his brother back, but he's also playing distraction. Krang's watching and that's keeping his eye off Leo's brothers.

Reason why I know this?

The third moment, the one everyone remembers.

The one where Leo puts everything on the line and is left to make a decision that he knows he has to take despite knowing what it's going to cost, and here's why.

The entire fight with Krang, that self-sacrifice, is long decided even before he stands.

Before this

Before this

Here

is when he formulates what he's got to do to save everyone. Not to win the fight, to save everyone. Why?

The fight itself lasts two moves. Two of Leo's moves, too. The portal first and then him swinging his blade off into the Prison Dimension. He did not let Krang do anything that could sabotage him. He was running on low already, he had one chance.

And he made it count. This was thought through. Leonardo Hamato knew exactly how to play his cards against Krang and got a victory out of it.

How is this insane? Because typical heroes don't do that. You know who does? Chessmasters and Villains. The ones with the grand plans that the heroes have to struggle to stop.

Leo's strength in Rise is downplayed and minimized. Why? Because if they did trust him, he would be devastating.

[dreamweave01]

So.... your AU is putting me through so many thoughts rn, so few questions. You might've answered some already, but--

What was the order of mikey pulling the bros in? Like was it all at once, or one at a time?

Were the bros' reactions mainly positive when they figured out what was going on, or mostly negative bc they would be essentially abandoning the world they lived in?

What was splinter/Draxum's/Big Mama's reactions to having three random turtles show up like this? Like they've never met these turtles before, so were they like: "yes yes adoption papers were submitted yesterday" or were they more hesitant?

For Mikey's world, was the footclan taken down yet or are they working in the background still?

Anyways I am looking 👀

I haven't really figured out the exact order, but I do know that it was all in one trip. Mikey set off on his mission to rescue his brothers (without telling his parents of course, because who tells their parents these kinds of things?) and came back home with all three.

The moment he discovered them, he couldn't just leave them. With how their timelines were, there was a good chance that if he waited, there wouldn't be any brothers left to save.

Which kind of goes into the next question. Leo, Raph, and Donnie didn't have anything left. No friends, no home, no family. So it wasn't like they were against leaving.

Leonardo for instance was more than willing to jump into this new life. A second chance? He was going to take it, no questions asked.

Raphael was only hesitant because he was scared to hurt his family again. Mikey had to reassure him multiple times that he wouldn't lose control again.

Donatello on the other hand immediately came to the conclusion that it was a trick, some set up so that people could use him again, exploiting his greatest weakness: the family he had lost. But a part of him wanted to believe it, (that and the only other alternative was to let the Purple Dragons kill him,) so he went along with it against his better judgement.

The three parents were. . . well, let's just say, they weren't exactly expecting to have three new sons that day. It was a lot to take in all at once. Splinter and Draxum (especially Draxum) weren't exactly thrilled that Mikey had gone on this big quest without telling anyone. What if something had gone wrong? What if he had overextended his ninpo again? What if he had gotten stuck in one of these other timelines?

Big Mama had worried just as much as the dads, but she was more focused over the new faces Mikey had brought home. She's worked with a lot of different people over the years, and she knew a troubled soul when she saw one (or three in this case.) And when Michelangelo told the parents these new turtles were his brothers? Something Draxum had immediately assumed, knowing Mikey.

Big Mama vowed to herself in that moment that she would make sure those boys would never have to go through the hell they endured ever again.

As for the Foot clan, Mikey (with Cassandra's help) showed them a better path than the one they were on. Nowadays, they own a very lovely chain of shoe stores and coffee shops. Their cupcakes especially have become quite popular in New York City.

[jokingmisfit]

A Leonardo Who... (NSFW)

A Leo who fucks you doggy style in front of a mirror.

Who has such a high stamina he can go for hours before cumming and has to go at least three rounds.

A Leo who bites and nips at your neck and chin to cover you completely.

Who tells you to make eye contact through the mirror when you cum and doesn't let you if you don't.

A Leo who is so incredibly good at praising you.

Who fucks you even harder if you praise him back.

A Leo who's so goddamn loud about sex you can't do it with anyone else home.

Who cums in you with or without a condom just because you're brainless and he can.

A Leo who tells you to look at how good you look being fucked

Who is so clingy afterwards that you're not allowed to leave for hours.

A Leo who fucks you so good you can't leave even if you want to.

A Leonardo who fucks you slowly in missionary.

Who somehow while being sensually fucks you super hard.

A Leonardo whose only noises are heavy pants and an occasional "good girl/boy".

Who holds your arms over your head because he just loves how helpless you look.

A Leonardo who barely lets you breathe because he has to ravish your mouth.

Whose hands are all over you and nowhere on you at the same time.

A Leo who will cum first, but still go for several rounds without stopping.

Who runs you a bath and makes you tea after.

A Leo who will sometimes have lazy sex in the bath with you.

Who will lay with you until you fall asleep.

A Leo who after you've drifted goes to train in the dojo so he can release the rest of his pent up energy.

A Leo who has you ride him.

Who despite the cowgirl position has complete control over you and your body.

A Leo who sometimes makes you ride his thigh several times before he fucks you because he loves how you sound when overstimulated.

Whose hands grab your waist or thighs and moves you up and down on his cock.

A Leo who teases you about not being able to control anything.

Who takes pride in his power over you.

A Leo who leaves marks all over you, but doesn't let you do the same.

Who will smack your ass if you even try to disobey him.

A Leo who afterwards doesn't take his cock out and carries you to the shower so he can fuck you in there too.

Who when you're both done has to carry you for the rest of the evening because you can't feel your legs.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I have an idea

where the first born child goes to their parents room and tries to wake up the reader but was greeted with their dad, like they vomited or something and always wanted their mum, so when the dad asked them what were they doing, they acted like they had no clue what he was talking about

I keep seeing videos like this everywhere 😭

Your Child Throws Up In The Night (Fluff/Cracky)

Children Series

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve changed it up a bit, so every situation is a bit different than what you asked, but it still follows the main idea. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy💚

Ages: Marcello - 4. Ragnar - 5. Marie - 6. Luis - 3.

