#Tmnt April x reader

[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

[4evermutated]

bayverse! April headcanons

because i hate the way megan fox was sexualised in the movies i wanna give her more personality than just being hot and smart 😭 i heart u bayverse April

- she thrifts! not just expensive 'real vintage' designer labels but everything, she also finds clothes than can be easily upcycled and tweaked for the boys. Her signature color is yellow so you KNOW she has rare and whimsical pieces she collects in her wardrobe

- speaking of which; she sews! Mikey often rips or breaks his stuff (like shoes and shirts) and hes always giving her bits and pieces to fix up. As much as Donnie is a tech wiz, Aprils expertise lies in the art of DIY! shes tried to teach Don how to sew but ironically its one of the few things he cant crack

- shes a stem nut, OBVIOUSLY! her and Don bond the most over new technology and the advancement of science and digital technology. her and Don made her a pc from scratch and its one of her most precious memories

- April has a really bad sweet tooth, when the guys get pizza for the rare nights in, she's reaching for Mikeys candy stash for sure (she makes sure to replenish it with all their shared faves)

- her favourite candy is anything sour! but actually sour, we're talking throat numbingly sour to the point where at the end of the bag all you taste is blood 💀 it freaks everyone out lmao

- she has a masters in journalism and a degree social sciences, its so important to her to give visibility to the stories rarely talked about. Shes very dedicated to her profession and genuinely gets mad that all vern cares about is attention from fans and the camera

- April is also very passionate about nutrition and fitness! she goes total big sister mode when the turtles neglect their protein intake especially with how big and physically demanding their jobs are. a few times she's tried to teach Leo how to cook for his brothers and hes just about learned how to not burn eggs on toast but shell be damned if she starts cooking for 4 6ft men 😭 respectfully not her job!

- she's incredibly protective of her friends, whoever they may be, even Vern. she doesn't take lightly to disrespect and she WILL trash talk you to silence if you make anyone she cares about feel less than

- when she was younger she wanted to be a zoologist or anthropologist. Like her dad, she's always had a love for science and research, but she loved animals so much as a kid and it crushed her when she realised her father was experimenting on animals

- she feels personally responsible for the turtles and Splinter, she visits them atleast once a night, whether on face time or in person. the fact that they feel theyll never be accepted in society weighs heavy on her heart. she wishes things were different

- she knows Mikey has a crush on her, but she doesn't know how to let him down gently and honestly doesn't wanna open that can of worms, so she just pretends she doesn't notice his very desperate flirting

- sleeper build april. SLEEPER BUILD APRIL. people treat her like shes fragile just because she's beautiful but shes also incredibly strong with amazing endurance. i mean hello?! SHE CAN RUN IN HEELS. thats badass

- she loves game nights w the turtles and Casey, she loves playing MK and her go-to character is ofc Mileena (goated and no im not biased)

- she may or may not have a dedicated collection of disguises for super sleuthing and recon. shes very proud of it and will give a tour if asked

- she wants to learn ninjitsu, just doesn't know if she should ask or wait to be asked. she feels awkward and sometimes wonders if its not her place, even though in reality Splinter would be happy to train someone so dedicated to justice.

- her favourite drink is banana protein smoothie!! the lair has a blender just for her 😭 they have to hide it from Mikey before he gets back into his liquid pizza phase again

- she likes hero comics/shows (like 2012 leo!). Naruto was her childhood and its kinda beautifully ironic that she's like a ninja by proxy now

thats all for now! its been like 5 years since ive written headcanons so sorry if the format is boring, lmk if you want more headcanons! ok bai

[bingobongocheerio]

(Y/n): He's so immature, I think I'm gonna dump him.

April: Yeah, remember when he got excited that he could drink 2 Capri Suns at once?

Leo: [walks in holding 3 Capri Suns] Babe, you're not gonna believe this!

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 3)

Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

desc- (April knows something is up with your story, and decides to investigate)

warnings - swearing (duh)

word count - 2.1k

READ PREVIOUS PARTS HERE- one - two

The first message pops up on your screen when you’re at one of the corner tables in the cafe, on your mandatory 30 minute break when she texts, drinking something that wasn’t on the menu. It’s from an unsaved number.

[hey! It’s April]

The first time she’s texted you after exchanging numbers. An easy smile comes to you.

[Can we meet up tomorrow? I’ve got a lead on a few break-in cases]

You set your cup down to respond, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and start typing back quickly.

[i’d love to, but i’m working a 6-9 :((]

She types and sends another message almost immediately.

[does tonight work then?]

She sure was relentless.

[sure! any place in mind?]

[would your place be okay?]

Your place? Your quiet, empty, drab apartment?

[yeah that works ! lemme send you the address. i get off at 7]

[awesome thxxx]

You laugh quietly to yourself while typing down the complex name and your room number. April seemed nice enough from the little you knew about her. Strong, independent, gorgeous. Vern was definitely trying to tap that. You really hoped he didn’t, but she read as a woman that could hold her own. You liked it.

Your coworker coughed to get your attention, indicating you’re 3 minutes past your break. You pocket your phone, and then stand to clock back in and finish the last half of another boring shift.

April’s already beaten you to your apartment, leaning against the outer wall by your door and looking down at her phone when you get there. Her head lifts with a pretty smile when you greet her.

“Hey! Sorry I’m running a little behind.”

Your hands fumble the key ring before shoving one into the lock and it twists with a click. She’s understanding.

“No worries. I’m glad we could meet up.”

