#how badly I want to be Mikey right now. insane.

[milo-is-rambling]

@carryhatchet I just discovered there was a Joe Mikey kiss can we discuss this also look at this post kiss photo I just found on Pinterest cause I’m gonna explode

[moxfirefly]

"Of course I want them. I want them so much I can barely breathe but I'm not going to force it. If they come to me, it'll be on their terms. Not mine."

For Donnie or Mikey x reader (F) please? Maybe reader is the one saying that line 👀 jealous, fluff or smut scenario, you can choose! Thank you for opening your requests, you always deliver great pieces! ♥️💫

Oh this line hits! And I think Mikey is the guy for it and I think I’ll tweak it a bit if you don’t mind. Thank you for your kind words! Means a lot 🖤

Rated Feels

Mikey wanted to believe that his eyes were deceiving him at most, maybe not working at worst.

Because he really saw some peculiar stares on your behalf.

This whole crush thing was trickier now as an adult. When he was younger, crushing after April had been easy and fleeting.

Now? Some days he couldn’t chase away your scent to safe his life, he couldn’t remember what life before your proximity to him used to be. When had a song sounded better than the ringing of your name, carefully collected consonants and vowels crafted to melt on his tongue.

What had life been before the ache of watching you leave? The insane joy of watching you come home to grace his presence with honeyed bliss?

He felt silly, somewhat dumb, over all hopeless.

This all felt like a curse some days too. Not having the luxury of being topside with you, getting to experience the city night through you.

The wind picked up, cold little pin prick reminders of what he was. Mikey was fond of this roof, maybe because your building was across it, maybe because if he squinted hard enough he could see what your little life in your little apartment was like, and how he could fit into it.

“You plan on sulking all of patrol?” Raph’s deep baritone carried the chilly air as he sat on the ledge.

“I’m not sulking, that’s your job bro.” He was hugging his knees, chasing away the chilly air or maybe because he was truly sulking.

“That broad’s got you bent outta shape, you never got like this with Ape.” Because that had been childish puppy love, and somehow Raph couldn’t see that this ached for real.

It especially ached because there were too many moments where he swore you’d say something first, that you’d cave in and say something about the elephant in the room.

“I like her, she’s—she’s different.” It doesn’t do it justice but he doesn’t want to get mushy with Raph right now, not when his head isn’t cooperating and his heart feels heavy.

“Different alright, wants to hang around with a brat like you, laughs at your shitty jokes, caught her staring at your biceps once.” Raph numbered the facts on each of his fingers, nonchalant but aware of the gas he was pouring.

“Where ya going with this dude? Aside from giving me hope.” And hope was a tragic little word for their kind, something more akin to a light sprinkle of salt on a small wound.

“What I’m saying is, just go after her, tell her the truth. Ya want her, right? She probably wants ya.” Raph popped a toothpick in his mouth, an old habit dying too slowly.

“Of course I want her. I want her so much I can hardly breathe but I’m not going to force it. If she comes to me, it’ll be on her terms. Not mine.” It hurt to say it, it hurt to admit out loud that this was a luxury he couldn’t afford due to what he was.

Raph’s gaze soften, it wasn’t fun seeing his baby brother going through something that had his head spinning this badly. He reached out and clamped a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate squeeze of sympathy.

Mikey watched the building, swore he saw the light on your apartment come alive. Flooding the modest little living room, he could picture you tossing your stuff with a huff and a sigh, before settling into the normalcy of your routine. He felt his phone vibrate, pulling it out to see your name on the screen. It was enough to lift the black cloud.

Not enough to chase the storm away in his chest.

“Hey, angel, outta work finally?” He greeted you, that perfectly timed sigh of ‘fuck yes’ not (yes) sending a jolt through him.

“Are you still out on patrol? I got those disgusting heart attack inducing burgers from the bodega you like, wanna come over when your done being a superhero?” You cooed affectionately, he could hear the rustling of the bay.

Raph watched the smile, a smile only you were capable of sculpting out of Mikey.

He hoped, he hoped for a chance.

A chance at you two enjoying this little life.

[turtletimewriting]

2012 meets 2018

Summary: Mikey through a portal mishap is stuck in the 2012 series. Not a big deal, but he’s noticed that they’re all so serious. Not nearly as huggy and close as him and his brothers. Welp, time to fix that!

_._._

Things were so different here. Which makes sense. Like duh, it was his brothers from another universe. But it was weird. It was weird to see a Leo who spent all his time hidden away in the dojo meditating. Raph who spent all his free time reading comics and judging his brothers. Donnie... well actually Donnie was largely the same as his Donnie, spending a lot of time being the mad scientist he is. This version of himself was always doing his own thing. 

The only times they were together were when they were patrolling or when they were watching tv in the night. But otherwise, everyone was busy doing their own thing. Being serious and nothing like his own touchy feely family.

And of course, he was going to fix this!

Somehow...

Admittedly, he had no idea how he was going to. But he was taking it one step at a time. First he had been trying to get involved in all their hobbies. Right now he was sitting with Leo watching some show he liked called Space Heroes. It was... alright? Probably didn’t help that he was in the middle of a later season and Leo had gotten too lost in the sauce to remember to speak at a normal pace when recapping the show.

He was still rambling furiously, his hands vibrating violently in front of him. His Leo didn’t do any of this but he recognised all of this from Donnie so he found himself smiling so wide at how obviously happy Leo was. The happiness radiating from him. Sitting crossed legged together enjoying a show.

He so badly wished he could see them all this aggressively cheerful and happy. Leo burst into a huge smile as the Space Captain slapped his... co-captain? Okay a little weird but whatever makes him happy. Mikey wanted so badly to see this Leo finally let go and be fully silly and happy. 

His own Leo was so much more laidback and always willing to dive head first into the chaos. 

At that thought, a lightbulb went off in his head. 

His bent knee was pointed straight at him and that was his Leo’s like ultimate weakness. Leo’s legs were his worst spot, although he was definitely a walking tickle spot to be fair. Every part of his leg were very ticklish, his calves, the back of his knees, knees in general and don’t even think about his thighs or he’ll explode.

While he was distracted, he placed his scrunched up fingers right on his knee and then slowly drew his hands out in a slow crawling tickle across his bent knee.

“This is like their thing. So typi-AAAH!” Leo leapt like three feet in the air. He looked at him with sheer bewilderment and betrayal. “What was that!”

“Uhh... me tickling you?”

“No, I know that. Like... what kind of technique was that?” Leo laughed.

“Oh that!” Mikey spread out his fingers again on his kneecap to demonstrate, sending a violent jolt and slapping a hand over his giggles, “This drives my Leonardo insane! We have to pin his leg down so we can do it over and over again.”

He didn’t realise he was demonstrating over and over again until Leo was slapping the sofa arm. “Pfftahaha HAH! Hehe, o-okay. Okay okay okay! Hah! I get it!” He wiggled his knee but never withdrew his leg.

“Haha, no! C’mon! We can consider it a science experiment!” Mikey clapped his hands as he inched forward into his space, his plan all coming together. “Let’s see if you have the same tickle spots as my Leo!”

He pushed him down to lay on the sofa, had to make him comfortable before wrecking him to tears! Jumping up to his stomach to pin him down, he faced his legs. Obviously any Leonardo must have the most ticklish legs in existence, right?

“Wait! What! No, we don’t have to do this!”

“Oh yes we do!” Mikey cracked his fingers before he immediately grabbed his knees and started squeezing. 

Leo jolted up but his own weight kept him pinned. “HAH! Wahait! WAHAIT! HA! Ahahahaha!” He drummed his feet violently.

“Aww, that’s not as much laughter as I was expecting,” Mikey whined. His Leo would already be driven to tears by this. Yet this Leo was just laughing. Not even that hard! Huh, that’s... weird. Ugh, he was just being stupid. Of course this Leo was different, he was different in a million ways from his Leo. They weren’t even the same species! He needed to get over himself. Try to enjoy the silly moment. He spidered his fingers over his knees again. 

“Ihi Ah! Ah! Wait! Hahaha! Ah! I didn’t even know my knees were ticklish!” Leo gasped.

That made him stop. “What!” Mikey gasped himself.

“Who goes for the knees when tickling someone!” Leo gasped amongst his giggles.

“Uh me!” Mikey gasped as he squeezed his knee again, sending Leo tumbling back down from his sass, “I can go for the knees. Since I have a brother who dies if you go for the knees!”

“Hahahaha! Wehell that’s hahaha dumb!” Leo snarked, bucking up to try and kick him off. Which almost worked. Mikey had to put an end to that. 

But now he felt like he was in uncharted territory. It makes sense, he thought. This Leo did act entirely differently so of course he’d have different spots. He looked him over passively at where to go next. 

Suddenly he snapped forward and started scribbling over his plastron. His scutes lay in a different layout than Leo’s, and also unlike his Leo, he immediately burst into frantic bright laughter. “WAHAHAHAIT! WAIT WAIT HAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

Mikey smiled manically. “Now there’s some good laughter! Is that a good spot, huh? Is that an extra ticklish spot? Does it tickle tickle tickle you!” 

Mikey felt all his weirdness completely disappear though as Leo slapped a hand over his face as he slowly turned bright red. 

“You can blush! That’s amazing! Look at how red you are!” Mikey cooed. 

“HAHA SHUUHUUHU SHUSH! HAHAHHAHAHAAHAA! STAHAP TALKING!” Leo kicked out frantically as he slowly turned more and more red. 

“Aww you’re so adorable!” Mikey exclaimed as he traced around his scutes which sent Leo tumbling down even more frantic laughter. His head tipped back as he was lost to the sensation. “But is this where you’re most ticklish? Oooor is there another spot?”

The way he reacted clearly meant he was close though. Mikey used the tracing to explore his whole torso.

“NO! NO! HAHAHAHAA! HA! HA! HA! NO!” Leo suddenly gasped as he fingers trailed from his stomach to his sides. 

Mikey grinned evilly. “Oh you shouldn’t have said that!” 

Not one to waste time, he immediately started pinching and scribbling over his sides. It was really fun to tickle actually! The smooth shell of his sides was fun to slide his fingers against and the polished smooth texture made him want to keep tickling and tickling. 

“Oh this is too much fun! I’ve gotta keep tickling you! I can’t stop tickling you!” 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Leo was totally lost to the sensation and Mikey knew it was time to let up. He really didn’t want to kill him or something. 

Well okay, maybe one last tickle.

As he harshly scrubbed against his sides and Leo jolted up, he met him halfway with a raspberry pressed in the middle of his plastron. 

Leo’s laughter went silent until Mikey sat back up and gentle climbed off of him. 

“Huh, you and my Leo have completely different tickle spots,” He grinned but that smile kept growing when Leo kept laughing. 

“Hahahaa... ha... heh... whaht was thahaha hahaha... about!” Leo exclaimed. Setting off more of his laughter as he remembered and brought up the tickling.

“Dunno!” He chirped back, giggling himself too, “For the funsies.” 

“Nahat fun! Ha! Hahahahaa!”

“You can stop laughing,” Mikey giggled. The laughter catching on. Leo had yet to even sit up yet and seemed totally lost in his own unending giggles.

A snort ripped through the room and properly set off Mikey’s laughter. 

“Dude, stop laughing! I’m not tickling you!”

“Dohon’t SAY THE WORD! Hahahaha! HAH! Heheheee...”

Wholeheartedly, Mikey thought that would be stuck in the cycle of making each other laugh if it wasn’t for this world’s Raph walking in. 

“Okay, who got Leo tickle drunk?”

“Tickle drunk?” Mikey asked incredulously. 

“STAHAP SAHAYING THE WORD HEHEHEEEE!” Leo kicked out his feet again from the tiny ball he was curling into.

Raph sauntered over with such a fond smile and casually leaned an arm on the back of the sofa. “Yeah, if anyone... uh t-words Leo then he can’t stop thinking about it which means he can picture the sensation. Meaning! He can’t stop giggling or feeling like he still being attacked.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Mikey lit up like christmas had come early, “Can you not say the word tickle?”

The instant he said it, Leo snorted as he frantically tried rubbing away at his sides. Raph looked on with a mischevious smirk. “Oh I can definitely say the word tickle,” He deliberately spoke clearly and sounded out each syllable in the word, much to Leo’s giggly dismay, “it’s just that it takes a while for Leo to stop being tickle drunk, especially if everyone keeps mentioning it.”

Mikey finally made eye contact with Leo as he peered up at him through the tiny ball he curled into. And as subtle as a ninja, he flicked his eyes back to Raph quickly. Thankfully, Leo seemed to grasp his message. “Well, you know what would probably help?” Mikey cued up.

“What?” Raph asked genuinely.

“To tickle someone else!” He roared before grabbing Raph and somersaulting him on to the sofa, where Leo immediately grabbed hold oh him and dug away at his pits.

Well it wouldn’t be fair to just test the tickle spots of one of their alternative universe selves.

