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leohamatoblog · 2 months

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As Your Boyfriend Headcanons:

Leo

• invested in your life but not too invasive?

• massages

• will make sure your homework/work projects are completed and help you stay on task

• snout boops

• isn't a super affectionate guy but he does like to be touching you somehow when you're with the guys

• you have long hair? he will brush it for you no problem at all

• arguments are consisted of him being too overbearing, being inconsiderate of your feelings, or when he doesn't like that you took his brother's side. they don't happen too often (he's trying okay) but it's always a yelling match when it does

• never outright says "sorry" but instead shows he's sorry by doing things for you

• huge actions guy over words of affirmation. you care about him? prove it. he cares about you? he shows it

• will let you sit on his lap while he meditates

• may not seem like it, but he loves dad jokes

• he can't take you out on fancy dates or buy you gifts, so he needs reassurance that it's okay with you...he's very romantic though

• how did that big ass bonsai tree with fairy lights get on the roof of your apartment building on your birthday? you may never know

• classic nicknames like love or honey. when he's really feeling the romance, "hana" (japanese for flower) is known to slip past his lips

• tried to cook for you once...it was definitely cooked and so was your stove.

• prefers being big spoon unless he's sad, then he just wants to be held

• two words: shell. scratches.

• obviously he knows he can't give you children (if you want them), so he's content with the future 25 rescued animals he knows you two will get

• back hugs

• knows when you need to vent and when you want advice. he pays close attention to your moods

• gentleman. holds doors, pulls out your chair, helps you in and out of vehicles, makes sure you're burritoed up if it's cold in the lair, and he will make sure his hands stay where you want them

Raph:

• holds your opinions at a very high place

• he's perfectly content with being your pillow and will pout if you don't use him as such

• who needs a chair when he's got a lap? he will pull you there if he has to

• overprotective to the point where it's sometimes an argument. he trusts you, just not other people. he's a work in progress with this

• knits you blankets and hats, and scarfs and mittens. he knows he can't physically buy you things, so these are his presents. you cherish them deeply

• he will sing to you and even wrote a song for you once. you cried, he cried, it was beautiful

• type to carry you when you're too tired to walk

• cheek kisses are a thing all the time

• hair ruffler and loves to play with your hair

• has no problem rubbing your feet or your back or legs when you're exhausted

• he's made breakfast in bed for you on occasion. pancakes/waffles are his specialty

• verbalizes how he feels but will also show you how he feels. he's just bad at words

• not overly romantic and knows he can't physically take you out, but a candle lit dinner with (your favorite food) is always appreciated

• can't give you kids (if you want them) but is content with it just being you two...you end up getting a lot of cats, it's a whole thing

• will cry in front of you once he warms up enough, so hold him and reassure him

• if you get periods, expect massages and hot packs and princess treatment

• loves holding your hand

• nicknames are usually along the lines of babe, baby, or doll. oh he's really feeling it? sweetheart it is

• type to bear hug you

• loves laying his head on your stomach or lap

• he's very loyal. even if he knows you're in the wrong, he will always have your back. he doesn't care who you piss off, he's gonna piss them off even more on your behalf

Donnie:

• he's a very busy guy but will gladly invite you to do work/schooling while he's tinkering

• will randomly hack in to your computer/phone to send you cool little graphics

• forehead kisses all the time

• since he's so tall, it's hard to give you a proper kiss, so he will gladly pick you up to do so

• you can't force him to get some sleep, but will let you sleep in his lap while he works

• bring him snacks and keep him hydrated, he will melt

• will gladly help you do school work and work projects

• physical affection and words of affirmation are big with him. he won't hesitate to scoop you up and tell you how awesome you are

• known to find a secluded area for you two with a projector and a ton of pirated movies for date night

• has no shame in hugging you/kissing you in front of the guys. he loves showing you off

• arguments consist of him not having a good balance between you and his work. he's always busy and sometimes forgets to spend time with you. it's not intentional, but it's annoying

• nicknames consist of either sweetie or darling. occasionally will call you baby, sometimes star

• kids (if you want them) are biologically impossible but he's fine with that. you do have to get some sort of exotic pet to make up for it though

• dr donnie is known to appear when you're sick or injured...just let him take care of you

• loves puns and dirty jokes. he's known to throw a few at you if he's feeling playful

• can't cook but has all your favorite snacks and foods memorized, will have them delivered to you

• prefers being little spoon

• loves fixing things around your apartment and he's very reliable

• he's always first to apologize after a fight

• will talk to you in different languages just so you can look at him like "wtf" he loves it

• he's very dependable. he will clear his entire schedule if you need help and will always do his best to keep his promises. he tries to put you as one of his highest priorities

Mikey:

• seems immature but is very emotionally intelligent

• he can and will cook for you all the time

• loves to pick you up and spin you around as a greeting

• cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles

• arguments are very rare but they get pretty explosive. they're usually about him being oblivious or you not being patient. they don't last long though

• nose boops

• pick up lines every single chance he gets

• he pays very close attention to your body language and tone of voice so he knows when to give you space

• loves pda, hand holding, hugs, cuddling, doesn't matter who's around

• isn't able to take you on traditional dates, but he sneaks you in to places he thinks you'll like late at night

• will paint you pictures all the time as gifts

• nicknames all across the board, baby, angelcakes, babe. his favorite one to use is sunshine

• ultimate hypeman. you go shopping? he'll be expecting a fashion show when you get back

• loves to play with your hair and your fingers. he's just fascinated by your anatomy

• kids? he wants but can't have (if you want them) and that makes him sad. he's content with knowing you will let him get the two of you a pet

• tries really hard to do small tasks for you like dishes, etc. when you've had a bad day, but he doesn't execute it well all the time

• apologizes first and will do so over and over again

• really values your opinions and makes sure your voice is heard

• you're sad? c'mon, tell mikey all about it over some cuddles and snacks

• very supportive of all your hobbies and makes sure to ask a lot of questions about them

• praises the ground you walk on every chance he gets

• he loves sleeping on your lap. it makes him feel so safe

• he's very kind. he takes care of you and ensures you feel like the most beloved creature on the planet. there's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcanons

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cutielights · 7 months

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Okay, so like imagine the ROTTMNT boys and their sister (reader) but they all have like the stomach flu and each one has to take care of the other four. Like I can imagine Donnie using his bo staff to push soup towards them and just going "eat".

Sure! And again, idk if people have noticed but with everything except the trans masc and mother figure it’s all been gender neutral. Just because I prefer it that way.

Tw: Mentions vomiting

(Not written in usual format)

Also! To the person who requested the cat nip thing- I just straight up don’t know what to write for it, it’s such a cute idea though!

Rise! Boys + Sibling reader (sick day) (tcest dni)

Of course Donnie is the only one who didn’t get sick

Much to the rest of the turtles dismay

I mean, he did tell you guys that villain looked really contagious

But alas, You and Mikey ignored him and Leo was busy being scolded by Raph

That brings us here

To right now

“Just eat it.”

“Donnie. That looks so gross.”

“Stop being difficult. Raph ate it.”

“Actually Raph threw up. I’m with ___ on this one. Which is a sentence I never thought would leave my mouth.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that.”

“Yeah! Cooking is my thing! Let me just-“

“Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere near the kitchen when you’re still contagious. The lair can do without contaminated food. The living room is bad enough!”

“Come onnn Dee just one shake of paprika! That’s all!”

“Denied.”

The offending item in question was a chicken noodle soup that was definitely way too thick, lumpy and cold. The noodles didn’t even look cooked!

In all fairness, it was steaming hot earlier, it’s just taken this long, with absolutely zero progress on getting anyone other than Raph, who was now crashed on the floor, to eat it.

“Seriously Don, how did you screw up this badly? This looks like something you’d get from a restaurant in New Jersey. Not that I’d buy food from anywhere in New Jersey.”

“I am a man of science! Not a man of babysitting four dumb-dumbs who lack active listening skills!”

“Huh? I wasn’t listening.”

He sent y’all to bed.

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tmntheadcanons · 1 year

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tmnt 2003 headcanons: cooking

Leo:

Bless his heart it's the thought that counts

Mikey thinks he was cursed by the vengeful ghost of a scorned chef because if he is even in the kitchen something will go wrong

And not only that but he will somehow destroy every utensil he touches like those non-stick pans? unrecognizable once he's done

And he'll burn everything

Lowkey it's because he gets impatient and turns the heat up all the way and scorches whatever he's making

And when he's cooking he'll be following the recipe and he'll just decide that something isn't important cause he doesn't know what it is

Or he'll try to guess what it is and that's even worse

he'll be like oh cream of tartar? That's just coffee cream and tartar sauce

He's happy to help but never trust him it's a trap

Here is a list of things Leo successfully can cook: cereal, canned soup and maybe toast on a good day

He's on dishes duty

Raph:

Actually surprisingly functional considering it's Raph

His cooking can be a little sloppy and it might not look very nice but it'll taste good

He's got a handful of recipes he knows how to make pretty well and for everything else he can probably figure it out

But Raph's recipes would be stuff that's pretty basic but very homey like chili, chicken noodle soup or like spaghetti and meatballs

At the farmhouse he likes to bbq like a middle aged dad

But Raph's problem is that he makes like triple the amount of food they actually need because go big or go home

And he cries when he cuts onions and not even like a little teary eyed like full on crying

Donnie:

He's just barely passing a C- at best

Donnie's problem is that he also doesn't follow the recipe because he thinks he knows better

and he doesn't

He's like oh cooking is just science and he treats it like his own little chemistry project

Like he'll make soup and treat it like he's making a potion

He's better than Leo because if he's supervised he can probably pull it off but if left to his own devices he will grab a flamethrower from his lab and be like this will be perfect to broil my nachos

With donnie's cooking it might be okay but there's also like a 20% chance it's poison

But also Donnie has no taste and would probably be content eating saltine crackers for the rest of his life

And he rarely cooks he does a lot around the house so he's rarely given cooking duty

Mikey:

He's the turtle version of remy from ratatouille he's a dreamer

Mikey likes to experiment with recipes and he has a taste for it so he likes to play around with different flavor combinations

And he'll follow recipes the first time he makes something but he can usually just eyeball proportions unless it something advanced

But he's an excellent cook of course and does the majority of the cooking

But he actually likes cooking and it's kind of like his love language

if they order take out and someone is like oh this is good mikey will recreate the recipe for them

And if someone's sick or upset Mikey will make their fav

And he makes his own pizzas

He generally likes everything Mikey isn't a picky eater he likes fancy dinners but he also likes 12 dollar cold left over pizza from dominos

Every time he eats his own cooking he says compliments to the chef

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2003 headcanons #I love how the fandom decided leo can't cook #Also I made a sims 4 tmnt save and in the first like 15 minutes leo tried to make mac and cheese and started a fire and died #it was very him

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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Hi i saw your one shot of leo x reader " lair " and it broke my heart to pieces.