“Sorry,” you’re quick to bring awareness to the nearly bare space when the door creaks open, “I don’t really have a lot going on in here.”

April scans the room while you shed your jacket and shoes, walking in and taking in stride the plain couch and old carpet.

“Wow. Kinda lonely.”

Ouch. Painfully truthful but, ouch. Way to beat around the bush.

“Yeah,” you huff, “I’m not here a lot. Or anyone else.” That statement proves false when a high-pitched meow and tinkle of a little belled-collar comes from the kitchenette. The cat is patting her little feet on the counter.

“Hey there kitty.”

Your visitor walks over to give her a little scratch under the chin, which she accepts gladly.

“Oh yeah, she’s here too. Watches over the house for me.”

April chuckles.

“What’s her name?”

“Vannie. Like Van Gogh.”

You thought the name was genius when you first picked it out, poking a little fun at her one missing ear. It sounded a little bit ridiculous now, when you were saying it out loud to another person. April’s eyes get this curious, excited little light behind them when she turns to look at you. What it’s about, you have no clue, and don’t care to ask.

“You named her after an artist.”

“Sure did.”

It’s odd to you, how that seems to be the kicker, but that thought doesn’t even reach the processing department of your brain before April reaches into her crossbody bag and pulls out a laptop.

“I wanted to show you some of these recent reports on break-ins in lower manhattan. Maybe we could try and find your guy.”

“Okay miss detective,” it’s a compliment you mean, well impressed with her dedication. She was just so cool. April flips open the screen and sets the device on the countertop next to Vannie, wasting absolutely zero time. You feel a little guilty there’s not even a table or chairs for the two of you to relax at.

She opens a file on the Home page with two clicks. Vannie paws at the clicker icon that darts around the screen.

The two of you share a little amused laugh, and then divert your attention to one of the worded documents that she’s scrolling through.

“Rising illegal activity… here.” April moves her face back so you can move in and scan over the report. It read along the lines of a few specific perpetrators and their repeated offenses of theft and breaking and entering in around the block you lived on.

“It’s weird,” April rests an arm on the counter in thought, “You said some guy stopped whoever it was trying to grab you from your window. A ton of the reports and witness statements I’ve read over mention similar stuff.”

This surprises you slightly. She opens a different report and lets you freely scroll.

All of the accounts have about the same cookie-cut story. A shadowed figure, moving in, attacking, and then disappearing with little to no trace. No descriptions, no clues to who they were.

You knew though.

“So like… a vigilante.”

“Exactly,” April confirms. The way she’s looking at your face, gauging a reaction, settles weird in the pit of your stomach. It’s like she already knows the answer, the big picture to this case you’re still trying to put together.

“And all of them seem to be, what, a guy with a weird amount of strength that’s kicking ass at night and leaving the NYPD to clean up their mess?”

“Or…” she knows you know something, and it’s making you break a little sweat under the building pressure. You’re suddenly uncomfortable.

“Or… More than one. You can’t cover that much area in such a short amount of time.”

“Right.”

You’re cracking under the weight of her curious stare in the silence of the room.

April O’Niel is fucking baiting you.

She wants you to tell her the truth about who, or what, stopped your attacker a few weeks ago on the balcony. And poor, unsocial, people-pleasing you just spills it out.

“Okay, I-I know this is gonna sound absolutely crazy.”

The words come flowing from your mouth, a sporadic spout of words that you can’t stop. Her eyes grow wider and wider as you admit you really did know what the guy looked like, and how he’d come to your window intentionally one night just last week. Maybe it was the pure lack of having someone personable (and also not a cat) to listen to your insane story that just keeps tumbling out. By the time you’re finished, April has the same look on your face that you did when you first encountered the giant turtle, like she was practically reliving the story in her own head. You’re breathless.

“I know it sounds like I’m insane, but I just couldn’t tell Vern,” you’re quick to your own defense, “He would never talk to me again. Nobody would.”

She just stands there for a minute in the quiet, gears clicking in that quick brain of hers.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.”

You don’t believe that for a second. Her baffled stare just moments ago were a telltale sign of someone’s concern. April was probably already thinking of how to transport you to the nearest psyc ward.

“I get it, it sounds-“

“Look… I gotta take go take care of something,” she shuts the laptop and is already shoving it into her bag, while you stand there fumbling for something to say to try and convince her of your story, “I promise I’ll get back to you, this is just super, super important.”

She definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“April, please,”

She grabs your pleading hand in both of hers and pats it like an old woman pitying the poor.

“I’ll text you, when I get the chance.”

April leaves you standing, slouched with your arms just hanging defeatedly at your sides while she practically runs out of the door.

“It was good seeing you! Have a good night!”

It’s quiet all over again when the door slams shut. Vannie meows, like it’s a question and you look at her with a pathetic expression.

“She thinks I’m batshit crazy.”

But you’re so wrong, because as you prepare yourself for another night of restless sleep, April’s quickly walking down the stairs and out onto the street with a phone to her ear, and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Donnie?”

“Hey April! What’s up?”

“We gotta talk. I’m swinging by the lair in a few.”

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The boys are all standing around their booth table (the really cool one they’d dragged down into the lair forever ago), mouths agape while April explains in confidence the situation at hand. Splinter is sitting next to her, with a wise, attentive ear.

Raphael is trying to brood at his friend practically snitching all of his secrets to his brothers and dad, but he’s still so shocked at what he’s hearing that his brows are curling in confusion rather than anger.