[darth-sonny]

What if... Maybe a year or so after Leo starts becoming a more active parent... Kirby goes missing? They're only gone for a day or two, but Leo is obscenely worried. Going insane looking for them, when Kirby returns, quiet as ever. Leo holds them in his arms, demanding to know where they were, when quietly, Kirby asks;

"... How was I born?"

They know. They got tired of Leo's half answers, the states they'd get from Uncle Donnie and Aunt April. They looked for the truth themself, and they found out who their other parent really is.

Obviously this is just me spitballing but if you couldn't tell I'm in love with his AU didysbsjsm

okay, okay, okayokayokayokayokayokayokay

personally, for me, Kirby wouldn't know. like, they know that they're half-Kraang, but Leo just told them that it was because he got infected and that messed with his biology and that resulted in Kirby. like, not the obvious truth, but just a smidge of what actually happened. a very watered-down version of everything

but T H I S ??????? oh-hohohohohohohohohohohohohoho~~~~~~~

this i like~~

Donnie and Raph try to say something about that question - either to answer it or to somehow change the subject. Anything, really - while Mikey tries to stop them. Splinter is trying to calm everyone down when Leo tells them to leave.

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Leo would go quiet. He would freeze.

None of them want to. But Leo insists, quite sternly, and they leave.

So it's just Leo and Kirby.

Leo leads them to the kitchen and makes some chai, Kirby's favorite. "How was I born?" they ask again. They wish they hadn't said anything. Because things were going great, and they didn't want to ruin that, but they were curious, and they wanted to know why their family treated them the way they did.

They just want confirmation that what they learned wasn't true and just... nasty stories.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Leo asks, staring at the pot.

This was the point of no return.

And Kirby decides to pass it.

"Yes."

So Leo tells them.

He tells them about the key, about Casey Junior's true origins. About how a clan called the Foot released an ancient evil called the Kraang. Tells them about how the end of the world almost happened right there and then.

He tells them about how he decided to lock himself in the prison dimension to save everyone. Tells them about the weeks of torture and abuse, about how he lost his arm. How his leg got fucked up so badly that he now can't walk without a cane.

He tells Kirby about Prime.

Over their favorite tea, Kirby learns everything.

How Prime possessed their dad, took pleasure in it. How they abused him – emotionally, physically, mentally, and even...

Leo stops himself from finishing, but Kirby gets the picture.

He ends the "story," and Kirby wants to run away again.

They regret asking, they regret being curious, and they regret being born. They regret not running away when they had the chance back then. They regret staying and hurting dad, reminding him of what he went through, reminding everyone–

Leo pulls them out of their beginning spiral with a hug.

"I never blamed you," he whispers, and that breaks them.

"Why?" they ask. Why doesn't he blame them? He should. Uncle Donnie does it. Auntie April does it. And Uncle Raph, even though he tries not to. Dad should blame them, he had every right to...

Leo holds them for a long time, rocking back and forth, shushing Kirby's tears and sobs.

"Because you didn't deserve any of this," he says. "I chose to keep you. I chose to have you grow up, to live in the aftermath of that whole situation. It's my fault everyone treated you like that. You didn't do anything. You aren't at fault for anything. You're just as much a victim as I was. Am."

Kirby tries to shake their head, but Leo doesn't let them.

"I'm sorry," he continues. "I'm sorry I was never there to start with. I'm sorry that I forced you to grow up so quickly. I'm sorry that I brought you into a family that was never going to truly love you the way you deserved to be. And I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you from this."

Leo hugs them tighter and gently places his forehead on top of theirs.

"You deserve so much more than this, than me. You deserve a normal childhood, a happy one, full of uncles and aunties that love you without question. But you got us. You got me. But I promise you that I'll do everything I can to make it up to you. And if that means you want to leave, then-"

Kirby shakes their head. They don't want to leave. They don't! They had those thoughts before, but they were dumb thoughts now. They can't leave!

"I-I'm sorry!!" they sob. The tears fall harder when dad rubs soothing patterns on their shell. "I'm s-sorry I hurt-hurt you!..."

"You didn't hurt me," he soothes, "you never hurt me."

They stay in the kitchen for a long time, Leo holding them and doing his best to stop the tears.

Neither of them feel like they'd apologized enough, but they console the other that they have.

[qoldenskies]

hey dawg, me again

thinking again about cc (do i think of anything else? lol no) and just contemplating about their whole situation *cries*

because what a situation they're in in CW like........I've seen some other asks and your responses to them talking about it but like, the "normalcy" that they are going to get to in the epilogue one shot, mm mm mmm. thinking about the road to healing that they must all go through. thinking about how it all boils down to how does one make amends after hurting someone?

(story time to get my point) once when i was playing a contact sport, i hurt a member of my own team on accident, we knocked heads pretty hard. so hard my teammate was one the ground screaming in pain, holding their face. While i managed to stand and walk off with just a bump on my forehead and a slight headache for a few days, i later found out that i'd hit my head against their eye. they had a pretty bad concussion for a while and months later at the optometrist they found out they had a small tear in the corner of their retina. (not trying to trauma dump, i promise i'm getting somewhere!!!)

the point of the story is just, guilt man. I'd hurt my friend, on accident, but i'd still hurt them and pretty badly too. after the collision there was just nothing i could do to make it right. I couldn't undo the hit no matter how much i wanted too. and because of who they were they didn't like anyone making a fuss about them. it was the first time i can remember hurting someone so badly and being aware of the fact that i was the direct cause. It was my fault. And that's how i think leo and raph and mikey feel in a sense. it feels like the same kind of guilt, the same kind of "i hurt you, it was my fault, i'm sorry, but 'i'm sorry' doesn't fix this, we can heal from this but i can't take back anything i did to you, and still, i'm going to be sorry about this forever" and the riveting conclusion of "i never want to hurt you (or anyone) ever again" (even though it wasn't entirely their faults, even though there is so much they can do to help the healing, even though they/you will end up hurting others again; in life it's inevitable) *falls to my knees and rakes them closer to me like you would leaves* *wailing*

i lub you tmnt ninja turtles, i luvh you complicated sibling dynamics, i loob(hate) you passage of time that does not heal the ache but soothes it like a balm *family guy dead pose*

YEAHHHHGHHH YOU GET IT ,,,,, they are ALL crumbling under the weight of what's been put on their family, and it is Immensely traumatic for the three of them, too. obviously they've been in combat before, but never in a way that's so violent. visceral. leo stabbed him and heard the squelch of the blade tearing through donnie's skin and muscle. he felt his body shudder as he screamed under him. raph returned to clarity with his hands around his little brother's throat, right after hearing him beg him not to kill him. they all remember the sound of the sickening snap of his wrist, the way his terrified pleading and sobbing slurred as he slowly gave up. the sound of his skull smacking against the floor. there was a very real moment after the curse broke where mikey thought donnie's last words to him were "im sorry".

they still smelled the blood weeks after the fact. leo had to confront his injuries head-on in order to save his life, HE was the one responsible for saving his life despite what he'd just gone through (after taking a nasty blow to his head too, mind you). it is. insanely traumatic for them. and now they cant hear the sound of donnie screaming or crying at all without flying into a panic. it really goes beyond simple guilt, it's something so much more painful. not to mention the way that the curse twisted their values and coping mechanisms, so now they cant fall back on them anymore.

even if donnie accepted them immediately in the way raph dreamed about, it wouldnt have healed them. even when he can stand them being around him again, he's still going to have triggers, and so are they. they cleaned up all the evidence and fumbled horribly by removing the footage and rebuilt donnie's room because they wanted so badly to undo it, but there's nothing they can do but wait.

its just. arghghhhh its all so messed up and im loving the fuck out of it

[fountainpenguin]

Your Beverly post (wow I have not thought on that show for years) suddenly made me try to imagine how she would interact with Chloe Carmichael. Any thoughts? (and prayers, let's be honest)

Yoooo! I wish we'd had a Bunsen Season 2 just so I could find out if they really were setting up a "Beverly backstabs Amanda and now she runs this show" plot. It's right there... C'est la vie!!

I've been sick this week and bingeing T.U.F.F. and Bunsen Is a Beast... Every time I've gone back to those shows after time away, I'm like "Wow, every line of dialogue is SO GOOD... I missed this so much." Insane amount of animatic potential for other fandoms.

I want to do the "Well, look what we have here... SOMEONE TO BLAME!" sequence (T.U.F.F. - "House Broken") with Dev and Peri so badly... It's so "Peri trying to sneak back into the Dimmadome household after the finale" coded...

I actually have a nice-sized liveblog post in my drafts that I was leaning towards not posting, but... Bunsen is so ridiculously close to my sense of humor and T.U.F.F. to the way I like worldbuilding for animal people that it's hard for me not to fawn over them, haha. I am cringe and free. Maybe I'll post that tomorrow.

I've always wanted to write a nice 'fic for each of my fandoms. I have a whole Keswick backstory I outlined years ago (centered around the canons of Keswick fighting his clone to the death, destroying his home dimension, striking a deal with The Chief for three-hearted bloodsucking rights, stuff like that).

It's one of those "I can't spend time on this without cutting into something more important" situations... C'est la vie! Life's too short, but Keswick cracks me up. What do you mean he killed everyone on his home planet and now he has a fear of being attacked by orphans? What do you mean he drops lines like "If I didn't work for the good guys, nothing I do would be legal." What do you mean his boss drinks his blood without consent? Hey!!

I have some other T.U.F.F. drafts that mainly revolve around Snaptrap and Larry being brothers-in-law (Canon, but only confirmed outside the show) and what that's done to their family, plus some other fun stuff with Chameleon and Meerkat... I might finish those because they were going to be quick one-shots anyway and they are ITCHING at me... We will see.

I just think Meerkat's sheer desperation to get in the cool kids' club despite it being painfully obvious he doesn't know his rights or why the other villains do what they do is really funny... Snaptrap, Birdbrain, and Chameleon know they're better off calling in to inform T.U.F.F. about their plans - because doing so legalizes breaking out of jail - but Meerkat doesn't know that's allowed... He waited out his whole sentence... I love him. I can't believe Wannabee got left to pull off a crime on his own because all his teammates had jury duty... He's just a little guy...

Also, I still love Mikey Munroe... He's my favorite. He is consistently mean and manipulative... That is a CHOICE for your protag, and it's fascinating. He's the epitome of "Looks like a cinnamon roll, but would kill you." I would've loved to see a Season 2 just for more Mikey. I ADORE him <3

The thing about Bunsen is that it is silly and goofy and it's just really funny to me. What do you mean Bunsen is regularly tempted to eat Mikey and he carries reminders that these urges are natural, but he needs to resist? what. excuse me?

Anyway, I'll have to post that liveblog... I just have feelings... I can't stop thinking about Dimmsdale and Petropolis being very heavily implied to exist in the same location, but in one of these worlds, the magical forest is held at bay and in the other, it's not, so it's grown out of hand and trying to eat people... I'm screaming.

ANYWAY! It's hard to wrap my head around Chloe and Beverly interacting, but I think you're onto something there- It's the "I've been working hard since I was a preschooler" energy.

But Chloe tries to be Lawful Good and Beverly is somewhere between Lawful Evil and Chaotic Evil, so they're gunning for completely different things.

I have a headcanon that at her first Fairy World Games, Chloe tries to play for the Anti-Fairies and Pixies because she feels bad for them. This gives me the same energy... Chloe feels bad for Bev and wants to help her.

I feel like Chloe would be hugely supportive of Beverly's attempts to enroll in middle school despite being a preschooler. She'd want to be her friend. Beverly is just nice enough that it's easy to overlook how unhinged she is. I feel like Chloe could easily be suckered into helping Beverly, and by the time she realizes "I'm the assistant of a child running the park like a dictatorship," she'd be in too deep.

Chloe has such "I try to see everyone in a good light" energy, and we know from canon that this gets her suckered into doing a lot of things she doesn't want to do. Beverly apparently has enough authority to organize a picket line (At least, she was the one who dismissed everyone after the picket was over), so...

I think Bev would run this show and Chloe would have a hard time getting untangled from that. Chloe is the right-hand man who would get excited when she sees the hero showing up.

"You came back!!" [following an argument where Chloe defended Beverly] and then she glances sideways at her boss. "I mean... Oh, no... We're about to be defeated..." (Said in the same monotone as "Oh no, I have tripped on my cape").

Insert joke about Amanda and Chloe having the same VA, so they can perfectly mimic each other's voices to confuse Bev :)

[renniis]

Errr can I request a mikey angst where the f!reader loves him secretly but he doesn't return her feelings or something like that? Without a happy ending? Of course if you're comfortable with it 🥺

AAA i literally had something like this in my drafts before impulsively deleting it like i always do but it was basically the same thing i wrote below :)

‧ ｡.*✩彡 bitter truth - manjiro sano

cw: angst, unrequited love, hurt no comfort wc: 1.3k(?)

