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mar-iiposa · 1 year ago

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

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

requests: open

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

Leonardo:

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

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

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

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

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

“hey, leo?��

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

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

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

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

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

and out comes snorts while you laugh

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

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

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

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

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

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

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

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

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

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

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

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

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

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

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

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

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

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

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

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

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

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

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

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

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

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

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

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

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

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

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

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

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

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

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

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

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

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

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

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

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

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

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

“what was that?”

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

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

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

you shake your head in disagreement

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

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

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

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

woah

this dude was serious

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

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

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

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

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

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

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

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

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

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

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

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

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

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

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

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

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

“but I’m trying!”

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

“what’re you doing?”

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

you inhale and then exhale

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

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

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

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

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

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

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

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

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

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

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

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

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months ago

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I’m cackling at the idea of the bayverse boys going through the “baby’s first swear” moment

Since the kiddos live in the sewer and all the turtles don’t seem like the type to swear around their kids (maybe Raph if especially angry) they would prolly end up learning it from Vern or Casey.

Like just imagine any of the guys chilling with their kids, and then their little toddler son/daughter knocks over their juice cup and they just go “Shit” in their lil innocent kid voice with a grumpy pout, meanwhile their dads have snapped a wide eyed stare to them cuz WHERE did you hear that word?!-

Obvs Leo would probably be the one who hates swearing the most and would be pretty angry in the moment but how would they all handle the aftermath? Like would they implement something sorta like a swear jar system? Would they just give their kids a warning? Interrogate their family to find out who taught their kid to swear?? The chaos that would follow sounds hilarious!

Your Kids’ First Swear Word (Fluff/Crack)

Children Series

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I am Danish, and in Denmark, cursing is an important part of our culture. No beeping out curse words here! We say the shit fucking proud and fucking loud!🗣🇩🇰 Sure, we tell children that it’s bad, but we don’t care too much. Remember, the Danish versions of TMNT 1987 and 2003 had the turtles cursing. I learned a specific word for retard, because Shredder kept using it on Bebop and Rocksteady😂 But the turtles are American, and that is different, so here you go. Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warnings: Cursing lol.

Leonardo:

Romeo is 10, Marcello is 7, Gerardo is 4.

The children always loved when uncle Vern, uncle Casey and aunt April came to visit in the lair. Other than their mother and aunts, these were the only human connections the kids had.

Funnily enough, the children took a strong liking to Vern, always hanging around him whenever he came to visit, which was way less than Casey and April. But why did the kids like Vern so much? Maybe it was his strong reaction of confusion and slight annoyance when one of them came running, wanting some sort of attention from him. Especially Marcello, who found that if he tugged enough at Vern, the human would start muttering all sorts of strange words under his breath, almost like he was spitting them in the boy's direction.

The other kids took notice of this as well, especially Gerardo who started taking on his older brother’s habit of bugging Vern whenever he was around, just to hear the strange words that he would mumble. Words that Gerardo found absolutely hilarious, and would save in his memory for a lifetime. Because then he learned what those words meant… or sorta.

Vern, Casey and April was once again visiting the lair, coming to eat dinner with the large underground family. In these cases they all ate together in the living area, at a bunch of tables, all lined out in one liner continuation. It was here, in the middle of conversations and laughter, that Gerardo suddenly perked up out of nowhere, in a way that only made sense for a child his age.

“Uncle Vern taught me a word!”, he said proudly to you and Leo, as he suddenly remembered one of the words Vern had said last time he visited, kicking his feet under the table in excitement.

“And what is that word?”, you asked smiling, eyeing Marcello as he poured up a glass of water for Romeo, no indication in the slightest for what was about to come out of your sons mouth.

“Shitling!”, Gerardo yelled out proudly.

Silence fell over all the adults at the table, all while the children kept talking and yapping. You and Leo made wide eyed eye contact, before slowly turning your attention to Vern, who sat frozen with his fork halfway into his mouth.

Needless to say, but from that day, Vern really had to restrain his vocabulary whenever he was around the kids.

Raphael:

Joan is 11, Minerva is 7, Ragnar is 4.

With your husband’s foul mouth, one would not be blamed for believing that Raph had been living his whole life on a ship out in the big open ocean, instead of in the sewers below New York City. It had long gotten Raph into trouble with his own father, often being the reason he would find himself in the hashish. Yet he never seemed to learn from his punishments.

Even as you and Raph got together, his foul mouth would be going. Never because of you, no no, never you. You could never do anything wrong in Raph’s eyes. No, Raph would curse at pretty much anything else. His brothers annoyed him - curse. He was angry and needed to get his frustrations out with a good work out - curse. He accidentally burned himself when cooking - curse. He watched a game and either something good or something bad happened - curse. Raph was in a good mood, and he wanted to let you know just how happy he was - sweet words with curses for emphasis. In order words, cursing was just a part of Raphael’s natural vocabulary.

But when you and Raph started having children, your husband was forced to keep his colorful words for himself, only letting his curses fly when none of them was around, usually when they were in bed. But somehow, even when he kept a careful eye on who was around, your children managed to catch a few of those words.

It was just like any other day in the lair. Your children was playing in the living area, Minerva and Ragnar’s laughter ringing out loud from the couch while Joan watched them from the armchair, making sure that her little brother and little sister wouldn’t accidentally knock each other out in their little play fight. You and Raph sat just a small distance away, seeing your kids jump around, ready to intervene should something happen, when all of a sudden-.

“Asshole!”, Mini yelled out loud, causing her and Ragnar to laugh even louder.

You and Raph sat up straight, eyes wide in shock, not fully able to believe what you had just heard, when Ragnar piped up.

“Fuck face!”, he yelled, making Mini fall over on the couch, holding her stomach in laughter, almost falling off and onto the floor below. Ragnar, continuing the game he and his sister had going, stood up on the couch, his little form looking so adorable as he tried to square up. “Shit maggot!”

For a solid five minutes you and Raph sat in absolute shock, still processing what the two youngest of your angels had just blurted out. That was when Joan turned calmly towards the two of you, shrugging her shoulders.

“If you think this is bad, you should hear them when you’re not around”, she said, before turning her attention back on her siblings’ play fight.

After this you and Raph started keeping a sharp eye on your children’s vocabulary, and started cracking down harder on Raph’s own use of words.

Donatello:

Galileo is 12, Dorothy and Marie are 7.

For a long time, you and Donnie had had problems with Marie’s tendency to suddenly blurt out things. You could be sitting at the dining table with family and friends over, when Marie would all of a sudden turn towards Vern and ask; “why do you look like that?”

Vern would in turn look at Marie a little confused and ask; “look like what?”

“Like that”, Marie said, pointing at his face. “Ugly”.

Casey almost choked on his drink, and even Splinter fought not to smile. And it would have been slightly adorable, if it wasn’t for the fact that she did this quite often.

Marie didn’t say these things to be hurtful, no, she said these things because she was honest and curious. She never thought that the things that she said could be considered mean. She just wanted to know, and just like she had been taught; if you wanted to know something you would have to ask. That was something Donnie had taught her and her siblings, but never had he thought that it would lead to Marie being so blunt. So blunt that sometimes even her siblings were shocked.

But one this was being blunt, asking out of the blue questions that would take people aback, but never had Marie cursed. But that changed fast one day.

You, Donnie and your children were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast together, talking about whatever things families would talk about in the mornings. Dorothy was telling Donnie about her big plans for the day, aka, dress up, while Galileo told you about a new video game he wanted to play soon, when suddenly Marie perked up with a question that had been playing on her mind.

“Dad?”, she asked, leaving the spoon in her cereal.

“Yes, sweetheart. What is it?”, Donnie asked, happy to see that Marie was at least asking permission to ask a question, instead of just blurting it out in the open.

“There’s a word I don’t understand. Do you know it?”

“What word is it?”

“It’s actually more than one word”, Marie said.

“Is that so?”, Donnie asked. “What are they?”

“Shut the fuck up, shit face”, Marie said, looking up to the side, as if she was trying to remember the exact words as she spoke.

You and Donnie were shocked, staring at her with wide eyes. Dorothy was confused, looking back and forth between her parents and her sister. But not Gali. Instead he gasped, looking offended.

“I told you to get out when I was playing that video game!”, he gasped. “You snuck back in?!”

“You didn’t lock the door”, Marie shrugged, continuing to eat her cereal while you and Donnie was still trying to process what just happened.

Michelangelo:

Sunny is 4, Luis is around 1.

Your dear, sweet little bundle of sunshine, Sunny, was at that period of her life, where she would push boundaries, and say all the words she heard around her, just to get a reaction out of her family members, sometimes even yelling instead of actually speaking. She had also recently had her first real temper tantrum, which, thankfully was rare for Sunny, but sadly not the last to come in the next few years.

Sunny had recently taken to asking you or Mikey for food, only to bring it to the couch, and eat and play with it, causing her to spill everywhere, which you and Mikey obviously wasn’t too happy about, causing you and your husband to put in all efforts to get rid of her habit. That even meant that Mikey could no longer bring snacks to the couch, as that would totally undermine all that the two of you had been working for.

But that didn’t stop Sunny from trying, often ending in failure, which resulted in her first temper tantrum, screaming over the fact that she wasn’t allowed to bring her dino nuggets to the couch, but would have to eat them at a table. That didn’t fly by Sunny, what so ever, causing her to scream and cry for two whole hours, making Luis just as fussy by the sound. Oh, it was exhausting.

But that still didn’t stop Sunny from trying. No, in fact it made her attempts more elaborate, sometimes even taking you and Mikey by surprise.

It soon became a matter of principle for Sunny. It was no longer about her getting to eat on the couch, but simply the act of bringing food to the couch without you and Mikey noticing it. Chips from the cupboard, a pizza slice, a handful of popcorn and one time even a frozen chicken. But soon, Sunny came up with what she considered a genius idea - a cup of juice. If she could bring that to the couch, she would have won the battle. And so, Sunny asked you for a cup of juice while sitting at the dining table, drinking half of the cup, before slowly sliding off her chair, making her way toward the living area with her small cup of juice in her hands.

Here Mikey was sitting in the armchair, bottle feeding Luis. That was perfect for Sunny. With her father’s attention grabbed by her baby brother, there was nothing that could stop her. And so, she quickly and silently made her way towards the couch, her half filled juice cup in her hands.

Once at the couch, she placed the cup on the soft couch cushion, letting it whopple when she then began to climb up on the same cushion, when the cup suddenly tumbled over, spilling juice all over the couch. The exact thing her parents didn’t want to happen. And that was when a word graced Sunny’s lips. A word she had never used before, yet she had heard it being spoken around the lair in situations like this.

“Shit”.

That was when she caught the attention of Mikey, who stood from the armchair, still with Luis in his arms, seeing the mess Sunny had made, her small curse still ringing in his ear.

After that day, Sunny was no longer allowed to bring food into the living area, with each curse word he said from that day forward, resulting in a week without dino nuggets.

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some-thirst-here · 1 year ago

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Pretty shy

Leo x Reader

There was always something good about the acoustics in the gym. Which is why you like sneaking away to sing after school, when there isn't any sporting practice of any kind. You waste no time in slinging your backpack down on the bleachers. You start pulling homework out and singing along to the song coming through your headphones.

"My names Noel. In gym class I mostly duck, and I kinda smell. Puberty really sucks. I like this one guy but he's pretty shy."

You belt out the song while moving around gently to the beat. The next part of the song is louder and you raise your voice to match it.

"He doesn't know who I am, and he doesn't give a damn about me. Because I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby."

Bumping into someone behind you knocks you out of the cosy little world you were just in. Heat crawls up your neck as you turn to see who. It's not one, but four guys you have never talked to. The heroes from the news. Your heart drops into your stomach.

The one in blue reaches a hand out to you, while opening his mouth to speak. Without thinking you flinch back and immediately start cramming the homework right back into the backpack. Throwing your backpack over your shoulder, you bolt. Tripping over your own feet as you run out the doors. You don't see the dejected look on the turtles face.

A moment after April walks up to the guys. "What was even that?" She can't help but ask.

Raph snorts. "They took one look at nardo here and ran." Raph pats Leo's shoulder. "It must be hard being that ugly bro." Leo promptly smacks his hand away.

April frowns, not liking that answer.

*****

For the next few weeks you make yourself scarce. The only glimpse anyone can get of you is the back of your head. You're determined to stay far away from the turtles. It was working pretty well. Unfortunately for you today is a pep rally in the gym.

The whole school is packed in the gym. So many people everywhere. Luckily your headphones do block some of the noise. You decide to sneak up to the top of the bleachers. While squeezing your way up someone knocks into you. The momentum makes you lose your balance. Your backpack is not helping as the weight helps pull you over the guard rail.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you tumble over. Your headphones hit the ground first. Squeezing your eyes closed you try to brace for impact. The sound of sneakers scuffing the floor is all you hear before you land.

"Hey, I've got you. Are you ok?" A voice very close to you asks. It takes a moment for you to open your eyes. You realize the turtle in blue has caught you bride style. He gives you a nervous smile waiting for you to speak.

"Your eyes are brown." You say without thinking. He blinks in confusion. Your heart thunders in your chest. Why did you say that?

You are once again scrambling up and out of the gym. The first thing you do is run and hide in the bathroom. After closing the door, it swings right back open and smacks against the wall. You nearly jump out of your skin. April O'Neil herself is marching up to you. You very visibly gulp. She backs you up to the wall.

"What was that? Do you have some problem with mutants or something?" April asks, clearly annoyed.

"Wh-what? That's not-." Your eyes widen as you try to reply. April raises an eyebrow.

"Well, what is your problem then?" She asks curious. You sigh, your shoulders sagging.

"I just... They saved a whole city. But every time they see me, I look like an idiot." You finally admit. You run a hand down your face. April's eyes widen. Her annoyance dissolving.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. You should try actually talking to them. They're all kind of huge dorks." April gives you a small smile. Thoughts of bacon, egg, and cheese fill April's head. You rub the back of your neck.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." You mutter. April ignores your protest and grabs your hand to pull you along.

"Well, I mean Leo did just save you from a potentially broken neck, so I think the least you can do is say thank you."

"Oh ,um, right." Heat creeps back up your neck. You don't have to go far as Leo is waiting outside the bathroom. April officially introduces the two of you.

"You dropped these." Leo says holding up your missing headphones. A bright smile spreads across your face.

"Thank you." You say. Leo gently places them into your hands. You pull the headphones around your neck.

"Thanks for catching me too." You say softly looking away from Leo's face.

"Yeah, no problem. It was nothing. Not that you're nothing, you're totally something. It was just easy..to do." Leo rubs the back of his neck. Why did he say it like that?

You can't help, but smile at his rambling. Maybe it wasn't going to be so hard to get along with them.

#tmnt x Reader #tmnt mm x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #x reader

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nights-flying-fox · 2 months ago

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leo for 3, 6, or 8?

