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itrocloud · 3 years

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Tankman With A (Pre)Diabetic S/O

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[ DISCLAIMER NOTE ;

this was originally planned to help me cope with my pre-diabetes, but i’m hoping this touches someone else. i’m currently in the FNF fandom so expect a ton of fnf content from me.

the basic overview is, reader is upset because they’ve learned they have pre-diabetes. im very thin and have it, so i originally wrote it with that intent, but the reader can be any size, and they’re struggling with their new diet and careless people, so captain helps. enjoy! theres one mention of my ethnicity, if it doesn’t apply to you, ignore it! i’m sorry but i also hope whoever may be reading enjoys this! ]

When John learns that his s/o is pre-diabetic, full parental figure comes on. He has an instant instinct to shape up his s/o and make them healthy.

John isn’t very familiar when it comes to diabetes, since him and his men mostly eat meat and vegetables, being in war and all— However he is mostly aware of what they can and cannot eat, but just for good measure, he does his research, and asks Steve, because Steve somehow seems to know everything…

His s/o also ran into the issue of, people still giving them carbs because ‘pre-diabetes’ isn’t seen as bad as actual diabetes. They always feel pressured to eat the food since those people went out of their way to get it for them, so they consume what they can before nearly throwing it up later since to many carbs make them sick.

His s/o expresses to him how upset they are since carbs was their whole life, due to their ethnicity. This saddens him to hear, and although he isn’t the best cook, he tries to make you dishes that are good for you and that you’ll also enjoy.

John feeds you healthy or low carb snacks, such as fruit or granola bars, or cheese sticks because those are yum! He lets you have a cup of coffee every morning with artificial sweetener since coffee is safer that way.

But, diabetes also means new cooking experience! You’ve kept yourself occupied in the kitchen all the time coming up with low carb desserts and meals to eat, so it’s almost like eating the real thing!

And of course, he doesn’t completely take away carbs from you, he feeds you bread and pasta every now and then, sometimes together if you’ve been doing very excellent recently.

John tries to reassure his s/o that pre-diabetes is reversible, so after a while of strict dieting, they can return to how they normally eat, but still maintain their moderation.

Once your blood sugar falls and is back in perfect health, John celebrates with you by letting you eat red velvet cupcakes instead of a red velvet cake, and its way cuter because you can feed each other cupcakes and watch icing get smeared on each others lips.

New jokes. Will say shit like “what if my cum gave you insulin” or “what if my dick had carbs”.

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[ END NOTE ;

SORRY FOR THE LAST PART MY BOYFRIEND SAYS THAT STUFF TO ME ALL THE TIME???

im gonna be honest this looked WAYY longer in my notes :| i hope it was still enjoyable though! thank you for reading! my account will hopefully be back up and running soon after being gone for a whole year i think— ]

#tankman #tankmen #x reader #tankman x reader #fnf tankman #fnf #its been forever since i wrote im going mentally insane #iM SORRY IF THIS IS SO SHIT PLS DONT KILL ME FNF FANDOM

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itrocloud · 4 years

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Hey guys,

I wanted to take a moment to speak about something that’s been on my mind lately: the lack of feedback.

Writing is honestly a joy to me. I love it. Whenever I write I’m in my own little world and I can escape for awhile. But sometimes I get a little discouraged when something I worked so hard on barely gets anything. Now, I know what you’re thinking ‘Just write for yourself, why are you so caught up in notes?’ Truth be told, I honestly don’t give a shit about notes LOL

But, what I do care about is feedback. Feedback meaning, “Oh this was amazing! Keep up the good work!” or “Please don’t stop this series! I love it so much!”. Even something as simple as a heart emoji would do the trick.

I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

I am grateful that people take the time to read my stuff, I really am. But as a writer, I want my work seen by people who enjoy it. Think of me and fellow writers as actual authors instead of simply writers on the internet. We work hard on our fics, day and night, because we love the thrill of making something that will make people happy. Wanna know how authors like Stephen King and Leigh Bardugo get famous? People share their work and express the joy they feel from it! It’s the same thing, just in different platforms.

