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oleander-nin · 4 months

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Valen-time 02: A Hand to Hold(Future Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: If you're wondering what is going on, I have nothing to tell you because I don't either. 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

CW: Guilt, rottmnt bad end, apocalypse, brief mention of loss, unorganized and poor writing, short

Words: 913

Summary: Leo finally breaks down.

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr @ssak-i

Your eyes scan over Leo’s head, taking in the dark void that Leo had claimed was our room. You feel the arms around you tighten their grip the smallest amount at your movement. You look back down, seeing Leo’s tired eyes staring back at you. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

His voice is heavy, a quiet testament to the stress weighing on him. His face was outlined in the dim light, the blanket you both slept on in place of a bed scrunched up and messied. You couldn’t help but stare, his every feature making you swoon. He looked peaceful despite the pain he was working through, his eyes anguished and his face still full of grime despite the many times he scrubbed it after his patrol. You lean over, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead, hoping dearly it would help him settle down and trick his racing thoughts into believing he was safe. "So are you."

He rolls his eyes at your response, pulling you closer as he buries his face into your neck. His constant nuzzling reminded you of a wounded animal searching for safety. He stays quiet for a while after, neither of you pulling away from the other. It’s comforting being beside him, the worries of outside and your imminent death no longer weighing in your mind, even if it’s only for a small moment. Leo’s hand was wrapped around you, pressing firmly into the small of your back so you couldn’t leave his side even if you wanted to.

It was comforting. The way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he was holding you so close you couldn't help but feel loved. Everything about him was everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed. Despite the apocalypse, you couldn't help but be happy when you were near him. Leo was your one and only, your life and death. You lean down and press a kiss to the wrinkles forming on his forehead, the commonly coined 'Raph' chasm seeming to spread amongst the other brothers as well.

Leo leans up after the kiss, his eyes watering and a pained expression plated across his face. You quickly shifted the way you were laying, your arms leaving his sides to cup his face and wipe away any tears that might fall.

"Leo? Hey, baby, what's wrong?" You say, ignoring the obvious answer of what was wrong. Right now, everything and anything was wrong, but you just hoped it was something you could help fix. Leo continues to just look at you for a moment, his eyes studying your face and constantly flickering between you and the walls behind you. You patiently wait for him to speak, not wanting to force him into an explanation before he is ready.

“Do you remember?” His voice caught you off guard, the soft spoken words coming out of the now leader of the resistance. He sounded so broken, so unlike the hopeful persona he slapped on earlier when tucking Casey Jr. into bed.

"Remember what?" You ask, confused and dearly hoping he wasn't thinking about what you knew he was. Leo looks into your eyes, the pain and guilt breaking through his tough exterior he had managed to keep up for so long. Leo takes a moment to gather his thoughts, to bring himself back down from the spiral he was about to become caught in.

"It's my fault." He repeats, sounding absolutely broken. "It's all my fault. I ruined everything."

He doesn't even give you time to respond before he pulls you close, his arms trembling around you as he tries his hardest not to sob. There were too many people around, too many ears and eyes just a few feet away for him to truly grieve the world he lost. For him to grieve the opportunities he would no longer have, the family and friends that had succumbed to his mistakes. Every quiet sob tore your heart in two.

You waste no time pulling his face close and quietly shushing him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to try and make him feel even marginally better. To see your husband break down like this was something that almost never happened, a once in a lifetime event. You knew that his cocky and proud facade would collapse eventually, but you had at least assumed there would be some indication beforehand.

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.” You gently soothe, both thumbs rubbing his cheeks and wiping his tears. Leo doesn’t comment, his wet and warm face stricken with regret. You didn’t know how to help, how to bring his spirits back up. So instead you wait, letting him cry in your arms for as long as he needs. You could talk about his doubts and guilt later, comforting him and making sure he could process the loss he has to face everyday was your top priority. You don’t stop massaging his cheeks until you feel his weight start to press down on you more, and his cries start to lessen.

