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ghostytoad · 6 months

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* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits Headcanons for: Donnie

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff || Words: 1.6k

Raph | Leo | Mikey | Bonus!!

Donnie:

his first thoughts upon meeting y/n is that literally nothing could be worse. he could be boiling alive in one of meatsweat's fancy culinary stews and be less bothered by that than having to endure not one, but TWO LEOS

there goes the fleeting days of being able to complete his work in peace and quiet; o call back yesterday, bid time return

really tho, all his eye rolling and indifference is just an act that he refuses to let up on (he has a REPUTATION to uphold after all!!)

it doesn't take much time for donnie to warm up to y/n though; he's more or less used to his twin's antics and smug behavior and with y/n being almost exactly the same, it's like they've known each other their whole lives

he chalks it up to being comfortable with the familiar, but his brothers can definitely see it for what it is: a crush

he enjoys the competitive tension between y/n and him, it keeps him on his toes and gives him a boost when he feels out of it and needs the motivation

doesn't much care for the whole ego thing, but it doesn't bother him as bad as leo's does; at least y/n has good reason to be as cocky as they are. they're funny, they're charming, they're cool, they're incredibly perceptive

in fact, he's secretly made a list of all the good qualities y/n has and all the things he likes about them… it's like a whole 10 spreadsheets worth of data

to be fair, he does keep a similar list for his brothers and april, so it's not like he's stalking y/n or anything; it's just his way of "bonding" with his loved ones

but y/n's list is a lot longer than anyone else's; there's just so much to like about them. it only makes sense that their list of good traits happens to match up pretty well with his list of "things to look for in a potential mate" (a secret list that he will take to his grave)

whenever they go on missions, he makes sure to fit y/n in all his latest gear he's made them for their protection; they might talk big game, but donnie still has to take precautions!

he may or may not have taken y/n on a few purple dragon-related missions - AKA "let's go put whipped cream in all of their hard drives and cover their hideout in tinfoil wrapping just to fuck with them"; turns out that the police do not find it funny

"let me just say for the record that nothing's illegal unless it can be proven beyond reasonable doubt. and you can't prove that y/n and i were there so…"

y/n ain't no snitch, so don can trust them to keep their mouth shut if anyone ever gets suspicious of their misdeeds; this also makes them his go-to for some of the more emotionally heavier things that he can't talk to his brothers about

yeah, donnie's not great with emotions, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel them - he genuinely finds y/n to be a comforting presence, especially considering their amazing emotional perception and how well they can read him

he finds it much easier to work when y/n's hanging around the lab with him; they don't have to interact much, all it takes is a visit from y/n and he's hit with a burst of motivation

gets more work done with y/n around than he usually does and takes advantage of this productivity by making y/n stay with him for literal hours even if they don't actively take part in his work

he's even made them a little corner with all of their favorite things in the lab so they can keep busy while he works; they might be good for motivation and all, but he knows better than to leave y/n alone with one of his inventions considering their… impulsive behavior (rip stun-bo feature, we hardly knew ya)

"w-what, leaving? you can't leave yet! i've only just started on this upgraded micro-transmitter for the tank and i need your help! what do you mean you just sit there for hours doing nothing? that's entirely false, you are helping me out immensely! now sit right there and don't touch anything until i tell you to-"

their easy-going nature really complements his more rigid and particular personality; together, they are an unstoppable and wildly chaotic duo

he might be the funniest turtle of the group, but y/n has him in tears with their lame little jokes and one-liners; he mostly only laughs at the roasts and teases directed at his brothers though

overall, his brothers have an ongoing bet over how long it'll be before donnie finally realizes he has a MAJOR crush on y/n; leo has his bets on "not in my lifetime", april predicts it'll be sometime after casey jr's time, mikey's a little more generous and says "maybe in the next decade or two", and raph is just fed up with it and wants it over with NOW

The buzzing and whirring of various tools occupied the otherwise silently uneventful lab as Donatello worked away on his latest project, completely absorbed in his work. Tucked away in the corner, sitting snug in the soft embrace of a plush beanbag, Y/N busied themselves with another round of Smash Bros on their purple (totally not Genius Built branded) Switch. Most days in the lab were spent in comfortable silence, as the purple coded brother did his best work when there were minimal distractions. But for Y/N, that meant keeping all audible cries of excitement or groans of defeat to a minimum while gaming. And sure, that was a reasonable request for a while, but had it really already been four hours?! As Y/N glanced down at their phone for the time, they let out a loud, heavy sigh as boredom overwhelmed their usually active mind.

"Don, how much longer do I gotta sit here? I'm practically dying of boredom. I'm terminal now. Terminal!" They slumped themselves back over the cushion, causing it to wheeze under the shifted weight.

"Just a few minor adjustments left and we'll be as good as gold." Donnie hadn't even looked up from the tester bot he was tinkering with, something which Y/N met with a frustrated scowl.

"And by a few, you mean…?"

"I still need to work on recalibrating the external displays to account for the large-"

"UUUGH, no, how long! I've been here so long that my leg's've atro- asta-… ASTROFIELD!"

Donnie could hardly contain the snort that sounded from under his welding mask.

"I think the term you're looking for is 'atrophied' and no, I seriously doubt that the mere act of sitting is enough to deteriorate muscle tissue."

"Whatever. I'm dying here and you wanna lecture me on-"

They were interrupted by the soft thudding of approaching footsteps, the unmistakable sound of Raph entering the lab.

"Heya, D. Y/N. Sorry to barge in on y'all, just wanted to check in and see if y'guys needed anything. It's been, uh… A while and it's gettin' dark so-"

"Raph, will you tell Dorkie here to quit holdin' me hostage and let me go? He's been keeping me prisoner here and I haven't even gotten my one phone call!" Y/N teased. Their moniker was successful in tearing Donnie's attention away from his desk across the room to shoot them a bitter glare.

"Heh, y'know Y/N, you could leave anytime you wanted, right? It's not like he's actually gonna trap you here. Er… Right?" Raphael's playful expression tinged itself with a hint of concern as he, for a moment, considered the possibility of a hostage negotiation with his little brother.

"Nah, I'm actually good here. I just want something more to DO when I'm here. I can't just be here for moral support, y'know." They stuck their tongue out at the softshell as they rolled themselves off the bag and plopped softly onto the tile floor.

The eldest mutant scratched at the back of his neck with a chuckle. Of course Donnie would tell them it's for 'moral support'.

"Uh, Y/N. You do know he only really keeps you in here because he's got a thing for you, right? That whole moral support thing's a load of crock."

It was at that moment that the ambient hum of tools stopped and tense silence flooded in its place. Y/N propped themselves up on elbows and craned their neck towards Donatello who sat faced away from them with tense shoulders bunched up.

Sensing the awkward situation he'd now put them in, Raph let out a small hiss of regret between his teeth and slowly shuffled his feet back towards the door.

"Riiight… So, you guys good? Yeah? Yeah. I'm gonna just-"

And with that, he practically bolted for the door, leaving Y/N and Donnie to stew in the thick air of their own embarrassment.

"D-Donnie…" Y/N could barely squeak, their eyes fixed to the empty doorway as if they were pleading for Raph to come back and take the awkward with him.

Donnie took in a sharp breath and in one swift motion, pushed his work chair back and spun to face his companion with only his iron-will keeping him from running out of the lab himself.

"I-" He started, his face dark red and his lip quivering with anxiety as his mind parsed through the many scenarios in which this sort of confession could've gone.

"I knew it couldn't have been just for my good looks." Y/N's smug grin and flirtatious wink did little to alleviate the mutant's humiliation.

"Huh?"

"For the record…" Scooting up to Donnie's hunched form, Y/N gently took his hands into theirs and kept their gaze locked to the floor as the faintest blush dusted their cheeks, "I have a thing for you too."

Out of every scenario he'd managed to file through, this one was one outcome he didn't anticipate. But one he would happily accept.

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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Heyyyy I was wondering if you could do how the boys realize they're in love with you and how they react to said realization? Maybe even how long they'd take to confess??

Sorry if that's too much in one go or if you've already done it, ily and I love your writing <3

These are technically two requests so I'll just stick to "How they realize they're in love" if that's okay :)

MDNI / Turtle guys are mid to late twenties

BAYVERSE GUYS REALIZING THEY'RE IN LOVE

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Leonardo:

Once he notices, Leo would carefully consider the implications that come with romantic emotions and reflect upon whether or not he's willing to go through what it entails to give himself to someone.

He would make sure this isn't just a fleeting thing before making any decisions on acting upon those feelings. Once he does, he'll drop little hints that surpass obviousness.

Don't get me wrong, it isn't that he is not brave enough to make the moves; it's just that he assumes that what he has to offer is little and prefers to give you all the signs. This way, if you want a relationship with him, you have the necessary tools to let him see that you do want to be courted.

Donatello:

Donnie's sharp enough to recognize what he's feeling the moment he discerns those exquisite tingles in his chest as something beyond just excitement. Yet, like the reserved creature that he is, digesting such emotions and coming to terms with them is… another thing entirely.

I think he would tough it out for the most part. Often bombarded by intrusive thoughts of a negative reaction on your side if you were to find out. His mind plays tricks on him, making him daydream about delightful dates with you, followed by the voice of mockery asserting that could never come to happen.

He has to be realistic. It isn't logical that someone as beautiful and brilliant as you are would risk being with a non-human creature who's not even biologically compatible with you. No, he's better off as your friend.

Raphael:

He knows what he feels for you; however, he refuses to accept it in his heart (or in front of anyone else, for that matter) because it would be too painful not to be reciprocated. Nevertheless, as his feelings for you grow, so do the desires to protect you and keep you safe and secure. This makes it difficult for him to conceal his true feelings to a sharp, tenacious eye as your own.

If he comes to confess his feelings, Raphael would strive to balance his rough exterior with moments of tenderness, as he recognizes the importance of displaying his softer side to achieve more deepening emotional connections.

Mikey

Mikey's excitement and eagerness to be around you would give him away in the blink of an eye. It's cute because he holds this "We should totally date! Haha, joking, joking... UNLESS!" attitude all the time.

I think he would express his feelings in a joyful, creative form. You can expect an outpouring of artistic expressions: drawings, poems, or spontaneous acts of affection.

I think Mike's the one with a higher rate of emotional intelligence; many lessons he's learned across his journey, and in his adult years, it's easier for him to establish his limits and boundaries. With this in mind, I think he would ponder if it's worth potentially ruining his friendship with you. If the answer is yes, he goes with everything he's got.

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gatitties · 1 year

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Caring you

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: these men are just trying to take care of you so you're just theirs

─ Warnings: stalking, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part one / Part three / Part four / Part five

@simpingfor-wakasa, @luno-614 did you want the second part? here it is!! 🫂

You sighed leaving the shopping bags at the entrance of your house, turning on the lights in the living room while you carried the bags back to the kitchen, only before you could even take a step you screamed when you saw Mikey sitting on your sofa eating a cookie quietly.

"Holy fu-, do you want me to have a heart attack one of these days?"