━━Ever since high school, you've never been the one to get into much trouble.

You always minded your business, trying to focus on doing things the 'right' way - which is precisely why Mikey caught your attention in the first place.

Maybe it was the cutting class and getting into fights, maybe it was the bruised knuckles and the roughed up shirt but one things for sure - even now after you've graduated and grown up, your little crush has never quite went away.

Well, ' little ' is an understatement.

Luckily for you, back in maths class you had a blonde girl that sat next to you and you quickly grew closer to her, not knowing that coincidentally she was Mikey's half sister, Emma.

The two of you eventually started going out more after graduation alongside Draken and Mikey and it almost felt like fate.

Like dumb teenagers often do - the four of you did everything together - legal or not.

Morally, it strained you since you've never quite grew accustomed to the change of not thinking before you did something and just doing it.

But you thought that maybe like that, you could relate to him more - maybe even pique his interest.

Deep inside you, you knew the chances were slim but you couldn't help but continue to try to engage with his interests hoping to somehow learn more about him.

To be more appealing to him, or rather just simply to spend time with him and hear his voice speak with excitement about whatever he liked.

Somewhere amongst all that , you noticed your heart would start racing whenever your eyes met or whenever you felt him get close to you and you've soon come to the realisation that you were in too deep.

It made you envious to see how Draken and Emma always got along so well. You knew they must be soulmates by the simple way they held hands, the way they laughed togetger and looked at eachother - the mutual understanding.

You and Mikey got along but never like that. It never felt like a double date situation like in the movies, it always felt more like 3rd wheeling with the exception it wasn't awkward.

Not at all, it was actually fun and you lived some of your best memories with the 3 of them over the summer but you couldn't help but crave more time with with just you and him , you wanted to tell Mikey that you fell for him.

You wanted to so badly that it filled up so much space in your mind you felt like you'd explode holding onto your feelings any further.

And as summer came to an end, you exchanged new phone numbers before you moved away to another city for university with a promise tainting your lips, a promise that you'd come back for him.

You went on with your life as normal, back to doing things by the book, passing all your classes with good grades.

Not smoking, not drinking, not attending the frat parties you got invited to because you had your heart set on one thing and one thing only.

It made you feel like you're going insane sometimes while waiting for the first opportunity to come up where you'd be able to catch a train home and finally confess - to lift the weight off your shoulders.

The semester came to an end and you and Mikey had kept in contact just as you promised you would - sending eachother texts regularly but you haven't called ever since you left.

You haven't heard his voice since and you couldn't lie to yourself, you missed it. The way he spoke to you and told you to hold tighter onto him while riding on the back of his bike, the way his laugh sounded - you couldn't wait to hear it all again.

When you told him you'll be coming back home soon, he asked if you had let Emma know.

You told him no in hopes he'd understand but instead he said ' we'll surprise her ' which made you sigh at his oblivion as you held onto your luggage and got on the train.

He offered to pick you up from the station and you'd have expected to see his bike parked up in the lot but instead, he was sat on the hood of his new car, looking into space as you approached him.

Although it was only small details, you couldn't help but think how things are constantly changing with him and you haven't been around to see it.

He looked more tired, more rough than before - dark eyes that lost their glint catching yours before he pulled you into a tight hug with a half smile, arms wrapped around your waist.

Has he always been this cold to the touch ? It was quite strange, as tight as the embrace was you it was like you couldn't feel any warmth coming from his body.

' I missed you '

He felt different but when you heard the small whisper coming from him as he slowly let you go, you melted instantly.

You didn't want to let him go, you couldn't stop your heart from beating looking over in the drivers seat trying to read his mind like you'd ever be able to predict him.

You never succeed, you just liked to try.

" Can we stop by our old spot ? " You asked, and he nodded with a smile, responding normally before continuing to catch up with you, the natural flow of the conversation making the journey feel shorter.

Once you reached the destination which was on the roof of an old building near a lake, the two of you sat on the ledge and looked at the setting sun reflecting onto the water, the silence finally falling and seemingly growing with each passing minute.

Anxiously, you tapped your fingers on the concreate making him take notice, placing his hand on top of yours and tilting his head in confusion, your name escaping from his lips with a smile.

" What is it ? "

Suddenly, you felt your breath hitch and your words stutter as your eyes met and you immediately turned away from him, feeling your cheeks grow hotter.

You had your doubts, you shouldn't say it - you knew you shouldn't ...but you needed to.

Because if there's even a small chance, you'd rather take it.

" Mikey, i think i'm in love with you " You blurt out suddenly , finally turning back to face him.

He sat there, a blank expression on his face before looking towards the lake again, slowly retracting his hand from yours.

" Oh - fuck "

Your stomach sank as soon as you felt his fingers slip away, the expression on his face completely unchanged but you notice the smile fading slightly.

This was it.

As expected as it was, it made your heart break much more than you could have ever predicted.

Why did you even try in the first place? You knew him and knew what you were getting yourself into.

He was never the type to love.

" I'm sorry - forget that "

You fumbled with your skirt, getting ready to stand up when he grabbed you and pulled you close, his hand wrapped around your shoulder with a chuckle.

" Don't apologise, i just... don't feel - you know " He stumbles on his words and your head sinks into his shoulder, a knot forming in your throat.

" Ah - no, i know "

" ... because i'm in love with someone else "

You raised your head off his shoulder and looked away and you couldn't control the tears that started to flow down your cheeks .

This was worse than rejection.

This feeling is what you imagined hell must feel right, you felt it weaken your whole body.

" I hope it works out for you, 'jiro " Your voice breaks unintentionally and once you turn around to face him again, you were met with a sad smile.

" Thank you "

It was quiet once you got back in the car, an unusual silence fell and it made you think even more.

Why has he not spoken ? Could it be you ruined even the friendship the two of you had ?

You cussed yourself out looking out the window, you knew you should of just kept your mouth shut.

Now it was all fucked.

When he dropped you off to your old house, you waved goodbye with a big fake smile but once you shut that front door, you felt your legs go weak and your chest burning as you let your tears fall, your body falling on the floor exhausted.

The bitter truth is that everything always ends up fucked in the end.

[starjaeyun]

MISSION !

— after sanzu's wife and daughter gets kidnapped by Bonten's rival organization, sanzu had no choice but to charge in without a plan

includes! sanzu haruchiyo x f! reader, your daughter mei

warnings! guns, kidnapping, death (not reader, mei or any bonten members), death threat, violence, blood

note! someone requested sanzu w/ a kid and a bit angsty but w/ a fluffy ending but when i added that post to my drafts it just...disappeared :(

the pink haired man happily skipped through the halls excited to go home and spend time with his wife and daughter, it's his day off tomorrow which meant he gets to spend an entire day with the two most important women in his life

but just as he was about to leave the front doors, Takeomi called out for him asking him to come back to the meeting room as something urgent occurred so suddenly

knowing he couldn't say no, groan left his lips and walked back to the meeting room grumpily

"Boss? what happened?" everyone could see how irritated Sanzu is just with the tone he used

Mikey lets out a sigh "I know you're on a day off tomorrow however you won't be able to spend time with your wife and daughter unless we rescue them" a groan escaped Sanzu's lips again

"What else could be more important boss?! I've been waiting for this day off of mine for weeks! I badly wanna spend time with my girls! I barely see my daughter despite living under the same roof! I get that we need to rescue someone but do I really need to be in there?!" Sanzu asked frustratingly as the other executives look at him with pity filled eyes

Mikey shakes his head, a frown forming on his lips "apparently it's Y/n and Mei that got kidnapped, I had just gotten a video from another organization and Y/n was tied up along with Mei. they threated to kill them if we didn't bring the amount they want so we need to get there as soon as possible"

"WHAT?!" Sanzu took a gun and extra bullets and was about to walk out of the meeting room but Kokonoi stopped him

"We can't go without a plan-"

"FUCK THE PLAN I'M SAVING MY GIRLS, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO COME UP WITH SOME SHIT! I DON'T CARE IF THIS GETS ME CAUGHT OR WHATEVER WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS I GET MY GIRLS BACK SAFE AND SOUND!"

and with that he stormed out of the meeting room to get a few men to follow him

"honestly if I find out that the people I love are kidnapped I would be doing the same so I understand his frustration" Ran says calmly while he and the other executives eyed the door

Mikey sighed, a small chuckle leaving his lips making everyone look at him confused "ever since we were young, Sanzu would go insane whenever he finds out that Y/n is in such situation then go out without a plan to rescue her. seems that he never changed"

"just like old times...we'll go rescue y/n" Mikey smirks "LET'S BEAT THIS ORGANIZATION AND RESCUE Y/N!" he screams while the executives yelled a 'yeah'

when they got to their destination they saw the guards down with a bullet on each of their heads

"seems that he got some men with him" Takeomi mumbles, throwing his cig on the floor and stepping on it

Mikey turns to them "split up in pairs, look for sanzu, y/n and mei" he says

"boss without Sanzu you don't have a partner" Kokonoi states, Mikey nodded "I know but that's least of my concern right now"

Kokonoi nodded and walked with Kakucho

after sticking a few bullets into the heads of some people they saw y/n and mei locked up in the office of the organization's leader

just as Ran was about to walk in Kokonoi and Kakucho spotted them and stopped them from entering the office

"what?!" Ran asked "don't you think it's a bit suspicious how they'll lock mei and y/n up in the office where most victims are held captive in?there has got to be some trap in here" he whispers and Rindou nodded in agreement

they turned to y/n and saw her nodding subtly and moving her eyes towards the side as if she were signalling something

with the tape in her mouth and her hands and legs tied up it was much harder to signal stuff but she hoped that they at least understood what she were trying to say

confused, Kakucho pointed his gun towards the side where y/n was moving her eyes to but he quickly lowered it down when y/n vigorously shook her head

"Mei must be near there or the bullet could bounce somewhere where Mei is" Rindou mumbles "bounce? how would a bullet bounce? that's a wall. it'll just pierce through there" Ran says confused

"if you look closely...you'll notice the wall's metal and jewelry patterned design. if the bullet hits there, y/n or Mei could be shot" Rindou explains

"so that means...Mei is under the desk or chair" Kakucho adds

the four looked at each other and when they were once again about to step in, Y/n shook her head but they didn't listen

the organization's leader stood up from his hiding spot, carrying a sleeping Mei with a gun pointed on her head

"she'll never wake up from her nap time again if any one of you move"

but just as those words left his lips a bullet came piercing through his skull

the executives turned to see an all bloodied Sanzu standing in the door with a gun in hand

"you all did great" Mikey says on their way back to Bonten's hideout

Sanzu hugs y/n and Mei, apologizing for putting them on such situation and asking if Mei saw something kids her age shouldn't see, hell she shouldn't even be in such situation

"no, she fell asleep. 'm sorry for not being able to protect myself and Mei" y/n says, leaning her head into Sanzu's chest

Mikey shakes his head "like you mentioned awhile ago, you and Mei were sleeping. besides you've been taking care of Mei, I could imagine your exhaustion"

y/n smiles and nodded "thanks 'jiro"

"your signals were so hard to understand, I hope the next time this happens they don't tie your hands and legs" Ran says, stretching his arms and legs

"oooorrr it won't happen again!" Sanzu states

they all laughed and nodded in agreement

"dad...where are we?" a completely clueless Mei who just woke up from her nap asks when she recognized her dad's suit

"we're going to disneyland sweetheart" he says making the others look at him confused, Mei tilts her head and pointed at Sanzu's bloodied suit, although the blood was dried it was still visible "but you have ketchup all over yourself..why?"

the executives exchanged looks "well- your dad and mom cooked with us but we accidentally got splattered with ketchup by your mom, she pranked us again" Takeomi explains

"NO FAIR YOU GUYS COOKED WITHOUT ME!" she exclaims and puffed her cheeks out while everyone in the car laughed

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[dearemilia]

Hiiiii! I’m happy that your requests are open and I’ve been waiting patiently

So can I request a Megumi fushiguro reader x Baji Mikey draken mitsuya chifuyu

But when they see the reader doing their domain expansion and going crazy and wild when they know that the reader is calm and cool

THEIR MEGUMI! S/O GOING INSANE DURING A MISSION

Sano Manjiro | Ryuguji Ken | Baji Keisuke

NOTE: Hello! I'm grateful that you were patient enough to wait till my requests are back open. I really appreciate it <33 And I only do 3 characters. Thank you for requesting, have a nice day/evening! <33

TAGS/NOTES: GN! Reader, mentions of violence, slight profanity, fluff at the end. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy! <3

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In which your boyfriend gets caught up in a trap during your mission and he sees you lose your insanity for the first time.

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SANO ‘MIKEY’ MANJIRO

➩ Mikey is shocked. He’s so used to you being calm and stoic that he doesn’t know what to say to you other than just watch you admiration. If people were to see you like this, they would be terrified but not Mikey. He’ll literally hype you up not caring about how dangerous the situation is. 