So is it okay to ask for a fluff one shot where leo is trying to patch things up with reader? Trying to win her again?

|| ʟɪᴀʀ ᴘᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ || ʀɪꜱᴇ! ʟᴇᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

Well, you asked and I answered, lovely anon! The first part was initially meant to be a standalone oneshot to bring you pain and suffering, but I thought, 'Why not?' and wrote a part two. This ending is however, completely optional, depending if you'd prefer to leave part one on the painful note :) (That's what I did)

"Just one more chance," He pleads, voice soft outside your shut window.

You press your head further into your pillow, waking up in a cold sweat from your dream. You'd be lying if you said you weren't affected by the breakup. The desk felt empty without his usual clutter, the absence of the framed photo of you together a constant reminder of what once was.

You'd never admit it, but you often find yourself glancing down at your phone, waiting for the occasional text from Leo. You were exhausted, trying to move on from him. But often, you'd come home to your empty apartment, collapsing onto the cold sofa and missing the warmth of his arms around you.

You had moved out a couple weeks after the breakup, only having told Donnie about it. The genius turtle had agreed to keep your secret from your ex in exchange for a constant supply of your signature guacamole.

You had offered to teach him the recipe, but he quote-unquote, "prefer to focus my energy onto things that have more significant results than a bowl of guac."

He visited sometimes and brought Mikey with him. Not recently, though, as Leo was getting suspicious. You enjoyed their presence - maybe it's true that when you love someone, you also love their family.

Loved, to be exact.

The feeling of loneliness gnaws away at your chest.

You pull out your phone, a buzz signalling a new message. You unlock it, squinting at the screen to read Mikey's latest message.

Dude, I'm so sorry. He got your new number when he snatched away my phone. - Mikester, sent at 9pm.

As soon as your eyes skim over the words, your phone vibrates from an incoming call. You flinch, dropping the phone.

It lands screen up, and your breath hitches from the unsaved number. There's no way you wouldn't recognize the same number you had subconsciously memorized and called countless nights.

You steel your resolve, trembling hands picking it back up and hitting the button to accept the call. You hold it up to your ear, waiting for him to speak. You hear a sharp inhale on the other end, biting your lip to prevent yourself from doing the same once you hear his voice.

"Hello...?"

There it was. The voice that had once brought you joy from just a simple greeting, one that had reassured you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he held you close in your bed.

"Leo." You breathe out, trying to ignore the sharp pang in your chest at the mention of his name.

“Y/n,” His voice is quiet and subdued, starkly contrasting with his usual cheerful and carefree nature. “I know we ended badly, but could we meet to talk about it? If that’s okay with you, of course.” You can hear his voice tremble on the last word, the audible gulp a dead giveaway.

You’re silent, taking the time to think. Do you risk it? Or do you not? In retrospect, you had never really found full closure from everything. Maybe it’s why your head is still filled with thoughts of him, your apartment a constant reminder of the subconscious habits adopted from your relationship with him.

“Alright,” You agree in a quick exhale.

“Thank you…Would Run of the Mill be okay? At seven tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

And then both of you hang up. Unknown to you, Leo is hunched over his phone in his room, holding his head in his trembling hands, relieved that you had agreed.

You open the door of your (very) empty fridge, sighing at the lack of food besides condiments like mayo and a bottle of cola. You grab the drink, passing the bowl of guac you had made for Donnie.

You turn on the TV, trying to drown out the loud silence in your apartment. You sit on the couch, feet curled up and under a blanket. You watch the show blankly, trying not to address the emptiness you feel after the phone call.

You take a sip, the cola burning the back of your throat. You grimace, setting it back down on the coffee table. You didn't even like cola, so why was it in your fridge?

Ah. Leo liked cola.

You focus on the TV programme, deciding to drift off to sleep instead. God knows you'd need it, considering you'll be talking to your ex tomorrow.

— — — — — — — —

This is it. This is the day your life will be better off without him. The day you finally bring things to a close.

You tap your feet, waiting impatiently for Leo. You had arrived at Run of the Mill ahead of time, choosing to dress in your best battle armour. In this case, it’s a stunning black dress that stops right above your knees. It made you feel confident, and your smoky eyes made you look badass.

"Hey," you turn at the familiar voice, ignoring the way your heart does stupid little flips.

"Y-you look good." Leo stutters, trying to pass off a suave smile as natural. But you knew him better than that, noticing the beads of sweat on his brow and how his hands shook ever-so-slightly.

He's just as nervous as you are.

The realization relaxes your tense shoulders, now knowing you weren't the only one. The surprising absence of his swords elicits a raise of your brow, and he notices.

"I left them at home. I just wanted to focus on us tonight." He admits, fiddling with his fingers.

"Then how're we going to enter?" You gesture to the brick wall, and the both of you are shut out from the restaurant without his sword to open the doorway into it. From how his eyes widen in shock and his cheeks flush in embarrassment, it's apparent that he didn't think that far ahead.

Of course, he didn't, you think fondly.

Wait. Fondly? No. No way. You were here to just talk and address the breakup. That's all there was to it. You dismiss the small smile at the familiarity of the situation, remembering how the same thing had occurred on your fifth date.

You spot the way Leo's eyes light up at your amused expression, quickly masking it with a blank expression. "Should we get some takeaway instead?" Leo suggests. From the look on his face, it seemed that he recalled the exact same memory. You shrug, but Leo knows it means that you agree.

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You sit on the rooftop of an apartment building, a piping hot pizza in its box between you two. You take a slice, and so does he. The both of you eat silently, eyes darting to focus on anything but each other.

"So," you're the first to break the silence. He flinches, almost choking on his last bite.

"So..." He drawls out. C'mon, Leo! He silently chides himself, trying to not be intimidated by how utterly gorgeous you look in that dress.

You're waiting patiently for him to continue the conversation, and he desperately wishes that his hands could cup yours in a gentle hold. He wants to apologize, to grovel, and to beg for you to take him back.

The past weeks were absolute agony for him, and he missed you more than anything. So many ways were thought up to express his apologies and promise the world if you'd just give him another chance. He'd make things right, to love you more than you'd ever need or want.

But in an instant, once his eyes meet yours, it's all gone. Your eyes are filled with so much vulnerability, your pale complexion a dead giveaway to how you haven't taken good care of yourself. He observes the tautness in your cheeks. You'd been losing weight too, he realizes.

"I'm sorry." The heartfelt apology spills past his lips, carrying so much weight with so few words.

“Sorry isn’t enough to undo everything you’ve done to hurt me.” You inhale deeply, willing the lump in your throat to fade. “Six dates that you’ve stood me up on, not to mention the missed calls and unread texts.” You list out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t….” I didn’t mean it, Leo wants to say, but he knows it’s a mere excuse, and he catches himself before he hurts you and ruins everything yet again. “I don’t have an excuse. I should’ve treated you better, and you have every right to feel this way.”

“You lied to me.” Your words are quiet, and your eyes fill with sorrow. No matter how much you prepared yourself for this moment, it’s rendered useless as the wound is reopened from mere memory.

He’s so full of guilt, and it seeps out through his words. “I did.” He confesses, shame filling his cheeks and feeling them burn. “And I never should have.”

“Yeah,” You whisper, looking down at your lap where you’re fiddling with your hands. You swallow down the lump in your throat, hating how your eyes tear up again and how much he still affects you.

“But I’ve changed,” You look back up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with pure resolve and earnestness. “I’ll treat you better than ever before, and I’ll make it up to you. Please, give me another chance. I’ll never hurt you ever again. I promise.”

You shake your head, feeling the tears spill out the corner of your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. You couldn’t risk it. Not again. But Donnie had mentioned that Leo really had changed, how he wrote so many letters piled up on his desk.

Heartfelt words left unsaid, Donnie had put it. He even admitted to taking a peek but never told you about its contents, only that Leo really had changed.

Even Mikey had brought it up.

God, you hated yourself for what you were about to say next. You turn around, facing him. He looks back up, willing the tears to go away. "Three dates." You ignore the way your heart pounds in your chest.

He clears his throat, rubbing his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, "What?" His voice comes out hoarse, but he could care less about that. What mattered more were the two words you had just spoken.

"I'll go on those three dates with you." You repeat, holding up a finger to stop him from speaking, "And we'll see where it goes; no promises."

— — — — — — — —

Date Numero Uno.

Leo waits on the cinema rooftop, two separate bean bags on the picnic mat that covers the ground. An assortment of popcorn and candy litter the ground, a projector he borrowed from Donnie sitting on a small table behind the bean bags.

He senses your arrival and turns to face you. He’s left speechless, the breath knocked out of him when he sees you in a pair of blue jeans and a flowy blouse. A necklace decorates your bare neck, bringing out your collarbones.

You’re beautiful.

He’s struggling to greet you, tripping over his words and stammering, reduced to the mess he was when you first kissed him.

You survey the scene, eyebrows raised when you spot all your favourite candy and snacks, even the ones Leo didn’t like.

He remembers.

Your heart melts slightly at the gesture, but you choose not to give anything away. You set down your purse beside one of the beanbags, choosing to sit down. “So, what movie are we watching?” Your voice is impassive, pretending to not be impressed.

“Well,” Leo walks over, sitting down and making himself comfortable in the blue bean bag, “Remember our first date?” He hits play on the app connected to the projector, and it begins to play the movie on the wall of the taller building opposite the both of you.

You gasp softly, eyes wide as your favourite movie starts playing. It brings you back to that day in the park when you first met him, a mutant monster having interrupted the public screening. He and his brothers had subdued it, only for him to smoothly invite you on a date to make up for the interruption.

It was a difficult movie to find in high quality. All the websites you visited only had blurry frame-by-frame displays. He had never told you how he managed to get a copy on your first date, and you never asked.

“How’d you get it?” You turn to him, unable to hold back your curiosity.

“Well, I kinda had to make a trade with Donnie.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his gaze soft when he looks at you.

You avert your gaze, feeling slightly flustered yet touched. The mood remains silent with nervous tension, and you nibble on a snack as the movie plays.

Then Leo makes a joke, wincing when it breaks the silence.

But to Leo’s delight, you laugh. It sparks hope in him, and he continues to make pun after pun. You try to hide the small smiles from your amusement, but the atmosphere soon turns from awkward to comfortable and warm.

He walks you home after, insisting that you keep the snacks he had bought and reassuring you that he’d be the one to clean up the rooftop.

“Well, today’s not a bad start.” You murmur, stopping at the doorway to your apartment. He has his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes filled with hope. “Just wait; I have another two dates to make it up to you.” He quips.

“Goodbye, Leo.” You chuckle, entering your home. You close the door behind him, and he heads home.