Hey hey sorry for being a bit late but I got inspired and. I will write for 3 & 8 too >:] But first!! Part 1 of 3:

6 [Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)]

Word Count: 1540 ❀ thank you @clairvoyyages for beta reading <33

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Leo had failed to stop the yokai’s attack. He was too slow, too late to open a portal. The yokai was running away but his brothers were frozen with a blank stare. As if some statues on top of the roof, stuck in a defensive position. “Raph, Donnie, Mikey!” Leo called in fear as he stopped right in front of them, immediately approaching the closest turtle mutant to him. He relaxed when Raph broke out of the stare and turned to look at Leo’s hand on his arm. Quickly Leo realized something was off, and he hid his panic behind his comforting smile as he talked: “Raph? Are you okay?”

Raph blinked a few times before smiling awkwardly. “Yes… I’m okay…” He kept looking at Leo, as if searching for an answer. A familiarity. Leo was confused, this wasn’t how Raph would answer if he was okay. Something was definitely wrong. Right on cue, Raph spoke and Leo was sure he misheard. For it must be that, because why else Raph would ask him who he was?

“I’m sorry, Raph’s just… his mind is really foggy… Have we met before?” He said those words so genuinely… and each of them stung so much to hear. Because this couldn’t be real. It couldn’t– He couldn’t– Maybe he was having a moment like when he went feral? Yeah, it must be something like that. He was sure Donnie could figure it out, or if it was a psychological situation Mikey would. He could see them watching him and Raph silently from the side of his eyes.

Leo turned to them, “Guys, there’s something wrong with Raph.” They looked at him puzzled. Somehow, this was enough to make Leo’s world come crashing down. “Donnie? Mikey?” Leo called, trying so hard to not let his voice shake with fear.

Mikey was first to talk, “I think there is a misunderstanding–”

“No there is not.” Leo interrupted almost immediately. “Come on guys, this isn’t funny.”

“If you could explain to us- what is supposed to be funny?” Donnie said and Leo didn’t miss how he held his bō. His twin was ready to fight, protect others. From Leo. His twin.

Leo smiled with distress, still keeping a small hope of this being a big ugly joke, “I’m your brother.”

“...What?”

Leo looked in between them. When had Raph moved closer to the others? They looked at him scared, puzzled, and worst of all as if he was a stranger. Leo wasn’t sure what to say– to do. They didn’t… they didn’t remember him. They- they didn’t. Donnie was still looking at him sternly, and Raph and Mikey still were so confused. Not giving them any answer probably didn’t help, but Leo couldn’t think what to tell them. He didn’t know what he should do. He—

His phone buzzed and he grabbed it seeing the message from April. Of course! April could help! With shaking hands (when had they started shaking?) Leo called her. Soon enough he heard her voice: “Leo?”

“April, we have a problem.”

“What did you do again?”

“What– No! I– Not that ki-kind of situation.” Leo couldn’t look away from his brothers, so he didn’t miss when Mikey turned to Donnie and asked “How does he know April?”. Leo took a deep breath, “They– a yokai did something to them and I– I don’t know what to do– they don’t believe I’m their brother–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay baby, we can figure it out. Where are you?” April asked calmly.

“On a roof. We aren’t far from your home actually.” Leo answered.

“Alright send me the location and I’m coming.”

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Until April arrived, Leo managed to convince his brothers that he wasn’t a stranger and that April would make things clear. That she would explain everything to them. That there was an explanation of the situation. That she would confirm that he wasn’t a liar. He was telling the truth. He was their brother and some yokai had made them forget this. And they would figure out what was going on and fix it. Because they always did. They were the Mad Dogz, they had stopped the Shredder and the Krang. A simple trick from an every day bad guy wasn’t something they couldn’t handle.

They didn’t believe him, but Donnie agreed to look at the records once April arrived. Raph kept a distance from Leo but kept chatting with him, giving him a chance. Mikey told him how much he liked him already. “Even if you aren’t our brother you’d make a great brother!” He said. Leo wanted to scream so bad about how he already was, but instead he kept smiling.

At any moment now April would arrive and she’d tell them Leo was right. She’d prove to them that Leo was their brother. The minutes felt like hours and Mikey’s happy chatter only kept making him feel like he was sick. But finally he saw April climbing up the ladder to join them. As she got up on the roof, she must’ve noticed something on the ground because she stopped to inspect something on the hand she had grabbed the roof with. After a sneeze though she ignored it, taking a moment before approaching them.

“April! Finally!” Leo called at her. He was met with a startled look. Leo kept talking, “Please, do your magic and reveal the truth to my dear brothers.” He gestured at them.

April looked at Raph, Donnie and Mikey, and then back at Leo. “Who’s that guy?”

Leo froze. Then he turned at her, he was sure he made the disbelief he felt clear even though he smiled. “April? What do you mean who’s that guy? It’s me, Leo.”

“So you don’t know him either.” Donnie didn’t ask, he stated it as a fact.

April shook her head. The three mutants turned to look at Leo, along with her.

Leo felt like he was sinking.

Donnie raised his bō and Leo noticed how Raph changed his stance. April looked at him with a protective glare. Mikey, however, looked heart-broken.

“Please,” Leo pleaded. “Donnie, I know you record everything… Come on, just check your phone gallery or anything! Raph, Mikey, April! Please!”

Raph took a step towards him, “I don’t know what you want or what you’re trying to do, but you better tell the truth Leo.”

He had never heard his name told with such bitterness from Raph. Leo swallowed, “I am telling the truth!” he replied, his voice tiny.

Why wouldn't they just listen to him? Why wouldn't they believe him? All they saw was a stranger who right now was hurting the family with his lies. If only they would–

Raph grabbed his sais. “Last warning, kid. Either you give a proper answer and tell the truth or you leave.”

Leo looked at how Raph was staring at him. Angry, dangerous. Briefly Leo remembered how Raph also stood in the Technodrome, under control and ready to attack him. “I won't fight you. Not again, not ever.”

Raph took a step.

Leo had to take a step back. He wouldn't be able to convince them, would he? And after everything they've been through, could he really blame them? No… he couldn't. He didn't.

He had to figure it out in a different way. He had to think, figure out what that yokai did to them– how. He had to find the yokai.

“I will fix this.” Leo promised as he reached his katanas and swung them, opening a portal. “I promise.”

Before he could see their expressions or hear their responses, he left.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

He clumsily landed on another roof, away from his siblings. Immediately he dropped his katanas from his shaking hands and pulled them up to his face and covered it. He tried to calm himself down, sliding down to the cold ground with his back on the wall. It will be okay, he can fix this. He can, he can, he can—

All he needed was a bit of time to think. To make a proper plan and he’d fix everything. Get his brothers and April back to normal. He could do it.

As he calmed down, focusing on making a plan he started thinking about his next steps. What he needed right now? To find the yokai who caused this mess. But who would know such a weirdo? Sure, he could ask people in the Hidden City but to be honest Leo himself was still a criminal (which was totally unfair). He doubted Draxum would have any relations with such a guy… Oh! That’s it! Leo’s eyes sparkled with the idea: Hueso! Of course he’d know. He accepted anyone who could pay and not cause trouble in his restaurant. He probably at least would know someone who knew this troublemaker. He was sure the bone man would help him, one way or another.

Leo grabbed his katanas from the ground and got back on his feet. He sliced the air with one of them and saw the Run of the Mill right before him. Time to get some answers and remind everyone of their favorite champion!

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #prompt challenge #rottmnt leo #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #anon #me: short warm up!#also me: *proceeds to write a full oneshot* (that is still a wip bc write fight distracted me)#nighty write-y

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mimastuff · 1 year ago

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Just read your rottmnt reacting to their S/O’s death. Amazing writing btw, but I was wondering if you could do a continuation of it actually being a nightmare, and how would the turtles react to see them alive and well.

Thank you for the request!! I really enjoyed writing this one :) I was literally thinking of making a part 2 but yeah this was better than I imagined <3

Nightmare fuel ( pt2 to last post!)

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Don 💜

- as he woke up with a stir he found his body covered in a cold sweat

- He sat up with a sleepy yawn

- The events of his dream replayed in his head.

- He never gets , dreams that bad .

- Hell even nightmares.

- Wait

- Where were you ?

- He could recall falling asleep with you in his arms in your room

- Where are you ? Was his dream real ? Did he really lose-

- his thoughts stopped as you walked into your apartment bedroom

- His heart ached as you looked at him confused

- The confusion turned into mother bear mode as he ran out of bed to hug you

- He never really liked physical affection

- That was until you stepped into his life

- You hugged him back as you heard light sobs from him

The feeling of his grip tightening made your heart sink. You cradled his head in your arms and rubbed his arms. “I-I thought I lost you.. I thought you died…” your heart physically hurt for him as he cried once more into your neck. “Hey shhhh , your okay , I’m ok Donnie. I’m not dead. It was just a dream , I could never leave you~” your coos seemed to calm him down a little. He was still hugging you as he explained the dream. He explained how he killed you. How it was his fault. “Dee , baby, look at me” you saw him raise his tired head to look at you. Hands still gripped on your hips. “It was not your fault. It was not real. You tried to save me , and to be honest you already have. Multiple times. Ok? You have saved me without even knowing it. Just you being here for me is enough. Your so sweet to me and I can promise you I’m not mad. If anything I’m proud of you. I’m proud you have told me about the nightmare. And I’m proud of who you are as a person. Your everything I need Donnie , don’t you forget that.” Donnie’s sobbing started again. But for a different reason. He has never been called those words before. And he has suddenly been reminded of why he loves you. He steps back and gets into bed with his arms open for you to snuggle into. You both fall asleep happy and tired. Both grateful for each others warmth and existence.

Leo💙

- As he woke up choking for air tears seemed to be streaming down his face.

- his head was spinning

- he felst as though he was going to pass out.

- His groggy yawns broke the ever increasing silence in his room.

- He felt so sick and so numb at the same time

- He mentally prepared himself for another day of mourning his love

- You had died a couple weeks back and things have not been the same

- He hardly sees his brothers , crying at almost every reminder of your presence

- He felt tears build up in his eyes again as his chest tightened at the sound of light foot steps outside his bedroom door.

- He wiped his eyes as his head turned to the door opening

- “Raph, is that you?”

- The figure made its way to his sleepy body

- “Horrified that you would think that your love of you life looks like raph”

- His heart stopped.

“Y/N , is that you babe?” His voice broke and tears threatened to fall from his eyes. You instantly recognised the pain in his tone and say on the bed beside him. “Yes it’s me? Are you ok love , do I need to call Donnie in ? Omg ! Your crying. Heyy shh come here” As you pulled him into a hug you could hear his slight sobs. He pulled you onto his lap so he could hug you better. You turned to the blue lamp that lay on the table next to your bed.

“What happened?” His sniffles made your heart sink into your feet. “I had a horrible dream that you died. That dream, man it felt so real. But your here! And I’m ok now I promise :)” you laid your head on top of his as you stroked his shell. “Baby, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere, ok ? I could never leave you.” His crying eventually stopped. They soon turned into snores as you got off his lap so he could spoon you. Your heart filled with worry , you fell asleep in his arms. Safe and sound.

Raph ❤️

- he slowly opened his eyes to see a small sleeping figure laying next to him

- His heart hurt and ached for you

- He really felt the dream was real

- He soon began to feel a sence of overwhelming gratefulness for you

- The way you always cared for his needs

- The way you patched him up when he insisted he could do it himself

- He loves you because you don’t care what he looks like

- You love him for who he is

- And he almost lost that.

- He almost lost the light that makes up his live

- He almost the the soul reason he has kept going

- You put him on the right track

- No one , not even him, could do that.

- He who is ever so strong could never lift someone like him in his arms and lift him to a world where he is loved and care for

- But you did.

- He felt tear build up as all the memories of you two together replayed like a record in his head

- One by one , each memory making him feel all kinds of emotions.

- He was prideful and he felt so proud of you

- The tears pouring from his eyes and slight sniffles stirred you awake

- Your eyes opened to a emotional raph

“Raphie , baby , are you okay?” You touched the side of his cheek and wiped away his stray tears. You felt an overwhelming hand come to grab you by the waist and pull you onto his lap. “Justa bad dream , look I just wanted to say how much I love you. Y/N you really mean the world to me. And in my dream I lost the one thing that makes me want to live. You. You’re my light Y/N. I have never felt this way about anyone before *sniffle sniffle* I love you and your so cool and amazing to me and …” he broke down in tears again at the thought of losing you and not being able to live himself anymore. “Shhh it’s okay raph. I love you too so so much. And if it ever feels like I don’t , I’m so sorry. You’re the reason I’m actually alive right now. You have helped me so much, in many ways . Some of which you don’t even know about. *you wipe his tears again and rub his cheek slightly*” Raphael swore his heart grew that night. You both hugged each other as you fell asleep with a smile on your faces. You couldn’t live without each other. And that was how it was meant to be.

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I hope you like this one !! The turtles are always a fav to write for <33 thanks for the request , keep em coming !! 😚

#rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie x reader confession

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inbrightshadows · 1 year ago

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*shoves part 3 of tiny turtle baby Casey Jr out from under my rock*

Inspired by Cass Apocalyptic Series by somerandomdudelamo

go here for part 1, here for part 2

“We’re not feeding him worms!” Mikey yells with an outrage is so thick he could bottle it up and sell it as a seasoning.

Donnie throws his hands up. “Mikey the internet literally says that’s what we’re supposed to feed him!” He gives his phone a vigorous shake, just to drive the point home.

Leo grabs the arm with the phone and drags it down to his level. He flicks through the screen for a second, ignoring Donnie’s eye rolling and general huffiness.

“It also says we can feed him fish and small shrimp. Or fruits and veggies if he’ll eat them.” “I’ve got strawberries and grilled mackerel.” “Raph can help cut it up small for him.” Raph sets the Casey Jr containment mug down on the counter. Donnie glares at it, muttering darkly, but relents at Leo’s look. “Ugh. Fine. You’re probably depriving him of vital nutrients but whatever, just ignore Donnie- hey! Wait, those are my strawberries!”

Mikey turns away from the counter to shake a strawberry at Donnie. “One: you turned him into a baby turtle, Two: he’s tiny so he can probably only eat one anyway, and three: you turned him into a baby turtle!” “Uggggghhh fiiiiinnne.”

Raph peacefully takes a knife to a small piece of grilled mackerel while Leo… 'supervises.'

“You remembered to de-bone the fish right?” Leo stares at the little pieces of fish on Raph’s cutting board, hunting for any sign of a dangerous shard. “It came without bones, Leo,” Raph says with all the patience of an older brother utterly done with his little brother’s nonsense. “Cool cool cool, but you checked that they didn’t miss any little ones, right? Sometimes they don’t get them all.” “I checked,” he sing songs through gritted teeth. “Ok but you’re super sure, right? I mean. Not that you would have missed that but, like, he’s just so tiny-” “Leo I swear-”

There’s a thud of someone barging into the lair immediately followed by a voice that has every turtle in the vicinity- except the one confined to a mug- freezing.

“Casey Junior!” the elder Donatello yells through the lair. Panicked looks fly between the brothers. Casey Jr chirps a greeting. Donnie slams a hand over the top of the mug to muffle it.