After you’re done with defeating the curse. You know where the part Megumi just lays down on the floor, staring at the night sky. Yeah, that would be you and Mikey.

You both would be on the ground, laying there with the comfortable silence while you both hold hands. Mikey then would lay on top of you and slowly kiss you, he’ll give you a small smile, whispering about how cool you are and how he’s so lucky to have you as his s/o.

Although, he was afraid that he might have lost you during that mission and you knew that Mikey was on the verge of crying back there but he covered it up by praising you.

Still, you wanted to reassure him that even if you aren’t always there for him. You will be there when he needs you.

“I’m so lucky you know” “I’m the one who’s lucky to have you, Manjiro...”

RYUGUJI ‘DRAKEN’ KEN

➩ Draken, he would be extremely worried. You reminded him so much of Mikey during that mission and he’s afraid that you might die. But he has to push those thoughts away and trust you.

The moment you start kicking the curse and punching it’s face while your dogs rip it’s arms off was like a horror scene to him. You held such a psychotic expression, grinning and you seemed to enjoy fighting the curse.

Maybe, this was what Gojo meant when he talked about your true potential with him. After all of that, Draken would catch you in his arms and carry you to the car belonging to your senior.

“Fucking hell, you scared me there, [Name]” Draken took one of your hands and placed it on his cheek “I’m sorry, I made you worried” Draken let out a small sigh “I’m just glad you didn’t die there” You hummed, happy that your boyfriend was worried about you.

But that probably won’t be the last time, you will get injured badly.

BAJI KEISUKE

➩ As much as he loves kicking ass. He was absolutely anxious about your mission and practically begged you to let him come with you. But of course, you said no. So guess what his dumbass did? He followed you.

And you noticed right away cause he wasn’t being slick but unfortunately, Baji and you were already caught up in the domain. So you had no choice but to be on your guard and protect your boyfriend.

You went feral once you saw the curse tried attacking Baji instead of you. You got up and Baji was shocked when the ground started shaking. Turns out it was your doing and your domain. Baji watched the scene unfold in front of him.

His serious and stoic s/o who has always scolded him for burning cars and getting into fights is now fighting freely.

You kept on punching until the curse started coughing out blood, kicking it’s head while you grin. To be honest, you reminded Baji of himself. He shouldn’t be worried, he knows you’re crazy strong but oh god please don’t die on him. He doesn’t want to lose another loved one.

The aftermath would be him taking care of you because of your injuries. He bought you Peyang Yakisoba and even kept on rambling about how cool and awesome you were back there, but oh my god. He has to admit you scared him so badly that he couldn’t sleep that night 😭

[turtle-go-brrrr]

4 times Leonardo was a dork and the time he wasn’t

Heya! I adore the "strong stoic character does something embarrassing or dumb" trope, and Leo has been left behing from that one. Also, my fervent Leo Simp Friend said these were all good ideas and I trust his judgment completely, so it's also for him. Enjoy, you Dork-ass Looser (affectionate) @weird-flex-but-ok

I have one of these "4 times ______ and 1 time ______" stories for each of them, I just got really inspired by him all of a sudden. But they're coming!

There might be a few typos here and there, but I really don't wanna wait any longer to post it :3

Requested: No

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 2500 +

Triggers: cursing, injuries, blood, intrusion

Summary: You were always sort of intimidated by the leader in blue, but a series of events shows you he might not be as serious as he wants you to think.

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First time

It took you a while to get along with all of them.

Not because you didn't trust them, or because they made it difficult, and certainly not because they're mutants. You're just not that good with new people, and you tend to shy away. Especially when you have New York's heroes in front of you.

So yeah. It took a while. But soon enough, you warmed up to your new friends, and you had a great time. Mikey was the first who made you feel welcomed, always asking questions about you and insisting you came to the lair in the first place. Donnie followed soon, after you started asking about what he was working on. It took a bit more work to get closer to Raph, but it turns out sarcasm was the way to go.

If only their leader was as approachable.

He never made you feel unsafe or unwelcomed, don’t get me wrong, he just kept a professional distance with you, which started to become quite painful as time went on. You tried not to take it personally, thinking he maybe was as shy as you were.

You had time anyway.

It was early in the evening when you made your way to the lair. For the first time since you met the turtles, you went there alone. You were a little nervous, thinking you might get lost in the maze of tunnels under the city, but figured you could just call someone if anything happened. Lucky for you, you found your way to your friend’s place, but not without hustle.

As you entered, you realized it was uncharacteristically quiet. The only sounds you could here were the faint music and the not so faint curses from Donatello’s lab. The smart decision seemed to be leave him alone, which is exactly what you did.

You haven’t been here long enough to know where to find the others, and as you didn’t exactly felt like staying alone in the living space, you tried finding your way to the dojo, as it was one of the other places you knew well.

Of course, now you got lost. Venturing into the sewers was fine, but walking into your friend's home wasn't, apparently.

You found something else, however. This particular tunnel led to a room you could identify as someone's room. You could see the large bed in the middle of the room, a small table with a bottle of water, a book, and a makeshift alarm. A set of twin swords were hanging on the right wall, just above a small bookshelf.

On your left was another table with a (healthy, you noted) bonsai tree, and next to that was Leonardo, facing a mirror. He had his right arm lifted up to his head, and was looking right to you through the mirror.

He looked absolutely horrified.

What the fuck.

He slowly rubbed his face in his hands, let out a long sigh, and turned to you, more tense than you've ever seen him. He cleared his throat as you pince your lips in a thin line to hold back a smile.

"Hello, Y/N. I... didnt think you'd come in so early."

Despite the badly lit room, you can see him bite the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah, uh, I didnt mean to... interrupt you," you say. Your voice is slightly shaking as it takes all of your willpower not to burst out laughing. And he definitely notices.

"You didn't! I uh, wasn't doing anything anyway. So, tell me- what brings you to the lair?" He asks, avoiding your eyes.

"Oh, Mikey invited me, he said I wasnt allowed to skip on movie night. You know how strong willed he is," you smirks, unable to handle it much longer.

Stiff as a board, you see the corner of his mouth twitching and hear him whisper, "... I wasn't flexing."

Silence.

You snort laugh hard enough to choke on it as you quickly turn around to hold yourself against the wall, the insanity of the situation crashing on you. Leo sat at the foot of his bed, head in his hands, and you could see him shake in repressed laughter once you wiped your tears away.

You sit next to him after finally calming down from the hysteria. He sighs, straightens his back and gives you a side glance.

"I'm not judging."

"You're still laughing, though."

"Yeah, but like, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. Still not judging."

He nods, still smiling. His voice is at least 3 octaves higher when he asks, "Please, don't tell the others."

"And what, give them the privilege of knowing about your little... ritual? Nah, don't worry about it."

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Second time

The second time your assumptions about the leader were subverted happended only two weeks after the... incident.

You had invited the whole crew to your place for the very first time, and they were all excited to come. You made a copious dinner: a few veggie cakes, chicken wings and a bowl of roasted potatoes. They were supposed to bring the drinks and movies, and April and Casey were in charge of the desert.

A perfect night, it seemed.

And it would have been if they could decide what to watch first without jumping at each other's throats.

"You guys need to grow up."

"Leave me out of thi-"

"Donnie's suggesting Velocipastor of all things and you think we need to grow up? Come on, Y/N, I thought you were better than that."

"Okay, first of all, how dare you. And second, this movie's a masterpie-"

"Yeah, because everyone knows that his supremior intellect means he's the only one who gets to choose a dumb movie. Why won't you guys watch Sharknado?"

"Supremior isn't a word. And it's because unlike you, peasants, I have taste." A devilish smile creeps up Donnie's face. The bastard is doing it on purpose.

"Peasants?!"

"You ugly-ass son of a-"

"Hey! Leave Dad out of this!"

"We could watch Shrek instead?"

You decided to go get some glasses in the kitchen, leaving the children to their stupid fight. Searching through your cupboard, you hear a crashing sound, quickly followed by utter and complete silence.

Oh no.

In insight, leaving them alone was maybe not the best idea. You were reconsidering bringing glasses into the mess as you made your way to the origin of the sound. And what a mess it was.

Your friends were all expressing shock in some way, Casey (surprisingly) being the most dramatic of them all with his hands right in front of his face and his jaw hanging open. They were all looking back and forth between you and another direction near the table.

The really cool bowl that held the delicious potatoes you made was broken on the floor. There was glass and potatoes everywhere, but the biggest shards were in a neat pile, right behind Leonardo, who looked like a deer in headlights.

"... nothing happended."

"I'm... starting to think it's a habit of yours," you say as you watch him not so discretely try to hide the broken pieces behind his foot.

"Look, if you keep putting your foot in there you're gonna hurt yourself. Just, step away a bit, will you?"

"I'm sorry I broke it. Let me help you clean up, I don't want you to cut yourself."

"It's okay! Don't touch it, I'll get a bag," you say as he starts to gather the biggest shards.

Won't even listen for one second, will he?

Raph was already picking up the untouched potatoes to put them in the plates on the table, and April went to the kitchen with you to retrieve the bag and cleaning supplies.

"Ew, Mikey don't eat that."

"Thirty seconds rule, baby."

"It's five seconds, you moron. And it's way over thirty anyway. Spit it out."

The rest of the night went on without further issues, but Leo still looked apologetic during the movie. Which is probably why he was standing before you as his brothers were leaving.

"Thank you for the evening. And I'm... sorry again for the bowl."

"Hey it's okay, man. Don't worry about it. As long as no one gets hurt it's not that big of a deal."

"I'll get you a new one." He doesn't wait for your answer and ruffles your hair before taking off.

"Text me when you guys get home!" You scream into the night, hoping one of them heard you.

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Third time

It's surprisingly easy to mess with Fearless.

You were in the living room, getting your ass beat on Mario Kart by Mikey, when you decided to take a break for your stomach (and ego)’s sake. You made your way to the kitchen, where Leo and Raph were in a heated discussion. Raph looked

“I’m telling you, 4 inches is too small. What do you get from 4 inches ? Nothing. But 10 inches ? It really makes you feel something.”

…

What?

You looked down on the table and saw multiple ingredients lined up on the table, with a long piece of bread on the side.

Oh, sandwiches. Got it.

Leo’s back was facing you, but Raph gave you a knowing glance, one that said ‘do it’. So, you did. Not without a smirk, first.

“Oh, wow, Leo ! I didn’t think you’d be so open about that kind of conversations.” You open the fridge, hoping you can hide your smile behind the door.

“What ? What do you m-” His face falls. Raph starts chuckling next to you and it looks like Leo’s brain is rebooting. 

“I mean, I’m not judging. You do you, buddy, I’m happy for you. Just surprised you choose lunch time to talk about it.” And in other circumstances, you’d mean every word. But right now, messing with your friend is too good to pass on.

“No, hold on- I didnt mean- It’s not what you think ! I’m talking about sandwiches !” He tries to show you the ingredients currently on the table, but Raph decides it’s time to join the fun.

“Lying isn’t vey Bushido of you, Honor Boy,” he winks at you and you can’t repress a giggle.

He puts his face in his hands, knowing very well that the both of you ganged up on him but unable to save face. He just smiles, goes back on his chair and hides his head in his arms, hoping you won’t see how embarassed you made him.

“Hey, you like what you like. Have fun with your sandwiches.” You give him an innocent smile, pat him twice on the shoulder, and join Mikey back on the couch with a plate of grapes.

You could hear Raph’s light chuckle from the kitchen.

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Fourth time

Mornings are hard.

And they’re even worse when you spent the whole night sewing an arm back together after a sword gave it a nasty cut. And getting glass shards off of your friend’s shell. And putting a bone back in it’s rightful place after a particularly bad fall.

Yeah. Long night. And a tense one, too.

Because with the physical pain came the chock and residual fears, the anger and blaming. Everyone was stil on guard, and all that tension was exhausting. You barely slept, too worried that one of your friend’s state would degrade if you didn’t keep an eye on them at all times. Which didn’t really help you get the rest you needed.

If you were hoping the morning would be kinder on all of you, you quickly realized that it was a mistake. While, luckily for the turles, the mutagen was already healing their physical wounds, the emotional exhaustion of the previous night was still heavy. Of all of your conscious friends, not one dared break the eerie silence.

It was weird, seeing them like this. But you couldn’t force yourself to say anything, strangely scared of what could happen. You resumed to making breakfast for everyone and bringing clean towels to the still sleeping feverish turtle in the medbay. Splinter and Mikey were at the kitchen table, quietly accepting your offering, when Leo came into the room from the medbay.

He was still half asleep, and in his drowsiness didn’t see the wall he accidentally ran into.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.”

Everyone turned to Leo, who it took a solid minute of staring blindly at the wall to realize what just happened.