Feedback is so important. More than you guys realize. While you may forget what you commented on that one fic, the author doesn’t.

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itrocloud · 4 years

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Remember Me [Leo X Reader]

“Remember me, though I have to say goodbye, Remember me, don’t let it make you cry.”

Sitting on the balcony of your apartment, you let out a miserable sigh. You couldn’t even sleep from how much worry was flooding your mind. You stared out at the moon before your eyes trailed around the city, somewhat loving how the moon’s light made it all glow.

Leonardo left with his brothers to face the Shredder, and you were overwhelmed with anxiety. What if he got hurt? What if he got lost? Or worse, what if he never made it back? You didn’t want to think about it, but thats all you could think about. You had every right to worry, but before Leo left, the first thing he told you was to not worry.

“For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart.”

Your mind trailed off to just him instead of him on his mission. You remembered all the wonderful times you shared together. Being dorks over Space Heroes, fighting for the last slice of pizza, and even training together. You had the best life with Leonardo, and now you weren’t sure if you’d ever see him again.

Your eyes widened when you remembered a certain tune that the turtle had wrote for you. It was short, but very sweet, heart touching even. You remembered every lyric, because that breathtaking voice he had simply couldn’t be forgotten. You recited the song in your head, imagining him there with you right now.

“Remember me, though I have to travel far, Remember me each time you hear a sad guitar.”

The memory of Leo sitting in front of you, his face flushed from embarrassment made you smile. He sat there with his guitar he snagged from the trash. It was old and beaten up, but Leo really wanted to use it, so he had Donnie fix it up for him so it played like brand new!

He strummed the strings, creating a soft soothing melody. He looked back up at you once more, an absolutely adorable smile covering his face. He brought his attention back down to the guitar and played it, a beautiful tune coming from it. After a moment of that, he opened his mouth to sing.

The vocals, the melody, him...! It was extraordinary! You were lost in his voice, your heart melting and your soul rising. You were blown away by his performance. It all went by so quick though, but once he was done you awarded him with applause.

“That was beautiful, Leo!!” You cheered, making him smile sheepishly. “You really liked it?” He asked, red still dusting his face. You nodded frantically, a huge grin plastered on your face. “Where did you learn to play guitar so well? And when did you learn how to sing?” You bombarded him with questions, but only out of love and amazement.

“I just... kinda taught myself?” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “But I’m glad you liked it.” He smiled, definitely planning to perform more for you in the future. Anything to see that happy smile across your face. He really felt like he did something right, something to make you happy. Little did he know, everything he did make you happy.

Your flashback finished, leaving you back in the real world. Your heart dropped once again, but you quickly shut all those negative feelings out. You had to stay strong for Leo, and of course, to always remember him. Just like he sang about.

“Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be... until you’re in my arms again. Remember me...”

You made your way back into your apartment, leaving your door open to let the nice cool breeze of the fall in. You sat on your bed, eyes fixated on your phone, scrolling through social media and chatting with friends. Your eyelids began feeling heavy, and that was your cue to go to bed.

Before you even had a chance to put your phone away and crawl under your warm covers, you heard a small knock on the glass of your door. Your head snapped into that direction, a little startled by the sound. You’re mouth dropped when you saw who was waiting on the outside.

There he was, Leonardo Hamato, just smiling away as he was crouched on the balcony. “Hello, Y/n.“ He spoke. “Did you miss me?” He chuckled, watching you run towards him with excitement. “L-Leo!” You cried in joy. He slid off the edge of the balcony and stood in front of you. You pulled him into a tight hug, almost sobbing at the sight of him.

He returned your embrace, and quietly said, “I’m home, Y/n. I’m home.”