“He’s back early!” Leo hisses, whipping towards the entrance to the kitchen. “Well gentlemen- and Leo- it’s been an honor. I’ll tell Gram-gram everyone says hi.” “What do we do what do we do?” Mikey leaps up and clings to Raph, who clings back.

“Casey Junior?” the elder Donatello calls again, confusion and a bit of concern creeping in. His footsteps come closer. Donnie, looking like he’s two seconds from leaping onto the ceiling, shoves Casey Jr’s mug in a cupboard.

“What are you doing?” Raph hisses. “What does it look like? I’m prolonging my inevitable demise! Now get away from the scene of the crime.” Donnie says, shoving his brothers toward the door. “Wait- Donnie! You can’t just shove a baby in a cupboard and leave!” “He’s fine! He’s in a mug!” “That doesn’t make it better!” “Well it will have to do, I can’t just leave evidence lying around!” “He’s not evidence he’s a baby!” “I baby-ified slash mutated his nephew! He’s going to murder me. Which I know because he is me and if someone did that to my family I would murder them.”

Leo scrambles after them, visibly torn about leaving a baby- mug confined or not- in a cupboard.

“Aw, you do love us…” Mikey coos. “You know I love you guys. I’ve literally told all of you that before!” “Yeah but it’s nice to hear it!” “Awwww Don-don,” Leo coos, the opportunity to menace his twin an instant distraction, “Would you avenge me if I got murdered?” “No,” Donnie lies, “If anything I’m more likely to be the one doing the murdering.” “Would you avenge Raph?” Raph asks, pouting. Donnie reaches out and pats his arm. “They would be dead before you started rigor mortis.” “Awwwww-”

Ahead of them, someone clears their throat. The young turtles freeze.

“As touching as it is to watch you all swear vengeance for each other I seem to be missing a nephew.” Donatello the elder leans against the entrance to the lair, eyebrow raised. Only the fact that he hasn’t bothered to take his hat and coat off betrays his worry.

Donnie shrinks back behind Raph’s shell.

“Uhhh… We…” Raph’s eyes dart to each of his brothers but finds no help there. Especially not from Donnie, who is busy pretending he’s not there. “We… haven’t seen him?” Raph says at the same time as Mikey squeaks out “He went out?”

Donatello frowns. Mikey’s head slowly sinks down deeper into his shell until only his eyes stick out. Leo, certified best liar of the turtles, steps in for damage control.

“He went out for groceries, he was worried since we were getting low.” Leo opts for a casual lean against Raph’s arm. He flips his hand and shrugs in a little ‘what can you do,’ motion. Donatello squints at the three of them and then eyes Donnie carefully peeking over Raph’s shoulder. Donnie freezes and slowly sinks back down. Silence settles around them, every second adding another pound of pressure.

“… Right. Casey Jr, who is notably very uncomfortable venturing to the surface on his own, went out to get groceries. Alone.” Donatello steps past them.

“Yeah I mean, just a couple things? A little literal milk run to get his feet wet, y’know? Gotta fight the fear and all that.” Leo turns and follows him, his brothers trailing after him. Over Raph’s shoulder Donnie makes several alarmed motions. Leo raises an eye bridge at him. Donnie points violently toward where Donatello is walking toward-

Walking toward the kitchen.

“Ahhh y’know, why don’t we all go to the living room?” Donatello turns and raises an eyebrow at Leo, a flat frown on his face. “…Why don’t you want me going in the kitchen?”

“Whaaaaat? Who said anything about keeping you out of the kitchen. You’re a big, strong, independent turtle and you can go wherever you want. I just thought, y’know, the living room might be… more comfortable. For your old man bones.” Leo gives Donatello his best grin. Donatello returns it with a flat stare.

“Suuurrre. We can go to the living room.” “Really!?” Mikey exclaims, halfway to drooping in relief. “Yeah. Once I get coffee. From the kitchen that you’re totally fine with me walking into.”

Leo’s brothers exchange nervous looks. Leo is not so easily broken. He’s kept secrets from his twin before. How much harder can lying to an adult Donatello possibly be?

[part 4]

#cass apocalyptic series #bs posts #my writing #turtle baby Casey Jr #ehehehe we're almost to the fun part

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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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Baby 🥺 (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the kitchen, and he looks suspiciously a lot like Leo

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader (established)

warnings: fluff!, vague mention of childbirth

word count: 2.5k

A/N: inspired by this post by @jasontoddisbest !! listen there’s some real gems in there, if someone out there writes them or sees them written, please tag me! i’d love to read the others :’) excuse any mistakes,, i wrote this at 2am sfdsdff

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo (you’re here) | Raph | Donnie | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It had been a little over a year since the turtles had defeated the Krang. New York was slowly but surely recovering, as were you all.

Your boyfriend, Leo, was the one with the most nightmares since then. He would wake up in a cold sweat, often screaming in his sleep. You were by his side, trying to support and comfort him to the best of your abilities.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, just like any other. You were kicking Leo’s butt at Smash Bros, much to his annoyance. You were both sat on the floor in front of the screen, as he took a pillow from the sofa to throw at you. It landed in your face with an ‘oomph!’, blocking your view, and that’s when Leo did his move, winning the round.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” you cried out, pouting at him. Leo gasped in mock offense.

“Puh-lease.” he set down the controller and grinned mischievously at you. “You wanna know what real cheating is?” He crawled closer.

“Leonardo. Don’t you dare” you said, pointing an accusing finger at him, knowing exactly what he was about to do.

“Oh I very much dare!” he laughed, climbing on top of you and tickling your sides. You laughed and huffed, slightly slapping his arms and begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you over me winning fair and square” he teased you, tickling you harder.

“Alright! Alright, y-you win, plEAse stoP” you breathed hard between laughs, tears on the side of your eyes. Leo climbed off triumphantly and pulled you up, bringing you to his chest in a hug instead. You hugged him back, trying to calm your breathing.

“Why do you have to be such a sore loser” you mumbled into his chest with a grin, and he was just about to retort when you heard weird zapping sounds, followed by a thump and the soft cry of surprise.

“Did- did you hear that?” you pulled back and asked Leo.

“Yeah, it came from the kitchen. Go get my sword.” he said in a low voice and sneaked to where the sound had come from.

You were scanning the room looking for his weapon, wondering where he even left it. In his room maybe? Just as you stood up, you heard Leo go “aaw~”, so you guessed it wasn’t a threat anymore. With every step you took you could hear Leo cooing.

“It’s okay little man, no need to cry” the turtle said with a voice you’d use to talk to a dog, or a small child maybe.

You entered the kitchen with a confused look, and before you was Leo crouching on the floor, picking up a little turtle toddler. A turtle tot.

“Look at this, Y/n!” he said, standing back up to his feet, with the turtle in his arms. “There was a weird portal thing, that just zapped closed, and it looks like this little guy fell through.”

“Aw, he looks a lot like you, actually!” you commented, seeing how the little turtle also had red markings around his eyes, but these were more circles rather than half moons.

“I think he hit his head” Leo said, gently rubbing the toddler’s forehead. The toddler looked like he was doing his best not to cry, but when he saw you approach, something in his face changed and he let go, crying, and stretching out his little arms towards you.

“Aw, poor thing” you said and picked him up into your arms. “There, there” Once the kid hugged you and clung onto your shirt, it calmed down immediately. You patted softly onto the shell.

“Wow, looks like he feels safe with you” Leo said, and then grinned. “Well, he’s smart to like you, if he’s anything like me.” You just playfully rolled your eyes.

“We gotta figure out where he came from; I’m sure his parents must be looking for him” you pointed out, starting to look around the kitchen for clues.

As you were both checking behind some boxes, you heard Donnie’s voice from the hall.

“Guys, guys! There was some weird energy spike just now, did you see anything-“ he stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen. The little turtle in your arms turned around to give the purple-clad turtle a quizzical look. Donnie looked at Leo, then at the little one, then at you, and his face seemed to go through all stages of grief before deciding that yes, he indeed should at least try to figure out what was going on and why you had a little turtle in your arms, instead of ‘nope’-ing himself out of the situation.

“Y/n. Why do you hold a turtle child that looks suspiciously familiar” Donnie said in a flat voice.

You both were explaining what happened, when Raph came into the room. He squealed in glee, cooing at the baby, and even carried it off to play while you three tried to make sense of everything. The little turtle didn’t seem intimidated by Raph in the least. Even Mikey joined in on them playing. The little man was having the time of his life.

Back in the kitchen, Leo, Donnie and you sat at the table.

“So you’re saying the portal was yellow, just like the one Mikey used to… get you back?” Donnie asked.

“M-Maybe? I’m not sure” Leo said, holding his head. “It was very quick, I just saw some zappy lights, is all.” You stroked his back in an attempt to comfort him. Thinking back to that night wasn’t easy for anyone.

“Donnie” you started. “Are you suggesting that it’s not where the baby came from but from when?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.” He sighed. “There goes the space-time continuum, again.”

“Well, we have to figure out a way to get it back, right?” you asked. “I mean, his family must be worried sick, and he’s stuck here with us, poor thing.”

“Uhm, excuse you?” Leo said with a smile. “For having just left your timeline, I can’t imagine anything better than being stuck here with us.”

“Right, right” you laughed. “Then I guess we’ll make his stay as enjoyable as possible. Meanwhile Donnie will figure out something, right? He always does.”

You gave him a thumbs-up and took Leo by his hand, guiding him out of the kitchen.

Donnie groaned, but made his way to the lab. Maybe he’d find a way to backtrack where the turtle came from. Getting an idea on where to start, he came back to the living room where all of you were playing, hiding something behind his back.

“Will you hold the child for a second? I need to do something real quick.”

“That sounds awfully suspicious” you said, squinting at Donnie, and standing between him and the kid. “Whatchu got there?” You nodded at his hidden hand.

“I just need to take a quick blood sample, to know where or when he’s from. It’s just a small prick, really.” Donnie showed you what he was holding; it looked like a pen. Since it wasn’t a full on syringe, and it could help the baby, you decided to allow him to pass you.

Getting a cookie from the kitchen, you picked up the little turtle, Donnie making quick work of getting a blood sample. When he felt the prick, the baby squealed and cried, but you managed to calm him down quickly, offering him the cookie, which he gladly took, sniffling.

You and the guys spent the majority of the afternoon just playing with the kid, taking turns to watch it. Even Splinter joined in, as his heart melted at the sight of the little turtle tot, reminding him of his own sons when they were little.

Donnie ran some tests to see if there were any hints on substances present in the blood that could tell him a specific location of the baby’s origin, as well as a couple other tests.

When his computer beeped, signalling a test had successfully finished running, he looked up from his desk to check the result. He pressed a couple buttons on the tech pad on his wrist, taking a sip of his mug while he waited for the text to appear. When he saw it though, he spat his drink all over his work station.

“You can’t be serious right now…” he muttered, checking the results again. Yup, they were unequivocally true.

He stopped and considered for a moment what to do, if it was wise to tell the others or not, but then he just thought ‘Screw it, the timeline is already messed up anyways’, and he called you and Leo over.

Upon hearing your name being called, you left the little turtle on a pile of cushions you had placed on the floor as a makeshift bed for him. He had just fallen asleep. As had Mikey and Raph, who lied not very far on the floor, surrounded by cookie crumbles and empty milk cartons.

Giving the little turtle one last glance over your shoulder, you and Leo made your way to the lab. Donnie was standing leaning back against his desk, both hands before his face, with the fingertips touching.

“So, what’s up?” you asked him, coming to a halt in front of him, Leo next to you.

Donnie didn’t say anything, just looked at you, then at Leo, and sighed. Leo and you shared a confused look.

“There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it as it is.” Donnie paused. “And the problem here isn’t that it’s something hard per se to say, it’s just weird-“

“Just tell us, Donnie” Leo interrupted.

Once again he looked at you both, and it was starting to scare you a bit. What he was about to tell you, was it that bad? Was the little turtle really sick or something?

“I ran some blood tests, comparing it to your samples, and as it turns out: the little turtle in our living room is you two’s biological child.” Donnie said in one go. “Of the future.”

“We have a kid?” Leo asked in disbelief.

“You have my blood samples?” you questioned.

Leo turned to look at you, with a giant smile on his face, his gaze softening. With the look he was giving you, the blood acquired without your consent was quickly forgotten.

“We have a kid!” Leo repeated, picking you up and swirling you around. You squealed in surprise, hanging on for dear life.

As he came to a halt, he just held you, looking at you with the most lovestruck face you had seen him make yet.

Somewhere in your brain you started to question the mechanics of the whole thing though. Were the chromosomes even compatible? Was he actually born or did one of you lay… an egg? Do turtles lay eggs?

You shook your head to get rid of the images in your head, deciding to focus on the fact that Leo was just as ecstatic as you at the thought of having a kid with you. After all, he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life and maybe have a family with. Except that that last “maybe” just transformed into a “definitely”.

Seeing that you weren’t answering, Leo pulled back a bit to look at you.

“I mean, it’s okay if it’s not something you want. It’s just- I’ve been trying to envision this for quite a while now. And having him just there in our living room, it’s surreal-“ Leo was starting to ramble, and you shut him up with a kiss.

“It’s okay, Leo” you held his face, resting your forehead on his. “It is what I want, just… not now. There’s a lot we need to figure out before we can even think about going there.”

“Right… I love you so much, Y/n” he whispered.

“I love you too, Leo” you replied just as quietly. Leo kissed you once more, and pulled back, turning to where Donnie had been.

“So, do you know how to send him back-“ he asked into the empty lab, because Donnie had been long gone.

Seeing that he wasn’t in the room anymore, Leo grabbed your hand and you both went back to the living room. Approaching the turtle tot, you kneeled down on each side and just watched it peacefully snoozing.

You gently stroked over his little cheek, and his tiny hand came to curl around your index finger. He looked so content.

Glancing back up to Leo, you found him fondly looking at the little turtle. You had never seen him make an expression like that, and for some reason, it moved you at your core. You could feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes, and you blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of them.

Just as you were about to ask him what kinda future he had envisioned, there was that zappy sound again.

Looking to your left, a bright yellow light started expanding, and stepping through it came none other than an older version of Mikey. You just sat there, unable to find the words.

Leo must have felt the same, because he opened his mouth but nothing came out. This Mikey looked around for a bit, and sighed in relief when he saw the baby. Silently making his way over as not to wake up your time’s Mikey and Raph, he sneaked to where you were, and picked up the little turtle, careful not to startle him awake.

“Sorry, I swear I looked away for one second and he was gone!” Mikey whispered with a sheepish smile.

“Remind me never to let you babysit our kid again” you softly laughed.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat at ‘our kid’.

“Ah, so you know…” Mikey said. “Well, you were bound to find out at some point anyways.” He tiptoed back to the portal, saluting you both.

“Oh and by the way” he said over his shoulders with a wink. “It’s not just one!” And with that he was gone again, the light disappearing with a zap.

You blushed furiously at his comment, going stiff. You looked at Leo, who had also a bit more colour on his cheeks.

“We should totally start looking up baby names” he finally said after a moment, scooting closer to you and slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Nuh-uh” you responded, nuzzling into his side. “You’re forgetting a step there, dear” you jokingly brought up your left hand to his eye level and wiggled your left ring finger. You felt him tense up slightly at that.

