#rottmnt mickey x reader

[pacoholin]

"would you kill for your partner?"

Everyone: no

Donnie: * grab Y/N by the shoulders and look at them dead in the eyes*

Donnie: "I would watch cities burn for you, I would start genocide for you, I would commit arson for you and you don't even have to ask. I would do what ever it takes!"

Leo:..... have you not already committed arson before you knew them?

Donnie: "shush I'm trying to express my affection"

[yanteetle]

"Please don't let them take me..."

"Come on, you don't wanna see anything bad happen to the poor thing, do ya?"

I decided to try and get back into drawing rottmnt art, and this piece was inspired by @astral--horrorshow and my new watermark was created by @lordfreg (thank you so much btw, I swear I'll start replying to asks once I'm less anxious about them ToT)

Taglist: @dynaspamm @faetaiity@fried-milkfish@milks-thoughts @hearteyedracoon@zxphy@mellytumbles@nekonekoastume@temmerloverart@ramblehour@redak-ted @unnamedindividual @lampylamperson@elegantkidfansoul@lexiechr@yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair@gemini-forest@galaxyblast23@sardonic-the-writer @0what-a-guy0 @oleander-nin @zonepastrrii @silverwatergalaxy@astral--horrorshow

[yangoodomens]

Yandere poly Muddogs x GN reader

Summary - they offer you comfort when you cry

TW - Reader cries, this is honestly just really fluffy

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I had always been known as the strong one in their family and among their friends. I was the person people turned to for advice, the one who could handle any situation with ease. But what no one knew was the emotional strain it had on me. I had always been good at putting on a brave face and holding it together, even when things got tough.

But after years of being strong for others, I could feel myself starting to crack.

After being kidnapped by the Muddogs, I had started to lose it. They had taken me two years ago, two year of my life gone.

I tried to push through, to keep up appearances, even if it was only the muddogs. I wasn't weak, but one day I reached breaking point. It was a seemingly ordinary day, but everything seemed to hit me all at once. I found myself in the bedroom, curled up on the bed, sobbing.

 

"Babes?" Mickey's voice rung out in the room rang. My face was tear-stained and red from crying as I looked up at him. He quickly rushes over, cupping my face and pressing little kisses on the tears. "What's wrong, babes?"

I shook my head, not wanting to answer. I take my hands up to my face, trying to wipe my tears away before anymore fell, he gently grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away, "what's wrong, babes tell me." He looks over his shoulder and shouts out to the other two to come help. The other two rush in, wondering what's going on. On seeing the situation, they rushed over.

"I- I'm sorry, I do-don't know why I'm crying". My words are rushed. A slight crack was heard too. I felt one of them cup my face, my eyes too blurry to really see who.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize for crying, it's normal" Danny's voice is quieter than normal as he speaks, "it's okay."

They stay with me for the rest of the night, comforting words and affectionate touches being repeated throughout the night. It almost makes me forget I'm trapped here.

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Sorry this is so short, I couldn't think of how to end it, :(

- Jett

[rainynightmoonlight]

How ROTTMNT reacts to over stimulated reader

This might be a tad bit self indulgent (but made to comfort all). Also appologies if any of these feel bland, exam prep has me tiredd.

Characters: Rise! Raphael, Rise! Leo, Rise! Donnie, Rise! Mikey, Rise April!

CW: None

Theme: General head cannons

Reader: Gn Reader

A/U: None

Premise: Headcannons on how the turtle bros and april help you when you're overstimulated

THIS IS SFW

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RAPHAEL

Raph would notice you're not acting yourself right away

Would guide you to a safe quiet spot, usually his room

Locks the door but asks if you want him there with you or not

If you do he stays and tries to help you calm down

Makes you your safe food and some water

Very cautious about touch just incase it causes you to feel worse

Gives you headphones if your noise sensitivity is higher than usual

If you say you need space then he will guard the door

Tell anyone who passes to be quiet or not bother you

Once you've calmed down you two talk about it

What caused you to become overstimulated, was it something specific, ect.

Helps you avoid certain sensory things that may cause you to be overstimulated

If its during a mission, he'll find a secluded area and keep you safe while the others deal with the threat

Asks Donnie for help, mostly just books or research on how to help prevent overstimulation

Low lighting in his room is now a thing and you thank him for it

Will put on a soothing repetitive sound that helps you regulate your breathing

If your still a bit sensitive to everything around you, he'll act as a weighted blanket

He's trying his best to make sure you're okay

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LEO

Poor dude doesn't really know what to do

Leo tries to make you laugh with his silly jokes but when those don't work he's sort of out of ideas

Does try to comply with your needs though

If you ask him to leave the room, he'll whine about it but leave eventually

Stays by the door though just incase you call for him

Does take some good sensory objects that he can find around the house to give to you

If you want him to stay with you he'll have a hard time trying not to talk constantly

Does ask how you're feeling

Tries to see how much of his voice you can handle as a signifier to see if you're calming down or not

Doesn't push and doesn't yell just humming a random song or talking about his day

Doesn't try to take your silence personal, but sometimes he can't help it

After the first overstimulation panic you had, Leo did research and asked his brothers questions about it

He gets better through each time you become overstimulated and tries his best to help and not make it worse

If you're on a mission or outside of the lair, he'll just portal you back home until you're either ready to continue the battle or you know you won't be able to continue

If you can't continue then he'll stay home with you, much to his brothers dismay

Tries to help you focus on your breathing by doing breathing techniques with you

Actually actively checks for any sign before you end up in a panicked state

Leo wants you to be safe and cope in healthy ways

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DONNIE

Donnie understand what's going on right away

Actually catches signs of an overstimulation panic before it got to the extreme

Will do whatever he can to help

Does not really know how other than basic things like offering solitude and asking if you want touch or not

Does research however after

Actually starts to gain confidence on how to help you when you're overstimulated

Has a sign on his room for when you're using it as a sanctuary

And of course passer byers obey the sign

Does hold your hand if you're okay with touch

Also stashes of snacks are everywhere of your safe food

If you want to be alone in his room then he will leave reluctantly

While you're calming down, Donnie looks for the reason as to why you were overstimulated so he can help you avoid it and let people know

Gives you his sweater because its a cozy texture and it helps a lot of the time

If you happen to become overstimulated during a battle he calls S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to come and fly you away

After the battle he will come find you and try to help you if you're still on edge

Has a special program around his tech to help you calm down if you become overstimulated when he's not there to help

Is very vigilant when you're around something that might trigger you to become overstimulated

Donnie is the most understanding and wants you to feel comfortable enough to cope

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MIKEY

Mikey doesn't really let you become overstimulated to a point of extreme

Has taken the role of the therapist in his family so he has done a lot of research

Mikey also notices behavior changes when you're overwhelmed

If it does become extreme though, he'll text you and have you hide in a place comfortable to you

Not necessarily his room, but doesn't mind if that is the place you chose

Gives you things to distract yourself and to help you calm down

Most common is drawing your feelings with markers and paper

Does try to pay attention but sometimes gets distracted by other things

Mikey is sort of good with the comfort, but his attention goes everywhere most of the time

Does try to stay focused on your needs though

If you need alone time to help calm down he will respect that

If one of his brothers try to bother you, he will "gently" tell them not too

If you want him there then he's gladly to stay

Talks about things to distract you if talking doesn't make it worse

Will text instead if it does

If you become overstimulated during a battle, Mikey gives you noise cancelling headphones and a quick safety blanket

He is prepared for anything when it comes to you

Mikey wants you to feel your best!