“I told you to stay away from her apartment, Raph!” Leo’s first instinct is to point an accusing finger towards his younger brother. He seethes at it but before he can get a snide remark out, someone’s talking again.

“I didn’t know Vern had a sister.” Donnie is stuck on the main focus of all of their surprise.

“Or, like, any family!” Mikey cuts in, “He’s a lone wolf.” He lets out a horrendous impression of howl, and performance of ripping a nonexistent shirt from his body like a werewolf. April snickers.

“Vern doesn’t talk about her much,” she defends, “I just met her last week.”

It really was a ridiculous coincidence that the pretty girl Raphael has been so unintentionally drawn to was stupid Vern Fenwicks younger sister. Though he doesn’t think it would have made a difference in the outcome of him silently following her home some nights to ensure she makes it there without incident. Thankfully, April doesn’t know this, otherwise she would’ve outed that information to everyone by now. The oldest of the four speaks again, desperate to turn this into some sort of lesson.

“If you’d just listened-“

“What’s done is done, Leonardo.” Splinter's voice is calm, but commanding, “You cannot change that she’s seen him.”

That finally silences Leo, but he’s visibly unhappy. Donnie speaks up again.

“So what does this mean for us?”

This renders all of them unanswered. It’s a complicated thing. They can’t make you just forget the multiple interactions you’ve had with Raphael. But how do they approach forward from here? April has a suggestion she’s been thinking of since she left your apartment.

“I think she should meet you guys.”

“WHAT?”

All four voices are overwhelmingly loud and surprised at the idea.

“It would only make sense. She knows you guys are out there every night, she’s seen Raph,” she lifts her hand to acknowledge the turtle who just grunts in annoyance, “And she totally thinks that I think she’s crazy. I feel bad.”

“I don’t know,” Donnie’s hesitant, “this isn’t a dire, life threatening situation where human interaction is necessary.”

“What if she tells her friends?” Leo adds.

April bites her tongue. As sweet and kind as you are, it would come as a surprise to anyone on the outside that you pretty much only talked to people at your job.

“She won‘t.”

“So many people have seen us out there, and they don’t need to know who we are. Why should she?”

“Am I seriously the only one here who digs the idea?” Mikey says, “We have, like, two human friends up top.”

Raph is the only one who hasn’t spoken up. Secretly, it excited him to think about meeting you with, hopefully, no repercussions. But also, so many things could go wrong. He doesn’t realize everyone’s staring at him, waiting for his input, until the silence draws on for just a little too long.

“Man, I don’t know about this one.”

“Come onn,” Michelangelo throws a soft punch at his shoulder, “You can finally introduce us to your girlfriend.”

Raph pushes the youngests’ face away with his palm.

“Knock it off, dumbass.”

“Splinter?” Leo looks to his dad for guidance. The party’s torn and he’s left to be the mediator. After sitting in thought for a moment, the rat speaks.

“I don’t believe it would hurt to indulge. If April trusts the girl, I cannot see a reason not to make an acquaintance.”

“She really is sweet,” April’s on your corner of the ring, and Splinter’s words credit her immensely. She can see them all look at each other and wordlessly cave in, one at a time. Mikey pumps his fists in the air with excitement.

“Okay so even if we do decide to meet her,” Leo’s already made up his mind, but pretends not to, “We can’t just bring her down here.”

A good point.

April gets another idea. She pulls out her phone and holds up her finger to pause the conversation.

“Hold that thought.”

And with another text sent, the plan’s set in place.

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*hands you this chapter with a wink*

PART 3 BABY, THINGS ARE GETTIN GOODDD

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More cuddly Kiara :p featuring Mikey and April

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── ๑ ֹ ₊ ᐟᐟ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝐊𝟏𝟐 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ‧₊

The wind hit my face hard every time I pushed my body forward to accelerate. I felt the thrill rush through me like electricity, but it couldn't compare to the feeling I got from admiring that beautiful orange hair so magnificent, like the sun during sunset, her figure dressed in two different shades of pink, and not to mention those eyes, green like a fairytale forest, you could only admire every aspect of the beautiful girl who passed you so effortlessly. She, on the other hand, offered you a loving smile, which only made you more enchanted by her sweet expression but who could blame you? You were completely smitten with your girlfriend, even though you could see her beautiful features any other day, you engraved them in your memory as if it were the last day you’d see her and still, her charm kept surprising you as if it were the first time you saw her.

Both heroes were playfully competing to see who could pass the other, diving into the city, flying in circles between the skyscrapers, letting themselves get carried away by the pure joy of being together. Without even noticing, they began to rise, drifting away from the noise of the city, until it became a distant murmur and only the two of them and the clouds remained.

Atom Eve passed the young Grayson once again. The redhead turned her body, now flying back just to like her girlfriend did with her, admire that laugh showing her teeth alongside that tri-colored suit of yellow, blue, and black, they were made for each other.

Then suddenly, Atom Eve was caught off guard when a gust of wind pulled her out of her thoughts, it was her girlfriend, who had just overtaken her in an instant, ꒰Y/N꒱ extended her arms, a big smile on her face, and suddenly started spinning around like a human helicopter blade. Her arms held firm, legs together, and her body did a perfect horizontal spin. Then she stopped mid-spin, stabilized her flight, and continued forward, not without first turning to look back at Eve, who was only a few meters away, still flying backward.