You had only meant to joke, but realising what you just implied, you looked up at him to take it back. Before you could talk however, he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I know. I can’t wait to make you my spouse” he mumbled into your skin.

“So… where’s the child?” Donnie asked, having appeared behind you out of thin air, with a fresh mug of his drink in his hands.

“Back where he belongs” Leo said, giving you a smug grin. You just sat there, avoiding both their eyes, blush going from the tip of your ears to your neck.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #jasontoddisbest #the turtle baby saga

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green-lotus · 2 years ago

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Headcanons for how the bros would react during/after the first fight with their partner? I’m feeling extra angsty today 🫠

I can't write lol

But! I tried

This came out way longer than I expected, and it turned more into a general description of a disagreement, but I felt that giving some context to the situation would make the whole thing more realistic. Hope it'll be alright to the person asking

So sorry if Donnie & Mikey parts are off key or out of character! I don't yet feel nearly as confident writing about those two as I do in Raph's or occasionally Leo's case, but I decided to give it a go anyway

Raphael

• It wasn't literally anything important that started it. Some most minor stuff about cleaning or putting something back on its spot. And it never happened before, Raph held his temper in check around you, he wanted so badly to make a better impression on you then as the aggressive meathead he too often came across as

• But he just forgot himself. He forgot that you're you, and not one of his brothers, you were both so comfortable around each other after more than a year in a solid relationship it sometimes would slip his mind that you're someone special

• And as you both threw shorter and shorter and more pinching remarks at each other, he just lost it and abruptly jumping to you, yelled over your voice, sending the nearest pile of cans flying towards the wall with one movement of his arm... And his hand flew dangerously closed to your face

• But since you were never a meek sort yourself - you pushed him away instantly, at least as much as you were able to, and screamed back at him, even louder

• Silence fell immediately, and you could both almost hear each other's hearts pounding

• You were scared. Just a bit, but even so. Raph the others knew threw tantrums like that constantly, but your Raph? He never did that. You always assumed a day like that will come, but it still wasn't any less unpleasant. You know he would never lay a hand you and all of that was accidental, but even so... Six inches and you may have been slapped

• You were staring him straight in the eyes, lips squeezed together, breathing heavily, furious, but already feeling the tension slipping off your body, a good sign

• Raph? Raph was only getting worse, terrified, his eyes changed immediately after he realised what he just did

• And now he was an image of pure misery. So confused and so ashamed, and with absolutely no idea how to express it

• He moved his lips, but made no sound; you composed yourself, ready to talk normally, but then he broke, shook his head as if trying to apologises, turned from you and ran away like a beaten dog

• You remained on the spot and took care to calm yourself first.

• He wouldn't seek you out first out of shame, and you knew that.

• So when you felt ready, you found him, pouring all his tension and unresolved emotions onto the punching bag as always, and the moment he spotted you he froze.

• You nodded, just to signal him you weren't angry any longer, but didn't say anything more. And after you have him the peaceful space, words came pouring out of his mind.

• "Y/n... I... I... Eeeeh... Baby, i'm so sorry. You know... You know I would never, ever hurt ya, ya know... I..." He looked into your eyes, his own still so uncertain. "You... Believe me, right? Tell me... You believe me, I don't deserve it maybe, but... Please..."

• You smirked and reached to his face, and took his head in your arms, telling him that you believe him and that all couples fight eventually, and your first one was still remarkably short and quickly resolved. As he leaned into you, you could feel his breath slowing down and all the tension releasing from his muscles. He chuckled into your neck

• "Thanks... Hey, but, next time I go off the range like that... Just throw something at me, will ya? Whatever's close to your hand"

• "Like this shit?" You picked the smallest weight you could find from the weight bar, and still could barely hold it up for a moment.

• Raph snorted. "Oh yeah. Will do"

Leonardo

• Congratulations! You found some subject on which you and Leo don't agree on, and neither of you are willing to back down, standing your ground firmly as always

• That's why you're so strongly drawn to each other anyway, and why you feel so right at each other's side...but this was just waiting to happen

• So the discussion kept heating up, until one of you eventually stood up and decided to raise your voice, and the other responded with the same thing, subconsciously refusing to be overruled

• Leo was astounded. You haven't met or got together yesterday, but still, he never before experienced the situation in which you annoyed him so. You were always his equal & partner, and now... He was just so damn pissed going over the same thing over and over again when talking, he never felt so badly out of touch with you, it was terrifying. He could argue with his brothers, but you were something else... What if that's a sign things are not working out between you? What if this wasn't right? What if he was doing something wrong?

• His anger quickly passed, or more likely, turned into confusion, and you couldn't not notice that

• "Leo... Leo, for fuck's sake, talk to me! What is it? What did I say?"

• "It's not..." He wanted to say something, but didn't really know what. "It's not you, it's... It's me. Excuse me" His voice was cold and static, but shy

• He tried to storm off, but you knew him too well by now and knew that him escaping an unresolved situation is never a good sign for anyone involved, so you grabbed his arm and walked over to him

• "No no no no, no, i'm not doing that. Just say what you want, i'm not gonna change my mind, but just say it, would you?"

• Leo took a deep breath.

• Initially, he wanted to just spit out the most trivial, obvious explanation and carry on. He didn't have strength to deal with anyone so steadfastly set in their opiniom

• But then... He realised... It was you, hell, it was you he was talking about, his woman, his beloved person. Why was he acting so stupid on purpose?

• He really didn't want to think about the fact he MIGHT be doing it on purpose

• He lowered his eyes and hunched slightly, letting his guard down

• "Listen, I guess... I just never thought we could really argue. I know it's inevitable in a couple, but you..." He took your hands in his and cradled them for a moment. "You are... So special to me. I didn't WANT to argue. But it still... Happened."

• "Uh - huh"

• "Uhu?! You don't have anything ... Else to say? We were just at each other's throats, it shouldn't have happened"

• "Were we?"

• "It felt like that to me."

• "Yeah. And now we're not. You could say we're past our first official couple fallout. How triumphant is that, sensei?"

• Leo capitutaled and chuckled. This one half - ironic, half - affectionate nickname always got through to him

• "Very. I'm proud of us, love"

• You embraced each other, but even so, he whispered in your ear softly: "you're still such a knucklehead... sometimes, i guess"

• "Yeah, that's fine. Love you too"

Michelangelo

• It took an unhuman amount of patience & extravagance to deal & exist with Mikey on a daily basis. And you were always more than happy to provide that. No one could ever quite keep up with YOU either, so

• But this one time, even your temper ran short.

• You would most often accompany Mikey in every not really reasonable venture he came up with. Going above ground to join a dress - up parade? Strolling through the city roofs in broad daylight and avoiding all sight? Got it, you were never the one to hold him back, and Mikey fell deeper in love with you every single time

• Until this one time.

• He just kept on fooling around, in the least suitable moment. Brothers were stressed, Leo needed peace & quiet after some serious talk with Splinter and Mikey didn't seem to notice that fact at all, and you had a really, really rough day and the last thing you were in the mood for were his wild ideas

• "Mikey, jesus, just shut up for a second, would you? Could you do that?"

• He looked at you, astounded, but not quite catching on the mood of the situation

• "Hey, my baby, what is it? Did those crabs get you down behind my shell? You need some special Michelangelo treatment?"

• If he corrected himself now perhaps you wouldn't have lashed out - but you simply couldn't take it anymore

• "No! Just shut up, Mikey, shut it! I'm tired, i'm sad, i can't deal with you!"

• Mikey stared at you with his blue eyes, utterly confused. He was clueless - what happened to you? You never acted like that in response to him, especially when he was acting out his very best for your smile & laughter

• "What do you mean? Baby doll, what do you want? What's wrong?"

• "Nothing, just... Mikey, i'm tired of you"

• That maybe wasn't the best choice of words, but there was no other right now

• "You're tired of me? How can you say that? You only just got here, i'm trying to cheer you up, i'm doing my best for you, angelcakes!"

• What you said hurt him more than he would have thought

• He had such a perfect partner in you. Always

• You didn't patronise him, didn't treat him like the younger, less serious one, he didn't have to hold back one bit, didn't need to overcompensate for any of his shortcomings with some extra acts, you were 200% on his ride and he would never think you can get tired of his behavior, what the hell happened? Did he do something wrong? Did you grow out of loving his dazzling personality and temper?

• No fucking way, no, it couldn't be

• "Angelcakes! Sugar plum! What's going on?" He grabbed you suddenly, feeling all his insecurities rising in his throat; but since you haven't calmed down just yet, you shook his hands off and stepped away, and that was somehow even worse

• How was he supposed to explain anything and talk and possibly even argue, not having hugged you in the first place, without showing how much he loved you first?

• "What are you doing?!" He shouted. "Don't you like me anymore? I'm trying my best here babygirl, don't do this to me! I love you!"

• A gulp in his throat was getting bigger and bigger

• "Don't you love my anymore?"

• He was overwhelming you. Quite a new sensation

• "Of course I do, Mikey, just... Give ma a second, alright? Give me some time? Leave me alone for a moment? Please?"

• At least she said that.

• Mikey wasn't stupid. He saw reason, he saw now how agitated you were. He should have noticed that sooner... And he wanted with all of his being to cheer you up, make you smile, but still, what you said... It hurt him. He knew he should have acted differently, but that burn inside him wasn't going away

• "Alright!" He exclaimed, raising his arms. "Alright! I get it! You wanna be alone angelcakes, you got it, i'm leaving! It's fine! All good!"

• That were the best words he could find that sounded right in between supportive & accepting and angry & obscene.

• He felt your gaze at his shell as he was backing away. Suddenly he felt like... crying. Why did he have to go through anything unpleasant with his beloved, sweetest dollcake? Why?

• And before he went too far, he collapsed on the stairs and realised he was snuffling and his eyes were wet.

• And despite what just happened between you two, you couldn't look at him like that. More calm now, you went to him and embraced him from behind, and you didn't have to see his face to know how happy he suddenly was

• "Hey, cupcake... I'm sorry, i know what you meant"

• "Yeah... Me too."

Donatello

• "But you don't! You don't know anything about it, you don't even know basic commands, just stop talking, it all sounds idiotic!"

• Right after saying that, Donnie realised... He maybe shouldn't have. Or should have done it more... Carefully.

• He certainly didn't want to insult you. Never. He had do much respect & love for everything you were & everything you said.

• But... You didn't know anything about what you were saying. It was his area of expertise... Wasn't it? He WAS in the right, factually. Was it impolite to point that out? Or to call things what they were?

• Yea... It was. Even without seeing your face... He knew he should have acted IT all out very differently

• A sudden panic took over him. Why, why did he have to say that...

• "Hey, hey, that's not what I meant, i mean... I mean i did mean that, but not like that, it's just i was right and..."

• He was only sinking deeper, words were twisting in his mouth, between stress and desire to make things right

• He gave up on trying to say anything else, and just sat down, desperately thinking what was he supposed to do now

• You stared at him in silence. It wasn't much of an insult what he said, it wasn't even that unpleasant, but just something about the way he said it and the dismissiveness in his voice... It wouldn't let you forget. It worried you, you've never seen your Donnie so... full of himself and so overconfident, he was right, you didn't know much about what you were discussing, but to say it like that?

• As neither of you could really come up with anything clever to explain your standing point, you considered running off, but what would be the point of that? It wouldn't solve anything

• And you knew Donnie thought the same - his gaze lingered at the far corner of the room, but then, it came back to you

• So you decided it would be best to do the same - and even if you weren't feeling quite ready to start the conversation again, you sat on the floor next to your purple turtle, staring into the nearest wall

• And you sat there for quite some time, without a word

• Until finally, you felt Donnie's hand gently slipping onto yours. You turned your head, only to meet his eyes, full of uncertainty

• "Emmm... I'm sorry if I... Hurt you"

• "No, it's not that"

• "Really?" Surprise in his voice almost made you laugh. "Then... What is?"

• "I mean... Donnie, i'm not as knowledgeable as you, not by half, but do you have to say it like that? I'm really trying to catch up to you in every conversation we have..."

• Donnie felt a tender pulse of heat somewhere inside him. "Do you? I mean!..."

• "Yeah."

• "That's..." You glanced at him again, and realised he was smiling. "That's... So wonderful of you"

• You opened your mouth, but Donnie, this time, was quicker

• "Then I promise... No, I promise you anyway, with extra consideration for that fact... That i'll never overlook that again"

• None of you were best at words to choose when dealing with emotions, but you knew each other well enough to know what the other is trying to express. You smirked

• "Fair enough. I promise to never say anything idiotic"

• Abrupt change in his expression was way too amusing. "No no, don't say that, that's exactly the opposite of what i was trying..."

• You placed a small peck on his arm. "I know. It's alright"

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years ago

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Everything Ends: Part 2

Ultimate Masterlist. Part 1.

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NEW YORK - 2022

"Easy does it, Leo." One step.

"You've got this." Another step.

"Concentrate." Another step.

"The whole world is counting on youuuu...toooo break the pizza box stack record!" he beamed out, "One hundred, twenty-five boxes." said boxes began shaking as he kept up his pace.

"You know, they say it couldn't be done. But look who's doing it, moi." Leo bragged, taking everything in his stride, "You know that's Spanish for Leo." Donnie hovered beside him, with his phone in hand and your voice on the other end cheering him on, "Wooooooooh, go Leo!"

"Go ahead, my non-lingual friend, count your unhatched fowl. My record stands until you reach the top, which, according to my calculations of wind speed, biometric pressure and dew point, is highly unlikely."

Your voice rang out from the phone, causing Donnie and Leo to flinch while you screamed, "Goooooooo Leoooooo! You can do it, baby! Yeahhh!" The red-eared slider beamed, his ego was definitely at its height.

"Wha-" Donnie gasped out, flying backwards as Mikey leapt up onto the thick cables, "According to my calculations, as long as you believe in yourself you can do anything!"

Leo stretched his arms out, eyes purely focused on the end goal, "Thanks, little brother. No one believes in himself more than me. Leo! Leo! Leo!" he began chanting, which obviously set you and Mikey off, "Leo! Leo! Leo!" And all that cheering seemingly helped as he made it to the top, smashing Donnie's previous record. You and Mikey went ballistic, well more so Mikey than yourself.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you guys." Raph interrupted your cheering, your voice dimmed down on the phone and you hummed, "Busted~"

Leo ignored your comment and danced along with Mikey, "Oh, hey Raph! Guess who just broke the record?"

"WHAT? YOU DID? How many- I mean, ugh, stop distracting Raph!" he grumbled to himself. However on your end, the atmosphere wasn't as enjoyable, bright lights and sirens were sounding off in the lair; it was Donnie's bad guy alert.

"H-hey guys, Donnie's stalker alarm is going off." you mumbled out, thankfully they listened, unlike last time. Leo started jumping up and down as he prepared himself, throwing some punches out in front of him, "Finally some action, there's this new trick I've been wanting to try out." he grinned, raising his katana in the air.

"There's been a robbery at the museum and the vehicle is heading towards tenth street." you informed them, Leo thanked you and ended the call.