Donnie was the first to laugh. It didn’t take long for april and Mikey to join, soon followed by Splinter affectionately patting his son’s arm. Leo smiled and shook his head, as their lighthearted laugh was contagious.

The leader in blue was more of a goofball than what you first expected, and you were grateful for it in the fading tensions of the morning.

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One time he wasn't

When someone intrudes your home, especially at 4 am when you were sleeping in the next room, a lot of things go through your head.

Did they take anything?

Yes. Your bag with your wallet, some cash, your credit card, your ID, and a few fidelity cards from various stores. Your laptop. A set of keys. That one blanket Raph made you (probably to carry everything without making too much noise).

Why you?

Why not? Your apartment isn't isolated, but it's not exactly on a main street either. It was probably practical for them.

Were they armed?

Who knows. Maybe. Maybe not. Probably. Statistically, most likely.

What could have happened if you had tried to confront them?

A lot of things. Maybe, if you let them know you were awake and knew what was going on, without necessarily confronting them, it would have been enough to make them run away. Or maybe there were multiple armed people, and they wouldn't hesitate to use force if necessary.

Who knows.

Can the police find this person?

Statistically? No. At least, that's what Casey told you when you asked him. Unless they got really lucky, they won't find anything.

Or at least the stuff they stole?

Again, unlikely. Unless they can trace your laptop back to the guy, or someone can give a physical description and a direction, there's not a lot they can do.

What can you do now?

Call your bank. And your insurance. And your landlord. Let them know what happened and follow their directive, they'll guide you through their procedure and help you soften the blow.

Casey was the first person you called when you woke up this night, and he was at your place within minutes with two other colleagues (the closest he could find). He spent the rest of the night reassuring you, helping you with the phone calls, asking around for witnesses, but nothing.

It's weird, feeling unsafe for the first time in a place you had called Home for years. It's disturbing. You can feel the nausea your anxiety is giving you, and a headache starts to grow at the back of your skull.

You don't really like this feeling.

So when your turtle friends dropped by the next evening without telling you and you welcomed them with a swing of your favorite pan, let's just say reactions were split.

"I can hack into your computer to find its location if you want. Wouldn't be the first time."

"What?"

"What? I mean, I didn't do it for your location last time. I know all about your search history, though."

"We're gonna have a talk about boundaries and privacy once we're done dealing with that," you sigh. You crash down on the couch next to your friend and mindlessly watch him work.

Leo comes up to you and gently nudges your shoulder. "Hey, do you have a toolbox somewhere? We brought locks to put on your door and windows. You know, just in case."

You nod, quiet, and lead him to your room where you keep most of the most useful stuff you own, including but not limited to a toolbox and a first aid kit.

Your movements were almost mechanical as you retrieved the box and handed it to him, and you decided to help him put up the locks to keep your mind occupied.

He was concerned. You looked like you were still in choc, which he could completely understand. Getting robbed is awful in itself, but getting robbed while you're sleeping in the next room? Horrific, in his mind.

He was also furious. He couldn't be there for you. This person had the nerves to go after his friend, and what if you got hurt? He wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

He noticed he was staring when your eyes met his.

"Hey. We're gonna do whatever we can to find them. We're also gonna focus our patrols in your neighborhood for at least a few weeks, until you feel better," he puts a hand on your shoulder. "It's gonna be okay Y/N. Trust me."

You look up to him, and when you look into his eyes, you know he means it. You let your head fall against his plastron as he holds you against him, a silent promise for safety.

"Hey shorty," Raph pulls his head into the crack of the door to address you. "Wanna learn how to fight? I can turn you into a death machine."

You heard the faint "Raph, what the fuck" coming from Mikey who was still in the living room.

You gave a small laugh as you got up, Leo following you closely to the living room.

"Hey! Fighting isn't for everyone. But I could make you a really cool taser, if you want."

"What's with you and tasers?"

"They're efficient."

The bell ringed and April came in holding 4 boxes of pizza, that Mikey assisted her with as soon as she set a foot inside.

You looked around at your friends as April brandished the pizzas like a trophy while Raph and Donnie went back and forth trying to decide who, between man power and electricity, would win in a fight.

And you realized that yes, Leo was right.

It's gonna be okay.

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Nineteen

The Dead Body

Pairing: Kisaki x Fem!Reader

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For the rest of that evening, into the night, and the first few hours of the new day, you find yourself unable to sleep. Too hot, you lay above your covers before you sweat to death. And at the same time, your mind is spinning. You can't help thinking about how Kazutora told you Mikey was nearby... But also confused since Kisaki said Kazutora was on Toman's side.

At this point, you don't even know who to believe. Kisaki is so charismatic, he could sell you air and you just have to keep reminding yourself how badly you hated him not even a week ago.

Suddenly, in the midst of your thoughts, your door bursts open. Too tired, you don't move as Kazutora's hair bounces across your room. You can hear him rifling through your things, pulling out clothes, shoes, makeup, and whatever else he can find. Now in a panic, you sit up and watch him packing a large suitcase that sits on top of your dresser.

"What the hell are you doing with my stuff?" you ask as he continues to go about his business in your room.

"They're coming. You need to get out now," he replies vaguely.

"Who? You mean Toman? I seriously doubt they're coming right now... H-How do you know?" you wonder, getting a bit more worried as you ramble on.

"I spotted 'em on my camera. And I was tipped off," he pants between breaths as he rushes around your room. "Don't just stand there! Get dressed!"

The crazed look he gives with his blown out eyes makes chills run down your spine. You nod profusely and jump out of your bed to grab the first set of clothes you can find and run to your bathroom across the room.

When you get back, Kazutora's slung the bag over his shoulder and is waiting right outside the bathroom door for you. He doesn't wait to tell you anything more before grabbing you by the hand and racing you out of the building.

"Hey, wait, isn't Kisaki coming with us?!" you ask nervously. "He was their initial target, after all."

"He'll meet us there," he replies quickly as he throws your bag to the ground. "Shit," he then mumbles. You watch as he begins to turn each of his pockets inside out one by one, fumbling around for his car keys. "Dammit," he grumbles, "I'll be right back. Don't fucking move!"

"Okay," you call out to nobody as Kazutora's already inside. You sit down on your suitcase and begin to close your eyes. Just as you let out a yawn, the suitcase you're sitting on is yanked away from you, soon followed by your arm. In an instant, you're pulled into that red Alfa Romeo you were supposed to meet Aki by during that fake job Kisaki set up for you.

As you're pushed inside, you look over and find Kisaki climbing into the driver's seat.

"You're still here?" you hum as your eyebrows knit together. "What's going on? Kazutora said you were meeting us somewhere."

"That idiot's fucking insane. I'm done dealing with his bullshit," Kisaki admits as he puts his car in drive and races off before you've got a chance to ask anything else. But, it still doesn't halt you from asking as he merges in with traffic.

"Where are we going?"

"To the airport," he says in as few words as possible, as per Kisaki's style you suppose. "I don't want to stick around with these assholes anymore."

Then why can't he just leave by himself? Why does he need me?

After what seems like thirty minutes of staring out the car window in awkward silence, you finally arrive at the airport. However, Kisaki doesn't treat the airport like a normal human being would, and instead drives right on up to the airport's landing pad like he owns the damn place.

When he stops, he parks right outside a whirring helicopter. He gets out of the car without a single regard to whatever you're doing and grabs a different suitcase from the back of the car. You watch him silently until you realize that he's not going to ask you to hurry up.

You get out of the car and cover your ears, not expecting how insanely loud a helicopter really is (especially up close).

"Kisaki!" you yell over the car. "What about my suitcase?! Where is it?!"

"Y/N, I don't have time for this," he shouts back. "Kazutora is going to be here soon!"

You grind your teeth together at how frustratingly pretentious he can be. Pissed off, you walk around to the trunk of the car to check back there for your suitcase. However, as you stand beside Kisaki, he lifts up a gun to your head. Instantly, you lift both of your hands and back up a step. If only you could make a run for it, but it's practically guaranteed you'll get crushed by a wheel of a plane if you leave.

"What the hell," you seeth as anger drips from your tone.

"What's wrong, love? Did you forget that you were my target this whole time? Just because you gave up on killing me doesn't mean I stopped. Or were you too stupid enough to remember all of that?" he hums.

"We had a truce!" you exclaim. "You can't-"

Despite your attempt at negotiation, Kisaki shoots you directly in the left shoulder. You fall to your knees, gripping your shoulder as a scream tears from your throat.

"Was anything you told me even real, you ass?!" you spit as your vision becomes blurry and the world seems to swirl around you. "Any of those conversations we had? All that bullshit you made me go through so you could get your way? Was it all just to fucking leave me dead in the middle of an airport?!"

Kisaki scoffs as he takes a step forward and grabs you by the chin. "You got attached and let your guard down way too easily. Don't blame me for your mistakes. I told you that I'd be the one to kill you. And I no longer need you anymore."

With that, the grip of his pistol knocks into your right temple, sending you directly onto the hard ground. The last thing you feel is your body hit the floor before all of your senses give out.

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Taglist: @hanmascult @kokotakeomi @hana-patata

[moxfirefly]

Can i get a breeding kink prompt With mikey please? 👉👈

👁👄👁 I am-

Listen, do not get me started on this...

Okay here we gooooo

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Michelangelo had everything down to a science, which he always found hilarious since he wasn’t the science guy here. But ironic joke aside, he truly did have it all thought out to the point of near perfection.

Because Spring sucks.

Spring is annoying.

Everyone’s in a mood, everyone is in a state of perpetual chest pumping and nothing gets done. Mikey had long since learned that skating the excessive energy out of his system worked fabolously, combine that with some much needed alone time with a skin magazine or video and he could call it a night.

Spring is so annoying.

With you though, he had glossed over in a vague matter that maybe it would be best for you to hang back for a few days. Naturally that was odd, Mikey sometimes wanted to glue you to his shell if he could. A quick look of the calendar filled in the blanks, mutterings about approaching Spring Fever as they had named it were ongoing on the nights you’d been there. Mikey was being courteous, nay he was being shy at the very least.

Curiosity on your end though, would be your undoing.

So you packed your overnight bag with the essentials . He was probably overselling this whole Heat issue, it wasn’t like Mikey’s libido was at a soft two even on a bad day. That man could watch you shaver your legs with a full on mud mask on your face and still pop a boner. Naturally though you maybe should’ve listened

but your feet were already taking to the nearest Lair entrance.

Mikey felt antsy , even after spending three hours on his board. He even took out his old normal board to practice basic tricks on it, he’d played video games for an hour, thought about you for another hour and still his skin felt electric. The air in the Lair tonight was about the same, everyone was locked away to avoid unnecessary fighting. He figured he’d shower, think about you once again and retreat back to his room.

He felt a little better after the hot shower, he’d even found that you had left one of those sweet smelling body gels. That had significantly distracted him and now he couldn’t stop smelling himself, for he smelled like you. In his trance he neglected to perhaps notice that your scent had picked up a little more but he figured it was himself.

He nudged the curtain aside that led to his room (Raph had moved out a few months back) and tossed his towel somewhere in the chaos.

Then he saw you there, on his bed, flipping away on some random magazine he had lying around looking like a dream. Mikey froze on the spot, you looked up and smiled.

“So what’s the big deal? Aside from how funeral like quiet everything is around, has anybody sprouted a third arm?” You joked whilst setting the magazine aside, you sat up and assessed him. He was freshly showered, smelling of your favorite shower gel and wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

For Mikey though, his literal reptile brain was only making him notice how gorgeous you looked in nothing but some stay at home shorts and a flimsy oversized crop top. Naturally you had settled into your relaxed attire once here, most of the time it consisted of things Mikey either outgrew or didn’t use anymore. He approached, tentatively.

“No third arms dude, just you know; tension in the air” He chuckled and so did you, you couldn’t help but notice how fixated his gaze was. He looked at every little detail of yours more intently, enjoying it even more. Mikey reached out and ran his knuckles across your chin. You kept your smile, sneaking down to press a soft kiss on his wrist. “What’ya been up to then?” You not so innocently asked as he started playing with your hair.

Mikey’s mind was too clouded, it had been clouded all day with scandalous thoughts of you. Even now as you sat in front him, the picture of sweetness and loveliness all he wanted was to consume himself in you. “Thinking of you” He answered distracted by ideas of pulling your hair, watching your mouth open in a gasp, body shaking with pleasure.

Maybe spring didn’t have to be so annoying...

“Well I’m here now, you should’ve just said so” You liked how concentrated he seemed, fascinated with your hair or with caressing your cheek. You also didn’t mind that he was barely dressed, all strong legs and thin waist for display. You wondered just how badly he was fighting to not make his arousal so evident.

Then his hand retreated and he got down on both knees. His hands rested on your knees and you swore his pupils were blown out already, you pressed your legs tightly together.

“I can smell it, don’t hide it”

That sentence shook you. Your face flushed at his words but it only served for another shot of heat to pool beneath you. Mikey seemed so different, that cheery flirtatious nature of his wasn’t all quite there and you couldn’t help but wonder what lay in store for you.