Warnings: Implied children throwing up, short mentioning of an action figure in puke, a little bit of adult stuff suggested in Mikey’s part.

Leonardo:

With timid steps, Marcello made his way towards you and Leo’s shared bedroom, before slowly opening the door that connected your dark room to your now dark bedroom. In the dim lighting he could make out you and Leo’s sleeping shapes on your bed, Marcello’s view of you obscured by his father’s shell facing the door.

Moving his way into the room, Marcello moved over to your side of the bed, where you laid as the small spoon in Leo’s arms, sleeping soundly with your head against the pillow.

“Mommy”, Marcello whispered in the dark, poking your arm with a small finger, before he placed a hand over yours and shook it slightly. At this very moment he only wished for you, praying that Leo wouldn’t wake up. “Mommy. Mommy, please wake up”.

However, you only hummed in your sleep before turning over, snuggling closer to Leo. Just Marcello’s luck.

The little half turtle climbed onto the bed where he grabbed a soft hold of your shoulder, shaking you carefully. “Please wake up, mommy”.

“Marcello?”, Leo’s sleepy voice sounded in the dark, causing the turtle to freeze in his spot. “What’s happening, bud?”

“I… I threw up in my bed”, Marcello said in a small voice, almost as if he was embarrassed to tell Leo what had happened. “I tried to wake up mommy”.

“Oh”, Leo said, sounding less tired by the second. “Well, mommy is sleeping right now. Want me to come and help you?”

“Yes please”.

Raphael:

Little Ragnar had now been pacing back and forth outside of you and Raph’s bedroom, gathering up the courage to go in and tell you what had happened. That he had thrown up in his bed. But not just on his bed. But that one action figure Raph had told him not to play with, as he was supposed to sleep. The same action figure Raph had placed in Ragnar’s shelf, before telling Ragnar goodnight, turning off the light and leaving the room. How was Ragnar now going to explain why his action figure was in his bed, covered in vomit? Well, he couldn’t. Therefore he couldn’t wake up Raph, but would have to go to you directly. Raph just couldn’t know.

Finally, Ragnar decided to push the door open, awaiting you and Raph’s snoring to emanate from the dark room. But to Ragnar’s surprise, the room wasn’t dark and filled with snoring. One of the bed lights were turned on, and in the bed sat Raph with you sleeping by his side. Raph was wearing a pair of headphones, nodding along to the music he was listening to, while knitting on whatever knitting project he had going in front of him.

With the door opening Raph looked up, taking off his headphones with a confused expression. “What’s up, Ragnar? Ya were supposed to be sleeping”.

Ragnar stood for a moment in silence, just swaying in the doorway, unsure of what to do or say. “I was going to tell mommy something”.

“Mommy is sleeping”, Raph said, playing the headphones and the knitwork on the nightstand. “Can ya tell me?”

Ragnar leaned against the doorframe, where he began to bite down on one of his fingers, twirling his foot underneath him as he shook his head.

Raph stared at his son for a moment before the gears started to click. “Ya threw up, didn’t ya?” Ragnar nodded. “And ya action figure as well?” Ragnar nodded again. “I had a feeling. Come on bud, let’s get ya cleaned”.

Donatello:

It was a Friday evening, when you and Donnie laid comfortably in bed, slowly getting ready for sleeping. Both of you sat with your backs against the headboard, your head against Donnie’s shoulder, as you both sat with your own book, reading in the light of the lamps on the night stands. You had both put Marie and Dorothy to bed half an hour ago, while Galileo had gotten himself ready for bed in your presence. So now you sat in comfortable silence, enjoying your married life in the calmest way possible, when all of a sudden, you heard small knocks on your bedroom door. You and Donnie looked at each other in slight confusion, putting your books down.

“Come in?”, Donnie called out, his confusion obvious. The door opened, followed by Marie’s small head poking into your room. “Hey Marie. What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I wanted to ask if I could sleep in here with you tonight?”, Marie asked, avoiding eye contact while playing with the door handle.

“Why would you do that, baby?”, you asked, sitting up further. But Marie still avoided your eyes, shrugging her shoulders as she continued to fiddle with the door handle.

“You’re not in trouble, Marie”, Donnie said, placing your books in the night stand. “You can tell us what’s going on”.

Still avoiding your eyes, Marie let go of the handle before making her way further into the room. She walked to your side of the bed, before climbing up on the mattress and straight into your arms, hiding her face against your chest.

“I threw up”, she finally mumbled. “I don’t feel so good”.

“Aww, sweetheart”, you said, rubbing her back as she melted further against you.

“It’s okay, baby. You can sleep in here”, Donnie said, placing a kiss on top of her head, to which she finally met his eyes. “You just stay in here and I’ll get you a bucket and clean your room. Don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay”.

With half her face still buried against your chest, enjoying your soothing hand on her back, Marie gave Donnie a small smile. “Thanks dad”.

Michelangelo:

It was no secret that Sunny and Luis' energy level sometimes was very high. So high that even Mikey found himself having a hard time keeping up, getting exhausted before the day even was over, looking forward to the evening, when you and Mikey could finally cuddle up in bed, and enjoy the comfort of each other’s lone company. And on this particular day, Mikey seemed very excited by the thought of getting you alone.

Once you had put Luis and Sunny to bed, Mikey was on you in an instant, placing kisses all over your face, before practically carrying you back to your shared bedroom. Wherever Mikey’s sudden energy came from would forever be a wonder to you, but you had no protests against it, trying to keep your laughter and giggles down as he carried you off.