— — — — — — — —

Date Numero Dos

The bright lights of the carnival almost blind you as you weave through the crowd, spotting a familiar blue hoodie and jeans. You walk over to the booth that Leo’s waiting at. He pockets his phone once he sees you, straightening his posture and greeting you with a smile.

“So, this carnival, huh?” You cross your arms, looking at the booths around. He nods, holding up two express tickets that would allow the both of you to skip the long queues.

He’s really serious about this, you note with a soft smile.

Leo knows this next move is risky, but he does it anyway. He holds his arm to you, “Because it’s really crowded. Just scared you might get lost, and I won’t be able to spot you in the crowd.” He jokes nervously, holding his breath.

You hesitate, but you gently place your hand on his bicep. Besides, this is just to prevent you from being separated from the crowd. Nothing else.

You feel his body relax, observing the quiver of his lips as he tries not to beam. You hide a small chuckle at the sight.

He brings you to all the various carnival games, cheering for you as you knock down towers of metal cups with a tennis ball and win a prize. You do the same when he’s hula-hooping, lasting the longest out of all the other participants. He has the audacity to do a few tricks with the hula-hoop to rub his win in everyone else’s face, and you giggle at the sight.

“Move aside, blue.” You pat his chest a couple of times, the feeling so natural to you that you almost forget that you are no longer together. A blush coats Leo’s cheeks as he looks at you, aiming the toy gun at the tower of Jenga bricks, the action stunning him into silence.

You groan, only one last small stack remaining upright. A mischievous idea hits him, and he sneakily uses his sword to form a portal behind the bricks, using his finger to flick it and send it toppling down. You gasp in delight, and your arms are thrown up in victorious cheer.

You turn to face him with unadulterated excitement in your eyes, heat spreading across your nose and cheeks when you see the soft smile on his lips. You avert your gaze, staring down at your sandals as embarrassment fills your body.

“Shall we?” He holds his arm towards you again, but you take it without hesitation this time.

The two of you continue to play the carnival games, and you have so much fun that you forget about the agreement altogether. You make jokes and laugh and gasp in excitement when he hands you a large stick of cotton candy to share. You tear off small pieces, relishing in the happiness of the sweetness that melts on your tongue.

When he walks you home, you're disappointed that the date is ending, much to your surprise. You shut the door behind you as usual, small butterflies in your stomach and a silly smile you can’t seem to wipe off your lips.

You’re lying in bed when the phone screen lights up with a call, and you answer it without looking at the number.

“Hey,” Leo sounds surprised that you picked up, and you tuck the phone close to your ear, using your shoulder to hold it in place as you massage your sore feet.

“Hey,” You reply softly, glancing up at the clock. Eleven PM.

“Did you get home safe?” That pulls a chuckle out of you, “You walked me home.” You remind him with an amused roll of your eyes.

“Oh, I knew that. Just wanted to check, is all.” Leo bluffs, lying on his bed with the phone next to him on his pillow.

“So, why the sudden call…?” You ask, switching the phone to rest on your other shoulder as you massage your left calf.

“I wanted to tell you to dress up for the last date.” Leo turns to lie on his side, untying his bandanna to loop it around the bedpost.

“Oh? How formal are we talking?” You collapse on your pillow, holding the phone above your face. You accidentally lose your grip, and it falls. You yelp when it lands harshly on your nose, rubbing it to relieve the pain.

“You good?” Leo gets worried, sitting upright in his bed. If you were hurt, he’d make his way over to your apartment immediately. He’s relieved when you mumble a yes.

“Yeah, I just accidentally, yet very conveniently, dropped my phone on my face.” You groan, frowning when he barks a short laugh over the phone. “Hey, you did it too during that movie night in the lair with your family,” You snap playfully.

“I would never!” He gasps, holding his hand over his heart in mock hurt. An affectionate smile finds its way to his lips, staring up at the ceiling.

“So, where will our last date be?” Your question sobers him up, and a dull pang resonates in his chest at the reminder that there was still a chance you didn’t want to be his anymore.

“Run of the Mill.” He responds, quieter than before.

You inhale sharply at the mention of the chosen location, and it gets quiet for a while. “Make sure you bring your swords this time.” You try to joke, keeping the atmosphere light.

“I dunno, it might ruin the outfit's aesthetic.” He replies without thinking, warmth blossoming in his chest when he understands what you’re trying to do. He turns to face his phone, oblivious to the fact that you are mirroring his exact position and tender smile in your own bed.

You continue to talk and chat into the night, and when Leo hears your witty replies slow, he knows you’re falling asleep. He finally hears your soft breathing after a while longer, falling silent. He stays in the same position for a bit, just listening and pretending that you’re right there with him at that very moment.

But he hangs up with a sad smile, falling asleep with a pillow in his arms instead of you.

— — — — — — — —

Date Numero Tres

You’re waiting in the alleyway, checking your phone. You were there on the dot, but a small fear eats away at you, scarred by past experience.

Would he be a no-show?

He was supposed to have changed. You prayed that he wouldn't let you down. Not again.

You don’t realize how tense your body is until he shows up moments after your doubt starts coding your mind, your shoulders relaxing when you see him. He’s dressed in a casual tuxedo, and you raise a brow at how snazzy he looks in it.

“M’lady,” He holds out his hand, and you slide your own into his, tingles tiptoeing up your spine at the contact. He pulls a single sword out of the two slung across his hip, and you note that he’d even bought black sheaths for the blades to match the outfit.

He guides you into the restaurant, Señor Hueso bringing you to a private balcony and leaving the both of you with menus. “Wow, you’re really going all out, huh?” You observe, and sit down when he pulls a chair out for you.

He sits down on the chair opposite you. You’re about to pick up the menu to rifle through it, but he places his hand on top and gently pushes it back onto the table. You blink, confused by the gesture.

“Trust me, I know exactly what to order.” He smirks, signalling Señor Hueso to take your order. You ask for a glass of iced tea and wait patiently for Leo to order for the both of you.

“Señor Hueso, one of your Pizza Especial, large please.” The owner, familiar with Leo’s antics, takes the order with so much as a blink at Leo’s exaggerated Spanish accent.

“Did you just ask for a Pizza Special?” You ask, bemused yet entertained by the turtle opposite you. He nods with a cheeky wink, inducing a nervous laugh from you.

You make small talk till the food comes, and you gasp in pleasant surprise when a piping hot pizza is placed between you both, the grilled onions among various other toppings bringing a smile to your face. You’re almost drooling, thanking Señor Hueso, who brings the food to your table before he walks away.

Leo picks up the first slice of pizza, placing it onto your plate with a warm smile that sends a rush of endorphins through your body. You clear your throat. “Thanks,” You murmur, picking up the slice and taking the first bite.

He waits for your reaction, ignoring the rumble his empty stomach makes. He’s euphoric when your eyes light up, taking larger bites with a happy hum. He watches you with fondness in his eyes, stiffening when you catch him.

His eyes focus intently on the pizza, grabbing the second slice and munching hungrily. He doesn’t spot the grin on your lips, and you both eat. After a few slices, you’re stuffed to the max. You lean back in your chair, and Señor Hueso brings the pizza away to be put in a takeaway box at Leo’s request.

“Dessert?” He asks you. You immediately nod with an eager smile, sitting back upright and covering your mouth politely when you burp. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, but he finds it cute.

“Would you like to share our signature sundae?” Señor Hueso suggests upon returning with the packaged leftover pizza, waiting for your decision.

“Oh, I don’t think she’d be comfortable-”

“I don’t mind sharing,” You cut Leo off, and his eyes widen briefly in surprise before they soften at your words. You nod in thanks to Señor Hueso, who leaves to prepare dessert, with silence settling between you both.

“The dates were fun,” You begin the difficult conversation, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“I’m glad you enjoyed them.” Leo’s reply is shy and nervous, fidgeting with his fingers on the table, green skin against the pure white of the tablecloth

Your lips curve upwards into a reassuring smile, reaching across and placing your hands on his. He looks up, taking in your radiant beauty and bright eyes.

“I can’t wait for the next one.”

He freezes, forgetting how to breathe.

“Wait,” He looks down, blinking rapidly before looking back up at you, “Does this mean…?”

Your nod of confirmation is all he needs for the rising swell of affection in his chest to spill over in the form of a sudden hug. You gasp in surprise at the feeling of his arms around you, melting into his touch as he buries his head into your shoulder.

You were home in his arms once more.

#rottmnt #ROTTMNT #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x female reader #rottmnt x yn #leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x female reader #leo x yn #leonardo hamato #leonardo x reader #leonardo x female reader #angst #heartbreak #breakup #happy ending

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evanhamato · 3 months

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Hello! How are you? Hopefully great!

May i please request hurt/comfort, platonic head canon younger sister reader and her older brothers?

It's about reader who's going through a rough break up since her boyfriend cheated on her with no remorse, so the gang are comforting her and having their revenge on the ex.

[ Family First ]

ROTTMNT x GN!Reader dealing with a breakup

A/N: im so sorry to hear about your ex :( i really hope you can move on from that! also, there wasn't really any gender specific terms used so, i applied it as gender neutral if thats okay (plus, trying to be more inclusive for people who may be going through a similar situation)! have a nice day siniora and thank you for requesting! <3

Relationship: Platonic / Familial

TW: Hurt/comfort, slight mentions of violence, threats, fluff

Raph

Calm on the surface, reassuring you and rubbing your back.

He is genuinely boiling underneath the surface.

However, he redirects his anger to focusing on comforting you.

What kind of person does that anyways?

You get babied for the next week.

Food? Made for you. Fast food? Ordered. Drinks? Brought to you and pre poured.

If he ever comes across said ex, it is so very difficult for him to keep his composure

Passive aggressive to the max.

But of course, he doesn't want to be seen as violent so he will leave as quickly as possibly.

That doesn't mean he doesn't give your ex a nasty stare.

Leo

Tells you how he 'told you so'.

Tries to cheer you up with jokes and snarky remarks about your ex.

But, if you don't like the jokes, he goes stone cold immediately.

Distractions, its what helps him calm down!

Karaoke by humiliating himself, dumb jokes that never land.

But also, he'll talk about his day, or anything really.

If you guys are out and he spots your ex, of course he's not happy to see them.

But, why waste energy on that when your right there?

Walks in front of you, on weird angles, anything to hide you.

He'd rather you not see your ex.

Donnie

He's stunned.

He can't wrap his head around the fact someone would cheat, the concept is foreign to him. (100% not projecting haha../sar)

Emotions. Not his category, not his strong suit.

Also, romance is something he understands but, also does not.

He obviously understands this meant a lot to you so, he goes out of his way to accommodate to your physical touch needs if needed.

Hugs, cuddles, shoulder rubs, its a limited time deal.