─── “So, what was that? Were you trying to impress me?” ─── asked the pink-suit hero playfully, still flying backward, propelled by a burst of pink matter.

─── “Did it work?” ─── asked the Grayson with an excited smile like that of a small child

─── “Maybe” ─── Eve said, raising an eyebrow while keeping her smile. ─── “If you didn’t use the same tricks, maybe you’d impress me.”

The girl in the tri-colored suit laughed as she began to speed up again.

─── “Well then, pay attention babe!, this one will do it!” ─── I raised my fist and in a short time, she already created a large distance between her and Eve, who could only deny fun for the actions of his partner, Eve slowed down to turn around and now face forward, better able to admire her girlfriend, who was so eager to impress her.

꒰Y/N꒱ looked over her shoulder at the young wilkins, who now had her eyes very attentive to his moves, she can't help smile at her lovingly but suddenly my pink girl's expression turned between confusion and seriousness, just as she stopped flying and raised her hands, ꒰Y/N꒱ could faintly hear her sweet voice calling her name, since the whispers of the wind along with the distance made it difficult for him to hear her clearly, it was precisely that which erased his playful smile and made him look up in front of him, quickly finding himself a few inches from a pink matter barrier and behind it was a large green portal floating in the air.

I didn’t even have time to slow down or stop; within seconds, I was already breaking through Eve’s barrier and entering the portal, not even poor Eve had time to think of something to stop your flight, and by the time she did, you were already being swallowed by the portal. Eve hurried to fly after you, hoping she could at least still pull you back but the portal soon vanished with the wind

4 months was the time you had been trapped in another dimension that wasn’t as developed as yours in certain aspects, and even more so since you were in the year 2012., besides, it seemed like heroes didn’t exist, you found this out the bad way, when after going from a fresh morning to a barely starry night once you crossed the portal, you didn’t notice anything strange, After a short time wandering around, it became clear you were in New York.

You had the theory of just having been transported to another place in a different time, but with all the things you were seeing, maybe you were in an alternate universe, Your first thought was that you could go to the base of the  Guardians of the Globe and search for Robot to help you with your situation, or even go to your girlfriend Eve’s house though you couldn’t be sure she was still your girlfriend in this universe, nor could you be sure this was just an alteration of your universe.

In the end, you found nothing, no headquarters, no Eve’s house, not even yours, as a last resort, you thought about flying into space If you could find some help, but you weren’t sure what you’d run into up there. At the end you decided to return to New York, just to be at the same point where you came out of the portal. You had a faint hope it would open again.

Still, you had to think of something, since you had not even a single clue of when the portal would open again or if it even would so you opted to get some kind of job that wouldn’t ask for your birth records, ID, school certificate, or why you were wearing a three-coloured suit.

Well, let’s say you were lucky enough to meet Mr. Murakami!

Oh, that good man saved your life, he gave you a job without asking many questions and of course, his total blindness didn’t allow him to, even you had to come up with a story to cover up the fact that you didn’t even have a house, family, clothes, or a reason why you weren’t going to school, He was extremely supportive and honestly a bit naive awakened in you the need to protect the older man and how not? He even managed to find you an apartment to stay in for a while before they started charging you rent, He gave you a good paid so you could afford clothes, basic hygiene products, food, and every now and then you’d treat yourself to a little comic, too bad they didn’t have Seance Dog here.

─── “Good night, Mr. Murakami! Sleep well” ─── I was getting off early from my full-time shift, since of course I wasn’t going to school, that gave me more free time, so I decided to spend it working extra hours, I was starting to save money to attend school, although that decision was still uncertain.

─── “You too ꒰Y/N꒱, remember to be careful on the streets at this hour” ─── the man said goodbye to me near the door, his hand resting on the frame.

─── “Yes! Don’t worry about me, have a lovely night!” ─── I walked away little by little from the shop and waved goodbye with my hand but I quickly lowered it in embarrassment how absentminded did I have to be to wave like that to a blind man? I just kept walking toward my apartment.

I continued walking calmly, certainly lost in my thoughts. I was worried something might be happening while I was here just idling around, ¿How much time was passing in my universe? ¿Was Mom okay? She was already depressed by the truth Dad was hiding from her. I don’t want to imagine how she must be now that I just disappeared flying, ¿How was Eve? ¿Was she still worried about me? The fear haunted me that so much time might be passing that she could have forgotten about me, ¿Would William forget about me too? I know our time had already passed, but I still worried about how Amber was doing, Not just them, ¿How were doing Rex and the rest of the Teen Team now the New Guardians of the Globe?

I sighed at my thoughts, mentally reminding myself that I had to stay positive. I hadn’t noticed there was an older man walking in front of me with a red-haired girl I assumed was his daughter. Seeing that hair color made me think of Eve, and I ended up speeding up my steps just enough to pass them easily, I really needed some rest. I ended up turning onto a street where a single Street light seemed to be the only one working, my steps slowed as I started feeling strange, like something wasn’t right. That’s when a carelessly driven van came to a sudden stop almost in front of me, and I saw two suited men get out, walking right past me. I stood there, confused, almost ready to ignore it but hearing panicked screams put me on alert Almost instantly, I turned to see where the screams were coming from, only to end up watching the same people I had just passed now being cornered by both suited men, For a moment, just one, end up connecting looks with the girl I could see several emotions mixed in those blue eyes: fear, panic, confusion.