He hooked his fingers in your shorts and pulled them down slowly, his excited energy was there but more zeroed in on the task at hand. You let him take them off for you, soon your underwear as well, his firm but gentle hand nudged you backwards. You laid down, breathing anticipation and exhaling desire when you felt those strong hands of his spread you.

“You smell so fucking good” Any and all rational thought had exited. All he wanted was to taste you, fuck you and claim you as his. He bit the inside of your thigh, enjoying the muscle tremble. When you felt a string of spit on your core and that wet warm tongue flick up your slit, you bit down on your lip. Mikey was never controlled, especially in this activity, he went at it like it was his last meal. But this honed in method left you shakey and needy.

He wanted you shakey and needy.

Thus he did the same, licking and sucking slowly, calculatedly. You looked down, his meticulous attacks making you squeeze your legs against his head. That brought a lengthy groan out of him, his hands gripped your thighs more and his movements picked up a little more in forcefulness. Soon enough he had you teetering on the precipice, close and closer and each second you swore he’d give it he took it back. You whined frustratedly, hand smacking down on the bed. Your heated gaze found Mikey’s, mouth wet with your essence, pupils still so blown you could barely make out his baby blues. He sucked a finger into his mouth and found your opening, your eyes rolled back into your head.

“You’re so damn wet, like you always get this wet whenever I eat you out” He was knuckle deep, making you crossed eyed as he found your spot and thrusted. “I wish you could feel what I feel when I slide into this pussy” He angled his finger, loving how you bit down hard to muffle a moan. His thumb found your clit and you nearly sobbed. “Fuck you’re so good, you’re all mine aren’t you? This...” He made a come hither motion with said digit. “This all mine?” He asked, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

You nodded vigorously, anything for him to just apply a little more pleasure to hit that spot with just a little more force.

Then Mikey was pulling out his finger and sucking the digit clean.

Yet another frustrated sound left you and you swore he smirked. When he got up, you bit your lip. He was fully hard, leaking and staining the front of his underwear. Good, served him right for the torturing. You made do of your shirt, not missing the hungry look when he saw you were bare beneath the shirt. Opting for some retaliation you fondled them, pinching and kneading. Mikey’s eyes followed them as he kicked off his underwear.

When he gripped your waist you figured he was going to climb on you.

You didn’t expect him to quite literally turn you around and manuveour you onto all fours.

This wasn’t an usual pose for Mikey, it’s not to say he didn’t indulge in it but he preferred to watch you ride him or to be so sweetly spooned against you. This felt, primal. He still seemed unsatisfied that he couldn’t watch you, so he improvised.

Once again wrapping an strong forearm around your waist he took you towards a small dresser that had a mirror. Your wide eyes were comical at this point, this was so unlike him and yet you found yourself so insanely turned on by it. He nudged your legs apart with his foot, hand on your lower back he guided himself in with his other.

That initial burn would never stop being your favorite and Mikey had full view of your eyes leaving their sockets. That gravely churr startled you, his usually didnt run that deep more along the lines of a pleasant purr. You clenched around him and his mouth hung open. That very sensation was something he could dream about awake. He had that feeling committed to memory, often times trying to replicate it with his hand whenever he missed you.

“Jesus fucking hell, Mike please move” You rested on your forearms, trying to move back against him but he held a firm hand on your lower back denying it. He remained quiet, you whined. “Please babe, please I want it so bad” Your eyes drifted to the mirror catchi. Mikey’s heated gaze and grin, he was definitely eating this display up.

He leaned over you, mouth close to your ear. “If... if I start I’m gonna keep going until you’re filled up with my cum” He tested his words by starting to move, hands gripping your waist tightly. The relief that washed over you was immediate, this angle was always a weak point for you so you knew lasting would be difficult.

Then Mikey slammed into you with enough force to rattle the dresser and it’s contents. Your mouth opened in a silent gasp, you watched how consumed he was feeling you. “Oh fuck Mikey, that’s so good” You felt him pulse inside of you, always one for praises this one.

“You’re gonna take it for me? Mhm?” He thrusted hard, demanding. You threw your head back, a blissed out grin breaking out on your face. “God yes, all of it baby, fill me up” You moaned, more so when he wrapped his arm across you chest and held you against his hard plastron. “Yes you are, you’re gonna take it all, every last drop” He shoved his finger into your mouth, pace quickening, churring nonestop.

He continued his words, each one making you hotter, the two of you were going to be a blushing mess after this. “Gonna fill you up, knock you up” He grunted against your ear, the angle was slightly uncomfortable but you were too lost in the lust to bother. You nodded trying to say ‘yes yes yes’ with his thick digit in your mouth.

Mikey felt you tighten so suffocatingly hard that you bit down pretty hard on his finger. He took it out just as you started to scream with your pent up release. “That’s my giiiirl” He groaned against you, slamming two more times before spilling himself in you. It felt never ending, each spurt deep within, Mikey’s short hard thrust making you slump forward in his arms. “Fu-uck Mike” Your voice shook, legs trembled as he emptied himself inside of you. He remained there, buried so far in, loving the mixture of his mess and yours.

Mikey bit down on your shoulder, hips starting to move again, his member twitching back to life. Your eyes shot open, watching him through the mirror. He kept you against him, this time by gripping both your breast.

His previous statement swam inside your foggy brain.

‘If I start, I’m not gonna stop...’

Spring was officially your favorite season.

[lambourngb]

he’s got a smart mouth but a good heart - Michael Guerin

It’s Day 2, celebrating characters, and much to my own surprise, at the end of season 2, Michael Guerin decided to move into my brain and take up residence. Obviously I still love Alex Manes (He lives first and foremost in my brain since 1x08), but there was something about how Michael buried his own pain about his mother to help everyone in season two that rang pretty true to my own life right now. I didn’t always like what he was doing in season 2 but I understood it.

Anyway, when I find a story that celebrates how complicated he is, I cheer and rejoice- so here’s a few of the stories that I have gone back to again and again.

Truck stop knives and other assessors of childhood @angsty-aliens (13,200) I can’t lie, I love a good trope story, and I especially love a good sci-fi trope story, so this story hits all of my buttons. It takes our two science nerds, Liz and Michael, mucking around, and accidentally creating a version of Michael- but not just any version, but the child who hitchhiked to Fosters ranch, completely over humans and desperate to find his family. The kid who was feral from neglect and abuse... he was the cutest thing and the most mortifying thing that ever happened to Michael to be displayed and shown. This story takes the de-aged trope and turns it on its head, and oh yeah, there’s a sweet backdrop to Michael and Alex getting together.

Implicit Memories of You by @ninswhimsy (3464) - So this is an amnesia story canon-divergent story set after 2x11 basically, where they use the mind erasing drug on Michael. I know, I’m reccing this about Michael characterization, but it’s so solidly him after all the memories are stripped away and he’s acting on instincts, locked in a room to torture Alex with before death. There’s so much going on in so few words, something that Nin is a master at, especially the ephemeral remembrances of his mother that Michael has- oof right in the feels.

Maybe this time (he’ll stay) by @hannah-writes​ (7700) This is a sequel to one of my favorite stories I recced last year, dealing in alternative timelines where in one world, Michael is lost and alone and has pushed Alex away, and in another world where Alex came home from Iraq in a flagged draped coffin. It answers the question, what about Mikey? Where’s his happy ending? The confirmation of the multiverse means there’s an Alex out there who needs him- and through trial and error, Michael finds him. The world building in both stories is top notch, because for every action, there’s a reaction and reason shaping Michael.

Constant as the northern star by celzmccelz (53,000) - don’t know the tumblr here - This is an Mpreg, and it starts solidly after 1x13 and goes AU from there. But what if in the 100 mile drive home from Caulfield, Michael and Alex share a grief-induced moment of insanity where they fall back into their oldest language- sex for comfort, and then Michael does everything he does in the finale, including turning toward Maria, what if there was a souvenir? Despite the trope of mpreg, this is just how I see Michael, deeply in love with Alex but unable to trust that Alex feels the same depth in return. The friendships in here are also top-notch, from Kyle being a baby-doctor, to Isobel having her own Max-related spiral unable to let go of her brother only to refocus on Michael, to Liz fucking off with Rosa for the first half of the story because she’s caught up in her own grief (which turned out to be canon!). And there’s a whole plot here! With Jesse Manes being the worst.

Leave the light on by @sabrinachill​ (36,900) - Confession time- I love fake dating as a trope, I know, shocked right? But I especially love it with RNM because Malex are exes by 1x03. Mattie nailed the dynamic of pining and the assumption of unrequited love so well in this story. Although the POV switches here a bit between chapters, (and Alex is fabulous) what I really really loved was how she wrote Michael, in love but convinced that he’s messed up too much for Alex. Aware of his faults but not in a sullen way, but an acknowledgment that he was in a bad place and Alex hasn’t always been the best remedy him in the past. It was a very mature take on the “give me another chance” trope in Malex reunion stories, where both sides had a share of blame. The plot was suspenseful and tight (how do people do that???) with a climax that honestly shocked me! I really enjoyed rereading it while I prepped my rec-sets, and I won’t be surprised if this story isn’t mentioned by everyone doing ‘Creators Week’. It’s worthy of all the love.

Temporary wounds by @prouvaireafterdark​ (7800) - How many times can I rec this story? Hopefully you’re not bored by my adoration of this Lynne.  So even though it’s set post-season 1 with the assumption that Michael/Maria will fizzle out while Alex/Forrest date- it’s actually perfectly set for season 3 (an author who is psychic??). As a rule, I hate jealousy as a trope, but this story has the only type of jealousy I want to see on screen- where Michael wonders what was missing inside of him that Alex didn’t want to be public during their long affair (even with the acknowledgment that Alex was too scared before)- like that type of sad pining is my catnip!

The first who ever did by nostalijinks (33,000) post season 1, but really it also stands pretty well after season 2.  There was an interview during season 1 I think that talked about how all Michael really wanted was to be a hero to Alex (the way he stepped in front of Jesse as a kid)  but he thinks he failed at it since Alex enlisted. That failure soured him in ways but he never stops trying, for Alex. This is a really well done 5 times plus 1 story, with an overreaching arc of reconciliation between Alex and Michael, starting as teenagers, then as adults while Michael is with Maria, then as friends, real friends, trying to support Alex as Alex dates. The whole emotional journey of maturity that Michael takes here is so well done, where there’s no real villains in the friend group. I just love it. I wish the author had written 100 more like this one, but as a standalone work it’s epic.

The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger by @iwontbeyourmedicine​ (25,000) Ly has a very large body of work, that you could spend days paging through on AO3 or tumblr, but this one hits two of my kinks hard- the amnesia story line and true love conquers all. So three fandoms ago I was huge into Steve/Bucky, that iconic moment in Cap 2 where Bucky breaks through the brainwashing has never left me. This story takes my love for that moment, and makes it Malex. Alex gets programmed by his family and set loose on his friends, on the aliens and it’s a shitshow bloodbath since he’s really fucking good at kicking ass. Michael is caught between keeping everyone safe and trying not to hurt Alex, and the tension is just top-notch. I love how it’s not an immediate fix either, the way they circle each other in the aftermath, wanting to come home, but home would be a totally new step for both of them. Just chef’s kiss good at joining action, angst, and romance together.

Into the palm of your hand by @haloud​ (5900) hal is a treasured friend, so I am admitting some bias here, but we both enjoy talking about how wonderful and sad Michael is and how desperately we enjoy poking at that softness and then wrapping him up with love again... so this story was written pre-shamegate (and if you know what that means, I’m sorry) but it matches my head canon of what the history of hiding does to someone. The internalization of believing maybe there’s a reason behind the hiding that has nothing to do with homophobic townies. Alex has an ex boyfriend come to town, and he doesn’t tell Michael. And omg the journey hal takes us on with Michael’s spiral and Brave Little Toaster act was so wonderful and painful and real. The communication between these two was top notch as they worked through a road bump from the past, and let’s face it, once we get our malex back, these things are going to happen, and it will either tear them apart or bring them closer together- I prefer to believe it will be closer together.

There is beauty in a failure by @jule1122​ (2400) There’s been a few Greg and Michael stories to pop up on my radar after 2x10, and this one was one of my favorites. This is a Greg who pulls no punches in exposing his brother’s past to Michael, but also gives Michael the space to work through what he wants. It’s an AU from 2x12, that allowed Michael to break up with Maria for basically the same reasons that Maria used on him in 2x13. The way Michael is able to what he wants and communicate it Alex in the end- so good! We can only hope to see something similar in season 3.