"Aha, a 317.9-39.4!" Donnie gasped, pointing his finger up in the air matter-of-factly. The others just stared in confusion, "Oh come on! Has nobody read Donnie's Big Book of Bad Guy Codes?"

LAIR - NEW YORK - 2022

This was going to be a long night, you'd just sent the boys off onto their next bad guy mission and April was investigating something at her university. You weren't exactly sure what though, she only left a vague note, something about discovering the truths of her university; A+ for effort you suppose.

So that just left you and Splinter. Together. Alone.

Ugh, you wanted to claw your eyes out, it's not that you hated Splinter in any sense of the word, he was just..a lot to handle. You had been sitting in Leo's room, messing with some things idly while you cheered him on from the sidelines. Honestly, you were amazed Donnie was able to find a hideout like this one, but you suppose the market for secret underground lairs is very niche.

Lightbulb!

Of course, it was so simple, even those two crab guys could have thought of it! Explore the lair! Nothing is cooler than exploring abandoned tunnels and sketchy holes. With your phone's flashlight armed in your hand, you left the comfort of Leo's railway cart and headed out on your own. You could faintly hear the idle chit-chat of Splinter's soaps in the background, man, did that guy sure love T.V.

After exploring for an ungodly amount of time, you entered what appeared to be a dojo, "I didn't know you guys had a dojo here?" you muttered under your breath. The room was encased in darkness, a lone flower growing in the centre of the room through the cracked cobbled stones. You waltzed up to the paintings hanging on the wall, they looked very traditional, possibly something Splinter had stashed away somewhere.

But what truly brought a smile to your face laid on a shelf at the back of the room, littered amongst the burnt-out candles and essence sticks was a framed photo. The picture was a little ripped and the photo frame had seen better days, but the image brought great joy to you.

It was a group photo, taken the day after their famous Shredder fight. You were all a little batted and bruised, but you held large smiles and everyone was holding someone. It made it even more memorial when you recall a certain red-eared slider asking you for dinner moments after, maybe that's why he looked so nervous in the photo.

But what piqued your interest tenfold was the photo behind the photo, "What?" you huffed out. You tugged on the ends of the paper, unlike the group shot, this wasn't in a frame. Slowly bringing it out into the light of your phone, you could faintly make out the face of a young boy.

Suddenly the candles that plagued the dojo lit, the flames dancing on the wick as the room emitted a faint orange glow. Alarmed, you took a step back, basking in the way the fire bathed over you. Stood solemnly by the dojo's entrance was Splinter, he didn't say anything he only stared. To say you were terrified was an understatement, he slowly walked up to where you once stood. Using the stepping-stool gifted to him by his sons, he held the framed photo in his hand with a fond smile on his face.

"I see you like looking at pictures, hm?" he hummed wistfully. You gently nodded your head, stumbling to turn your phone's flashlight off, "I-I didn't mean to intrude-"

"Nonsense, (Y/N)! You are family, you are always welcomed." you think you just felt your heart cry a little at his declaration. Splinter hopped off the little ladder and went behind a curtain right to the shelf, his robe long enough that he gave the illusion of gliding.

He emerged only seconds later with a brown shoe box, he held it carefully in his arms as he shifted the lid open. The box was full of family photos, some taken on polaroids and others taken on film, it was a hodgepodge of technology in one box. His nimble fingers combed through the photos, pulling one out at a time.

He'd show you the photo with a smile and cackle as he shared the memory behind it, but one photo caught you off guard in particular. Shoving aside the baby photos, that you definitely had to go back to later, you plucked the still image and gawked. Between your fingers was a photo of you and Leo, your bodies illuminated by the pale full moon behind you.

You remember this night vaguely, April was throwing a party for an end-of-school celebration. She held it on the rooftop of her apartment, you remember spending most of the afternoon decorating it with fairy lights and vales attached to wooden fences. It was such a tranquil night and it only amplified when Leo took your hand and brought you away from the loud music and cheering.

"(Y/N), I know we've only been together for a few months, but-" he swallowed down the lump in his throat, he looked back into your eyes; they sparkled in the light. He grinned and squeezed your hands in his, "I love you."

Apparently, someone had captured the moment with you both unaware, but god did it make for such a beautiful picture. Splinter had caught you staring at said image for a while, a proud smile on his face. He coughed a little to gain your attention, "You and Blue, you make- you make a very good pair. I'm happy he found someone, someone who not only cares deeply for their partner but for the family that came along with them."

You teared up at that, not quite being able to hold it in anymore. Letting the picture slip from your fingers, you leapt at Splinter and embraced him, "Thank you, Splinter." He rested a hand against your back, small tears filling his own eyes, "Please, call me dad."

"GUYS! HELLO! ANYONE! SPLINTS!" April's yell disturbed the sombre moment between you both. Pulling away, you jumped to your feet and rushed to the living room where April stood. She was tapping her foot against the ground, impatient. One hand was braced against her hip, while the other combed down her face, "Finally!" she huffed when your figure came into view.

"April, whatever is the matter?" Splinter questioned, perhaps his sons were in trouble? Or maybe the Shredder had returned? Or maybe-

April tugged the unconscious boy from behind her back, it's weird how you didn't see him until now. He flopped onto the ground, face-planting into the concrete; you cringed at the sound. Looking from him then to April, you pointed your finger at the limp, but breathing, body, "Did you drag him through town?"

April swatted away your joke, her lips were pulled down with worry, "H-he showed up at the university, called me commander I think?"

"Commander?" Splinter gawked, April shook her head, "It was like he knew me or something, where are the guys?" You pulled out your phone, skimming your finger across the screen until you got to Leo's name, it rang for a while.

But he did eventually pick up, "Yellllooow?"

"Leo, you and the guys need to get back to the lair pronto. There's, uh, something we need to show you."

"Okie doki loki, on our way!"

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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Can you make a oneshot of Rottmnt, where Splinter shows the Male Reader baby photos of the boys, and how all the turtles will react, please?

A/n:hey welcome back shadow. Thank you for requesting

April Is pink splinter is slanted and Cassandra is bold

Summary:splinter shows you the turtles baby pictures

Type:one shot:turtles + splinter & male reader

Version:rise

You were just at the lair one day pretty early, that's because you decided to spend the night which was fun bit sleeping arguments were tuff. But you ended up sleeping in the bottom 'bunk' below donnie, he had to make it into a bed though, it was awkward. It was the moment we're you just stand there while he's doing the bed reminds you of the time your mom was yelling at you because your bed was an absolute mess, then she angrily fixed it. Thats what it felt like but Donnie was angrily doing the bed. Or yelled at you before he did the bed. So your standing in the kitchen, just making you some toast for breakfast. And it was surprisingly a great sleep you thought Donnie would snore like your dad but he didn't. So while making breakfast splinter came up to you.

"Good morning y/n, what are you making"

You looked down at splinter and smiled always glad to see splinter, he was like another dad to you.

"Good morning and I'm making toast"

You turned back just as the toaster went off.

"How'd you sleep under purple, he didn't give you any trouble did he?"

You chuckled.

"No, I thought he'd snore though but he didn't. He was just on his phone or computer most of the time I was awake."

Splinter hummed.

"Would you like to see their baby photos"

"Oh absolutely"

As soon as your brain processed what he said it was an instant yes. He took you to the living room were you snd him sat on the cough. And just as you did April walked in.

"Oh hey guys which you doing?"

You looked up at her with a big smile.

"Well we are about to look through the turtles baby pictures, wanna join"

April stood there for a second before her smile grew even more .

"Of course but let me ask Cassandra if she also wants to join so don't start looking through it yet"

April called Cassandra and asked her if she wanted to see the turtles baby photos and you snd splinter just looked at eachother knowing what's about to happen.

"She's on her way"

Not even 5 minutes later Cassandra is in front of you April and splinter.

"I hope I didn't miss anything"

"Nope just have a seat"

You watched her take a seat behind splinter because there was room. And you four looked through the baby photos and you were sure you woke the turtles up. When they all walked in obviously tired. And they all seen you four sitting there like the scene from despicable me, were grus mom showed the girls his baby photos. So they were confused.

"Why are you guys so loud"

"What you you four looking at"

The twins say at the same time, but Donnie a bit more suspicious then leo. And you could hear it in his voice. Raph was practically felling asleep were he stood, and mikey was laying on you asleep. You were just right there and didn't seem to mind.

"Oh just your guys baby photos"

All of them froze and mikey slowly sat up from your lap. They all had the same looked on their face. They were tired but scared so they had a sleepy scared look. You laughed at that as Cassandra and April looked at certain photos.

"Aw Donnie, you and glasses why didn't you tell me"

"Mikey you had braces?"

Mikey just slowly layed back down on your lap not wanting to answer that. And donnie just stood there hoping this was all a dream. In the end they all hoped you three would forget what you seen and never bring it up.

A/n:that was alot longer than I expected. Whoops. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x male reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt splinter #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #rottmnt cassandra jones

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chiliiscereal · 3 years ago

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Chosen last: part two

Rottmnt x reader

Summary: reader worries that their new friends are becoming exactly like their old ones, unaware that they’re ditching them to prepare a surprise

Platonic, of course!

Part one: https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last

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“I’m SOOOoO gonna beat you, Mikey!” You gloated, smashing your fingers over the remote buttons and narrowing your eyes at the tv.

“Ha! In your dreams, baby!” He responded gleefully. He leaned forward and concentrated harder than you’d ever seen him.

It was your annual video game competition. Once a month you and the turtles (and April of course) have one day dedicated to seeing who was the video game champ.

Mikey won last month, Donnie won the month before, Leo won the three months before that, and Raph came close but April defeated him.

You were absolutely determined to win this month.

Surprisingly, Leo was on the couch behind you and rooting for you.

“Go y/n! You got this!” He shouted when your video game car passed Mikeys. He even jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn.

“Why are you rooting for y/n??” Mikey accused lividly. “I’m your brother!!”

“Y/n hasn’t won a single competition! Besides, you won last month!” Leo smirked, sitting back down. “It’s hilarious to see you this worked up.”

“Oh you and Dr. Delicate touch are gonna have a looooong talk later.” You snorted.

“Hell yeah he is!” Mikey growled.

Before you could say anything else, Raph entered the room.

“Hey, guys, sorry to cut things short but... Dad needs us to clean!” He blurted out quickly. “Sorry y/n but you should probably go.”

You waved him off, shutting the tv off. “Oh, I can stay and help!”

“No! I mean, it’ll just be boring trust me.” He intervened and took the remote from you hurriedly. He even grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor. “You don’t want to help clean! It’s fine!”

“Hold on, we have to clean?” Leo groaned. “We cleaned last month!”

“Yeah, why aren’t we fighting Splinter on this?” Mikey stood in Raphs way when he tried to push you out of the room.

You wriggled out of the red masked turtles grasp. “Come on! Don’t you want someone to help you debate this with Splinter!”

You were on the rats good side ever since you bought him the exclusive Lou Jitsu movie box. All the turtles knew this.

Why didn’t they want you on their side?

A small part of you whispered past insecurities but you brushed it away.

Raph sighed, clearly nervous. “Guys we gotta do... the thing. We gotta clean the thing!” He looked at them as if searching for help.

“What thing?” Leo narrowed his eyes.

“The THING. You know?” Raph cleared his throat. “You don’t want to know, y/n. It’s super gross.”

You placed your hands on your hips, suspicious.

“You know... the thing April mentioned a while ago?” Raph tried again, making some loose gestures that you couldn’t really understand.

Somehow, though, Mikey and Leo caught on.

“Ohhhh, the thing!” Mikey exclaimed and immediately began clearing away the snack mess that had been left from the video games.

Leo joined him. “Yeah! Dude, you don’t wanna be here to clean the thing.” He shoveled as much garbage in his arms as he could. “You can just head for the door and come back later! You know, when we don’t have to clean?”

Hesitantly, you grabbed your bag. “Okay..?”

What was this thing they had to clean?

Did they really think it would gross you out?

And why did it take them so long to catch on?

Whatever. It was probably more shenanigans. It didn’t mean anything.

“Alright then,” you stepped away from them slowly, “I’ll just head out.”

The turtles stood in their spots stiffly and waved goodbye.

You rounded the corner to walk over to the ladder, unsure of what to think.

They didn’t normally act like this...

But maybe Splinter just really wanted them to clean?

But why weren’t you allowed to know what the Thing was?

And April apparently already knew about it...

Maybe it was just that you were still relatively new to the friend group.

Yeah, that made sense.

Before you could touch the ladder you heard voices.

Two voices.

Coming from Donnie’s lab.

Well, might as well go say goodbye to Donnie right?

You shouldered you’re bag and headed over, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall so he’d know you were there.

He and April were both sitting together looking at a computer.

You didn’t even know April was there! Well, she might get kicked out for cleaning day to. Maybe you could both do something together!

The duo looked up, panicked, and Donnie quickly shut the computer off. “Ah! Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!”

You frowned, a little hurt. “Today was the video game competition? I was here just like the last... five months?”

April gave you a too wide grin and shut the laptop. “Well! What... uh... what brings you to the lab?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Raph and the others kicked me out cause they need to clean a Thing? They said it was really gross, and I came in to say bye to Donnie and maybe see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something?”

April turned to Donnie, wide eyed. “Well... I... I can’t exactly... I have a...”

“She has to help clean the Thing as well!” Donnie filled in for her.

Now you were really confused. “But... Raph said it was too gross for anyone other than family.”

“It’s fine!” April waved you off. “But let’s get ice cream later! Okay?”

You gave them a small wave and turned around. “Yeah... okay.”

———-

That Saturday you found yourself walking down the street with one of your old friends.

She wanted to get frozen yogurt and had a coupon for a “buy one get one free”.

Normally you’d have said no. But the turtles AND April denied you every time you asked if you could hang out!

So you said yes.

Just like old times.

“I’m SO sure Jake likes me.” She grinned to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Hope you don’t mind but he’s gonna be at the frozen yogurt shop with us!”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I thought it’d just be you and me.”

“It’s fine!” She waved you off. “He’s nice! He’s not like the last guy... uh... what’s his name?”

“The guy who told me I was a prude or the guy who told me I looked better with makeup?” You couldn’t help but spit out bitterly.

“The first one.” She eyed you strangely. “And what’s with you today? You’re more pessimistic than usual.”

“That one was Brian. And I’m fine.”

She turned back to her phone, the two of you weaving through the new York crowd.

You’d rather be with the...

The turtles?

You stopped, hearing familiar voices coming from the alley.

“How could you forget!”

“You think I just meant to?!”

“Maybe!”

“Guys, shut up, it’s not a big deal, okay? There’s still time to figure this out.”

“Easy for you to say! You’re just gonna make up another lame excuse and leave!”

“I will not!”

“Can’t we just wait for April in peace?”

“No, because RAPH forgot about-!”

You cleared your throat and entered the alley.

The boys were huddled together, arguing. Quickly they jumped apart and tried their best to act normal.

