#cause then he and mikey would match better

[rurualim]

drew this based off an edit i saw on twt!!

[tayraedoll]

Old Man

Part 2 Part 3

You keep teasing Alastor due to his age, he is about to show you how his age just makes him more experienced.

TW: Swearing, drinking, vomit, blackouts, suggestive themes, old-fashioned chivalry, drunk kissing

No smut, but is very suggestive at the end.

You slam the door to the hotel angrily behind you, causing the door to shutter in a way that would have worried you about breaking it if you had it in you to give a fuck.

"Fucking prick...who the hell does he think he is?!", you mutter under your breath

You run your hand through your chestnut hair. Your demon form was that of a fallow deer, your hair turned a reddish brown color with ears to match on your head. You had little white spots adorning your cheeks, shoulders, and back. The last of your demonic changes would be your luscious deer tail- the same color as your hair with the spots peppered over it- so full that you needed to get all your clothes altered for it.

You make your way over to the bar- where you a hoping the man who instigated your wrath sits- stomping your feed unnecessarily hard on the wood flooring. Just as you were hoping for, the man you most wanted to pick-a-bone with sat in his usual spot.

"Angel!"

"Toots? Back from y'er date already huh?"

"You are sooooo not allowed to set me up on anymore dates! That guy was an absolute menace!", you slump into the seat next to his with an exaggerated sigh. Husk promptly placed your favorite drink in front of you. You smiled and lifted your glass to him in thanks.

"Jeez, 'm sorry toots. I gotta ask- what'd Mikey do that pissed ya off so bad?"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying not to picture your atrocious dinner date. "He ordered my dinner for me.", you spat as if it was the most egregious wrong ever done to you.

Angel and Husk stared at you with unreadable expressions, glancing at each other before quickly diverting their eyes back to you.

Maniacal laughter suddenly rang out from the other side of the bar- Alastor. You had not even noticed him when you first came in- if he had been there at all. You had a decent relationship with The Radio Demon, you mostly interacted at dinner but had the occasional chat in the library. He seemed to get along better with you than he did most of the other residents-save for Nifty and Charlie- you assumed that was due to being a deer like he was. Herd mentality and all you supposed. Now though, his laughter was grating on your already taut nerves. "Something funny you coot?" Angel's and Husk's eyes widened at your jab- no one had the balls to insult Alastor right to his face like that.

"Yes, very much so Darling. Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps he was just being polite? Ordering a ladies meal used to be the chivalrous thing to do.", he smiled wider at you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"OK boomer, was it also 'chivalrous'(you used air quotes with your finger) to order her a salad instead of the wings and fries she wanted? The next man who has the audacity to order my food for me will become my meal instead!" You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, glaring over at your fellow deer.

He chuckled smoothly but relented his argument "No, I suppose you are right- that was not the proper way to go about it." You gave him a cocky smile before he continued "However, I must say that you...younger generation of ladies... give up so quickly. Running at the very first small inconvenience." He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, eyeing you mischievously.

"Well, SOOOORRRYY for having standards. Us younger generation ladies are not impressed by minimal effort and do not abide by the misogynist tendencies you old geezers put out", you laced your voice with as much venom as you could. "Mikey can take his Terry Crews in White Chicks vibes and fuck right off!"

Alastor eyed you thoughtfully,"Would you care to join me for a night out on the town my dear? Perhaps having a bit of fun will lighten your mood."

Now it was your turn to laugh,"Sorry gramps, but I fail to see how chaperoning you for your daily nightcap will lift my spirits."

"Hmmm, I suppose I will just need to show you how The Lost Generation cuts loose. Get dressed in something you can move in Darling." He was challenging you, you could see it in that smug grin on his face. Who were you to not indulge the old man?

"Give me 15 minutes.", you smirked at him and raced upstairs to your room. You have been saving a lacy, black party dress for a special occasion, now seemed like the perfect time to break it out of your closet. You would pair it with a pair of blood red pumps for a pop of color, wearing lipstick of the same shade to bring it all together.

You swagger down the stairs to meet up with Alastor at the front door. His smile widens ever so slightly as his eyes apprise you. "You look lovely Sha.", he says sweetly as he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "Shall we?" He tucks your arm through his and guides you out the door.

You walk in silence for a time, Alastor humming softly to himself. You finally speak up "So, what old saloon are you taking me to?", you smile coyly up at him hoping to ruffle his feathers a bit.

"We are headed to my favorite jazz club Little Fawn", he snickers at your scowl. You hated when he called you that, it was because of your spots. But you were just a different breed of dear- you weren't a fawn! The nickname made you feel like a child. You spent the rest of the walk in silence again- Alastor resumed his humming while you pouted.

The outside of the club was inconspicuous, an old building made of brick and wood with no windows. Just a large, metal door at the center. Upon your arrival a small eyelet slid over to inspect you two, The eyes on the other side widened upon seeing Alastor and hastily opened the door. Once inside, you walked down a short hallway and through another metal door.

The inside of the club was a vast contrast to what the outside was like. It was lively, bodies dancing every which direction and a live band played passionately on stage on the far side. The room was decorated in vibrant reds and golds. A long, wooden bar sat to your left. You could smell the tang of bourbon and puffs of smoke, getting a hint of sweat from all the bodies swinging around on the dance floor.

"Shall I order you a drink? Or would you prefer to do that yourself? I wouldn't want to insult you.", Alastor chortled as he walked you over to the bar. You rolled your eyes at him "What are you drinking?" He raised a brow at you. "I am drinking rye whiskey. I am not sure if that will be to your tastes Fawn."

"Hey, I'm sure I can handle anything you dish out Flapdoodle. I bet I can go drink for drink with you even.", you challenged. Maybe you could wipe that ever-present smirk off his smug face if you could get the old man to pass out. You could handle a couple of whiskey drinks.

Alastor hummed as he regarded you, "Very well, if you insist!", he turned to the bartender "Double rye on the rocks please!" You blanched, double? You were not expecting to be drinking doubles, but if Alastor could handle them then you had a good chance right? You took a sip of your drink, it tasted of spice and dark chocolate and had a pleasant burn on its way down your throat. You were sure if you sipped it you would be fine.

However, Alastor had other plans as he swallowed the entire contents of his drink in one go. Your mouth fell open in shock as you stared at him. Fuck, this isn't going the way you planned. Timidly, you brought your own drink to your lips and swallowed the rest of it, shuddering at the burn. Alastor watched you all the while, and promptly ordered two more drinks. This drink was sipped, but was still drank much faster than you planned.

After a while you started to feel the effects of the alcohol, your body relaxing. You started to sway to the music, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor my dear?", Alastor asked as he took your hand, leading you out to the middle of the dancing crowd.

He placed your left hand on his shoulder, keeping your other hand held in his. His free hand held you closely by the waist and he began to swing you around to the beat. You stumbled along, if he weren't holding you so securely you would have ended up on the floor and the alcohol was not doing you any favors. "Oh dear, you a very bad at this!", he teased you. You glared back up at him "Well maybe if you would slow down instead of throwing me around like a lunatic I would be better!", you snapped. He chuckled, but slowed down enough that you could keep up and learn the dance. But once you seemed to get your bearings he sped up again.

This continued all night- the song would change and he would slow down so you could learn the new dance but speed up once you got it. All the while, the only thing you had to drink was whiskey. It did not take long for you to be truly drunk, your vision starting to spin and your movements becoming clumsy. Your legs were killing you, you had definitely worn the wrong shoes for this activity.

"Please excuse me for a second.", you smiled up at Alastor and walked off the dance floor. You exited out a back door you saw people use to take smoke breaks to get some fresh air. You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes to help concentrate on breathing evenly. You heard the door open beside you but chose to ignore it until you felt a hand on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Alastor standing over you, his eyes carefully scanning your face. "You truly are as beautiful as a magnolia in May.", he stated before slowly lowering his face to yours.

You gasped into the kiss, losing all train of thought. Weren't you supposed to be rivals? The new vs. the old? In this moment, you no longer cared. He continued holding your face as you grabbed the lapels of his jacket as the kiss continued, it was making you dizzy.

Oh no, you are not just dizzy from the kiss- the alcohol is making it worse. Your stomach started to twist uncomfortably and you had to roughly push Alastor away from you before you turned to the wall and puked your guts up all over yourself. When you were done you stumbled back, vision quickly fading. The last thing you remember before succumbing to complete darkness is a pair of strong arms catching you and the warmth of a chest cradling you.

You reached consciousness slowly, your senses coming to you one-by-one. Unfortunately, the first thing you registered was extreme thirst followed quickly by a pounding headache. You let out a loud groan, turning over in your bed "Fuck" you grumbled out.

A soft chuckle followed by an all-too-chipper "Good morning!" caught your attention. You glared at Alastor over in a chair before mumbling "I am not in the mood for your bullshit this morning.", burying your face in the pillow.

It took you an embarrassing few seconds to register that he was actually in the room with you and was not just a figment of your imagination sent to torture you. You shot up in the bed, making your head spin again. "What are you doing in my...", you trailed off as you took in your surroundings. You were not in your room. The bed you were in was large, with maroon-colored silk sheets. The room had crimson-colored walls with a grand fireplace, in front of which Alastor sat reading the paper. Behind him, the room gave way to a magnificent forest and swamp that made your breath hitch. You were obviously in Alastor's room.

"Al...what am I doing in your room?", you asked as you slowly looked back over at him, heart ready to beat out of your chest in fear of his answer.

"I did not feel comfortable leaving you alone in your room. You were incredibly drunk, I did not want you to asphyxiate if you were to become ill again. So I brought you here where I could keep an eye on you.", he explained calmly, watching your reaction. Your face burned with shame. You had set out to get The Radio Demon to make a fool of himself, but you had become the fool yourself. You turned away, not wanting to see the amusement that surely danced plainly on his face. When you glanced down you frowned.

"How am I wearing my pajamas?", you asked- the accusation plain to hear in your voice. When you glanced back up, Alastor had walked over to stand at the foot of the bed. "Well, I was not about to let your spew into my bed. So I sent my shadows to your room to retrieve your sleepwear.", he explained matter-of-factly.

"Did they change me too or...?"

"No, I did that.", before you could get upset at that revelation he snapped his fingers and you were suddenly wearing socks. You breathed a sigh of relief, you did not think Alastor would violate your privacy like that but it was nice to have the verification. As you sat there thinking, memories of the night before slowly trickled back into your mind. Alastor had kissed you! But why?

Before you could ask any of the million questions running through your mind he sat at the end of the bed. "Sha, I would like to have a rather important discussion with you if you feel up to it." You nodded and waited for him to continue. "Would you be open to me courting you?"

You stared at him dumbstruck "Huh?" was all you could muster out. Was this really happening? Did Alastor just ask to date you?

"I have been admiring you from afar for some time now. I must admit I am rather taken by you. I enjoy our back-and-forth banter and admire your wit. You are such a strong-minded woman, and are not afraid to speak exactly what you are thinking. I would like the opportunity to explore our relationship a bit further if you assent."

Your jaw hit the floor, you had no idea how to respond. Alastor admired you? He wanted to have a more formal relationship? None of this was making sense to you at the moment but your heart was soaring. You had been hiding your attraction to the demon behind your crude jokes about his age. You'd be lying if you said you would not want to get to know him better as well.

"It is rude to stare Dear.", Alastor grinned at you. You had not stopped gaping at him while you processed your thoughts. "Y-Yes, I would be open to that." You shyly smiled back at him.

"One more thing, how much about your biology do you know?", he asked as he shifted closer to you, closing the distance between you two. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in just a few months the cervid mating season will be upon us.", he explained slowly. You crinkled your brows in confusion. "You arrived in hell very shortly after the last mating season. I was not sure how much about your deer form you had learned. If you find our courting satisfactory...I would very much like to claim you this season." He stared at you intently, searching your eyes for your reaction. He was leaning so far into your space that only a few inches separated you. His want was practically palpable.

Your mind went blank again, at a complete loss for words for the moment. This man was just full of surprises. You felt a myriad of emotions- excitement, fear, anticipation, nervousness. But you wanted it, so badly that it shocked you. But, you did not want him to get any more satisfaction at your expense today. So you smirked, "Only if you can keep up you old geezer."

With that you went to get up and dramatically walk out of the room to leave him with his thoughts. But instead you felt your calf muscles strain and knees buckle underneath you. Your legs were so cramped up, damn shoes! Alastor laughed heartily at you as you flushed tomato red. "You are not quite as limber as you ought to be for your age My Doe. Your endurance could use a bit of work.", he tutted at you helping you to your feet. You stretched your sore legs out a bit until you could at least shuffle around.

Before you could turn away Alastor grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. "A final tidbit of information- did you know that deer can mate consecutively for 72 hours?", he watched as your eyes widened to saucers, leaning in until his lips just barely caressed the fluff of your ears. "If I were you Ma Petite Biche (My Little Doe), I'd begin stretching."

[imababblekat]

Pushing Buttons

Anon Request, “ Love your content it’s sooo cute! Can I get a snarky sarcastic reader who calls April for a chat on speaker phone then gets into a funny argument with Ralph trading jabs. Like he tries to get April to hang up because their in the middle of something important but reader gives him a snappy comeback. They keep going with everyone listening. Tired of this April is gonna hang up on them but before that happens “Wait wait! give that guys digits he sounds hot! You know how I love pushing a guys buttons!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, gonna be honest I struggled to write this one for some reason. Hope it’s still at the very least readable \TvT/

~xXx~

April hadn’t meant to answer the phone, but Mikey curiously nudging into her had caused her to ultimately accept your request. As if to make a point at your horrible timing as April and the boys were in the mist of a game plan to take down a new gang, you’re voice rang loud through the speaker causing everyone to simultaneously jump.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! April you are not going to believe what happened to me at work today!!”

April sighed, giving the ninja turtles apologetic glances. 

“I can’t really talk right-”

“I’ll make it quick! I swear! Okay, so I got up at seven like I usually do, right? I was really tired though, so I went to snooze my alarm and-”

Before April could politely ask you to skip ahead to what had happened at your job, the human girl was thrown for a shock when Raphael had suddenly snatched the device straight out of her hand. She went to reprimand him but all he had done was hold a large hand up to block her as he angrily snapped into the call.

“She’s busy. Call back later.”

*click*

April’s eyes had never been as wide as they were in that moment. No way did Raphael just hang up on you of all people. Said terrapin, with a triumphant grin, reached out to hand her back the phone, when it had suddenly started going off again right in his palm. If it weren’t for the growing agitation, he could have sworn it seemed to vibrate with a vengeance. With a hard tap, he answered the call ready to repeat what he had done only a few minutes ago.

“I said-”

“Excuse me!!”

Raphael felt himself fumble at your sudden shout, April standing across from him with a knowing look.

“And who the hell do you think you are, huh?! You do not cut me off when I am talking to my gal pal!!”

Raphael sputtered, caught off for but a second before snapping back.

“Who do I-?! April’s busy! I’m sure whatever little issue you got goin on at work ain’t that important!”