I need to do something, I had to, because I wasn’t going to stand there and do nothing, No matter how strong those guys might be, it was my duty to protect the weaker ones. Because I am—

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I was bored at night so i stay up late doing this, So if you see too much lack of spelling or grammar or it is a very poor script they already have an answer Lol

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, English is not my first language

[sc4rrc]

"Jealous much, but for a 'solid' reason."

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- 2012!Donnie x reader - Jealous much, but for a 'solid' reason - Fluff - Warnings: None Request: Nope, just came up with this on my own whilst reading through some one shots of my personal favourite creators. You like Donnie, he likes you. But you're both as oblivious as ever, despite clearly showing each other that you care. And as a date is set between you and someone who is -clearly- NOT Donnie, he finds it hard to not feel jealous. ════════════════════

For quite some time, nearly since you met, both you and Donnie had held an affection for one another. Whether it was how he saved you and your friend, April, from the Kraang that first drew you to him, or the fact that he so easily got along with you from then on, it didn’t seem to matter. You became close from that point, and eventually you even took part in most of their missions—after you’d gotten more familiar with fighting through Splinter’s lessons.

A few problems did arise between the two of you though, like how oblivious you both seemed when it came to actually catching on that someone might be interested. Or the way doubt crept in because of your close friendship. He’d compliment you a lot, always ensuring your safety on missions, and you did the same for him. But somehow, you both missed the bigger picture. “It’s not something new; he worries about all of us during fights,” you’d tell yourself whenever April pointed it out.

And it was true; he always watched out for his brothers, too. How could he not? They were family. But there he was, watching you train, helping you improve when Splinter was busy.

Other times, you’d be the one to assist him. Sometimes you’d grab things from the top that he did not have easy access to, or simply keep him company in the lab to make sure he took breaks. Lunch, water—the basics. But one thing you both did constantly, no matter how oblivious each of you seemed in the moment, was stare. Even from across the room, one of you would be looking at the other. On movie nights, for example, you’d sit on the couch, Mikey on your right and Casey on your left, everyone focused on the screen—except Donnie, whose gaze would occasionally drift toward you.

He’d become well aware that he was absolutely, undeniably infatuated with you. Even he knew he sometimes went a bit too far with his attention, though his brothers never hesitated to tease him. Raph, mostly. But with his feelings also came doubt, for both of you. After so long, with neither of you daring to believe the other felt the same, you both wondered if it could ever work. You didn’t want to risk your precious friendship on a confession that might lead to rejection. So, silence it was.

“I don’t know, April. Just think about it. If I say something, and he doesn’t feel the same, then this might just ruin our friendship. And I don’t want that.”

Harsh words to admit, really. The thought wasn’t exactly pleasant. April had been trying for ages to nudge you both toward a confession, convinced it would lead to something good. Or maybe that was just the hopeless romantic in her, but she hoped nonetheless. And despite her efforts—along with the boys’ attempts to coax Donnie out of his safe shell—neither of you would budge. Sighing, she finally said, “That is fair, I suppose. But I still stand by what I said earlier. Forgetting doesn’t sound like the best alternative. I’ll help, but that doesn’t mean I’m agreeing with this plan.”

Her words made you smile in gratitude. Crushing on Donnie, though a genuine feeling, had become almost frustrating. He seemed so unaware of your feelings—close, yet so distant. It made you wonder if maybe he really didn’t feel the same. And yes, that stung a little. But it also made you realize that moving on might be necessary. For everyone’s sake, including your own. So, when a boy in your History class asked you out, you accepted. It felt like progress for a moment, but only for a moment. Soon, it became a test to see how quickly you could let go of Donnie, knowing that dwelling on him wasn’t helping you move forward. And after all, it was just a date—a way to focus on someone else. ════════════════════

When it came to being in that position—being told by the girl he couldn’t stop being so fond of that she had a date with some guy, a human guy no less—Donnie wanted to dig himself a hole in the lab and never come out. He’d imagined this day might come, and he felt like he was losing his chance—if he ever even had one. His heart sank as the words left your mouth, and it was hard not to show his disappointment. But for your sake, he put on a smile and congratulated you. He even wished you good luck. Then, once you left the lair, he retreated to his lab, shutting the door behind him, eyes focused on his work. Anything to avoid thinking about his growing jealousy, even for a moment. The others noticed the slump in his shoulders as he walked away but decided to let him be. They knew it might be a long evening in the lair, but they figured the situation might resolve itself—if it could.

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Hours went by, some faster than others, and soon you found yourself back in your apartment, changed into a new set of clothes, ready to sleep the day away. Reflecting on what was supposed to be a date, you thought back to what he’d said: “Listen, I’m not really one for these serious things, ’kay? You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But I’ve got my ways around relationships, if you want to keep me happy.” That was about all you’d heard before mentally checking out of the “date.” He seemed nice at first but turned out to be a self-centred idiot—not the good kind of idiot either. And with all his talking, you made little effort to understand what he really meant.

You couldn’t recall the whole conversation, but you knew there was no way you’d repeat the experience. The things he said—about you and about others—were all wrong for you. He kept going on about some “party with girls” he had to get to, and the moment he crossed a line, you’d made your exit, realizing just how little interest you had in seeing him again.

You’d only just drifted off when a soft, rhythmic tapping at the window stirred you back to consciousness. Groaning, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and shuffled toward the window, squinting through the curtains. It could only be one of the guys, you knew, but the last thing you expected was to find Donnie, hanging upside down on the fire escape patiently, his expression hovering somewhere between nervous and excited.