You had not seen his figure before so it was normal for you to be scared, although in recent weeks you had had these intruders breaking into your house, you did not recriminate them for breaking into your home because they practically "spared" your life that day in which they kidnapped you, yet the Bonten leader kept insisting that you should stay with them in their headquarters because the city was full of predators who could take advantage of the likes of you.

"You know that you still have time to come with us."

You had denied his offer by active and passive but nothing seemed to make Mikey reason, he didn't want to resort to kidnapping because he had already experienced that look from you once when you found him binging on the cookies you had made for everyone, of course he didn't want to share them, he snuck into your house at night so that they would only be his. Receiving that look of disapproval and disappointment made his heart sink, as if he were a kicked and scolded cat.

They had discovered that threats ─even if they were empty─ were useless against you, you had lived long enough for that kind of thing to affect you and you already had some loved ones waiting in the other world, besides, no matter how sadistic Sanzu was, he flatly refused that none of the other executives could even think of raising their hand to you or thinking of torture to make you bow down to them.

So Kakucho was the one who discovered that the best thing they could do to 'protect' you was blackmail, well, he thought it would work out considering that you didn't deny helping them whenever they came to your house looking for comfort or help, but you weren't an idiot. They were men old enough to take care of themselves, besides being criminals.

“Mikey, really, I don't know why I'm not six meters underground yet, I appreciate that, but I like my ordinary life."

Of course, Kokonoi offered you countless kinds of luxuries to try to take you into a comfortable life with them, which you refused just the same. Mikey got up walking towards the kitchen where you were placing the purchase, an action that was completely interrupted when the man hugged you, letting his face rest against your back.

"It's not fair… why can't you accept it? we just want you to be safe, I- I need you by my side, I want you to pay attention to me!"

And there he is… you didn't know Mikey's personality when he acted like a leader everyone feared, but next to you he was like a spoiled attention-seeking kid who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants. You turned so that his head rested on your chest, tightening your embrace a little and rubbing his back in circles, you had to push the atrocities these men engaged in very deep, but there was not much you could do about it either, it's not like if you could change their lives of crime, so as in all your life, swallow and follow the course of things, if these guys wanted your attention you were not going to deny it as long as they cut you out of their business and behave moderately around you.

"You don't need me seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day by your side, plus you always invade my apartment when you want."

He didn't respond to your words, he only clung to you more, almost squeezing you to get every last drop of your affection, Mikey knew he couldn't with your will to continue with your daily routine, but if that was going to continue like this the least he could do was spend as much time as possible with you.

Although as much as it bothers him, he is the leader and he has things to attend to, so he lets you have time with the others, much to his displeasure of course, he doesn't like to share very much, but he knows that you will scold him if he doesn't let the others have their time with you. Takeomi was in charge of making a schedule, taking into account your work hours and even leaving you one day off so that you had privacy and peace, although on those days off Rindou or Sanzu would surely escape to see you even though they weren't allowed to.

Kakucho would always accompany you when you had to cook, before you only had to make food for yourself, and now you find eight grown men clamoring for your homemade food, you appreciated the boy's help and he was more than happy to hear your praise about how well he cook, oh boy, Kaku's chest swells with joy every time you taste his food and you smile at him like a proud mother who has taught her son a new recipe that he has mastered perfectly. Although he doesn't show it as openly as the others, he yearns for your hugs in silence.

Kokonoi always accompanied you when shopping, this man will not let you spend a penny of your money while he is there, he makes sure that you don't lack for anything, although he is a bit annoyed that you refuse to buy stupidly expensive clothes, they just want to spoil you for everything you do for them, even if you don't even realize that your simple actions drive them crazy.

Mochi is undoubtedly the one that stalks you the most, he has to make sure that no creep gets too close, if this happens he will be calling Ran to find out information about that person and they will immediately contact Sanzu to eliminate them. After all you only need them and other people are harmful to you, of course they will still let you keep your close friends and family because they make you happy, and they wouldn't do anything wrong with you, unless they do, when someone close to you does something to you that they don't like, they will comfort you after that person died mysteriously or in an 'accident'.

Which happened… it had to happen, it was a friend you made relatively recently, just a few months before Sanzu collapsed at the door of your house that dawning. You felt comfortable with him and you got closer quite quickly, although you usually used to communicate more by messages than face to face, you always made time to go out one day, the Bonten men controlled all the people you interacted with, even if they were a simple supermarket clerk, if their tone were apathetic with you, they wouldn't last much longer in this world.

Just as they knew everyone you talked to, they knew about this man and they didn't like him one bit, they looked up information about him and Rindou found out that he was a filthy gambler who spent a few nights in brothels, had some history of violence and minimal arrests, it was enough. But the worst thing was the way he looked at you, Takeomi described it when he was following you secretly, his eyes looked at you with disgusting love when you only saw him as a good friend, that thing shouldn't even deserve a second of your time. Mikey asked you about him one day ─because he's a 'curious' boy and wanted to know things directly from you─ and they found out that this disgusting guy simply lied to you about his job and hobbies, although you already found out on your own and complained to him, he promised that he was trying to fix and run his life again, you accepted it by deciding to keep the friendship.

And the guy really started to straighten his life out a bit, but still… that look he gave you kept bugging your boys, plus if you got a partner your attention would get harder and harder to get and they weren't passing by. Even though you weren't interested in having a partner, it didn't convince them, that guy was going to make you feel uncomfortable because he planned to declare himself and you didn't feel the same, it was the breaking point and the end for him.

Today was your friend's funeral, not much in the mood to stay there any longer, you gave your condolences to the family and went home with tears running from your eyes, maybe he wasn't the best person but you still considered him a friend. When you got home, what you least expected was to see those eight men waiting impatiently for you, they knew it, they knew that you were a little more vulnerable now and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"Why is everyone here? Something has happened? I'm not going to launder money or hide weapons here if you want any of those favors."

You wiped your tears leaving your jacket on the coat rack, the first to approach you was Mikey, murmuring your name as he dragged you to the sofa.

"We just had a bad feeling, are you okay?"

"Oh…"

They acted worried even though it hurt to see your tears, a little upset because they were tears for that scum, but now they wanted to focus on making you feel better in their arms. Mikey self-proclaimed your lap as his seat, passing his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your chest to listen to the sound of your heart, the rhythm of your pulsations was too relaxing and addictive for him. Ran and Rin were on either side of you, clinging to your arms, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat on the ground, leaning their foreheads against your knees, hugging your legs while Kakucho stood up comfortingly stroking your head. Mochi and Takeomi looked askance as they all clung to you without giving them space to do so as well.

Takeomi was not one to go against his leader's orders, however, he would take it upon himself to limit Mikey's time with you just by taking up so much of your time.

"Okay guys, I don't feel half of my body."

You asked to be released because you began to stop feeling your arms, which had fallen asleep due to the iron grip of the Haitani, reluctantly everyone released you or gave you your necessary space.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kakucho asked without stopping massaging your scalp, you let out a shaky breath, you had already had your fill of crying all morning and you had barely eaten anything, you nodded closing your eyes, feeling tired from all the emotions released today.

"Yes, thank you very much guys, I love you."

You muttered without taking into account the weight of those words on the criminals, they all froze, planning to crush you in a desperate embrace right then and there if the rumbling of your stomach didn't stop them. Your cheeks began to take on a slight pinkish tint, cause of embarrassment, they were usually the ones who came to you to be fed, their guts rumbling, but not you.

"So I guess we're ordering food?"

Koko already had his phone ready to call the most expensive restaurant in the city, you knew what he was planning to do so you got up and gently took the phone from him, denying it.

"No, I can do something quick."

"Okay, we can do something quick."

You smiled sweetly at Kakucho for offering to help, receiving death glares at his cunning, Mikey immediately jumped up grabbing onto your leg, pouting like a complete child.

"I can help too."

"Mikey… I would like you to help too, but last time you burned my pan."

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kinkandkreep · 6 months

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♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty @kawaiimusiccollection @nekogeisha-blog @k-cris @dreamsygirl @fishisahappydog @mikeyaki

Ken closed the shop a little earlier than usual following his confrontation with Mikey.

It wasn’t that he was too hurt to continue working, not at all. He’d been in much worse fights in his youth, and sustained much more serious injuries.

Ken figured he’d need to message you and do some damage control. After all, he had promised that he would control himself when Mikey came over.

Locking the entrance door and flicking the brightly blinking “open” sign off, Ken shut off the lights in the showroom, did one last check to ensure everything was secure and began making his way upstairs, phone in hand.

Me:

Hey __, I’m sorry, I really tried to rein in my temper but it got the best of me. Aside from the obvious, is everything ok?

Ken’s not expecting you to answer immediately, so he moves to pocket his device, surprised when he hears the chime indicating he’s received a message before he can do so.

__ 🐥:

Yeah, everything’s fine. Honestly, I should be the one asking you if you’re alright. Manjiro didn’t hit you too hard, did he?

Ken chuckles reading your message, having momentarily paused on his way up the steps to respond.

Me:

No harder than he usually does when we get into spats. I’ll be fine. Is he still with you?

__ 🐥:

I’ve retired upstairs for the evening. I can hear him shuffling about downstairs. I also heard his phone ringing, but it stopped pretty abruptly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left soon.

Me:

Tch, that asshole. Well, if he leaves and you need me, let me know. I’ve decided to close up shop a little early today.

__ 🐥:

Thanks Ken. Tell Seishu I said hello, and make sure you get patched up. Call you tomorrow?

Me:

Of course. Night, __.

__ 🐥:

Night night.😚

Ken can’t help the small, fond smile that curls his lips upon reading your final message. Finishing his trek up the stairs, he calls out for Seishu, watching as the man ambles quietly out of his room.

“You call-...what happened to your face?”

Shaking his head, Ken waves away Seishu’s concern.

“Mikey and I got into a little disagreement is all. You mind grabbing the first aid kit for me?”

Nodding, Seishu sets off to retrieve the kit he keeps under his bathroom sink. Once he has it, he approaches Ken, already making moves to treat and dress his split lip, bruised nose and swollen eye.

“This looks like the result of more than just a “little disagreement” to me. You wanna share what it was about?”

Ken considers doing so for a moment, but ultimately decides against it.

“I would, but it’s really not my place to share details unnecessarily. Let’s just say Mikey made a really shitty decision and I refused to cover for him.”

Seishu hums, lightly dabbing a cool, clean cloth against Ken’s lip.

“Sounds serious. I won’t pry, but if at any point you do decide to share, I’m all ears.”

A little smile lifts the corners of Ken’s lips, somewhat exacerbating the laceration there and causing Seishu to quietly fuss.

“Thanks, Seishu. Oh, and __ said hello. I talked to her a little earlier.”

Seishu’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of your name.

“How’s __ been? It’s been so long since last we spoke.”

Ken prepares to speak, then grimaces at the memory of your current situation.

“She-...she’s been better, but she’s strong. I know she’ll be alright.”

Seishu can sense the unease accompanying Ken’s words. He’s half a mind to press for details, but thinks better of it.

“Well, you let her know that I’m here if she ever wants to talk. We should still have each other’s numbers.”

Ken nods.

“Will do.”

You’re tired. And not only because of your husband’s stupidity.

Hanma was about as rough as you expected him to be, which is to say, quite.

