#Tmnt April x reader

[lulu-tutu]

Sweets for Sweeties 💕 (Multi, Non-Poly)

A/N: Anon gave me plenty of ideas and I loved them all, so how could I not do every single one? Thank you lovely <3 I’ll tag the next few ideas when they’re done! Got a few requests in the drafts!

Pairing(s): Rise!Leo x GN!Reader, Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader, Rise!Mikey x GN!Reader, Rise!Raph x GN!Reader, Rise!April x GN!Reader

Romantic/Platonic

Warning(s): None, pure sweetness

Proof read :)

Anons second request here

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Leonardo

Surprising Leo with a box of homemade fudge brownies was the best idea you have had for a while.

When he saw you rock up to the lair with the box in your hands, he tried his best to keep his smile from stretching too far across his face. He failed and you easily noticed.

”Happy Valentines Day!”

Even with your large smile and flushed cheeks, there was a small worrying in your stomach that he wouldn’t like them, but you did your best to push them aside as he kissed your cheek and gently took the box from you.

He chuckles softly when he opens the box, marvelling at the goodness inside, “All these just for little ol’ me? You shouldn’t have. Why, we both know you’re sweet enough for me.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him, your cheeks only getting warmer by the minute.

When you tell him that you made them yourself his eyes instantly soften.

His little act drops fairly quickly after that and you instantly pick up on him shifting around on his feet, was he even sweating?

He tells you to wait where you are before quickly making his way to his room, leaving you there confused before he comes running back with his hands behind his shell.

“So, I decided not to make you anything in case it wasn’t, uh, edible, but I got you these…”

You were going to say that his cooking wasn’t even bad before he reveals what he had been hiding.

Your eyes widen at the seriously large bouquet of roses, the flowers a deep red.

”Leo.” You breathe out, taking the bouquet from him with so much care as the scent hits your nose, “They’re—“

“Beautiful?” You tear your eyes away from the flowers to see him staring at you with such a soft smile, his eyes taking in your features, “Yeah, I know.”

You spent the rest of the day cuddled up in his room, sharing the brownies while he runs his hand along your back, the two of you just enjoying the moment.

Donatello

You weren’t sure at first if Donnie would really want to celebrate a day of romance, he loved you, you knew that, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with such a big display of affection.

It was you though, so you were still going to make him something, just nothing over the top.

In the end, you made him chocolate cake pops!

They were small, delicious and bite sized so that he didn’t have to get his hands dirty if he was working in his lab.

With the sweets in hand, you surprisingly found Donnie outside of his lab, the turtle pacing backwards and forwards, muttering to himself under his breath.

”Donnie?”

Your voice snaps him out of his mini trance, and when he turns around to fully face you, you couldn’t help but notice the red heart shaped box in his hands.

”Y/n! I knew you were there, of course I did.” He clears his throat and straightens his hunched posture to stride up to you with jelly legs, his confident smile coming off more sheepish if anything.

He breathes in deeply, eyes closing as he holds out the box to you, “Happy Valentines Day.”

You weren’t expecting this, not at all. In your shock, it must have looked like you were hesitating to take the box which makes Donnie freak out internally.

”I know, cliché, right? You don’t have to take it if you don’t want—“

“No, wait! D, I love it.” You quickly grasp his wrist gently, a large grin spread across your cheeks, “I really, really love it. Thank you.”

You place the box under your arm, all the while Donnie rubs the nape of his neck, “Of course you would, I knew that…”

You hold back a small laugh and instead hold out your own gift, “Here, Happy Valentine’s Day. I made them myself.”

”You made…?” His voice fades as he stares down at the box, taking it as if it was his first born. He lifts the lid to stare in amazement at the cake pops.

Just knowing that you made them for him had his heart melting. How’d he get so lucky?

”Have I told you how much I love you? Because I love you.” He whispers ever so softly, taking your hand as he leads you to his lab. “I love you too, Tello. I love you too.”

Michelangelo

Of course you had to make something sweet for your precious boyfriend, you would make him sweets everyday if you could!

You spent little to almost no time in thinking up what to make him, the answer was simple honestly.

Cupcakes! You felt like they suited him really well, and who doesn’t like cupcakes?

You might have made them early in the morning, just so they were made fresh. If you were going to do it, you were going to do it right. Forget about being tired!

Most likely smelling lightly of frosting despite showering before coming down to the lair, you had a small skip in your step as you called out for Mikey.

You barely had time to spot his orange bandana tails before he engulfed you in a tight embrace, his face nuzzling into the corner of your neck, your box of goodies almost crashing to the floor before you managed to hold them out of the way of the hug.

”Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart!” He lightly sways you from side to side, his happy laughter filling you with so much glee that you had to hug him back with the same enthusiasm.

”Mikey! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You manage to part ways after a few minutes of cheek and forehead kisses, bright smiles on your faces with just as bright cheeks.

”I have something for you.” You grin, presenting the container to him which he quickly takes notice of.

Little stars basically fill his eyes, his hand coming up to cover his mouth for a moment, “You made me cupcakes?” He squeaks.

You furiously nod your head, which somehow makes him even more energetic.

”I made you cupcakes too!”

”Aww, you did?” You bounce on your toes, toothy smile never once leaving your face, “You didn’t have to!”

”Of course I did! Now we just have more to go around! Come on, I’ll show you! I tried to make the icing look like our faces!”

How you managed to eat his amazingly decorated cupcakes was a mystery, but you both ate enough to have you both passed out on his bed, bodies tangled up with each other.

Raphael

Your boyfriend was the sweetest being on earth, and you felt like you needed to show him that. And what better day then Valentine’s Day?

You ended up baking him some cute sugar heart cookies with little ‘I <3 U’s and ‘Cutie’s and other wholesome words written in icing on them.

You made sure to do multiple batches, the more the merrier? You wouldn’t be surprised if his brothers tried to steal a few when the two of you weren’t looking anyway.

With the cookies safely in your grasp, you ventured into the lair with your sights on finding Raph. You didn’t expect to find him in the kitchen, the large turtle muttering and whining to himself as he goes through everything.

“Raph?”

His shout of surprise and the sound of his shell hitting something scared the both of you.

”Y/n, you’re here! Now! Great!” He manages to say between clenched teeth, his eyes never meeting your own.

”Of course I am, silly. I made you something, here! Happy Valentine’s Day.” You hold out the container of colourful cookies, but they never leave your hands.

”You made them? For me?” His hand slowly reaches out for the container but he quickly retreats, holding his hand with his other as if he’d been burned. “I can’t- I don’t deserve them.”

”Pardon?” Your eyebrows furrow, a small frown appearing on your face, “Honey, what do you mean?”

His shoulders slump forward as he sighs, fingers tapping together, “I tried to make you something…a lot of somethings actually, but every time I did, it just ended up a disaster.” He mutters, eyes downcast.

Your heart squeezes in your chest as you place the container down, instead placing a delicate hand on Raph’s cheek. “Oh, honey.”

He slowly lifts his head to meet your love filled gaze, “I don’t care that you don’t have anything to give me. I’m just honoured that you kept trying to make me something however many times you did! It’s sweet, thank you.”

You place a gentle peck on both his lips and forehead, sliding your hand from his face to take him by the hand while also grabbing the container again, “Come on, we can watch a movie while sharing these, sound good?”

He stares at you with half lidded eyes, the most softest face you had ever seen coming from him as he squeezes your hand back, “Sounds perfect.”

April

You had been fretting over this day for a few months, you might have been over thinking things but you just wanted April to enjoy her Valentine’s Day gift

You didn’t want to go too overboard and freak her out, but you also didn’t just want to buy something from the store, so you decided to make her something yourself!

In the end you bought some of the best looking and fresh strawberries and dipped them in chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate to top it all off. It was sweet, just like her, you thought. You also baked up some chocolate cookies, just to add some crunch.

You met her at the park, her suggestion, the cookies and chocolate strawberries placed in a bag that’ll keep them cold and stop them from melting. So you hoped anyway.

”Y/n, over here!”

Your girlfriends familiar voice catches your attention, your gaze shifting from the lake besides you to — what?

”Oh, wow. April, you did all this?”

Sitting cross legged on a picnic blanket was a grinning April, the woman patting a space besides her.

She had really gone all out. There were little sandwiches made, fruit salad in a container, an actual picnic basket filled with wrapped chocolates, and so much more that you couldn’t even begin to believe.

”Of course I did, gotta impress you somehow.” She chuckles as you finally take a seat next to her, eyes still wide in shock. She hesitated before adding softly, “It’s not too much, is it?”