“Oh, and how would you know that?! You read minds huh?! I’d ask if you’re some sort of phycologist but frankly just from your voice alone I’d say you’re need of one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“I think you know what I mean, big boy.”

Raphael felt his blood boiling in that moment, his brothers Mikey and Donnie doing their best to stifle their laughter behind him while Leo simply smirked at his dismay. All the while all April could do was hide her face in her hands at the embarrassment she felt for her close friend on the line.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Would you rather I call you big baby instead? Ya gonna cry about it? Good, cuz sounds to me like you need to shed a few tears. It’s perfectly healthy by the way. Just thought I’d let you know that since you give off the vibe that you’d rather walk around with a stick up your ass then express your emotions.”

“A stick up my ass?! Seriously?! How about I come over and shove one up yours?! You’re just all bark and no bite!”

“Ooo, don’t promise me with a good time~.”

If it were possible, Raph’s face would match the color of his mask at your raunchy response, the suave to your tone not making things any better. It was at the sudden burst of laughter behind him from his brothers and Aprils own snickering that the brute decided in that moment the best course of action was to, once again, hang up the damn phone. 

A groan bubbled up from his throat at he tossed April back her phone, sending a glare to his still cackling siblings. 

“Will ya all stop laughin. Let’s just get back to the stupid plan.”, he glared, arms crossing.

It was Leo, who had to take a few breaths to gather himself, that brought back the others to focus.

“Okay, okay, you heard the big boy. Let’s ready up.”

Green eyes glared daggers at the leader in blue for his jab, the other winking back with a shit eating grin. Raphael stepped forward to make a quip in response to Leo, when a chortle behind him had alerted all the turtles. It was from April, who’s eyes crinkled in the corners as she did her best to bite back some giggles, holding up her phone to show what had caused such a reaction out of her. Each brother leaned in, squinting at the small text on screen and then let out more laughter, Mikey rocking a groaning Raph’s shoulders with congratulations.

On the screen before them, read a text sent by the very person who riled him up quicker then anyone on record.

*Hey girly, you gotta get me your friends digits! Dude sounds hot af 😉💗*

~xXx~

[torasplanet]

❝𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙎.ᐟ❞

K. RYUGUJI + F. READER + T. MITSUYA

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; its the year of the dragon and a celebration occurs for taka and kenny from their personal red envelope;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, final timeline, kenny is ur bf (srry emma..), threesome, praise, dp(double penetration), anal, petnames(baby, babydoll), reader wears dress, unprotected sex (i really need to write protected damn😭), spit as lube, idk pretty vanilla and skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; ik this is so late from new years but i got this idea from a tiktok like five days after new yrs haha so this is a lunar new yr special since i celebrate !!

It was a new year, new feelings, new resolutions, new everything! And of course, the entirety of your friend group just had to throw a big ass party with you being one of the many that planned it and of course, the one to make it actually look good and not just a bunch of non-matching decorations being thrown across the room like Mikey and Baji were going to.

Well, Mitsuya was a part of that too and you two worked together to decide the perfect color coordination for the party which is where these new feelings came in. See, Mitsuya has always been attractive; you could never deny that, no one could but something just changed.

He was looking better than usual but you couldn’t find anything about his appearance that physically changed to make him look better. It was like he started glowing for some unusual reason and the glow made him prettier. Of course, you felt bad for finding him so attractive recently because you were dating Draken, his best friend.

However, when thinking about it, you started to feel a little less awful for your feelings because you remembered that Draken had talked about wanting a threesome multiple times but never came up with someone to do it with. He thought Mikey wouldn’t do it and it’s not like he exactly wanted him to because Mikey tended to just sleep around instead of getting in relationships so…it’s self-explanatory. Takemichi obviously couldn't do it, he’s married and Chifuyu damn sure would not, he has too much respect for Draken and you to even be comfortable in that conversation.

Anyone else was off the table for him and for you but neither of you ever considered Mitsuya. Maybe if you brought him up or hinted toward that, Draken might say yes.

The third person in this threesome being Mitsuya made so much sense. You knew him so well and you guys were close, he and draken were extremely close even sharing a tattoo and he was such a gentleman meaning he’d treat you with the utmost respect which was a big thing Draken was worried about. He was also single so there was a chance he’d say yes.

The only problem was that…you just didn’t know how to approach your boyfriend about all of this. So you spent the whole party talking and not saying a word about this while also sneaking peeks at Mitsuya throughout the night and with the more you were around Senju (she kept passing her blunt to you and doing shots with you), the more you got sloppy with the looks.

When Izana suggested that they take this party to Ran and Rindou’s club, you were so quick to agree as you wanted to party but yet, you were at the bar staring at Mitsuya while babysitting a cup that Senju had given you to hold before running off which you were taking small sips at because she obviously wasn’t coming back being too busy throwing ass on some guy.

You stared at the lilac-haired male as he chatted with Baji, your thighs clutching close together at the sight of him but when you felt eyes on you causing you to shift your gaze, you got incredibly embarrassed making eye contact with Draken especially when he grinned at you.

Turning your head and instead focusing on the liquid in the cup. Your face heated up when you heard his loud footsteps even over the loud music hoping he didn’t see that but oh he did. Draken had seen all of the glances you gave to Mitsuya no matter if they were careless or an attempt at being secretive and he kind of knew what you were thinking. He hoped he knew and it wasn’t just a guess that happened to be wrong.

His long arm draped around your shoulder and he pulled your body to his “Hey baby, you okay?” Draken asked. The strong smell of his signature cologne filled your nose while you avoided eye contact with him at all costs so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment and neediness in your eyes “Yeah…just waiting for Senju.” You muttered hoping he wouldn’t pick up on everything and just the weirdness.

Draken grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him with ease making your thighs quake. He stared at you for a second before grinning. He had discovered your thoughts.

“Looks like she’s gon’ be a while baby. Wanna come over there with me?” Draken asked laughing gesturing his head over to the spot in the club he was just at with Mikey and Baji but you just looked away from his eyes laughing a little with him while shaking your head but you didn’t say anything so the conversation went silent as soon as the laughter stopped.

Was this the time to ask Draken about it? Or were you just high and a little drunk? Well, you were definitely that but what if it was both? Nothing would happen…Draken would never judge you especially not about something like this that you’ve talked about before so what’s the harm? He already saw the want in your eyes.

You glanced back over at Mitsuya before looking back up at Draken “You and Takashi have the same tattoo, right?” Yeah, Draken definitely knew what you were thinking now that you had said that.

You knew the answer to that question and you were just asking that to bring up the topic of Mitsuya nonchalantly “Yeah, baby you know that.” Draken said with another chuckle coming from his mouth dropping his hand from your chin as you shuffled in place as if there were a fire in your pants. Your gaze was on your feet which were strained from the straps of your heels then you looked up at Draken through your eyelashes still keeping your head down.

“So, you guys doing anything special after this? I mean, it’s the year of the dragon now…” You said knowing that if Mitsuya had overheard it, he would’ve commented that the Chinese Lunar Year isn’t celebrated until February but it was basically the same. He would know what you mean. “No, you had an idea or somethin’?” The black-haired male asked leaning down to get closer to you as if he couldn’t hear you over the loud music but he could, he just wanted to hear whatever you said loud and clear. Shrugging your shoulders as you put your lips to the cup sipping at it minorly just to conceal your face from your boyfriend more “Maybe a party.” You muttered into the cup but Draken heard you and grinned. Draken understood not only what you were talking about but what your mindset was. Bringing up such a nasty topic as a gift for the Lunar New Year while wearing a red dress.

You were going to be the red envelope given to the two dragons. Whether you did it on purpose or not didn’t matter because it still meant the same and Draken liked it.

His hand went to the small of your back and began to rub over it gently “Gonna plan it for me, baby?” You nodded almost immediately putting the cup down so you could look at draken better to make sure he truly got what you were getting at. “Think Mitsuya would like that?” You nod. “Let’s ask him,” Draken said before leaning up and turning to where Mitsuya was talking with Izana. You leaned closer to your boyfriend watching Mitsuya as he did. Draken called him over and you nearly smiled at how Mitsuya’s head turned side to side like a deer before a smile crawled onto his pink lips once he spotted Draken.

Mitsuya walked over to the two of you after excusing himself from the conversation “Baby, why don’t you tell Mitsuya what you told me?” Draken said glancing down at you and then back at his best friend whose lavender gaze traveled to your form waiting for you to talk. “Well…I thought that since you and Kenny both have dragon tattoos, you both should have a party for the new lunar year.” You said as loud as you could manage without anyone out of the conversation hearing. Mitsuya’s eyes showed intrigue and a bit of confusion.

He picked up on your demeanor. How you looked at him, the way you leaned into Draken with your legs pressed against each other. Mitsuya couldn’t describe it at all but he just knew…something was going on with you but he wasn’t sure what it was just yet. You pushed yourself off Draken and then trodded over to the black and purple-haired male. You pressed your hand on his right temple, running your hands through his hair “Yours is on this side isn’t it?” You questioned blinking at Mitsuya who grinned at your actions. Mitsuya looked toward Draken as if asking if this was alright or not but when he saw the identical grin on his friend’s face, he knew that this was okay. More than okay.

“Yeah.” Mitsuya replied simply and you smiled at him before going to sip at your cup once more but Mitsuya’s hand went to the cup preventing you from drinking the liquid inside of the cup “Think you’ve had enough princess. We want you to at least stay standing.” The man said with a small chuckle and Draken laughed too but he was different. Mitsuyas was a laugh to lighten the mood despite that not being needed whilst Draken’s was malicious as if there was a hidden dirty joke in that sentence. There wasn’t but it could’ve been.

Draken’s hand snaked down to your bottom just letting his large palm rest there. “Well, we want you standing before the party.”

You and the two guys wasted no time at all hoping in Draken’s car and going to your shared apartment. They didn’t want their girl to sit there being so needy all night, did they? “Ah, Kenny.” You moaned into Draken’s ear as his cock stretched you out but he wasn’t moving. It bothered you so much but you’d get what you wanted just as soon as Mitsuya did.

“Don’t forget about me, princess,” Mitsuya said coming up from behind you and placing his cold hands on your bare shoulders while his chest pressed against your back, you whimpered at his touch but nodded. One of Mitsuya’s hands wandered down to your cunt which was being split open by Draken’s fat cock and he began to draw circles onto your clit making your back arch away from Mitsuya and Draken’s large hands held onto your torso to stop you from collapsing onto him “Ever fucked her in here?” Mitsuya asked bringing his other hand down to gently grope at your ass.

“Nah, she’s too sensitive for that,” Draken said pecking your lips lightly as you moaned submissively in a low voice and Mitsuya beamed delivering a light slap to your clit before allowing Draken’s fingers to replace his “Yeah, you’ll probably split her in half. I’ll be gentle don’t worry.” Mitsuya cooed into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. You didn’t respond and just whined again pressing your butt against his pelvis.

Mitsuya’s hands went to your ass and he spread your cheeks revealing your untouched hole. He spat on his fingers before rubbing it all over your whole and dipping his fingers inside making your body jolt. The tip of his rock-hard cock then pressed against the hole, he didn’t push it in but it just sat there pressing against it lightly. When he gently began to push inside; your whimpers grew louder “Sh, sh, sh…I got you, princess.” He muttered soothingly as Draken moved his hips just a bit to try and distract you from the pain of being used in a different hole. Draken has always wanted to fuck you there but you could barely keep yourself together with him inside of your pussy; always complaining about how he was splitting you open when not even his whole cock was pushed inside of you. He knew that he couldn’t do anal with you because he didn’t want to see you cry but Mitsuya was just a bit smaller than him and less girthy so it’d hurt less if it were him. It’d also get you more comfortable with someone in there so then he could try.

Everyone’s winning with this night. It was…just going to take you a little pain for you to get your trophy.

Draken brought his other hand up to your face cupping your cheek as tears began to prick at your eyes “It’s okay, just relax.” He told you running his thumbprint over your cheek after brushing away the tears from your eyes “‘M trying…just so full.” You muttered feeling Mitsuya push in more and more until he couldn’t and bottomed out. He pressed gentle kisses behind your ear “Wanna adjust or want me to move?” He knew it’d be best for you to just sit there for a bit and get used to the feeling but he wanted to ask you first, it was your body after all. This is why Draken liked the idea of Mitsuya being the one to join the two of you. He was considerate of how other people felt whether or not he knew better than them. So kind…

“Mitsuya asked you a question baby,” Draken said as you tried to find your words, your brain already turning to mush. “I…I wanna move.” You muttered letting out a breath as Draken rubbed away the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes. Mitsuya’s chest pressed against your back as his hands moved to wander all over your body, gently brushing over your tits and his fingertips tickling your neck until they found their place on your pelvis. Mitsuya slowly began to move in and out of your ass that was getting extremely tight around him, he hissed as he rose from your skin making you shudder from the new angle. “Relax for me, baby,” Draken said continuing to circle your clit, going a bit faster so you could loosen up around Mitsuya.

“Ha…” You mewled as Mitsuya’s subtle movements made you grind against Draken who was moving his hips around. You sighed as you loosened around Mitsuya finally allowing him to take a breath, he swore you were going to end up cutting his dick off. Mitsuya’s pace slowly grew faster as his eyes fixated on your back and how it arched because of the penetration and he grinned, reaching his hand to run his fingers down your spine making your back curve into a deeper half-moon.

“Kenny…move please.” You mumbled to your black-haired boyfriend as your nails dug into his bare shoulders “Gimmie a kiss first.” Draken said with a playful smile on his face, you pouted at his demand letting out small whimpers because he wasn’t giving you what you wanted “Be a good girl, babydoll.” Mitsuya whispered into your ear and you let out small hopeless moans at that before pressing your lips to your boyfriends who swallowed your mewls and moans. As you and Draken kissed messily, he grabbed onto your torso, his hands were just above Mitsuya’s skinnier and smaller ones, and he began to thrust up into you hitting your cervix. Mitsuya’s hand that was once on your back snuck its way up to the front of your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it as you breathed heavily.

Mitsuya’s hips slapped into your ass as his pace sped up, his rhythm matched Draken’s but he was going faster. His pink lips put gentle smooches behind your ear to your cheek as you moaned in Draken’s mouth, unable to make your pathetic sounds audible. The kiss was incredibly sloppy. It was open-mouthed and drool was spilling from your mouths and running down your faces, suction noises and occasional moans were coming from the both of you which just made Mitsuya fuck into you harder enjoying how pretty you sounded. “You’re so filthy babydoll…so pretty too.” The purple-eyed male cooed to you, his eyes drifting over your shoulder to how Draken’s cock was easily disappearing and reappearing.

Draken’s cock stretched you out like it always did as he continued to fuck up into you, moving his hips once again to change the angle so he could hit your g-spot. You felt every vein rubbing against the ridges of your fleshy walls as his mushroom tip rammed into your sweet spot “Feel so good ‘round me baby.” The Ryuguji male said breaking the kiss and watching you with lidded eyes as you bounced up and down with your tongue lolling out, his eyes shifted to his friend who was losing himself in the deep depths of your and his own pleasure.