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APRIL

April is really chill when you become overstimulated

Does a quick google search to better understand what's happening to you

Did panic a bit because it happened all of a sudden

You two were just hanging out, you weren't having the best day and then boom tears started streaming down your face, words were hard, and you were upset stimming

Gave you her jacket as a way to help ground yourself

You just rubbed the clothe as she stayed close to you

If you needed space then she gave it to you, but wasn't far enough to make you feel unattended too

Will try other things that comfort you and help you calm down

Has your comfort food on hand just in case

She also has cold water on her too

April tries her best to accommodate to you and your needs when you become overstimulated

Finds a secluded area if possible and just is like your guard dog

If you two are in a battle and you're overstimulated then she is full protective mode

Has the turtle bros take care of the threat while she takes care of you

If you two are in a public area when you're overstimulated she'll hide you in an ally and have you calm down there

She takes you home when you're calm enough

Tends to take the more protective approach when you're overstimulated

April wants to protect you and make sure you don't get overwhelmed to often

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission. Reblogs and comments are welcome

[astral--horrorshow]

Yandere Mud Dogs Headcanons

A/N: This wasn't requested, but I really wanted to get these down, partly because it'll make them easier to write in the future!! Anybody is welcome to take inspiration from these, and my requests are always open!! I've been wanting more of them lately, so please don't be shy!

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic for Leonard or Mickey, but I wrote Danny's as platonic

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, delusional mindsets, extreme coddling, mentions of temporary leg parlyzation, condecension, forced bed sharing (NON SEXUAL), mentions of violence, forced to play dress up? reader is human, being unknowingly fed sleeping pills

💙 Loathsome Leonard 🎋

~💙 Leonard is extremely mad that he cares so much for a human, and lies to the both of you when he says and acts like it's your fault and that he's angry at you. In reality, he's angry at himself for perceived weakness, and will gradually accept it over time.

~🎋 He has little to no patience for disobedience, perceived or not, even during the adjustment period. The other Mud Dogs (Usually Mickey) will often have to step in to talk sense into Leonard when he's being irrational, too strict, or overly mean.

~💙 Over time, he does loosen up the slightest bit if you're good, but only a little bit. His lifestyle requires him to be constantly on his guard, and you'll go back to being kept under lock and key if you mess up.

~🎋 Leonard is immaturely serious, and will get pissed if you don't take him seriously. Despite this, he can have playful moments with you, even if they are far and in between.

~💙 He's at his angriest if you escape or try to escape, because even though he can be callous and rough towards you, he worries like crazy if you're out in the Hidden City, though he'll never show it. He'll scold you for literal hours when he catches you, because the Hidden City is extremely dangerous, especially for a human. He doesn't know what he'd do if Big Mama ever set her eyes on you.

~🎋 He treats you like a mother animal would treat her young in the physical sense, sometimes, as he'll hold you up by the scruff of your neck, carry you places out of nowhere, etc.

~💙 Punishments would be on a more physical sense, but nothing too rough, because he's actually terrified of you getting too hurt, not that he'll ever let you know. The most he'll do to you is rough you up a little, but if anyone else lays a hand on you, he'll make them pay. If it was one of his teammates, he'll let them off a lot easier than if it was anyone else, his revenge methods ranging from petty to slightly violent depending on wether it was an accident or not and how much you were hurt. If you were to get hurt by a Yokāi in the Hidden City, however, it doesn't matter if you only got an accidental scratch, he will get violent with them.

💜 Dastardly Danny 🐁

~💜 Danny is type to coddle without end, especially because you're a human. He sees humans as a weaker species, and thus sees you as someone who needs to be protected and taken care of.

~🐁 He barely lets you do anything by yourself, and usually insists he help you, or sends/drags you away for him or one of his comrades to do it themselves.

~💜 He can be extremely condecending with the way he acts and talks to you, and though it's never from a place of malice, it can be extremely upsetting.

~🐁 Danny can sometimes treat you like a doll or a little child with the way that he babies you, often insisting that he pick out your clothes, do your hair, spoon-feed you, etc. It can be extremely humiliating.

~💜 Danny might be the most worried out of the entire cast when you escape, as he knows firsthand how rough and dangerous the Hidden City is, and he's also heard some horrendous stories and rumors about the topside, even if you're from there. He'll go into a frenzy, searching for you non-stop, no matter what he was doing before. When he eventually gets you back, he'll make sure you'll never be able to escape again. He'll steal magic doorlocks and put them in the hideout, always make sure that he or one of his teammates has an eye on you when they're home, etc.

~🐁 He'd never, ever hurt you intentionally, so his punishments are akin to the type that one would give to a child. For example, his response to an escape attempt would be sending you to your room or putting you in time-out.

~💜 He coddles you like a grandmother, such as making your clothes for you, and cooking all your food for you.

~ 🐁If you have trouble sleeping, he'll break into Mickey's stash of sleeping pills and give them to you in a warm drink, not that you know.

~💜 If you try to hide from him inside of the hideout, he'll find you very quickly with his heightened sense of smell, as lots of rats have.

~🐁 He gets very sad when you fight him, but he'll never show it unless his feelings are really hurt.

~💜 He gets mad at Leonard and Mickey if they're mean to you, do something weird to you, etc.

~🐁 He won't let you in the kitchen unless he sets you down on the counter so he can keep an eye on you while he cooks, because he's worried you might hurt yourself with sharp objects, the stove, etc.

~💜 If you do ever have to go out, (hideout change, the gang has to go do a heist really far away, etc.) he'll find someway to steal a cloaking brooch, will bundle you up in a lot of clothes, and will keep you out of sight when he can with cars, hotel rooms, etc.

🧡 Malicious Mickey 🩵

~🧡 Mickey is the delusional type, convinving himself that you're happy to be locked in whatever hideout the gang is squatting in.

~🩵 Your complaints will go in one ear and out of the other, and he'll act as though you didn't even say anything, then drag you off to play video games with him or watch a movie.

~🧡 He clings onto you at every possible moment, he'll even wait outside the door when you're taking a bath or shower, so escaping him when he's home is basically impossible.

~🩵 Oftentimes, he'll entertain himself by playing dress-up with you, wether you're willing or not. He has no fashion sense at all, not that Mickey knows that, so most of the time, you're stuck in the worst outfit you've ever seen for the rest of your day when the he gets the urge. They progressively get uglier with each time he dresses you up.

~🧡 He forces you to share his bed with him (platonic or romantic) and he'll cling to you so tight, it's hard to sleep. Often in the morning, you're half-asleep at breakfast.