It didn’t take long before you and Mikey were under the covers of your bed with very little clothing left on, lips locked together in a passionate kiss. But then, before your loving embrace could go further in the direction you and Mikey so desperately wanted, your bedroom door suddenly swung open, followed by Luis’ loud voice calling out for you, having you and Mikey jump in surprise. Luis had never been good at regulating his voice, and of course today was no different.

“Mommy! Daddy! I threw up!”, your son said, his little form standing in the middle of the door frame with a wide stance, the hall light behind him, almost looked comical with his large shadow coming into your room.

Mikey gave you a quick look, noticing your almost naked state compared to him, still covered by his boxers, before rolling out from under the cover.

“It’s okay, Lu”, Mikey said, making his way towards the door. “Daddy is going to help you clean”.

You and Mikey definitely had a good laugh about it when he returned.

[hotheadedhero]

Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Part 2

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.” 

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard.  "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated. 

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late. 

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't. 

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission. 

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air. 

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point. 

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders, and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with Y/n ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself. 

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring. 

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done. 

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months. 

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.” 

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things. 

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest. 

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.

[ihaznoclue]

"Not Gross"

Bayverse Turtles x Reader (Seperate)

Warnings -> Trauma, Scars, Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort

Note -> Reader has a scar from left should to their right hip from their father int he past and reader doesn't know that the boys see it

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Not-Proof read - Going back to school tomorrow T-T

Bro I feel bad for Donnie it looks like he was trying to go for a fist bump but Mikey just pats him on the back - shell? and he goes along with it! LMAO (Mikey how could you >:T)

LEONARDO

It was late, the dojo was empty and it was lit only by the warm, low lights from either the sign that were displayed on the walls

You'd come to stretch out after a long day of school/work, you were alone with your thought that was letting silence fill the space

You thought you were alone since the boys went out on night patrol

Your hoodie was off somewhere near by your feet, leaving just your sports top and sweats as you bent into a stretch, you hadn't realized how much your shirt had been lifted, revealing more of your back then usual

That's when he came and saw it even though he didn't mean to

Leo had walked in quietly, as he didn't even go on patrol tonight as his father told him that the boys should be able to lead on their own

Leo froze mid-step into the dojo as his eyes caught on the faint trail along your back, seeing it trail to your right hip

His breath stilled as he didn't mean to see it but now that he had, he couldn't unsee it

That mark... it told a story, the one you never told him

He wasn't sure if he should say something but something in him needed to

"Name.."

Your body jolted hearing the familiar voice call out your name, you spun around halfway as you yanked your shirt back down but it was already too late

Leo's gaze met yours.. calm, steady and wasn't judging - just watching

Even though you tried to play it cool saying "I didn't know you were here, I though you left for patrol"

He nodded "I was meant to but master splinter changed his mind, the others went and I didn't mean to startle you"

You swallows hard and turned away "It's fine, you weren't supposed to see that" He then took a step forward a little bit

"Why?"

You didn't answer but then spoke "It's just a scar" Your arms moved as you hugged yourself "it's not exactly... pretty"

"Does it still hurt" He asks, his voice quiet but firm

You then hesitated, surprised by the question "No.. Not physically"

Leo was silent for a moment then softly spoke "You should've told me you know" That made you look at him "Why?"

"Because I care.." He said simply "And because carrying something like that alone - it's too heavy.. even for someone as strong as you"

Your lips parted, but no words came out, Leo stepped a little bit closer now as he kept his distance respectfully but his eyes held that steady intensity that always made your heart skip

"You think it's something to hide" he said a little bit softer now "But to me? It means you survived something you weren't suppose to and you're still standing strong"

You blinked up at him as your throat tightened

"It's not Gross, that's strength and that's you" This mad your breath to hitch "you don't have to be perfect for me.. you just have to be real and I always choose you, scars and all I don't care"

He then reached up a hand to cup your cheek, the silence between you two stretched but it felt safe.. solid, like he wasn't asking you to open up

Just letting you know that when you were ready, he would be there and listen to o everything

and that?

That was everything for you

RAPHAEL

The lair was somewhat quiet, it was rare and peaceful. You thought you were alone, wrapped up in the stillness after having a quick shower, slipping into your shirt into Raph's room

Your back was to the entrance with the door slight cracked open and for once, you let your guard down

That's when he walked in

Raph had just finished his own training and figured that you'd still be in the kitchen grabbing water or something but the second he stepped into his room, he stopped cold

There it was, the scar along your back

A long, rough line that stretched from your left shoulder to the opposite side of your hip, old and faded but not forgotten. It screamed of something dark, dangerous and painful

And you didn't see him until it was too late, you turned slightly, humming to yourself until you saw him making you freeze on the spot

Your eyes locked on his as panic surged in your chest, thinking that he was going to say something bad about your scar

"Raph!" You gasped, jerking your shirt back down in one quick motion as if that could erase what he just saw just now

"You weren't suppose to - shit - I didn't know if anyone was still here at the lair.."

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, he didn't say anything at first but just stood there, staring, jaw tight and eye unreadable

"It's nothing okay? Just a scar"

"A scar?" he echoed, his voice was low "This ain't just a scar sweetheart"

You couldn't dare to look him in the eyes as you looked down at the floor, your arms were crossed tight over your torso to try and hide "It's old, doesn't matter anymore"

Raph scoffed as he took a steps, his eyes narrowing but not with judgement but with concern "You really think I'm gonna let that slide like it's nothin'? What happened to make you get that"

"I.. I don't wanna talk about it" You said quickly to turn the whole situation down "And I don't need your pity Raph, It's ugly and it happened.. end of story" You snapped

"Ugly" he asks, his voice sounded sharp then stepping now in front of you, close enough to make you back up against the wall

"You think I give a damn about what it looks like?" He asks

You didn't answer as you kept your eyes on the floor

"I've got scars too, ya know" He muttered still looking at you "Plenty.. outside and even some inside, you think that makes me gross?"

Your head snapped up as your eyes are widened "No! Of course not!"