He knows sometimes he inherently says mean stuff so, he tries to keep his sarcasm down a notch.

He doesn't wanna make you feel like a fool for something that wasn't your fault.

He doesn't give your ex an ounce of attention.

Nothing. If they try to interact, Donnie doesn't even respond. He's above that.

Mikey

When he hears about what happens, he pinches the bridge of his snout (beak, snout?) and shakes his head.

Not at you, but at your ex of course.

The whole situation is just a matter of morality and clearly your ex didn't have good morals.

Of course, its just normal reassurance.

You go to bed feeling crappy. Wake up, go to the lair.

When you arrive, everyone acts secretive.

That is until they reveal they're going for the day to a festival with you!

Mikey doesn't acknowledge your ex, like Donnie.

He doesn't completely ignore said ex though.

He will deliver the nastiest stare like Raph, not a single word exchanged other than that.

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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TMNT Leonardo x Mutant!Reader 🍋 - Teach Me - All 4-1 March

Summary: The cultures of mutants is so new to you and Leo is here to guide through your newfound urges.

Warnings: Adult!Leo x Adult!Reader, Fem!Reader, Mutant!Reader, reptilian!Reader, loss of virginity, mating season, Impregnation, Non established relationship, corruption, baby trapping, pregnancy kink

You hated this. At first, you'd chalked it up to allergies, but you now knew that his was something else entirely. Through research you were able to deduce that your symptoms boiled down to the time of year. Nesting behavior, more powerful motherly instincts, and an insatiable ache that no amount of self service could quench: you were experiencing heat for the first time.

Initially, you were able to isolate yourself in your room and find some sort of tranquility but as time progressed and your senses heightened, that was no longer an option. You would smell sweat rolling down necks as training drug on, food that was cooking in the kitchen as if you were there yourself, and the lingering aroma of soap on a person long after they'd showered. You began to wander out of your room at times when everyone was out or asleep, just to be able to sit with the remnant that your coinhabits left behind- just to feel a mite less alone. This was one of those times.

You laid on the couch, nuzzling your face against the back cushion, bathing in residual warmth of it having been sat on, pillows and blankets wrapped around yourself in a cozy nest.

"Trouble sleeping?" a stern voice called from across the room, close to the entrance of he hallway that lead to the dormitories.

"L-Leo?" your head shot up and you instantly began straightening yourself out and dismantling your small pallet. "W-What are you still doing up?"

"Glass of water." he answered. "What are you doing up?"

You thought for a moment, eyes darting between him and the fabric draped across you. "It's too cold in my room, so I was going to sleep on the couch for the night."

He cocked a suspicious brow as he weighed your answer. "You must really like the couch then, judging by how you were nuzzling it just now." He watched you go rigid, shoulders becoming stiff at the prospect of being found out. "C'mon, tell me what's really going on." He urged, sitting down on the couch beside you.

You were finding it hard to keep the secret any longer, needing to get it off your chest. "Leo...something's wrong with me..." you confessed, your head sunk in shame. "I think I'm sick..."

"Oh no," he replied worriedly, pressing a hand to your forehead. "You are kinda hot..." You blushed at the contact, feeling the heat radiating off him as he drew closer. "Hang tight, I'll go wake Donnie up, he can probably diagnose you better than I can." Just as he was about to stand and walk away, you caught him by his arm and pulled him back down.

"I-I think I might know what it is.." you trailed, humiliated to have to say it, his questioning look eating at you like vultures pecking at roadkill. "I-I think...it may be...mating season..." You felt horrendously awkward, and almost a bit frightened at the way his eyes seemed to darken at your revelation.

"Oh," he said flatly, forcing you to believe that this was a deeper topic than he was willing to delve into with you. "It is about that time, I suppose. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know what to do!" you panicked a bit. "Am I going to be okay? This has never happened before."

Unbeknownst to you, he could feel his stomach twisting at the thought you you, someone he'd been eyeing for months going through heat for the first time, so desperate and so ill-informed. "Well.." he began cautiously as he formulated a more calculated response. "What is your body telling you to do?"

You thought for a moment and collected all of your thoughts and fantasies from the last few days in order to come to a conclusion. "I think I just really...want to be a mom." you realized. "It's lest about the sex and more about the mating, I guess." Your cheeks burned just thinking of the visions you'd had, and hearing the words come out of your mouth.

"Well, I think you should give in." Leo said frankly. "It's not good to deny your body it's natural urges."

You were apprehensive to say the least. You never thought Leo of all people would encourage you to just have a baby without at least thinking about it first. "But...babies are expensive. And I don't have a mate. Plus, isn't being a ninja all about resisting temptations and stuff?"

"You worry too much." he comforted, sliding an arm around your shoulders. "I'll be your mate, I could protect and provide for our little family. Besides, all that stuff about resisting temptation doesn't apply to this. You wouldn't deny yourself food just for your ninja training would you?" You were beginning to find yourself entranced with the pheromones he was secreting, subject to suggestion, and love sick for a man you'd never once had romantic attraction to. You began to picture having a family with him; he would work all day to protect the city, and come home and play with the kids while you cooked dinner. Then at night you both would lay down and-

"Leo, I don't know about this..." you finally said, detaching yourself from the idea. "Don't you think we should get married before having kids? Or at least date?"

They'll be plenty of time for that, baby." he cooed, gently pushing your onto your back and crawling over you. "Just imagine how many cute dates we could go on while you have a bump. I could take you shopping for maternity clothes, we could do those little photo shoots where I put my head on your belly. It'll be so sweet." You were beginning to get too lost in the rose colored thoughts of having his baby to find anymore issues with the idea as he began peppering kisses all over your face.

"And then think of the dates we could take the kids on," he chuckled, trailing his lips down your throat. "Beach trips, dinners with the family, you'll love it, I promise."

"O-Okay..." you consented. "I think I'd like that." You smiled up at him as he parted form you, looming over with lustful eyes. "I wanna have a baby with you, Leo." He gave a gravelly laugh before diving back in to nip at your scaly flesh. "There's just one other thing..." you mumbled before breathy gasps.

"What's that?" he wondered, lips too preoccupied to ensure he spoke clearly.

"I'm a virgin..." you almost whispered, feeling your self esteem tank when he froze.

"That's okay baby, I'll teach you everything you need to know." he reassured. "It's so much more romantic this way, right? Your first time is with your future husband and you get pregnant from it. Couldn't be more perfect."

Taglist: @sunshinesdaydream, @thelaundrybitch, @momii, @camillahorne26, @turtle-babe83, @sharpwindow, @fyreball66, @roseygardenfan, @witchofthenorthstar, @pheradream15, @post-apocalyptic-daydream, @killmewithafanfic

#leo tmnt #leonardo #tmnt all 4 1 #tmnt all4-1 #all 4-1 challenge #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt smut #leo x reader #leo smut

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indieyuugure · 6 months

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Yk I feel like I should do a who’s most likely question for the Indie Turtles every Sunday lol 😅. I hope it’s okay with you because I don’t normally spam people and your one of my favorite artist here lol 😅.

Anyways who’s most likely to go a entire day without having pizza 🍕?

Lol, I don’t mind at all!

Hm, probably Donnie.

Mikey’s pretty sure he’ll explode if he doesn’t have pizza, and Raph loves leftovers and cold pizza is his top favorite so if Mikey had pizza that day, so did Raph.

Leo actually likes other foods as well, but he’s chill to eat anything as long as it’s like, you know, edible. Packaged ramen with meat on top, tea and microwaving pizza are the only things he can make, and unless someone makes something else, that’s what he lives off of.

Donnie is pretty picky, even about pizza. He’s gotten better about it over the years because he read that proper nutrition is important to his health, but that reasoning has it’s limitations.

For instance Donnie hates (among a ridiculously long list of other thing) pineapple, not just when it’s put on pizza, just in general he thinks it’s gross. Fresh pineapple, canned pineapple, pineapple flavored stuff, even piñacolata flavored stuff, he thinks it’s all gross.

Unfortunately, Mikey thinks Hawaiian pizza is a gift from the pizza gods so unless there’s another kind, Donnie would rather pass.

Good question! :]

#tmnt #q&a #indie’s turtles #indie tmnt #ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #lol

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Heyy.!

I'd like to request a little sister turtle reader.! If you have seen @buggy-cj, I have requested a little sister reader from her.! And she did an awesome job, and I've just read and seen most of your posts. And WOW.! People know how to create masterpieces, really-

Little sister is 12, and has a dark green mask. And unlike her brothers, she doesn't have any markings on her body. She's just a regular pond turtle. So she feels really insecure from being different from her family. Since she's the only girl, and she isn't very special in her opinion.

Thank you for reading this.!!

A/N, not important: Sorry this took so long, I struggled pretty badly with it :/. ASLO, I'm going to be gone for the next week, and will be unable to look at tumblr from Sunday, May 28th, to Thursday, June 1st. You can still talk to me all you want, but please be patient when waiting for my response. This is my last request I needed to get done with before I could start working on the 100/200 follower special. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: crying, reader being kind of cold to their siblings, feelings of self-doubt and inferiority, my writing

Words: 1623

Summary: Your confidence was shot, and the self-loathing was seeping in. Sometimes, all you need is a hug from your father to get it all to spill out.

Curled up against the corner of the subway cart where my bed sat, I read my book, headphones on but no music playing. My eyes run over the same lines over and over, my brain not processing the words. I groan, flitting back a page so I could understand what was going on, trying to ignore the turbulence of my emotions, just as I was ignoring my brothers. I wipe my eyes again as another tear escapes my hold, holding my breath until the uncertainty and sorrow slips back down my throat. I take a deep breath, glancing at the mirror Mikey helped hang on my wall, making sure there wasn’t any sign of my tears.

A knock at the metal walls of my room startles me, my book slamming shut in my hands. I flip through the pages with gritted teeth, trying desperately to find my page. I glance up at Leo as he enters, his hands on his hips as he smiles down at me. “Ah, sorry. Did I scare you?” Leo’s voice floods my ears, his presence bringing up the feelings of inferiority I was trying to shove down.

I grumble a bit, marking my page before setting my book down, glaring at my older brother in annoyance. Leo just grins at me, his teeth showing as he laughs slightly. Leo starts to pull me by my arm, trying to drag me off my bed. “C’mon, Mikey made dinner. He wants everyone at the dinner table, pronto!”

I groan but slide off the bed, grabbing my green mask and tying it on before letting Leo drag me towards the kitchen. We both hurry to the kitchen, sliding into the chairs right as Mikey sets a big pot of stew on the table. I silently thank him, nodding my head as we all start to serve ourselves, Raph and Donnie having already been seated. I eat my food, mindlessly listening to the conversation flowing around me, only giving input when specifically prompted. I tried to ignore the way Raph stared, the concern in his eyes growing. I pretended to not notice the side glances Donnie and Leo gave me at my non-committal answers. I avoided Mikey’s worried eyes.