“What? No! This is amazing, I just wish I brought more.” You laugh airily, showing her the strawberries and cookies you made, placing them besides the sandwiches- which you noticed were also your favourite.

”You kidding? No way! Babe, these look amazing.” She praises, already reaching for one of the strawberries. She takes a bite, humming at the flavour and sweetness, “Did you make these?”

”I sure did.” You beam, grabbing one for yourself and taking a bite.

”Even better.” April mutters, licking her lip clean of the chocolate, “Now let me feed you all romantic like and rub it in everyone else’s faces that we are the most romantic couple this place has ever seen!”

[acesgarden]

Lowkey based off of an old fanfic of mine that got accidentally deleted :<. So to the person who requested the og Rise!April sleepover fic (if you’re still here), This one goes out to you 🫡.

|| Girl’s Night

Pairing(s) ->

Rise!April O’N. Sunita, and Cassandra J. + F!Reader

Warning(s) ->

N/A.

Summary ->

Sleepover at April’s ft. Sunita and Cassandra.

1k Words : Masterlist

Worn shoes beat against old stairs. Climbing them has become a second nature to her. The hallway of the second floor wasn’t dim, but not harshly lit either. Though there was this one light that constantly flickered. Always some strange rhythmic pattern. She continued on, passing door after door while she counted the numbers as they went by.

213, 214, 215, 216, 217, 21- she stopped immediately, backtracking to apartment 216. giggling to herself and readjusting her backpack. Raising her fist she knocked on the wooden door. There was faint talking coming from deep in the apartment. Then there were footsteps approaching and the door opened.

“Oh! I’m happy you could make it, honey. April, Sunita, and Casey are in the living room waiting for you. I’m just about to head out, so do take care of the apartment.” She loved April’s mom, most everyone did. She treated all of April's friends like her own kids. The older woman followed after her to the living room and gave April a quick peck on the forehead. All four girls waved goodbye as April’s mom left for work. A late call in. Not that April ever minded, nor the three other girls. Who turned to the latest arrival.

“Soooo, what snacks ya get?” Casey was the first one to speak up. Casey leaned in close as she plopped on the floor. Pulling the bag from behind after she sat and unzipped it.

“I went and raided the nearest convenience store.” She flipped over her bag and various kinds of chips, candies, and other goodies fell out of it.

“And-“ she flipped the bag right side up, unzipping the front pocket. Shoving her hand in and pulling out a few extra bags of popcorn.

“I came prepared.”

“You are a lifesaver! I completely forgot to grab extras.” April laughed, she had been very busy with setting up for their monthly girls night.

She smiles big, passing things out, everyone has their tastes and when plain popcorn is made it goes by quickly. They all began setting up for the night, blankets, pillows, foods, movies, and other activities.

They talked as they did. Casey talking about her life after leaving the foot, she was trying out for hockey again. Reminiscing over her childhood team. Sunita talks about her new job on the surface and her work with integrating Mutants, Yōkai, and Humans. April mentioned more of the integration project as well as the work she does now as a news journalist. The later arrival intrigued, asked questions and eventually updated about her own life.

The chatter quieted as the group got settled. April sorted through the movies as they decided which one to watch first. She had grabbed five, a few favorites, a musical and three newly released movies. Each with their own tastes, but eventually they all decided on Howl’s Moving Castle. Sure they’ve watched it hundreds of times but it was good! With them in agreement they fully settled into their spots and started the movie.

a decent portion of the movie had passed when Casey started dozing off. Sunita noticed her first, grabbing a nearby pillow and whacking her on the head. Casey jumped up.

“You started it.” Casey snatched a pillow and threw it at Sunita, but she missed and it hit April in the back of the head. Name remained oblivious to the pillow fight stirring as she was engrossed in the movie. Until a stray pillow hit her in the back of her head. To which she turned and looked at the scene. April pillowless, Casey with a pillow in hand bonking Sunita who’s pillow lay in her grasp below Casey.

Name turned to face them. Before grabbing a pillow as it went flying. The pillow fight continued with pillows flying, giggles and laughter, and light hearted shrikes as the group of girls lost track of the movie.

That was till a knock at the door sounded and all four of them froze.

“The pizza!” April scrambled up rushing to the door. The other three settled and tidied up just a smidge. They turned as April closed the door with her foot and headed to the kitchen. Everyone followed after her, talking and helping her set up. Grabbing slices and then leaving the leftovers of pizzas in the oven for April’s mom once she returned.

Everyone returned to their seats, munching on pizza as the movie continued. Each time starting up a new one, followed by chatting and jokes and the occasional person getting up for another slice. Cracking open the bags of chips, candies, and other goodies occurred throughout the night. Once April went to the kitchen and came back with four tubs of icecream.

Maybe stopping to play a game or do another little activity together before eventually returning to a new movie. This went on for hours.

The movies ended, games and food put away. Pillows and blankets readjusted. Everyone was readying for bed. Doing a quick thing of skincare, helping with hair and everything else needed.

All of them were quick to doze off, tired and exhausted from their previous ventures. it quickly became quiet and the room filled with sleeping kids. Mayhem curled up by April like an actual cat would do.

They all whispered good night to each other and some managed to fall asleep faster than others, while some quickly scrolled on their phone to fall asleep. They too eventually fell asleep.

It was late- or well early in the morning when Mrs. O’Neil returned home. Tired from work and relieved to not hear any screams from the apartment. Opening the door to find all four girls passed out line a light. Their weird dog thing curled up by April. She smiled and quietly stepped into the kitchen, seeing the note about the leftover pizza. Getting herself a quick two slices before turning back to the four girls laying dead asleep. Missing April’s forehead and giving them all a quietly whispered goodnight.

Tags: @fluffybun24

[marwhoa]

request: can i request romantic hc’s for donnie, leo, and april with a friend who’s into more feminine things ? they love the mall, shopping, clothes, makeup, PINK and are never seen without a pair of heels. don’t get them wrong though, they’re highly intelligent and witty, think elle woods from legally blonde, and surprisingly strong ?? (i mean have you seen pilates girls ???)

🝮 rom. donnie, leo, april headcanons !!

donnie, leo, april x girly!reader (indiv.)

author’s notes: This was so fun, but I misread this for the LONGEST and was just like “omg cute bimbo!reader??? in love” cause i’m a bimbo in training 💕 i hope you like it!!! Also pretty sure I spelled al-naturale wrong but I didn’t feel like searching it up.

word count: 2.4k

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Pink and Purple are a good color combo, considering they’re analogous colors! So, while he had tried to push purple into your wardrobe, Pink was a suitable settle! (Though, you did find a few items to be a nice enough median between pink and purple to add them to your wardrobe, stationary supplies, and even a matching bracelet or two. This delighted him beyond imagine)

You and Donnie do have matching bracelets, in a unique purplish-pink shade of fuchsia. And while you manage to adjust yours to fit any outfit, Donnie was not much of a fan of having its material against his wrist. But, fret not! He treasures it all the same. It has undergone a couple of experiments to make it nearly indestructible and rests neatly on his tech-bo, near where his hands rest. So, that counts for something, right?

If you’ve ever been up late at night, then you know just how weird things can get around the AM hours. And, as if following the “ late-hour-culture ”, you have successfully gotten Donnie into a pair of heels. This was a planned adventure, one planned for two important reasons: 1.) for Donnie to prepare himself to willingly stand atop death trap shoes and 2.) to make sure his brothers weren’t home to catch any of it.

To prepare for this night, you and Donnie went through trial after trial of measurements to secure the perfect size in heels for him, and out you ventured to collect samples in your most FAVORITE way possible.

Shopping !!! April tagged along, and when you showed up to meet her, you met a new person—Sunita. She apparently had just as much interest in shopping. You were unsure if it was for the same reasons as you, but who cares? The best delight of shopping (aside from the cute fits, mirror montages, and fashion-show-shots on your phone) were the try-on-and-step-out-to-show-your-friends moments!

Wait, you were here for Donnie’s heels! … He wouldn’t know (he will, there was a safety-tracker embedded in your cute phone. he had one on everyone important to him, don’t worry!)

There was one particular moment walking in the store where the heel of today’s beauties ended up snapping off in escalator. Had it not been for Sunita and April’s quick hands, you might’ve gotten down these moving steps with record time! But, the most shocking part for them was when you mourned your shoes for a second and immediately pulled out a second pair (which of course was within the color palette of today’s outfit, cotton-candy pink.) Their puzzled looks were responded with you purring out a, “ What~? You didn’t possibly think I wouldn’t plan ahead for the classic ‘heel breaks’ scenario, did you? ”

They burst out laughing at that.