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END NOTE;

sorry if this looks kinda wonky, i copied and pasted it from my notes onto tumblr because i seem to write better up there— but here we are! another tmnt fic after so long. this time for leo because i love him so much! i kind of fell out of the tmnt fandom for a while but somehow got thrown back in so here i am! hope you enjoyed this, i stayed in bed writing this after visiting my boyfriend because i was in a good mood :> for anyone wondering, the song is from the movie coco! its a really good movie and song and i wanted to make this <3 if this has been done before i apologize, i do not mean to steal anyones idea. i did see something similar to this for a different fandom and kind of wanted to make my own version. everyone have a lovely night! please excuse any typos/spelling errors/grammar mistakes.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #leonardo hamato #leonardo x reader #tmnt imagines #leonardo 2012 x reader #tmnt x reader #2012 tmnt x reader

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itrocloud · 4 years

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Anxiety Attacks [Donnie X Reader]

DISCLAIMER/NOTE; Please keep in mind that I am going to base this off my own personal experience with anxiety attacks, so not everything will be something you can relate to. You may experience different things during anxiety attacks, while I experience others. This is just an overall, reader has an anxiety attack and Donnie helps. Hope you enjoy.

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It happened again. You should be used to it by now, but it was still hell, a living nightmare. For some reason, it seemed more worse than usual, perhaps it was because you hadn’t had one in a good while. You thought they were gone for good, never to return again, but you were wrong.

You tried to act fine, tried not to make a scene, but it was impossible to remain emotionaless during a phase like this. First, you began to tremble, shaking violently and uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to calm yourself, nothing would stop that shaking. You suddenly got all hot all around your body, but mostly in your face. It burned, it was almost like someone was pouring lava above your head.

Your chest ached horribly, it felt tight, like someone was squeezing the life out of you. Pins and needles felt like they were poking at it at the same time. It was a terrible feeling. One that could never be understood unless one experiences it itself.

Then, you began to feel nauseous, like you would spew at any moment. It wasn’t like when you were sick, it was much worse than that. On top of all that, your mind was going completely insane. So many thoughts swarmed around inside your head, all completely negative. Ones that said you would die right on the spot, ones that encouraged you to harm yourself, ones that put you down and told you all the horrible outcomes of the situation.

Donatello, who left you in the lab was unaware of the situation, he was out for a moment and as soon as he left was when the attack started. You sat there, quickly losing your breath as you tried to regain your strength back. You didn’t want Donnie to come back and see you like this, you didn’t want him to worry.

This wasn’t his problem, it was yours, you felt like you would only burden Donnie with your problems and mental health issues. You occasionally ranted to him, but it was nothing too serious. Stuff like this though? They were beyond the small things you would complain about. This was a matter of life or death, because stuff like this could lead to your suicide.

A method you found to be helpful was pacing around the room, trying to take your mind off the situation. Staring down at your feet and counting the steps you took usually helped, but this time, it wasn’t working. You felt lost, completely helpless, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. You just wished that it would stop, but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. When you had these anxiety attacks, they lasted for hours.

Completely lost in thought, trapped within your own hellish nightmare, you didn’t notice Donnie walk in. “Hey Y/n,” He called out. “Sorry for leaving, I had to—” He paused, stopping in his tracks when he saw your trembling figure. Seeing your burning face, teary eyed, and shaking body, he knew exactly what was going on. He dashed off, fetching a wash cloth and running cold water on it.

Once he returned, he came up to you, sitting you down in a chair while he sat in front of you. He placed the wash cloth on your forehead, hoping it would help your face cool down. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” You whispered. “No, don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” He reassured you.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you–!” You croaked, more tears slipping out. Donnie frowned, his heart shattering. He hated seeing you like this, you were in so much pain, and all you did was try hiding it from him. He couldn’t blame you though, he understood why you didn’t want to come to him. You cared about his feelings and didn’t want to bombard him with all your troubles.

He just wished that you knew that he cared so much about you. He would do anything for you, that he didn’t mind helping you through your rough times. Donnie made you look at him, and he attempted to help you through your attack. He knew a lot about them because he studied them, and he even had them himself, so he knew what you were going through. He motioned his hands towards himself. “Breathe in.” He told you, inhaling. You did, staring into his eyes as you did so.

“And out.” He exhaled, letting his hands fall back down. “Again.” He said. “Breathe in,” He said, inhaling. “and then out,” Exhaling. “Try focusing on something you love, something positive, something to take your mind off your negative thoughts.” He told you, grabbing your hands and gently squeezing them.