I don’t know what to think (but I think of supernovas) by @queersirius​ (3900) This story is a delight from start to finish- I mean frustrated cursing turns the console on into a hologram who then takes the most pleasing form to Michael’s eyes? SIGN ME UP for those shenanigans. I fucking loved how Isobel saw it first too. And then the comedy of Alex discovering it? And what happens afterwards? Oh it’s so delicious. Now of course, full disclosure, this light-hearted romp through the feels also inspired me  to think up a much much sadder version of Michael building an AI for companionship considering how isolated he ended up being at the end of Season 2 and we all know Michael needs friends, badly.

Innuendo by the Roswell anon (6000) written for @bisexualalienblast​  the roswell anon is my favorite treasure in this fandom, I could pretty much list all of their stories as examples of some very fine Michael Guerin characterization. This one was one of my favorite post-season 1 fix-it fics though, because it has some of the most real 28-30 year old guy dialogue I’ve come across- from the crude jokes, to the sharply self-deprecating observations- this is Alex and Michael stripped down, all edges but what’s left is fatigue and love. The resolution at the end, where Alex observes that yes, Michael has tried the last 10 years but this is their first chance to try together- to pull in the same direction? It just lays me flat on the ground with how true that is to canon.

Whenever You Want to Begin, Begin by @foramomentonly (3200) - this is a sequel, and the first story is dynamite- don’t get me wrong- but it moves from the hopeful side of an ending to legit Happily-Ever-After here, and I devoured every word. First of all, having Michael turn to photography as a way of self-improvement is fucking genius. Photographers are always at the center of every happy event, but never the focus, and that screams Michael to me, the way he lives on the outskirts of the 9-5 job and literal outskirts of town in his trailer. The other thing is photographers are revealed by their work, and that’s also something I head-canon with Michael just in the mundane- he’s good with his hands, he wants to leave a car better than he found. Anyway, this story is gorgeously written, moves a bit like a really good bottle of wine- heavy but soft, as you watch Michael become Alex’s friend, and even more importantly, Alex becomes Michael’s friend. Fantastic- I’ve read it about four times now since it was published.

[singthebodyelectric-tmnt]

I Sing the Body Electric 1

Raphie

Sometimes, being the eldest has its perks, like the ability to keep a resting bitch face even if you wanted to panic or react badly.

Raphael doesn’t remember how or when it first happened but he began seeing other versions of himself.

Now, a normal person would comment on this and in normal circumstances he would. He definitely would. He would totally tell his family.

But… Raphie glanced at his brothers and father as they were eating breakfast. He doesn’t think it’s the right time. Michael had prepared English Breakfast with beans on toast, blood pudding, tomatoes, eggs and actual hashed browns. His baby brother was an angel. Currently, their youngest was humming a tune and serving their portions.

Their father hummed along with Mikey, eating his portion of breakfast, not knowing the song his son was singing but it was clear he wanted to join in his child’s joy. His two other brothers on the other hand were uncharacteristically surly. Well...Don was surly- er if that was a word? Don was massaging his temple like he had a massive headache and was picking at his food slowly. There were massive eye bags under his eyes like he pulled another all nighter and he was nursing a massive coffee mug. Leon was stabbing at the bits of food he could reach like he was keeping his anger in check.  

Raphie frowned. They were just fine a few minutes ago, joking with each other so he knew they weren’t angry at each other. But he did notice Leon look to the side and clenched his fist. Don on the other hand had stiffened, like he was listening for something. He shook his head and just went back to staring at his coffee. Maybe...just maybe...they had the same dilemma as him. But he had to be sure, without sounding insane, of course. Raphie picked up his fork and began to eat. “Your Mikey is really good at cooking, huh?” Raphie eyed the speaker and after a minute he gave a smile and a curt nod. His visitors today were, thankfully, the two Raphaels that he liked the most. It sounded completely insane, didn’t it? Being haunted by other versions of him. At least, he thinks they’re ghosts, but the way they act, he could be wrong. They were both much shorter than him, one of them is smaller than the other. By the way the shorter one talked, he also was probably older than the two of them. Raphie broadcasted his thoughts to them: “Yeah. Pops taught all of us to cook cos’ he said food brings people together but it’s Mikey that took that lesson to heart”. The older Raph quietly observed the table while the small, angrier one was observing his brothers and father wistfully. “I’m sorry about the one Raph that insulted you for being super-close to your brothers. It’s a surprise to all of us, man...you’re a first” “Oh?” Raphie asked. Raphie frowned. If it wasn’t for Leo lounging within the vicinity, he would have punched that Raph for making horrible quips about his second youngest brother. Which was a GOOD thing too because the older Raph explained, if they hurt the visitor, they hurt the host….which would be Raphie himself. “Why are you saying sorry for him? He should be responsible for his actions. Isn’t he an adult too? Or is he too chicken to own up to his feelings?” The two Raphs stared at him. The younger, angrier one looked down and muttered, “Goddamn, not only are you huge, you’re even level headed and reasonable. It’s unbelievable. You’re perfect ” Raph narrowed his eyes. “ I ain’t perfect, you know? No one is. I just know how to handle tantrums from younger brothers. A bit different when it’s coming from a supposed adult, yeah?” The older Raph blinked. “Wait... you’re the Eldest? Does that mean-” “Hey Raphael, brotherino, light of my life, the first of this generation of Hamatos, dearest leader. We totally patrollin’ with April and Casey today, yeah?,” Leon suddenly interjected out of the blue. He had a smirk on his face and was looking at Raphie’s general area but not exactly where Raphie is. Oh no . He knew that smile, and that meant trouble. He noticed that Don had taken his mug and had a smirk on his face while drinking. Raphie just smiled and nodded at Leon. He’ll have to wait until Splinter leaves to test his theory...

Michael sat down in between them and put out an extra plate of food. Splinter looked puzzled. “My son, do we have a guest?” Michael froze, then he gave their father an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, Dad. I made extra. I’ll store them in the fridge later”.

And there it is. Michael can’t help being hospitable, the sweetheart that he is. His brothers also had ‘guests’, the same as him.

“Shit, I just realized...it’s probably my brother being a butt to your Leo. I’m so sorry”, said the older, greener Raph, scrubbing his face in frustration. The younger Raph shook his head, worried. “No...I think it’s my Leo. He’s probably freaking out right now. I hope you don’t think less of him, man. He’s been through a lot”. He looked down at his hands and away. “We all have”. “ Again, I hate to say this. But you’re not responsible for other people’s actions. They should be the one to apologize, not you”. Raph sighed. This was ridiculous . He was younger than them both. Why was he being the reasonable one?

Splinter got up and put his plate in the sink. Then he hugged all his sons, thanked Michael for the meal, and left the kitchen. Raphie listened until he knew their dad was out of hearing range. Then he put down his utensils and steepled his hands. “So, when were you guys gonna tell me that you also had other versions of yourselves hauntin’ ya?” Michael dropped his spoon in shock. Leon’s eyes bugged out, then he grinned and said, “That’s our leader…” Emphasis on the word, ‘leader’ like he was showboating or something, and oh dear, Leon was probably egging someone on. Don just muttered an, “I knew it…” and kept sipping his coffee. Raphie sighed and gave a glance to his own guests. It was gonna be a long day. --o-- Next-->

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When the Battle is Won:  A ROTTMNT fanfiction

Summary: Healing in the heart is just as important as healing on the flesh. Takes place after ‘'Many Unhappy Returns”

Word count: 3160

Rating: Mild language

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 

Pairings: WHY?!? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!

For: @damsel-loves-machines cause it's all their fault

Leo always wondered if there was a difference between “sleeping” and “passing out”  All he knew was that one minute he was leaping in joy at the Shredders capture, and the next moment he was laying on Raph’s shell with the world going black.

Huh

Maybe he had passed out

Either way, he was waking up now with everything a blue around him. The only thing he was sure of was that Raph’s shell wasn’t the best pillow (or the worst he ever had, to be honest). He felt a warm blanket wrapped around his shell, the edges tucked in around him cocooning him in it.  He would have been embarrassed except his blanket was so warm and soft enough to melt some pain from his muscles. Even so he forced his tired eyes open. The lights and colors swirled around the room, reminding him of that Lou Jitsu Anti Drug Movie Splinter had shown them when they were going to the surface for the first time (Lou Jitsu and the Obligation You Have to Your Body). It took a few moments fro the colors to move to their rightful place and everything to come into focus. He had been right when he thought he had been using Raph’s shell as a pillow, but he wasn’t the only one. April was snuggled right into Raph’s shell with Mikey curled up on Raph’s shell like a cat. Donnie was resting his cheek on Leos’ bicep, if he had been more awake he would of teased his sleeping brother except when he opened his mouth to do so he realized his mouth was insanely dry, so much so when he took a breath he ended up hacking loudly.

“Hold on Blue.” Where Splinter had come from he had no idea, he craned his neck to see his father tucking another blanket around April. Splinter stepped around his ‘burritoed’ sleeping children to a water cooler Leo hadn’t noticed and a first aid kit sitting by it, pulling out a bottle of water and sitting by Leo’s side, “Here,” he cracked the seal for him before holding out the bottle . Greedily, Leo took the bottle and guzzled the water down. Other then the cup of tea he had with Big Mama he wasn’t sure he had anything to drink in days, “Thanks Pop.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I leapt onto a Yokai train, fought a supped up Draxum, fought a army of trolls, and Kraken Tom AND a feral robot cat.” His need to stretch nearly surpassed his bodies desire to stay warm. Speaking of Which, he tucked his arm back into his blankets and resting his cheek on Don’s scalp, “How long were we asleep?”

“I lost track, it took a few hours to get you all home and we only got home a few minutes ago.” It was only then Leo noticed how tired his father looked, the dark circles around his eyes gave the impression someone had broken his nose. He was almost afraid that looking at him too long would knock him over, “Dad are you ok?”

“Just a little antsy from missing so much tv.” A classic Dad move, drown concern with humor. Leo wasn’t sure if all dads did that, but his did. Leo asked, “Ok what do we have to do?”

“You are going to be resting.”

“I’m not tired, I mean I had it relatively easily compared to everyone else. I want to help Dad please?”

His father gave him a look, if he had been at full energy Leo was sure he’d tell him no. But as it stood he probably barely had enough energy to talk, “Ok fine, but if you start getting tired you rest. Alright?”

“Deal.”  It paid to be the smooth talker of the group, not that he had done a lot of that mind you, “OK Daddio, what’s the plan?”

Splinter looked out over his brothers, “I know everyone’s tired but they need to take a shower and eat some food. Make sure they all drink some water. I’m going to start making some soup. I brought out a few bags of chips to hold you all over.”

Even the thought of food had his stomach agreeing loudly. Loudly enough to make Donnie flinch in his sleep and roll over away from him. “Good idea.” He grinned sheepishly as his father patted him on the head and stood up. As he walked away his muscles popped continuously like someone rolling on bubble wrap.

Leo yawned and sat up. Water, and showers. That was a good plan. First though, he wanted to get everyone’s clothes, he knew how badly he wanted his own pajamas right now. He stood up and went around the lair at a snails pace, gathering everyone’s pajamas from their rooms and April sleepover bag from the closet putting them all in the bathroom in neat little stacks. It took almost all his remaining energy and he  himself nearly collapsing back on his pile of family before shaking April by the shoulder, waking her with a snort “Hey Ap.” Leo took up a water bottle, handing it to her, “Get some water in you and take a shower. I put your bag in the bathroom.” He slid off her glasses, “I’ll clean these while you’re in there.”

“Thanks.” She drank from the bottle before standing up shrugging off her coat and heading away, shaking out her coat before disappearing into the bathroom. Leo pinched some of his spandex between two fingers and rubbed them over the surface of Aprils glasses to get the excess dirt off before setting it aside. It was then he remembered the tv in the Living room. He took the remote and turned it on, setting it to automatically go through their online library of Lou Jitsu movies. Raph woke with a snort, “hmrmm?” Before looking to the tv,”Jitssuu.”

“Very observant Rapharino.” Leo handed him a bottle of water, “I figured this would be a better way to wake up.”

There was a scoff to his right, Donnie twisted around to glare at him through blurry eyes, “Or you could of just buried me and let me sleep forever.” Before twisting and curling back up into a bean shaped cocoon

“No cause then I couldn’t do this” Despite his exhaustion, Leo hopped forward onto his brother wrapping his arms around his middle sibling and squeezing him to him, Almost immediately Donnie  squawked and twisted around , bringing his feet up between them and kicking hard. Sending Leo flying off , “Gerrof you weirdo!”

Leo landed unceremoniously against Raph’s side, Donnie gave him  another glare before rolling away,” well you can’t be too tired if you have enough energy to shun me.”

“Bite me.”

Raph hissed loudly,” Enough you two, Mikeys’ still sleeping.”

Oh right, for a moment Leo felt guilty as he had completely forgotten that Mikey was still curled up on Raph’s shell, snoring away with enough drool pooling on Raph’s shell to drown a Kraken Tom. But he was sure Raph wouldn’t mind. Finally April left the bathroom, wrapped up in her favorite green pajamas and matching robe and thick socks and a matching hair wrap, “Alright whose next?” She said as she collapsed back on the ground wrapping back up in her blanket and pulling on her newly cleaned glasses. “I’ll go,” Raph said, putting aside his water bottle, “Someone get Mikey?”