~🩵 If he wants to cuddle you, but you're refusing, he'll temporarily paralyze your legs so you can't get up and run away from him. This applies to when you don't want to sleep in his bed, either.

~🧡 Escaping him would be relatively easy, if he's on a mission and his fellow Mud Dogs hadn't installed any locks on the windows. When he finds out you're gone and eventually gets you back, he'll think it was because you were bored or you went out to find him, or both. He'll steal even more stuff for you to entertain yourself with when he's gone, and tell you purposfully frightening stories of the Hidden City and stuff Yokāi have done to humans in an attempt to scare you off from going outside. He also tells you that you don't have to worry about him, because he's a "very important" criminal that can protect himself, or so he says.

Taglist <3: @yanteetle

[spoopyblues214]

Vicious Valentine's

Mud Dogs valentines headcanons lesgo

Also, reminder that my requests are open, just send an ask lovelies!

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Gifts received

Mickey would buy you heart box chocolates as well as many other themed candies and a stuffed animal

Leonard knows the meanings behind flowers and their colors so he would plan out a bouquet gift for you

Danny would be extravagant and get you minky coutre and jewelry, necklaces, earrings, bracelets

Special dinner

If we're talking all three care about you, they are working their asses off in the kitchen trying [and failing] to make you your favorite dinner

You end up needing to help them anyway, but you don't mind, finding the gesture cute

Just Mickey would probably make a soup for valentines day dinner

Leonard would grill or make fried food, meat lovers delight [though of course grilled onion and pepper or fried cauliflower for my vegetarians]

Danny's making pasta. Sorry, it's all he knows. You could request a specific one though?

Giving them gifts

As for getting gifts, Mickey would like things that he can display, art, photos, stickers.

Reminders of you in his room/the hideout make him giddy

Leonard would like preening items or clothes, smells that you like on him automatically become his favorite scent.

He also has a secret sweet tooth. If you got him his favorite treats he's a blushing mess

Danny, in spite of his large/expensive gifts, really only cares about thought. If you got him a book/record he had shown interest in, you're a winner

He'd melt into a puddle, though, if you got him a handkerchief or pocket square for his suit, being able to display a piece of you wherever he goes

[m-joys]

I'm currently writing Bay!Turtles when their so gets mutated, in the meantime you can vote which one of these would you like to see so I know what to focus on first

[koalaray]

Hello! I'm having a bit of a rough time so I thought I'd send this ask. What would the turtles be like with a S/O that has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they help them if their depression is bad enough that on some days they can't get out of bed, forget to eat, etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/kinda chubby and insecure about it.

The Mud Dogs x reader

Writing Masterlist

Note: Ok so when it comes to rottmnt, I only write for the Mud Dogs. On that note, I still want to give you a comfort fic, so I just changed the characters to the Mud Dogs. Hope that’s ok with you, and I hope things get better soon sweetie. Lots of love <3

P.S. For what they do to help you, I just wrote what helps me personally since I also have depression and anxiety.

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How they feel:

All three of these boys love you very much. They hate seeing you feeling upset.

Whenever you’re feeling down, they postpone their heists and make it their mission to lift your spirits.

It did take them a while to fully understand how to help you.

They had never had someone so important in their life, let alone someone with depression.

Of course that didn’t change their love for you at all.

They worry about you a lot, but not in a pity way. No, they don’t pity you.

But they acknowledge that you have anxiety and depression, and make you feel validated.

How they help you:

First of all, when you have an anxiety attack, their first instinct is to remove you from whatever current situation you are in.

They take you to a quiet room and instruct you to take deep breaths and breath with you.

They place your hand on their chest so that you can feel their heart beat and match their breathing.

Once you get your breathing balanced out, they ask if you want a hug.

They learned that sometimes you want a hug after an anxiety attack and sometimes you don’t.

If you do want a hug, they will wrap their arms around you tightly (but not too tight) to help you feel grounded.

When you’re depressed, they pamper you. Literally. I’m not joking.

They get you blankets, stuffed animals, food.

They make sure to get you your weighted blanket too.

They will sit in bed with you and keep you company.

They don’t say a word, knowing that their presence is all you need in that moment.

They’ll let you lean against them for comfort.

Probably play funny videos on their phone for you guys to watch together.

Funny videos will get an occasional smile out of you, sometimes even a quiet laugh.

Just knowing that they are still able to make you smile, even when you’re too depressed to get out of bed, makes them feel happy.

They love knowing that they are able to comfort you.

Most importantly, they just love being able to love you :]

[tired-coffi]

@pianocat939 OK-OKAY- HUH?? WHY- I- *Windows Blue screen*

So

King Boo!Donnie, huh

Never thought I’d see this combination of characters (made by @gal-with-pastels) and never thought I’d love it so much!!! I already love king boo and I love Donnie so here we are with fan art for funnies!

FOUR KINGS AU IS SO REAL!!!

Also have the concept design for Bowser!Raph, he’s next on my list :3c

See ya, sillies!

[dancingdonatello]

Heeeey! I'm currently hyperfixating on rottmnt sooooo... I'd like to request a scenario (if you don't want to do this, it's totally fine) in which reader has celiac disease and/or is lactose intolerant. Sooo they can't eat pizza with the guys! Maybe reader eats pizza with them anyways and gets super sick and tries to hide it (badly). In the end, reader cracks and tells the boys about their dietary restrictions . After that maybe something cutesy in which reader teaches Mickey some gluten-free recipies and they cook together. Or Raph goes all overprotective after learning about it and "cross-contamination" is his new favourite word like "CAREFUL Y/N that piece of letuce is in a plate that contained mac and cheese 3 weeks ago, it might be cross contaminated!!!" Lol Idk... I'm just bitter that pizza is my digestive system's natural enemy and I need some cheering up from my favourite turtles.

Love your writting. I've been going over your masterlist all morning :D Wether you do this or not, have a nice rest of your day 💜

rottmnt x reader

You got sick once. Once.

You had tried to feel included by eating some pizza and had immediately regretted it. Not only because of the pain but because of your turtle friends’ reactions.

You think you might’ve triggered Raph’s OCD. That guy obsessed over the dishes now, fearful of any plate or bowl that may have something that triggered your stomach issues. He would stare at you as you ate, constantly asking how you felt.

It was a really nice bonding moment between you and Mikey. He learned a lot from you and you two cooked together often now. He was really the only one who took the information in like a normal person. He often made you safe food to eat whenever you came over so you didn’t have to worry.

Unfortunately, the last two were… odd.

“You’re not cleaning it hard enough!” Leo grabbed the bowl from Donnie who held onto it tightly to prevent him from stealing it.

“I am cleaning it just fine, Nardo!” He tugged it back and they started a tug of war. Over a plate.

You and Mikey glanced at each other, unsurely. Raph was biting his claws, a nervous wreck as he watched the plate. “There was mac and cheese on that last week… Or was it a salad? No, it had to be mac and cheese.”