He looked at you with such softness "Then why the hell would you think you think I'd see you like that?" He asked again

You sniffed, Raph's voice dropped, rough but gentle mixed "whatever happened to you.. it left a mark, yeah but you survived it and you're still standin' That don't make you gross - it makes you strong"

He then reached his hand to lift your chin up to look at him once more, there was silence then just as you were about to break it with some joke or half-assed apology, he reached his other hand out and gently took your wrist

Slowly but carefully giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted but you didn

He guided your hand to his own plastron, just over his plastron were some cuts

"We all got pieces of the past that hurt" He said "But you? You don't ever gotta hide yours from me sweets"

That made you lean into him and for once, Raph didn't flinch or play tough, he just held you there

Soild and steady like the world couldn't shake him off of you

And you now believed your scar was worth something

DONATELLO

The lab was warm as it had a glowing blue lights from Donnie's computers and the faint buzz of his electronics

You'd been helping Donnie with some minor tech repairs for his inventions - nothing to crazy right? just passing him some tools, keeping him company while he tinkered away

It was also getting pretty late, you didn't think he'd notice when you peeled off your hoodie which caused your shirt to climb up your back revealing some of your scar

You turned away to fold it and put it on the chair near by, forgetting just how far your shirt just rode up when you moved your hoodie off

You didn't see him stop nor didn't hear the quiet clink of a tool hitting the floor when Donnie looked up and froze

His eyes caught the line of the scar along your back area, a long, pale ling that went down to your hip

That's until he asked you a question "Wha- what's that?" You flinched at the question before slowly turning as you realised it was too late on what he'd already saw of you

"Nothing!" You said, yanking down your shirt quickly "I- I didn't know you were looking"

"Wait- sorry I wasn't like you know staring.. or.. anything, I just looked up and I saw" He confessed

You gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach your eyes "Well now you've seen it, it's gross I know" That caused his expression to shift instantly

Like you'd just spoke in a different language or something

"Gross? No, no wait - that's not.. why would you ever think that?" He asked making you hesitate for a bit

"People don't exactly find that kind of things cute, Don"

Donnie stood up slowly, wiping his hands on a cloth before stepping closer but not too close but close enough to make you feel.. seen

"I know it's not suppose to be cute but it's part of your story isn't it?" He asked making you swallow hard, unsure what to say next

He tucked a finger under his glasses as he adjusted them nervously but then looked back at you

Eyes wide and warm and filled with something that looked like.. admiration..

"I mean.. the fact that you lived enough through something that left a scar like that.. that's not Gross.. that's something strong.. and honestly?" He then paused

Then added a little quieter "I think it makes you even more amazing than I already thought you were" That made you blink up at him

"Even more..?"

He smiled softly "I've always thought you were kind of incredible dove"

Your face flushed with red, just as his did but with a more darker shade of his green skin

Then Donnie got a little bit serious as his voice softened more now "You don't ever have to hide that from me okay? or anything else, I'm not going to judge you or anything like that, I'm not going anywhere"

And somehow in the quiet of his lab, you were surrounded by wires and beeping machine

But you felt safer than you had before

MICHELANGELO

Mikey come back to the room looking for his phone, well more like he thought he left his phone even though he just missed your company and wanted to see you again

He slowed to a stop in the doorway of his room and that's when he spotted you with your back turned to him, lifting up your shirt to wipe some sweat off your face making your back becomes visible to him

And that's when he saw it

A long, jagged scar, fainted in some places of your back, cutting all the way of your back

Trailing down to your right hip and he wondered how long and painful that scar might of been when you got it

It wasn't just a scratch or anything it meant something, pain, a past you never told him about because you were too scared to

His mouth opened to say something but the words were caught, then you turned your head around as your eyes met

Your smiled fell the second you relaized what he might of saw from your back

"Wait! Mikey" You gasped, yanking your shirt down so fast "You.. weren't suppose to see that-"

He stepped forward, slower than usual as a gentleness in his eyes that you weren't used to from anyone before

No teasing, no flirting, just Mikey.. the real Mikey..

"Why didn't tell me?" His voice sounded betrayed but soft, like it hurt to ask

You looked away from him too scared to say anything but spoke up "Because it's ugly. I didn't want you to see me like that and I figured if you knew you'd maybe think I was.. I don't know gross.."

That hit in right in the chest, like a powerful punch

"Whoa whoa whoa! What?" Mikey blinked a couple of times as if he misheard you "Hold up gross? Angelcakes you think that would make me see you as less?" He asked

You shrugged as an answer, not trusting your own voice to speak up for you

Mikey moved closer, careful like you were a piece of fragile art - not because he thought you were weaker but because he respected the hell out of you

He then gently rested a three-fingered hand on your arm "Scars tells stories, angelcakes and to anyone who thinks your scars are ugly.. they never deserved to hear yours in the first place"

You finally looked up at him, reallying looked at him with slight tears forming in your eyes

"You're not Gross, you're badass, you're beautiful and now that I know you've been carrying that alone" He smiled but it was a sad one "You don't have to hold it anymore okay?"

Your heart ached in the best way possible, Mikey just got it

"Okay" You whispered as your two pressed heads together

It was just Mikey standing in front of you as he offered you the kind of comfort only someone who really saw you could give

He looked at more differently now but in the best way and..

That didn't scare you..

-A<3

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How would the Tmnt bros (2003) react to a best friend who has a crush on them and at first they don't feel the same way, But way later on they develop feelings for their friend but theres that bit of awkwardness in that they already rejected said Friend's prior confession.

And like the friend took the rejection well and is trying to move on, though theres a bit of tension as the friend is subtly trying to avoid like being alone or like to close physically with their turtle crush so as to not make them uncomfortable and even gets on a dating app (with 0% success there lol) They atleast hide their still very much there feelings and are good at not being obvious they are still down bad for the turtle.

Also I cant get enough of your writing! I love it so much Always looking forward to the next post, Hope your having a wonderful week!