Fighting back a laugh, you pushed the window open. “Donnie?” you whispered, the surprise obvious in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

He offered a tentative smile, voice low. “Hey. Sorry if I woke you. Just, uh… thought I’d check in. Make sure you got home okay.”

You laughed softly, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a bit late for a check-in, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I know, but…” He shrugged, his calm exterior cracking just enough to reveal a hint of nervousness. “Couldn’t help myself. April mentioned the date didn’t, uh… go quite how you planned?”

A sigh slipped from you as you pulled the blanket around yourself a little tighter, rolling your eyes. April, of course. “You could say that,” you chuckled. “He was… something, alright.” You caught his amused grin, the faint hint of relief there not lost on you. You shook your head, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite it all.

Donnie’s face softened, his eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, well… I think you deserve better than that.” His voice was quiet, sincere, but even he looked surprised by his own words, cheeks darkening just a bit under his mask. “I mean, someone who’d treat you better than that. A lot better, actually.”

A warmth spread through you, his words settling in, making you feel a little lighter after such a disappointing night. His gaze hadn’t wavered, and you felt yourself holding your breath, caught off guard by how much his simple words meant.

“Thanks, Donnie. For worrying about me,” you said, the words barely a whisper. Before either of you could overthink it, you leaned out the window and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Donnie froze completely, his eyes wide, his usual calm vanishing in a heartbeat as he stared at you, utterly speechless. It took him a second—maybe two—before he swallowed, blinking a few times as if to process that the kiss had actually happened. A deep blush crept over his face, nearly reaching the edges of his mask.

“Oh. I, yeah.. Anytime,” he stammered, his voice slightly higher than usual. His hand moved almost instinctively to where you’d kissed him, and for a second, he was all but suspended there, entirely lost in the moment.

You bit back a laugh, giving him a little wave before you gently closed the window and pulled the curtain back in place. A small thrill ran through you as you moved back toward bed, a smile lingering even as you settled back under the blankets.

Outside, Donnie remained still, one hand pressed to his cheek, replaying the moment over and over in his head. A grin broke out slowly across his face, unable to hold back the ridiculous happiness building up inside him. "Oh, man... She kissed me. She actually kissed me.” He couldn’t help the ridiculous grin on his face as he clambered back up the fire escape, his heart still thudding as he slipped back into the shadows, feeling no more of that jealousy from earlier. Not even the knowing looks from his brothers as he made his way through the entrance of the lair brought him fully back, his mind still stuck in that moment.

════════════════════ A/N: Here's my first one-shot. I think it turned out pretty good, considering nearly half of what I made the other night in drafts did not save. But idk if I should make a part 2 for this? I could, if I feel like it. It also depends on what you guys want so I might pole it, but the main idea is that I did it. (Also I love Donnie so much, he's so bf material.) - I do NOT give permission for any of my work to be republished on any other sites, or even here. Not Ao3, not Wattpad, nowhere. This is simply for entertainment purposes and I would appreciate respecting this.

[penpassthepen]

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]

🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

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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[ihaznoclue]

Omg I saw this on Tiktok and I instantly thought of Mikey

So what if Reader (female) is coming over to the lair with April, and Reader wants a orange crush because its hot or something so she goes to the room where every one is in and knocks because they are hanging out with each other

then Reader says this "First person to get me a orange crush gives me a kiss"

Then all you hear on the other side of the door is Mikey screaming "Wait! Give me it, Give me it!"

Then he appears as he hands you a orange crush

Pairings -> Michelangelo/Mikey x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader comes over with April to the lair, Reader wants a orange crush on a hot day

Genre -> Fluff

MICHELANGELO

It was a really hot day in New York City as you walked beside your roommate April, you two decided to go down to the lair as you two had nothing else to do

And that April had a day or two off of her work

The walk to the manhole was as far as it seemed but boy was it hot out here, opening the manhole as you let April down first and then you as you closed it back up, climbing down the ladder

Walking down the sewers as you two finally made it to the lair, calling out to the four turtles brothers

"I think they are in Mikey's room, I can hear them" April mentioned you to come with

"I should really use a cold orange crush, I'm heating up in here" You fanned yourself as you followed behind April as you two made it to the room

"Maybe you should ask Mikey" April suggested

You shrugged as you knocked on the door, making the voice form inside become silent seeming that every single one of them is waiting for you to speak up

"First person to get me a orange crush gives me a kiss" You yelled out as you didn't expect a voice to yelled out

"Wait! Give me it, Give me it!" You could clearly hear Mikey's voice calling out while his brother started to laugh out loud as Mikey opened his room door

Handing you a orange crush as he smirked at you, reaching for it but he pulled the drink away from your reach then leaned down to kiss you

Making you freeze on the spot not thinking he was actually going to do it as he handed you the drink now

His brother laughing even more as Mikey closed the door

You could also hear April giving out a little snicker from behind you

"I didn't think he was actually going to do it"

"It's Mikey, what do you expect, he's all over you"

-A<3

[luv4arinn]

oh no! my hyperfixation is killing me AGH!

So it turns out I got obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Bayverse movies.

Not the first time. But damn, I thought I had escaped. I thought I was free, that I had broken the cycle, that my mind had finally moved on.

But those damn turtles always find a way back.

And you know the obsession is STRONG when it starts small—just a few TikTok edits, one here, one there, like you actually have control. But then you realize it’s already too late, because now you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with your insomniac ass, imagining ridiculously specific scenarios where, somehow, you are the main character of an interdimensional drama with mutant turtles.