I silently chew at the chunks in my stew, staring intently at the grain of the table, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Raph clears his throat, trying to get my attention. I ignore him.

“(Y/n),” Raph starts, his voice low, care and sympathy mixed with agitation. All other conversation goes silent, everyone staring at Raph and I. I glance up at Raph, but don’t respond. He sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Are you okay? I can’t help but notice you’ve been… Distant, lately. Raph’s worried. We’re all worried.”

I pick my head up, bringing my spoon to my mouth and loudly slurping the contents of the stew. Raph’s eye twitches as his chasm deepens.

“He’s not kidding, (Y/n). We’ve all noticed your… Lack of energy. We just want to know what’s going on.” Mikey chimes in, stirring his bowl of stew absent-mindedly. Leo and Donnie nod, agreeing with what Mikey said.

Leo shifts in his seat, leaning in close to me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. He tugs me closer, a sad smile on my face as he noogies the top of my head. I huff, pushing him off and fixing my mask after he knocked it crooked. Leo smiles softly, patting my head before I could pull back. “You know you can talk to us, right? We’re your older brothers, not your enemies. We can tell something’s wrong.”

They all look at me expectantly, as if they thought their words would magically get me to spill everything out. I take another bite of my food, chewing obnoxiously long. Raph’s eyebrow muscles furrow, his mouth opening as if he was about to say something, but I cut him off. “I though this was dinner, not an interrogation.”

Raph glares at me as I continue to eat my dinner, picking my bowl up and drinking the rest down. I felt bad, guilt starting to swirl in with the rest of the misery and feelings of inadequacy. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand when I finish my stew, standing up and punishing the chair back with the back of my legs. “I’m going back to my room. Have fun.”

“We’re going on a patrol, actually.” Donnie corrects, scrolling through his phone. I look at him, frowning.

“Not going. Have fun.” I say, dropping my bowl off in the sink and starting to wash it out. Leo stands up as Raph sputters, Leo patting Raph on the shoulder and whispering something to him before joining me at the sink with his own bowl. He nudges me to the side, taking over the sink and washes the bowls out before silently handing them to me to dry.

“Why don’t you want to go?”

I look at Leo, drying the bowls with the towel before setting them on the counter. I shrug, not sure what to say. Leo hands me the next bowl, turning around and leaning against the counter.

“You know you can trust us with anything, right? We’re not going to get mad if you’re upset, or if something’s wrong. We just want to help you.” We both ignored the hushed arguing coming from the table.

I look away from Leo, putting the bowls back away. Leo lets out a breath, patting me on the back. “You don’t have to go. I’ll talk to the others.” He says quietly, letting me escape to my room. I smile gratefully at Leo before slipping out of the kitchen, the others too busy arguing to notice my escape.

As Leo promised, I was able to stay in my room, the sound of the four older turtles leaving the lair reverberates across the concrete walls. I curl up against the corner of the wall where my bed sat once more, trying to get through my book despite the thoughts racing through my head. I shift on my bed, frustrated. I through my book across my room, curling my knees to my chest as I bury my face into them, sniffling slightly. Everything I had said at dinner, being that crass towards my brothers who only wanted to help, to know what was wrong. It all just added to the mountain of emotion building upon my shoulders.

I rip my mask off, throwing it to the floor as well, tears leaking from my eyes faster then I could wipe them away. I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder, a small pressure from weight. I wipe my eyes, looking up to see the face of my father, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“What is wrong, Green?” He asks softly, moving to sit on my bed. I skooch over, still siting with my knees to my chest and my arms crossed over them. I look at my dad before looking back at my covers, wiping my eyes on the rough, scaly skin of my shoulder. “Why aren’t you with your brothers? Blue told me something was wrong.”

My bottom lip quivers slightly and I look away, not meeting my fathers gaze out of embarrassment. It takes all but one glance at Splinter’s worrisome expression before I start spilling my heart out. All the feelings doubt, self-loathing, and every insecurity I felt came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop, my father sitting next to me as he silently listened.

Splinter nods, his arms reaching out for me, hesitating for a moment before pulling me into a hug. He rubs my shell as I cry, whispering soft words of encouragement to me.

We sit there for what feels like hours, Splinter only holding me tightly in comfort. It was clear he was not sure what to do, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for how hard he was trying. Once the tears end and devolve into nothing more than small hiccups, my father speaks. “Thank you for telling me this. I- Your brothers are worried, and if you’re okay with it, I think they should know as well. You are not a burden to them, (Y/n). I promise you that.”

I let out a wet scoff, my throat still swollen with tears. “Everyone else is special though. Their powers work, and- and I don’t even have markings! I’m not special, or as strong, or as fast. I can’t do everything they can.”

“Raph doesn’t have marking either.” Splinter says softly. “And Leo struggled with his teleportation for years. You’ll get better with time, you just have to work on it. I’m sure your brothers would be delighted to help. Raph especially, if you want to train.”

I nod, frowning slightly. Splinter stays quiet, not sure how else to help. He continues to rub my back, being a silent rock to hold me steady in my storm. My head perks up and Splinter’s ear twitches when we hear a intelligible shouting and laughter coming near the entrance of the lair, signaling the return of the other turtles. Splinter looks at me, silently asking my permission to talk with them. I nod again, too choked with tears I was determined to hold back to talk.

Splinter picks my mask back off the floor, wiping the wet trails from my face before carefully tying it over my eyes. He holds my chin, rubbing my cheek softly as he tries to soothe me. I lean into his palm, appreciating how hard my father was trying. “Let’s go talk to your brothers.”

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someone-named-adel · 1 year

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I will give you some incorrect quotes because my brain trying to write the future! yandere leo with MC rotted when i just wrote some lyrics so this is what they have for now

MC talking with April

MC: yeah, I don't know where my favorite sweatshirt is, and I need it, it has a lot of sentimental value to me, and it helps me when I'm sad.

April, suspecting that one of the boys stole the sweatshirt: oh, and when was the last time you saw it?

MC: I think it was on Sunday, a few days after the boys' visit to my apartment, oh, and some other things I had in storage disappeared too, I don't know how.

April: and you haven't asked any of the-?

Mikey runs past with MC's sweatshirt on, while Leo chases after him claiming it's his turn with the sweatshirt.

MC: Is that my-?

April: Yes, apparently it is.

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Mikey, using his Dr. Delicate Touch side: So, MC, have you thought about taking therapy to heal your trauma?

MC, looking at him seriously: my traumas make people laugh, Mikey.

Mikey: Yes but-

MC: my traumas, my ways of coping.

Mikey, already sighing wearily: We have a long way to go.

MC: correction, YOU have a long way to go.

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MC in the kitchen of the den, looking for a glass to pour theyself(? some water while he has his headphones on loud listening to music, oblivious to Donatello's presence:

Donnie, who quietly approached from behind, suddenly placing a hand on MC's shoulder: you know, I don't think it's healthy for your ears to have music on high volume

MC, who wasn't expecting Donnie's sudden presence at all: AHH-, WHAT THE HELL!?, WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?

Don, already used to they sudden screams and scares: well, about two songs ago, you should listen to your music at a lower volume if you don't want to go deaf.

MC: Okay, I'll take that into account from now on.

Donnie: you said that the previous 5 times-

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April, talking on the phone with Raphael: yeah yeah, I'll ask him.... No, don't worry about it... Okay bye.

MC: Who was that? what did they say?

April: It was Raphael, he asked for his sweatshirt, the red one, he lost it apparently.

MC: Oh, the one with some holes in it?

April: MC, Raphael is the only one of his brothers who wears red.

MC: yeah but is that the one with holes in it or not?

April, sighing heavily: yes MC, it's the one with holes.

MC: ah, then tell him it was Mikey who lost it, Because am I wearing it as pajamas.

April: Sorry, what?

MC, making a gesture to play it down: Yeah, I saw it on the couch and I asked Casey if he knew who it belonged to, and he said it didn't belong to anyone, so I took it, and since it's cold and it's made of soft fabric, I'm wearing it as pajamas.

April: MC seriously, if Rapha finds out about that, he will kill you.

MC: Let him do it, after all I don't even like living.

Donatello, who is listening to the conversation from April's (hacked) phone: bro, wtf?

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MC: You know, if the government had to silence us for any reason, I'm 99% sure they would silence Donatello first.

Leonardo: And why him first?

MC:

MC: first of all, WHY would you even DOUBT it?, secondly, this guy doesn't rule the world because he doesn't have the materials and the will to do it, and thirdly, your brother is a potential psychopath.

Leonardo:

Leonardo: good point.

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MC about to vomit and suffer a coma for eating Mikey's invention (with a good persuasion + puppy dog eyes), which mixed pizza with some other food of dubious origin:

Mikey: and how is it?

MC already 100% shivering and unable to focus they gaze: It's.... It's fine

Mikey: OH REALLY?, GREAT, I made it especially for you!

MC, with one foot already in the coffin: that's *insert subtle gag* good to know.

Mikey: Great, because I made it with a secret ingredient, sedatives from Donatello's lab love.

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt2k12 #tmnt incorrect quotes #y/n incorrect quotes #some are not necessarily yandere #I think I missed some spelling mistake there

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Hello, Is it possible to have an over-stimulated Donnie who has to put Leo's dislocated shoulder back into place after an intense battle? If it is okay for you of course !

ROTTMNT: Shoulder

Leo sits on the table in Donnie’s lab. He stares back and forth to his tingling right shoulder and Donatello coming back to his aid.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Don takes a shaky sigh before taking hold of Leo’s dislocated arm.

“Uh, you okay, hermano?” The slider questions Donnie’s sweaty, yet cold hands. “I mean, I’m the one that broke something, but you look kinda broken yourself, D.”

Donnie bites his lower lip.

“I’m fine..” The soft shell says through gritted teeth.

“Really?” Leo then sums up with his left hand. “Because, to me, it seems like you need sleep, water, food and a therapist at the same time.”

Now squeezing Leon’s arm. Like a string on pressure, something in Donnie seems to snap. It feels as if his tangled brain got crumbled like a piece of paper.

A cynical, yet fragile laugh exits the purple turtle’s mouth.

“D..?”

“Oh, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because I’ve been dealing with my own trauma on top of everyone else’s problems?” Don points at his own head with a twisted grin. “And since I can’t leave you alone without breaking yourself, I have to swallow my stress again and again and again-!” Catching himself starting to hyperventilate, Donnie tries to calm down, but can’t seem to handle the overflow of emotion.

“Don..” A hand grabs the purple soft shell, causing his breathing to slowly return to normal. “It’s ok.”

Donatello trembles, collapsing into tears.

“It’s not! I’m the only level headed one right now! I got to- I need to-!”