Hey anon! Sorry for the long wait! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 I really hope you enjoy this one!

Awkward…

🐢💙❤️TMNT ‘03 x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 642

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, a bit more on the angsty side for some, for others they get a bit of fluff. The boys and Mikey don’t know how to healthy deal with their emotions. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo feels like a huge dick. Like, seriously. He felt really bad having to reject you, now he feels really bad that suddenly he feels those same feelings. Like, man. This is NOT what he wanted.

💙 Will actually avoid you at all costs because he feels so bad, he’s trying to focus on other things. He luckily feels better in a group setting so it’s just not you and him.

💙 He misses old times quite a bit, and when he sees the obvious signs that you’re still into him, he’s a mess. Man is just a goddamn mess. Like what’s he supposed to do in this situation? He’s heavily considering talking to you about this but he’s also very scared too.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Despite your confession, you and Raph remained rather close, I mean he wouldn’t ever let little feelings like that ruin— And he’s caught feelings too. Right after he’s rejected you. Oh he feels awful.

❤️ Taking his frustrations out on the punching bag and sparring lately, RIP Mikey. He’s just really upset, because not only did he reject you, but he’s seen those dating apps on your phone too. He wants to sincerely make it up to you.

❤️ Isn’t sure if he should shoot his shot or just let it be and wait and see if these feelings go away or get stronger… He chooses to wait. He chooses to see if these feelings just happened because of the confession and they’re a short time thing. Will shoot his shot a year or two later if you’re both still feeling the same and you’re still single.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Poor Donnie’s brain is going haywire. It was about three months later that he rejected you that he suddenly caught feelings, and it suddenly occurred to him while he was working on his latest invention. And he could not stop thinking about it either.

💜 Dude was panicking a lot when he first realized, and honestly felt himself wanting to cry. He was overwhelming himself at the moment and ended up going to Master Splinter for comfort. After that fiasco, he’s very distant. Like, he’s worse than Leo, kind of distant. He’s just drowning himself in his work and it takes a toll on him mentally.

💜 You end up catching him one day and forcing him to talk, and he finally kinda admits that he’s been feeling like shit because he’s rejected you, and that he randomly caught feelings as well. You two certainly talked for hours, trying to get it sorted out. And if either goes: You two remain friends and try to move past this. Or, you both give a possible relationship a chance after spending more time together.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 To say he didn’t expect this was an understatement, the feelings just kinda hit him out of nowhere. When you helped him patch up after a skateboard trick gone-wrong, it hit him. Mikey liked you, but he already rejected your confession. Uh oh.

🧡 He definitely thinks on it, for once, instead of going in and flirting with you. For once he was thinking about this, as he felt guilty about it. When he’s thought about it, he’s probably gonna be the only one who’s open about it unlike the rest of his brothers, only one that has really healthy communication.

🧡 When he’s open and honest, he’s extremely nervous, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Rejecting you then telling you how he feels about you is pretty messed up. Luckily, the two of you talk it out and try to reconcile and work it out. Luckily, your feelings were still there and blazing, and it’d take a bit before you could completely forgive him, but you both worked it out. You’re giddy to say you have a date on Friday and you’ve deleted all the dating apps off your phone within minutes after you and Mikey’s big talk.

[tommorowonlymaybe]

TMNT 2012 x Very Touchy Reader

Omg Donnie’s part just HUGE…Well you can tell who’s my favourite turtle ahhaha ,’> this is my first writing, sorry if something is wrong, and I tried to do my best with their characters, but still I think there’s huge oc in the Mickey’s part…;( The first one is more for platonic, and second- for romance. I would appreciate any support from you. Like, repost—everything is welcome! Well, enjoy!

Before They Fell in Love:

Leonardo

Leo is polite about it. At first. He’s a leader, a ninja, a warrior—someone who’s trained his whole life to stay composed. Letting emotions get the best of him isn’t an option.

So, yeah, he doesn’t mind your affection, but he’s not sure if it’s… normal? You hug everyone, so does that mean it’s nothing special?

The first time you lean on him, he tenses up for a split second before slowly relaxing.

‘Okay, it’s just a friendly gesture. Friendly. Totally normal.’

Then it happens again. And again. A casual lean against his side. A playful nudge. Fingers brushing against his arm without a second thought.

But you don’t seem to notice. You just go about it like it’s completely natural. A casual touch here, a hug there, always comfortable in his space. It’s just… you.

And at some point, he stops flinching. He stops overthinking it. You lean against him, and he doesn’t move away. You grab his hand, and he lets you hold it.

That’s just how you are. It doesn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t mean anything. And that should be comforting.

And, well, surprisingly, it is

Raphael

“What the hell?!”

The first time it happens, you hit the nearest wall. Not because he’s mad. Not because he doesn’t like it. Just because—what the hell was that?!

Who just hugs someone like that out of nowhere? Who just leans on him like it’s normal? He doesn’t even know you that well! And what kind of person grabs his arm like that and—ugh, what do you even want?!

He’s not used to this. At all. His whole life, physical contact meant fighting. Training. Defending. Not… whatever the hell this is.

So yeah. He shoves you off. Hard. Maybe growls something like “Keep your hands to yourself.” Maybe glares. Maybe acts like you personally offended him.

But you don’t stop. You never stop. You hug him, lean on him, sit too close, grab his hand—it’s like you don’t care how many times he tries to push you away.

And, somehow, he gets used to it. He still complains, still scoffs, still acts annoyed—but he doesn’t shove you anymore. Not really.

Because at some point, you stopped being just some newbie. At some point, you became part of the team. At some point, he started liking it…

Not that he’d ever admit that.

Donatello

At first, Donnie doesn’t think much of it. Sure, it’s unexpected—he’s not really used to people being so physically affectionate with him. (Or at all, really.) But he assumes it’s just part of your personality, a quirk like any other.

And, well… it’s nice. It’s warm.