Not that you mind of course, quite the opposite.

A pleasant sort of ache radiates through your upper and lower halves. You stretch, thighs and abdomen quivering slightly from the movement.

Laying still for a moment, you listen for Manjiro’s movements. You honestly expected him to be gone, given that you’d heard his phone ringing.

‘What is he doing?’

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you lift yourself up from the bed, quietly making the trek downstairs. Peeking around the corner, you see Manjiro maneuvering around the kitchen. He seems to be cooking, which strikes you as odd because he normally avoids tasks like that like the plague.

‘Does he really think that this is going to make up for what he’s done?’

You roll your eyes, making your way further into the kitchen.

“Manjiro.”

The man startles the most minute amount, turning to level you with a surprised stare over his right shoulder.

“Oh, __. I uh…thought I’d make us dinner.”

You have half a mind to spoil the treat and say that you and Shuji had already eaten, but Manjiro appears to be almost finished, and you’d hate to let all that food go to waste.

So, you decide you’ll entertain him for the time being.

“Ok.”

With that, you take a seat at the dining table, not paying any mind to Manjiro’s gaze, which follows you before returning to its previous place.

About 5 minutes later, Manjiro is setting a plate loaded with your favorites before you. You’re surprised to admit how good everything looks, and perhaps Manjiro can tell as well.

“Thank you.”

Manjiro shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

“My pleasure.”

Taking his seat, you both say a quick “itadakimasu” before digging in.

It’s mostly silent between the two of you, the only audible sound that of your utensils occasionally striking your plates. You can see from the corner of your eye that Manjiro keeps throwing glances at you, and for a second, you deliriously worry that he’s done something to the food and is waiting for a reaction.

“Is there something on my face?” Your words come out amused and slightly harsher than you intended, and Manjiro quickly averts his gaze.

“No, I just…I was just lost in thought.”

“About what?”

It takes him a few seconds to respond.

“Where we go from here.”

This gives you pause, and you slowly set your utensils down, leveling Manjiro with a critical stare.

“I think the answer is fairly obvious, Manjiro.”

His eyes widen, and you can see the most minute amount of fear begin flooding them.

“W-what do you mean, __?”

“I want a divorce.”

You could swear the temperature takes a sharp nosedive following your words. Manjiro is frozen, mouth slightly agape. He flounders for a bit for words, before shakily smiling.

“B-but __, I thought…we, I thought we were even. You slept with Hanma right? So now it’s even? Right?”

You can’t help the loud guffaw that erupts out of you, causing you to double over.

“Even, Manjiro? Really? What are you, 5? I didn’t sleep with Hanma to get “even” with you. I did it to feel good. I wanted him to help me forget, even just for a brief while, about all the shit you put me through.”

Silent tears have begun streaming down Manjiro’s face, his chin wobbling as he listens.

“No, no __ please. I don’t want a divorce, I-””

“I don’t care what you want!” You’ve never raised your voice at Manjiro before, but now you can’t help the overflow of emotions threatening to spill.

“I have spent the better portion of my entire life thus far catering to you Manjiro. I have been nothing but selfless the entire time I’ve known you, always bending over backward to make sure you were accommodated. I’ve given you everything! My body, my heart, my very soul, I gave it all away to you the moment we first exchanged I love you’s.”

Your own tears have begun falling, and you furiously wipe them away.

“But despite all that, you still found it in yourself to cheat on me. After all I’ve done for you, after how I loved you. I would’ve given you anything if only you’d asked.”

Manjiro has begun to sob, head tilted downward and shoulders shaking, fists clenched tightly on the table.

“I’m sorry __, I-I’m so sorry. I love you, I swear I do, I just…I just couldn’t-”

You don’t care to hear what excuse Manjiro is going to try and give you. With a last scrub at your still wet cheeks, you abruptly stand, pushing back your chair and carrying your mostly emptied plate over to the sink to be washed at a later time.

“Wait, __,where are you going?” There’s an edge of panic lacing Manjiro’s words, and he stands as well, partially full plate forgotten.

“Upstairs. I’ll be spending the night at Ken’s.”

You try to brush past Manjiro, but find that he’s blocking your path.

“What, so you can fuck him too?”

Your hand’s never moved so fast in your life. Manjiro’s head snaps to the side, an angry red print beginning to form on his cheek.

“Don’t equate me to you, you piece of shit. I’m not some whore that doesn’t know how to keep their legs closed, unlike someone.”

You quickly maneuver around the still man, rushing upstairs and pulling out your overnight bag. You speedily but meticulously pack everything you’ll need, even packing extra in case you decide to extend your stay.

You can hear Manjiro ascending the stairs, stopping just outside of your bedroom. You can see him watching you out of your periphery, dark eyes made darker with some emotion that you can’t quite place.

Ignoring him for the moment, you finish your preparations, making your way to the door and finding that Manjiro is blocking your path once again. You roll your eyes, exasperated.

“Move, Manjiro.”

“No __, you are not leaving me.”

He finally makes eye contact with you, and his expression sends a chill down your spine.

Manjiro’s eyes are empty, lacking any light or emotion. They stare through you, leaving you feeling uncomfortably exposed.

You can see the slightest clench of his jaw, and his breathing, though quiet, is audible.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m staying cooped up in this house with a monster like you. Now move. I won’t ask again.”

Prepared to strong arm your way past him, you soon find the wind knocked out of you and your picture of the world flipped as Manjiro tackles you back onto your bed.

“L-let me go! Manjiro!”

“I said, you are not leaving me!”

Manjiro appears deranged- eyes wide, brows furrowed and teeth clenched. The two of you wrestle, but Manjiro is, of course, leagues stronger than you are.

“You belong to me __. You’re mine. Not Hanma’s, not Kenny’s, not Izana’s, you belong solely to ME.”

Leaning down, Manjiro forcefully covers your lips with his own, trying and failing to snake his tongue into your mouth.

Pulling back, he growls beneath his breath, before speaking once more.

“You’re the crazy one for thinking I was ever going to let you go.”

Dipping back down, he tightens a hand around your throat, causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, engaging you in a sloppy, one-sided kiss.

Fearing that things will escalate, you do the only thing you can think to in the moment.

Biting down with all the force you’re able to muster, you feel more than hear Manjiro’s muffled scream. When he begins pulling away, you rear back, proceeding to headbutt him.

Now, groaning and clutching his face, he’s retracted from you fully, and without taking another moment to consider it, you grab your bag and bolt out of the room and downstairs, quickly slipping on your shoes and ignoring Manjiro’s pained cries of your name.

You rush out the door, quickly dialing Ken’s number as you begin heading in the direction of his shop.

It’s 30 minutes later when you find yourself curled up on Ken’s couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket and trying not to think about what transpired earlier.

Ken has retreated into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea for you both, and every so often he throws concerned glances your way. You haven’t yet told him what exactly had happened, but you sounded distraught over the phone.

Finished with preparing your tea, Ken carefully carries both cups to the couch, silently offering you yours. You accept with a quiet “thank you” and allow the steam rising from the cup to soothe your nerves.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ken watches you from the corner of his eyes, his own cup sat on the coffee table.

You shake your head. “Not right this moment. Maybe a little later.”

Ken nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. You immediately snuggle into his embrace, head laying on his shoulder.

“I slept with Hanma.”

You can feel him nod.

“I figured.”

“I thought it would make me feel better, and it did, for a little while. But now I just feel…dirty. Like I’m no better than Manjiro. We’re still married after all.”

Ken listens quietly as you vent, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm.

“Normally, yes, two wrongs don’t make a right. But Mikey left you in a vulnerable place, __. It’s understandable that you reacted in the way that you did. And besides, he’s the one who betrayed you. I wouldn’t be so worried about returning the favor.”

A small smile curves your mouth.

“Thanks Ken. You know, I really, truly appreciate you being here for me.”

The man grins, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“No problem __, it’s my pleasure.”

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵖᵃᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ, ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈⁿᵉˢˢ. 😭 ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ…

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏ. 🙃

ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒᵘᵗ? ⁱᵐ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿ' ʸᵃˡˡ, ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 6 ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿ' ᵐʸ ASS.

ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ! ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ 3 ᵈᵃʸˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ. ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈⁱˡʸ. 😂

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿ'! 👋🏾

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #tw cheating #cw cheating #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #cheater mikey #cheating sano manjiro #cheating manjiro sano

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fueledbysano · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅: 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝟏 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

mikey as your professional racer husband ♡

♱ ft. racer!mikey x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: manga spoilers, fluff, domestic fluff, suggestive themes

♱ a/n: well, if this isn't the life. I plan to make this a mini series for the other tr boys' future professions too when I have the time. anw i love racer mikey so much he can have my kids

˗ˏˋ A normal day for Mikey typically looks like training, and practice races. and so, you start the day with making him a big breakfast so he stays in top condition for the day.

˗ˏˋ He also loves it when you eat with him, so he sits you on his lap, making sure you have a taste of your own delicious creation.

˗ˏˋ Before he leaves, it's routine that you're the one to put on his uniform and protective gear. You finish off by placing a sweet kiss on his lips before securing a helmet over his head.

˗ˏˋ Everytime he drives off, it becomes a habit to flash his tail light three times for you as an "I love you".

˗ˏˋ and he also brought up this habit on his actual races, blinking it for you before the countdown as good luck; to which you eventually realized, as you always get the front row seats to his tournaments and matches.

˗ˏˋ In the race track, you are still Mikey's number one, quite literally, when you are wearing one of his jackets that has your shared last name and the distinct number "1" on the back, which is Mikey's number.

˗ˏˋ You are often shown on the big screen as you watch Mikey, making sure to capture your reaction, especially to his wins.

˗ˏˋ You eventually learned how to pose like a model, especially when cameras love stealing shots of you— the star racer's stunning and supportive wife.

˗ˏˋ If you look him up, there's a handful of cute photos of the two of you kissing beside the race track.

˗ˏˋ You are the first person he looks for after every race, and you'll always be ready to hug him proudly whatever place he gets.

˗ˏˋ You always host a celebratory party for him everytime Mikey wins a race. And you always go extravagant.

˗ˏˋ Sometimes, Draken would scold you for how much you spoil your husband.

˗ˏˋ Especially on days when Mikey would run late on training and engine check, all because he refused to leave you in bed.

˗ˏˋ But it's a give and take, really. Considering how much Mikey spoiled you as well.

˗ˏˋ Firstly, he always takes you on his overseas tournaments. You never missed a race, no matter how far it was held.

˗ˏˋ With Draken and Inupi's help, he even made you a motorcycle of your own that looked as stylish as his.

˗ˏˋ The glint in your eyes when you saw it for the first time had paid off, and he immediately took you to a test drive.

˗ˏˋ During your teenage years, you learned how to drive Mikey's CB250T which was basically riding a bike for you. But to drive an actual sports motorcycle was more complicated.

˗ˏˋ Mikey practically wrapped you in safety gear and helmet, protectively wrapping his arms around you as you drove it for the first time.

˗ˏˋ By the end of the day, when you got a hold of its machinery, you and Mikey were cruising down the seaside highway on your own bikes.