And you think that’s it. But oh no. Oh no, sweetheart. Because then comes the next stage: fanfics.

At first, you try finding them on Wattpad, until you realize there’s nothing there worth reading. So you take the leap to Archive of Our Own, and that’s where you find the good stuff. Paradise. Heaven. Until, little by little, you start noticing that even AO3 isn’t enough anymore.

Because now, fanfics aren’t cutting it. Now you’re HUNGRY. A deep, insatiable hunger for stories with details that only you would think of, for scenes that NO ONE has written before because they only exist in the depraved rabbit hole of your obsessed mind.

And then, you reach the final level of insanity. The point of no return.

Writing your own fanfic.

So guess which stage I’m in.

[blueberri-blu]

𝙷𝚒𝚒!! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 (𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎) 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚈𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑? (𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎)

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎~ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚢𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢- 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚌 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝙶𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎- 𝚇𝙳𝙳𝙳

Ooooo, I'd never heard of this game before now! Had to watch a couple of videos and read it's instructions first, but yesssssss, it's so fun!

I don't really know if you meant separate HCs or all of them together, so here is an HC & Oneshot combo of Family game night:

Watch Ya' Mouth! •▽•

[Rise] TMNT x gn!reader - Platonic

This is utter chaos

You guys play this on family game nights, where the brothers invite you and April down to the lair, and play a series of games, taking turns choosing.

Tonight was Mikey's turn

He had asked you to get the board game for him, and honestly?

After reading the instructions, you struggled so hard to stop laughing

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So I believe everyone has seen the Lair Games episode?

Leo and Donnie are literally like that

Raph & Mikey

First Match:

You & Leo

Donnie & April

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"Come one April, speak clearly!!" "Oh goy I suer ig you don stog yelling ag ge!"

The lair was filled with yelling

"Focus ON THE CARD APRIL!!"

Donnie & April: 4 Points

"C'mon raph, my bro! You can do it!!"

"gog heergoo" "Go Hero?!"

*silently cries*

Raph & Mikey: 1 point

"Come Ooooon mi amigo! Si se puede!" "Gagunga Atata!" "Hakuna Matata!!" "Ges!!" "And this is why you're mi favorito y/n!"

Leo & Y/n: 6 points

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In the end, you and Leo win the first match <3

"Scoff! This is very unfair! Y/n is gold at this game, I demand a rematch partnered with y/n!!"

"exCUSE ME DONATELLO?"

"Nervous laughter, ahem, y/n save meee"

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Rematch:

Leo & Mikey

Raph & April

Donnie & y/n

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"Jake gor gony aker!" "Jae your money maker?" "Nooo" "SHAKE YOUR MONEY MAKER?!" "eGIL LAUGHOHOHOHO"

Donnie & y/n : 8 points

"gat jen tsay guget!" "Uhhuh batman saves Gotham?" "Gaaaaaa ñooooo" "gad nen zay juket!" "Bad men say bucket?!" "YAAAAASSS"

Leo & Mikey: 6 points

"uhhh igle ook clug?" "Uhm idle look club?" "Uh uh.. igle gook clug" "Raph, you're full of drool" "auuug"

Raph & April: 3 points

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You & Donnie win the 2nd match!

"YES said with much enthusiasm!" "Haha, try! 2 wins in a row for me :D"

"THAT IS SOOO UNFAIR! YOU STOLE MI BUEN AMIGO!! THATS SO UNFAIR DONNIE!!"

"uh... Raph, I think we need to separate them..." "*Sigh* I think you're right Mikey, also, thanks April for the paper towel" "Of course raph! Gosh, do those two always do this?" "Yea.... Don't you remember the Lair games?" "Ugghhh yes, those two are just a bunch of drama queens" *eye roll*

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Donnie & Leo proceeded to fight the whole night, ending only after Raph and Mikey separated them. It took 2 weeks of no game night for them to no longer hold a grudge.

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[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.

[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.

[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

again magma lol . with @buberb

Translation: Sigmas

Oh eee!

Translation: "I know you like me.💓"

R: "I'm big" Mikey in the lower left corner : "Raph? "

S: "son, Are you fucked up?"

A: "Raph are you ok?" D: "what the fuck."

some drawings that don't make any sense.

Head empty only Raph.

Translation: YEEE!! YEEEY!! :3 :)

Stone tits! :0 stone Tits!!!

That's all lmao😋

[mythicalninjas]

@thedl2912 It's been years ago (literally) since you sent this prompt. I hope you're still interested to read what I've written and it is an ask of apologises 🥲 MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Rate/Warnings: SFW, holidays with family, celebration, boys with their crushes

Let's be honest: they’d cobble together a “tree” out of random sewer junk, decorate it with makeshift ornaments, and exchange gifts they made themselves. Splinter told them stories of Japanese winter traditions.

They embraced Christmas movies and made it a tradition to have a pizza feast while exchanging small but thoughtful gifts. As adults, the brothers celebrate with a mix of their old traditions and new ones involving friends.

The lair is decked out with real decorations (thanks to April!), and they exchange gifts in a Secret Santa style to make it fair for everyone. No one is left from their family celebration!