“Heyyyyy, y/n!” Leo gave you awkward finger guns. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Mikey looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You were suddenly less excited to see them. “Hey’ didn’t expect to see you guys either!” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “What’re you... what’re you doing here? I thought you were too busy to hang out?”

“We are!” Donnie nodded. “Very busy.”

“Yeah and dad grounded us from hanging out with people so-.” Raph added, only for his plan to fall through when April showed up from behind them.

“Guys! I got the-!” She stopped, spotting you. Whatever was in her hands she hid it purposely behind her back so you couldn’t see it. “Y/n!”

You fixed them with a small glare. “Too busy to hang out?”

You didn’t want to sound clingy or desperate, but now it just felt like they were going out of their way to avoid you.

“Well, you know, April doesn’t count! She’s practically family!” Raph chuckled.

That was enough for you to make a decision.

“Well, I’m kind of with a friend right now! I’ll... I’ll just talk to you guys later.”

You backed out of the alley, surprised to find yourself looking forward to meeting the new boy your friend was chasing instead of seeing whatever goofiness the turtles were up to.

You’d survived without them before.

Surely you could survive until whatever this was passed.

———-

“Hey girl your birthday’s coming up!” Your friend mentioned at the lunch table the next day. “I’m Definetely taking you bowling! We’ll bring all the girls, maybe even Jake!”

You didn’t even like bowling.

You didn’t even like Jake!

He was just like all the other boys she’d dated.

But it was better than just sitting at home and waiting for the boys to explain their recent behavior.

“That sounds great.” You muttered, stirring your salad half heartedly. “Can’t wait.”

You went back to sitting with your old group since this whole thing started.

You didn’t have anyone else to sit with! April would disappear during her lunch hour and say she just was going out to get lunch, but she never did that! Ever!

A part of you believed that maybe they finally realized you weren’t worth being friends with.

Maybe you were always meant to be the hermit.

“You excited?” One of your friends asked. “I am! I’m gonna invite Jaxon to go with me and I’ll get dressed up-!”

You tuned them out immediately.

What was the point.

They were talking about it like it was their party.

Not yours.

Just like every other year.

———-

Another day went by.

You found yourself with those same girls again.

They were planning the ‘bowling birthday party’ and coordinating rides. But, of course, there was no room for you to carpool with them.

“Hey, y/n!” April shouted across the lunch room.

You debated about ignoring her, and then debated about just getting it over with.

Ignoring her seemed easier.

“O’Neil, what do you want.” One of your friends asked almost boredly.

Crap, April was right behind you.

“I just wanted to talk to y/n!”

You didn’t bother turning around.

“I know you heard me. Why aren’t you sitting at our table?”

You clenched you’re fists under the table. “You haven’t been here, April. Besides I have other friends.” You finally turned to face her.

She narrowed her eyes.

But, not from anger.

“Well... I’m back now!” She grinned, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Also, Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to have ice cream with the guys later tonight?”

One of your friends burst out laughing before you could even answer. “This Mikey guy is real?”

Another one snorted. “Who’d have known?”

You tried to laugh it off.

You really did.

But that proved harder than you thought.

April placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘who’d have known’?”

“You know what y/n’s like!” The friend beside you waved her off. “She hardly talks to anyone! He’d probably think she’s boring.” She turned to you. “Right?” She elbowed your side when you said nothing, as if she were joking with you.

You straitened your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah... right.”

“So, when we go bowling for your birthday, do you think Jake will like my blue dress or my-?”

April slammed her hands on the table. “Hold on, you think this is all some game?”

Your friend shrugged. “We’re just playing with her! She knows it’s a joke!”

“Was it? Cause I couldn’t tell!” April huffed.

“April, drop it.” You mumbled. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” She nearly yelled. “You guys haven’t been a good friend to her at all! You forgot her birthday present last year and you make her walk everywhere-!”

You stood up from your seat. “I said stop, okay?”

Surprisingly, she did.

“It’s fine. Just leave it alone.” You walked over to the trash can and dumped in your long forgotten food.

She frowned. “Fine, if you don’t want me to do this, I won’t.” She walked next to you, casting a look over her shoulder at your table. “Even though I’m right.”

You said nothing.

What could you say?

“Hey, I... I gotta go talk to the guys.” April bit her lip and glanced at the door. “Can you possibly come to the lair? Tonight? Around... five?”

You set your tray back in the pile with all the other dirty ones. “Yeah, I can try.”

“Great thanks!”

April was out of there faster than you could say ‘hot soup’.

————

Wouldn’t you know it, five o’clock rolled around.

You didn’t want to go.

You really didn’t.

Well, you did, but you honestly thought this was going to be them ditching you.

All the signs were there.

Instead of over thinking you decided to just go. Don’t even think about it.

You arrived at the lair quietly, taking your time stepping down the ladder.

All the lights in the kitchen were off.

All the lights in their skating room was off.

By now, it just felt like this was one big joke. Did you misinterpret April? Did the guys even know you were down here? Ugh what if they were doing this just to laugh at you?

Finally, you got to their living room.

You clicked the light on.

“SURPRISE!!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the four boys, one girl, and one rat dad jumped out.

Confetti?

Cake?

Even a happy birthday banner?

Decorations with your favorite colors?

Your favorite movie ready and waiting to be played in the tv?

“Ha! Look! Y/n’s speechless!” Leo chortled.

“Happy early birthday, dear friend!” Donnie waved to showcase the room. “April told us your friends were having a bowling party on the actual day, and that you probably needed a little something fun, so here we are!”

“We got all your favorite things, facts checked by the master!” Raph patted April’s back.

“We even got your favorite video game from the store!” Mikey bounced over to the tv and picked up the disc case.

“We have cake, baked by me, and your favorite sodas!” Splinter gave you a toothy rat grin.

“And as for the gifts,” Raph chuckled guiltily, “you kind of caught us trying to get them at the store! April told us it was coming up but we forgot and had to rush to get things ready.”

You...

You honestly didn’t know what to say...

You didn’t have any words!

No one had ever done this for you before.

No one.

Not even the friends that you’d known for years.

A small tear slipped out against your will as you brought your hands to cover your mouth.

“Hey, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to be happy!” Leo dropped his party hat and rushed over, brothers behind him.

You wrapped them up in the biggest hug you could give them. “Thank you so so so much! I... no one has ever done anything like this for me!”

The family gladly returned the gesture.

“Ah, so they’re happy tears. Excellent.” Donnie nodded to himself. “You are happy with this, right?”

You released them and stepped back. “Definitely happy tears.”

April draped her arm over your shoulder. “Well then, what are you waiting for! Let’s get started!!”

That night was probably one of the best nights of your life.

For once, you weren’t chosen last.

You weren’t the extra.

You weren’t the plus one.

You weren’t taken for granted.

Let me know if you have any ideas for a part three! Possibly one where the turtles find out about the readers friends? 😏

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 4 years ago

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Hiiiii!! Hope you’re doing well! :)))

How would the boys comfort their S/O who’s having an anxiety or panic attack?

Awww They are all going to be precious.

I have had panic attacks before, one while driving- it is not fun. I’m very soft in my actions, and I had just entered the southern part of NY State, whose drivers are notorious for being reckless.

Warnings: Triggers. Panic Attacks. Anxiety Attacks.

Incarnation: Bayverse

Extra Info: The panic/anxiety attack [reader] goes through is based on my experiences with panic attacks.

Leo: (Panic attack. Based on experience)

He was nervous for you, especially when you just hung up the phone mid-conversation

He thought he said something wrong

But then he thought worst-case scenario

He thought you had been attacked by an intruder or something

So, he rushed to your apartment, not bothering to tell his brothers where he was going

When he got to your apartment, you were getting attacked, just…

Not by an intruder

You’re in your bedroom, sitting on the floor next to the door

You were holding a stuffed animal to your chest

You were sobbing loudly

You felt so helpless

Like you had lost control

Like you were detached from yourself

It was a familiar yet unwanted feeling

Leo doesn’t know what to do at first

He approaches you slowly, and only when he puts a hand on your shoulder do you realize he’s even there

You nearly scream, but only a sob leaves your throat

You hide your face in your stuffed animal, your arms wrapping around it tighter than humanly possible

He sits next to you and keeps a hand on your shoulder

You collapse into him, leaning your head into his plastron

He is frozen for a moment before he hesitantly wraps his arms around you

He rubs his hands up and down your shoulder and starts whispering words of comfort into your hair

You soon fall asleep, feeling safe with him so close to you

Raph: (Anxiety attack)

You and he were watching a movie

“Honey Boy,” Directed by Alma Har’el

You had told him you didn’t feel comfortable watching it, but he insisted you’ll be fine

And you believed it. You thought the memories were now too deep to resurface…

But you were wrong

You watched as James was getting lost in his drinking

You watched James, starting to feel restless

You watched James, in his alcoholic state, start abusing young Otis

Over and over

Distress and apprehension filled you

Mikey was in the kitchen and he dropped a plate, shattering it, but you couldn’t tell it was Mikey

You thought…

You screamed, covering your head

Raph watched you in amusement for a moment

But when you didn’t stop screaming was when he got scared for you

He paused the movie

He put a hand on your back, but you threw it aside

When you looked at him, he saw you had a dazed look in your eyes that did not cover the fear you felt

He watched you tremble as sweat started to bud on your face. He watched you grab your own throat like you couldn’t breathe, and then your heart. He heard your breath become short and scattered.

All of this he saw the moment you looked into your eyes

You had thought it was your own father, angry and drunk- just like James. The shattering plate made it worse.

Your head pounded so much you thought everyone in New York could hear it

Until it stopped. Until you stopped.

Raph caught you before you fell off the couch, and he saw you were no longer conscious

He brought you to Donnie and explained what happened, unsure of what that was

Donnie put the pieces together

“They had a trauma-induced anxiety attack…”

Raph hated himself for this. He knew it was his fault he made you relive that trauma

And yet he insisted you watch the movie…

He never left your side as you remained unconscious in Donnie’s lab. He held your hand but made sure his touch was as gentle as possible

When you woke up, fear still remained in your expression

He didn’t let go of your hand

You looked at him, you saw the guilt in his expression, but also the comfort it brought. You scooched over on the lab chair, pulling his hand with yours

He looked at you, confused and afraid he’d hurt you.

“Sit with me… Please…”

And he does. Hesitantly.

He slowly wraps an arm around your shoulders.

You put your head against his plastron and fell into a dreamless sleep, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Already, you felt much safer

Donnie: (Panic attack. Based on experience)

You and he were hanging out in the dojo of the Lair

You were watching him do some katas and testing new gadgets he had added to his Bo

He often tapped the top of your head with his Bo, which always brought out a soft chuckle from you

Now, he’s just explaining to you all of the most recent gadgets he’s added

He’s talking so fast

It makes your heart race and your head get foggy

You’re afraid you’re going to lose control of yourself

So, instead, you detach yourself from reality

He immediately notices the moment you look disconnected

It looks like your zoned out, which he finds odd

He kneels in front of you

That is when he notices sweat beading from your forehead and your neck

He notices your hands are subconsciously shaking

He notices your breath is becoming short

Your leg starts trembling subconsciously

Your blood is pounding through your veins

Your brain feels like it’s rattling in your skull like a maraca

You don’t see Donnie start to lose himself right in front of you

He asks himself: “What did I do to push them into a panic attack?”

He picks you up and brings you to his lab

He puts you on his lab chair.

He immediately gets a cool, dampened towel to put on your forehead

He also grabbed a water bottle for when you “come back”

He sits in his skateboard lab chair and patiently waits, adjusting the towel from time to time

After a few minutes, you seem to enter yourself back into reality

And you burst into tears

Donnie is quick to hold you to his plastron, whispering comforting words into your hair

He speaks slowly, which is calming to you

After a while, your cries turn into hiccups and your breathing returns to normal.

You lean away from him, rubbing the tears away from your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have no need to be sorry, Y/N. Do you know what caused this attack?”

You look at him- he is handling much better than anyone else in your life has

“I- um… You… You were talking so fast… I couldn’t follow… I’m sorry…”

You hung your head

He gave you the water bottle and you hesitantly took it. You drank slowly, but a lot

“Hug me?” you ask, your voice small

He lifts you off of the chair and into his lap

“I’ll never deny that.”

Mikey: (Panic & Anxiety attack. Based on experience)

You and he are playing an online game on your laptop

Suddenly, the game crashes and your hands immediately start shaking

Mikey notices and pulls you to his plastron, but you push him away

You can’t stand the feeling of having anything more touching you

You’re overstimulated

Your breathing becomes shallow

You start curling in on yourself, turning into a ball on the couch

Mikey watches you, unsure of what to do

He slowly gets off of the couch, then rushes to Donnie

As the two of them come back to the living room, Mikey has explained what happened and you’re still curled in a ball

But now you’re making the sound of sobs, but not actually crying

“They’re having both a panic attack and an anxiety attack…” Donnie whispers

Mikey needs that explained to him

So, Donnie walks him through how to help you

“Hey, Y/N. I’m right here. Don’t worry, angelcakes. The game will reload again if you want to play. If not, that’s okay. I can get you some pizza, and we can watch those cute cat videos that we really like. Shh, Angel…”

Soon, you become quiet and your eyes are no longer squeezed shut- they’re open and looking into Mikey’s baby blue ones

You reach out for Mikey, and he hesitantly puts his hand into yours You pull him to you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, Angel. I’m here to help you. I promise.”

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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Bay/rise 46!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sprinklestheditty @sententiously-sarcastic

Content warning! Mentions of death and suicide

Shredder was fighting with everything he had to free himself. He thrashed around, spinning as much as the tight containment would allow. If anything, he looked like a housecat in a carrier on its way to the vet. The families from both worlds gathered around the containment, much to Shredder’s furious frustration as he tried to slash himself free, but the containment held firm.

“Release me at once!” He snarled, pressing his muzzle to the clear door that didn't quite look to be glass; it had a more pinkish tint, like everything else in this place did.

Mikey and Raph looked at each other, and then looked at Shredder. “NAW!”

“April!” Leo ran to O’neil’s side as she finally removed her disguise, then looked beside her with a more confused look when he saw Casey. “Casey? How are you here— how are you breathing?”

O’neil opened her mouth to show what looked like gum on her tongue. “The other Donnie made these.”

All eyes fell wide on Donatello.

“What? I had a few hours while Leo was coming up with a plan.” Donnie shrugged, “They’re just prototypes. You can keep the rest if you want— I got a dozen more of the things.”

“But how did you—?”

“It’s easy! You mentioned that they shouldn’t be able to breath in here and i figured it was because of the weird properties of the air, but clearly we could breathe here, and so could my April so I took swabs of all of our mouths and then I took a swab of their mouths, compared the differences, and isolated the isotopic signatures that they didn't have and applied that knowledge into creating a gelatin-based supplement, and I gave their bodies a few hours to process the change, and then tested it by putting them near Leo’s rift where the atmosphere’s of both places merged and they were doing just fine so I deduced that my genius worked and we followed through with the plan. Any questions?”

“Several.” Mikey raised his hand.

“Write em down when we get home and I’ll answer them then.”

“Hey— you ain’t got yo uh… shell thing on.” Raph commented when he came behind Donatello.