˗ˏˋ This then became your favorite date activity— to have joy rides on different corners of the country.

˗ˏˋ However, you sometimes insist on being his passenger, mainly because you get to embrace him for the whole ride. And this is something he couldn't deny.

˗ˏˋ It's usual for Mikey to end the day with worn out or sore limbs, so you always prepare him a bath and give him a massage afterwards.

˗ˏˋ And to this, he thanks you with kisses and invites you into the tub with him.

˗ˏˋMikey's motorcycle isn't the only thing he's good at riding.

˗ˏˋ Considering his intensity of training, the strength in his limbs and core pays off in bed.

˗ˏˋ Making love with Mikey is always an intimate and hot experience for the both of you; as if he's studied every part of your anatomy and how your body reacts to certain touches.

˗ˏˋ and god, his body— it was a sculpture of beauty that made it impossible to hold the thoughts in your head.

˗ˏˋ His hands are skillful in pulling off your clothing too, all while keeping them in one piece no matter how eager he is.

˗ˏˋ Going on days, even weeks without having sex is a regular occurrence to you, considering that he would always be tired from training or tournament when he comes home.

˗ˏˋ But oh, the sex makes it all up.

˗ˏˋ Mikey couldn't hold back any longer. Every part of him is screaming to thrust his way inside your pussy and pound away at it, but another part of him is telling him to take it easy on you, since it's been awhile and all. but he doesn't think he can.

˗ˏˋ He's wanted this all day— to be buried balls deep inside of you, hear how you moan, feel your warm, tight hole suck up his dick.

˗ˏˋ He thrust his hips forward and your pussy took him in inch by inch. You're wet and tight, and feel so goddamn good. You moaned when you felt him all there and that moan is what he's been needing— Sweet, innocent and all his.

˗ˏˋ "Shit, [ Y / N ]," He groaned in your ear. "I won't be able to go easy," He grunted. "Then don't." You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and lifted your legs to his muscular shoulders.

˗ˏˋ That one sentence is about to turn him into a maniac. It's the fuel he needs— the words he never knew he craved.

˗ˏˋ and it did; the bed shook, headboard slamming against the wall and wood creaked with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “My pretty wife~” He couldn't help but admire your flushed face, his eyes flickering to your breasts that bounced with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “I love you s'fuking much…” He whimpered, finding his release with one final thrust. You didn't last longer with his sweet praises either and climaxed with him, practically merging your bodies together along with your hot moans and his soft kisses.

˗ˏˋ “I love you too~” you let him rest his head on your chest and comb your fingers through his dark hair.

˗ˏˋ Mikey is practically the ideal spouse one could ask for, and he thinks about how perfect of a wife you are, not able to imagine himself being with someone else. You always wonder how insanely lucky you are to have found each other and to be finally doing something that you both just once dreamt of.

#tokyo revengers #mikey x reader smut #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader smut #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #mikey smut #manjiro sano smut #mikey x you #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers smut #mikey #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers x reader

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mytaiyakeylover · 1 year

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i just want to cuddle.

synopsis: all your super clingy and adorable boyfriend wants is for you to give him some attention.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing something on tumblr. i’ve only recently begun to use this platform, but i hope you’ll like this little one-shot🥰

warnings: none, just plain fluff and mikey being his usual overly dramatic self.

word count: 1.1k

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Manjiro sighed, a pout slowly forming on his lips. It had already been four hours. Four goddamn hours and you still haven’t as much as glanced in his direction. He just couldn’t help it. Did you not love him anymore? It sure as hell seemed to be that way considering the amount of time you were willing to spend doing math.

The boy groaned loudly, hoping to get your attention. He then closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that conveyed his utter agony. Two minutes passed, then five, and finally six.

Manjiro peered at your silent figure through his lashes, his right eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the lack of attention he was receiving. How could you be so indifferent? After all, your boyfriend was lying sprawled on your bed in the same room where you were doing homework, and all you had to do was ask him if he was okay.

The blond puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. Another set of five minutes went by without any progress. You just continued to stare at that stupid, demon-like book, filled with evil spells and, perhaps, even guides on how to steal a gang leader's lover.

“(Y/n)-chan~!” The boy whined, hitting his knuckles against the soft cushion, looking very much like a five year old. You hummed in response, not quite acknowledging him so it seemed.

That’s it. Manjiro couldn't tolerate it anymore. It was seriously starting to get on his nerves. All the blond wanted was for you to come and cuddle him, not lying on this cold and empty bed as some cursed book was stealing all your attention from him. It was about time you made a decision.

Muttering a few curses for having to leave the comfortable bed, he quietly padded towards you, who seemed far too occupied with studies to acknowledge him. Carefully placing his chin atop your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your waist and peered curiously over the worksheets. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't interested in the content in the slightest. The blond simply wanted to know what could have been so interesting that it made you ignore him for several hours straight.

He nudged your cheek, quite similar to the way a dog would whenever it wanted some attention from its owner. However, his nudge seemed to be a bit more awkward since his nose wasn't as long, causing his forehead to hit you slightly as well. You sighed at his stubbornness, tilting your head slightly to his side to make eye contact.

Manjiro was sporting his famous puppy dog eyes, a look reserved only for you and Ken. He released his grip on your waist and reached for the fabric of your hoodie, giving it a gentle tug. His pout deepened, and his bottom lip jutted out to make his point.

“Jiro~,” now it was your turn to whine. “I'd love to cuddle with you, but you know how important school is to me.” You blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, trying to coax him into waiting just a few more minutes. Manjiro could easily tell by your expression, as well as the lilt in your voice, since it was just slightly more sugar-coated than usual.

The boy shook his head in defiance, refusing to fall for that act again. You literally said the same thing an hour and a half ago. Did school really mean that much more to you than him?

“Forget school (Y/n)-chan,” he huffed, ignoring the appalled look you gave him as those words left his mouth. “Am I not more important?”

Manjiro was looking at you expectantly, eyebrows arched as he awaited your reply. The fact that you took so much time to answer did not deter him whatsoever, as he found the confusion in your pretty (e/c) eyes too adorable to make him angry. You were obviously taking his question very seriously, which you should, as Manjiro himself was not joking around. He did, in fact, want an actual answer from you.

“Of course you are, Jiro,” you spoke softly, eyes tinged with a hint of guilt that made Manjiro’s heart skip a beat. Perhaps you had taken his question a bit too seriously. Your hand went up to cup his cheek, eyebrows furrowing while doing so.

“I just want to achieve a stable future. I'm sorry if I've accidentally neglected you,” you said as the blond leaned into your soft, yet cold palm. He sighed contentedly, despite the coolness of your fingertips against his warm skin. Your hands always seemed to be so cold, even during the hottest days of summer.

A smile soon grazed his lips, onyx eyes twinkling with mischief. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with kisses as his hands once again snaked around your waist. Giggles escaped your lips as the boy suddenly lifted you, forcing a squeak out of you in the process.

Manjiro laughed at your reaction, finding it exceptionally cute. The blonde continued swaying with you back and forth until you both ended up falling onto the mattress. Snickers filled the room, your cheeks equally flushed as if you were completely drunk on each other.

Then he tightened his arms around you slightly. His forehead resting on yours as he held you trapped against the bed. “Jiro, get off, you’re heavy,” you gasped, words mixing with giggles.

“No more school, you got me?” He asked instead, that same pout from before reappearing on his face. Then, the boy repositioned both of you on the bed, laying you down more comfortably beside him. His arms were still securely wrapped around you, preventing any escape.

Manjiro closed his eyes after that, sighing dreamily as he inhaled your heavenly scent. Lips quirked up slightly as he felt your thin nimble fingers stroke his long ash blonde locks. Your angelic voice reached his ears as you started humming some song you had recently heard and grown to love.

As your lovely singing began to fade, Manjiro’s heart finally found a steady pace. For the first time since he had entered your room, did he realize that those four hours were worth the wait. Well, as long as he would get to keep you in his embrace afterwards.

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znitsamluv · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 !

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 . Pt.1

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 <3

Warnings : some swearing ig ?

•Mikey

° Mikey is usually busy with his business with Bonten and is hardly home but when he is there he makes sure he is giving his full attention to his family especially your son .

• It was dinner time and Mikey noticed you and s/n exchanging looks before you started talking.

° " s/n wanted to ask you something since last week but you were busy " the look you were giving Mikey made him immediately know that if he refused what was going to be said he will be in deep shit .

° " I have a big game tomorrow and I wanted you to be there to watch... But if you are busy I understand" Mikey's heart sank the moment he saw s/n eyes look slightly sad as if he was expecting a rejection, Mikey had an important meeting with Bonten tomorrow but he won't risk losing any more time away from his family.

° that's how Bonten ended having the meeting in the Stadium of the match 💀 They all wore normal clothes and caps but that didn't cover for the fact that they were literally talking about criminal business beside normal citizens .

° whenever s/n score Mikey would smile warmly and clap elegantly and then side eye his colleagues to see if they were cheering along with him .

° the proudest father ever .

° better believe s/n is getting hella presents the second the match is finished.

• Sanzu

° loud af in the competition hall .

° might even bring a banner with your daughter's name to show his support while your daughter is melting from embarrassment 😭

° would get hella side eyes from families beside him from his funky hair color and obnoxious behavior but they all don't have the guts to say anything.

° a mother complained about his inappropriate language and ' abuse of swear words in front of innocent souls ' so Sanzu had to be held back by you and was petty af that he started swearing louder 😭

° He heard a mother call your daughter a crazy bitch after your daughter rocked her son's shit in the taekwondo match, he excused himself to the bathroom and spotted them and immediately held his gun to them .

° " call my daughter a crazy bitch again and I will show you who she got her craziness from , if I saw you again better believe you will be six feet underground, .... Consider this a promise "

° once the competition ended he was the first to run to her and pick her up to spin her around while telling her how amazing she did .

° would rub it in Ran and Rindou faces the day after in the office telling them how badass his daughter is and brag about her for the rest of the day.

• Kakucho

° Kakucho has all of your son's timetable in his office so he doesn't miss any moment even if he was busy he will squeeze a 20 minute between the work to at least drop your son off to his training.

° He loves asking his son how training went everyday and even though Kakucho is tired and his eyes are red from overworking and lack of sleep he still sit and listen to s/n rambles about how tiring the training was and how a teammate of his was rude .

° he asks Mikey for a free day before your son's important match everytime and he is always the first one to arrive at the match hall .

° the other families really like you and your husband and how you both raised your son so expect lots of greetings when you both arrive .

° before the match starts Kakucho excuses himself and goes to your son to give him some encouraging words .

° " Hey buddy , no matter the result me and your mother are very proud of you, you trained hard and I believe you will do amazing, as long as you play fairly I know you will win . Now go and show everyone who is s/n Hitto "

° Kakucho usually stands in a corner the majority of the match where he has a better vision of the match going on , he is always on the run if s/n falls or get hurt .

° Once your son scored the final goal that sealed the match he claps and proudly says with his whole heart for everyone to hear " That's my son!"

• Koko

° Koko is usually busy so he tries to at least be included in any way so he buys your daughter any training clothes she likes or equipment that will help her better , no matter the price he is going to pay .