You continued taking deep breathes, holding them for a moment, then letting them out. At first, you only focused on that, but when Donnie spoke up again, you then looked at him. You stared into his eyes, you examined his features. His dark yet soft eyes, his purple mask, his tooth gap, and his hands around yours. Things you all loved about him.

You were in a trance, you never had much of an opportunity to look at him like this, just admiring his beauty. You loved it, you absolutely loved it. Then, you felt yourself slowly stop shaking, your breathing calm again, your upset stomach going back to normal, it all disappeared. You let out a small laugh of excitement. You stopped for a moment, making sure your body wasn’t playing tricks on you. It wasn’t, you were finally okay again.

You placed the cloth that was on your head down on Donnie’s desk. You wrapped your hands around his, squeezing them like he did yours. “Thank you.” You said, smiling brightly. Donnie chuckled. “It was no problem. Im guessing I’m something you love that helps you calm down?” He asked, making you blush. “Yeah...” You admitted sheepishly.

He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m glad I was able to help. Remember, I’m always here if you need help with things like this. You never bother me.” He told you before pulling away, caressing your face with his hand. “And always remember that I love you.”

Your face flushed once again. You didn’t expect Donnie to say he loved you, but you didn’t mind, because in all honesty, you loved him too. Maybe having this anxiety attack wasn’t a bad thing, maybe it helped you two bond, maybe it started a spark of love. At least you know now, you’ll always have some help and encouragement through their rough times.

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END NOTE; This wasn’t exactly a realistic scenario. You can critique me on that. Anxiety attacks don’t go away like that, I know that. But this was just a fun scenario I wanted to write, imgaining myself. Even though this one shot has a few holes in it, I just hope it made at least one of you happy. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and if you leave a like, then thanks again! I love seeing people enjoy my stuff :) Please excuse any typos/grammar mistakes/spelling mistakes.

#donnie tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt 2012 #donatello 2012 #tmnt imagines #i might write for rise! donnie one day too #hope you enjoyed :)#2012 donnie tmnt x reader

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itrocloud · 5 years

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Donatello Hamato || Hcs

Donatello is a sweet and caring turtle. When it comes to his s/o, he’ll do anything just to see them smile. He loves when his s/o is happy, seeing them smile always puts butterflies in his stomach, even if he’s already been with them for so long. Its something that’ll never get old to him. Their happiness is his top priority.

He can’t really contain himself when it comes to showing affection. He blushes like crazy when his s/o pulls him into a hug or places a kiss on his lips or cheek. Sometimes he’ll stand there for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. Like what they did to him put him in a trance. His s/o always loves seeing him like that.

Donnie is brilliant when it comes to technology and understanding science, yet hes so helpless when it comes to picking out a simple gift for his s/o. It would be a way he shows his s/o he loves them. He would probably give them tons of gifts every month on their anniversary. Sometimes he’ll even plan ahead of time, trying to figure out what would be the perfect gift. Sometimes its chocolates, other times it’s something cheesy like a teddy bear, or jewelry, even something he created himself. He listens to every word they say, remembering them saying how much they wanted this one thing, and surprise them with it one day. He loves seeing the pure shock and happiness in their face when they receive it.

He’s very cliché and romantic. On anniversary nights, specifically after a year of being together, he’ll set up a perfect dinner with candles and amazing food. He’ll invite them to a rooftop with a breathtaking view, thats where the dinner will be set up at. His s/o will just about cry and thank him for the wonderful night. He’ll sleep good that night knowing he made them happy beyond belief.

Other times he’ll write notes, pouring his heart out into them. He’s very gifted when it comes to expressing his words through writing. Its almost like a reading a descriptive novel on why and how much he loves his s/o. He’ll slip them in their bookbag, leave it by their bedroom window, or simply just hand it to them straight up. His s/o loves receiving them, it just makes their day so much better. They probably have them all in a drawer in their room somewhere, looking at them when they feel down.