After a little girls time in the shops, you ended out the day with a rather nice array of choices for Donnie to try: platforms, stilettos, kitten heels, chunky heels, and wedges! How’d you pay for them, you ask? Oh, well, that’s easy. Your beloved have you an allowance on the premise that you do not question anything at all.

When the night of the plan came around, you had even snuck in some makeup. This part wasn’t hard to convince Donnie to be on board with. He wears a mask and also was vaguely experienced in make up to begin with (what, you think he beginners luck’s those eyebrows every day?)

Surprisingly yet also unsurprisingly, Donnie had no problem walking in the stilettos. Well, initially he wobbled, latching onto you, but he recovered remarkably quick. Platforms were a breeze. The platform part of this particular shoe was apparently far too perfect in ensuring the balance and comfort of the foot’s distribution with weight. You couldn’t help but be a teensy-weensy bit jealous and vowed to get yourself the same pair in your size later.

The most memorable part of this night had to be the little dance montage you both had in a pair of stilettos. This one happened to be the one and only time you ever saw Donnie almost completely shatter his ankles when you both suddenly heard the, “ We’re home! ” ring out through the layer. The struggle to release his feet from the pretty pink heels with the ticking time bomb of his brothers’ barging in was immensely stressful yet also hilarious.

He later let you convince him into an entire get up—full makeup, cutest of heels, and the best outfit you could come up with. Had it not been for the “mutant, stay hidden” part, you definitely would have hit the town.

Oh, but that doesn’t stop you guys from being able to online shop. Donnie’s most favorite creation for you was an emulator that could let you try on the digital clothes as if they were really there. This saved you from clothes that didn’t fit but also doomed your wallet!

It also allowed you and Donnie to use the emulator to wear extravagant clothes neither of you could imagine having, dancing hand in hand as the two happiest people in the entire world.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

So the most unexpected part was that your boyfriend had wack fashion sense. It was either a hit or miss. He would come up to you like, “ Hey, do these match? ” And you would turn to see him trying to get a nasty, worn-out basketball shirt to work with the most distressed khakis you had ever seen. At this point, they weren’t distressed, these jeans were downright TRAUMATIZED.

This led you to discover that his amazing outfit choices to dates with you had been influenced by Donnie and his far-too-extensive vault of “ Human Trends and Aesthetics “. Though, you did admit it was impressive and asked for a pdf to be sent to you.

But anyways.

Leo had a huge appreciation for your commitment to heels. Like, seriously. He has watched you climb up and down the manhole ladders in heels he only knew existed in horror movies where the killer was a gorgeous girl with heels as tall as the blades on knives are long.

You tried to convince him to try on heels.

He refused for a while.

Then you made it a sugary-sweet deal of makeup + heels.

…

He declined.

So you made it IRRESISTIBLE. Makeup + heels + outfit.

Sold! Sucker. As if that wasn’t your true plan all along.

Though, the best part had to be that once he agreed, you were like, “ Great! So, when do we go? “ and he pulled you close, placed a kiss on your head, then said, “ Now, of course. “ And through a portal you both went!

It was a boutique unlike any you had ever seen, in the Hidden City no less. He had told you about it, promising to take you one day. When he found out about your love for shopping, the passion in your voice and the love in your eyes made him want to experience it WITH you. He spent an undisclosed amount of time figuring out if there was a clothing shop in the Hidden City.

And gosh, the shop he found? Boy does it have RANGE. The shopkeep could even change the color of an item with the twirl of her wand! How perfect was that?!

The way your expression lit up had Leo completely and utterly smitten. Together, you guys tried on clothes, sliding open the curtain to see the other’s choice. You would either swoon or laugh too hard at Leo’s choices, quickly turning him back into the room and tossing different clothes to him with a, “ Wear this what those jeans—oh! And add this! Then try this shirt with those shorts! “. Leo was always left speechless, though maybe he just loved looking at you just that much. You truly could make anything work out.

Considering it was his venture, Leo took the bill (with money that may have been his own earned cash or maybe Donnie’s money that no one really knows where it came from….. anyways), and the two of you began your venture out, to a less populated place to teleport out. On the walk, Leo decided to be a gentleman and offer to carry your bag. I mean, how heavy could it be? It was just a little sumthin here, lil sum there. You obliged, of course, with a dazzling smirk, sprinkled with a bit of mischief.

When you hands your bag, letting it go in his hand, he didn’t even have enough time to let out a yelp of any kind. Just, silently dropped to the ground.

“ Whuh—Why’s it so heavy?! How did you—“ He stared up at you walking away, turning just to give a teasing grin, “ What? You offered to carry it! No takesies-backsies. ”

He flexed a bit, straining as he got back onto his feet and goofily ran to catch up with you, “ Y/N, wait! How were you able to carry these?! In THOSE heels? ” This time he let out a “ gyiuu “ as you squeaked out a, “ And WHAT does that mean LEO? ”

You have definitely come home to Leo trying on your outfits (nothing he could ruin. Only stuff he knows fits him OR is already stretchy.)

He once tried on your cute pink overall-skirt and was having a meltdown in the mirror when you walked in. “ Leo? You okay? ” You said, slowly, stepping into your room and sidestepping towards the bed to start taking off your shoes to lay down. “ Yes, I just, Y/N, ” he turned to look at you, a smile growing bigger and bigger as he struck a pose, “ I just look WAY too good in this. ”

Cue a “ You dummy, I thought you were sad or something! “ and a pillow getting tossed.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — April 💌

With April, your relationship had bloomed on a night you were preparing together to go to the prom. Neither of you had a date, but whether that was because no one wanted to ask OR they were all too intimidated was… Well actually, it was an easy question. They were intimidated.

April, for how outgoing and overzealous she was. In a good way. You, for how impressive your makeup and commitment to heels were. The two of you were seen together almost always, having become friends in middle school and been basically inseparable. Of course this meant you knew about her dearest four friends below the ground.

But never mind that, they aren’t the focus here. You and April are.

Your relationship had begun the night of prom. April was done quicker than you—as is what happens when one person wears makeup and the other doesn’t, “ al-naturale “ she would call it, purely joking of course.

You were dolling up, placing the final touch—glossy lip gloss upon your lips. As you dragged the tube along your bottom lip, you had made eye contact with April in the mirror and smiled. She was sitting on the bed’s edge, leaning back and completely distracted by your reflection.

“ Yes? ” You purred, pursing your lips and rubbing them to uniformly coat them in glossy shimmer. The tube clicked against April’s desk as you turned to her with your usual cute grin. “ Y/N, uh—“ April stammared, hopping off the bed—stumbling a bit on her balance— and then tripping into you.

Her hands caught on the desk behind you, pinning you there while she was dangerously close. A stuttering mess, she glanced at your lips then into your eyes, “ Y/N, will you, um—the Prom! Yeah, will—You—Um… ” The dark hue blooming on her cheeks stirred a melody of giggles from your lips.

“ Go to prom with you, April? We already are. ” You teased, raising your eyebrow while tilting your head. She leaned back, releasing you from the cage. That made you frown a bit, but she didn’t catch that.

April spun, her back to you, then hit the bed a few times with a muffled scream. Stiffly, she spun back around and dropped to her knee, taking your hand like a knight holds the princess’ hand.

“ No, Y/N, will you go to the prom WITH me, like, as my date. Not as friends, but as—“ “ As lovers? ” Your heart went pitter-patter at that, and quickly you grabbed the sides of her face to pull her into a kiss, “ Of course, April! ”

That prom night had been the best and the most eventful. Not only did you get the last dance with April, at the school event’s adjourning, a mutant had become a party crasher.

Giggling a fit, you tried to keep up with your dearest April, but she was vaulting over all kinds of things! You were agile and strong too, don’t get it twisted, but you weren’t APRIL O’NEIL agile! She looked like a parkour video straight off YouTube! Still your giggles continued, calling out a, “ April, April wait up! ” Your hand reached out, and she of course stopped to take it, “ Y’know, Y/N, if you took off the literal HEELS, you might run faster! ” She hoisted you up and over a thrown garbage bin.

You gave a playful glare and screeched, “ Like hell I will! I would rather DIE than be stripped of my LIVELIHOOD! ” April laughed along with you then yanked you into her chest, cushioning the tumble you both took while narrowly dodging debris that flew past your heads, “ Hush up, Y/N, you might jinx it and get that wish! ”

She sent emergency calls to the boys, and realistically speaking she might have genuinely stood a chance to that party-pooper mutant (and honestly, you probably could’ve done a good number on it too) but..