“You need to take care of yourself too.” Leo embraces his brother with the one arm he could move. “I would give you two shoulders to cry on, but you have to do with one for now.”

Donnie snorts unwillingly. “Why are you like this.”

“Sometimes, you need a break, D.” Leo chuckles.

“Heh, just don’t take it so literal next time.”

#Sure thing~!#Hope ya like it~#thank you for the ask!#tw triggers #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rise donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt incorrect quotes #tmnt incorrect quotes

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midnightcreator12 · 3 months

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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 5 - Healing One Step at a Time

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(We got through Round 1 of the @tmntaucompetition so guess what's coming out early this week!)

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Donnie had been in high hopes when he took Leo his meal. Leo had actually woken up! Sure, he’d been groggy and had flipped out for a little but they sorted that out! And yes, Leo was still hurt, but the fact he had managed to stay awake was huge and an excellent sign that he would pull through.

It took less than ten seconds for that hope to waver again.

Because when he’d stepped into the bedroom, food in hand, Raph had tried to shake Leo awake.

And Leo did wake up. With a hard startle and a hiss.

It made both Donnie and Raph jump in surprise.

“You said he’d be fine,” Raph hissed before whipping his head back towards Leo. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s us, remember?”

Leo hissed again, arms stiffly moving and pushing at the bed, moving himself backwards.

Donnie jerked forward but Raph was closer and quicker. He caught Leo’s shell, stopping him from rolling off the bed. He opened his mouth to speak again but paused.

Donnie stared as Raph, instead of trying to talk to Leo again, started to churr.

And like before, the sound immediately made Leo pause. His head tilted, brow unfurrowing and features smoothing out as he listened to Raph’s churr.

Leo made an answering chip, wiggling until he was close to Raph again. He churred, the sound low in his chest, as he pressed his beak to Raph’s chest.

Donnie slowly turned to stare at Raph, mouthing, “What just happened?”

Raph shrugged but didn’t stop churring.

And Donnie could just stare at the scene because…Leo should be fine now. Some confusion and falling back on the turtle part of their brains was expected when he first woke up, Donnie theorized he’d fallen into some kind of mutant brumation and that was why he’d been so cold until they’d put him in the tub and that was quite a massive oversight on his own part, he should have factored in possible complications from their turtle genetics-

But Leo shouldn’t be confused anymore. He was fine, why had he still freaked out again? It didn’t make-

Unless the damage to his head was worse. He’d completely missed his knee injury, hadn’t even considered why he hadn’t started warming up sooner. He could have missed something else, a brain bleed or some form of regressive amnesia-

“Donnie.”

Raph’s voice snapped him out of his spiral. His head snapped up and he blinked hard. Raph was tilting his head very poignantly at the bowl of oatmeal he’d brought and Leo had his gaze fixed on it, eyes wide and unblinking.

Right, confusion or not, Leo would definitely be hungry.

Donnie started to approach but he stopped again when Leo’s eyes narrowed, second eyelids sliding down and beak scrunching as he bared his teeth.

Raph squeezed Leo’s shoulders, “I think he doesn’t know it’s you.”

“Why wouldn’t he know me?” Donnie whispered.

“I don’t know, you’re the brain-y guy,” Raph muttered back, pausing to churr again. “But the turtle stuff seems to be the only thing he gets so just…just deal with it, okay?”

Donnie swallowed, feeling a pit open in his gut.

But…he also needed to check Leo over, find what he’d missed because he’d been too wrapped up in his own stupid head-

He was a little horrified with himself, how easy it was to start making the in-human sounds again. But when his whistling churr rumbled up his throat, Leo instantly calmed, eye going wide and blue again.

Donnie settled himself on the edge of the bed, now unsure of how to proceed.

Raph helped him a little on that, adjusting Leo to be leaning on one arm while he used the other to take the oatmeal from Donnie. He chirped, balancing the bowl on his leg before holding a spoonful up to Leo.

Donnie sat and watched as Leo ate, teeth snapping around the spoon as quickly as Raph got him more, “Don’t go too fast, he hasn’t eaten in a week.”

“I got ‘em,” Raph muttered back.

Donnie nodded, resigning himself to wait to examine Leo until he was done eating.

And mentally added research on brain injuries and head trauma to his list of tasks.

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As it turned out, chirping and churring at Leo were the only reliable ways to keep Leo calm. And anyone who couldn’t make said sounds was treated with extreme suspicion and would be hissed and growled at unless accompanied by someone who could make turtle vocalizations.

And Donnie hated every in-human sound that came out of his mouth. Not because it felt unnatural or anything…actually, the fact he was still able to make all those turtle-esk vocalizations and it had taken so little for his vocal cords to adapt made him feel worse.

Because normal people didn’t chirp and churr, they didn’t hiss or have deep growls or…anything like what Donatello and his brothers could do. And the fact that April, Casey, and this new girl had all seen and heard the odd vocalizations made something unpleasant squirm in Donnie’s stomach.

But between his personal discomfort and making sure Leo didn’t flip out and hurt himself or someone else…Donnie could put up with his own hang-ups. Even if it made his skin crawl and his mind to start spinning, a tiny voice telling him to use your words, use your words-

“So, how come we’ve never heard you make all those noises before?”

And put up with stupid questions via the local affront to nature and science, Casey Jones.

But honestly, considering it had been two days since Leo first woke up, Donnie was a little surprised the question hadn’t come sooner.

Both of them were in the barn. Donnie had been set up in the house but, between the seven of them, plus the two pets, there was hardly the space for a lab without posing a hazard. And since he needed space to work on a brace for Leo and do research uninterrupted, he’d happily taken the barn as his domain.

Sadly, Casey had taken an interest in the old truck stored in the barn and had leaped at the chance to fix it up. So while Donnie built Leo’s knee brace and things to fix up the house, Casey clanged away on the truck. They hadn’t talked for the first few days but, well, you share a space with someone long enough, conversation was inevitable.

And today, Casey's topic of choice seemed to be the Hamato’s inhuman vocalizations.

Donnie sighed, lowering his head and hunching his shoulders, knowing that just telling Casey to go away would result in more pestering, “We grew out of it, but, from my research I’ve surmised that Leo is suffering from some form of TBI, which is causing confusion, and likely messing with his vision and concentration, which is why he’s mentally fallen back on the most simple form of communication possible. It’s no different than a human babbling nonsense after having severe head injuries. Ergo, we are making an exception.”

“Really?” Casey said. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Mikey trill a few times before.”

“Mikey will still do a few when he’s excited,” Donnie explained. “But that’s a Mikey thing only.”

“And Raph growls sound like a dog more than a human growling.”

Donnie’s jaw started to tick, “Our vocal cords are vastly different from a human's, I hardly think it’s fair to compare something like growling, especially since you seem fond of doing the same.”

“Yeah, but like, why don’t you ever make any turtle-y sounds? I think the only time I hear you make any is when you wake up Leo for food and check-ups.”

“Like I said, we grew out of it. I happened to be the first of us who stopped.”

“‘Kay,” Casey was quiet for a few moments. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why’d you stop?”

Donnie sighed, “What part of ‘we grew out of it’ was unclear? I knew you were a few brain cells short of a fully functioning cerebrum but I thought you understood simple sentences.”

“Screw you dude! I’m just tryin’ to bond!”

“By prying into my business?”

Casey shrugged, abandoning the truck to lean on Donnie’s workbench, “Okay, fine, keep your secrets. You still making that cast for Leo?”

“Yes I am still working on it,” Donnie perked up a little, happy to switch to something else, especially something he was building. “I have done extensive research and the best arrangement is to have Leo wear a nonfunctional hinge brace until the fracture and tears heal and then do physical therapy with a functional hinge brace and then to a compression brace when he’s built up enough strength. The challenge is going to be making him keep the first one on.”

“Isn’t he, like, all on top of the rest of you about getting rest when you’re hurt?”

“Yes. And he is the embodiment of ‘do as I say, not as I do’.” Donnie huffed as he secured a leather strap into place. “As morbid as it sounds, I’m hoping the physical weakness and pain he’s currently experiencing will last long enough for his knee to heal more than the bare minimum.”

“Dude,” Casey hissed out. “That’s a really messed up thing to say.”

“That’s what ‘morbid’ means lame-brain.”

“Whatever man. I’m just glad he actually woke up. Even if he’s being all bitey and feral.”

The statement was said flipantly but it still made Donnie cringe. Because, while it would be very helpful for Leo to be too out of it to hurt himself by pushing too far too fast, watching Leo be out of it was…not fun.

Even when they were kids, Leo had always seemed like an unmovable fortress. Sure, he had moments of anxiousness and he was a complete space geek but despite those things, Donnie had never even dreamed Leo could ever get knocked down for long, much less…to the current point he was at. Barely able to move, unable to do anything for himself, hurt so bad that he couldn’t even comprehend words-

While Leo was able to be roused for food and water, and on occasion he’d randomly manage to wake himself up. But he hadn’t managed to stay awake for very long. It was clear he was trying to, sometimes pretty much holding up his own head in an attempt to stay awake. But whether it was Leo’s injuries or the cold weather conditions, he was unable to keep himself awake longer than a few minutes at a time.

Donnie frowned and mentally bumped ‘fix the heating’ higher on his priority list. He hadn’t fully taken into account how Leo would fare when the temperature dropped even more but, with the possibility of his short coma being a form of brumation, the last this he wanted or needed was his brother slipping into another one. Doing so while injured or sick was dangerous for normal turtles and that was even without all the added complications of being a mutant-

Or maybe the cold was affecting Leo already? Donnie wondered if Leo’s new affinity for churrs and chirps were because he was slipping into a more turtle-like mindset. Could their brains do that if they were cold enough? Revert into a more animal-like mindset? Perhaso he had misdiagnosed Leo? Scrap’s scanners weren’t refined enough to positively identify traumatic brain injury. Had he made another mistake? Should he be focusing more on warming the house before the weather was well and truly into winter-?

Casey’s fingers snapped in his face, “Yo, Earth to Dumb-a-tello!”

Donnie glared at Casey, “I’m busy.”

“You’ve been staring into the void for, like, ten minutes bro.”

Donnie sighed through his nose and bent back over the workbench, “Don’t you have a car to tear apart?”

“Hey! This baby is gonna be the baddest ride from here to Mexico!”

“Uh-huh,” Donnie muttered. “If it doesn’t explode first.”

“Screw you man!” Casey shot back, along with a wrench.

Donnie might have been offended, but he knew Casey wasn’t so much an idiot that he’d throw something at Donnie that could actually hurt him.

They both knew Donnie would just snatch it out of the air without even having to look up.

And it worked out great for him, because he just so happened to have a nut that required tightening.

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Donnie slowly edged the bedroom door open and peered inside.