“Got it.” Leo stood up on noodle legs and moved over to Raph, “Hey man.” He gave Mikey a shake on the shell, his youngest brother gave out a small whimper but otherwise stayed asleep. With no other option he slipped his hands under Mikey’s knee and behind his shell, “Come on little brother.” He said cradling Mikey to his chest and  stepping back setting Mikey on Pop’s armchair, Raph stood up, stretching his arms over his head and heading off to the bathroom. It was only when the door shut that Mikey’s eyes popped open, “SHREDDER!” His eyes twisting around the room in panic as he breathed quickly. Leo quickly knelt in front of the chair “Mikey its ok its ok.”

His youngest brother looked to him, his eyes swelled with tears again, “L-Leo I tried everything. I threw a freighter at him.  A freighter, and he just tore through it like lit was nothing. I tried. I tried-“

“I know, we know.” BeforeLeo could break out into a comfort speech, Mikey slid off the chair and curled up  against his chest. Leo wrapped his arms around him and held his trembling brother close. Don was there a breath later, “Its ok Mikey’ He whispered to, rubbing his shell before the purple masked turtle lowered his cheek to rest on Mikey’s shell. Leo reached to wrap his arm around Don’s shell when his brother flinched jerking away but not enough to let go of Mikey. Leo drew back, pride wounded but he ignored his own feelings. Donnie was a bundle of nerves at the moment, his whole cycle  had been interrupted and life thrown into chaos for three days. Of course he couldn’t handle someone touching him right now. Instead he gave Donnie a apologetic look and resumed rocking and comforting Mikey.

It was only then he noticed the burn onto of Mikeys scalp, though ti wasn’t’ bleeding. He urned to Donnie, looking to the burn then to his bedroom. Don nodded and left. Leo rubbed Mikey’s shell for a few minutes till Donnie came back, a tool box in one hand and a a first aid kit in the other. Leo was grateful he never had to use the toolbox, but anytime he had to open his first aid kit  he felt like he had failed. At this point Mikey had fallen asleep against his chest. He cleaned the burn and carefully taped out some gauze on it. Before he could close his kit, Mikey mumbled,’ I wanna Lou Jitsu bandaid.”

“No problem.” He pulled out a old yellowed cardboard box filled with bandaids from the eighties, and pulled out one of the bandaids. Though the special bandaid with Lou Jitsu posing on it would do nothing for the injury or keeping it clean, He laid it overtop of his already finished handiwork,” See? Lou Jitsu will help you  safe now.”

“I know,” Mikey yawned again, “Dad’s the best.”

After a few minutes, Raph let the bathroom in his bear pajamas and his retainer. Mikey went in next but barely took any time getting out before curling up back against Raph’s side. Leo made sure to hand over his sketchbook, his brother gave him a grateful smile before flipping the book open and sketching Lou Jitsu’s outfit from the movie rolling. He turned back to Donnie, who was curled up against the chair away from everyone else, “D its your turn.”

“Yeah hold on.’ Donnie blinked rapidly, “my contacts dried out during the fight and I didn’t notice till now.” Without warning, he used his thumb and forefinger to poke himself in the eye and drew out his contacts, despite Leos shriek of disgust,” EW BRO NO!! You should of warned me! I HATE seeing you take out your contacts.”

“You’re fine.” Donnie put the contacts in a napkin, “Damn it they were my last ones too.”

“I’ll go get your glasses from your room.”

“Um. NO. I hate those things.”

“Don’t be a baby Donnie, your glasses make you adoorrraaable.” He grinned, unhindered by Don’s lethal glare. Donnie wadded up his blanket and chucked it at his face “You are  SO annoying” he said before stomping out of the room.

“I knowwwww.” He sang after him. For the first time all night he finally felt like himself before his legs felt like jelly again. Leo kicked himself before going to Don’s room. It took a bit before he finally found Don’s old glasses in one of his boxes marked, “set on fire, don’t let brothers see”. Which would have been alarming, except Leo had seen all of Donnie’s “Burn” boxes and all they seemed to have were Lou Jitsu FanFiction’s in Donnie’s hand writing. Promising himself to read those later he took the thick framed glasses and went over to the bathroom. At this point the lair was filled with the smell of garlic, Parmesan and cooked noodles. Splinter was handing out bowls of soup to everyone in the living room. Leo would of killed for one of those bowls, but decided to sigh loudly and bang on the bathroom door, “D I got your glasses.”

The door opened, it was always weird to see Donnie without his mask or goggles even more now with that deep tired look in his eyes, “Thanks.” He grumbled pulling on his glasses, Leo made a point of letting out a big, “AWWWWWWWWW!” Before Donnie flipped him off, “Just take a shower nerd.” He said limping back to the group.

Limping?

Leo shook his head, no they were all limping. They were all tired. He had strapped enough ice packs to Raph’s body to permanently change his temperature. Tired and sore. Leo finally stepped into the bathroom and into the welcoming hot shower that relaxed every knot in his body.  It was only then he noticed how tired he really was. It took nearly everything he had to get dressed, but after that his body got its wish as he sank onto the floor

“Leo you ok?” Came Donnie’s voice

“I’m just going to stay in here, bring me some soup and a coffin.” He took a towel and curled it under his head. The door opened a moment later, Donnie immediately rolled his eyes, “You can’t sleep in here man, come on.”

Leo held his hands up to him,” carrrry me.”

“I’ll help you walk. That’s where I draw the line.”

“Deal.” He reached up again, Donnie heaved him up to his feet and put his body under his arm, taking his weight, “Thanks.” He said, he put his arm around Don’s shell when all of a sudden his brother shuddered, Leo pulled away immediately as Don doubled over, “Donnie what’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s fine my backs just sore.”

Leo moved around to look at his brothers shell, there were three red streaks across the back of his pajamas”Holy shit D.” He quickly moved around the bathroom and took out a pair of scissors they kept in there. His hand came up and gently forced Donnie to kneel, cutting up the back of his pajama top, “Leo seriously, its fine-“

It was not fine, when he exposed Donnie’s shell and saw three short shallow scratches “Holy shit-“

“Quit saying that Leo, its not that bad.”

“Your shell is cut dude, it’s BLEEDING.”

“No its just leaking a bit, it stopped bleeding hours ago.”

“And its bleeding again.” Careful not to touch it, he looked close. His anxiety began to leave when he saw that the scratches were purely on the surface of his shell and hadn’t gone any deeper, still, “I’m going to go get the toolbox.”

“Don’t tell the others.” Don’s voice was quiet, but Leo nodded. Luckily everyone in the room was still eating Splinters noodle soup and watching Lou Jitsu and the Trekies (his only horror movie) the toolbox was sitting behind the chair where he had left it so it wasn’t too hard to grab it and duck back into the bathroom.

When he first got the first aid kit, it felt like someone had taken a giant burden off his shoulders. The idea he could actually do something to help his brothers Incase of emergency. But when he was washing his shell he realized there was nothing in that kit that could help if their shells were cracked.

That’s when the toolbox came in handy

It was his ‘emergency shell repair kit. Full of everything he might need incase one of their shells were cracked. He even had some bra wires just in case (he learned of that one from Tumblr). He pulled out a spray and covered his arm with his sleeve, “This’ll sting .” Before spraying the industrial antibacterial spray over the. Even though is brother flinched he didn’t say anything. Now all he had to do was wait for the liquid to dry, he was already pulling out  some gel and a roll of bandages , “Why didn’t you say anything? How did this happen?”

His brother didn’t say anything for a moment, “did you see the back of my battle shell?”

“Yeah you said it was damaged in the fight.”

“Cause of the Shredder. I threw all my tech at him, all my machines. Even my industrial toaster. He tore through it like it was nothing. Then he.” Don paused, “he tried to tear through me.”

Leo froze for a moment. The claws that had tore through Raph’s mystic form, the freighter, had come a inch from tearing in Don. The burn on Mikeys skull, and the ache that burdened Raph’s whole body. He blinked several times before applying the numbing medicine to Don’s cuts  and applying the bandages “I should of been there. I could of helped.”

“NO.” Donne turned to look at him, “Leo if you had been there we wouldn’t of made it. You saved us all. If you hadn’t shown up when you did.” He paused, unspoken between the two middle children. Even though the weren’t officially twins, they always had a way of reading each others minds. Knowing what the other was thinking. So Leo wasn’t at all surprised when Donnie reached out and took his hand, giving him a half exhausted smile,  that Leo could barely return, “Does this mean you finally trust me again?”

“Leo you tried to trade me to the Trash Wizard for his half eaten sandwich. What do you think?”

Despite himself, Leo chuckled, giving Don a shove on the arm. He managed to sneak Donnie his hoodie before the two fo them made it to the living room and the warm noodle soup. Leo drank three bowls before he fell back against Raph. Splinter had finally taken a shower and was in his rightful place in his chair. Everyone was finally awake enough to watch the movies. At some point Raph and April had gone to the kitchen and gathered a bundle of snacks into the living room. For a moment Leo just enjoyed the company. He enjoyed Mikey showing off his sketches to April, he enjoyed Raph shoveling a bag of chips into his mouth while commenting on the movie (for the eight time) he enjoyed his father glancing at all of them out of the corner of his eye to make sure everyone was ok, and he enjoyed Don leaning on his side  already messing with this arm tablet again as Leo watched over his shoulder

They were all alive

That was enough for now

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Hey can I get a rundown of what happened in the finale if you have time? I've been out of the fandom for a while but I shill check back in on your blog (cause legit your one of the best writers I know hands down), and all I know is Donnie's a robot and raph has a beard? Like, no wtf he can't grow hair??? Also Casey's dead? Maybe? Is April alive n well? Ugh so many questions, I'm sorry.

okay so here we go with the quick rundown:

-  yeah raph grew a nasty beard. no we didn’t get an explanation for why that is or how it was possible. but that’s the least awful thing about this shitty finale. (raph also doesn’t remember anything about their former lives, and perpetually is a grumpy old man. this was endearing until it was annoying.)

- donnie is a robot now, functionally immortal and probably the least insane of the brothers. honestly he was one of the only two good things about this whole mess. protect the robo turt.

- casey is assumed dead, like april and the rest of their human-ish friends, seeing as they’re not shown in the episode at all beyond a skull that’s implied to be casey’s, but i call bullshit on all that. 

- partially because i doubt donnie would actually let his amnesiac brother use the skull of one of their best friends as a homemade bomb ornament, and partially because april and karai were both mutants and should have survived the mutagen bombing. 

- april was literally the most mutant individual in the cast, being one straight from birth and from a line of mutagen immune part-kraang experiments. she and karai, also a mutant, should have been perfectly fine with their badassery and individual powers.

- honestly the stuff about karai and april being dead is such bullshit, i stg.

- mikey got a horrendous makeover that is not just racist but also severely out of character. would the most social of the brothers really isolate himself like that in the desert? and if he knew where the green place was, why the fresh hell hadn’t he been chilling there all along?? nah. that was just slopppy ooc stuff right there.

- leo was. ugh. also really ooc. even worse makeover than mikey, turned into essentially a terrible hulk clone ripoff that resembles a nipple. why did he call himself maximus kong?? that has no connection with any of his sci-fi interests or obsession with bushido code. wtf.

- no seriously look at him. mutant nipple man. its a fucking tragedy.

- the actual plot of the episode arc revolved around this sweet stabby bean, who is the second part of the “only two good things about this finale” i talked about:

^^^mira, a lesbian who deserves a better family than this freakshow.

- her backstory is ambiguous but basically her clan of meerkats all had the green place’s location tattooed on their body, and they got wiped out when people started trying to find the green place. she enlists the help of raph and donnie- (read as: beats them up and tricks them a bunch of times until they’re too entrenched into her drama to runaway anymore)- and they all try to make it to the fabled green place, which was never really explained or expanded on. it was just a random oasis that magically grew in a barren landscape and had clean water to drink from.

- people are headcanoning that april made the green place and is the “green goddess” that mira once referenced when giving raph her blessings. i agree with this headcanon.

- anyways: the main antagonist, maximus kong, turned out to be leo when they got down to it, cue big reunion and angst scene between him and raph no wonder tcest exists, and then leo magically remembers their former lives after being slapped around a bunch and blown up. happily ever after or some shit from there, living in the green place.

it makes?? no fucking sense??? narratively this was a shitshow, visually it was a shitshow, and emotionally it disappointed me so badly my heart made a little black hole in my chest.

i want 2+ years of investment in this disaster series back from ciro. this finale was just him ensuring no one else could ever touch his “masterpiece”, and ensuring my undying loathing of his work. 

may 2012 TMNT rest in fucking pieces.