“Such a nice gift…” Draken said grabbing at one of your tits roughly and your body trembled at his additional touch of pleasure “Taka! Feels so good, want more!” You shouted grabbing hold of the other boob that was being neglected and squeezing it tightly. Mitsuya would never say this, especially not to your face, hell he was even feeling bad thinking about it but you were such a slutty girl…he loved it though. You wanted so much more of him despite having two dicks being shoved inside of both your holes.

Draken grinned at his friend “Give ‘er what she wants, huh? She ain’t gonna stop begging until you do.” He said pinching your nipple making you shout “Kenny! Bein’ mean…” Your complaints were ignored as Mitsuya had a matching grin to his dragon twin. His fingers tightened around your neck and he began to rapidly fuck into your recently deflowered hole, his bony pelvis and hips were probably going to be bruised at the end of this. “Ugh! S-So good…!” You moaned uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm coming extremely quickly.

It was gonna hit you like a fucking bus. Coming out of nowhere and coming quickly.

“Ah! Cumming! ‘M cummin! Cum with me please, please, want it so bad!” Your moans were quick and all in one breath as your mouth opened into a wide ‘O’ releasing whorish and high-pitched moans “Go ahead, we’re right behind you.” Draken said with a strained grunt as his pace quicked, his rhythm still matched with his friend’s despite this. You let your orgasm come over you as you breathed heavily and sharply as if it was your last breath on earth and it truly felt like it.

You came all over Draken as you yelped and just like he said, he was right behind you, releasing himself all in your warm hole painting the plush walls in a translucent white liquid “Shit…can I cum in?” Mitsuya asked putting his forehead on your shoulder while rutting into your ass and you nodded with a hum tiredly, Mitsuya didn’t waste a single millisecond to burst into your ass copying draken’s actions in dirting your hole and making an absolute mess of it “Wanna stay inside for a little bit…Can I?” The male behind you asked and your heart fluttered at how kind he sounded, you nodded as you collapsed onto Draken’s chest all sweaty and fucked out.

Mitsuya was really the perfect person to be with you and Draken…you guys should do this more.

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[niphredil-14]

ROTTMNT With a Witch! S/o

Just a quick reminder that requests are open!

Leonardo:

- we all know that Leo is a magic nerd, though he may have a slight preference for stage magic over the actual, less show-y magick.

-i feel like Leo would love to have a witch as a partner, and would probably get into some basic, low energy types of spells as a result. He would be your biggest fan, and would want to help with most of your spells.

-he will be devastated if you say no, but sometimes it's just easier without this tease-prone ball of energy inside of the circle, you know?

-will BEG for you to do spells for him!! even for the smallest issue, he would be kneeling at your feet giving them the biggest puppy eyes with a matching pout.

-i can see him getting into glamour magick as a primary form of magick for him.

-all the magick-themed pick up lines. anytime you do anything he just tells you how you've enchanted him and how he's completely under your spell, how he's convinced that he must have drank a love potion, etc.

Donatello:

-not a fan for a good long while. will go on about his "science is fa superior to your little dumdum magic!!" until you hit him with the "magick's success and cause and effect has stood the test of time, people would not use it if it did not work. and btw magick is just science that we don't yet have the technology to understand."

-after that he would be like "okay challenge accepted!" and would probably conduct a ton of experiments on the movement and manipulation of subtle energies, and how the placebo affect effects spellwork, etc.

-i feel like he wouldn't participate in any spellwork outside of his experiments, at least not until he got his ninpo, at which point he would do a ton of studying about the occult.

-he'll warm up to it eventually, but i don't think it would ever be something that he ever really found a passion in.

-i could see him combine some of his chemistry knowledge with your occult knowledge to help you with potions though!

-he might like tech magick, or adding spells/sigils in with his tech, but i don't think you'd ever find him doing any more than that unless you get him to.

Michaelangelo:

-IS ENTRANCED

-loves magick, loves mystics, loves you

-would take any and every oppurtunity to engage with/ help with your magick! He wants you to teach him everything you know, and I feel like he would learn a whole lot on his own, and the two of you would just bounce ideas off of each other.

-we all know that Mikey becomes a super powerful mystic, so with you by his side?? power couple!! (everyone is afraid of the two of you.)

Raphael:

-supportive but does not understand. like at all.

-will bring you every crystal he sees, every rock, every branch, every flower, and (if you're a vulture culture kinda witch) every bone.

-he likes to watch you do magick if you're comfortable with it, but wouldn't dare try to participate in the spell. he's just a big ol' fanboy.

-i feel like he would love protection magic, it's very important as someone with a job as dangerous as his. if you were to make him some kind of protection amulet, he would probably cry. He's the oldest, he's used to having to protect everyone else, he's not used to anyone trying to protect him. He would never take it off, and if it ever did it's job as much as it could, and finally broke, he would cry, please make him another.

-he would probably crochet some blank poppets for you, that could easily be customized.

April:

-SO FUCKIN INTO IT

-(please help her make fun and flashy assignments that won't backfire like Donnie's tech does!)

-I think she would love to help out in your spells as much as you'll let her, but knows better than to overstep. This is your thing, she understands that you're the boss when it comes to mystic stuff, and just enjoys being along for the ride.

-would pay you to do spells for her, she isn't a fuckin freeloader (like LEO), she knows that it's a craft, and that the hard work you do deserves to be compensated, and if you don't let her paay you for spells because you love her, then she'll just insist on paying for your next date, or buying you that trinket you've had your eye on for a while. you can't stop her.

Cassandra:

-she only cares if you can do spells to help her conquer the world (and if you can hex her enemies c:<)

-no but forreal i think she would love to have a witch lover, and would want to participate, she'd be the BEST at raising energy for spellwork and ritual!

-i think she'd actually make a super powerful practitioner once she learned how to direct her energy

-she would 100% collect bones, so if you're the type of witch to like that, then she may just give you a few from her collection.

-bitch would SLAY at baneful magick

Casey Jr.:

-an alt boy and his witchy partner, is there a better combo than that?

-seriously though, I feel like he would love to just sit around while you were doing magick, he likes to watch, and likes it even more if you teach him anything.

-i feel like he would really only ever use magick for others though. Like if he was struggling, the thought of doing a spell to help himself doesn't even cross his mind, but one of his friends or family members has even the slightest issues and he's jumping for his athame (he would def mainly use an athame, a pretty basic and minimalistic one though).

-another one who just brings you anything he can find that's even slightly related to your craft, and brags about how amazing you are to everyone, all the time.

-please teach him how to use tarot, he wants to commune with the spirits. he'll be responsible, he swears c:

[daflangstlairde-art]

lightning in our fingertips today

Work 1 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Summary:

Donnie and Leo get hit with a wayward body swap spell. You could say it gives Donnie a new perspective on the matters of his dear twin. When was Leo going to tell them that his Ninpō hurts him?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Raph was, in fact, able to fit through Donnie’s portal, though it was a tight squeeze, him and his bombastic size. Which was beneficial as always, considering today’s foe. 

“Mikey!” Leo yelled in Donnie’s voice, but with his own Leader Voice™, “He's gonna bring down that building, there's people–” 

“ON IT!” Mikey yelled back, which was as much of a relief as it wasn't. He was one of their heavy hitters, yet nimble and dexterous enough to greatly evade the giant robot they were fighting at the moment. 

Oh, yeah, by the way. They’re fighting a big robot, controlled by one boy wannabe-genius Baxter Stockboy. 

(That little twerp was lucky the robot was bulky and colored and didn’t quite resemble the K–)

“I’LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A LITTLE TWERP!” the kid belted through the robot’s intercom, swinging yet another massive fist. He wasn't quite Godzilla sized, thankfully, he was smaller than that Purple Dragons mech; but he was big enough to cause some concerning destruction. Especially with his uncoordinated piloting of the thing, and he had the gall to call himself a kid genius, Donnie could do better in his sleep–!

Ahem.

Raph was matching him swing for swing, taking the brunt of the damage.

What was Donnie doing during all this?

Oh, not much, thanks for asking. Mostly feeling useless. 

Leon’s swords were akin to toothpicks compared to this guy’s sheer size. Metal against metal? Not very useful. And it was becoming horribly evident to Donnie just how much they’ve grown to rely on Leo’s portals during battle—moving them in and out and sideways and up and down at a constant pace based on so, so much trust of his sheer capability to conceptualize and execute it all in mere seconds. 

And yes, sure, Donnie would try. He would eat one of Raph’s post-workout socks before he ever said Leo was smarter than him! 

If it wasn't for the NEAR-LITERAL SHOCKS OF EVERY PORTAL. 

(Yes, he had attempted the thing where Leo hurled his sword and teleported to it. It made him immediately bend over and almost vomit. Woo.) 

And Donnie wouldn't be feeling quite so cripplingly superfluous in this altercation, if he wasn't watching Leo use his own mystic powers unbothered. 

He watched Leo laugh with his voice, whizzing through the air with his hover shell. He watched Leo summon a construct of a large rocket at the end of the bō, spinning in a circle for momentum and slamming it into Stockbot, synchronizing it with Raph’s attack to try and bring the robot down. Leo then immediately flew away, flipping and stumbling through the air to avoid the big hand attempting to snatch him. He readied several constructs of... something... sharp, not any specific object (he was already building his personalized way of using Donnie’s Ninpō–), and sent them off to barrage the control punct of the robot. It had admittedly durable defenses, unfortunately, but if they just managed to crack it open, Donnie could get inside and disable it.

Or he could just portal in, haha! Not.

Donnie swallowed the thorns in his throat. His right shoulder hurt, sending its painful pulses down his arm and between his shoulder blades as well.

It– it was an awful feeling. It was choking and freezing, this inner mockery of useless useless useless. 

What good was he, as the robot punched Raph so hard his projection wavered? What good was he, as Stockbot slapped Leo and sent him hurling through the air? What good was he, as concrete and glass rained down from all the fighting, narrowly avoiding Mikey as he rushed people out with the help of his chains?

(There were more people than they thought, Mikey sure was taking his time–)

What good was he, small and weak? What good was he, with complicated and janky portals? 

What good was he, cocky and arrogant with nothing to show for it? What good was he, lazy and careless? 

What good was he, a leader stationary in the middle of a fight? 

What good was he, letting his BROTHERS get HURT?! 

What good was he alive when they were DY–?! 

“NO YOU STUPID MUTANTS–!”

“MIKEY GET OUT FROM–” 

Donnie was snapped back to reality at the sound of his own voice, and then there was a massive crash as finally, finally the robot was sent toppling over.

...Right into an already compromised building, concrete and glass and supports all shattering and crumbling under his weight. 

“MIKEY!” 

“MIKEY–”

“NO!”

Crumbling right on top of their little brother. 

(And, like, a whole bunch of people, or whatever.)

And Donnie was hurling a sword through the air before he thought twice about it. And to the same melody, only the afterimage of purple flew through his vision, and then everything. Collapsed. 

Donnie braced in place, going into his shell for protection as rocks fell to the ground and shattered. Car horns going off, glass shards raining, dust and pebbles kicking up and expanding outwards and making him hack and cough even hidden inside. 

“MIKEY!” Raph’s yell was loud enough to echo off alongside the cacophony of the scene. The creaking and crashing kept going off, alarms blaring, people yelling, sirens in the distance getting nearer. 

And judging by the sudden oddness of some of the sounds, Donnie immediately knew exactly what his older brother was trying to do. 

“RAPH WAIT NO!” Donnie shot out of Leo’s shell, picking up the one katana still with him, that he'd dropped. He coughed in the middle of all the dust, but the red glow of Raph’s Ninpō was easily visible through it. 

“I’M GETTING ‘EM OUT!” 

“NO!” Donnie insisted, desperate. “RAPH, LISTEN!” 

And Raph paused, hands on the rubble of the collapsed building. 

“Leo used my Ninpō, he probably created a pocket of SPACE for them!” Donnie yelled up at him, “Do NOT move the rest! You may set the structural integrity off and SEND IT ALL CRASHING ON TOP OF THEM!” 

He couldn't quite make out Raph’s expression at this, though the dust was settling. However, so very carefully, his older brother put aside the pieces he was already holding. 

“And YOU!” Donnie snarled at Stockboy, flying away through an emergency parachute and ditching the robot in the still-collapsing remains of the building. Dust was still being unsettled, so he couldn’t even see the kid’s face. “You better DEAL WITH THIS!”

“What do you want me to do?! I CAN’T EVEN GET THE MECH OUT BECAUSE YOU TURTLES BROKE IT!” Stockboy seethed. However, he sounded much less confident than before. Notes of nervousness, perhaps guilt in his voice. Donnie would guess he did NOT mean for all this to get so out of hand. 

“Then what the heck do we do?!” Raph exclaimed, panicky. 

“I– I sent a sword in there!” Donnie informed him, “I can... get them out!” he stated, though he himself was... unsure quite how to do that. Uh. Uh. 

(Useless good for nothing selfish they're dead because of you you're NOTHING–)

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling beneath the weight of... of... of whatever he was feeling, what was he feeling?! 

Panic, surely. He had to get their brothers out of there. 

Raph dissipated his projection to come up to him and place his hands on his shoulders—Leo’s shoulders, Leo was in there, they were going to die–

“Hey, hey, L– Dee, it's okay,” Raph spoke and Donnie latched onto it. “Breathe, brother,” 

Argh, right, he'd forgotten to do that, what with all the dust. But it was settled now, and Donnie gasped in a proper breath, and then another, and another, coughing a little.

“You've got this!” Raph clapped his back, looking towards the debris. People were coming out to crowd around the massive pile of crumbling concrete, concerned and scared for those trapped inside.

Right, Donnie had to get them out. Right. 

...How in the FLIPPY TIME AND SPACE was he going to get them out?! His body felt too tight, and he felt overwhelmed. There was some tar-like feeling absolutely choking his lungs (hateful inadequacy). It felt like there was a building collapsed on top of him. 

“I, I...” 

“It's okay! You've got this Don! You just gotta focus!” Raph encouraged him. And... and that did help. A smidge. 

Even though Raph’s claim was entirely baseless. 

Even though he was useless he's always been useless all he’ll ever be good for is GETTING THEM KILLED–

Donnie bonked his head with a fist, clenching his jaw. He had to focus. 

Focus on the sword. 

Focus on your brothers. 

Focus on how needed you are. Focus on how much you love them.

Focus on– why couldn't Donnie just focus?! 

Human emergency personnel were arriving to deal with the immediate damages of the situation. The Invasion was a mere month ago, the city still hadn't healed from that; this won't be their priority for long. Save whoever you can, add another wreckage to the tally. 

Donnie needed to get his brothers out. So why couldn't he? 

There was a background screaming in his head. Drowning out everything else with you're useless you've always been useless you're nothing without them you're nothing to compared to them. Selfish and arrogant and lazy and uncoordinated and mean and annoying and unpredictable. Waste of space of air of life, they're so much better off without you. 

You should've went into that building. You should've bit the bullet and endured the wreckage and made yourself worth something for once in your pathetic life. 