A casual touch here, a light squeeze there—like it’s the most natural thing in the world. A hand brushing against his arm when talking, leaning against his shoulder while watching him doing something on his lab, even fingers absentmindedly playing with his when you’re sitting close.

One second, he’s focused on his work, adjusting a circuit board or analyzing some data. The next? You’re leaning against him. Just—casually. Like it’s normal.

And suddenly, he forgets what numbers are. What was he doing? What was the problem? What’s his name again? Oh, right—flustered. His name is Flustered.

He tries to act natural, but he’s failing miserably. If you hug him? He malfunctions. If you grab his hand? He’s about to blue-screen. And the further you go, the more his head goes crazy

He starts assuming this means something. It has to, right? People don’t just do that. Not unless they—you know.

So he starts to wonder. Maybe you like him? Maybe this is your way of saying something? Maybe—

Oh. Oh no.

You do it to everyone. Of course... It’s just who you are. It doesn’t mean anything… maybe that's even good.

Michelangelo

Are you kidding? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

You hug him? He hugs back—tighter. You lean on him? He leans right back. You grab his arm? Guess what? You’ve got a new arm accessory now, and it’s him.

Mikey doesn’t just tolerate it—he thrives on it. He’s all about physical affection, and finally, finally, someone else in this lair gets it!

It’s like having a cuddle buddy on demand. Except you’re not just some buddy, you’re—you. And that makes it even better!

He loves how comfortable you are with him. Loves how easy it is. Loves how you don’t hesitate, don’t hold back, don’t act weird about it.

But, you know, he’s not delusional. He knows you’re just like that. He sees you do the same thing to Raph, Leo, Donnie—even April and Casey

And that’s cool! Totally cool

He doesn't care about last part. As long as you pay attention to him, and don't push him away, it’s okay. Mickey isn't prone to jealousy like that, especially in this context

After they fall in love:

Leonardo

Now, it’s a problem.

Because before, it was just a weird habit you had. Now? Now he notices every single time you do it.

Every hug, every touch, every time you casually rest your head on Donnie’s shoulder or grab Mikey’s hand or—ugh.

But he’s Leonardo. He’s not going to make it weird. He’s not going to ask you to stop. He’s not going to let it bother him.

Except… it does.

So he does what he always does—acts like it doesn’t. Keeps his posture straight, keeps his voice steady, keeps his feelings locked down.

And if, sometimes, he finds himself standing a little closer to you than necessary—if he lets you lean on him longer than the others—well…

…That’s just him being a good leader. Obviously.

Raphael

“Seriously? Again?…”

At first, he doesn’t think anything’s changed. You’re still acting the same. You’re still hugging him, leaning against him, grabbing his arm when you talk.

…But now, he’s hyper-aware of it.

Now, every time you touch him, his brain short-circuits. Every hug lasts too long. Every brush of your hand makes his skin tingle. Every time you lean against him, he has to force himself not to freeze up like an idiot.

And the worst part? You don’t even notice.

Because you do it to everyone. Leo. Donnie. Mikey. April. Even Casey.

And every single time, Raph has to fight the urge to rip them away from you.

It’s not like he’s jealous! (He is) But it’s not just that. It’s the fact that he thought—he hoped—maybe it meant something when you did it to him.

But it doesn’t. Because this is just who you are.

So he does what he always does—bottles it up, shoves it down, and tells himself it doesn’t matter. You don’t belong to him.

But damn… he wishes you did.

Donatello

Well…

You still hug him the same way. You still lean on him, casually brushing against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You still reach for his hand without a second thought, still curl up next to him on the couch whenever there’s room.

So why does it feel different now?

Why does his breath hitch every time you touch him? Why does his heart start pounding so hard he’s afraid you’ll hear it? Why does he suddenly crave it when you aren’t near?…

It’s fine. It’s fine. He just needs to get a grip, keep his cool, not let it get to him. He’s handled worse. He’s fought aliens. He’s hacked top-level security systems. He can survive this.

…And then he sees you do it to someone else.

And suddenly, it’s not fine.

He never cared before. He swears he didn’t. (Liar) But now, every time he watches you casually wrap an arm around Leo’s shoulders, every time you ruffle Mikey’s head or let Raph pull you into a playful headlock, it twists something sharp in his chest.

He’s stupid, right? You’ve always been like this. He knew that from the start. It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose, not like you’re trying to mess with him. This is just who you are.

And maybe that’s what bothers him the most.

It’s driving him crazy. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that you can just—just do that without thinking! Without thinking what he feels about it

Because when you do it with him, it’s everything. It means everything.

But when you do it with everyone else… maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.

And the worst part? He can’t even say anything. Because who is he to ask you to stop?

Michelangelo

At first, nothing really changes. Mikey’s still Mikey. Still grinning when you hug him, still throwing an arm around you whenever he can, still enjoying every second of it.

But then, one day, it hits him.

You hug everyone. You hold hands with everyone. You sit in people’s laps, drape yourself over their shoulders, peck on the other people cheek’s… and then go to him and act like it’s nothing.

And suddenly, it’s not fun anymore. Now its feels unfair. He used to love it, but now he wants more.

He starts stealing extra hugs. Holding on for just a bit longer. Staying next to you. And one day, he just… grabs you.

“Okay, my turn! Hug me! Now!”

(And he means it.)

Not because he wants to own you or anything—that’s not it! It’s just…

He thought maybe — just maybe — it was different with him.

But it’s not.

And that sucks.

[hikarry]

I'm a big apologist of Aziraphale/Wilde for jealous Crowley reasons and I do wish there were more fanfics about the topic. Or even not about Wilde, just the men in the gentleman's club. Crowley was supposedly asleep at the time but he is clever, he would figure it out somehow (memorabilia Aziraphale keeps in the bookshop, for example) but I don't think he would really bring it up. He would be jealous in silence.