Who didn’t like a romantic life-or-death run together?

April definitely makes jokes about how you could probably have taken Shredder down in heels. The boys (coughdonniecough) are always quick to try and explain how, um, actually no?

She never misses a chance to go to the mall with you. Doesn’t always get anything, but do you really think she won’t want to spend her free time with you? Blasphemy if you think she would rather do anything else.

Also, April loves giving you kisses right after you’ve glossed up your lips. They are so smooth AND she gets gloss afterwards? Score. Watch out though, she will pepper kisses all over your face. You may have to wipe gloss off ( don’t worry, she refrains from doing it if you have a full face of makeup or so. Aside from lip gloss/lip stick, she would never want to ruin your creation. )

[niphredil-14]

I am on my hands and knees, begging, for tmnt short fic recommendations (one shots and short series, hcs, imagines, im starving yall) for literally any character except Mikey (this includes April, Casey, Casey jr, Cassandra, bishop, Serling, etc)

[ju1cyfru1t]

Y/N’s guide of an ornate box turtle mutant

fluff :)

(Rise!Mikey x reader)

gn reader, romantic leaning but can be read as platonic

In which Mikey stumbles upon your documentation on himself.

Donnie’s version Leo’s version Raph’s version

☻Subject of interest

Ornate Box turtle mutant; humanoid turtle man

Special note: subject appears to have developed several personas

☻ Diet:

Pizza, sweets (favors cupcakes), fruits, Dr.Pepper (likes to try new things; bring specimen new snacks?)

☻ Likes:

Orange, baking + cooking, stickers (reminder: buy goo gone), painting, emotional vulnerability (Donnie warns; be cautious of ‘Dr.Feelings’), horror films, romance films (subject cries?), cuddling (nts: subject holds tight), helping others (even if they don’t deserve it, not going to name any names they know who they are), Jupiter Jim (movies, comics, games)

☻ Dislikes:

Being snuck up on (will cause turtle to refuse to come out of shell), lying, seeing people sad (note: subject is concerningly good at reading emotions),

——> subject does not seem to dislike many things. subject is very, strangely optimistic.

☻ Tail language ��leave tail alone, do not startle the subject.(will hide in shell) he is sensitive and sassy❌

twitching rapidly: threatened, scared, upset. not very common, but can soothe turtle with (gentle) shell scratches.

wagging: excited, happy, energetic. typically while talking about Jupiter Jim? and other likes? (see above) (tip: will increase w/ shell scratches)

still and loose: relaxed, sad. very rare, specimen is very energetic, only relaxed when asleep. sad turtle most soothed by being held???

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Mikey smiled happily to himself, laying on his plastron in his room. He read your words carefully, really taking it in. You really have this crime-fighting silly little ninja giggling and kicking his feet.

It just felt so good knowing you cared so much about him. Not that he didn’t know before, but it’s always nice to be reminded just how much you really, truly did. Him. Not Leo, or Donnie, or Raph. Just him.

Of course Mikey had noticed you acting a little sketchy around him, and had even asked you what was up but with the same response of nothing every time. He was a little relieved this was all it was.

The guilt slowly poured into him as he realized this was probably a violation of your privacy. His curiosity got the better of him when he saw the folder in your backpack with his name on it after you left it in his room. He totally betrayed your trust!

After some very nervous thought, he knew he needed to make it up to you somehow…right?

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☻Subject of interest

Ornate Box turtle mutant; humanoid turtle man

Special note: subject appears to have developed several personas. such as Dr.Delicate Touch, Dr.Feelings, and Dr.Positive. what does this mean? is this normal? Of course!

☻ Diet:

Pizza, sweets (favors cupcakes), fruits, Dr.Pepper (likes to try new things; bring specimen new snacks?) Oooh, I’ll make you a list!

☻ Likes:

Orange my life color, thank you, baking + cooking, stickers (reminder: buy goo gone) you took them off? D:, painting it’s easy when I have such a beautiful muse!, emotional vulnerability (Donnie warns; be cautious of ‘Dr.Feelings’) Whaaat? Donnie doesn’t know what he’s talking about anyway.>:( horror films, romance films (subject cries?) They’re just so sweet!, cuddling (nts: subject holds tight), helping others (even if they don’t deserve it, not going to name any names they know who they are) it’s what I do, baby! Jupiter Jim (movies, comics, games)

☻ Dislikes:

Being snuck up on (will cause turtle to refuse to come out of shell) I like when you carry me Ha ha very funny, lying, seeing people sad (note: subject is concerningly good at reading emotions), (to be continued???)

——> subject does not seem to dislike many things. subject is very, strangely optimistic. Dr.Positive will see you now!

☻ Tail language ❌leave tail alone, do not startle the subject.(will hide in shell) I can’t help it! he is sensitive Nuh uh and sassy❌

twitching rapidly: threatened, scared, upset. not very common, but can soothe turtle with (gentle) shell scratches. I agree, the subject would like that very much.

wagging: excited, happy, energetic. typically while talking about Jupiter Jim? and other likes??? (see above) (tip: will increase w/ shell scratches) Maybe you should test that hypothesis again! Just to be sure. ;D

still and loose: relaxed, sad. very rare, specimen is very energetic, only relaxed when asleep. sad turtle most pacified by being held??? Again, you should probably continue to test that theory.

Beautiful work! But, I would keep in close contact with the subject. You know, for research purposes.

Love you!

- Mikey🧡

p.s. I’m really sorry for looking through your stuff

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TYSM FOR READING🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

3 DOWN 1 LEFT 🤺

(also I’m still working on requests, and they are still open)

[mikyapixie]

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The first official images of the crossover comic NARUTO & THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES have been revealed!!!

I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE IT!!!

CAN YOU GUYS HEAR HOW LOUD IM SCREAMING OVER THIS!!!!

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[bingobongocheerio]

Mikey: When we found April, it was like an angelic choir sang down from heaven.

Raph: We found (Y/N) wandering outside a Walmart at 2 AM.

[ferox-imagines]

Soft launching my TMNT AU including my oc Kiara

[yanteetle]

Omg i just saw the pic of f!raph with a little baby and it is making me think of yan turtles with baby fever

I like to think that the turtles would ONLY get baby fever when they're much older, and they've actually interacted with kids before. This would make more sense during the bad! future timeline,

but I imagine that in the good! future, April gets married (to whoever I don't really care) and ends up having a kid, whether by adoption or pregnancy. Anyway, she's obligated to bring the child to the lair as requested by the turtles, and they basically get to raise said child alongside April and her partner.

(I read a bayverse fic where April needed the turtle's help to take care of her kid because apparently her infant was a demon child. Safe to say, I was heavily inspired)

And somewhere along the line, the turtles slowly get baby fever. One by one, they're charmed by the infant and slowly want one of their own. How they obtain one is really up for imagination, but if you're one of their partners during that point in time, best keep in mind that you should run tf away 🫶.

I imagine Donnie to be the last to get baby fever, knowing how busy he is with his tech and ignoring everyone else in his life. If anything, he might cope by making a little sister for shelldon and coding the bot to be more childish and playful just so he could fill the void. Hell, he might even make the bot to call you mom/dad too.

[hotheadedhero]

In Unrequited Love - Part 2

AN: When I say that writing this part had me feral, I don't mean it lightly. This part ended up being over 2000 words, blimmin heck. It had me losing sleep, losing sanity, and my grasp on reality and going insane. All in good ways of course! It got angstier than I originally intended but, man, I'm a sucker for it. I think you guys are too ;)

Part 1 - Part 3

Warning: angst for reader's lacking self-preservation, silly dummy, but Donnie is also a dumb-dumb, so you're as bad as each other really.

Donatello x Reader

Every explanation you can come up with to try and disregard your feelings for the tallest of the turtle brothers has only been met with more anguish. First, you theorised it to be some kind of miscommunication with your emotions, that you had merely misread a deep level of friendship as a new crush. Then, you tried to reason with yourself that it was a rebound - a re-focussing of such feelings onto someone else who likes spending time with you. Neither holds enough weight to get out of this funk, however. You’re chain-bound. 

Then begged the question: what are you to do about it? Realistically, what can you do about it? Not once have you had the courage to even try and say something to Casey, so what makes you think this is any different? If anything, it’s worse. Not only because Donatello is so helplessly in love with April, but because you are so much more hopelessly in love with him. Even the way you used to feel about Jones wasn’t this overwhelming. 