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itrocloud · 5 years

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Homework (Donnie X Reader)

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. You look over at your clock, the time reading 11:46. You started on your homework around 9, and you've only gotten 10 questions done out of the 30 that needed to be completed. Those answers were just guesses though. Math wasn't your best subject, you'd rather be doing english or science. Something that had more words and less numbers.

You sat there for what felt like hours, trying to wrap your head around the problems placed in front of you. You thought you were doing it right, but something just seemed off. The answers didn't look right. You sighed once again, placing your face into your hands. You were stressed beyond belief, why did math have to be so hard?

You couldn't ask your parents for help, they didn't understand it any better than you did. You knew you had to get it done though, you couldn't just walk into school tomorrow with an incomplete assignment. Even so, you were so close to balling it up, tossing it in the trash and heading to bed.

Before you could decide what you were going to do next, you heard a faint tapping on your window. You looked over, seeing Donatello, or Donnie. He was one of the ninja turtles that roamed the city, protecting it from evil. He was the smart one out of the group, brilliant when it came to technology, science, and in this case, math.

Forgetting all about your homework, you walked over and opened up the window for Donnie. A smile was plastered on your face, your stress was suddenly relieved when you got a look at the turtle. "Hey Don," you softly spoke. "Its good to see you, but may I ask what you're doing here?" You ask.

"Well I uh-" Donnie tripped on his words a bit. I don't think he even knew why he decided to stop by. "I just wanted to say check on you, yknow, kraang and foot soldiers are around and all..." He trailed off, looking at your desk and noticed a bunch of papers all in a pile. Some had scribbles on them, others had doodles, and the rest where numbers, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division signs where you trying to work out problems from your homework.

"Having trouble?" He asked, referring to your work. You had completely forgotten about it, so hearing Donnie mentioning it made you groan. "Yeah, I just don't understand it." You admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. Donnie understood though, work at school only got harder as you progressed.

"Would you like me to help you?" He kindly offered. You looked over at him with desperation in your eyes. "Please." You whispered. Donnie then climbed into your room and walked over to your desk, stepping over items you had scattered all over the room and ducking the ceiling fan. He was quite tall, his head almost touched the roof. He kneeled down beside your desk and gestured for you to come over.

You did, sitting back down in your chair, showing him the parts you didn't quite understand. He nodded, listening to every word you said. "I see, although it may seem confusing, it's actually quite simple, here." He grabbed one of your pencils, that was so tiny compared to his large hands, and worked out one of the problems on your worksheet. You watched and listened as he explained the work to you. Something about Donnie explaining it seemed so much more easier to understand than your own teacher explaining it.

After he finished explaining, you quickly got the gist of it and finished the rest of the problems in no time. You were actually happy, a wave of euphoria washed over you. Knowing that you finally understood the work and being able to finish it put you at ease. You looked over at the turtle, giving him a warm smile. "Thank you so much Don, you really helped me so much. You explained much better than my teacher did."

A light blush spread across Donnie's face. He was happy that he was able to help you and make smile. "It was nothing, if you ever need me, just call me up, I'll be here in no tim-" He was cut off, making a small 'oof' when he felt you lunge towards him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He was taken off guard for a bit and tensed up, but soon relaxed when he realized how much he enjoyed hugging you.

He stroked your hair, enjoying the nice scent that came from it. Neither of you knew how long you stood there in each others arms, but you assumed it was too long. You pulled away, clearing your throat. "Um.. thanks, again. I couldn't have done this without you." Donnie smiled. "It was no problem. Im always here if you need me..." Realizing that had he head to head back to the sewers upset him.

"...I need to head back home now, sorry I couldn't stay longer." He said, crawling back out your window. "Get some sleep, its late." He told you, about to head off until you leaned in, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "You get some sleep too." You replied. Donnie's face reddened, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. He only smiled sheepishly and headed off back to the sewers, still in trance from the kiss you gave him. He definitely had to come back and help you out with homework more, if that was going to be his reward.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #tmnt imagines #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie tmnt x reader #2012 donnie tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader

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