On the other hand, I'm also an apologist of Crowley/Da Vinci. It's not everyone that has a bloody sketch of the Mona Lisa with the message "For my friend, Antonio" or something along those lines (I think it was written in Italian? I can't remember anymore). And Crowley has kept it in pristine condition for centuries!

By now, everyone knows Leo was queer, yes? Fantastic.

Crowley is attracted to art like music and statues, but you know what else? Engineering! Because he used to be a Star-Maker, and what was Leo besides an amazing artist? An engineer! Do you really think Crowley wouldn't be attracted as hell by his inventions? Especially the flying machine?

Now, with the idea that they knew each other and probably spent a lot of time together in the workshop and drinking and what not...well, have you looked at Crowley? He's gorgeous! And artists are attracted to pretty things. My headcanon is that Leo painted Crowley at least once.

Now, a good story would be if the painting was lost in time and eventually found and it made a tour through the best museums and made a stop in London, eventually.

Aziraphale would be excited, Crowley would be curious, and they would go together.

When they arrive in front of the painting Crowley goes very still and Aziraphale gasps.

"But! But that's you!"

"Mhnn eh how would I know? Plenty of red heads back then in Italy, I assure you."

Aziraphale points at the picture.

"I would recognize that face anywhere, Crowley!"

"Aw, angel, would you? What a flatterer."

"That's not the point! This painting...this painting is gorgeous. But aren't you a bit too...au naturel?"

"Agh, eh, I mean. Plenty of semi nude paintings to go around from that era."

"Yes, but in that case the artist and the muse were quite close." Gasp. "Anthony J Crowley, you had a...a thing with Leonardo Da Vinci?! While I was in Spain?!"

"Ngk. I wouldn't call it a thing. More like...a tiny thing."

So yeah, while Crowley is jealous on the inside, Aziraphale (especially if they were already in a relationship) would be very obvious about it and very vocal. Even petty if we want to go down that route.

"Please, angel, you've been avoiding me for 2 days."

"I refused to be kissed with the same lips that kissed Da Vinci."

"Oh yeah? What about your 'friend' Oscar Wilde?!"

Aziraphale gasps and blushes.

"Why the hell would you bring Wilde into this conversation?!"

Crowley steps closer.

"I know exactly what you did with him back in the 1800s. And yet I never complained did I?"

"...since when?"

"The 40s."

"And you never told me you knew?!"

"Because I don't care! I mean, I do, it hurt a little. A lot. But I got over it. That was a century ago, Aziraphale. And I have you now, don't I? I won in the end."

Sorry, I easily get sidetracked. My point is: more Crowley/Da Vinci fanfic or even art are needed.

[mbruben-stein]

I fucking love your work

And can you make a TMNT 2012 Leo x Chubby/Curvy Reader?

I love your TMNT work God bless you sweetie🤗💕

I love you the way you are.

TMNT 2012 Leo x chubby/curvy reader.

A/N: I was having a little bit of trouble riding this one. I was just stuck on writers block for a while. I hope everyone enjoys what I write. Have a lovely day everyone and remember that there's always going to be someone that loves you the way you are.

You sigh as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, pinching the soft flesh around your waist. No matter how much you work out and eat healthy, you can never seem to lose the curves and extra weight. Sometimes you feel insecure about your body, wishing you had a lean, slender figure like April or Karai.

As much as you try not to let it get to you, the negative thoughts creep in more and more lately. It doesn't help that you have a huge crush on Leonardo - strong, disciplined, heroic Leo. You're sure he would never be attracted to someone with a body like yours. He probably goes for fit, athletic girls who can keep up with his intense training.

Feeling discouraged, you throw on some loose clothes and head over to the lair to hang out with the turtles like you do most days. You've been close friends with them ever since they saved you from some Purple Dragon gang members a year ago. Although you adore all four brothers, you find yourself most drawn to Leo and his sense of honor and leadership. You try to hide your feelings, not wanting to risk your friendship or face inevitable rejection.

When you arrive at the lair, Mikey bounces over to greet you. "Y/N! Check out this new pizza recipe I invented - pepperoni, jelly beans and garlic! I call it the Mikey Surprise!"

You laugh and pat his shell. "That sounds...interesting Mikey. Maybe I'll try it later." You scan the room and spot Leo practicing katas off to the side. He notices you and gives a quick smile and wave before resuming his focused movements with his katana blades. Your heartbeat quickens at the mere sight of him.

"Whatcha staring at, Y/N?" Raph teases, plopping down on the couch. "Could it be our fearless leader over there?"

You feel your cheeks redden. "What? No! I was just spacing out. Not staring at anyone in particular."

Donnie looks up from the gadget he's tinkering with, raising an eye ridge. "Uh huh, sure." He exchanges a knowing glance with Raph.

Wanting to change the subject, you ask, "So what's the plan for today guys? Any missions to foil the Foot or Kraang?"

"Nah, it's been pretty quiet," Raph says. "Probably just training and patrolling later."

As if on cue, Leo finishes his katas and strides over to the group. "We'll head out in a few hours to scout the city. There's been reports of increased Purple Dragon activity by the docks we should check out." His ocean blue eyes turn to you. "Y/N, you're welcome to come if you'd like. We could always use an extra set of eyes. And I know you can handle yourself in a fight if needed."

Your eyes widen in surprise. Leo has never invited you on a patrol before. "Really? You'd want me to come with you guys?"

"Of course," Leo says warmly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're part of the team."

You beam at him, heart fluttering at his touch. "I'd love to come! Thanks Leo!" You try to sound casual and not too eager.

The next couple hours pass quickly as you all eat pizza, joke around, and watch Mikey and Raph thumb wrestle. Soon it's time to head up to the surface. The turtles gather their gear and you all climb out of the sewer into the dark city night.

You follow the brothers as they sprint and leap across the rooftops with ease. Even with all the training they've given you, you still struggle to keep pace with their mutant speed and strength. Not to mention your curvy body feels cumbersome and heavy as you try to gracefully jump from building to building like they do.