“Raphy, I’m sure it’s fine��” You patted his shoulder. It did nothing to reassure him.

As expected, the two turtles ended up dropping the plate and shattering it on the floor.

“Maybe it was for the best!” Raph relaxed. At least he’d never have to worry about that plate again. But what about the all the other plates they had? He tensed up just thinking about it. He should make a chart or a list… Or…

“Raph, why not just get a few plates and keep them separated and only let them use it, if you’re so stressed about it?” Mikey suggested while you tried to protest. They shouldn’t buy new plates for you—

Not only does he get new dishes and new forks and spoons, Raph gets an entire new fridge for food for you.

Well, you’ll never have to worry about the food here ever again.

[pacoholin]

I feel like donnie would ask Y/n out like that:

Donnie: you know... You can't spell nuclear mass genocide without u and I

Y/N: . . .

Donnie : soooo if you're not busy.... Maybe we could commit some war crime together 👉👈

[docwritesshit]

can I request either lmk, rottmnt, or hh x reader? you can choose which one and what character 👍 (also, have a good day/afternoon/night :])

PLEASE IVE BEEN DYING FOR A ROTTMNT REQ

We are ignoring that’s it’s midnight where I am, so a little unhinged cause haha… sleep evades me

You’re getting Ralph cause he’s a sweet boy

Raph x Reader Dating HCs!

Leo set you two up.

Legit just texted you both an SOS from the park and say back with popcorn

Raph was none too pleased to get a thumbs up emoji with good luck following it but oh well

You two got to talking and things clicked

However it drove the rest of the boys mad when Raph wanted to take his time to court you before dating you

Then Mickey took it in his own hands with Christmas in July and inviting you down to the lair for a party

With a strategically placed mistletoe, sparks flew and now you’re official!

He is the absolute biggest cuddler. You cannot convince me otherwise

Adores how his hoodies swallow you up. He will get an even bigger one so you both can cuddle up in it

KING KING KING OF PHYISICAL TOUCH I WIL DIE ON THIS HILL

Shares his plushies with you. Be honored.

If you get him a plushie, spray some of your cologne/ perfume. He will melt

Favorite dates are picnics.

I feel like he’s a good cook, so he’ll ask you to taste test some things and cook your cravings

You said you were craving some lasagna a few days ago? Oh here’s a seven layered one that’ll give you days of food

Leo teases the two of you a lot.

Raph just chunks a pillow at him and it makes him go WEEEEE

I feel like you two wear those tap brackets that vibrate the other one when you tap them-

Compliment his face. Do it. He will bawl.

That’s all :3

[gayboyasher]

Rottmnt x child sibling reader platonic (reader’s about 7-8) who’s OBSESSED with magical girl anime’s

just some fluff moments

sorry if you this is the first kind of request you got, but if you saw my name am a huge magical girl fan😅

OH my god. Literally I understand I understand.

Leo:

Honestly you’re telling me Leo wouldn’t watch sailor moon with you!?!?!

He’s so into everything. Merch, matching costumes, trying foods from the anime, the whole shabang!!

He’d so find shows for you guys to watch (stuff that he’s totally watched before) and he’d have to tape his mouth shut because he talks during shows and he doesn’t know how you feel about that.

He’d totally spoil the show tbh…

“Oh is That Ursula? Oh my god I loved the reveal that she was shiny chariot.”

You stopped talking to him for HOURS.

It takes so much for you to forgive him. He’s willing to do ANYTHING for his little sibling. He’s promising food, snacks, re runs, walking you to and from school in broad daylight knowing the risks, anything. He loves you too much, he can’t have you mad at him! It’d break his heart.

Eventually he’d be forgiven, you guys would be chilling in a blanket and pillow fort (that you forced him to make) along with all of your favorite snacks (that you forced him to buy), and matching outfits (that you forced him to wear), you guys are enjoying everything!

Raph:

Arguably the best person to watch with.

I’m not gonna lie, he’d prefer you watching Mickey Mouse or something because he thinks they’re a little too violent. (NOTHINGS TOO VIOLENT RAAAHHHHH!!!!!)

Anyway, he’d make small comments and probably like the more sweeter characters. He also thinks sailor moon is a bad influence believe it or not.

He wants to watch a lot of the shows with you, but he can’t because you’ve already watched them all with Leo. He just wants one show for you two to watch to himself, for it to be your guys thing.

Not gonna lie to you, you guys almost did, for a week until LEO ruined it.

It made him so upset, it wasn’t the same having to re-watch a show with you knowing you’ve seen it with Leo before him. But like the best oldest brother he is, he SCOUTED. He found one that Leo didn’t watch and one that wasn’t too violent for him!

SMILE PRECURE! (Not the Netflix adapt, THEE Smile PreCure!)

“Hey, Are you sure you didn’t watch this with Leo? Yea? Okay! Good!”

Oh my god he was estatic, he had no issues (he had to fight Leo over this) and you loved the show! Win win! (His Favorite character is definitely Candy.)

Mikey:

Oh my GODDDD he loves watching any show with you!!

It doesn’t matter if it’s sailor moon to princess tutu, he is watching ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING EITH YOU!!

Mikey don’t care. He literally will watch any show with you, even if it’s something you’ve watched before with Leo or Raph, or something you’ve never EVER watched before.

He’d genuinely make you free fan art and some nice cute foods from the anime. He just genuinely LOVES getting to spend time with you and blending your interests and his together.

“I made that one dish we saw in little witch!”

Tbh, I don’t see him really liking this type of anime. I just feel like he watches it for you. He wants to see YOU smile. You are his little sibling, the one that’s younger than him, and he’s the youngest!

He really likes to watch some of them for art inspiration. He really likes sailor moon Crystal for some reason. But he also doesn’t because he believes that it’s like a remake/reboot.

He’s just a little picky, but he’s doing his best!!

Donnie:

Im gonna be honest with you. He will NOT watch it with you.

He doesn’t like those shows, he doesn’t like the magic at all, he is VERY political about this, he will stand by it.

Though, he will make you cute little trinkets and just support you watching the stuff. After all magic is not real in his eyes.

“I know you love that show, but magic isn’t real. Magic is within the science.”

He immediately regretted saying that after you took his stuff and tried to get “magic” out of them. So many things broke that day…

Donnie tried so hard to not lose it on you because your his baby sibling, but he’s also beaten up the other 3, but you’re like actually a baby…

He’s conflicted. He eventually does get over it, fixes everything, and he watches ONE episode of any anime you want. He’s barely paying attention and gives you a critical response and analysis of the show (you do NOT understand what bro is yapping about)!!!

[horror130]

"Your brother got into a fight" reaction

Tmnt end rottmnt x GN kid reader

ROTTMNT

RAPH

director: your brother got into a fight

Raph: oh no he got hurt?!

director: no no but what really worries me is the situation in which your brother left the other child

Raph: oh.....

LEO

director: your brother got into a fight

Leo: oh…….did he win the fight?

director: wh-...w-well your brother won

Leo: swear? the one that's great is not wanting to show off but-

director: would I be able to speak with your father?