You hate it. You hate it so damn much and, yet, you can’t stop yourself from spending most of your free time in that forsaken laboratory. There’s a saying that keeps coming to mind whenever you find yourself aiding him with inventions and experiments: fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me. You certainly feel the fool and more so after a particular incident. A word used candidly but it felt like an incident at the time. The details are foggy but you believe it had something to do with the daughter of The Foot - Karai - and a new robotic toy of hers. Donnie had come in and saved the day, earning a kiss on the cheek from his crush by the end of it. To say that it stung is an understatement.

Nothing appeared to change after that day other than the joy your new infatuation must have been riding on since. You hadn’t even taken note of how it’s affected you. You don’t take notice of it at all. Yes, you still regularly visit the lab but less so to help out. As of late, it is you who is being helped. A habit which has become the norm where the purple-clad turtle finds himself patching you up. Almost every time you see him, there’s a new bump, bruise, or scratch that needs tending to and every time he does what he can to make it better.

Today is no different. If anything, it has to be the worst of your afflictions that he’s seen to date. The first few times were viewed in mild hilarity but he’s not finding these frequenting successions of being your first aider funny anymore. He currently has you sat in his desk chair, knelt down and worriedly looking over your ankle. The pigment of your skin is only slightly discoloured but it’s clear from the way you hobbled in a few moments ago that it can’t handle much weight right now. Carefully, he holds a cold compress against the affected area, earning a jolted hiss from your person. He winces himself and mutters a quiet apology. Some silence follows until he decides he needs to know exactly what you did to warrant such a bad injury. 

“What happened this time?” he asks as he continues to inspect the contusion, making sure nothing is broken beneath. 

“I just slipped whilst I was coming down the ladder,” you admit casually. “Think there’s been some rain recently, so it’s my own fault for not wearing grippier shoes.”

Your answer is marginally concerning for two reasons: it hasn’t rained for at least a few days now and he’s seen the way you work - how careful you are when you’re helping him with mechanics or measuring various chemicals. This isn’t like you. Retrospectively, he hasn’t known you long but he likes to think you’ve hung out enough for him to discern that you aren’t typically this clumsy. He’s even detected a drop in your mood. You don’t crack out as many jokes with him, nor have you spoken much about Casey. The band of his mask creases over his furrowing brows and he slowly looks up at you.

“Is everything okay?” he inquires carefully, mindful of the potentially sensitive question. “You seem… out of sorts lately. If it’s something to do with Casey-”

“It’s not Casey,” you interrupt, rather abruptly he notices. Sighing, you quickly attempt to correct yourself and slump into the seat. “I dunno. It might be. I think I’m just done with all the love stuff at this point.” 

You end on a bitter cadence, one that has Donatello sinking. His heart breaks knowing that yours has been taken away and trampled on by this mess. It well and truly hurts him to see you this way, to hear that you’re energy has been depleted because of this. Then, like a jab to the gut, it all comes to fruition. The ugly canvas decorated with the hard, cold facts paints this horrifying image before his mind: your physical pain is a manifestation of that from within. Whether it’s intentional or not, it’s still an alarming prospect. Swallowing past the nausea permeating and rising into his throat, he takes a moment to reflect on how best to help you. He doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that you should keep pursuing that ragged hockey puck-lover but he also doesn’t want to see you in such disarray. He can’t bear the thought that you might get hurt worse than this.

With a steadying breath, he takes your hands in his own and smiles up at you sympathetically. “Don’t say that. You never know. There’s still time for things to change in your favour.”

If only he knew how much that gaze of his torments you; how his hands make yours burn cold. You silently beg of him to not look at you with such warmhearted affection, that the very thing he believes to have ruptured your heart is not Casey but is him. Part of you wishes that you could get angry and blame this on him for being so sweet, funny, and an overall joy to be around but that wouldn’t be fair. The reality is that you can’t blame anyone, not even yourself. Feelings can’t be forced nor can they be changed. Your eyes drop to the two sets of hands that rest on your lap, knowing you can’t stand to stare into those puppy-dog maroons much longer. 

Unenthused, you hum, “Guess so. Seems like you’re a little more on the hopeful side after that kiss on the cheek, huh?”

He glances away with an awkward smile. Everyone may assume that his head must have exploded when that happened and it would have done were it not for a certain change of circumstance. April kissing his cheek was ironically what led to him realising he loves you. At first, he was entirely confused. Why didn’t he get that round of butterflies? The heart palpitations? There wasn’t even a wild glee that he would have expected with something that monumental happening. Maybe there wasn’t supposed to be. He would have to look into it, he thought, and test it to figure out what was going on. An experiment that didn’t even make it to the drawing board. 

No more than an hour later, Donnie’s tending to a burn on your arm after you spilt boiling coffee on yourself; the first domino to fall in this onset of injuries he would serve medical attention to. Seeing you hurt struck something fierce within him. He had this sudden urgency to protect you, care for you, and look after you. Then, followed a quick daydream of holding you in his arms, close to his body and safe from any and all extraneous variables that could threaten you. It flashed before his eyes with such volatile ammunition he almost stumbled over the dressing work he had been so carefully wrapping around your forearm. That’s when he realised and, boy, he couldn’t look you straight in the eye for the remainder of that day. 

Perhaps, in a way then, your words ring true. He likes to believe he’s more hopeful. He likes to think he stands a better chance with you with how often you hang out and how well you get along. That’s why he doesn’t want you to give up on love. Regardless of where your sights are set, if you’re done with love, that’s his chance gone completely. He wants to keep that hope alive in you as well. Even if it’s for someone else, he doesn’t want you to be devoid of that sensation. It can hurt but it’s still a beautiful experience in his eyes. 

Realising your smaller fingers are still overlapped in his, he blushes - a blush you assume to be the result of your conversation. He finally withdraws his grasp lest he risks you experiencing the backlash of his suddenly clammy palms. It’s about time that he secures your ankle in a bandage, anyway. 

Ignoring your question altogether, he laughs nervously and clears his throat. “Well, the good news is that nothing is broken. Most of the fall was taken by your ligaments, though, so you won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. My recommendation is you rest at home in the meantime.”

You toss your head back into the chair and groan out lethargically, “If only I could replace it with a robotic one, hm?” Along with your overly attached, love-sick heart. “Would make things easier.”

“As long as you know to come here for repairs. Robotic limbs need just as much care and attention as organic ones.”

Glancing away, your lips turn up at the sides bashfully. There’s a smile. A genuine smile. He’s been waiting all day - a few days - to see one of those. What a dork. You can only hope your ankle does a fast job of getting better. At least that means no school for a few days but it’s still a bother. Simultaneously, that means no visits to the lair until you’re healed up. The thought is upsetting but you can’t help thinking it might do you some good; a bit of distance to calm the erratic, painful ache of the suffering muscle that sits behind your ribcage. Distance and distraction. On the topic of distractions, a particular object of interest has caught your eye from across the room: a small, rectangular mound hidden beneath a thin layer of cloth.

“Hey, what’ve you got under this?” 

You don’t even wait for an answer, opting to propel yourself over to his desk with your good foot. The office chair glides along the floor and, before he can stop you, you’re already pulling the tarp from this mystery item. For someone who’s just injured their ankle, you’re annoyingly quick to feed curiosity’s temptation. Your snoopiness would reveal a narrow box, that which you open too, further revealing a slim sliver of chain with a charm sitting comfortably in the centre of it. Said charm is a purple turtle and you don’t have to think hard to figure out that this is a gift for a certain red-head. It’s magnificently crafted if not a little corny but you can commend his boldness.

“I’m sure April will like it,” you say sweetly enough that it masks the disdain bubbling in your throat. With a quiet sigh, you return the necklace to its resting place, fingertips brushing over the top of the box. “If she doesn’t, though, I… think it’s beautiful.”

Truthfully, that’s the only appraisal he’s looking for, especially seeing as he’s made it for you. He should take the opportunity whilst he’s riding on that high. You like it. He should just say that it’s for you. Get it out there and proclaim his feelings if not at least allude to them but the melancholy behind your eyes chokes him out of trying. It’s not the right time. Your heart is fragile - far too fragile to be here any longer, you’ve decided. 

“Thanks again for helping out,” you mumble, swallowing past a lump whilst you attempt to stand. “Better make a start on resting, huh?”

Quickly, he holds an arm out in case you need to grab onto it, face scrunched and brows raised from the middle. “H-Hey, wait! Can I at least walk you back home? That manhole cover is gonna be a struggle let alone the ladder to get to it.”