“Yes— it didn't work with the plan. I needed to make him think I was Leo. Colored lenses, man I tell ya, they’ll change the world! My battle shell’s back home so I’d really like to get back there like ASAP because I am feeling highly anxious right now.”

“For a second there I didn't even think your plan would work.” Leo laughed weakly and shook his head, “Good idea using Draxum!”

Leonardo didn't answer.

“Leo? Donatello asked.

Leonardo walked closer to the containment cell and placed his hand on it, staring in at the tortured figure of his brother. The creature was Shredder in both mind and body, no doubt about that. The armor, the metal ribs, those sickle claws were all Shredder! But the plastron, and those baby blues eyes belonged to Raphael and to see them on someone else— something else— made Leonardo incredibly sad. He wondered if Raphael could still hear him…? Maybe not. But Shredder certainly could, right?

“Can you hear me?” Leonardo whispered to the tank; his eyes locked onto the blue ones just beyond the barrier.

Shredder gave a low rumble and lowered his head to meet Leonardo’s gaze.

“You can, can’t you? I know your name…”

“I am the Shredder…” Shredder rasped quietly.

“No you’re aren’t. The armor is Shredder. I don’t know if you’re him anymore since you swallowed my brother, but you used to be Oroku Saki.”

Shredder visibly flinched at the name, snarling and pulling his head back into his armor as far as it could go. “Don’t say that name…”

“Why? It is your name, isn’t it?” Leonardo asked, “I know it because Draxum told me. He was just a kid back then, but he knows the stories. The stories of the great and noble Oroku saki.”

“What is he doing?” Leo almost snarled, but Draxum held out a hand for silence.

Draxum watched with the utmost curiosity, his eyes shimmering like rubies as he observed Shredder's reaction to every word being said.

“You led the Foot Clan over five hundred years ago, right? Your clan lived in peace, and you learned from the kappa. They taught you ninjitsu and you brought it back to your Clan, didn't you…?”

Shredder gave the lowest grunt. “I remember. I met them when I was young boy playing by the river. I gave them an offering of cucumbers, and as a thanks they gave me my first lesson.”

“I knew you remembered.” Leonardo said, his heart sparking at the implications of what it could mean, “I knew it! Your clan was so… honorable until a great evil came to your land, and you couldn’t fight it off. Do you remember what the evil was…?”

Shredder gave an evil roar and tried to charge the door, though he couldn’t get much of a running start to do any damage. Leonardo held his hands up in peaceful surrender.

“Don’t wanna talk about it! Completely understand!”

Shredder settled back down quickly.

“You must be in so much pain.” Leonardo shook his head slowly as he touched the glass. “Saki… all you wanted to do was protect your clan, and now you’ve had to fight this dark armor for… for years. You… you’re so tired and— and you can’t fight anymore and that's okay! You’ve been fighting for five hundred years…”

Shredder brought the nose of his armor to touch where Leonardo’s hand was, his eyes still watching Leonardo in a quiet observance.

“You don’t have to fight anymore— at least not alone! But Raph… if you can hear me, I need you to fight harder than you ever have. Please… if you d… don’t… then I’ll have to destroy you and I don’t think I can…”

Leonardo rested his head against the door, the coldness of the chamber like sweet relief from the heat of his body.

“I know it's still you in there. I can see your eyes! And I need you to fight this, because if you don't then you’ll destroy me because I can’t destroy you. And then Mikey and Donnie, our baby brothers… they’re gonna have to watch both of us die. Heh…” Leonardo laughed weakly as he wiped his eyes, a wavering smile trying to take hold of his face. “You hear what I said? Baby brothers. Donnie’s older than me, I know, but… it just felt right. Silly Leo huh?”

Shredder didn't answer.

“And not just them. Our father… our sister… our new friends. They’re gonna have to watch it happen. They’re gonna have to watch us die… so I need you to fight this. Please.”

Shredder stared, his eyes like icicles piercing through Leonardo like knives. Still he said nothing. He didn't move, hardly breathed. He just stared.

“Raph…” Michelangelo’s weak voice rasped suddenly, and Shredder snapped his attention to look at the approaching box turtle. Michelangelo was fiddling with his hands in front of him, his head low and eyes wide and sad. “Hi. It’s Mikey. Can you hear me?” He touched the door just as Leonardo was. “I really really want you back. I miss you.”

Shredder stared intently at Michelangelo. Michelangelo looked to Leonardo with a soft whimper, but Leonardo waved him on gently.

“D… do you remember when we ordered that Lou Jitsu video game and… and I really wanted to pick it up all on my own? You were so scared that I would get hurt, because I’m… little and stuff. I’m your baby brother! But even though you were scared, you still eventually let me go? And… when I did get in trouble like you said I would, you didn't yell or shout at me or anything. You just… gave me a hug and helped me! You didn't try to say you told me so even though you did tell me so. Do you remember that?”

Shredder gave a low rumble.

“Raph…” Donatello’s voice came this time, just as straightforward as ever but with a new, gentler tone to it if that were possible. “Do you uh… remember Mrs.Cuddles?”

Shredder gave a sharp growl and pulled back.

“Take that as a yes.” Donatello cleared his throat, “You know how it was my dumb idea for April to bring the doll over in the first place? Just to scare you like a jerk of a little brother?”

Shredder leaned closer once more.

“You… forgave all of us for it… even though it was our fault that the thing nearly killed our family and all of New York? That was pretty cool of you.”

“Red Rover?” This time it was April’s turn to approach, “You’ve always been a good big brother! I remember back when y'all were still eating dumpster scraps and I’d bring y'all snacks any time I could swing it with my parents. And every time, no matter how many snacks I brought, I never seen you eat one cause you were always too concerned with making sure your brothers got something that wasn’t gutter trash.”

Draxum stepped up. “When Michelangelo er… was helping me to change my ways… you hated me. Absolutely despised me, for good reason. I had done terrible things up until that point. Yet… when your brother orange begged you to give me a chance, you did. You didn't trust me, but you trusted him, and you gave me a chance. I thank you now…”

“And when Draxum threw me off a building and I could’ve gotten really hurt you… you dove right down after me. No hesitation, no panic. Just straight down after me and… and you caught me. I was being so obnoxious that day too.”

“My son… My Raphael…” Yoshi was the last to step up, his ears pressed back against his head as he smiled at the Shredder’s eyes. “I remember when you were small enough to fit in my hands. Oh, you were such a fussy baby! I would always sing you and your brothers the same lullaby my grandfather sung to me. You remember how it goes?”

Shredder didn't respond.

“I would hate babysitting beyond the Bon Festival. The snow begins to fall and the baby cries…”

The pupils of Shredder’s eyes dilated, filling almost the entirety of the dark space.

“How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here…? Unwillingly babysitting thinking of days after mid-summer Bon holiday. The flurry of cold snow continues… and a baby repeating cries. Even come Bon holiday, what is so joyful, no clothes and no sash for attire. The baby is so irritable to cry. That baby’s crying annoys me. Babysitting for a whole day, or even more. Every day I grow thinner. Wishing to get back home in a hurry across the border. That’s my parents' home…” Yoshi gave the softest laugh as he finished the lullaby and wiped his eyes clear of tears. “Oh, how you all loved that song. I… was in a dark place back then— so resentful of where my life was. But you boys helped me more than I could ever thank you for. If there hadn’t have been the need to take care of you, then I… wouldn’t be here today. I would have… done something cowardly. But I’m so glad I didn't. So please, my son… Raphael… let me help you.”

#let us help you

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webrokethe4thwall · 4 years ago

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Can you write a Fanfic where Rupert Swaggart finds his own brooch and gets his live back?

Sorry for the wait @the-deku-guy, but here’s your request!

Brooches before Swine

A large man adjusted his trench coat and fedora as he scanned the stalls of the jewelers’ black market. He was not searching for your standard silver necklace or ruby ring, but a brooch. Specifically, a cloaking brooch. Meat Sweats was once again on the hunt for a mystic cloaking brooch. However, even now as he looked over the charms laid out on the table, his hopes plummeted. Several brooches, ranging from simple to ornate to tacky, were lined up, but none of them were mystic.

He had been through all of the black market stalls, antique malls, and even online auction halls. Each location yielded the same result: nothing. The former celebrity chef released a frustrated groan. He had been so close to reclaiming his old life with the last brooch he had found here. If only those two pesky girls—the curly-headed one and the slime-ball—hadn’t stolen it from him and ruined his plans!

And to add insult to injury, they had trapped him in that backwater barbeque studio. Did those amateurs not understand how to properly prepare meat before cooking it?!

“Rubbish, pitchfork-wielding hicks,” Meat Sweats grumbled, stalking away from the broach district. “Don’t know the difference between brine and a bay leaf.”

Regardless of the past, Meat Sweats was determined to regain his fame, his cooking show, and his previous life as Rupert Swaggart. Nothing and no one was going to stop him! …Well, except for his lack of a human appearance. Meat Sweats continued to mutter under his breath. He had seen other mutants—pardon, yokai—with cloaking brooches. Why was he unable to find one? Maybe there was a recall for some kind of mystical enhancement.

“One moment,” Meat Sweats grunted. “A memory stirs.”

He put a fist to his chin as he thought of a past conversation. It had been a few weeks ago with a tiny worm mutant whose name completely slipped his mind. The fellow had said he purchased a mystical enhancement jewel from some mystic shop disguised as a secondhand corner store.

“If that’s the case,” Meat Sweats mused, “perchance a visit is in order.”

That very night, the pig mutant went to the corner store. He pulled his clothes tight to his frame upon entering the store. He didn’t much care if he looked suspicious; he just didn’t want the police called on him tonight. The first thing Meat Sweats saw was some skinny greasy guy standing behind the counter. This fellow must’ve been the cloaked yokai. Meat Sweats took in the man’s lackluster appearance, baseball cap, and vague scent of chevon. After taking a moment to size each other up, the mutated chef decided to break the silence first.

“I heard that you sell delectable jewelry in this establishment,” Meat Sweats said.

“Oh, we sell all kinds of things here,” the man stated. “Lamps, dolls, and toasters to name a few; but yeah, jewelry is in the mix. The name’s Clem!” He gave Meat Sweats a lazy onceover. “You, uh, looking for something particular, friend? Nudge, nudge.”

“Nudge, nudge?” Meat Sweats asked. “It’s ‘wink, wink,’ matey.” What a peculiar character.

“Clem, get your act together!” The man shook his head in self-deprecation. Giving the password away again because he forgot an idiom. How embarrassing!

Before Meat Sweats could fake curiosity over what Clem meant, the man began shedding his disguise. The now purple goat yokai rang the bell on the counter, revealing hidden compartments in the displays that contained his mystical wares. Clem spread his arms out, showcasing the jewelry on his shelves.

“You said you’re looking for jewelry,” he droned. “What kind?”

“Cloaking brooch,” Meat Sweats stated, tearing away his trench coat. “Can’t really go on live television looking like this, now can I?”

“Wouldn’t really recommend it, no,” Clem said after a low whistle. “I’ve got just the thing.”

He knelt down behind the counter and pulled up a tray laden with stunning brooches. Clem plucked one up and handed it to the pig mutant. Meat Sweats turned it in his metal hands, admiring the star-shaped silver with a shining pink pearl in its center. He pinned the brooch to his collar and gave it a little shine. Soon his body was wrapped up in the soft pink glow of the mystical cloaking energy. Meat Sweats looked at himself in the counter’s shiny surface. It was perfect.

“All kinds of handsome is me once again,” Meat Sweats, now Rupert Swaggart, grinned.

With a wink and kiss sent to his reflection, Rupert threw a few bills at Clem. He had no appetite for goat yokai shopkeepers at the moment. No, it was time for Rupert to reclaim his previous life in full.

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A few nights later, Mikey upped the volume on his kitchen television. It was time for Kondescending Kitchen, and he was determined to make the perfect risotto!

“Are you ready to unleash the flavor?!”

Mikey came to an abrupt halt. That voice…it couldn’t be! He focused fully on the television. Meat Sweats, disguised as Rupert Swaggart, stood front and center for a cheering audience. Not good.

“Guys,” the box turtle yelled, already reaching for his kusari-fundo, “we’ve got a problem!”

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Rupert left the stage with the sound of the audience’s queued cheers pouring into his ears. He smirked to himself as he entered his dressing room. It was quite refreshing to hear after months of absence from his television career. The station manager even said that she was going to schedule an interview about his dramatic transformations and his unexpected final return. Yes, his cloaking brooch shining brilliantly on his apron was working greatly in his favor. The chef grinned as he picked up the night’s winning dish: pork risotto.

“Time to savor my victory,” Rupert hummed contentedly.

“Not a chance, Meat Sweats!”

One yellow and four green blurs swept into Rupert’s vision. No, not these reptilian nuisances and that ruinous girl! While Rupert hadn’t done anything more than reclaim his television program from an undeserving rival, Meat Sweats should’ve known that these pains in his tendrils would catch wind of his return.

“Not you rotten eggs!” Meat Sweats snarled, ditching his disguise in favor of his more combat-ready pig mutant appearance.

“You know it!” April defiantly retorted. “Which poor yokai did you steal this brooch from?!”

Now Meat Sweats was genuinely confused. He was also annoyed, but he had some modicum of integrity. He never stole the brooch. He didn’t even steal the first one! He bought both pieces fair and square. Granted his newest item was from a slightly more legitimate business. Nevertheless, why are these pests coming after him tonight?! He hadn’t even attempted to eat or poison anyone recently!

Before Meat Sweats could state his innocence, the fight was on. Raphael and Donatello charged him head on, while Leonardo and Michelangelo went for his sides. Meat Sweats easily knocked all four of them back with a swing of his meat tenderizer. He nearly missed April reaching for his rose gold cloaking brooch.

“Hands off!” Meat Sweats roared, stepping away from the girl and raising a protective hand over the shining pearl. “This is me own brooch!”

“Oh, yeah?” Mikey challenged. “Show us the receipt then!”

Meat Sweats, fed up with these annoying teenagers that always seemed to pop up in his life, shoved the seedy secondhand shop’s receipt into the smallest turtle’s face. The turtles and girl clearly didn’t expect this response. All fighting stopped, and it appeared the children were taking a moment to process the strip of paper between the pig mutant’s gloved fingers.

“Satisfied?!” Meat Sweats demanded.

“Wait,” Raph said in disbelief. “You actually, legitimately bought a cloaking brooch?”

“How much does one go for?” Donnie asked, squinting at the too small smudged numbers.

“Enough to get the job done,” Meat Sweats stated, stuffing the receipt back into his pocket. “Now, leave me be before I cook you all into turtle soup!”

“Not so fast,” Leo said. “Why do you need a cloaking brooch anyway. You’ve just been trying to eat and poison people this entire time. Did you want to do that when you were human, too, or is it a pig thing?”

Meat Sweats sighed in exasperation. Maybe he should’ve just let the fighting go on until either he passed out or they ran off. It was too late to find out, in any case. Now he had to converse with, ugh, teenagers about his rather tame plans and not-so-tame eating habits.