You barely breathe until you’re certain he was finally asleep, a tight frown despite no longer being awake. You let out a soft sigh, pulling him closer and settling down. You continue to watch him for a while, making sure his chest moved and his eyes stayed closed. Him being so distraught earlier pained you, but you understood the stress and remorse he had weighing down on him. Putting those thoughts aside, you press your forehead against his and fall asleep, not letting go for a moment.

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ghostytoad · 7 months

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* Fun n' Games *

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

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

Headcanons for: Casey Jones

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild angst || Words: 1.2k

Raph | Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Casey Jones Jr.

the moment the boy lays eyes on y/n and sees their easy-going nature, he is head over heels. the emotion practically hits him like a truck and it's all so… new?

it's something he can't initially explain and for a little while, he worries that he's dying or sick from the new york air - he will constantly check in with donnie and ask for every test under the sun to determine the cause

all he knows is that when y/n is around, his face gets hot, his knees are weak, his palms start sweating, and his heart beats wildly in his chest. being an apocalypse survivor, this adrenaline-like feeling can only be attributed to danger or shock

and as far he knows, y/n doesn't pose any danger, right? they've been like family to him and he sees so many admirable traits in them that he had once seen in his sensei (who happened to be the greatest ninja ever); he's genuinely confused by the whole thing

he might try to keep his distance until he figures out why this is happening, but he won't say no to joining y/n on little adventures. he enjoys the company and he especially appreciates how helpful they've been in getting him adjusted to life in present-day new york

"hey, why don't i come along? i'm sure you can handle yourself but i'd be happy to be there for you."

he can't help but compare a lot of what y/n does to how his sensei was in his old timeline. he doesn't mean to do it, he just misses his old mentor and y/n's presence is a familiar comfort to him. leo is great and all, but there's something special about y/n.

casey deals with some pretty major insomnia and when he finds it hard to sleep at night, the first thing he does is call up y/n. they thankfully answer every time and their voice easily manages to soothe the poor boy to sleep (he will snore LOUDLY into the phone when he falls asleep during the call)

he's constantly worried about y/n's safety and will check in on them often when they're not in the lair or at home. he's even asked donnie to make y/n their own communicator so he can keep in contact with them if they're ever in danger.

y/n is one of the first people casey jr will open up to about his rough upbringing. some things are just too painful to bring up to the hamato family, but he knows it hurts more to keep it all bottled up. he loves how accepting they are of him and how sympathetic they can be about his… shall we say, emotional fragilities.

not that he's emotionally fragile, but he sure enough has a lot to sort through and y/n gives him the courage to tackle it head-on and accept where he is and who he is now

on his first attempts at flirting with y/n, he managed to straight out admit he had a crush on them without realizing it. boy is so clueless that he doesn't realize what he's done until he sees the shock on their face

"Hey, Y/N. I, uh, have another joke for you." Casey hadn't looked up from his little joke book as he spoke, squinting as he studied the content as if he'd suddenly understand it better if he just stared at it long enough. Y/N sat lazily on a couch not too far from the boy, head buried in a copy of the latest Jupiter Jim comic book. They paused their reading only to let out a hum of acknowledgement.

"What is it this time? Chicken cross the road again or knock knock?"

"Who's there?" the boy chimed absent-mindedly.

Y/N let out a soft giggle as they set their book down.

"No, genius, you're the one that's supposed to start." They couldn't help but roll their eyes as a smirk tugged at the corner of their lips. Though progress had been slow, they'd hoped a joke book would give Casey a much needed boost considering his previous, pitiable attempts at jokes that more often than not became a moment of oversharing his tragedy. The poor boy was utterly hopeless when it came to comedy.

"Oh, right." Clearing his throat, he straightened himself as if he were getting ready to give a speech, "Okay, knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Candice…"

"Candice who?"

"Candice be love I'm feeling for you?"