After a few minutes, you need to pause to catch your breath. "You guys go on ahead," you pant, waving them on. "I'll catch up in a sec."

Leo frowns and hangs back as his brothers continue forward. "You okay, Y/N? We can take a break if you need to."

You force a smile, not wanting to slow him down. "I'm fine, Leo. Just go with the others. I know I can't keep up with you guys."

He shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you behind. Here, climb on my back. I'll carry you the rest of the way."

You hesitate, self-conscious about your weight. "Are you sure? I'm probably too heavy..."

Leo gives you a look. "Y/N, you're not too heavy. It's no problem, I promise. Now hop on before the guys get too far ahead of us and Raph starts calling me Lame-o-nardo again."

Biting your lip, you walk over and carefully climb onto his shell, wrapping your arms and legs around him from behind. He easily hoists you up and takes off running, not showing any strain from your added size.

"Is this okay?" you ask meekly, convinced you must be crushing him.

Leo cranes his neck to give you a reassuring smile over his shoulder. "You're perfect, Y/N. I've got you."

Something about the way he says that makes your stomach flutter. You rest your head against his shoulder and allow yourself to relax as he carries you across the rooftops. Being this close to him feels amazing.

After a couple minutes, you catch up to where the others have stopped on a ledge overlooking the docks. Leo gently lowers you to the ground. You immediately miss his touch but try to focus on the mission.

"What do you see?" Leo asks his brothers.

Donnie peers through the scope on his goggles. "Looks like your typical Purple Dragon deal going down. I count maybe a dozen of them and...is that Hun? I thought he was still locked up!"

Raph cracks his knuckles. "Not anymore it seems. And it looks like he brought backup." He points to several black vans pulling up.

"Foot soldiers," Leo says grimly as the doors open to reveal Shredder's men piling out. "Just what we need. A Purple Dragon and Foot team-up."

You look at Leo in concern. "What's the plan, Chief?"

His brow furrows in thought before he nods decisively. "We go in quick and quiet. Take out as many as we can before they sound the alarm. Don, Mikey, you guys handle the Purple Dragons. Raph and I will deal with the Foot. Y/N, I want you to stay up here and keep watch. Let us know if any more show up. We'll regroup once it's clear."

You frown slightly, wondering if he just wants you to stay back because you'd get in the way with your lack of ninja skills. But you know he's just trying to keep you safe, so you agree.

"Got it. Be careful down there guys." You give Leo's hand a quick squeeze. He returns it before signaling his brothers forward.

You crouch on the ledge and observe as the four ninja turtles silently take out the guards and make their way through the shadows. It never fails to impress you seeing them in action.

Things seem to be going smoothly until you notice another black van pull up and even more Foot ninjas spill out. "Guys, heads up! Reinforcements incoming!" you say into your T-phone.

On the ground, you see Raph groan. "Aw shell, not again."

The new wave of Foot rush to aid their comrades, turning the battle into an all out brawl. You wince as you watch the turtles begin to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies surrounding them.

Suddenly, you notice Leo get knocked back by a powerful punch from a hulking Foot ninja. The brute raises his sword to deliver a finishing blow while Leo is dazed...

Without thinking, you leap off the ledge and land shell-first on the Foot soldier, knocking him to the ground. You roll to your feet in front of Leo protectively. "Stay away from him!"

The Foot ninja rises and growls at you, but you stand your ground. As he lunges, you sidestep and use your lowered center of gravity to grab his arm and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him hard into the concrete.

Leo stares at you in awe. "Y/N! That was amazing!" He seems to notice your fierce protectiveness of him and smiles softly.

You help him to his feet, blushing. "I couldn't let him hurt you. Now let's finish this!"

Side by side, you and Leo rejoin the fight. It feels so natural, moving in sync with him as you take down Foot ninja after Foot ninja. Your curves make you surprisingly agile and powerful.

With your added help, the turtles manage to beat back the Purple Dragons and Foot clan, sending them retreating into the night. You all cheer and high five in victory.

"That was so cool how you just jumped in like that, Y/N!" Mikey says excitedly. "You were all fierce and BOOYAKASHA!"

"Our girl's got some moves!" Raph agrees, giving you a fist bump. Donnie pats your back proudly.

You smile shyly at the praise. Your eyes find Leo's and he is gazing at you with open admiration. "Y/N, you were incredible. Thank you for having my back. You're a true part of this team."

Your heart soars at his words. "I'll always have your back, Leo," you say sincerely.

On the way back to the lair, Leo insists on carrying you again, even though you aren't tired. Not that you're complaining. Being held in his strong arms is something you could get very used to.

When he sets you down in the lair, he keeps his hands resting on your waist. "What you did tonight... it showed me a side of you I've never seen before. Your strength, your bravery, how you didn't hesitate to protect me."

He looks deep into your eyes. "Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now. The reason I get so protective of you is because...I care about you. As more than a friend. I have feelings for you. Strong feelings."

You stop breathing. Is this really happening? "You do? But why? I mean, look at me..." You gesture helplessly at your curvy figure.

Leo cups your face tenderly. "I am looking at you. And I see a beautiful, courageous, amazing woman. Your body is perfect the way it is. Soft and strong. I love your curves." His thumbs stroke your full cheeks. "I love every inch of you, inside and out. And if you'll have me, I promise to show you just how much every single day."

Tears fill your eyes at his heartfelt declaration. "Oh Leo... I feel the same way! I've always loved you!"

Beaming, Leo pulls you flush against him, your soft chest cushioning his hard plastron. "Yeah?"

You nod shyly and he grins. "Then allow me to make up for lost time..."

He leans in and captures your mouth in a passionate, loving kiss. You melt into his embrace, finally feeling fully accepted and cherished exactly as you are.

In Leo's arms, with him kissing you like you're his whole world, all your insecurities fade away. He loves you, curves and all.