(Donnie was on the ground, curled up, hands pressed to the sides of his head. He wanted to vocally beg it all to just shut up shut up SHUT UP–)

You should've made better calls during the fight, you should've moved, you should've done SOMETHING besides STANDING there and being WORTHLESS. 

You were supposed to LEARN. You were supposed to be BETTER and you couldn't even do THAT. You RUINED them, you've ruined them your ENTIRE LIFE and you will never, EVER stop. 

You died once and it didn't even stick. 

Might as well have STAYED DEA– 

—

Donnie had a meltdown in the middle of the wreckage. Donnie almost threw up on the ground while his oldest brother held him, desperately trying to figure out how to help. Donnie felt like screaming. Donnie felt like taking the katana, Leo’s katana, and– 

...

Thankfully, he calmed down faster than the emergency services work. Or... “calmed down” is... too good of a label. Really, something inside him cut into his flesh, and his thoughts gained a metallic sharpness to them. 

Hand clutching onto a singular katana. His right hard, the shoulder of which was hurting for literally no reason. 

But it's fine! It's fine. He is. So fine. 

He was not fine at all but he needed to act. 

He could teleport to the other katana, because he was eighty three percent sure he landed it right next to Mikey, having planned to–

...To what? Teleport into the midst of an actively collapsing building? Insane. Why did he do that?! That made no sense!

But now, it could be buried under nothing but rocks. Not ideal, for sure. 

Portal, then. 

...GAH, except how was he supposed to portal in there when he doesn't know exactly where “there” IS?! 

Donnie let out a long high-pitched sound, teeth clenched, throwing the damn sword to the ground hard enough for it to bounce off. 

“Donnie, Dee, hey, heeeyy, it's okay!” Raph was still trying to calm him down. He was fretting, he was freaking out too. Leo was usually the one to stay calm. Leo wasn't with them right now. 

...Wait. WAIT. 

Donnie whipped his arm up, pressing on the comm, oh he'd completely forgotten their comms! 

“Leo, Mikey, come in,” he demanded with a cold, desperate edge to it. “Leo, Mikey, come in. Come in.”

Raph huddled close, fidgeting and wide-eyed and smelling of concern–

A crackle. Coughing. 

“Donnie!” Mikey exclaimed, and Donnie felt relief douse over him and Raph like a fire extinguisher. “We're okay! ...Well. Sort of. THERE'S A BUNCH OF US! You gotta get us out!!!” 

“Any bright ideas on how to do that, Michael?!” Donnie said through teeth. 

There was a pause. Someone speaking in the background, and if Donnie strained, he could recognize–

“Leo says your– I mean his sword is here!!!” Mikey exclaimed. 

Oh, oh dear chocolate chip muffins, thank you Universe.

“Leo, answer your comm!” Raph exclaimed into his own, voice cracking. Wait, why didn't he think to contact them earlier– 

(He was busy dealing with his useless meltdown–)

“He uh, kinda can't at the mo!” Mikey replied instead. 

“WHAT?!” 

“HE'S OKAY! But he's using Donnie’s Ninpō to hold up the rocks from crushing us!” 

Oh. Oh. 

Oh, that was an excellent idea. Once again Donnie profusely thanked the Universe. They were okay. 

He exhaled, infused with relief.

“Alright, put him on with yours then,” Donnie pointed out.

“Oh. Right.” shuffling, 

“Heeeyyy bros,” Leo’s—or, well, technically Donnie’s—straining voice came through the comm. 

“Leo, how do I–?!” 

“Okay D-boy, listen up,” Leon immediately began, and Donnie listened up. “You don't have much space to get in here, but you can use the sword as an anchor, mkay? I’m sorry bro, I know they’re not all fun, but we're gonna need another portal,” 

“Okay.” Donnie said readily, the clear guidance settling the vibrating animal inside his brain. 

He was prepared. He knew he'd do anything for his family, anytime. It was never a question. 

“You just gotta focus on it. Think of it as, like... uh... hm... the swords are like– like the same, right? So think of them as one object! And that object just exists simultaneously in two places at the same time, like... like that guy Schröder’s cat or whatever–”

“You mean Schrödinger's cat?” Donnie deadpanned. 

“Yes, exactly! Both are equally–” a grunt, background speaking, “–possible at the same time, right? So you just... get one to be the one you focus on instead, which is the current one. And it's just, like– same with taking people with you,”

That... made positively no sense. 

...And yet. It was far, far more logic than to just wing it, to go by the feeling of it. Far more logic and, quite frankly, science than doing it like magic. 

It... occurred to Donnie that Leo has never spoken of how his mystic abilities actually worked. It's always been “Oh, you know how it is, haha,” or “I just fhwip and slash and boom, portal!” or such. 

Donnie would not have guessed in a million years that his twin actually put that much thought into it all. And all so physics-based, too. 

“Dee?” 

“Yeah, yes, I understand,” Donnie stated, and to his shock, he... may have even meant that. “Alright, if we're lucky—see you in a moment, Nardo,” Donnie started getting back to his feet.

“Hey,” Leo’s, or, well, his own voice with Leo’s tone made him pause. 

“Yeah?” 

“You've got this,” 

Said so sincerely. So full of trust and love and faith. Leo’s smile was audible. And Raph put his hand on Donnie’s shoulder and smiled, echoing the same. 

Leo actually knew what the portals are like. Leo had easily used Donnie’s Ninpō. So maybe, he did know what he was talking about when he said that.

Donnie took a deep breath, and picked up the sword for the umpteenth time.

—

It is nauseating, it is painful, and quite frankly, it is draining. Bafflingly draining. But Donnie got into the little pocket that Leo was holding up using abstract constructs of supports, and then Donnie made as big of a portal as he could for all of them to exit through. 

They left the authorities to deal with the remains of today’s failure, and instead headed home. For which Donnie had to muster up yet another unpleasant portal. 

Agh. If he’d just... managed to swallow down his hesitation during the fight, all of this could’ve been prevented! This entire mess! 

Well. At least his brothers were okay. 

“You’re not hurt? Anywhere? You’re sure?” Raph fretted over Mikey, as they all went through the portal to their living room.

“Yes, Raph, I’m sure,” Mikey insisted for the fourth time, getting more irritable about it. “It is literally JUST a sprained wrist, do you see my intestines spilling out from it?!”

“...no,”

“Then I’M FINE!” Mikey threw his hands in exasperation. 

“Leo? What about you?” Donnie directed. Leo was strangely quiet, just grinning in amusement off to the side. 

Was he tired? Or was he staying out of it on purpose in order to not call attention to himself? 

...Or... was he being strangely quiet? Now that Donnie thought about it...

...Huh. Leo was quiet a lot, recently. Not to the point where any of them would notice, but he’s been less annoying than ever. 

Donnie had just attributed it to him becoming a bit more serious after the Invasion. Or perhaps as a natural effect of growing up and maturing from a rowdy teenager—a settling into contentment. 

But now that he was wearing Donnie’s face... well. Like all the other... points of notice, it was only becoming evident now. Donnie would bet their other two brothers hadn’t noticed any change in Leo’s presence whatsoever, either.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m all good,” Leo shrugged, easy, idly twirling Donnie’s bō. A neutral smile on his face. 

“Are your hands hurting?” Donnie asked. 

“What?” Leo blinked at him. 

“You know,” Donnie gestured. When his twin’s expression didn’t clear in understanding, he continued, “Because of the Ninpō...? You said it hurts you to use it as well, right?” he pointed out. 

“Oh–” Leo opened his mouth to respond–

“It hurts you to use it?” Raph frowned. “What??? But you were training with it yesterday and today?” 

Donnie’s eyes shot to Leo at the newly revealed information.

...What? 

Leo had practiced using his Ninpō???

That explained how he was so proficient with it during the altercation, but... but he said it hurt him! Did he lie about it??? But why???

Or did he simply... bite the bullet, power through the hurt to train?

But that was–! Leo? Taking initiative to train? When he had a perfectly good reason not to?? What????

“Yeah, I mean,” Leo shrugged, chuckling, stepping away. “It wasn’t that bad, and hey, it paid off, right?” he twirled Donnie’s bō. “Speaking of, dude, Dee, I totally get why you fly so much with this thing, it was awesome, bro you really are epic with this tech stuff–” Leo gestured with a thumb to the battle shell on his back, turning around, and wait what is that– “I’ll go leave it uuuhhhh you said in the lab, right? Should I leave the staff there too–”

Donnie rushed forwards before Leo could slip away and yanked him back by the mask tails. 

“All good, huh?” Donnie repeated Leon’s earlier answer, sharp. “Then what is this?” he flicked the bruise on the back of Leo’s head, making him wince. Well, technically Donnie’s head. Eugh, that won’t be fun to deal with once he's back in his body. 

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Huh? What’s what? Do I have something on my head–?” he reached over to feel the spot. 

Oh. Did he really not notice the... frankly big bruise deepening in color as they spoke...? 

Donnie squinted at his twin’s face. Well, his own face currently being worn by his twin, except with Leo’s blue mask. 

Hm. 

Instead of replying, Donnie just began dragging Leo to the kitchen for a bag of frozen peas. Leo-in-his-body felt heavier than him-in-Leo’s-body, and Donnie chose to blame it on the battle shell. And not on the weird nausea that came with having a full meal. 

Leo complained, but it was more jokey than anything, dramaticized. It brought a little more normalcy to this entire situation. But not enough normalcy. Because it still felt off. 

Maybe it’s because of the body switch, Donnie kept excusing to himself. But all these teensy tiny things were shaping up to an ugly picture. A concerning picture. 

Donnie was concerned for his twin. 

But they really were very tiny things, things Donnie most definitely could be overthinking. Seeing signs where there are none. Symptoms caused by much more reasonable reasons

Maybe Leo did simply become more responsible and decided to train. Maybe he found it fun to goof around with Donnie’s Ninpō and just called it training. Maybe he really didn’t feel whatever whacked him on the head hard enough to cause the nasty bruising. Maybe the nausea was Donnie’s own distaste for food heightened by being in a whole different body. Maybe Leo was just as loud and talkative as he was pre-Invasion and it was only Donnie’s perception that was altered by other factors. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Donnie slapped his hand over the light switch in the kitchen, and Leo winced, squinting. 

Donnie opened the freezer and shoved the bag of frozen veggies into Leo’s hands. With a “Aw you’re being such a sweet pea,” Leo pressed it to the back of his head. 

“Stay here,” Donnie demanded, and then strode out of the room. He needed a penlight. 

“Dee?” Mikey asked as he passed by, a bit concerned. 

“I’m fine, just gotta take care of a certain moron,” Donnie exhaled through his—Leo’s—nose. 

He fetched a pen light from med bay. He returned to the kitchen, where the rest of his brothers had gathered. 

He returned just as Leo was seemingly trying to smoothly exit, actually, but Donnie wasn’t letting that happen. He took Leo by the arm and brought him to sit at the kitchen island, instead. The way Leo went along with it made Donnie doubt whether he’d actually been trying to leave. Maybe he’d just moved out of Raph’s way or something. 

“Eyes open, look over here,” Donnie situated himself in front of Leo. Leo blinked, and turned his eyes towards Donnie. Donnie clicked the penlight on and shone it at Leo’s eyes. 

Immediately, Leo winced and snapped his eyes shut, turning away from the light with a complaint of “Dude, are you trying to blind me–” 

“Leonardo, what date is it?” Donnie clicked the penlight off, crossing his arms. Leo’s arms, technically. 

“Um, I dunno, Thursday,” Leo huffed, rubbing his eyes with a hand. 

Wow. First question and he already got it wrong. Impressive. But, to be fair, it was Leo, it’s not like he was the master of keeping track of time. That would be Donnie. 

“Can you spell your name backwards?”

“Okay, that one is just unfair–”

“Can you stand up and hop on one foot three times?” Donnie stepped back to give him space. 

Instead, Leo just squinted at him. “...Dude, I don’t have a concussion,” he snorted. “I’d know if I did,”

“Uh-huh,” that remained to be seen. But this did remind Donnie of how Leo had performed the very same checks on him just yesterday, right after they got switched up. Donnie ran through Leo’s behavior since then, to check if that’s actually when the concussing occurred. 

If it was, Leo had covered it up excellently. 

“Then you won’t have trouble hopping on one foot three times, hmmmm?” Donnie raised his brow ridges. He hadn’t bothered with asking questions such as “Are you dizzy?” because at this point, he had a well-educated guess exactly what Leo’s answer would be. They needed concrete evidence on this.

Leo huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. Donnie watched him catch the eyes of their other two brothers with the gesture. The way they were watching. Also waiting for him to simply do it. 

That’s what finally incited Leo to sigh, and push himself up to his feet, eyes squinting again. He put the bag of frozen vegetables on the kitchen island, and stood on one foot. 

Safe to say, he absolutely did have a concussion. 

And he hadn’t mentioned even a word about it. Nay, when Donnie outright asked after his well-being, Leo lied. 

...

The question was, why?

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

How Would The Two Of You Work Through A Problem?

BatmanVsTmnt!Turtles x reader

Warnings: Spelling

Leonardo:

As a boyfriend, Leo is the epitome of chivalry and loyalty. He's the one who plans thoughtful surprises, whether it's a rooftop dinner overlooking the city or a quiet movie night in the lair. His protective nature extends to your well-being, and he's always there to offer a strong and steady presence. Leonardo values communication and is open to discussing anything, making sure you feel heard and understood.

Yet Leo can be moody and quiet when something is bothering him. He may not hold grudges, but he will remember things that have happened. It can take him quite some time before he opens up about a problem, and when it happens it’s usually when he’s about to explode and meditation doesn’t help anymore. You often have to remind him that people aren’t mind readers, and if he has a problem he needs to communicate it.

Leo knows it’s a problem and actively works on it. He had found that dairies often helps him. With time he becomes better at communicating when something is bothering him. It usually starts with him telling you he needs a hug or a moment alone, before he ever so slowly explains what’s going on in his head. Raph didn’t listen to him, and that day it hurt him emotionally. Mikey broke his gift from Master Splinter, and even though it was an accident he took it personally. You didn’t catch it last night when he told you he loved you, and he knows you probably just didn’t hear him, but he started to overthink. With practice it becomes easier for him, and he is forever grateful that you was patient with him. You spend long hours with him, talking through his feelings about his brother's actions, before he would talk to them himself, calm and collective.

Raphael:

Raph, is a fiercely protective boyfriend with a soft spot for you. He's not one for grand gestures, but his actions speak louder than words. Raphael is the one who stands up for you when needed, and his loyalty is unwavering. Underneath the tough exterior, he cares deeply and expresses his love through actions, whether it's training together or silently sharing a quiet moment.

But if there’s one thing Raph has issues with, it’s trust issues. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, because he does, but he doesn’t trust the people around you. Steven at work complimented you? Alex from class asked you for a pen? Well, Raph will tell you what he thinks about it, often with colorful words. It has caused sarcastic comments and screaming matches between the two of you.