° since your daughter plays tennis she has a bad habit of breaking her racquet after losing so Koko has a whole room full of expensive racquets so she can replace the one she broke .

° " The moment you see the one you are playing against is crying from losing make sure to take a pic for me "

° Koko has a whole album on his phone of your daughter posing while her rivals are crying in the background.

° He once had to take the rest of Bonten with him because he couldn't miss your daughter's important competition but he also couldn't dump his work .

° Better believe the whole place was filled with cheers and screams of encouraging words just for your d/n ( Koko told them whoever cheers the loudest will get a money raise ) .

° D/n was going to play against a boy so as an elegant girl she is she wanted a handshake for good vibes yk before the match.

° but the boy gave her a smirk and looked her up and down before laughing.

° Koko was boiling with anger but remained calm and crossed his legs watching his prideful daughter do what he told her " don't leave him till his is crying"

° D/n didn't have mercy she literally dominated the whole match not even letting them score a single ball , to the point he started crying and begging for an early end of the match.

° taking out her phone she snapped a photo before sending it to Koko who was in the crowd clapping proudly.

° Let's just say D/n was the main talk in the building of Bonten and in meetings for the next few weeks .

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niphredil-14 · 4 months

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ROTTMNT CASEY JR POST MOVIE HEADCANONS

I have not seen nearly enough content for my sweet angel baby boy so here are a few of my hcs.

PLEASE SEND IN SOME TNT REQUESTS!! I WRITE FOR LEO, DONNIE, RAPH, APRIL, CASEY, CASSANDRA, CASEY JR, AND KARAI

First off, I feel like Casey would be so stoked to find his mom. He's aware of the fact that she's not really his mom yet, and because of that, might hesitate to reach out to her, but that won't last long. He won't last two weeks. I feel like he would probably have the turtles help him out with reaching out to her, and would have them explain that her son time traveled back from the future so that she knows what's going on and has time to process before he just shows up like, "hi mom c:" He's just emotionally smart like that. I just know that Cassandra would be so excited. He moves out of the sewers and in with her, and I feel like it would be a super healing experience for him. He is an active participant in the non-girl scout girl scouts. They take turns braiding his hair, and Casandra teaches him to do makeup!

Speaking of hair and makeup, I feel like Casey would refuse to settle on one aesthetic. He had very little options when it came to clothes during the apocalypse, and most of it was for tactical and practical purposes, not style, so given the chance to experiment with his self-expression. While he'll never settle on just one style, I feel like an alt/grunge aesthetic would be one of his go-to's. He just really likes it. I feel like he would do that thing where he just covers his eyelids in black eyeshadow and just smudges it all around with his finger and calls it a day, but he really pulls it off well! A gauge earring truther. I feel like he'd also have snake bites, and various other piercings. Also has a slit in his eyebrow. I feel like his go-to hairstyle would be either a man-bun or a half-up-half-down style, just to keep it all out of his face while he's going about his day.

I can see him having Donnie tutor him so that he can get his GED. Part of him would really want to go to high school, but considering all the years he missed, he'd have a lot of catch up to do, and it just wouldn't be worth it for him. Once he gets his GED I think he would start with some community college courses, probably with a focus on engineering and humanities/political sciences.

He'd probably start off working retail and fast food jobs with April, and every time he deals with an asshole customer, he would joke about regretting saving the world because it meant that they were alive, or about having Mikey send them to the future. He doesn't mean it though, he's too sweet, he just gets pissy about how ungrateful people are when he had literally nothing his entire childhood, and grew up without tomorrow guaranteed.

I feel like as much as he loves the city, and seeing all the life within it, he loves rural landscaped even more. A real sucker for nature. I don't think there would have been much greenery around him in his childhood, so it's just one more thing that gets him all in his feels about how beautiful it is and how lucky he is to see it.

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starjaeyun · 7 months

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FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 6 days

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any bonten headcanons? i just think seeing em all interact is fun

Oh definitely!!! Here are the ones I came up with!

Kakucho is the glue that holds this team together, whenever he takes a day off things become more chaotic.

Pretty much no one listens to Koko's presentations, Koko has a grudge against all of them because of this.

Mikey will sometimes just disappear, like they'll search everywhere for him but won't be able to find him. He always comes back though, the others suspect he has a hiding place somewhere.

Sanzu threatens to use his katana on the Haitani brother's after they tease him about something often.

Takeomi smokes more then he did before, he often says "I'm too old for this" too.

Ran takes a lunch break everyday and refuses to be flexible with it, even if it's an emergency. *Ran calmly sipping coffee while everyone's fighting behind him*

Kakucho was the first to get his tattoo then everyone else just kinda copied him (Mikey's orders)

Mochi isn't caught up on any of the bonten drama, he has no idea what the Haitani's are talking about when they try to fill him in on the gossip.

There's a hole in the wall in one of their buildings where someone obviously punched it but no one has admitted to doing it so it's a mystery.

They're so used to bad assassination attempts that they don't even phase them anymore.

The Haitani brother's insist on taking Kakucho out for dinner a lot (they baby him a bit)

Pretty much all of them have either taiyaki or dorayaki on hand to give to Mikey (it's considered a good idea to carry it in case he's in a bad mood)

One time during a fight, Sanzu accidentally grabbed a taiyaki from his pocket instead of his gun so he just threw the taiyaki at the guy.

Rindou enjoys interrogations a lot since if he gets to do them then he uses his joint locking technique to break their bones one at a time.

Koko has the nicest office

Ran secretly likes it when the police and media publish photos of them (he normally makes sure he looks perfect for this reason)

Sanzu and Kakucho have a rivalry going on (the Haitani brother's love to gossip about it)

The building has accidentally been set on fire at least 5 times

#why do i kinda wanna write about the hole in the wall one now and them trying to figure it out #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #bonten #tokyo revengers spoilers

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captainofthedauntless · 4 days

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Integration

Bayverse Donatello x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Donatello finds himself all over your life. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader, but they use Spotify. Friends-to-lovers type beat. Set a few years after OOTS.

Commentary: While it's not strictly necessary reading, this is the sequel to Glow in the Dark, and is set to this playlist.

Donatello has always prided himself on his observational skills.

He notices things other people don't. He recognizes patterns, he collects data, he observes.

It's why Leo turns to him first for mission analysis.

It's why April sends him documents to proof-read.

It's how he fixes codes that refuse to work and reverse engineers biological weapons and is able to turn scraps into functioning gear.

He sees.

Especially when he's already interested in what he's looking at.

Which is why, in the middle of the night, he glances at your activity in his Spotify sidebar.

It's just in his nature.

He does it every now and again- well, okay, every time he opens Spotify- and it's become a bit of a game for him, to try and hone in on your music taste and then casually send you very casually considered recommendations.

He's the most casual turtle alive, everyone knows that.

Sometimes, he spots you playing a song he's given you, and he gets a dorky little smile on his face as he alt-tabs his way back to work.

This time, it's a song he'd given you months back- StarWaves, off of the Oblivion soundtrack, by M83- and just as his lips quirk up and his fingers find his keyboard, he notices something else.

Just below the song, he spots the playlist title.

It's a purple heart emoji.

He hesitates, hand over keys, eyes lingering on his screen.

His timing is fantastic, because the song changes. Little Dark Age by MGMT, which he'd sent you when he last updated the surveillance system- still on purple heart emoji.

This is why science is such a comfort to him- it ties all of those constant observations to something concrete, makes them matter. Observation alone means nothing; study gives him structure.

This means nothing.

But further study- tabbing back and forth between his latest project and Spotify every three-or-so minutes, noting song after song that he remembers giving you- suggests that the purple heart emoji means him.

It makes his heart do something dizzy in his chest, to think that you've tucked his suggestions somewhere safe. That you've taken them with open hands and set them in a display case.

That you make use of them.

It's not even a week later when you come into the lair with a smile and your computer bag over your shoulders and bags of take out in your hands. You set your phone and keys on his desk, both tangled in your headphones, and head off to dole out food, and he can hear a Phantogram song heavy in the earbuds.

Another one of his, he notes happily.

You come back a few minutes later, a tired and amused expression on your face as you offer him his food.

"I take it Mikey found you," Donnie says in wry, fond amusement, and he's rewarded by a little snort of laughter.

"He did," You respond, setting your own food on the desk- next to your things- and shimmying your bag off your shoulder. "I swear, it's like you all let that guy starve when I'm not here."

"He does a lot of things when you're not here. Starve is not one of them."

He almost misses your response- "Tell that to him, he nearly tackled me for his lo mein!"- because something green catches the light of his computer and, in turn, catches his eye.

It's a little piece of circuit board.

One you'd helped him pull out of a haul of scrap tech, and once he'd deemed that piece useless you'd made a joke about it making a cute keychain.

He'd taken an old soldering iron and melted a hole in the corner, threading a keyring through it, and passed it to you before you left.

It was mostly a joke. You'd been joking. He'd just tapped in and taken the bit to the next level.

And the joke was somehow still in one piece, hanging off your computer bag.

It makes his heart do something fluttery in his chest, to think that you carried that silly (warm, safe, delightful) memory around with you.

It's nearly two weeks after that when he climbs in your window in the early part of the night, a little earlier than he should probably be out, with a bag of snacks hanging from his elbow.

You're in front of your TV, flicking through movie options, and he intentionally scuffs his shoe in the doorway to make sure you know he's there.

He somehow still isn't prepared for the way you tilt your head back to smile at him in greeting.

"I know it's kinda warm out, but I made hot cocoa," You say sweetly. "I got marshmallows on sale, so..."

"I brought those chips you like," He responds, slipping the bag to his palm and holding it up as though you can see through it.

"You're the best!" You chirp, slipping off the couch and leading him to the kitchen.

You already have two mugs set out, filled to the brim with marshmallows- he assumes there's cocoa beneath them somewhere, but has little proof from just looking at them.

One mug is your favorite, the one you've been using as long as he's known you.

The other is new.

It's dark purple and large, with an oversized handle. About the same size as the one he probably left on his desk when he left the lair. Large enough to comfortably fit his hand, he suspects.

It nearly stops him in his tracks.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Is this new?" He asks in place of an answer, nodding at the drinks.

"The mug?" You're using that carefully nonchalant voice you use whenever you do something nice. The one that usually obscures a lot of time and effort. "Yeah, found it at that antiques place I told you about. The one with the iron giraffe by the door?"

He remembers.

"It's- pretty," He says haltingly, trying to keep himself in a logical, reasonable headspace.

It isn't a big deal. It's a mug.

(It feels big. Feels huge. Feels like he's going to suddenly collapse under his own emotional weight and leave a black hole in your kitchen where he had been.)

(It's you adapting to his- and his brothers', he reminds himself sharply, trying to stay in the realm of reasonable and unimpacted- quirks and needs. It's you accommodating him in your own home. It's his color. He thinks his unwieldy feelings for you grow a size right here, standing in your kitchen.)

"I thought so," You agree lightly, your back to him as you grab bowls. "Thought you might like it. Thought maybe it would be nice to have one here. For you."