Leonardo

As the oldest, Leo took it upon himself to make Christmas feel special for everyone, even when resources were scarce. He’d create small paper ornaments for their "tree" (usually a pile of junk) and try to teach his brothers Christmas songs. His wish list was practical even as a kid—books, training equipment, or a sturdy toy sword;

He tried to uphold family traditions while dealing with his teenage angst. He secretly saved up to give meaningful gifts to his brothers, such as repairing Donnie’s gadgets or crafting a new weapon for Raph. His wish list expanded to include things like martial arts manuals, music that helped him focus, or items that symbolized his leadership (like a notebook or a decorative katana stand);

Leo organizes the festivities, ensuring everyone gets time to celebrate together. With his crush (you), in the mix, he’s more mindful of personal touches in gifts. He’d give you a thoughtful book, or and a beautiful handcrafted ornament. BUT of course, after the family celebration, he would take you to the Empire State Building to watch the sunrise;

For him, the most beautiful view is you;

His wish lis? The leader would likely include items related to meditation, strategy games, or maybe a simple but heartfelt gift from someone special;

Raphael

Oh, boy. His grumpy face wouldn't help;

"Why is Raph mad?" Casey asked to Mikey, both eating a plate of pizza slice and turkey on the other side of the main space while watching the red-clad turtle;

"Mad? That's his every-day face." Mikey answered naturally;

Baby Raph had a love-hate relationship with Christmas as a kid. He’d grumble about the lack of gifts but secretly made handmade "weapons" for his brothers out of scrap materials. His wish list was all about action—nunchucks, toy weapons, or something adventurous like a kite (even if it wouldn’t fly in the sewers).

As he grows up, our Raph leaned into the "too cool for Christmas" vibe but secretly loved the holiday. He’d participate in his brothers’ antics, like decorating or gift exchanges, while acting indifferent. His gifts were usually practical or funny—he might’ve given Donnie extra screws for his inventions or Mikey a gag gift. Wish list at older age? Leaned toward punching bags, workout gear, or rock band merch.

As an adult, he is still rough around the edges but shows more appreciation for the holiday. He’s likely to make something personal for his friends, like a DIY repair kit for Casey’s gear or a leather bracelet for his crush. Fitness-related items, cool motorcycle accessories, or something handmade by his loved ones.

You here? PERFECT. He might have an angry face, but it doesn't make you step away. And that blush on his big cheeks when you give him simples touches (HEHEHEHEHSJWISNSKSNSJDK) YOU LOVE THAT. Big teddy bear on ACTION;

Michelangelo

Everybody knows that Mikey is the most excited about Christmas, treating it as an excuse to have fun and spread cheer. He made lopsided decorations out of junk and insisted on singing carols, no matter how off-key.

He doesn't care about his age. Give this boy toys, comic books, art supplies, new flying skateboards, an update for his knuchakos (have no idea how to write his japanese weapon correctly) but, mainly among all of it, PIZZAS. BOXES OF PIZZAS. Anything what can make him feel GREAT! MIKEY happy, family happy!

Ngl Mikey was the one who turned Christmas into a party, convincing his brothers to play games, watch movies, and eat pizza. The family celebration wasn't that exciting before his happiness change everthing. He gave hilarious, heartfelt gifts like drawing portraits of his family or prank items for Raph. He ensures Christmas is a joyful celebration for everyone. He bakes cookies, organizes games, and makes handmade gifts like a scrapbook for April or a painted helmet for Casey. For his crush, he might craft a whimsical piece of art (of himself or of his crush. Maybe both together ;3). He is THE own Michelangelo reencarned!

Want a nice celebration? Call Mikey, the party maker! The only who can bring happiness to reallity!

"All I want for Christmas iiisss... youuuu" He sings, pointing at you.

You chuckled.

*The song beat starts*

The orange-clad turtle kept on: "I don't want a lot for Christmas. There ir one just thing I need-And Iiiiiiii"

"Don't care about the presents underneath Christmas tree. I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace (ah)"

You two dance a lot, soon Leo, April, Donnie, Casey and Vernon join.

"Why don't you join them, my son?" Master Splinter asks softly, looking up at Raphael.

He crossed his arms over his big chest. "Don' know. No mood."

Splinter only lifts an eyebrow

Raph sighs. "Okay. But ya will join too."

Splinter smiles.

Donatello

Your beloved nerd would have been fascinated by the lights and mechanics of Christmas. He spent most of his time trying to engineer blinking lights or tiny motors for ornaments (by Mikey's ideas). He would search for information about this special celebration date and tell every single of them to you.

Of course you are interested!

His wish list, since we was a boy, was full of tech: batteries, screwdrivers, or wires to tinker with. Tech guy, tech stuff! Oh, boy... He does love it!

As a teen, Donnie improved his skills becaming the family’s Christmas tech guru, rigging up makeshift string lights and mini projects to wow everyone. He loved gifting his brothers functional gadgets or tech-enhanced weapons. His wish list was predictable—parts for his inventions, rare tech manuals, or a new soldering iron.

He still brings the tech magic to Christmas. He might build a personalized gadget for April, a hockey puck tracker for Casey, or a thoughtful, techy gift for his crush. His wish list is the nerdiest of them all: microchips, rare circuit boards, or a subscription to a science magazine.

"Did you know that the red suit Santa Claus wears today has its origins in the work of several artists, including: Thomas Nast, Haddon Sundblom-"

You grinned "Clement Clarke Moore and Saint Nicholas Myra. But there are a few others, right?"

"Yeah! Like Norman Rockwell and J.C. Leyendecker. Also, did you know that before Coca-Cola's advertisements, Santa was depicted in a variety of ways, including as a gnome or in different colored suits?"