It was after one particularly bad argument that you and Raph came to the agreement that it couldn’t go on like that. You and him would say things you didn’t mean in the heat of the moment, hurting both of you. It wasn’t easy to start the conversation, but both of you wanted to fix this before it could ruin more than it already had. You talked about what caused the arguments, and how you both felt about it. Both of you gave each other time to speak out, listening closely and patiently at what the other had to say. You talked about Raph’s insecurities when it came to the human guys from school and work you told him about, and how it made him feel. You talked about how you felt like Raph didn’t trust you, when in actuality his anger and insecurities was directed at them. It was a conversation the two of you would have several times. Not because you guys didn’t listen, but because it was nice. It helped Raph feel more secure in his own feelings by voicing them, and it helped you gain a greater insight into his emotions.

Donatello:

Donnie, the tech genius, is a caring and supportive boyfriend. He's the type to stay up late working on a project just to make a gadget that would make your life easier. His passion for knowledge extends to understanding you on a deep level, and he's a great listener. Donatello is always ready to help you solve problems, and his sense of humor adds a lightness to the relationship.

Donnie will often focus on fixing the problem instead of listening to what the problem is. You deeply appreciate it and adore him for trying, but sometimes you just need him to sit down and listen to what you’re feeling, without telling you what you should do about it, along with the numbers behind his thoughts and how he came to the conclusion. You know it’s just him trying to help, but it is not what you need at that moment. Donnie couldn’t help but get a little hurt whenever you told him not to talk about numbers and facts.

Finally you and Donnie have a sit down and talk about it. You’re looking for emotional support in these deep personal conversations to feel comfort, and Donnie found comfort in facts and things that could be observed. You agreed to use scales to measure emotions before talking about them. Are you sad? From 1 - 10, 1 being just a little down, and 10 being all the way down in the dumps. That would always make it way easier for Donnie to go into the conversation and be the supporter you needed in that moment. After each you would give each other feedback. Did you feel validated? Did Donnie feel validated? Did one of you accidentally cross a boundary? It is not easy talking about these things, but both you and Donnie are ready to work hard in order to make your relationship work, and to make sure that both of you feel emotionally validated.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is the fun-loving and adventurous boyfriend. Every day with him feels like an exciting journey, filled with laughter and spontaneity. He's the master of surprises, planning impromptu pizza picnics on rooftops or midnight skateboard sessions through the city. Michelangelo's positivity is infectious, and he's the one who can turn a mundane day into an unforgettable adventure.

But sometimes Mikey will do before he thinks. He doesn’t do it out of ill intent and often just doesn’t think about how his actions may affect others. Will eat the leftover pizza you had been dreaming about all day at work or school? He had done that quite a few times. Will do five hours of video games instead of doing that one thing you asked him to do? You had stopped counting, and honestly it made you mad quite a few times.

But how did you and Mikey get through this minor struggle in your relationship, that ever so slowly has started taking up more space in your day to day lives and daily conversations? Both of you realized it might have something to do with Mikey’s ADHD tendencies, which led the two of you to your next question. How do you help a person with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD in their daily life? Well, you couldn’t stop Mikey from eating the pizza, but he did agree on getting you a new one when you came home. That greatly improved both of your moods, especially when he would come back with an extra one for himself, so the two of you could eat together. But when it came to doing daily tasks, you and Mikey took it one step at the time. Post It notes didn’t help much, and neither did a checklist. But body doubling did wonders! You could be sitting in the kitchen doing work or homework, and Mikey would get the dishes done in no time. As long as you were nearby, he found it way easier to overcome whatever task the two of you had agreed on.

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A/N: The lack of Batman Vs Tmnt gif's on the internet is making me slightly agitated.

[angelpuns]

Also some design updates for these guys, we'll see if they stick!

Leo has a jacket instead of a scarf now ( due to some stuff I added to the doc and realized his design needed an update to reflect the changes) he also has two stripes and a bit of a different head shape. also longer pants. I'm trying a new eye design too, but I've tried it before and get tired of it easily so we'll see how long that lasts!

Mikey is more round. That's p much it cause he was perfect from the get-go LMAO l. Also made him even younger to better reflect mine and my youngest sibling's own age gap ( which is actually 8 years, but I couldn't make it that big or they would be the teenage mutant ninja turtles anymore ).

Donnie finally got a gov. Designated turtle species!!! I ended up going with Southern Painted turtle so he and Leo kinda match!! He also got a snoot!! And became a noodle :)

Raph is almost exactly the same except more square, with shorter mask tails.

I've simplified all their limbs to match their hands too, plus I like this look better overall. I've been thinking about changing Leo's mask tails to look more like styled hair, but I really really like him with the long flowing ones, so we'll just have to see :)

I've added so much to the Google doc that I an risking getting way too excited for it and not finishing other stuff, but thankfully writing it down here means I will have to be held accountable and that I'll have to finish stuff!! Plus I'm sure everyone wants to know what happens at the end of the Kid Leo au ;)

[j3st3r-13]

Thinkin bout forming a special bond w Michael being totally spoiled by him 🥰

oh anon your so right.

it would start off simple enough, a friend of a friend or a work colleague or maybe you make his coffee in a bean machine. and then he takes an interest in you. Mikey doesn't know what it is about you. what makes you so special? is it how when the light hits you it makes you look like an angel sent down to save him, save him from his failing marriage, from his bratty kids and his path of destruction

maybe it's how you laugh at his shitty jokes, how you dont call him fat or snakey or rude or chubby or treacherous or spineless or hypocritical or a whore. you give him a chance to exist outside his wrongdoings and after that great gift how can he not worship you?

you dont think nothing of it at first. he gives you a new coat when yours get damaged and when your eyes light up, he can feel himself lighting up as well. seeing you pleased lowers his guard it makes you feel good and it makes him feel good. so he keeps going.

a coffee here, a bag there a necklace cause he feels like it. soon your home is spilling with remnants of Michael. you try and convince him that you dont need these silver earring but he won't hear it, you still half heartedly complain, it's practically tradition now. you hope he knows it's because you dont want him to think that your using him, but it doesn't seem like he cares either way. the watch he bought you lies on the side. the flowers he bought you light up the hallway. the boiler he paid to have fixed hums instead of growls now.

and he spoils you in all sorts of other ways as well. entangled in your sheets he praises every movement, worships every inch of skin and blesses every small noise. it makes him feel 20 again, and in your lamps soft light, he looks 20 again. he sheds the eyebags and the wrinkles like the second skin trevor delights on reminding him he wears and crawls into your arms like your his salvation.

its amanda who points it out, a scalding comment about how your practically a sugar baby after he buys your dream car sends the small mention of the gift into a full blown screaming match.

when he leaves again, he drives to you without thinking. he knows the path to your home better then he knows himself. he knows every turn and every traffic light. every obstacle

and when his hand raps against the door, you call him into your home, where his gifts smell like you. your coffee cups spill across the counters. he sees you and kisses you, its beautiful desperately so, the way your teeth clack and a thousand promises slip from his lips, past yours down your throat and into your lungs.

you dont know what makes this kiss so much different from the others until his hand cradles yours and you notice that the cool metal wedding band that haunts you is gone.

and that is the first gift he gives you that you can't bring yourself to oppose

[awarmbowlofhomemadesoup]

Leoichi but make it Oblivious x Oblivious part 2

See part 1

Part 3

Leo and Usagi would be insufferable together even if everyone but them had realized that they were into each other. 

The turtle bros are casually physical with each other and Usagi had rubbed off on that with Leo, like grabbing Leo’s arm and dragging Leo’s attention to whatever distracted him this time. 

Leo and Usagi would definitely do victory poses together after defeating a bunch of bad guys (the others could tell they had practiced). 

Since there’s almost a foot of height difference between them, Usagi would sometimes use Leo’s shell as a landing pad or a springboard. Their team-up practices made Leo get used to bracing his feet each time. 

They definitely hype each other up, Mr. Greatest Swordsman Ever and Mr. Greatest Ninja of All Time.

Leo once confided in Usagi that who would want to date him if they found out he almost caused the world to end in the most devastating invasion anyone could ever imagine. 

Usagi immediately jumped to defend him. “That’s not true, Leo! You’re pretty and funny and strong, and you strive to do better! Anyone would be an idiot not to see that.”

Leo blinked before putting a hand over his mouth. But he wasn’t going to be one-upped in such manner. “Aaaw, you’re pretty awesome too, Usagi! Screw your grandfather’s tragic love life! If anyone would choose over you, they’re an idiot when you’re cute and dependable and-”

And because Usagi’s face was cupped by Leo’s hands in Leo’s attempt to drive the point home, Usagi’s voice was muffled when he interjected, “I think you’re handsome too, Leo!”

Gen, who was walking by at that point, aged 10 years in exasperation over the two before continuing on his way. 

Stupid Sparring

Usagi once mentioned the time he defeated a guy with a table. Leo mentioned the time he used two swordfishes to beat up bad guys. 

They ended up in a match against each other with Gen, Kitsune and Chizu cheering Usagi on while he has no weapon but a table, while Raph, Don and Mikey rooted for Leo armed with nothing but a pair of swordfishes. Both parties are waiting to make fun of their champion if they fail spectacularly. Donnie, of course, recorded the whole thing for his Youtube channel. 

Top comment of the YouTube video asked when would the rabbit and the turtle kiss.

How They Actually Spar

At least once a week, their spar would be a serious, learning-from-each-other, battle of skill and strategy. Then Usagi would respectfully thank Leo and Leo would mirror him since the formality is part of Usagi’s culture, and to Leo’s extent, his own. 

The rest of the time, it’s a sort of playful banter and showing-off-to-friends-brothers spar that somehow goes into an escalating self-feeding cycle of rivalry-to-tension-to-more-rivalry-to-more-tension because Usagi always rose to a challenge and Leo was competitive. They would often end up on the floor, too exhausted to even be confused about what the heck was that about.

A Moment in the Minotaur Maze

Leo wanted to go to the Minotaur Maze again to get his face on the wall of champions. Usagi wanted to go too because he, Gen, Kitsune, and Chizu couldn’t reach the maze's center in record time. 

Neither brothers nor friends wanted to go. So it was just Leo and Usagi.

“Good, maybe this time you’ll figure it out,” Kitsune said. “Figure what out?” Usagi asked before being dragged by Leo away to their epic quest. 

Said epic quest ended sourly when Leo had a flashback. They got out of the maze with Leo’s mood in shambles, frustrated at himself for having a flashback and failing at the maze again.

After making sure that Leo was alright, Usagi marched straight back to the maze and cheated.

Leo was flabbergasted out of his funk when Usagi presented his picture next to Leo’s in the Wall of Cheaters.

“I thought samurais are supposed to be honorable,” Leo said.

“An honor that I can regain,” Usagi said with dramatic loftiness, “when we’ll try again next time. But for now,” he gestured at their pictures together, “Anata wa hitori ja nai,” he finished in his native language to let Leo know that he meant it.

Usagi wondered why Leo was looking at him like that. 

The next day, Chizu, Gen and Kitsune stared at Usagi’s picture on the said wall. 

“And I cheated,” Usagi proudly said, “on purpose.” (“That’s the point of cheating, Usagi,” Gen said)

Reflections in the Night

On those nights when insomnia hits and Leo couldn’t distract himself with his family, Leo privately reflects. 

Leo knew that he could be egotistical and Usagi could be too. But that’s the thing. Usagi’s ego is based on valid confidence in his sword skill and a positive aspiration to be like his ancestor. While Leo’s ego comes from a feeling of lack and doubt. 

Leo was very much aware that while Usagi chased aft his ancestor Usagi like a beacon of light, Leo was chasing after the light that was his Usagi. Which was why Leo valued their friendship. A lot. More than he would let on.

He hoped their friendship would last for a long, long time. 

The First Base is Adoption

It was a while before they let Usagi know that Case Jr. was from the future.

When Usagi asked about himself, Junior said he had known Master Leonardo as a single dad his whole life. Usagi wondered what he meant by that. 

Leo happily said that at least they gave Splinter a grandkid in the alternate future timeline.

Usagi was silent as he thought of how isolated the turtles were before they knew of the hidden city, and how Auntie raised him alone on a farm. “Do you want to adopt together someday?” he asked.

Leo gasped, “You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do it for us; besides our friends and your brothers, we’re a team.”

At this rate, Chizu, who was in the same room, threw up her hands before saying, “I can’t.” At this rate, those two would have kids before they’d even start dating. 

The Fell Asleep Together Trope

Leo and Usagi once fell asleep together in the Hidden Lair’s living room. It looked less than a reason to cover Mikey’s eyes and more like the impression of a body dumped on top of another body. Leo’s temperature ran cool, and Usagi’s ran warm. Together they both achieved a perfect balance that conked them out deeper into their sleep. 

They woke up with the worst cricks on their necks.

[lavenderbuckyy]

some random stucky headcanons :)

their fave cuddling position is bucky lying on top of steve. steve likes the deep pressure and bucky likes the opportunity to just conk out for a few hours

speaking on cuddling positions, they either go to sleep with steve as little spoon or with bucky laying his head on steve's chest (warm and comfy...)

steve ALWAYS forgets where he puts his stuff. keys, wallet, you name it. bucky, on the other hand, ALWAYS remembers where steve leaves his stuff

steve: "have you seen my-"

bucky: "next to the fruit bowl"

similarly, he always leaves his helmet in dumb locations, like on the bookcase or next to the sink

bucky likes washing steve for him in the shower. he likes feeling him up (lol), but he also likes getting to take care of him

when steve blushes, it reaches his cheeks, ears and eight down his chest. bucky thinks it's the cutest thing ever

they frequently fight over whether waffles (bucky) or pancakes (steve) are better

steve watches youtube videos to learn how to do different braids on bucky

bucky's an unrepentant space nerd and makes them watch space documentaries. steve loves seeing him happy and takes note of any upcoming ones (because steve is also a nerd)

usually steve resigns himself to a quiet chuckle at something, so bucky takes it as a total win when he can get steve to laugh LOUD

sometimes steve laughs so hard he snorts

bucky learns how to make steve's favourite apple cake that his ma used to make him and makes him it every birthday!

likewise steve learns how to bake for bucky's birthday. none of the other avengers know if it's any good or not because bucky has a horrendous sweet tooth and will like ANYTHING if it's a two-layered double-chocolate chocolate-buttercream monstrosity

steve's fast metabolism means he brings little snacks, like oranges or peanuts, everywhere he goes. bucky thinks it's the weirdly cute to see steve peeling his orange during an avengers meeting

steve loves carrying bucky <3

sometimes they wear matching pyjamas, partly to cause tony pain and partly because they're old men who like the same pjs

they have two separate sinks. steve's is utilitarian, with just a face wash, razor and shaving cream. bucky's is cluttered wigh hair oil, moisturiser, leave-in conditioner, serum...

bucky becomes a Plant Dad in the 21st century. steve buys him them as a gift and bucky is always very delighted and does a convoluted little "re-planting and naming" ceremony

bucky knits steve sweaters

steve takes forever to lace up his winter boots. bucky hates the damn things for this and wants to throw them out... but he was the one who insisted on buying steve them, because, "sneakers? in new york? in december? rogers, are you crazy?!"

they share boxers

bucky's fave fruit includes cherries, grapes and plums. steve's fave are apples, oranges and mango

bucky owns a collection of black oversized t-shirts. he is the only one out of the two of them who can tell the different ones apart

steve likes wearing fuzzy pyjama pants in winter :)

bucky is great with kids and loves little babies. however steve absolutely never gets baby fever which results in bucky going "look steve! look at the little baby shoes!" while steve goes uh huh yeah very interesting buck

steve wakes up with a crazy bedhead (headcanon courtesy of mikey!) and bucky thinks it's the cutest thing in the world. he loves kissing his crazy nest of hair

every time bucky gets a wash cut and blowdry he makes steve go "ooh! ahh! so bouncy!" while he preens

bucky frequently looks in mirrors throughout the day to make sure he's still lookin' good 😎 steve never checks mirrors and thus never knows when he has food on his face lmao

bucky would genuinely have them going to bed at 9 p.m. every night if steve didn't protest

steve is a smooth peanut butter person because he likes to spread it on things. bucky is a crunchy peanut butter person because he likes to eat it straight out of the jar

bucky pulls nasty dirty horrible tricks like going "okay... i guess my boyfriend will be MEAN to me... i guess he won't even stay and cuddle wth me and instead he's going to go RUN..." to guilt trip steve

(steve just kisses him goodbye and leaves anyway lmao)

steve reads mostly non-fiction, like biographies and historical books. bucky reads almost exclusively fiction, like sci-fi novels and trashy romances

steve loves funfetti cake

steve is super observant, not just about surroundings but people too

bucky is a certified freak about eating weird food combinations while steve is like Can We Be Normal. Just This Once at the dinner table

bucky is a dedicated LUSH customer. he's on the mailing list. the staff in there know him. one guy regularly hits on him which steve is absolutely NOT grumpy about.