Reasonable is rapidly becoming less and less realistic as his heart skips a beat. There's weight in your words, despite your best efforts- he's more sure than ever than you'd set out to find this mug, that this had been a mission for you.

You never act this casually about something you're actually casual about.

"Vank- er, very nice," He stumbles over his words, slowing down to enunciate. "Thank you."

You shrug, turning to him with the bowls, eyes trained on them. "Since I like having you here, might as well, like, make it easier for you, huh?"

He's glad, in a way, that he's green. When he blushes, it's a lot more subtle on him than it is on somebody like Casey.

(He hopes you're not feeling particularly observant.)

"Being here is easy," He says quickly, a confession he hadn't really meant to make.

It's simultaneously huge and just-the-surface.

Being around you is easy.

You look up now, eyes meeting his with a searching look, and you smile. "I'm glad," You say, that weight still in your voice, some extra, unknown thing just beyond his ability to figure out. Then it shifts, and you're more smirking than smiling, and the air shifts from uncertain warmth to a familiar playfulness. "That means you can easily pick a movie. I'm sick of looking."

He stays long after the credits roll, listening as you look up tidbits about the movie and the cast and how the effects were done. He's on your couch, one leg crossed beneath the other as he angles his body to you and rests an arm over the back (staying very carefully on his side, thank you).

He chimes in as you read out trivia ("I'm pretty sure that should be lucis, but my Latin's a little rusty." "You're right, according to this. Wonder if that was an error or a stylistic choice?") and laughs as you stop mid-sentence to re-read twice because something is so littered with typos that you can't immediately tell what it's saying.

Neither of you look at the clock.

You finish the chips he brought, and you make popcorn, and the two of you finish that, too.

The movie trivia gives way to a story about your friend's dog, and the laughter from that flows into him telling a similar story about Mikey as a child- because apparently, chewing on skateboards is a more common behavior than he'd thought- which shifts into you showing him the meme Mikey had sent you earlier in the day.

Mikey'd sent it to him, too, but he didn't mention it. He let himself lean into your bubble to half-look at your phone, just to be near you.

When he finally gets home- late, very late, the sun's already planning its ascent- he's grateful that everyone seems to be asleep.

Until he hears a throat clear behind him and he winces.

"Hi, Donnie," Leo says, knowing and smug and making Donnie stifle a groan.

Leo asks how you are.

"Good," He says simply, turning and holding his oldest brother's gaze. "We had lots to catch up on."

"Clearly," Leo says, a clear undertone of teasing.

Donnie resists the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Leo says, teasing fading from his voice, leaving an earnest tone in its place as he bumps a fist into Donnie's shoulder. "Just let me know next time movie night turns four movies long, yeah? Keeping your dinner safe from Mikey isn't my idea of a good time."

Don can feel the blood in his cheeks again. He hadn't meant to stay so long- disrupting your sleep schedule isn't his idea of a good time- but it just... was easy. "Yeah. Will do."

Leo nods and smiles and takes his mug- strong green tea, if Don's nose is to be believed- towards his room.

Donatello exhales softly. He'd expected worse-

"Oh, Donnie," Leo calls playfully, "Mike's come up with several new songs including "k-i-s-s-i-n-g", so I'd brace myself for a musical breakfast."

This time, Donnie does groan, not bothering to respond as Leo chuckles and leaves.

He eats the dinner Leo'd kept guarded- pasta with meatballs, cold, because Donnie thinks that if the microwave wakes either of his other brothers and he has to deal with them before he sleeps he's going to ask you if he can just live on your couch- before shuffling into his lab and flopping into the chair at his workbench.

He leans back into the chair, stretching his neck out with a soft groan before his eyes land on the little glass sun hanging above him.

He watches it for a moment, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

Then he stretches out- too lazy, too tired to get up- and flicks the lights off.

The sun glows, and it looks almost as bright as his heart feels, and he feels himself sink fully into the chair and memories of you and the unwieldy, bright feelings you spark in his chest.

After a few minutes in comfortable, sweet silence, he shifts forwards and boots his computer up.

Just for some music.

Work will have to wait until he gets some sleep. You'd be livid if he jumps in now.

He pulls up Spotify and his eyes go to the sidebar out of muscle memory more than conscious effort.

Your username is the first on the list, right above a purple heart.

He lets out a little laugh, a you-shaped feeling turning bubbly and warm behind his ribs.

Deciding you have the right idea, he pulls up Random Access Memories and hits play on his favorite track, letting the bass softly fill the room and enjoying the feeling of it beneath his fingers as he quickly types out the few ideas he'd had while at your place.

He's asleep before the song ends, face buried in his forearms on the desk.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #donatello #donatello x reader #x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #2014 #bayverse x reader #*writing

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cheesus-doodles · 7 months

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So if it was Mikey that was getting married would the wedding be a lot smoother or is izana crashing the wedding too?

Link to relevant Wedding Ask 1 ; Ask 2

Masterlist

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Been a while since I answer a ask and since this came in ;-; im sorry its been almost two years...

No doubt that anything related to Mikey would be absolute chaos, and doubly so if Izana is involved.

Considering just Mikey to begin with, the rest of the Toman founders already aren't very happy - not because you picked Mikey over them or anything of the such (with the exception of Kazutora of course, this baby boy is seething with envy). Okay maybe all of them are a bit jealous over the whole situation, seeing that the blond-haired airhead who was probably the least capable of caring for another person being the one you chose. But still, putting aside their jealousy, the other five just know that it'll be a huge, huge uphill struggle its going to be having to wrangle him into behaving himself so that you would have the time of your life that you deserved.

Getting Mikey to propose to you to start is a fight in itself, because this baby boy doesn't want to bother with anything, not even proposing, lest of all a full wedding - after all, why care when you were already as good as his? Just wants to move in immediately and start gate-keeping cuddles, forehead kisses and head pats. So right from the beginning, it is the other five Toman founders pulling the strings; okay maybe four, because Kazutora would stubbornly refuse to do anything but cling to you and cry for attention. He does not support this wedding one bit and will not hesitate to make it known (even tried asking you to marry him with an onion ring that he was in the midst of eating), though all he gets in return was reassuring pats and extra love.

Baji and Draken pull their weight for the proposal - the First Division Captain would secretly take your ring size while playing a game of chopsticks (don't ask how, he's an expert), while Draken and the brothel girls would pick out a ring. Your wedding dress has 100% been sorted out many years ago by Mitsuya, delicately designed and impeccably crafted to your exact taste and dimensions, and Mikey is getting side-eyed and threatened into being measured for a custom suit if it was the last thing the Second Division captain does. Pah bless his father's real estate company connections has a venue down pat, and Kazutora is brow-beaten in helping with the decorations on the threat of sending you off on a honeymoon with Mikey and without him.

Everyone and anyone would be threatened to tiptoe the line - your wedding will be nothing but perfection, and you would repay their efforts will lots of attention and affection of course.

The guest list is short and vetted over and over again. Immediate family only, no strangers, and absolutely no other men (absolutely not, especially if it wasn't someone the Toman founders knew). You having guests at your wedding was already something they compromised on because they knew you had several people you desperately wanted to invite.

Having to drag Mikey to the actual wedding is an entire issue altogether, and it required all four of them to stuff the stubborn and whiny boy into his suit and whisk his ass off to the wedding venue. Seeing how excited you were for your big day only made the other founders more determined to make sure it goes off without a hitch. The Toman President is tied to a chair and Draken even seats on him so that he doesn't go running off to find you and ruin the surprise of what your wedding dress looked like. Not like Mikey cared, no. He just couldn't wait for cuddles and those handmade taiyakis that his friends told them you had on hand (it was a lie).

But then, for some reason unknown to even god himself, if you somehow caught not only Mikey's but Izana's attention. Oh boy.

Izana is bound to overhear about all the preparations for a wedding and quickly puts together that you, the Tenjiku princess (not Toman's, definitely not, not in a hundred years), were getting ready to marry Mikey, and throws an absolute fit. Unacceptable, outrageous, and downright heresy. Would attempt to storm over to your place and demand an answer, had to be held back from doing so by the combined force of Kakucho, Rindo, Ran and Mochi, who rather not their president start a gang war this very moment.

But this tanned boy was not going to let this slide so easily, no way in hell - he knew what those Toman bastards were planning, and he wasn't going to let them get away with keeping you all to themselves, not when you're probably just going along with it so that you don't make your so-called friends feel bad. So of course Tenjiku starts devising their own plan. Kakucho outright kidnaps you from your school to go ring shopping, biting his tongue and lying that it was a friendship ring (Ran had to be stopped from bursting out laughing). Izana got huffy getting fitted for a suit, and Rindo awkwardly shuffling by the side didn't help much either.

At last when your wedding day rolled around, everything was ready.

And as you started walking down the aisle, Mikey waiting at the end, Tenjiku springs their plan into action. They gate crash your wedding right through the front door, Kakucho, Ran, Rindo and the other executives immediately jumping on the Toman founders while Izana rushes straight through. The white-haired boy barely even having to stop as he sweeps you up into his arms, makes a split turn, and then proceeds to rush back out with just an eep from you, with a mind to get you to his arranged priest/official and making you sign his own document of marriage. Mikey letting out an outraged shout as he gave chase, Mitsuya is shouting, cursing and telling Mikey to be careful with his suit and don't dirty or tear your white dress.

Ends up starting a gang war anyway at your wedding, with Izana expertly turning to intercept a flying kick from Mikey just in time while balancing you in his arms, while the audience (however limited, no one else is allowed to look at you after all, the Toman founders would never allow it) are left looking on in utter disbelief at the fight breaking out in front of their eyes. You probably having to end up calling off your wedding more bemusedly than not when the whole thing devolved into a screaming match with both Izana and Mikey pinching and pushing at each other while insisting you pick one of them right this instance.

Honestly, you thought that getting married to one of them would settle all of them down, since you would be "safe" and they would be able to continue to "protect" you. You didn't think that gang lines would still be drawn, but obviously you were mistaken. Definitely have thought about just picking a third neutral party to marry, but knowing your very fussy, very overprotective baby boys, that would just drag more people into the fight.

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goosewriting · 2 years

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Hello there, I just came across your blog and I am already liking what I am seeing! I’ve come here to make a request for a first kiss scenario with the rise brothers x reader (^▽^)

This isn’t necessarily important but I wanted to know if you ever considered doing matchups with the rottmnt turtles- I think it would be something fun for you to do if you ever do take a liking to this idea!

That’s all for now, remember to take care of yourself!

Taking the lead (rottmnt x reader)

summary: first kiss with the turtles!

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: a bit of first kiss awkwardness, 100% fluff

word count: 4.3k

A/N: tysm for the kind words!! hope you enjoy your stay c: as for the matchups, i’m personally not a big fan of them, especially because i wouldn't wanna pair you off with a character you don’t like or that isn’t your fave o’: so that will have to be a “no” for now, sorry! i DID love your request however, this was so cute to write sdfjhskdfh<3 i’m especially proud of Donnie’s hehe hope you like it!

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

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🔵 Leo

You had been friends with the turtles for a while now. And while you loved them all dearly and equally, you knew that the blue clad turtle had a special place in your heart.