DONNIE

director: your brother got into a fight

Donnie: he won?

director: good yes bu-

Donnie: excellent

MICKEY

director: your brother got into a fight

Mickey: oh no he got hurt?!

director: no but what really worries me is the situation in which your brother left the other child

Mickey: oh…..I think this is partly my fault

TMNT

LEO

director: your brother got into a fight

Leo: the god what happened?

director: well your brother was already reporting that he was being tormented by his colleague for some time so we think your brother decided to react about these provocations and-

Leo: wait so you're saying my brother was being bullied and you didn't do anything?!

Director: good......

RAPH

director: your brother got into a fight

Raph: he won?

director: good yes bu-

Raph: this is my brat!

DONNIE

director: your brother got into a fight

Donnie: oh no he got hurt?!

director: no no but what really worries me is the situation in which your brother left the other child

Donnie: oh..really? (secretly very proud)

MICKEY

director: your brother got into a fight

Mickey: oh…….did he win the fight?

Director: well your brother won but-

Mickey: swear? the one that's great is not wanting to show off but-

diretor: posso falar com seu pai?

[chop-zulyzulyyy]

Throne and Sickle Ch. 3

Chapter 3: Potato Sack ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Turtle bros x fem!parkour!reader

Summary: In which the turtles record their training one fateful night, and find the rooftops hold stories with a beginning. And an end.

(Author Note at the end!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own ROTTMNT, sigh.

Genre(s): A bunch of stuff, really. You'll figure it out ;)

WARNINGS: Heavy topics NOT for the lighthearted; like seriously it’ll get dark in some parts. Mentions of s*xual assault, bl**d, sh*rp objects, and more. Indicator will be the caution emoji next to the chapter title.⚠️

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. -Hunter S. Thompson

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‘It took my father seven minutes to die.

I never thought the only man a daughter could depend on would turn out so iniquitous. When it happened, I was too young to understand it was all premeditated, a set up. I remembered screeching tires of cars that arrived at the yard of my house. Figures in sketchy suits barged in on the night of Christmas Eve right after dinner when my siblings and I were watching Mickey Mouse. Our father came from his bedroom- I believed he was there to save us from the bad men- but imagine the damage to our hearts when he waved a welcoming hand over to us and vile words ‘take your pick’ met my little ears. I never saw them again. Those men. My siblings. For as long as I could remember, questions plagued my life…at what point did my father lose morals of a good human being? Why did this man decide his life had more value than his babies? It sparked a fire forevermore. Blistering. Scorching.

Once I turned old enough, it was time for me to act. Father mentioned having a guest over soon, a familiar phrase that caused a cold, eerie dread to seep into my bones. I knew just who exactly was going to come through that door. Lounging in the living room was the devil himself, holding a cold bottle of beer and never peeling his eyes from the television screen as the roar of people cheering football players on enveloped the house. The irony of watching sports like a true American father with a cookie-cutter home, with an apple-pie life- all as if he didn’t commit those horrible sins years prior? Revolting… repulsive. Silently shuffling to my bedroom after breakfast, I hauled my bags from the closet, setting them by the door, including the Mary Janes I removed- leaving me in underwear, and a thin undershirt. The less clothing worn was better for concealing anything that could… stain. I tiptoed to my rickety bed, grabbing hold of the large military blade that belonged to Father, hidden underneath the pillow. Heavy. Cold. I switched my own television on and blaring familiar sounds of Mickey Mouse came to life- poetic justice if you will- and slowly glided to the living room.

Father’s back was facing me into the hallway. One foot before the other, slow, and steady. Crouching low to the ground once reaching the back of the couch, my arm rose at-level to his neck. I steeled up. My grip on the knife nearly tightened to painful pins and needles as circulation dropped.

A shank caught Father’s attention, a quick pressure jamming into the underside of his ear before swiftly disappearing. His hand touched it to find red blotting his fingers, and the second his eyes snapped wide all peace was thrown out the window. The man thrashed, screeching as liquid heat gushed down his body and sprinkling over the couch, completely drenching his hand as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. Lamps tumbled over, his beer bottle shattered and spilled onto the carpet. Eyes deranged; they land on me. Father sporadically tried to reach my small figure but what he didn’t consider was that as the blood left him, so did his balance. Father’s body leaned one way quickly collapsing. A loud thud resounded. Rising from the ground, I was overcome with something. an intangible sensation. Pain? No. Loss? Maybe. Perhaps it was loss of the lives robbed, loss of the father my family and I deserved, loss of the precious future memories that were supposed to be mine. How funny: we used to think Father was our Superman- red cape, dashing smile. But even that old dream was violated by the pool of blood that surrounded him, the same way the red cape would flow around the comic hero like a veil, and on Father’s face was no smile but a horribly contorted sneer. Like spitting on a puppy, this all was…Sounds of car tires screeched to a halt on our porch and immediately dread fell to the pit of my stomach, hands and feet so uncomfortably clammy-

I had to go. Sprinting back into the bedroom, scrambling limbs tried to pull everything on- shirt, jacket, shoe- no no, socks first- socks then shoes- oh, but I forgot the pants-the pants!

Heavy thumps drew closer near the front door, the aging plywood of our porch creaking and mocking me of the impending hell that was my future. Short, quickened pants left me as I stumbled into pants, this time stuffing my shoes into the backpack when sharp knocks pounded at the door. I stilled (I shouldn’t have) and breath stuttering, my vision blurred while the tremors of my body shook. Suddenly crunches of wood exploding snapped me out of it and slipped on the backpack and duffle bag. I then rushed to the window and pushed the stubborn rusty thing upwards.

One leg went through.

Heavy thuds rushed to a stop, clearly spotting the corpse of Father.

My head ducked, body leaning halfway out.

Voices shouted, and the second set of footsteps momentarily alarmed me as they shouted at each other and scraping sounds of furniture gave me the green light to shuffle my bags over. But one set of footsteps came barreling down to my room.

A gasp met my ears and I turned to face the source just as I brought out the other leg and-‘

“Good morning, sugar. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” Blinking (e/c) eyes found a sweet, middle-aged dark-skinned woman standing by the booth, a notepad in hand and untucking a miniature wooden pencil from behind her ear. Glancing at her name tag, ‘Udora’…you smiled. Glancing at her name tag, ‘Udora’ you smiled.

“A coffee, please. Hazelnut creamer if you have any.”

Scribbling, she nodded. “Of course. Are we ready to order or you need a minute?”

“I need a few minutes, if that’s alright.”

Udora’s bow-shaped lips stretched into a smile, warm and understanding, “You take your time. Seems a little early for a high school student to be out. Studying for an exam?”

“U-uhm, no. I graduated a long time ago.”

She blinked, “Hush your mouth! Baby you look like you’re fresh out of the oven. Now what kind of skincare do you use? Spare me some of those secrets?”

This earned a lighthearted laugh, “I get that a lot, but you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Mhmm, I hear ya. I’ll go get that coffee right out for you, sweetheart.” With a wink, Udora left.