[afreakingdork]

Crush Too Much - Part 13

RotTMNT Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings: Longing, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Overbearing Siblings, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis:  So you met a customer three times at work and that made a pretty big impression on you? That’s nothing to necessarily get worked up over, but when you’re all prepared to ask for his number the next time you see him and his brother gets involved instead, you might be in for something more than you bargained for.

FIRST 💜 PREVIOUS

Heartbreak.

It was strange how an ailment he’d been suffering from for well over a month felt so new with a proper diagnosis. Donatello had grown tired of the constant recontextualizing and recategorization of his memories he had been forced to do as of late. The past week had softened the initial blow and he was left with a single clear frame of reference: he was done with preconceived notions. He patted himself on the back for being having had the wherewithal to admit it. Fiasco after fiasco caused by his failure to make judgments on subjects that were far out of his depth had humbled him. That, though, didn’t mean there wasn’t time for research.

Heart·break

/ˈhärtˌbrāk/

variable noun

Heartbreak is very great sadness and emotional suffering, especially after the end of a love affair or close relationship.

Though there was no trace, Donatello had casually lamented the state of his browsing history. The tricky thing about these types of subjects is there is a true testable physiological response, but there is also a myriad of baseless think pieces. Sifting through them was arduous at best and comical at worst. Outside of the digital world, his brothers had retained some shreds of his dignity. He’d found that they’d placed no bets on his realization timeline and they were mostly just glad to have him present. He wasn’t sure if he would have suffered an indignity if they had tried teased him about his denseness. He felt no humiliation. He akined it to ridiculing a child for not knowing how to read if they had never been taught. He simply had nothing to compare it to. He did, however, feel immense guilt over acting out on half-baked assumptions. He prided himself on being a better scientist than that. In that regard, he’d let himself down.

Which was why, he decided, he was no longer going to make anymore guesses. Unfortunately, that ruling also meant he was stuck with different unsolved question: what was the source of his heartbreak? It was undeniably you, but in what way? The online consciences agreed that heartbreak was felt on a spectrum and he could subscribe to that logic. Where his feelings for you landed on that spectrum was a mystery. He’d warped them through a lens of dismissive science to such a degree, he wasn’t sure what was real anymore. It was yet another reason why he fatigued of pouring over the memories. He needed fresh, untainted data if he were to start the study anew. Though he’d come a long way in acknowledging his ignorance, he knew for a fact that reaching out first would be extremely stupid after everything he had done.

Frowning, Donatello stared down a long stretching rack of garments. Several rows over, he spied Mikey stretching out a blazer and squinting over it.

“Explain to me again what we’re looking for?”

There was a loud metallic clank as Mikey forcefully shoved a hanger back into its spot. “Aw, come on, Donnie! Haven’t I explained it a million times already?”

“Yes, it must be me who is failing to understand.” Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Donatello settled on drooping his lids.

Instead of going around, Mikey simply threaded himself through several racks of clothes until he reached his brother. “I need a fabric for the torso that screams ‘shaaazaa!’ Then maybe a thick retro material that kinda had a ‘ba-boo-roo’ thing going for it and, finally, I need something with that oomph factor!”

Each descriptor had been paired with a matching full body gesture. Mikey’s consistency had impressed Donatello, but that didn’t mean they made any more sense to him. “Riiiiight...”

“Glad we cleared that up.” Mikey punctuated the statement with a confirming wink before a pair of pants caught his eye.

“Does ‘ba-boo-roo’ have a English language color name?” Donatello scrunched his nose up from having to use the descriptor.

“It’s more of a pattern.” Mikey hummed, testing the elasticity of the stitching.

“Exasperated sigh.” Donatello mumbled to himself as he stared at the same rack he’d been standing at their entire duration in the store.

Mikey looked past the bottoms and to his brother. Lowering the garment, he made a move as if to grab something from in front of him, but shifted direction at the last moment to elbow Donnie's plastron instead. “Hey.”

“What?”

“You’re helping.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, having you here helps.”

Donatello turned to give his younger brother the full extent of his doubtful gaze.

“You are!” Mikey threw his arms up, pants trailing the move. “You got up early to come shopping with me right when these stores open.” Looking around them, only a few older women of poor eye sight were milling around. “I probably should have showed you my sketches so you had more of an idea what we’re looking for, but regardless; it’s emotional support!”

“My strong suit.” He could no longer withhold the eye roll.

“Suit…” Mikey rubbed his chin with the fabric. “Great idea! See, you are helping!”

“Michael, we really need to work on your elaboration.” Donatello raised his hand with the point but Mikey hung to pants hanger on the appendage instead.

“You go find three pin-striped suit jackets or…” Mikey squinted and looked to the upper right. “Any pattern that isn’t just blah in preferably a sack silhouette.” Bringing his gaze back, his eyes shimmered with the idea. “Let’s put 15 minutes on the clock, what’dya say?”

“I’d say that’s probably the most in depth instruction you’ve given me all day.” Donatello responded dryly, hanging the pants back up on a rack.

“Great, then let’s go!” The younger brother then disappeared by diving headfirst into a clothing stand.

Shaking his head at the action, Donatello set a timer on his cuff. He then looked up at the large signs that marked each section. Following them with an upturned gaze, he located suits. To accommodate the various lengths and paired items, this section's racks were twice the height of their companions. Turning down the row, he was met with an ocean of blacks and navys. Sighing audibly at the lack of selection, Donatello headed down the line and let an outstretched finger follow along the garments.

As if sifting files, he came to a halt when his digit caught a subtle brocade that barely stood out due to its similarly dark threading. Pulling the item out and lifting it up to eye level, Donatello activated his goggles. A detailed manifest popped up with notes about the cut. With the piece held high in his right hand, he both brought up his left to compare acquisition to time and deactivated his goggles. One suit in under 5 minutes wasn’t a great start, but he could only work with what the store provided. Prepared to continue to search, he lowered the hanger and like a curtain dropping, you were revealed on the other side.

His heart stuttered in his chest.

He stared openly, wondering if he should run. He watched as you compared the sleeve lengths of two jackets, seemingly not noticing his presence. Torn between choices, Donatello felt stuck. He watched your lip purse, unsure, before finally something seemed to spark in your eyes. He leaned his head back incrementally as you turned to him in slow motion.

“Oh, sorry! Am I in your wa-?” Your words dropped off as you let go to the jackets you were examining. “Donnie.”

It felt like his brain was lagging with a spotty internet connection. The page finally began to load. As the information filed in, his first thought was another summation of the chances. Dismissing the possibility of having run into you randomly in New York City on three separate occasions, Donatello swiveled and stretched his neck out to see over the rack. If his younger brother was the mastermind, he wasn’t watching his scheme unfold which was unlike him. Blinking, he realized he’d ignored you in favor of an errant thought. Donatello turned back to find you still waiting, though no longer colored with surprise. “Y/N.”

“Looking for some new clothes?” You gestured to the jacket in hand.

He watched as each little sign of your discomforting body language seemed to note itself as if his goggles were still active. He couldn’t process the information as he was still stuck on the part about how you ended up running into each other. “Absolutely not, the thought of wearing something that someone else wore even if it’s washed?” His lip curled up with distaste. “I’ll stick to regular stores.”

You stifled a snorted chuckle. “You know people try those clothes on too?”

“Trying on is quite different than schlepping off some garms to a thrift store.” He folded his arms and the suit jacket swung with the motion.

“Hm, maybe.” There was an airy quality to your voice that sounded pleasant to his ears.

“Most second hand shops don’t even wash the clothes! I’m just hoping they were deloused.” Noting the fact caused him to scoot away from the rack.

The laughter couldn’t be held back any longer. As you giggled, Donatello could swear the sound resonated with some unknown harmony. “So what are you here for then?”

“Mikey enlisted me into some project.” Though he had moved his feet, he was painfully aware that he couldn’t seem to keep himself from facing you.

“Mikey did?” You turned your head to glance around. “Is he here?”

“It’s a long story. Presumably, he’s around.” Part of him wanted to accuse you of being in league with his younger brother, but a secondary thought reminded him that he wasn’t going to make those kinds of guesses anymore. Plus, since his gaze was trained on you, he had yet to notice a mimed action. “What about you?”

“Oh.” You seemed to remember something. “I’m, uh, ‘filling out my office wardrobe.’”

He watched as your face shifted from sheepish to quoting and then finally to a bright proud smile. Reaching up, Donatello tucked a hand underneath his hoodie to touch his goggles. They were still clicked into their stationary position on top of his head. If that was the case, why did everything around you look so colorful? “Your internship…?” He trailed off trying to recall the sparse notes he’d gotten before you both parted.

Your gaze dipped as you shimmied side to side. When you returned it, you had a sly smile. “’Full time job’ would be a better way to describe it.”

Donatello also wondered why your eyes seemed to be magnified. “They hired you on.” The information was still lagging. “Wait, they hired you on!?”

“Yep!” You chirped.

He finally pinged the harmony as being similar to a birdsong. “Congratulations are in order then!” He clapped around the hanger in his hands. “It is well deserved though I do hope that the employment comes with a moderately higher salary to afford you more than….” He looked around the store to emphasize his point. “This.”

“It does.” You turned away and ran a hand down one of the suit jackets you had been examining earlier. “Starting out is tough though and, unlike you, I think a nice hot wash will clean these up just fine.”

“Unless they are dry clean only.” Donatello tried to clear his throat stealthily in an attempt to stifle the small dip he felt in his stomach from your movement.

“Those are ‘suggestion’ labels, right?” There was a wry tone to your voice that Donatello pegged as goading.

“I see your comedy remains unchanged.” As soon as the sentence left his mouth, his eyes widened. Something about giving voice to the separation felt like an instant taboo. Looking back to you fearfully, he found your shoulders raised slightly in a move which he read as apprehension.

“Is… this really a coincidence?” Your eyes were cast down.

Though the question pricked like a nettle, it was absolutely valid. “Do you remember how suspicious I was when you found me at the food truck park?”

He watched your gaze raise with recognition. “’A little over 9 million?’”

“I swear to you that as far as I know, this is naturally the third time this has happened.”

“That can’t be…” You shook your head slightly in confusion.

“I agree, for locations that we rarely frequent, the probability of it happening is not incalculable, but the numbers are hard for even me to comprehend.” He nodded, his eyes shutting as his mind unconsciously started to do the math.

“I guess it’s not a coincidence then.” There was a tone to your voice that Donatello didn’t recognize so he brought his lids up to find you smiling to yourself. “It must be fate.”

It was only spoken softly to yourself, but something about the sentence seemed to ring loudly in his mind. “I don’t believe in that. I create my own destiny.”

You snickered. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And what does that mean?” He leaned forward suspiciously.

“Not a thing!” You clucked and used your other gathered garments to create a barrier between the two of you.

Donatello looked down at them, wondering why he hadn’t registered them earlier. Cataloging them in conjunction with the suit jacket you were browsing, he frowned. “You’re not getting that are you?”

“What?” You shifted, looking at your items.

“Give me a quick rundown of your position.” He nodded thoughtfully as you explained and then shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stand for this. The pieces you selected are both under and over dressed and it doesn’t seem like you’re even taking utility into account!”

“Now wai-”

He heard you begin, but the bandwidth was already being diverted elsewhere. Though Donatello himself hadn’t moved far from the original rack, he had been watching Mikey sift through pieces in rapid succession. From those earlier leavings, a few stood out. “Come with me!” He turned and started walking, trying to plot out the shortest course to said clothes without having to resort to Mikey-type short-cut method. “Here!” He grabbed a top and spun around, remembering something else. “And this.”

“Donnie, are you serious?” Your voice sounded a bit distant and when he looked up he found you a whole rack away.

“Yes, just look!” He held up the top he selected and he watched as your expression shifted from confounded to thinly veiled stubbornness with an undercurrent of intrigue. “Shall I continue?”

“Is that my size?” You looked close to stomping your foot.

Something about that made his chest feel tighter than it should in his hoodie.

“What do you take me for?” He threw his hands up, raising the other item he selected into view.

“Glossing over the fact that you know that, I want you to make a note that I’m not super ok with this!”

“I’m sensing a but…?” He drew out the word, just knowing that his prowess was about to be acknowledged.

“But…” You hesitated before slumping with defeat. “I do want to see what you pick.” The statement came out of the corner of your mouth.

Donnie would have jumped for joy had he not seen another piece out of the corner of his eye. “Allow me to curate the wardrobe of your dreams!” His feet began to move and his goggles dropped down to start a running tally. At one point his cuff had an alert, but from beneath the hangers that had moved onto his forearms for the extra real estate, it was silenced. Once he had grabbed what he deemed a suitable amount of clothing, he made one last glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still in tow. He wanted to verbally acknowledge how well you had kept up, but something held his tongue. Instead he steered both of you to the shoddily constructed changing rooms.

“Alright!” He waited until you got the message to take a readied position in front of him before rifling through the garments. “Here’s outfit one, but keep the pants on because they’re going to be a staple piece you can then pair with the next top.” He thrust the clothes into your unprepared arms and used the confusion to snatch away your previous selections.

You rolled your eyes and pulled back the curtain to the changing room. “Yes, sir, Mr. Fashionista!”

“We shall see how that tone fairs once you’ve seen my work!” He snapped back, preparing the next few choices.

After an appropriate amount of rustling, the curtain drew back and you stepped out. “How…?”