Cursing the kindness of this tall terrapin would be cruel but he just makes it so darn difficult to not fall more victim to your feelings. You would love nothing more than to take his offer. Wholehandedly, you would within a quarter of a second. There’s just one teeny tiny problem, however. 

“I appreciate the offer, Donnie, but it’s still daytime,” you remind him. 

In his overzealousness, he had missed that fact. A seemingly obvious detail that he wouldn’t typically forget were he not so worried about you. He is not letting you go back to the surface alone in your current condition - both the physical and mental. Wishing to be human isn’t a naturally occurring thought but it’s currently a prevalent desire. How is he meant to ensure a safe trip home if he can’t go topside? Just as begins formulating a plan, a certain dark-apparelled miscreant passes the lab. Donnie can’t believe he’s actually going to do this but it seems like the only option. 

“Casey.” He raises a hand dilatorily to catch the teenager’s attention. “Any chance you could escort (Y/n) home?”

Casey takes one look at your wrapped ankle and throws out two finger guns with a wink. “Jones is on the case.”

He understood the assignment quickly enough at least. Hooray for him. Donatello is prompt to smile when you cast him an estranged glance. You reckon he’s trying to wingman you, which is almost hilarious. If only he knew. Your “escort” temporarily donates you his hockey stick as a makeshift crutch and places a hand between your shoulder blades as extra leverage whilst walking you out. Donnie may have been lying to himself before. He doesn’t want you to be devoid of love but he doesn’t want your love to be directed elsewhere like he had initially tried to come to terms with. It should be him. He wants it so badly to be him. Pitifully, he watches you leave, hearing Casey remark something along the lines of “you’re in safe hands” before the two of you are out of earshot. Such friendly, flirtatious comments from your prior crush would have had you in a tizzy but, weirdly, you find comfort in them. It’s a short moment of silence for your incessant pining. 

Now, all there is to do is hope that your forced rest isn’t met with bedridden wallowing for the oncoming days.

I know the first kiss on the cheek moment doesn't really fit with how it goes in the show but that's the point of fanfiction, is it not? :P Hope you enjoyed! I'm gonna lie down now, holy jeebus

[httpvomitello]

Can we get a bayverse tmnt boys scenarios for each one what if their S/O decides to scare them for fun one day by sneaking up on them but they end up hurting them really bad with their weapon out of reflex and the s/o has to go to the hospital and almost lost her life? I need something ansty😃

omg YES! I also need a little bit of angst right now. I hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

In Too Deep *⁠.⁠✧

Leonardo

It was meant to be a harmless prank. Just a playful scare, something they thought would make Leo laugh. After all, for someone as serious as him, he could use a good surprise every now and then, right? They watched him in the training room, his focus unwavering as he practiced with his twin katanas.

The perfect opportunity.

They waited for the right moment, and when his back was turned, they leapt out from behind a pillar, shouting, “Gotcha!”

Leo’s reaction was instant, years of training kicked in. Before they could blink, he spun around, katana flashing through the air. The blade met flesh, and then, all they felt was pain. A sharp, burning pain as the katana sliced deep into their side.

Their scream echoed in the room, and Leo’s face went pale.

“No...” he gasped, his katana slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor. His heart raced as he rushed forward, catching them as they crumpled to the ground. Blood, so much blood, was already seeping between his fingers as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. "I... I didn’t mean... I thought you were someone else!"

Their breathing was shallow, their skin pale as they struggled to keep their eyes open. "Leo..." they whispered, their voice weak.

Leo flinched at the words, guilt gnawing at him. "I... I didn’t mean to…"

"Yeah, well you did," they provoked, though the effort drained them. Their anger was quickly overshadowed by the searing pain, but the frustration remained.

Leo’s heart felt like it was breaking in his chest. He was the leader, the one who was supposed to protect them. And now, he had hurt the person he cared about most. “Don’t talk, save your strength,” he urged, though his voice cracked. His hands were soaked in their blood, and it was spreading too fast.

Without a second thought, Leo carefully scooped them up, cradling them in his arms, and bolted toward the surface. Every second felt like an eternity as he sprinted through the sewers and into the night. His heart pounded as he reached the hospital, slipping through the back alleyways, making sure no one saw him.

Once he reached the back entrance, Leo gently laid them on the cold ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed April’s number.

"April, I need you at the hospital. Now," his voice was strained, thick with guilt and desperation. He couldn’t stay. If anyone saw him, it could make things worse. "Please… they’re hurt. Bad."

Before she could even respond, he hung up, casting one last glance at their pale, unconscious form. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping away into the shadows, but staying close to the hospital room window once they received treatment.

Raphael

Raph had always been on edge. It didn’t take much to set him off, and they knew that. But still, they couldn’t resist trying to scare him, just once. He always teased them about being too slow to sneak up on him, so today, they decided to prove him wrong.

They crept up behind him while he was lifting weights in the training room, knowing he was in his own little world. When they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulders and shouted, “Surprise!”

In a heartbeat, Raph whirled around, sai in hand, swinging hard. His weapon struck with a sickening thud, embedding itself deep into their stomach.

Their body jerked from the impact, and their eyes widened as they crumpled forward, collapsing into Raph’s arms.

“Fuck!” Raph gasped, his sai falling to the ground as he caught them. Blood poured from the wound, staining his hands as he pressed desperately against their abdomen. "Shit, no! What the hell was you thinking?" His voice cracked, thick with panic and fear.

Their breaths were shallow, weak. They blinked up at him, eyes filled with pain and fury. "You idiot!" they wheezed, wincing at the sharp pain. "Who... swings a weapon that hard without looking?"

Raph’s face paled as the guilt hit him like a freight train. "I—I didn’t know it was you!" he stammered, the panic in his voice rising. "Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to..."

Their groan cut him off, and the anger drained from them, leaving behind only pain. Raph could see the fear and confusion in their eyes, and it made his chest tighten even more.

Without wasting another second, Raph lifted them into his arms, bolting through the lair and out into the night. His heart raced as he ran, their body limp in his arms.

By the time he reached the hospital, his chest was heaving with panic. He didn’t stop until he reached the emergency room back entrance, carefully laying them on the pavement. He couldn’t stay, not with people around, but he couldn’t leave them alone either.

He pulled out his phone, dialing April with shaking hands. "April, you gotta get to the hospital," he rasped, his voice barely recognizable. "Please... they’re hurt. Bad. Just get here." He hung up after she respond, his chest tight with fear. He bent down, placing a kiss on their forehead, and whispered, "I’m sorry... for everything."

Donatello

Donnie was always absorbed in his work. His mind ran a mile a minute, lost in blueprints and inventions. They knew it was hard to get his attention sometimes, but today, they were feeling playful. Sneaking up on him while he tinkered with his latest project in the lab seemed harmless. He’d never expect it.

They crept up behind him, heart racing with anticipation. Once they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulder, shouting, “Boo!”

Donnie spun around, staff already in hand. Before he could register who it was, his bo connected with their ribs, the impact sending them crashing into the shelves behind them. The crack of bone echoed through the lab, followed by a choked gasp of pain.

“What the...” Donnie dropped his bo, rushing to their side as they crumpled to the floor. They clutched their side, gasping for air, their skin paling by the second. Blood dripped from their mouth, and Donnie’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

"You didn’t have to hit so hard, you know," they tried to laugh, glaring up at him, their eyes filled with pain but also a flicker of annoyance.

Donnie’s face blanched, guilt hitting him like a tidal wave. "I-I didn’t mean to… I thought…" He stammered, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it, but the sight of them bleeding, pale, and weak in front of him shattered his ability to think straight.

Their breaths were shallow, labored, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let them die. Not because of him.

Donnie gathered them in his arms, moving faster than he ever had before. His mind screamed with every step as he raced to the hospital. Once there, he slipped through the back, ensuring no one saw him. Gently, he laid them on the ground, his hands shaking.

He pulled out his phone and called April.

"April, please, you have to come. They’re hurt," his voice cracked. "I can’t… I hurt them." He didn’t wait for her response, too overwhelmed by the guilt clawing at his heart. He brushed a trembling hand over their cheek and whispered, "I’ll fix this. I promise."

But as he slipped back into the shadows, he knew some things couldn’t be fixed.

Michelangelo

Mikey loved a good prank. He was always the one pulling jokes on them, so this time, they decided to get him back. It was innocent enough, right? Just a scare. They saw him on the couch, totally engrossed in a video game, and figured it was the perfect time.

They crept up behind him, suppressing their laughter as they leaned over the back of the couch and shouted, “Surprise!”

Without thinking, Mikey swung his nunchaku back in defense, the metal striking hard against their temple. The force sent them crumpling to the floor, blood already trickling down their face.