It was Friday night, you were sprawled out on your sofa watching TV, but not paying attention. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you felt your heart pick up the pace ever so slightly. It had become a regular thing that Leo would visit you around this time almost every day. At first it was just nice spending some extra time with him, since you got along very well from the start. But it didn’t take long for his visits to become the highlight of your day.

You didn’t even know when it happened, but at some point you had formed the biggest of crushes on him. And you weren’t subtle about it.

Then again, he wasn’t either? You were a bit confused and maybe even a tad frustrated at his behaviour; there was flirtatious banter, one-liners, pick-up lines. You knew that was all about his personality, being the “face man”, but was he like that with everyone else? Did he reserve the best one-liners for you? Somewhere in your heart you wished he did.

Leo’s face, with his various expressions and oh so handsome smirk, appeared in your mind and refused to leave, making you blush. Just as you tried focusing back on the TV, you heard light knocking on your window.

It took all the will you had not to go off running to the window. Get a grip Y/n, you thought, play it cool.

Standing up from the couch you approached the window, meeting Leo’s eyes with a smile.

What you didn’t know however, is that Leo had been on your roof for the past 10 minutes pacing back and forth, trying to make a plan, because he was just as smitten with you as you were with him.

He had been crushing on you so hard the past few months and he couldn't take it anymore. He had decided: today was the day he would confess his feelings to you.

In his head, Leo had a very clear idea of how he wanted the conversation to go, what he would say. He would absolutely swoon you. So he came down to stand on the railing of the fire escape, and tapped on your window.

The moment he laid eyes on you, his confidence all but evaporated. Trying his best not to slouch his shoulders and appear self-assured, he gave you one of his signature smirks. The smile you gave him felt blinding.

Finally arriving at your window, you slided open the glass, leaning on the windowsill with both hands.

“Why hello” Leo said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You come around here often?”

“Only when I know I’ll get a visit” you retorted, noticing how the street lights shining from behind the turtle made his markings on his arms and face seem to glow. Was it even legal to be this good-looking?

You both just stood there, looking at each other for a moment. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with anticipation. You just weren’t sure if he thought it was for the same reason as you.

You moved a bit to the side from the window to allow Leo entrance to your apartment, but he gently took your arm and pulled you back to face him. His other arm was on the side of the window for balance, bending at the elbow and putting his weight on his forearm, coming even closer to you. His hand on your arm didn’t move, and you didn’t pull back either. He saw this as a signal to continue.

“Hey Y/n, there’s something I want to-“ Leo started, but much to both your and his dismay, his phone rang.

Leo excused himself for a second but didn't move away, only leaned back a bit to reach his phone in his pouch, looking at the screen. It was Donnie; his brother would hear an earful later for interrupting like this. Leo hung up the call.

Just as he was about to start talking again, the phone rang once more. Annoyed, Leo picked up.

“What? I’mkindabusyhere” he mumbled into the phone. You couldn’t make out what the person on the other side of the line was saying, but Leo’s face changed from annoyance to anger, and as he glanced at you, quickly faded into defeat.

“Fine, yeah yeah, I’ll be back in a bit” he barked and ended the call, putting away the phone with a groan. “I gotta go back to the lair; something about dad getting stuck behind the fridge again or whatever” Leo informed you, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Wait, what were you gonna say before?” you asked, your eyes trying to meet his gaze. Leo was nervously looking anywhere else but you.

“We’ll just leave it for another day, it’s actually kinda important and I don’t want to rush-“

You gently placed your hand on his arm, silently asking him to stay, which stopped what he was saying mid-sentence. Leo looked at your hand on him, then your eyes, and it flickered quickly to your lips and back.

Screw it all, you thought to yourself, and cupped his face with both your hands, pulling him down to your level. His breath hitched as you closed the distance and placed a kiss on his lips. It was short but sweet, and as you pulled back, you saw Neon Leon fully blushing for the first time. Your face didn’t look much different at the moment either.

“So… See you tomorrow?” you finally managed to ask after your heart calmed down a bit.

“Y-Yeah” he replied, also regaining his composure, and gave you another signature smirk. “Will you be able to wait until tomorrow though? I know I’m irresistible but you seemed quite eager just now-“

“Oh my god, bye” you interrupted and closed the window, both of you laughing.

Before leaving, he turned around one last time to wink at you, and then he jumped off into the night.

Sliding down to crouch on the floor, you looked at your hands, still shaking. Bringing them to cover your face, you let out a silent squeal. Tomorrow could never arrive fast enough.

🔴 Raph

Two weeks ago, Raph had confessed he liked you. Of course you returned his feelings and you became a thing. Never would you have thought you’d end up with a turtle boyfriend, but here we are.

You two decided to start out slow, and had only held hands, shared fleeting touches and lingering looks up to this point. He was incredibly smitten with you, because how could he not? You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. And you were head-over-heels as well, this giant turtle was 100% teddy bear and boyfriend material, and very attentive to all your needs. Aside from keeping his brothers safe and alive, keeping you happy also became his #1 priority.

Raph wanted to smother you in physical affection so badly, but he was scared that he’d accidentally hurt you because of his size and spikes. So he tried to always communicate in words how much you meant to him. At first it was embarrassing for him to compliment how you looked, how he liked your hair or clothes. But it got easier, and now he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He loves showering you in praise and positive comments, because when you give him that particularly shy smile and thank him, with a blush adorning your cheeks, he forgets everything around him.

You on the other hand were also dying to give him a hug and some cuddles, but you noticed he kinda kept you at a safe distance. You weren’t mad about it though, you knew he meant well, and that he was scared to hurt you.

So you decided to make a fool-proof plan to enjoy some cuddles with your favourite turtle.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to stay the night at the lair, usually when you made sleepovers with April as well. But this time would be different.

“Hey Raph” you said to your boyfriend as you were playing a video game.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Blood rushed to your face. Would you ever get used to pet names? You loved how he enunciated them though.

“I’m staying over tonight” you informed him.

“Oh, is April coming over?” he asked.

“Nope, just me” you paused for a bit. “And you.”

Raph choked on his own spit, but played it cool, clearing his throat. “W-What do you mean?”

You paused the game and turned to look at him. He looked like he was freaking out internally, trying so hard not to show it but ultimately failing, it was very cute really.

“I thought we could have a gaming or movie night, just chill in your room and watch Jupiter Jim until our eyes fall out, you know…” You tried speaking as matter-of-factly as possible.

“Oh! Yeah, sounds good to me! I’ve been wanting to watch Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Sees again.”

“As long as you don’t get stuck on a pirate accent again!” you laughed, and unpaused the game.

— — —

That night you were all cosied up in his bed wearing your fluffy onesie that you used as PJs for sleepovers. An empty bowl of popcorn sat between you both.

The movie had just finished and the credits started rolling. You shifted to lie on your side so you could face Raph, and you were retelling some of your favourite scenes and dialogues, stifling your laughs so as not to wake up the others.

“That was fun! This movie never gets old, I swear” you breathed, finally coming down from your giggling fit.

“I agree! We gotta do this more often actually” Raph said. “You know, just the two of us?”

“I’d love that” You shot him a tired smile, followed by a yawn and a stretch of your limbs.

“Well, someone is tired. What do you say we call it a night?” He closed the laptop that had been on his lap and took the popcorn bowl, placing everything on the floor.

“Mhm, sounds good” you mumbled.

Raph was also lying on his side facing you, so you kinda just looked at each other for a moment. After seeing that he wasn’t gonna make the first movie, you whispered to him.

“Raph, will you hold me?”

“You know I want to” he blushed. “But I don’t wanna hurt ya. I thrash around when I sleep…”

With a ‘I don’t care!’ you rolled over once, landing with your back to his chest. His arm timidly wrapped around you, ever so gentle not to squeeze you too hard.

After you settled into a warm and comfy position, you sighed contentedly. “This is nice.” He hummed in agreement.

A couple minutes went by, and you couldn't shake a “now or never” feeling, so after taking a deep breath, you turned around, which startled him a bit. Now you were facing him, your faces mere inches apart.

“I forgot something” you whispered, propping yourself up on your forearm, and your other hand reaching up to cup his face. “Your good night kiss.”

Raph’s brain went completely blank as you closed the distance and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. You pulled back to look at him, furious blush down to his neck that could rival his bandana. A content smile grew on your face, seeing that even though you were like half his size, you could still get reactions like that out of him.

‘What a softie’, was your thought when you saw him like that. With one more quick peck to the tip of his beak, you turned around once more to the position you had been in before. This time he hugged you tighter, pulling you to his plastron and basically engulfing your whole body. You had never felt so safe.

Holding his hand in your smaller ones, you heard him wish you good night into your hair, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head.

🟠 Mikey

Getting together with Mikey happened so naturally and smoothly, that you almost didn’t notice. It was clear to everyone else around you that you liked each other, except for you two of course.

But it wasn’t like you thought he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings. It just felt so right to be around him, like home, and you both shared a lot of physical affections without a second thought since the beginning. You just didn’t feel the need to put a label on it. Both you and Mikey were aware however that you shared a special bond.

You two usually chilled in his room, Mikey lying on his belly on the bed, playing on his phone, with you sitting propped up against his shell while reading a comic. Sometimes you basically just lied on top of each other because it was comfortable and you could share memes without moving too much.

So when Leo walked past his room one day, taking a look at you and jokingly asking if you two were dating, you just looked at Mikey with a blush that he returned, and he just asked “I mean if you want to?” To which you agreed, leaving Leo with a surprised Pikachu face, as you returned to your games as if nothing happened.

In that sense, becoming a couple had been pretty casual. But after a couple of weeks you felt like you wanted to take the next step.

Kisses on hands and cheeks were a common thing between the two of you. Now it was time to kiss him for real.

Knowing how Mikey was an artist, and a romantic at heart, you wanted to make something special for him. Because he’s special too and deserves all the love in the world.

You spent an entire afternoon planning out an activity, deciding on doing a romantic dinner on the roof at night. So you checked online for the next full moon and marked that day in your calendar. Now all you had to do was find the perfect gift.

You went back and forth several days trying to come up with something creative, brainstorming with April even. A lot of ideas were discarded, some were saved for later (you’d have to save some more money to get that one limited edition figurine he wanted).

Finally you came up with the perfect idea. You went to work immediately, crafting your masterpiece, placing it in a box that you then wrapped and covered in stickers.

When you told Mikey you had planned a date for the two of you, he was beyond ecstatic. He tried to pry off the info of what you would do or where you would go, but you managed to keep it a secret by always telling him that it was a surprise. You almost caved once or twice though, when he gave you his puppy eyes, but you stood your ground. You didn’t want to spoil it!

When it was finally the night of the full moon, you asked the turtle brothers to keep Mikey busy so you could prepare the roof: you brought a blanket, a basket with food and drinks, you even got some flameless candles for the mood. Since you wanted it to be special, you even wore your nice button-up shirt, which had a (favourite fruit) pattern.

You got everything ready just in time. As you were straightening out some wrinkles on the blanket, you heard Mikey come up the metallic ladder.

“Ohmigosh!” he exclaimed and gasped. “What’s the occasion?” He took your hand and twirled you around once, looking you up and down; you looked stunning. Then again, you always did.