Charmed, you let out a deep and quiet sigh. Bringing your wrist up, the miniature numbers on a tiny digital watch read 6 am on the dot. Eating out so much wasn’t ideal when your skills in the kitchen weren’t all that bad, but you barely clocked out of work. Recently your hours tremendously left you aching doing overtime. Not to imply it didn’t pay well- it was your other ‘job’ that left you working for scraps. A blessing it was, for places like Maraschino’s to provide such safe and warm atmospheres, creating a home-y kind of comfort with employees as saccharine as the name. You then thought back to Udora’s accent. Was she from down South- maybe Virginia, or Louisiana? She did have the hospitality of a Southern Belle. Watching rousing venders open up shop from the window, you leaned a hand on your chin.

If only those people knew who, or what, was walking among them in this city. The candy maker on 9th Ave? A young fox youkai peddling earnings for his new kits. The librarian in Brooklyn? A bat demon with a knack for kidnapping benefactors for simply breathing at a frequency higher than she liked. The CEO of one of the greatest hotels around? A mutinous spider youkai. They’ve been around for a whopping 600 years (give or take a century), most emigrating from Feudal Japan. Others came from places like New Zealand, South America, Greece even. It didn’t take long for you to find out the truth, but along the way, as you grew older, mysterious whispers would tickle your ears in the form of a twinkle or two of bright lights disappearing in your peripheral; or flashes of colors dashing from shadow to shadow- you could even recite to the bottom detail of giant aquatic fins you caught flipping around the corner of an alleyway- which it turns out mermaids actually hated musicals and were able to morph limbs, although it was utterly grotesque when they did. Who knew?

But new players entered the game, their existence astounding millions. Mutants, they were called. As amazing as they were, the bitter taste wouldn’t leave your tongue at the underlying truth that nearly all of them were born a human and altered against their will. Figments of information passed around, jumping from one ridiculous tale to another until a common factor surfaced from spies. A respectable scientist became obsessed with mutant migration, forever becoming the black sheep of clandestine creatures concealed all over the world and shifting reality as you knew it.

You followed the slow rise of the sun’s rays glinting over the tips of buildings, and a memory of lights exploding in the night sky and the green skin flashed in your mind.

Right, you heaved another sigh. You made the choice to reach out to this group of meddling mutants and didn’t have a single shred of doubt they knew who you were. Of course, they must’ve been miffed like many others, given the outrageous rumors going around about these ‘Hoods’. It was amusing at first- reporters and news channels loved to stir the pot and the public ate it all up. But with what was happening behind the scenes now, you needed aid. Whatever the turtles may want to know you’d be more than happy to give up all maps, blueprints, hard drives, files, the works. If there was the very possible chance that they would refuse to help, you would not hold it against them. This was your business, you decided to disturb the peace, you caused a ruckus among both humans and nonhumans. You reached out. There was no obligation for others who have nothing to do with you to be brought into this. But one could hope.

Your thoughts came to a halt when a mug was set before you. “Here you go, baby. Anything to go with that coffee?” Udora coaxed. Nodding with a smile, your small hands welcomed the warmth of the steaming coffee mug.

“Yes, I’ll have your pancakes and fruit please.”

You’d forgotten to look over the menu.

Had anyone told Donnie it was time for spring cleaning, he’d have gone straight to the storage chamber and make sure their air filter was functioning, but seeing all the chalky dust enveloping his father’s room Donnie should have done it anyway. He sighed, Leo hacking his lungs out behind him.

“Oh brother what the heck is Dad doing in there? I literally feel mold from 1983 sticking in my lungs.” He grimaced.

Donnie’s tact-shell brought out a clean filter mask; three others hung on the end of the bionic claws- never mind, two others remained once Leo swiped one. Raph peered in from the kitchen with Mikey lazily plopped onto his shoulders as the scuffling and mumbles caught their ears from behind the door. Leo reached over to knock when the door opened, releasing the horror of dust particles that fell over them like an ocean wave. At the door was their dad, eyes squinting in irritation.

“Dad what are you doi-‘

“Nothing illegal! However! What is illegal is the size of my shelves,” Splinter spouted, “why do they make them so tall and fragile? I cannot reach the top without everything tilting over. If everything falls and breaks none of them could be replaced. Relics and precious heirlooms cannot be bought at the chest of hope!”

Mikey snickered, “You mean Hope Chest?”

Donnie deadpanned, “You buy stuff from that thrift store all the time.”

“Treasures comes in all forms my sons, that is lesson number 49.” Splinter stated, wisely pointing a finger up.

“I thought you said lesson 49 was that many people are alive because it’s illegal to shoot them.”

Everyone whirled to Mikey, who blinked in innocence before frowning at the rat. Raph put his hands on his hips, “Dad! What are you doing telling Mikey that stuff?”

Leo groaned, “Okay okay, moving on. What the heck are you doing in there, Pops? Are you looking for something because Donnie is more than happy to help- ya know cuz he’s got no life.”

That earned a smack upside the head. Splinter huffed, surprising the boys when he returned into his room, waving inside. “Come, I require assistance!”

The boys groaned louder, although practically zooming in. Splinter pointed up to the tallest shelf the sewers could fit. Wooden boxes, cardboard boxes, cloth bags mounted each other in heaps. There was no logical reason to own so much stuff and never use whatever was inside, Donnie’s eye twitched continuously.

“The item I seek has to be in one of those storage boxes- Blue! A portal, please.”

With a shrug, the red-eared slider waved a mystic blue circle to life. Reaching in, Leo brought out an old canvas bag. Splinter shook his head, “No, I don’t believe that is the one.”

Leo drew a carboard box. “No.”

A mesh shopping basket. “No.”

A garbage bag overfilled with old cassette tapes. “No.”

“We so have to watch those later.” Mikey whispered over to Raph, both sharing a mischievous grin.

Irritated, Leo then pulled out a-

“Why do you even need a potato sack?!” Donnie snapped. Splinter brightened, “Yes! That is what I was looking for.”

He jumped up and down as Leo set it on the ground carefully. The boys curiously gathered around him, stunned as to what could be so precious to their dad to warrant such childish behavior. Watching in anticipation never tested their patience more as Splinter untied the strings, and gently lifted the first thing piled up inside.

“Who’s that?” Mikey quipped, pointing. In Splinter’s hand was a small black and white picture, old, worn, and nearly tearing at the edges of a girl around their age, sitting in a booth of some kind. Tired eyes glassed over, and a smile stretched his lips as a wrinkled clawed finger caressed the photo.

Raph put a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Pops?”

Splinter cleared his throat, “Ah, yes, there is nothing wrong. I am just preparing for something very important.”

Leo crossed his arms, “Dad.”

With scrutinizing gazes, Splinter sighed. He passed the photo to Raph as he was closest to him, who then flipped it over.

“First corn dog– 1994.” He read before passing the photo over to Mikey, “Does tomorrow got something to do with her?”