“Oh no!” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchaku as he knelt beside them, his hands trembling. “No, no, no, no! What did I do?” Tears welled in his eyes as he cradled their head in his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Of all the reactions, you chose to hit me?" they muttered, their voice weak. "It was a joke, Mikey."

Mikey felt like he had been punched in the gut. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!” He could see the frustration in their eyes, but it was quickly fading into pain, and his heart broke.

They groaned in pain, their eyes unfocused, struggling to stay conscious.

"Mikey…" they whispered his name.

Tears streamed down Mikey’s face as he scooped them up, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he whispered, panic rising with every step he took toward the lair’s exit. He ran through the streets, his focus solely on getting them help, their weak breaths the only sound he could hear.

When he reached the hospital, Mikey carefully laid them down near the entrance. He couldn’t go inside without risking exposure, but he couldn’t leave them alone either. He fumbled for his phone, trying to call April with shaking hands.

“April, please,” he begged as soon as she answered. “Get to the hospital. They’re hurt… and it’s my fault.”

Mikey hung up after she confirmed that she would soon arrive there, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he bent down, brushing a hand over their hair. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping into the shadows, but staying close when he saw April coming.

[xxsherylberylxx]

@angellustrates did an amazing job of making me! Thank you again for making this i love it!

[rottmntsimp]

Colds, Coughs and Cuddles

Prompt: Oh no! Y/N's come down with a sickness! Look's like their caring S/O will have to take care of them 🖤 Pairing(s): Rise!Donnie x Sick!Reader; Rise!April x Sick!Reader

Donnie

💜 - As soon as you text him you're sick, don't be surprised when you hear a knock on your window a few seconds later

💜 - He's the kind of guy who'll go online and look up anything and everything he might need for a happy and fulfilling relationship the day right after you guys first got together-

💜- He [thinks he] knows what to do

💜 - No need to open the window for him, he's got you, boo <3

💜 - As he carefully makes his way in, he'll probably look a little pissed

💜 - Not because he hates you! In fact, it's the complete opposite- He just cares for you so much (although he might not say it) that he's upset you have to go through this

💜 - He'll probably have on a surgical mask, and probably some plastic gloves (how he got 3-fingered gloves, you'll never know), before flicking his goggles down and doing a scan of your condition

💜 - After that's finished, his metallic spider-arms thingies retract from his battle shell, each one holding a different medicine, ranging from syrups to pills, and even an ice pack

💜 - Won't let you move at all

💜 - Want some water? He's already got you a nice warm glass

💜 - Feeling a little cold? Adjusting your blanket

💜 - Heating up? Putting the icepack on your forehead

💜 - But just cause he's doing all this, doesn't mean he's doing it himself

💜 - Oh no, he's a sitting all the way across your room, having his spider arms help you out

💜 - Now, this whole time it was uncomfortably silent, so much that even Donnie's autistic ass (/affec) could pick up on it

💜 - So, get ready for an interrogation

💜 - He's gonna get curious about how you got sick

💜 - Oh, there's a cough going around your school?

💜 - Alright, just make sure to wear a mask to school next time

💜 - Now, let's say you got sick because of something like...uh, playing in the rain for too long

💜 - Oh boy

💜 - The second you see his eye twitch get ready for the lecture of your life

💜 - Will scold you for being so careless and getting sick

💜 - And is a bit hurt you didn't invite him out

💜 - But I headcanon him as the kind of guy who doesn't mind being in water, but despises being touched when wet, so he understands

💜 - Will be asking you what the fuck you were thinking, and might look a little pissed, but you know its just out of love

💜 - Once he's calmed down, get ready for him to stay the night

💜 - Now, if you guys have gotten together only recently, he'll probably just pull up a chair and sit at the spot where he was standing before, across the room from you and your bed

💜 - He doesn't mean to be rude! He just hates catching colds, and is taking the necessary precautions to ensure he doesn't end up getting sick too

💜 - But if you guys have been together for a while now, he'll pull the chair up by your bed and take your hand in his, and coax you to sleep

💜 - If you ask him for cuddles, he'll just raise his eyebrow at your pouting face, before giving your hand a gentle squeeze

💜 - Better than nothing I guess

💜 - Either way, he will not sleep tonight

💜 - My boy's gonna keep an eye on you, scanning you every hour, getting you water and giving you your dosages of medication whenever needed

💜 - Now AFTER you start to get better, he'll start acting normal again

💜 - I hc him as the kind of guy who likes touch, but he doesn't like surprise touch or being touched when overstimulated

💜 - If he's in a good mood the next day, for the love of god, gently pull him into the bed and force him to sleep

💜 - That boy needs it

💜 - Overall, may come off as harsh, but he's just looking out for you <3

April

💚 - This girl's gonna be by your side the whole time

💚 - She's got the spare key to your place for emergencies, and seeing her gorgeous S/O suffering alone-

💚 - Nuh uh, not on her watch

💚 - Is at your door within seconds, putting even the flash to shame

💚 - The second your guardian opens the door for her, she rushes in, shouting apologies to them, as she makes her way to your room

💚 - She's gonna burst into your room and start gushing all over you, worrying, especially if you didn't tell her at least 24 hours after you got sick

💚 - Just, like, imagine a black and white film, you're dramatically draped across the bed, hand to your forehead, as April "cries" at feet

💚 - Ok, but jokes aside, she will dead-ass have a whole backpack whole cold and cough syrup, cough drops, an ice pack for fevers, basically whatever you need

💚 - I mean, Raph didn't call her the "girl with a plan" for nothing

💚 - Now, while she is hovering over you, I don't mean she's panicking, nah, she's actually pretty calm

💚 - Perks of her mom being a nurse ig

💚 - Anyway, she's got plenty of experience dealing with small little sicknesses, experience is the best mentor yk

💚 - Fully believes laughter is the best medicine, but will make sure you don't strain your throat too much

💚 - Unlike Donnie, this girl don't care about getting sick

💚 - She's gonna crawl into the sheets with you, and cuddle up next to you, as you two just do something to get your mind off your sore throat and headache; be it just talking about something random like the show you 2 are binging together, or maybe another mission the turtles went on, or if you don't have a headache, maybe just watch some funny videos on youtube or tiktok

💚 - One way or another, you two are about to fall asleep like this, and I'm not taking no for an answer

💚 - She'll see that you've passed out and are leaning on her shoulder, and she'll just smile softly, before pecking your forehead, and adjusting the blankets before shooting her mom a text saying she'll be staying the night at your place, before falling asleep next to you <33

💚 - She'll probably end up sick too, but to her, it was totally worth it

💚 - Fr the best girlfriend ever, 10/10

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AY HOW'S THAT FOR MY FIRST POST >:DD

I hope this came out well, cuz I was trying smth new by writing in 2nd POV, so tell me how you guys feel about it!!

[artemisia-the-turtle]

The turtles and their human friends are all staring at Future Leo.

April: so what do we call you big guy, cause we can't keep calling you big guy.

Donnie: yes, calling both of you Leo will get confusing.

Mikey: what about Leo and Lenny.

Both Leo's pull a face at Lenny.

Raph, bumping his fist of his palm: Old Leo and Young Leo.

Donnie: nice too see that someone inherited papa's creativity.

(name) barely contain their laugher: Peepaw and Baby Blue

Leo, slapping a hand over (name's) mouth: nooooo

Future Leo, snorting at the younger pairs actions: Peepaw and Baby Blue it is.

[normal-internet-user]

You're the best writer i have found on this platform, you're literally Soo wholesome and friendly, i love you SOOO much 😻

I have a request for bayberse turtles, I saw your fic about the turtles lil sis having a boyfriend.

Soo let's make it angsty:

Reader comes back from a date, the boys noticed the reader covering their face and having an odd behavior.

When they talk to them, they discover the reader found her boyfriend cheating on her, the reader got angry and frustrated at them so, her and her boyfriend got into a verbal fight, that's when the boyfriend loses it and punched the reader on the face leaving her with a black eye.

After the reader's finish, she can't stop crying.

I can see fire in the boys eyes after this

If you feel uncomfortable with this you can ignore it.

Remember that we ALL love you and you're the best 💕🤗

ANON I AM CRYING- YOU'RE SO NICE LIKE 😭😭 YOU THINK I'M THE BEST? REALLY? ANONNNNN- 💕💖💕💖💕❤

BAYVERSE BOYS, AND READERS TOXIC EX

So uh, trigger warning, themes of physical abuse, cheating, angst/comfort.