“Hm, nothing really” you shrugged and smiled at him. “I just wanted to have a proper dinner date with you.”

Both of you sat down, and it was just as normal as ever: eating, talking in vine references and watching silly videos, having heated debates about the most ridiculous ‘would you rather’ questions.

After the laughing died down, you turned to look at your favourite turtle, your gaze softening even more, if that was possible. You were sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, and looking out at the New York night cityscape.

“Ah, I have a gift for you” you said, as if you were just now remembering it. Truth is, you were barely able to wait this long. Taking the little box out of the basket, you presented it to him with a ‘Ta-da~’.

“Thank you, M’Lady/M’Lord” he said, and started to unwrap your present. Opening the box, he saw several pieces of thick paper, all hand-drawn to resemble vintage movie tickets.

He took them out and started to look at them individually and realised they were all coupons for activities with you, for him: sleepovers, making breakfast, cuddling sessions, going shopping, doing his chores.

“Aw, Y/n! This is so sweet!” Mikey side hugged you. “I don’t have anything for you though, I’m sorry… I wasn’t sure what we were doing today, so…”

“Don’t worry about it!” you reassured him. “Why don’t you take a look at the rest of those…” You pointed to the coupons on his hand, blushing slightly. “Maybe you can use one of them now and I’ll consider that my present.”

Mikey gave you a curious look, and kept checking the rest of the coupons, there were two left: a kiss, and a make-out session. Seeing the last one, Mikey blushed a deep red.

“Then again, technically you don’t need a coupon for that…” you told him in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes.

“Well, now that I have them, I wouldn’t want the coupons to expire, so…” Mikey placed the coupons back in the box, except for the ‘kiss’ one, which he slowly handed to you.

As nonchalantly as you could, you once again rummaged in the basket, taking out a paper puncher this time. Mikey amusingly snorted at that, as you took the coupon out of his hands and punched a hole into the bottom corner. Then you carefully placed both aside, with the puncher on the paper so it wouldn't be blown away by the gentle breeze on the roof.

Sitting up a bit straighter, you faced him again, and as he met your eyes, you both blushed a matching deep red.

“May I…” Mikey asked in no more than a whisper, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned in, closing the distance. The kiss was chaste but so tender and full of love. You pulled back slightly, then went back in again, applying more pressure this time. You smiled into the kiss, and he tilted his head to deepen it.

Breaking for air you looked at each other in the moonlight, panting. With one swift move, he picked you up into his lap so you were straddling him. With the look he was giving you right now, you assumed that this wasn’t gonna be the only coupon he’d redeem today.

🟣 Donnie

Some time ago you had met the turtles through April, and you all immediately clicked. You found them to be an hilarious and quirky bunch, and they made you feel welcome in their circle like you had always belonged.

You had grown especially fond of Donnie. He also seemed to at least tolerate you, so you spent a lot of time at his lab, hearing him ramble about his inventions and everything he had going on there. You didn’t understand half of it, but there was something about his passionate way of talking that kept you going back to him for more; it was contagious. Although at times it would almost cross into “mad scientist” territory, so you tried your best to bring him down a notch when things were getting out of hand.

You knew very well that Donnie wasn’t a touchy-feely kinda turtle, but he seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his. You’d be more vocal about it than him for sure, but he would also show his appreciation through actions, like having a nice second chair next to him for you to sit in, or snacks that were always stashed in his lab, and he was sure to get all your faves.

Lately though there had been a shift in your relationship. You noticed that whenever he entered the room, your heart would skip a beat. Your breath would hitch when the light hit him at just the right angle. You worried more than before when you knew he was out on a mission, and were restless until you saw him come back safe and sound.

Somewhere deep in your heart you knew exactly what was happening, but you refused to acknowledge it; you didn't wanna ruin the perfectly fine friendship you two had going on.

Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you from across the room, or just find that his gaze lingered on you a split second longer than usual. You brushed it off as nothing though, you didn’t even want to allow yourself to read something into it.

April tried encouraging you to ask him out several times, but you always responded with a sheepish chuckle, saying that it wasn’t what she thought, and that Donnie didn’t see you that way anyways.

And you were perfectly fine with things as they were. You had already made up your mind to stuff your feelings very deep and take them with you to your grave.

That is, until one sleepover party.

The turtles had organised a Jupiter Jim movie marathon for the whole weekend, with scheduled bathroom breaks and carefully selected snacks and drinks.

The marathon had started on Friday at 9pm, and by 4am of the next day, most of you were already asleep. You were lying on the big bean bag, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, and on a mountain of pillows Donnie sat next to you.

You thought you were the last one awake, as you could hear the rest of them snore and mumble in their sleep. You blinked hard several times to try to keep your eyes open, but you couldn’t focus on the projection on the wall anymore. Just as you were deciding whether to catch some Z’s, your gaze shifted to the side, your eyes landing on Donnie’s form, whom you had presumed to be asleep as well.

All of the grogginess in your brain and the sleep in your eyes disappeared at once as your eyes were met with his. He wasn’t sleeping at all. Instead he had his face propped on his elbow, looking at you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. He wasn’t moving or saying anything, just looking at you. You turned your body to lie facing him completely, and looked up at him as well. His gaze suddenly softened, wandering all across your face, taking in and memorising all of your freckles, the curve of your nose, the way you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, full of stars and wonder.

Somewhere in the background you could hear some action scenes from the movie, but it was all blocked out, and you felt like in that moment only Donnie and you existed. You wondered if he felt the same.

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence rise within you, you slowly placed your hand on top of his. You started with a gentle brush over his knuckles with your fingers, then placed your whole palm on top of his hand. You looked at his hand and back at him, as if asking ‘Is this okay?’.

Donnie didn’t pull away at all, in fact he slowly turned around his hand to clasp yours, and looked back at you. ‘This is very okay.’

Wanting to see how far he’d let you go, you moved your hand out of his, brushing over his arm up to his shoulder and to his face, cupping his cheek. Lifting his head off his propped up hand, he leaned into your touch ever so slightly, his gaze now shying away.

Your body moved somewhat on its own, shuffling closer to him until your chest was almost pressing against Donnie’s plastron. Your hand moved from his cheek to his jawline and then to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You leaned in but stopped just before your lips could touch, in case he wanted to pull back. His painted eyebrows came together in a frown, almost as if he was offended at you for suggesting him to stop you.

Donnie closed the distance and kissed you with a bit more force than expected, making you squeak. This made him pull back and look at you with a smug smile, while you had a furious blush.

You were about to turn around to see if any of the brothers or April had woken up, since you really didn’t want them to interrupt such an intimate moment, or get caught like that. Mainly because you thought Donnie wouldn’t want them to see.

Before you could move though his arm sneaked around your waist and he pulled you back to him, kissing you again, a little deeper this time, his hand pressing into the small of your back.

When you parted for air, he lied down on his back, pulling you to rest against his chest. He let out a hearty yawn, mumbling how this was the best sleepover ever. You nuzzled into his plastron, feeling his heart beat like crazy; yours wasn’t any different really.

It took a while for you both to come down from your high, but when sleep finally took you over, you slept long and deep. There might or might not be some pictures on Leo’s phone of you two sleeping, cuddled together on the pillows, the faintest of smiles adorning both of your faces.

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TMNT Brothers when Reader is Sick.

Type: Headcannons

Request?: not a request

TMNT Version: not specified, although I wrote this imagining the 2012 version, this could fit with most other versions.

CW: it’s mentioned that reader stays with Leo in his room and Raph puts reader in his bed, nothing nsfw tho (idk if that’s counts but I’m adding it anyway), Reader’s gender is not specified ! Each character’s part differs in length cause it’s hard to write for some of these boys lol.

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LEO

bro does not know what is wrong with you until you actually tell him you’re sick.

Once he knows that you’re sick, he’s spending every waking moment making sure that you’re properly taken care of.

Won’t let his brothers near you within a 20ft radius. (Not only because you are sick but also doesn’t want his brothers getting sick. He also has to prioritize their health as well :((. )

He gets a little more anxious when you’re sick, he has no idea if your common cold could turn into some life threatening illness.

Refuses to let you out of his sight, which consequently ends up with you rooming with him while you recover.

Is ready to wait on you hand and foot, you want a thicker blanket? A tissue box? You’re not moving from that spot on his bed cause he’s already out the door and dragging whatever you need back into the room.

Have schoolwork/work reports to do? He’s forcing a begrudging Donnie to do it for you.

Overall he’s just an anxious, caring boyfriend who wants to make sure his sick s/o is as comfortable as possible.

RAPH

Unlike Leo, he can tell you’re getting sick as soon as you start taking naps when you normally don’t nap.

Is pulling your sleeping form off the couch and is laying you down on his bed, going to get a cool wet washcloth and some medicine to help your fever.

Once you wake up, he’s scolding you and calling you an idiot for letting yourself get sick.

Acts like he doesn’t really care much but is actually very worried about your health. What has you stressing yourself out so much that you make yourself sick? Is all he can ask himself.

Of course he won’t actually ask you, gotta keep up the tough guy act.

However, once you’re feeling better, he’s keeping a closer eye on you to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.

“Quit doing that.” “Doing what?” “Ignoring your own health just to help others out.” “Oh.”

MIKEY

Basically turns into your personal chef.

He’s not great at actually doing anything to really help you get better, he asks Donnie to help him out with your medicine.

However, mans will make sure you’re eating good.

Like, he actually has a meal plan for all of his brothers for when they get sick, why would you be any different?

You want something to eat but food upsets your stomach? He’s finding the perfect food for you that will taste good and not upset your stomach.

Tired of water? He’s finding you a different drink that’s just as hydrating.

Hates forcing you to eat when your sick, but you gotta eat something to keep your body functioning :((

Will happily cook anything for you if you ask him for it, doesn’t care if it might upset your stomach, he’s just happy you have enough of an appetite to ask him for food instead of him feeding you on a schedule.

He gets super cuddly when you’re sick, he doesn’t care if you don’t want him getting sick, he just wants to comfort you and he thinks cuddling is a great way to do that.

Mikey basically turns into a malewife.

DONNIE

The only brother that knows how to treat you symptomatically.

I mean, cmon he’s smart and this is definitely not his first go around with someone he cares about being sick.

Unlike the others, he’ll avoid getting extremely close to you cause he’s a little germaphobic.

Not to the point though that he won’t consider even being in the same room as you, man just doesn’t wanna get sick either.

He’ll have you try random home remedies that he finds on the internet. But if those don’t work, he’ll just treat you with regular medicine.

He feels sorry if you have to take that nasty tasting medicine though, and in his words (and Mary Poppins’) “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.”

Yes, he will make you eat a spoonful of sugar after taking any gross tasting medicine.

It’s the thought that counts right?

Even though he’s not physically affectionate with you when you’re sick, he will do little acts of service and gift giving.

Tried making a robot that would do things for you when him and his brothers were on missions, but it malfunctioned and would’ve started a fire if he hadn’t come back in time.

Found one of those microwaveable lavender scented rice stuffed animals and gave it to you, he’s actually very proud of himself for that gift.

Overall just really sweet when your sick.

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