Raph was on Leo duty. Again. Even after Leo woke up, Raph refused to leave his side.

Not that Donnie blamed him.

He knew Raph heard him, even if the old door hadn’t creaked Raph would have known someone was there. Donnie still moved cautiously as he approached the bed, keeping his steps light and silent.

Leo was asleep, breathing much deeper and more even now, several blankets and a quilt tucked around him almost like a nest. Donnie raised an eyeridge at that, knowing that there had been no nest the last time he’d checked on Leo.

“Mikey?” he asked.

“Mikey,” Raph confirmed.

Donnie hummed, suddenly feeling awkward.

He glanced at Raph, who was staring at the contraption clutched in Donnie’s arms, “....that looks like a death trap.”

Donnie frowned, holding out the brace he’d built. He could admit, it was very clear it had been built with spare parts that weren’t the best quality even by Donnie’s standards. In the city, he’d had dozens of landfills, scrap yards, chop shops and electronic store dumpsters galore.

At the farmhouse? He had piles of random junk that had been sitting in the elements for years and most of it was unusable because of rust.

So, between a lot of internet research and many hours sifting through his resources, he’d taken some old bike parts, random sheets of metal and a few belts stolen from a closet and made a hinge brace that could be adjusted to be functional and non-fuctinal.

He had wanted to make two different braces but…he simply didn’t have enough useable parts at his disposal so he’d had to improvise and hope Leo didn’t try and unlock the brace when he didn’t need to.

And while he would give himself a pat on the shell for his ingenuity and adaptiveness that would make Master Splinter proud, he could also admit the improvised parts ended up pretty…bulky.

If Leo had been aware enough to look at the brace he would have definitely balked at it.

But he was currently not aware enough. He was sleeping on his shell, expression pinched in pain despite the fact he should be blissfully oblivious to the physical world, blankets covering almost all of him except for the temporarily splinted leg propped up by pillows.

Donnie heaved a sigh and looked back to Raph, “It’s what we have and if Leo’s going to walk again, he’s gonna have to wear it.”

Raph frowned, hand moving to lay on top of Leo’s, “...I know that.”

It still kind of threw Donnie, how calm Raph had been since the first night.

No, calm wasn’t right. He was almost…apathetic about everything but Leo’s well-being.

Donnie had hoped, with Leo being able to wake up somewhat on his own, that Raph would start being himself. He never thought he’d ever want to have a Raphael blow up but the almost detached way he drifted around the house when he did leave Leo’s room was just freaky.

It was bad enough Leo was being so unlike himself, the fact that Raph wasn’t being normal either did nothing for Donnie’s nerves. But, as Donnie moved to the bed and moved a few blankets out of the way, he quietly hoped that, with a more permanent solution for Leo’s leg, Raph would bounce back to his normal self soon.

“Do you think he’ll be able to be Leo?”

Donnie paused at the question, “Huh?”

“You said there was a chance he wouldn’t walk again,” Raph explained “If…if there’s a chance of that…Donnie, it’ll kill him if he can’t do ninjisu anymore.”

Donnie’s lips thinned as he paused in his work, fingers absently tapping against the brace.

He’d considered the possibility, of Leo having permanent damage that they couldn’t manage well enough for him to keep training and patrolling as normal. He knew how much that would devastate Leo, uprooting something that had been a part of him since Splinter had started their training…

Because he had thought about that ever since he’d seen how bad Leo’s knee injury was. He’d done hours of research about injuries before the Invasion but, when he’d seen the first scan from Scrap, he’d dived headfirst into a proverbial rabbit hole of sever joint and bone injuries.

And what it told him boiled down to a few things. Every site and paper had strongly recommended seeing a medical professional, a licensed physical therapist, pain prescriptions from actual doctors…surgery in cases of severe breaks. Because knee injuries could be tricky and trying to handle them without a doctor overseeing recovery was tricky.

But it wasn’t like they had a choice. And if Donnie didn’t do everything right…Leo would stay like this. Small and fragile and never truly be himself again

Donnie’s hand moved, touching Leo’s leg before he could think about it. The contact made the muscles jump and Leo shifted, letting out a breathy hiss. Donnie drew away quickly, mentally slapping himself for forgetting that they couldn’t just touch Leo without warning.

Luckily, Raph was quick to compensate, hunching down and letting out a long, low churr that spoke of safety. It calmed Leo instantly, smoothed out some of the tension on the oldest’s face as his head tilted towards the sound. His eyes cracked open for a moment as he gave an answering churr, much weaker and airier than Raph’s but echoing the message that he was okay.

Donnie waited until Leo’s eyes fell shut again before reaching out again, letting Raph keep Leo calm while he worked.

He was quiet as he fixed the brace into place, not uttering a word in reply to Raph until he was tightening the last strap, “That is going to depend heavily on Leo's cooperation with my medical advice. If we’re careful and don’t push too hard too fast, he should be able to get back to his normal amount of physical activity with the help of a compression brace and possibly pain medication.”

Raph’s eyes narrowed, beak scrunching, “We don’t exactly have a lot of time here.”

“I know,” Donnie sighed again, lowering himself to the floor and leaning against the bed. “But what other choice do we really have? We know trying to go in with any missing members of our team is idiotic. And if we rush Leo’s recovery then…we will permanently be down a member.”

“But the longer we stay here, the more the Kraang take over. And when they decide to expand outta the city?”

Donnie nodded, “There’s been…very little news about what’s going on. From what I can find, any unmutated humans were evacuated and the military has set up a barricade.”

“And how much time do you think that’s going to get us?”

Donnie hesitated, “...I have no idea.”

Raph let out a frustrated huff, “Too risky to go back, too risky to stay…maybe Mikey’s new friend has secret Kraang intel of how well they're doing against the military.”

Donnie started to say that that was unlikely but paused. Technically, he’d never asked Raven about Kraang stuff, far too busy focusing on getting the house functional and keeping Leo stable. He’d been more than happy to let Mikey give them everything he learned about Raven, seeing as how he pretty much gave a play-by-play of everything the two of them did to anyone who would listen.

But Donnie couldn’t recall Mikey ever mentioning her aforementioned ‘imprisonment’ beyond the minor breakdown Raven had had when she’d burned the white scrubs she had been wearing. And Raven had certainly not volunteered anything beyond the brief explanation she’d given Donnie on the first day.

Almost two weeks and all Donnie really knew was that she’d been with the Kraang for a length of unknown time and had escaped to the farmhouse shortly before they had arrived.

That was…probably something he should have addressed sooner.

“She has a robot,” Donnie muttered to himself absently. “If she had it with her when she was in a Kraang prison…if it was me, I would at least try to upload some intel onto the bot.”

“You think she might’ve?”

“No idea,” Donnie sighed. “And I’m not sure if she’d hand over any intel if she did have it. We haven’t really given her incentive to work with us.”

Raph hummed, hunching over to rest his head against the headboard, “...she likes Mikey.”

“Mikey enthusiastically drags her around the property. There is a very high chance she just tolerates him to stay on our good side.”

“Why would she care about that?”

Donnie paused, thinking back to that first day when he told Raven that she couldn’t leave, “...she asked if we were going to kill her to keep her quiet.”

Raph startled, eyes going wide and jaw dropping a bit, “...okay, wow, that’s a bit of a leap.”

“Yeah, well, one thing I’ve picked up is that she’s weird.”

“That checks out,” Raph dropped his head again, sliding further down until his head was on the pillow next to Leo’s, “She keeps calling the TV a ‘holoprojector’ and Mikey’s shows ‘holodramas’.”

“I heard her call my notepad a ‘flimsi-pad’. And I’ve heard her call Mikey’s shell-cell a ‘data transmitter’. She talks like the guys in Space Heroes.”

“You think she’s a fan?” Raph moved a hand to lightly nudge Leo. “Hear that? You better stay up next time and you can nerd out with her.”

“Or she spent a number of years on a Kraang ship and it affected her vocabulary.”

“Wouldn’t that mean she’d be talking like ‘the ones know as the turtles-’....No, I can’t finish that…god that was bad.”

Donnie huffed, head thumping back into the mattress, “Yeah…too soon bro.”

And it didn’t feel right when Raph did the dumb impression. It was funnier when Leo did it.

The floorboards in the hallway creaked and Donnie lifted his head.

Baby blue eyes peered back at him through the door.

“Hey Mikey,” Raph mumbled, not even turning his head.

“You’re getting scarily good at that,” Mikey said as he stepped into the room. “You’re almost as good as-”

The ‘as Leo’ hung heavily in the air.

Mikey cleared his throat, crossing the rest of the way to the bed. Donnie started to protest when Mikey climbed up, but Raph shot him a glare that clearly said ‘shut it’.

So Donnie bit his tongue and watched. He was surprised to see an unusual carefulness from Mikey as he settled in the nest of blankets with Leo, mindful of the still-healing injuries. He spared a glance at the brace before saying, “Leo’s gonna hate that when he wakes up.”

“He probably won’t notice,” Donnie let his head fall back again. “He barely notices anything that doesn’t move or is food.”

“He’ll notice that thing, trust me dude.”

“Why is everyone judging my stuff? I did the best I could with what I had and I wasn’t going to use rusty parts and give Leo tinnitus on top of everything-”

“Hey,” Raph’s gruff voice interrupted. “You did good Donnie. Leo’ll be back up and running in no time.”

Donnie huffed but let his tangent drop.

Instead, he turned so that he was leaning over the bed and could place a hand on Leo’s leg, right above the brace.

Mikey shifted in the blanket nest, snuggling closer to Leo and letting out a long, comforting churr. Leo responded to it, giving his own, raspy churr in reply. He wasn’t awake but he still managed to respond whenever one of them made the turtle sounds close to him.

After a few moments, a third rumbled joined. Raph’s churr was deep, the sound reminiscent of an engine slowly coming to life and filling the room.

Donnie listened to the sounds, shoulders slowly relaxing.

He’d forgotten how comforting it was. Just sitting and hearing the low purring sounds from his brothers. It was like a massive weighted blanket that tucked them all away from the outside world.

Maybe that was why Leo responded to them? Because it put him in a comforting and safe headspace? Perhaps he hadn’t mentally regressed in any way and was simply having issues processing complex input.

Donnie was going to have to do more research.

But…he didn’t want to move.

Slowly, reluctantly, Donnie added his own voice to his brothers. His churr was pitched higher than Raph’s and Leo’s but a few octaves lower than Mikey's, and the gap in his teeth also added a slight whistle to it that slipped out every few seconds.

Mikey head peeked up at the sound, smile stretching wider at Donnie for a moment before he settled back down. Raph didn’t move but Donnie saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly and his eyes close, purr growing slightly louder.

Donnie huffed and closed his eyes.