Splinter nodded, “Today is the anniversary of a fateful day. When our paths crossed, I saved her life, and when we reunited, she saved my life from dangerous pickpockets. I remember how brave she was, falling from the rooftops to stop the criminals even though she shook like a leaf.” Splinter then chuckled wistfully, “I gave her quite an earful when I then discovered she knew not how to fight and simply ‘took a bash at it’. My, my, a silly one she was.”

Mikey saddened, “Oh, is she…?”

To their surprise, Splinter frowned. His hands tightened into fists.

“That, I’m afraid, I do not know. She disappeared. I could not find her, no matter how far and wide I searched. It has been many years…how I wish I had an answer to what happened all that time ago. But our story goes further back than that.”

By now the boys had taken it upon themselves to sit down in a circle before their father, as he was lost in thought. Raph, Mikey, Leo and Donnie observed between their dad and the photo when collectively they then noticed the state of which she was in. Rotten clothes, mud blotched all over her and it looked like she didn’t even know what a shower was. Except… the small hesitant smile overcame everything else, as she proudly held up a corn dog as though it was a trophy earned and won. Splinter rummaged through the potato sack, pulling out a small bundle of cloth and unwrapping it to reveal a surprisingly dangerous looking military blade. It didn’t look as vicious as how weapons usually are, but this blade was crumbling with rust, bent, and clearly used to its full capacity.

“Let me tell you a story, my sons. A story about a young child escaping a dark fate from her own home many years ago, and how she became my inspiration to fight for justice.”

As a fish would be caught on a hook, the boys eagerly settled themselves near their father as he began.

“The year was about…1988 I believe. Before my years of fighting crime, I peddled my earnings in California, working under various employers. I was young, about seventeen years of age, and foolish. Never desiring to be anything more, never caring for others. Until one day… a fateful encounter changed my life forever. I picked fresh peaches as many as I could afford at a market when I felt a tap on my leg. A tiny little girl asked me if I knew where she could buy some bread, though all she carried was one quarter. She would never get to buy one with just one coin, so I gave her five dollars and two of my peaches, even if it left me with nothing. As I watched her disappear into the crowd, something inside me told me to follow her. And I did. I understand I am not a perfect example, but a father…a father would fight tooth and nail to protect his children, my sons. What I saw holding that girl by her hair was no father… but a monster. I remember how lifeless that child looked, although obedient. Quiet. He squashed the peaches I gave her, assuming she had stolen them. I found out that day through the eyes and ears of the streets that this man was known to be in very horrible trouble with local gangsters, and he paid his dues by… by selling his other children. During this time, I knew nothing more than the innocent bystander, but I would not stand by and watch that man…that thing have custody of the poor child. Many times, I tried calling for help about the situation. I visited many places day after day, hoping to find someone who could help. None believed me, so I then decided to do it myself.

But it was too late. When I arrived to the home, a fatal wound to the neck left him no chance of survival. I searched the home, and I caught a gangster contacting reinforcements. If my instincts were correct at the time, he was a client of that man. I defeated him, and quickly searched further to find the poor girl just as she was exiting the window, covered in splatters of red. Unfortunately, she feared that I was an enemy and tried to flee as fast as possible. I followed her throughout the city, amazed such a little human could go to extreme lengths for escape, but she was still a child. She had no knowledge that a path she had taken would lead to the roof of an old building. Unbeknownst to either of us, a large hole covered in fragile plywood gave way under our feet and nearly dragged us down to our deaths many stories below. When the dust cleared, I could not find her and I had broken my leg. I had thought the worst… until a small cry underneath a pile of debris caught my attention. I crawled to her despite my pain and dug through to find a poor bloody mess of a little girl. She could not see with how much had gotten into her eyes. It frightened me. No matter how long it took, I stayed with her. I stayed from day to night, until help arrived and found us. She never spoke a word except for her little cries, so so afraid as she clutched onto my clothes. I recall those who came to help tried to take her to receive medical attention only for her to call for me. ‘Mister Peach’ she pleaded, ‘please don’t go away.’ I-”

Splinter cleared his throat, caressing a small pink beaded bracelet he brought out from the bag. The boys exchanged a worried look. He then handed it down to the boys, passing along more of the old and golden memories that stayed collecting dust all this time.

“I could not ignore her cries. And so I remained. However, despite that one nightmare had finally come to an end, another began. Her father’s enemies caught word of what happened and were furious. Men were sent out on hunting parties for the final child they were supposed to be gifted. Remember my sons, I was young and foolish. I had left my home to forge my own path. It pained me so to see I could not afford to help the child more than she could all the while fighting to keep myself afloat. I… I could not even get enough money to buy her supper, or a blanket. Not even a crumb of a cracker. Yet each time she gave me a smile. Each time she communicated that I was still more of a man than her father ever was to care this much about her. She even ate garbage alongside me at one point. But with a heavy heart, I had to let her go.

I had to let her go…

I took her to a bus stop in disguise. This pink wig is what she wore, and these hideous polka dot pants. She believed if she could dress similar to a clown, she could make me laugh. And laugh I did. I remember her telling me that she would find me again one day. Fear had dictated all the previous years of her life and yet was stronger than I was, keeping me from falling to my own demise in a dark time of my life. Because of her I found confidence in my circumstances and trained to be skilled in martial arts- to make a name for myself. A legend. Despite living longer than she, I was the one who needed her more than she needed me. However, when she boarded the bus I did not realize she would take my heart with her. I will never forget the little hand that waved goodbye to me through the window.”

Mikey sniffled, clinging to a wobbly lipped Leo as Donnie stared hard onto the little bracelet in his hand. Raph tightened his grip over Splinter’s shoulder, eyes heavy seeing his father slump under the weight of these burdens. The elder rat reached into the sack, shuffling around until he pulled out a crumpled stack of carnival tickets. The corners of his lips lifted.

“Time passed us by when we crossed paths again, just as she promised! At first I did not recognize her when she saved me from those pickpockets but one look…one look was all I needed to know. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, but she was still the little girl who called me Mister Peach, and she was my Little Momo. It was the best day of our lives. We got to enjoy a carnival, we got to eat a full meal together, and it was like no time had gone by. Then when the moon rose I had to return home, and I had enough to properly care for her this time…but she refused to come with me.”

The whole time as Splinter recounted his story, the boys have leaned further into the circle completely entranced by the tale. When their father frowned, they held their breath. When he smiled, tension left their bodies. But right now, pain overcame the elder rat, eyes glassing over without warning and they knew whatever came next from their fathers mouth it would haunt them, just as it did him.

“She wouldn’t answer my questions as to why, not a single peep. The last thing she ever told me was to keep believing in myself, and that my existence was magical. The first blessing she had ever received- and hoped with all her heart our futures would know only love, and family. Before she left, she placed something in my hand but I could not tear my eyes away from her and look down. And that was the last I ever saw her.”

Splinter crushed the stack of tickets in his hands, “If only I had not been so blind with hurt and anger that she did not stay, I would have fought harder to keep her here where she could be safe. I would have helped her…”

The last item he pulled out remained hidden in the palm of his hand. Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey felt their blood turn cold, faces morphing into horror. 