“Pig thing,” Meat Sweats stated shortly. He rubbed his cloaking brooch and reactivated his human façade. “I’m taking back what’s mine with this brooch. My show, my fame, and my life need my human face. I’m not about to let some mediocre fry cook take over my kitchen!”

The so-called chef the station had replaced him with was barely out of culinary school his skills were so dull. It boiled Meat Sweats’ blood. Whether those pesky teenagers liked it or not, Rupert Swaggart was making a comeback. Kondescending Kitchen needed him! Meat Sweats just needed a human face to rescue it. While some people were accepting of mutants or cosplay junkies, the public eye required a certain degree of discretion.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” April asked. She gave Rupert a distrustful once over.

“Not a problem!” Mikey interjected. He slid himself between his siblings and the returned celebrity chef. “We’ll just enroll him into my Evil League of Mutants Going Good Rehabilitation Program!”

“His what?” Rupert asked, baffled by whatever the exuberant turtle was rambling about.

“It is Michael’s method of transforming our enemies into allies,” Donnie drawled. “It has been showing promising results for Draxum. Though there may be a learning curve.”

“Yeah,” Leo reluctantly agreed, “but Draxum’s the only one that Mikey has worked with so far. How do we know it’ll work on this guy?”

“That’s easy,” Raph stated, fully confident in his baby brother. “Since we know that Mikey’s program worked on one of the worst people we know, we’ll help him with setting Meat Sweats on the right path.”

“And keep Mikey from getting star-struck,” April muttered, eying the way Mikey fawned over the sweaty chef.

Rupert rolled his eyes. What is wrong with these kids?! Were they seriously discussing the future of his moral status in front of him? He didn’t need to put up with this!

“Don’t I get any say in this?” Rupert demanded.

“No!”

All the teenagers glared at him, except for the orange clad turtle who had stars in his eyes. The audacity!

“Rubbish,” Rupert grunted.

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For weeks, Meat Sweats was under the unnervingly close surveillance of the Mad Dogs. A ridiculously unsuitable name for those five obnoxious kids. He despised how involved they forced themselves to be in his life. Telling him what to do and what not to do. It was annoying! Don’t eat the mutant silverfish this, and don’t sabotage your culinary rivals that. He was sick of it and was very vocal about his displeasure.

However, the teens didn’t seem to care nor let up in their efforts to conform him to the moral high ground. The chef didn’t know if reclaiming his glory was worth the hassle. At least he didn’t have to waste energy tenderizing their bones anymore. Michelangelo even had a realistic view of his character in spite of his fanboy attitude towards Rupert Swaggart.

The box turtle never expected him to become 100% kindhearted, if he ever became nice at all. However, Mikey did put limits on Meat Sweats and made him stick to some simple moral codes. Rupert just wanted to get his status as “Most Pretentious Chef in New York” back on track. Unfortunately, the youngest turtle did not allow him to perform any of his deliciously underhanded tricks on his competition.

“Meat Sweats!” Mikey admonished. He had just caught the reforming chef about to pour mystic poison into his delightful pizza puffs. Again. “What are we supposed to do with our culinary competition?!”

Meat Sweats released an annoyed grunt. He was getting tired of repeating his supposed mentor’s lessons, but it was mildly better than the intermittent fighting they used to go through.

“Out-serve them with quality meals, not quality poison,” Rupert droned. It was verbatim from one of Chef Mikey’s many “Maintaining Healthy Competition” lectures.

“Exactly,” Mikey said in a condescendingly sweet tone. He took the poison from Meat Sweats’ grip and yeeted it into the distance. “Now put on Rupert Swaggart, and let’s make filet mignon!”

Meat Sweats rolled his eyes at the young turtle’s antics but went along with it. Michelangelo was a decent enough chef for his age, proving his potential by the way he prepared that salmon when two drooling snakes were baring down on them. Rupert Swaggart activated his cloaking brooch and picked up a knife. He may as well humor Mikey with an attempt to mature his talent.

“Not a bad idea, lad,” Rupert agreed. “Filet mignon with roasted asparagus and,” he smirked, “truffles.”

Mikey’s eye twitched at the traumatic memory. “Not funny, sweat sock.”

Meat Sweats laughed uproariously, and even harder still when he saw Mikey’s annoyance growing. It was fun messing with this one. No matter what the chef threw his way, the young turtle always bounced back with an even snarkier reply. He might make a Kondescending Chef out of the boy yet. With no further preamble, the two mutants proceeded to craft a fine meal of filet mignon over roasted asparagus drizzled with mushroom sauce.

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A month later, Rupert’s program established itself as the most popular food-related show on television once again. Crimes related to a food truck driven by a pig mutant plummeted as the celebrity chef made more public appearances. He had finally achieved his goal. Now Meat Sweats could kick back in his apartment, resting in his easy chair, and let the adulation from his fans inflate his ego, and his wallet, once more. A loud knock on his door broke him out of the moment, and the door being kicked open entirely had the pig mutant falling out of his chair.

“What in blazes?!” Meat Sweats shouted, quickly activating his cloaking brooch.

“Sorry for the door,” April cheered, giving no sign of remorse at all. “But I come baring gifts, and they’re heavy!”

April lifted several plastic bags filled with groceries. Rupert gave the girl an annoyed glare. He got up from the floor, set his door back into place minimal effort, and stared his “visitor” down. The chef didn’t know why she was in his home without her turtle friends, but he did catch the delightful aroma of raw meat, seasonings, and vegetables wafting from the bags in her hands. April immediately went to the kitchen and dumped a few wrapped lamb chops, fresh artichokes, a jar of capers, and several other ingredients onto the countertop.

“What are you doing, girlie?” Meat Sweats asked, dropping his disguise.

He was well used to the turtles’ surprise visits, but they always came in through the window or a portal into the living room. April rarely came by herself, so the chef had yet to learn her favored way of barging in.

“Setting up an apology,” April replied, organizing the meat, spices, and other ingredients.

“A what?” Meat Sweats was taken aback. This teen had been screwing up his life for months. Why was she apologizing now? What was she apologizing for?!

“You’ve been doing pretty good since you got that cloaking broach and went into Mikey’s rehab program,” April snickered. She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “And I started feeling kinda bad about trapping you in the ‘Sauce That Hog’ studio.” Meat Sweats frowned deeply at the memory, and April had the sense to move on to the ingredients on the counter. “So I brought over all the ingredients for fancy lamb chops.” She waved the bag of artichokes enticingly. “Including some mystic artichokes fresh from the Hidden City.”

Meat Sweats snorted at the attempt to woo his culinary pallet. He may not spend much time with the girl, but he knew April could kiss up to anyone’s better nature once she found their Kryptonite. His was fairly obvious, and the chef took great pride in flaunting his cooking skills.

“So you thought that catering to me superior culinary taste with mystic produce and corner store mutton would make up for that torment?” He wasn’t going to let April off that easily though.

“It’s actually hogget from my cousin’s farm,” April corrected. “She raises the best meat livestock I’ve ever tasted, so I thought you might like to try it.”

“No kidding?” Meat Sweats, surprised that April knew different types of lamb meat, looked at the wrapped meats inquisitively.

“It’s sheep meat,” April smirked, “not goat.”

“Why must you pun like the blue one?” Meat Sweats grumbled. “Just give me the ingredients and watch me—”

“Unleash the flavor!” The mutant and teenager chorused.

Meat Sweats wasn’t expecting that either. He gave April an odd look. Mikey was his fanboy, so what was her excuse? April just grinned.

“Mikey got me to watch a few episodes from his favorite seasons of Kondescending Kitchen,” she explained. “What can I say? It’s a catchy line.”

“Yes, well,” Meat Sweats countered, “it’s my line.” He knows it was a lame comeback, but he really didn’t know how to respond. One minute he and these kids are at each other’s throats, the next he’s cooking filet mignon and lamb chops with them. He shakes his head and gestures to the other side of the sink. “Hand me my knife block. I want to chop up these artichokes for a marinade.”

“Yes, Chef,” April saluted.

“Cheeky girl,” Meat Sweats commented.

He and April made a delightful set of lamb chops topped with marinated artichokes and seasoned capers. The chef figured that if the return of Rupert Swaggart meant being badgered by those annoying Mad Dogs, then there are worse fates he could have been forced to endure. They weren’t as awful as he dreaded. If he didn’t enjoy being a jerk so much, he may have been tempted to even call them his friends. He still might. Just not when they were around. He had an image to maintain after all.

#rottmnt #meat sweats #rupert swaggart #writing #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfic #meat sweats isn't fond of kids #but the mad dogs will force him to like them #mikey and april already endeared themselves to him in a way

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clownistyping · 4 years ago

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I was wondering if you were able to do a request for the turtles having a SO that’s generally sweet and caring but when it comes to someone trying to hurt the boy’s feelings (like the cop scene in 2016 movie) they just go ultra BITCH mode putting someone in their place/one where the SO/reader scares the boys by surprise evasive maneuvers/drifting in the truck while their teaching them to drive but get ambushed, getting them to safety(little do they know they know how)? 0 w 0 or a merge of both?

I've got a lot of Hellboy so I'm just gonna do TMNT to not ruin hellboy for me.

Okay so like in the comics there's a part of new York that mutants live in, I can't remember how but let's just say that the boys visit that place a lot and hey even mutants are assholes.

LEO

It was one of those rare nights, when you and Leo could just be. You and Leo.

Walking down the dark streets of the mutant town, it was safe with Leo knowing he could literally throw a giant container.

"So the new episode, my theory is that Jupiter Jim just turns into a toddler and the crew has to take care of this very serious baby." You laughed, it was rare to see Leo not be so serious. To be himself, and talk about his interests.

"And like you know the other aliens, are trying to kidnap baby Jim because hey weak point-"

"Alright put em up!" A voice yelled and suddenly a knife was pointed at your face.

"Or the small one gets it!" The small man sneered and Leo looked at you, and you raised a brow. How dare this small man, interrupt your boyfriends very passionate conversation. The fucking audacity of a bitch.

"What are you stupid?" You growled, slapping the man's hand away.

"I'm not joking here, I'll stab you and the freak!" The man sneered, lunging towards you, you quickly grabbed his hand. Making him drop the knife you pushed his fingers back.

"Freak? Freak!?" You yelled, hearing the man's fingers crack.

"That fucking freak is the love of my life, who you just threatened. So I'll give you five seconds to get the fuck outta here!" You successfully broke three of his fingers and the man let out a silent screech. Nodding in pain, he snatched his knife and ran across the street.

Glaring at the man as he left you looked back at your boyfriend as if nothing happened.

"Honestly baby Jim could probably like, beat up all of the aliens." You laughed, grabbing Leo's hand you led the very confused turtle away.

DONNIE

"Are you sure you wanna drive the tank?" Donnie asked as he held blueprints, leading you to the tank. You nodded with a smile,

"Of course, I've got my license and common sense. So I'm sure I can." Donnie pursed his lips, unsure.

Entering the tank, Donnie put the blueprints in their rightful spots and jumped a little when the tank growled awake.

"Ready?" You asked, buckling in your seat belt. Donnie did the same with a tight grip, nervous to let you drive seeing as you can barely reach the brake.

It was dark, the almost abandoned part of downtown was empty save for the strays and nightlife.

The drive was silent but comforting as Donnie looked over the GPS.

"Just take a left and our destination should be on the left." Donnie said, he needed a couple new adjustment parts to his tracking monitors and knows a mutant who'd sell them to him cheap.

But his glasses quickly became crooked when the back of the tank was rammed into.

"What the hell?!" You yelled, checking the rear view you were shocked to see a giant armored truck behind you.

Donnie quickly took his bõ out, the wood still intact but advanced with new technology and a pipe at the end.

"Stay here." Donnie mumbled, leaving a quick kiss to your forehead he left through the roof.

"Come on out, Freak!" Two human men came out, cladded in foot gear you scowled at them through the mirror. Just who the hell do they think they are?!

Donnie stood on the roof, studying the men's aggressive stances he readied for a fight. Until to fall on his face when the tank suddenly reared forward.

"(Y-Y/N)?! He panicked as the tank did a quick U-turn straight for the truck.

"I'LL SHOW YOU A FREAK!" He heard you yell at the men as you sped the tank straight for the truck. The tanks armor was almost indestructible, but right now Donnie didn't feel the same.

Quickly he scurried back into the tank through the roof,

"What are you doing!?" He yelled in confusion as he saw your face of rage.

Then he was lunged straight on the window, shocked to see that you drove right over the men's truck. Completely crushing it, but not the men inside who quickly escaped.

They ran off into the shadows, cursing at you both and you could only laugh.

"Are you okay?" You asked after calming down, helping Donnie steady himself.

"Me? (Y/N), you drove like a manic! What was that?"

You blushed as he grabbed your face gently,

"I don't know i just..i wanted to help." You smiled nervously and Donnie could only shake his head with a laugh.

"Well thank you." He pulled you in for a quick kiss.

RAPH

You hummed as you studied the aisles of fruit and veggies, the mutant town was having their open market out for the spring. So many fresh veggies were ripe for the picking.

"Thinking of veggie pizza tonight?" You asked and Raph hummed with disgust,

"Meat lovers or nothing babe, you know it." You chuckled with a nod, still buying some for later.

"Is that- Jesus I thought i was bad." You heard a voice nearby cackle, and turned to examine it.

Seeing a young couple, one a bird mutant and the other a squirrel. Raising a brow you continued to eavesdrop as Raph looked over the fruits for shakes.

"I mean, like- ugh I just couldn't deal with that texture. Rough skin, and the shell. Blegh." Your brows furrowed,

"And the turtle's with a human, kinda rare. Like they're trying so hard, right?" The other laughed, and your knuckles went pale.

Staring the couple down, you stomped their way.

"You better watch who you're talking about because that turtle you think is so disgusting, has probably saved your life without you even knowing. So fucking watch it, Furry." You seethed and turned, not even acknowledging their reactions.

Before you made it to Raphael you took a calming breath, refusing to let it take anymore control over you.

"What was that about?" Raphael questioned, biting into an apple, he rose a brow after seeing the small scenario.

"Just taking care of you." You grabbed his free hand,

"Let's go home." You pulled him away from the crowd with a smile.

MIKEY

"SIXTEEN! EIGHTEEN! COME ON, MIKEY, TWO MORE. TWENTY!" You cheered as Mikey stuffed the twentieth pizza slice in his mouth, drool was dripping out but you still cheered.

"Guess Mutants really are all just a bunch of pigs." A snide comment passed through your ears and you stopped mid cheer.

The restaurant you were both in was currently a mutant friendly restaurant, but still visited by humans.

You studied the room and your eyes glared as you saw the smirking male, staring right at Mikey.

"What?" The male said, now looking at you.

"Oh nothing, just guess human men are jealous of what mutants can do with their mouths." You smirked, and Mikey choked on the pizza. The human male stiffened, muttering insults he slammed his napkin down and left the establishment.

"You okay babe?" You asked, and Mikey managed to swallow the pizza, he nodded.

"I didn't expect that out of you, babe." He laughed and pulled you close with a kiss. You smiled as he tasted of pizza.

#tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagines #tmnt donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader

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