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You walked into the Lair slowly,

God you hope your brothers were sleeping.

Or at least out on patrol.

Then you'd have sone time to cover this bruise.

Your face was soaked with tears as you speed walked to your room,

You cringed when Leo called out to you.

"What, no hug for big brother?" he teased,

You did your best to even out your voice as you faced away from him, "No, uh, not tonight. I don't feel good, don't want you to catch it."

Leo chuckled, walking up to you, "(Name), you know we don't get sick as easily as you."

He put a hand on your shoulder, and you flinched away.

Leo quickly pulled away, and his eyes widened with worry.

"(Name)? Are you ok? What's wrong?"

You sniffled, you couldn't help the tears flowing faster down your face as your hand covered the growing bruise on your face.

"Nothing. I'm f-"

Leo grabbed your shoulders, then spun you around to face him.

He searched your face, then spotted you covering your cheek.

"Show me." he whispered.

You shook your head rapidly, trying to pull away from Leo.

It felt like you physically couldn't speak, you felt so ashamed.

Leo huffed, then grabbed your other wrist and pulled you into the dojo.

There sat your other three brothers and you felt your breathing pick up.

They looked cheerfully up at you until they saw your tear stained face and Leo's worried expression.

"What happened?" Raph asked, standing quickly.

"I dunno, she won't tell me."

Mikey walked up to you, and gently grabbed the hand you used to cover your bruise,

He moved the hand from you face and you felt your tears pick up as your brothers reacted exactly how you expected they would.

Donnie cupped your face, examining the bruise as he fretted over your safety,

Mikey looked on the verge of tears simply at the thought of you getting hurt,

Leo still gripped your hand, and he squeezed it gently,

Raph crossed his arms, his face was stoic and angry.

The only emotion you registered from yourself was shame.

"What happened?" Raph repeated.

You choked back a sob as you spoke, "H-he cheated on me." you said, looking down at your feet, "I- we got into an argument, t-then-" you sobbed, "He hi-hit me. He hit me."

Raph pulled you in for a hug, and you sobbed into his plastron.

The boys shared a look, then nodded.

Raph pulled away, and smiled comfortingly, "Listen, Smalls, how about you hang out with Dad for a little, ok?"

"Where are you guys g-going." you asked, still sniffling.

Mikey patted your head, "Don't worry about it. We're just gonna go pick up afew things, ok?"

"Ok." You muttered, and you followed your brothers into Sensei's room, Donnie went in first, no doubt to explain what was going on.

You sat next to your dad, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Would you like some tea my dear?" he asked gently.

You nodded, and the two of you stood to go to the kitchen.

Your brothers however,

Were on their way to kick your ex's ass.

Not that you needed to know.

No, it's better that you don't.

So when they return to the Lair with gallons of ice cream, and a very worried April,

They don't tell you a thing.

You all pile into the living room, and watch all your favorite movies, eating outrageous amounts of ice cream.

You fell asleep rather quickly, exhaustion was a pretty powerful thing.

But you fell asleep knowing just how much your family cared.

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Dude while I was writing this all I could think about is Moral Of The Story by Ashe

[ju1cyfru1t]

HIII CAN I ASK IF UR GONNA DO A PART 2 OF UR RECENT DONATELLO FIC?? IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'D LOVEEE A FLUFFY ENDING 🙏

I wish you would (Rise! Donnie x Reader) pt.2

Pt.1

Donnie apologizes to reader.

fluff!:), comfort???, gn reader, hehehehehe Donnie has a crush on reader, platonic or romantic

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that

I miss you too much to be mad anymore

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good

I wish you would

“He did WHAT?!” April’s voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom in disbelief. You had called to tell her about you and Donnie’s fight. You just couldn’t understand why he was so mad at you when you just wanted to help him like he and his family would do for you. He even shouted at you. You knew it was late, and you were grateful that she picked up.

“Yeah.” You took a deep, shaky breath, “I don’t know what to do. He told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I ‘admitted I was wrong,’ but I don’t even know what he wants me to say. I didn’t do anything.”

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“Uggghhhh..” Donnie groaned, leaning his head against his cold desk.

“You shouldn’t have picked a fight with them in the first place, Dee.” Mikey sighed, patting his brother on the shell.

“Yeah, yeah.” Donnie grumbled, not even bothering to look up.

You were the one being reckless, right? So why does he feel like such a jerk? He was mad, and it stayed that way for a few hours after he got home but all that anger quickly turned into pure regret.

“Come on. We were all worried when Y/N just jumped into action like that, but you still hurt their feelings.” Mikey rolled his eyes at Donatello’s dismissive attitude, crossing his arms, “I think you need to apologize, ‘kay?”

Donnie sat upright to look at him, furrowing his (drawn on) eyebrows. Worried? About you? …To be honest, that felt right to him. Donnie hadn’t really pieced together what exactly made him snap at you like he did, but he did recognize the guilt he feels every time he replays your hurt, confused expression in his mind repeatedly. It was distracting him, and he was definitely not a fan.

Truthfully what was the most distracting was that deep down he really, really missed you. You hadn’t texted or called him since the argument and he was too anxious to reach out to you first. He knew he couldn’t act like nothing ever happened no matter how much he wanted to.

As much as he hated to admit it, Mikey was right. He does need to apologize; it’s just so hard.

“You know what? Give me just one second to change, bro. I think you need a lesson from…Dr.Feelings.” Mikey winked at Donnie, skipping out of his lab.

“No, not Dr.Feelings, I beg you! Anything but that!”

It was already too late for Donnie to get out of this one.

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“April, I appreciate it, but I’m not sure this is such a good idea.” You stood in the doorway of the lair and April grabbed your hand.

She laughed, “You’ll be fiiiiine. Just because you’re not talking to Donnie doesn’t mean you shouldn’t see your other friends. Besides, Mikey invited us over.”

“Well, he’s not talking to me, but you know-“

“Shhhhh!” April shushed you, pulling you into the turtles home, “Heeyyyy! Guys, we’re heeeere!”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh but let her drag you in.

“Hey! I’m so happy you’re here!” Mikey practically sprinted to greet you. Mikey and April shared a look, nodding at each other. Clearly they were up to something, and it made you nervous.

“Soooo…I was thinking we could just watch a movie? The six of us?” Mikey’s tone was off and he seemed too nervous. Not very good at lying, is he?

Oh. All six of you, meaning Donnie would be there. Whatever. It’s not a big deal, right? I mean, he lives there. Still you couldn’t help the nervous pit deep in your stomach (and also the burning of annoyance).

You guys moved to get settled in the living room and soon being joined by Raph and Leo…but where was Donnie? The pit grew.

There was a whisper between Mikey and Leo followed by Leo clearing his throat.

“Ahem. Y/N, would you be a dear and get us some popcorn?”

You looked at him confused (and also afraid), “I mean, I could…but why can’t one of you? You live here.”

Leo looked at Mikey and there was another shared whisper. He turned his attention back to you, “Because we want you to get it…it’s, uh, better when you make it?” Ok, now you were sure something was going on.

You sighed deeply, but begrudgingly stood up. “Alright, fine…but it’s just microwave popcorn…” You muttered the last part under your breath.

You made your way to the kitchen and began to search their cabinets for the popcorn.

“Y/N? Uh, what are you doing?” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you before letting out a breath of relief. It was just him.

“Donatello.” You didn’t even turn to glance at him as you opened the packet of popcorn and made your way over the microwave.

Donnie frowned and scoffed, “I don’t care for your tone.”

“Excuse me? I thought we weren’t speaking.” You side-eyed hard with a glare. A pang of guilt ran through his chest, his face heating up. The energy in the room was tight and full of tension and the silence was so loud and painful.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out six sodas, placing them on the counter one by one. Dammit. You knew his brothers and April had set this up.

Donnie took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Hey…um, I just wanted to say…that, uh-“ he breathed out, “I’m sorry.”

You finally turned around to face him and leaned on the counter with the microwave buzzing beside you with a few pops every second, “I’m listening.”

“Look, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was just…concerned. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” A rare Donatello Hamato heartfelt moment; You knew he really meant it even with his soft scowl as he spoke.

You thought for a moment then smiled reassuringly, “Thank you for apologizing, Donnie. I forgive you, I guess…Hug?” You opened your arms out and reached for him.

Relief instantly washed over Donnie, he would finally be able to sleep tonight. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and he wasn’t mad at you.

“Yeah.” He nodded with a small grin, and loosely embraced you for a moment.

“But for real though, don’t ever yell at me again.”

“Yeah…of course, haha…”