“Hm…” He leaned forward, his goggles noting information about cut and shape as you shifted side to side to get a look from all angles.

“Seriously, when did you take my measurements? These shouldn’t fit so well!” There were dueling notes of astonishment and annoyance in your voice.

“Details.” Donatello waved the question off. “There’s creasing along the back.” He watched as you tried to catch a glimpse and ended up spinning in a circle like a dog trying to catch its tail. He tried not to divide his attention from the task at hand, but a fond smile pulled at his lips.

“I don’t think it's a problem.” You stuck your hands out and waved them.

“How do you feel about getting the pieces tailored?”

“Maybe down the road, but not if I can help it right now.” You stopped shuffling around and came to a neutral stance.

“I see.” He added the entry to his data points and passed you the next items. “Swap the top, keep the bottoms.”

You gave him a mock salute with the clothes in hand, causing them to obscure your face as you headed back into the changing room. Donatello shook his head, the smile growing ever wider. It’s not that he hadn’t realized he’d missed the banter; he’d ruminated on it in slivers of time, but being faced with it actively enforced the point. As you emerged from the curtain again, the repartee resumed. It was as if you had never been apart. After passing off the next selection, the moments where you changed felt like a weight. It was within the fragments of silence that the existence of your separation made itself known. It held the enormity of all his failings and the apologies he wasn’t even sure he could truly recompense. In equal exchange, he watched as your apprehension melted away as his grew. After several more costume changes, he’d twisted inward and focused more on cycling through the digital closet inventory for maximum effectiveness.

“These fit right style wise…” Your voice drifted in, signaling you’d emerged once more. “…but the waist needs….” He looked past his display and watched your nose wrinkle with thought. “Like a belt?”

Lifting his goggles, he squinted as he returned to normal view. “It looks like there might have been a matching piece of fabric that should loop here.” He pointed to a small tailored slit in the side of slacks.   

“Someone probably lost it. I’m gonna go run and get a belt. Watch my stuff?” You tossed the question over your shoulder as you already started to walk away.

He nodded and returned to his catalog. He vaguely heard you return and disappear into the changing room as he put the final touches on his curation. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath and shifted his goggles to rub his eyes. “With this you should be able to make 21 separate outfits! Did the belt work out?”

“Oh sure, but I think something else got lost in the shuffle?”

“Pardon?” He watched as you emerged from the curtain in full strut. His jaw laxed as he gazed upon the most garish combination he’d ever seen. You were donning a pair of what looked like shiny latex purple leggings that disappeared into slinky neon green leg warmers on one end and the hem of what could either be classified as a sequined mini dress or top depending on the height of the wearer on the other. On top of that, you’d slipped on an 80's blazer that had shoulder pads so high it was skimming the territory of your ears. He watched as you struck a vogue pose causing the oversized leopard print glasses that were taking up most of your face to jostle.

“I was also thinking hat, but I’m not sure if that would be too much?” From behind your back a large church crown appeared with several flowers and a fake bird sticking out of it. You brought it up over your head, but didn’t quite place it as you waited for his judgment.

Several seconds ticked by and your plastered on smile hadn’t faltered. Donatello bent forward slightly before a loud laugh tore from him. “When did you even-?” He wheezed.

“So, that’s a yes to the hat?” You put it on and made another pose eliciting more laughter from him.

Stumbling forward with amusement, he reached out for an anchor point. He found it in the pad on your shoulder and as soon as contact was made, it felt as if there was a sudden breach of contract. He didn’t feel you flinch underhand, but your gaze snapped to his with metered surprise. The sudden feedback painfully reminded him of the paradigm shift that had yet to be addressed in any way. Still high off the endorphins from the outburst, he retracted his hand carefully and brought it to his chest while clearing his throat.

“It’s…” You started, he popped one eye open from where they had closed to recompose himself. “…ok. I’m glad I was able to make you laugh. You were really getting lost in your head there for a moment.”

Giving you his full attention, he cursed himself for being so obvious. “I don’t know where we stand.”

“To be honest…” You hesitated, a vexed smile on your lips. You glanced up and removed the hat, lowering it in front if you. “I don’t either.” A small awkward laugh bubbled up in your throat. “But, what I do know is…” You trailed off again and looked straight into his eyes.

It was as if the fake flowers from the hat were sprouting all around you.

“I missed your snooty attitude.” Any contention on your lips switched to playful as you leaned forward and placed the hat on his head.

His lids dropped with feigned annoyance as you giggled at his appearance. It was a thinly held veneer because internally he was overjoyed that you had at least offered to crack the door to friendship back open. He reached up, feeling heat uncharacteristically pooling in his cheeks, and pulled the large brim down to mask whatever was passing over his face. “I missed you as well.”  

He didn’t have time to analyze the sound you made because another voice emerged.

“I finally found you!”

“Angelo.” Donatello murmured, the memory of his original mission rushing back to him.

“Hey, Mikey.” You shyly responded.

Donatello removed the hat to clear his view.

“Y-Y/N?” Mikey jolted with surprise before taking in your appearance. “Ok, whatever this is is wild, but I am here for it! Are you gonna get those glasses?”

Studying his brother closely, Donatello tried to pick up any traces of nefarious intent. He watched as you waved your hand turning down Mikey’s question before taking off the glasses to pass into his excited hands. If his younger sibling had set any of this up, he was operating on a level of lie that Donatello had never seen. Today really had been an absurd coincidence.

“For the record, your disappearance is forgiven and I’m all for trying new things, but that hat…” Mikey twirled his attention around, bringing a L-shaped hand of thought to his chin.

“Maybe if it were in black and we switched out the sparrow for a motherboard?” Donatello offered wryly as he placed the hat on his brother’s head.

“Crossing styles! Perfection!” Mikey clapped his hands jostling a handful of hangers he was toting.

“I did find one piece.” Donatello remembered the brocade jacket and removed it from the collection of your clothing.

“Woah, look at that design!” There were stars in Mikey’s eyes as he grabbed the piece.

You gave Donatello a small signaling wave and bobbed your head toward the dressing room. He nodded with understanding and you left to change. Gathering up the rest of your clothes, Donatello turned to find Mikey had thrown the suit jacket in with the rest of his picks. “It looks like you faired pretty well without me at least.”

“Can we hit one more store though? I’m looking for a showpiece kind of jacket.” Mikey's gaze was distant as he imagined the garment.

“Sure, but it’s going to start getting busier.”

“This time I know exactly what I’m looking for! Speaking of…” Mikey’s head lead the way as he curved his body closer to the dressing room curtain and raised his voice. “So the two of you are…?”

“Unlabeled.”

“Undiscussed.”

You threw back the curtain in your original clothes and split a smile of agreement with Donatello.

“I see…” Mikey trailed off, his voice thick with understanding.

This time you and Donatello shared a look of skepticism.  

“That means you can come to my fashion show!” Mikey bounced as Donatello handed off your clothing.

“Fashion show?” You wondered trying to heave the sudden load.

“I’ll take half.” Donatello corrected himself, separating the lot of hangers into equal parts before shooting a raised brow to his brother. “Practice elaboration, Mikey."

“Oh.” This time a real and more nervous look of comprehension passed over the younger sibling's face. “I was gonna tell the whole fam about it only after I was sure I was gonna get the pieces done in time…”

“Wait, you’re going to make your own clothes?” You lit up.

“Yeah! I’m usually not super into the concept because I’m more about letting your inner best shine, but I met this artist in my woodworking class that reframed the whole thing for me so I’m treating it like a canvas!”

“That sounds great! When is it?” You stepped forward and the group naturally begin to head towards checkout.

“Two weeks from now. Saturday night, I think…” Mikey tried to shift his clothes to one hand and fish out his phone with the other. One top started to fall from the hanger and he scrambled to fix it. “Actually, D will text you the details!”

Donatello lolled his head back before sweeping his gaze to you regretfully. “Is that alright? Don’t let him steamroll you.”

“It should be fine. I think it sounds fun.” You nodded, but he caught the slight note of reservation in your gaze.

“Now I’ll be forced to make the deadline!” Mikey spun around and in doing so took the first place in line at the cashier.

“You still weren’t sure?!” Donatello scolded.

Mikey stuck his tongue out in response and you giggled at the interaction with that same sweet melodic twitter.

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Summertime

Written By: Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way & Frank Iero

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2010

“Summertime” is a ‘new wave’ song, allegedly believed to be written about frontman Gerard Way’s wife, Lyn-z Way. In an interview, Gerard said that it started as a riff Mikey had written, before evolving into a song they ‘couldn’t have the record without.’ “[“Summertime”] is one of the lyrically personal songs on the album, whereas the rest of it is just me talking about my worldview. So it’s a really beautiful song and again—no rules. We can have a soft song.”

[Verse 1] When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down In crowded rooms and highways I call home? Is something I can't know till now Till you picked me off the ground With brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile Your scraped-up knees and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Verse 2] Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Turn my headphones up real loud I don't think I need them now 'Cause you stop the noise and [Chorus] If you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me anytime you want [Post-Chorus] Well, anytime you want Well, anytime you want [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Don't walk away, don't walk away Don't walk away, don't walk away! [Chorus] 'Cause if you stay, I would even wait all night Or until my heart explodes, how long until we Find our way in the dark and out of harm? You can run away with me [Post-Chorus] Or you can write it on your arm You can run away with me Anytime you want

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Written By: Freddie Mercury

Artist: Queen

Released: 1976

The song was the eighth track on their album “A Day At The Races” which was released in 1976. The song also appeared on “Queens First EP” released in 1977. The song is about how Freddie is an old-fashioned lover, taking his partners on old-school dates such as dancing or dinner, also hinting at the fact that he is a good lover.

[Verse 1] I can dim the lights and sing you songs Full of sad things We can do the tango, just for two I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Be a Valentino, just for you [Chorus] "Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy" Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy [Verse 2] Ooh, let me feel Your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster) Ooh, can you feel my love heat? (Ohh) Come on and sit on my hot seat of love And tell me how do you feel, right after all I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command [Chorus] “Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy” Write my letter, feel much better I'll use my fancy patter on the telephone [Bridge] When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights) When I'm not with you, think of me always Love you, love you Hey boy where do you get it from? Hey boy where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned School of lover boys [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get it) [Chorus] Ooh love (There he goes again) Ooh lover boy (Who's my good Old-fashioned lover boy?) (Ooh ooh) What're you doing tonight? Hey boy! Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old Fashioned (Fashioned) lover boy

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Yan future mikey with a chubby reader beimg all cute and shit and then the crazy kicks in (I beg you for some future boys contest-hope you're oki bye)

Hmmmm fluffy and crazy? I think I can work with this~

Instead of the usual future Yan turtles where they're usually depicted in the apocalyptic future. This one will take place in the fixed timeline future. Sorry I suck at explaining things.

This is basically a mix between a one-shot/drabble/headcanon

Like I started with Headcanons became drabble/one shot.

Sorry for being so late on this! Last week was hectic between work and my personal life.

I could've probably proofread it some more but, I didn't.

Ahhhh I hope you guys like this!

Cause personally I feel like I could've done better/more but, I suck. Anyways—

Warning! This is pretty fluffy. Seek your dentist for any fluff related cavities.

Enjoy!

I do not own this meme just found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny.

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Mikey is such a good boyfriend.

A spontaneous ball of dorky energy the box turtle was artistic both in and out of the kitchen. His kindness did not discriminate. Good or bad typically, if the youngest Hamato could help it he would rather make peace not war.

It was something you liked about the orange clad mutant. Especially since he didn't mind your self-proclaimed defects.

You love adult ninja turtle you really do. However regardless the little voice in the back of your mind continued to plant seeds of doubt.

Was Michaelangelo satisfied with you?

You hadn't tried to express it often— but you had your trepidations about sharing your insecurities with anyone, even your boyfriend. You didn't want to be annoying.

These fears were silly, you knew this. Mikey loves you. The mystic mutant recited all the time how beautiful you are. To him apparently despite your self criticism you were a devine work of art. Love handles, pouches, wings, fupas— he adored them all. You didn't need to wear a size nine to fit in his heart.

It didn't matter. For all the reasons that the box turtle gave you for why you were a perfect match for him. The insecurities still sat there. Like a sunken stone at the bottom of the lake. It sitting there always. Forever.

Regularly wondering if Michelangelo really did prefer a ugly pumpkin to a picture perfect apple. Had it been a ruse? Was he just playin' the role of a good partner? Sayin' and doin' what you're supposed to tell a person you want to be intimate with.

Lately these polluting thoughts began to resurface again. Reanimated by the recent onslaught of teasing from some dumb college kids that were enrolled at the same University as you. A group of well-known douche-bags that you avoided like the plague on campus; but unfortunately shared a physics class with. The dumbass brigade like vultures, waited for opportunities to feed their fragile masculinities. Receiving petty pleasure from belittling any flawed individuals that crossed their starving gazes. Ravishing in whatever responses they could elicite.

For the better part of the first semester of third-year physics you had somehow managed to go undetected by said frat squad. Camouflaged in fluffy sweaters and poofy joggers had aided you in being incognito for the first nine weeks but, now the weather was changing. Spring has finally come and has gifted you the middle finger. As temperatures fluctuated so did your wardrobe.

You hated the warmer months just for this reason.

The months of hiding your jiggling stretch marked shame behind winter attire has come to an end. Forcing your hand with high temps to make you wear thinner layers. Baggy jeans and big shirts were your new seasonal battle armor. Unlike your impenetrable winter suit, the spring set was far more vulnerable. The thinner layers and lack of long sleeves basically painted a bullseye on you that the frat group gladly shot at on a daily basis. In spite of your countless efforts to starve the scavengers; the group of boys still hurt you. Conceal don't feel, you certainly didn't let it show. Their poking fun at your voluptuous figure and big tits were nothing new. Nor the endless questioning of your innocence and intelligence. It was just another schoolyard taunt that you didn't bother with a response.

Until you did. Maybe not vocally but the show of your shaky figure fleeing the classroom gave the gaggle of boys all the satisfaction they'd desired as their mocking laughter chasing you out as you retreated out into the university's hallway. Fleeing the campus without a second thought.

The crude harassment is why you were here traversing The Big Apple's sewers. Thanking whatever gods were present for the low water pressure in the channel that ran beneath the soles of your sneakers.

You hated being feeling weak like this but, instinctively your legs drove you to the Mad Dog's Lair. Not bothering to properly shove all your crap into your school bag when you fled the classroom. Doubting that your shit will still be there tomorrow knowing today's luck. But you didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to deal with any more of the relentless bullying nor your professors' chosen path of nativity to the problem. You needed a break.

Entering the base every inhabiting soul was asleep. Evident by the various snores that you passed as you b-lined to Mikey's chambers.

Surprising the mystic mutant with your unannounced visit as he awoke to your shadowy plump figure climbing into his hammock. To the twenty-five year old's shame due to the fact that he had initially missed the salty streaks that drenched your supple (skin tone) cheeks. Immediately noticing your state once you were laying in his bed. The suspended mat's natural physics pressed you into his colorfully decorated plastron.