The four brothers spent their afternoon like that, curled around their big brother and comforting one another like when they were just tots again, snuggled together in a pocket of warmth in the sewers of New York.

It almost felt like they were home, safe in their own Lair. No Kraang or Shredder, Master Splinter in the other room meditating or making tea-

Donnie’s churr jumped slightly and her wormed his way closer to Leo, almost enough that he could hug Leo’s leg if the brace wasn’t in the way. He didn’t want to shatter the little illusion he’d made for himself by pressing too much of his skin against the metal.

The churr jumped again, turning into a small whine.

Raph’s rumble grew louder in response, drowning out everything else except the turtle pile of brothers.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #tmnt au #fanfic #oc

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More incorrect quotes I generated (+April)

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Mikey: I'm cold. Leo: Here, take my hoodie. *meanwhile* Raph: I'm cold. Donnie: I can't control the weather, Raph.

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Donnie: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

(also works for Mikey)

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Raph: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? April: Several traffic violations. Mikey: Three counts of resisting arrest. Donnie: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Leo: Also, that’s not our car.

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April: Yo dumbass, get over here. Leo: Okay- Mikey: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! Leo, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

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(lots more after the cut)

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April: Leo's refusing to wear their glasses! Leo: April, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch. Leo: *points to Raph* Raph. Leo: *points to Mikey* Mikey. Leo: *points to Donnie* Sasquatch.

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*In a group chat* Raph: A pegan just flew into my window. April: Pegan? Mikey: A what? Donnie: Ah yes, my favorite bird, Pegan. Leo: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Donnie: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Leo: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Raph: I literally just made a typo-

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Leo: You're a lying piece of sh*t! (censored by Raph) Donnie: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Raph: I'm leaving and I'm taking Mikey with me! April, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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*The Squad's cooking skills* Mikey: *master chef* Leo: *knows a few recipes* April: *can follow instructions on a box* Donnie: *made toast once* Raph: *banned from the kitchen*

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April: You’re too later, Superdorks! You'll never stop me now! Raph: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of: Mikey: Friendship! Leo: Harmony! Donnie: Incredible violence. Raph: And love!

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April: You three, explain right now! Donnie: It was Leo. Mikey: It was Leo. Raph: It was Leo. Leo: Leo: …fuck.

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Donnie: All right, y'all! Let's take a vote! Raph: A secret vote. Everyone close your eyes. *the Squad closes their eyes* Mikey: We don't see the result! Raph: Well, just say your vote out loud. April: Won't we recognize each other's voices? Leo: Raph has a point.

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Raph: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. April: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Donnie: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Leo: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Mikey: ...put it away.

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April: That's it, you're grounded! Raph, no adventures for you! Leo, no fighting for you! Mikey, no stealing for you! And Donnie... oh my god, is there anything that you love? Donnie: Revenge. April: No vengeance for you. Donnie: I was going to say "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.

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Raph: What makes you all smile? Mikey: Friends and Family. April: Snacks. Leo: Victory and success. Donnie: Face muscles.

(omg their name colours formed a rainbow here :D)

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Raph: I truly hate it here <3 Donnie: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Mikey: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Leo: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? April: I’m having a fucking stroke. Mikey: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

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Okay that's enough for now haha! If you want more incorrect quotes that I generated you can find them here!

Will likely do more of these once I'm bored again :)

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #incorrect quotes

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Helping their s/o with the ending of a friendship.

I'm writing this for myself and anyone else who has lost a friendship recently. It hurts like hell, but it's better with some turtles.

Leo

Big hug

The type where he just breathes with you and you inhale him and sob into his chest

Gentle back rubs

He offers a dimly lit room with food and blankets and either has you sitting across from him or in his lap (whatever you prefer)

Gently asks what happened and will listen intently if you feel like talking

Whether you share or not he's going to offer to have you journal your feelings with him, just so you have some form of releasing all your feelings

You don't have to share what you wrote, he knows they can be very personal

Will wait hours for you to finish talking/writing, he wants to make sure you get everything out

He's quiet and patient and offers you everything you could possibly need

Reminds you how wonderful you are without that person and how miserable they'll be without you

Raph

Flabbergasted that someone would want to end a friendship with you

Like, you're amazing, why??????

Brings you to bed (yours or his, doesn't matter) and tucks you into all the blankets and pillows and snuggles up close to you

Lays facing you and gently rubs your cheeks and hair

"Do ya wanna talk about it?"

He understands how powerful these feelings can be and respects your choice to share or not

He believes in water therapy, so after you've ranted/cried/just held him or all three, he's going to offer you a hot shower or bath

He's gently massage your body, easing away any tension, he'll use your nice body wash that smells really nice.

He might even light a candle or two

After he'll dress you both in just your underwear and offer to put on a movie as a distraction

You end up covered in blankets and a sleepy turtle

Donnie

He knew about your recent troubles with your friend, you'd offen rant to him about what was going on

When you come to the lair with red eyes and a quivering lip he hugs you close

One of those tight hugs that lifts you off the ground and makes you feel safe.

He runs his hands through your hair and gently shushes and rocks you

He sits you down on his lap and asks what happened

You puddle in his lap and he's there to hold you together until the tears stop

He suggests you take a shower to clean off all the emotions and bad vibes of the day, saying he'll get dinner ready

After your shower he's set up fairy lights around his room (yes he moved to his room, the lab is much too cold for this) and has your favorite blanket layer out across your bed

He'll gently feed you the dinner he made, kissing your forehead as he does so

After he'll wrap you in his arms and tell you how wonderful you are and how they don't deserve a kind a caring person like you

Mikey

Instant panic

He's off the couch without even fully reading your text

He's crawling in your window and picking you up in a big bear hug

"What's wrong, babycakes?" Come his muffled words in your neck

Mikey listens very intently while you rant, rubbing your hand and shoulder as you do, showing his support and comfort

Gives you all the time you need to let your feelings out

He offers to make you something to eat, he believes in food therapy

He makes you a delicious meal and feeds it to you in bed, setting up tour color changing light to a nice light color

He asks of you want to snuggle and rant or watch a movie

Throughout the movie he's constantly checking in on you, making sure you're still okay

He even spends the night with you just to be sure

#tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt headcannons #tmnt imagines #leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #raph x reader #tmnt raph x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #mikey x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #fluff #comfort

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tmnt-tychou · 1 year

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This is my last NSFW short for #TMNTVday and I am STOKED to be done with it because I’m tired of posting these. LOL Enjoy!

Giving 100%

Raph x Reader x Donnie

This is an 18+ fic. ADULTS ONLY

Full story found here

It was impossible to tell time in the darkness. No windows, no natural light of any kind. Her best guess was that she had been locked in that cell for about three days. But she had no idea if she was right. She only knew she was so hungry; so thirsty. And she was so, so tired. But the concrete floor was so cold. It seeped into her exposed skin as she huddled in the corner in only her bra and panties. No one came to see her. No one offered her any food or clothing. Maybe she had been forgotten. The only visitors she received, the only ones who kept coming back were the rats.

When they first crept in, she thought they could be friendly visitors. Domestic rats were cute. Splinter was a warm and fuzzy fatherly influence in her life. But these wild, half-starved rats were no friends of hers. If she managed to block out the bitter cold long enough to catch a few minutes of sleep, the rats came in. They would bite at her bare feet and legs and she would wake up screaming.

It was a waking nightmare. Death seemed more preferable. At least then she could sleep. At least then she wouldn't be starving; dying for a sip of water. Maybe she would die here. Maybe death would come soon and she could finally rest.

In her half-dead haze the rats became bolder. It was harder and harder to scare them away. She had such little energy. But then there was the sound of heavy, stomping boots and the rats scattered. Good. Maybe the Foot Clan had finally come to speed up her death. She was so tired of waiting. It had been pitch black the entire time she had been locked in the cell. When the lights flicked on, she flinched in pain as she was blinded.

“Baby, is that you?” came the most gloriously angry voice. “What did those fuckers do to you?”

She weakly raised her head from where it had been resting on her upturned knees. Her joints and muscles felt locked into place, constantly curled up in attempts to stay warm. Blinking in the harsh light, a massive green blob stood at the cell doors.

“Raph?” Her voice was dry and hoarse. It didn't even sound like her anymore.

“Hold on, I'll get you out.” He gripped the thin, iron bars and yanked. On the third try, he ripped the door right off its hinges with the clatter of metal pins on the concrete floor. He looked distraught over her lack of clothes as he gathered her up on his arms. “Did they hurt you? Did they do anything to you? Baby, you're ice cold.”

She curled up against his warm body, trying to get as close as possible. It was so blissful to feel even the tiniest bit of warmth. “They didn't touch me, just left me here.”

His expression was a mixture of anger and confusion when another voice cut in.

“You found her! Thank God!”

She smiled weakly at Donatello's lean form as he hovered over her. He reached in to check her pulse.

“I'm okay,” she insisted. “Thank you for finding me.”

“We'll always come for you. Always,” Raphael said softly. To his brother he said. “She's freezing.”

Donatello disappeared and she took that moment to get in a few seconds of sleep now that she was being held off the cold concrete and the large turtle kept the rats at bay. She was jolted back into the waking world with Donatello's return. He shoved a pair of sweaty socks on her feet and then tugged a black sweater over her head. It was clearly meant for a larger, male form and held traces of body heat, as if it had just been pulled off of someone else.

“Is there blood on this?” she wondered sleepily.

“Don't worry about it,” Raphael said. “Just keep it on so you can get warm.”

Both turtles looked up as the sound of gunfire echoed somewhere in the building.

Leonardo's voice called down to them. “Guys, we gotta go! Reinforcements are here!”

“Give her to me,” Donatello told his brother.

Raphael clutched her tighter. “Fuck off, Donnie. I got her.”

“Which one of us has a better chance of cutting a safe path through the Foot?” Donatello reasoned. “You need both hands free and we need to get her home in one piece.”

She didn't remember too much after this. The exhaustion and malnourishment took over. She slipped in and out of consciousness as she was passed over to Donatello. She recalled being carried and jostled around. There were sounds of gunfire and she felt the turtle carrying her was running and breathing hard.

Her next conscious moment, they were in the van and she was in Donatello's lap. He propped her head up and put an open bottled water to her lips. She came to life, gripping it and guzzling it down. Then coughing it back up as she accidentally inhaled it.

“Slow down,” he said softly. “Drink careful.”

Raphael sat next to him, her bare legs in his lap as he rubbed them to warm her up. “Jesus, they just locked her up for three days and left her there to rot.”

“I'm okay,” she coughed. “Now that you guys are here, I'm okay.”

The brothers looked at each other. It had been a team effort to get her back, but they hadn't always been team players when it came to her. She didn't notice their shared look. Once properly hydrated, she drifted back off to sleep and dreamed of how they had ended up this way.

#tmnt #tmntvday #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016

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