There in his hand, lay a tiny little baby pacifier.

“I should have fought harder to protect her, and her unborn child.”

Kids. Games and tricks and fun and joy. Their laughter could brighten up the whole world without trying. It doesn’t even matter what they’re laughing about because people will end up hearing the laughter the world should have.

Trudging up the stairs to your townhouse, belly full, you smiled at the children playing tag on the street. Some wore their mother’s pillow covers as superhero capes, some swiped their father’s helmet and sticks to play soldiers, and some even used chalk to turn the street into a baseball diamond. A delighted gasp left you once witnessing a petite little girl in a dress whack the ball out of the ‘field’, and all the boys groaned when she put out a thumbs up grinning victoriously, while two kids acting as spectators used soda pop bottles as microphones. Peering back at the sidewalk, you guaranteed the bottom of your shoes would be stained in colorful chalk. But you couldn’t find it in you to mind at all. The large oak door let you into your home. A spacious rustic-style place, courtesy of inspirations from scrolling endlessly on Pinterest (A/N: I have an attachment issue with this app help).

Walking up the spiraling staircase to your bedroom, your bones creaked and popped. You’d be willing to bet your organs that stairs were everyone’s nightmare- they could be the most accomplished athlete in the world, but they’ll take the elevator each time. Setting your messenger bag down to your bed and shifting through your items, the edges of cloth brushed against your fingertips. You took the item out of the bag and ran a thumb over the soft texture- a simple mask wouldn’t be enough to remain anonymous with eyes and ears everywhere as it did before, you knew. If things went well with the turtles, then maybe…maybe you wouldn’t need to wear it again. You turned away when the sun’s reflection bouncing off of something made you squint. Atop your dresser, sat a photo encased in a glass frame. Small, very small it was: taken at a carnival photo booth. One figure smiled back at you, his charismatic persona outshining the bashful female next to him despite her failed attempts at smiling like him. One of his hands enveloped hers to help make a peace sign, while his other had a thumbs up. Even when she looked like garbage, and dirt covered her from head to toe, he wanted a photo with a street beggar who didn’t own even two nickels to make a dime.

You grabbed hold of the miniature frame and settled into bed with it resting over your heart. Now that you finished the night shift, it was time to sleep the day away and replenish what your body desperately needed. When the days and nights knocked you down in the real world, comfort could be taken in the dreams that lulled you so.

Tomorrow... you thought. Today’s burdens were enough, and you’d deal with what came next...tomorrow. As reality faded and your body cooled from the breeze that came through the window, you thought that, for just a moment, you could smell peaches.

Sweet dreams.

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Fun fact: Mikey is an Ornate Box turtle! Its distinct coloring camouflages it among the damp earth, fallen leaves and other debris found on the floor of moderately moist forests. Also, Ornate box turtles eat live beetles, caterpillars, cicadas, and worms. I just hope Mikey never puts them in his recipes. Ew!

A/N: WOOW. I’m sorry I don’t have a schedule set up, guys. School and other responsibilities have been kicking my tush so- kinda recovering from a burnout. Yikes. But I’m still working on this I promise! Stay tuned :)

Translations:

Momo: Japanese term for 'Peach'

[glowinggator]

Scorpion Hill

Request: Hi there! If you don’t mind, could you do Headcanons for either the rottmnt boys or mud dogs with a reader /crush that has hazel eyes, since they mainly hangout during the night it looks like plain brown ( usually in the dark hazel eyes looks like brown eyes ) but for the first time they were able to meet up at daylight ( maybe stayed up until sunrise together, or went into a farm for a week vacation, idk are seeing the reader in sunlight for the first time ) and their eyes aren’t actually brown but hazel? Like way lighter, almost like a honey color with a tint of green? How could they react? Thank you and hope you have a good day!

Pairing: Malicious Mickey/Reader (Mutual Pining) 

Content Warnings: Arson with your local eel yokai, but what else is new? 

Word Count: 657

Having grown up in a family with all-blue eyes, he thinks brown eyes are really cool and pretty. Even before seeing your eyes in the light he thought they were really gorgeous, and it’s not too uncommon to catch him zoning out while gazing at you. But man, when he sees them lit up? He can feel the air escaping his lungs as he breathes out a little sight of amazement: he learns something new about you every day, doesn’t he?

Immediately throws a compliment your way, and maybe some light ribbing about how you never told him how pretty your eyes were.

You roll the flint spark wheel under your thumb slowly, savoring the way the flint grinds against the metal. The dull, gritty sound of metal on metal is one that you’ll never get tired of hearing, if only for the promise of action that always seems to follow. You cast a look over to your partner in crime, who smiles back at you brightly. With a firm nod and a smile, you cast your gazes towards the building in front of you and for your cue. The cyan hue of nearby beacons cast an ethereal glow unto the dusty windows of the corporate building, highlighting each and every scratch in the otherwise pristine glass. It’s heavenly, in a comedic way: how funny, that a place so devoid of emotion can look so beautiful when abandoned for the night.

The night is eerily quiet, absent of the usual calls of cockatrices and hippogriffs: It’s the calm before the storm, you grin to yourself. You look over your shoulder checking for any sign of trouble, only to come up empty. A cold gust of winds sends chills down your spine, but you don’t mind. It’ll be more than warm enough in a few minutes. A jacket would only slow you down, anyways.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Leonard’s voice rings in your ear.

“Copy that,” you murmur, adjusting the small piece of plastic.

Mickey’s eyes bore into your form, and you meet his gaze with a wicked grin. You spark your lighter with a nod, lighting the cloth leading out of your bottle. You watch the flame burn, starting as the smallest of embers at the edge of the tattered cloth before coming to encompass the middle of the cloth with a furious heat. And with that, you send the bottle flying through the window. The glass shatters violently, sending shards in every direction imaginable. The trademark shattering of glass inside the building and the ‘woosh’ that follows signals the downfall of the building, and you feel your heart clench with excitement. Mickey slithers up beside you, throwing his own bottle through the window above it with ease.

The flame soon spirals out of control, eating at the paper walls and leaping out of windows with malicious glee. Before you know it, the street is engulfed with bright, orange light: a contrast to the calming teal that surrounded you just moments before. You laugh softly, taking in the chaos and warmth for just a moment more.

“I think that was the cleanest throw we’ve had yet,” you giggle, turning to the eel beside you. His icy eyes sparkle in the light of the fire, and it takes him a moment to turn to you. But when he does, his eyes seem to burn brighter than the streets around you. He exhales slowly as his smile stretches farther across his face, firelight highlighting each and every feature perfectly. 

“Hey,” he laughs, “You never told me you had such pretty eyes.”

You snort, “It wasn’t really relevant? How am I supposed to bring that up in a conversation?”

“Shut up,” he grins, “I’m trying to compliment you.” 

“Okay catfish,” you take his hand, pulling him down the street with a flutter of your heart and a skip in your step. “How about you woo me after we’ve lost the cops?”