" ......Hun? Aww sweet babie what's got my muse spillin' tears for? " Mikey cooed muscular moss green appendages like snakes slithered around your waist. Entrapping you in his tired but, strong embrace. Pressing your soft figure into his firm one. Embarrassment heated your tear drenched cheeks as you returned the squeeze. Shaking your head 'no' as you just laid it against his shoulder.

He understood you just needed a moment.

For a minute outside the occasional sob or gasp for air, no words were spoken between the two. The calmness of the dimly orange lite room and your boyfriend's secure embrace provided the elements to allow you to relax. Tip-toeing on the line of slumber, had it not been for Mikey's quiet humming that at some point filled in the background noise to kept you grounded.

Once he had you calmed down, Michaelangelo tried to approach the subject again. He didn't want to reignite your pain but, the thought of someone/something making you cry like this was unforgivable. Whoever did this was gonna pay dearly for the precious tears that beaded your pained (e/c) gaze.

The last two weeks he suspected something was up. You had been absent from your guys' weekly hangout sessions. Despite the obviously differing schedules you and Mikey typically tried to meet at least four times a week. Even if sometimes the encounter was brief. However lately you haven't been attending. Stating over texts how you needed space to work some things out. That had the orange clad Hamato pulling at his imaginary strands with worry. Head lost in a tizzy as he had pooled over what could've driven you away. At first he feared it was him. Something must've come to light.

Did you find his little makeshift shrine for you?

Perhaps you came across his favorite box of tokens he scrounged up from around your apartment?

Or did you finally capture footage of his unannounced nightly visits?

Maybe one of his brothers found or saw something and told you something they shouldn't have?

The never ending list had the moss green box turtle biting his nails. Waiting at the edge of his seat for anticipated ball to drop.

Although he didn't want to thank Gram Gram for his luck when you came sniffling into his quarters. It hurt the mutant when you cried. He wasn't gonna lie the breath of relief upon your arrival. His muse wasn't trying to leave him. For a moment there the mystic mutant had been worried he was going to have to help you remember how much you needed your devoted follower.

"...(Y/n)?....Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mikey began sitting up a little tugging you along with him as he maneuvered the two of you in a more comfortable position. With your face resting against his shoulder, legs thrown over his lap so you were sitting in it in a lounging manner. The moss green box turtle's hold not once loosening from around your full figure. "....You knooow...my ears are always open to listen." The orange coded ninja turtle hummed. Unmasked the warm grey eyes of Michaelangelo's lovingly bore into your soul. Traveling through glossy (e/c) gateways as they searched within you for answers that you wouldn't speak.

Your bottom lip trembled as a new spout of tears ran down your flushed (skin tone) cheeks at his words. Easily hiding your face in the crook of the mutant's jugular. Taking a moment before answering. " I'm sorry for being a bother... I just had a bad day. " You answered quietly. Not necessarily eager to delve into the issue.

Aww his poor babie. However it wasn't the answer he was looking for. It looks like he's gonna have to go through them again. At least this time he was just looking not altering any of your memories. He needed to know what was wrong. He needed his divinity happy and if she wasn't happy— well Mikey wasn't happy.

Sporting his signature gapped tooth grin Mikey began the process.

First it began with focusing his energy. Preparing to start the spell.. It worked perfectly last time. It should be just as successful again. "Shhhh... It's okay babie..." The mutated Hamato hushed.

"..It's all good... I understand... you just need a little guidance...".

With your face hidden you neglected to notice his illuminated three digit grasp leaving your waist. "...let Dr. Delicate Touch help you~" the box turtle concluded as he pressed his glowing three digit right hand into the left side of your forehead. In an instant a bright shine of light blotched out your vision. Right before everything went black. Knocking you out before you could asset the situation.

To any onlooker what he was doing was wrong. An invasion of your privacy which he shouldn't be prying into. However the box turtle preferred to look at it from a more positive perspective.

He was helping you!

The mystic turtle knew you had a hard time expressing your feelings.

Although you didn't say it Michelangelo knew you had a hard time expressing feelings. A bad habit leftover from surviving your formative years. It's okay though. He'll help you.

To any onlooker would say what the youngest Hamato . What he was doing was wrong, inhumane but, Mikey preferred to look at it from a different less negative perspective. He was helping!

You just needed a little fixing. Then you'll be just like new again.

As he sorted through your most recent short term memories the orange color coded ninja turtle kept in mind he couldn't dabble with them too long. He was on a clock dictated by the amount of stamina he's able to input into a single spell. As of right now? Not too much. Especially if he wants to make quick work of whatever issue stood in between him and (y/n) time. The offense will not be tolerated by whomever the perpetrator.

Shifting through the chains that connected the linear timeline in your mind Michaelangelo found the issue. A group of fraternity brats who didn't have any manners. Bastards thought they had the right to defame his muse? His very own David?(That's a reference to one of the renaissance artist's works).

They had to be dealt with.

Like a candle in the wind the group was snuffed out in a single night.

Upon the arrival of the new day you awoke to find yourself back at home in your dingy apartment with no exact clue of how you got back there.

In the faded ripples of your mind you tried to fill in the blanks of the how's and when's. When did you leave the lair? How did you make it back to your apartment? Especially when the last thing you recalled was sniffling in your boyfriend's arms. You must've fallen asleep and gotten up at some point and just don't remember.

Probably was just too tired to re-call anything.

Getting up from the warm sanctuary of your bed sheets you ambled around the apartment to begin your morning routine. Throwing together a bowl of cereal and a coke before scuttling into the living room. Placing your meager feast down onto the coffee table momentarily as you shuffled through your pockets to find your phone.

A few months ago you lost the remote to your tv and unfortunately as a broke ass college student making minimum wage you didn't have the funds to purchase a new TV remote. Instead like every other millennial you download the app. Cheaper than trying to get a new remote. Quicker too.

Tapping awake your screen delivered a mountain of notifications.

Inside the group chat that you were a part of for your physics class was blowing up. Investigating further just left you in shock. Swiping through the populating messages, you discovered the bullies who had been preying on you and your classmates were missing. Somehow all five of them were gone within a night without a single trace.

With the disappearance not being a full twenty-four hours yet the police wasn't taking the matter seriously. Claiming probably just some fraternity shit. Meanwhile the university's faculty wasted no time on morning the frats possie's passing. Sending their cookie-cutter condolences and offering their typical therapy sessions for anyone close to the victims.

What a waste. Although they were assholes they were young assholes who hadn't yet got the chance to live their lives. Make mistakes and learn from them. How unfortunate.

Backing out of the chat your phone buzzed with a new message from Mikey. The afro mentioned adult box turtle was inquiring about how you were doing today and if you wanted to hangout later? Your mutated boyfriend even going as far as decorating the message in emoji hearts and puppy dog stickers.

As of late you haven't been up for hanging out with the twenty-five year old orange clad Hamato. Mucky feelings and overwhelming thoughts clouded your head. Upon seeing the previously mentioned messages about the vultures in your life being gone you felt oddly relieved about their disappearance. Although revolted with your passive reaction you somehow is still able to keep it down. Every time you thought of Michaelangelo the negative feelings and bad memories would keep fading farther and father away.

It was like all it took was a night's rest (and some brain spring cleaning) and everything was back to normal. With a small smile you replied with "I'm doin' good" and "yes" on his invitation.

Next thing you knew it you were spiraling down a rabbit hole of back to back texting like it was the beginning of your guys relationship.

Back then when your best friend had ghosted you. Mikey had been there for you like this then too. Always so supportive. He really was such a good person.

Aren't you lucky that you have such a good boyfriend like Mikey?

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TMNT 2012 Remastered Quick Notes

Basically the 2012 series but changed to my liking. Here’s what I would do:

Leo’s eyes will be hazel instead of blue cause I said so. Actually all the boys would have brown eye colors to match with Splinter and Karai to REALLY show that they are in fact biological related.

Mikey - light brown

Donnie - reddish brown (like canon)

Raph & Leo - hazel

Leo and Karai would have NO romance plot. Leo's "feelings" for Karai are actually a familiar connection, as if he already knows her (cause Splinter would always tell stories about his daughter, so in a way Leo already knows her), but he doesn't realize this until the reveal in season 2.

We would actually see the seasons change, meaning April and Casey would have different outfits depending on the season. The Turtles would also wear some layers to keep them warm during the fall and winter seasons.

April's design is slightly changed. Instead of shorts and leggings she wears jeans. Her top, ugg boots, and hair style remain the same. Her hairstyle changes over the course of the series

Season 1-2: low ponytail with occasionally switching to a bun when training with the others Season 3: Hair is slightly longer, sometimes in a ponytail or a braid Season 4 (space arc): Pixie cut, cut it short so hair doesn't get in her face when wearing the space helmet Season 4-5: Hair grew after a short time skip, hair is now in a bob cut

Karai’s hairstyle also changes. When locked in Shredder’s prison in S2, her hair grows longer to show the months she's been locked up. By S4 her hair is down to her shoulders and tied into a half updo. The blonde in her hair also fades away symbolizing that she is distancing herself from the Shredder.

Donnie and April have a slow burn, friends to lovers, love story. Full explanation on how I'd do this HERE.

Season 3 and onward, Leo would wear a leg brace as well as noticeable scars from his fight with Shredder. All major scars the Turtles get are permanent and stay on them

Irma and Rook are the same person, Irma is not Kraang Subprime in disguise. Irma lives on the farmhouse with the others, she is revealed to be an Utrom agent in mid season 3 named Rook who was sent to keep an eye on April and the Turtles. Full explanation HERE.

No going 6 months back in time for the Space arc, the boys instead are given 6 months to collect the pieces of the black hole generator before the Triceratons do, who have the Earth under the control. Think of it like a hostile takeover. Meanwhile on Earth, Splinter, Karai and the Mutanimals forma rebelling to fight against the Triceratons to give the Turtles some more time.

Better build to the Triceraton invasion also. If he hinted out during midseason 3, with Bishop (who would replace Kurtzman) warning the turtles and Mutanimals that there are greater threats out there in the galaxy besides the Kraang.

Mona Lisa and Sal Commander working for Lord Dregg is revealed (to the audience) much sooner. (Think of it like Meg working for Hades in Disney's Hercules, they have no choice and are under a contract because they "owe" Dregg)

Slash would be an antagonist for a little bit longer, but he'd still get redeemed by mid S3.

Timothy aka the Pulverizer returns! Just replace the Brainworm Karai arc with an arc on retro mutagen and Donnie trying to help Timothy adjust to his new half human half mutant forms like Karai transforming from human to snake at will. Timothy can be similar to Sunita from Rottmnt and become a slime person, and can use his powers to be a superhero like he always wanted. Maybe even joined the Mighty Mutanimals.

Leo and Casey would have a romance start to bloom between them in season 3-4. They'd officially get together in S5. Full explanation HERE.

Mona Lisa and Sal Commander are more present in the S4 space and after the Evil of Dregg episode, Sal and Mona occupancy the Turtles on the rest of their mission to save the Earth and stop the Triceratons as a way to repay for their dishonorable actions of betraying them.

Mona Lisa starts living on Earth sooner, after the space arc has ended, she meets the Mutanimals and after the final battle against the Triceratons, they offer for her to join their team and she accepts. Full explanation HERE.

The Mighty Mutanimals would get more focus. There’s a comic book issue that explain the origin of how they met in the 2012 series so I would make that an episode. Let’s add more filler episodes where the side characters are the main characters.

Shinigami would be revealed to be a villain by the end of S4 and he'd assist Tiger Claw during the Kavaxas arc (yes, she would eventually get redeemed, cause I want shinirai) Full explanation HERE.

April and Casey are more involved in the S5 Halloween arc and team up and befriend Renet. Full explanation HERE.

Alopex would team up with the Turtles to help them take down her brother Tiger Claw and Kavaxas. TC would get redeemed because of his sister's influence and protect her when Kavaxas attacks her.

Raph gets the electric powers in the When Worlds Collide special instead of Mikey. Also replace Karai with Slash in that arc, Casey gets involved and Fugitoid returns, now working for Dregg because he has been rewired/brainwashed into thinking the Turtles are his enemies.

80s crossover eps in both S4 and S5 would be removed entirely.

There would be an actual finale where the Turtles and all their allies they made throughout the show team up with their future selves (the mutant apocalypses Turtles) to save their futures and fix history, because we learn from Renet that there's a error and how that mutagen bomb was never supposed to go off. The show would end with the MA!Turtles and the present Turtles stopping the bomb and saving their histories. MA! Turtles would then return to their now fixed future, seeing their timeline is now saved (friends are all alive, Earth is saved, they have careers and families of their owns) and they get their happy ending.

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So I see that your request is open? Sign me in!

If you don't mind, this’ll be a platonic request of Leo + reader where they're pretty much each other's ride or die. April introduced reader to the turtles and somehow reader and Leo are already throwing one-liners and jokes back-to-back. Congratulations, there's two now. They're each other's besties and homies, when one causes trouble you know the other is around the corner to bail them out. Not afraid to talk about their deepest feelings when they're just reading Jupiter Jim comics while wearing matching unicorn onesies.

I love close relationships where it's not romantic but pretty much platonic, makes me comfy-

I totally get what you mean about platonic fanfics/relationships, not everything needs to be romantic or sexual! Everything in moderation. Also, sorry it took so long to respond, I was just turning this idea around in my head for a while. I wasn't sure if you wanted eveyone's reaction, or just Leo's, so I just went with Leo's but let me know if you want the others too.

Leonardo:

Safe to say, Leo would be the happiest with your addition to the team. Has on multiple times told April that he owes her his life for introducing you to them all. It doesn't matter whether or not you've ever even heard of Jupiter Jim, by the time Leo's done with you, you're going to be a megafan too. Or, at the very least, know everything about the series. If he's feeling generous he might agree to take turns choosing a series to binge. But that's only if he's feeling very generous. I love the idea of Leo having "tea-time" with his best friend, where you and he (and sometimes April and/or Cassandra) will sit around and talk shit. Tea-time usually lasts a minimum of three hours. I hear your unicorn onesies, and I raise you, you wearing a turtle onesie, he probably bought it for you so that you could "match" and it would be super cute. If the two of you do wear unicorn onesies, they either both have to be blue, or at the very least (he really wants to match) his has to be blue. He fully expects you to take his side ANY time he's in any level of a disagreement, regardless of if he's right or not. If Raph is on his case about how Leo leads, he needs you to be standing behind him with your arms crossed and nodding along to anything that he says. If Mikey is accusing him of a harmless prank (it was likely NOT harmless), then he needs you to be ready to defend him from his barbarian of little brother. Sleepovers are mandatory with Leo, and often consist of all the stereotypical sleepover activities, movies, pillow fights, witchcraft, makeup, horrendous food combos, the usual. I feel like at the sleepovers is when/where you two would drop lore, just fully trauma dump, have a good cry, and then just move on to the next activity. Leo would be so good at comforting, though he will call your mom a cunt for not getting you that ridiculously priced doll when your were eight, and then he would just wrap you up in one of the best hugs ever. You'd better do the same for him!! Overall, I think Leo would just be so excited to have someone around that's so much like him!

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