The weight of his words were completely lost on him as Casey beamed with pride, his joke landing with no mistakes or stuttering. It was no secret that Y/N and Casey were close, but in the short period of time they'd come to know each other, Y/N had developed some deep affections for the boy. The constant struggle to keep themselves in check around him had started taking its toll. It had gotten to the point that Y/N needed to keep their yearning eyes on something- ANYTHING ELSE- when he was around to keep from visibly flustering, the ever-present blush threatening to expose their true feelings. Feigning a soft chuckle, Y/N could only hide their face deeper in the comic they were reading and hope that any flutter of emotion went totally unnoticed.

"R-Really, was that your idea of a good joke?" their attempts at a tease came off a tad more hostile than playful.

Casey responded with a chuff of his own, "Ah, yeah I guess it doesn't make sense if I already know it's true."

"Sometimes comedy takes-" the sudden impact of his words hit them all at once, caught like a deer in headlights while they froze mid-sentence. Peering over at the raven-haired boy revealed an equally shocked expression painted across his reddening face. His mouth opened only to shut itself again and again clearly trying and failing to summon the words to explain his little blunder. Y/N had him beat in regaining some semblance of composure, shaking off the bashfulness.

"Did…" their voice caught in their throat before they started again, "What exactly did you mean by… erm, by that?"

Casey's eyes darted in every direction attempting to search for an answer anywhere he could find it.

"Well, I just- It was really-" he let out a sigh and braced himself, "I'm not sure what to call this feeling but I think it's something like love. I might… maybe love you?"

"Maybe?!"

Y/N shot up from their seat, arms over their head in disbelief and their steps beginning to pace.

"Y-You can't maybe love someone! That's a pretty serious feeling!"

They stopped partway through their rapid pacing to search Casey's bewildered expression causing it to soften a bit under their close observation.

"I don't know if what I feel is exactly what you'd call love, but it... feels close enough to that. I mean... Y/N, when I look at you, my heart starts racing, my head starts spinning, everything feels light and airy. And when you're gone, all I want to do is look for you and see your smile, see the way your eyes light up, listen to your laugh."

His unfocused gaze forced itself up to meet theirs, wide with earnest affection.

"Life here's been… heh, it's confusing to say the least. And these feelings are just as confusing. And for a while I thought it was crazy. Thought I was crazy to believe I could love someone this quickly. But… It'd be so much easier for me to understand if I knew you felt the same?"

Even if this new emotion had been confusing for him, this very moment was one that made it all click in his mind. He was in love all along.

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dandylovesturtles · 5 months

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Top Ten Posts of 2023

I decided, why not? ^^

I'm limiting this to fics/analysis/headcanon/etc posts I made during the year and skipping over anything that isn't my actual creative work. That said, if you're curious, my actual top post was this funky screenshot from episode 2.

10. Everyone's just fine with Donnie modding the moon buggy? (362 notes)

It occurred to me that despite being MASSIVE nerds for the Jupiter Jim franchise, the bros seemed awfully chill with Donnie taking an actual on-set moon buggy and modding the hell out of it.

A few people argued with me in the notes that the Turtle Tank is so cool no one could possibly be mad about it and I do think that's fair. The Turtle Tank is easily my favorite thing Donnie made in the show.

9. Splinter and Leo talk post movie (443 notes)

And then his dad walks in and says, “I would like to talk to Blue, please. Alone.” And suddenly Leo doesn’t feel so good anymore.

This is the most recent tumblr fic I've done (I think lol), so seeing it make it this high felt pretty good. I love Splinter and his boys... they make me emotional.

8. A headcanon about the Disaster Twins (445 notes)

I have a headcanon that the twins are lowkey always trying to get each other to laugh.

This is still true.

7. A showcase of Donnie's injuries in End Game (462 notes)

So everyone talks about Donnie getting his shell shredded by the Shredder in Many Unhappy Returns but I feel like it’s underappreciated that that happened to him coming off of getting his ass beat in End Game like

One of the first posts I made when I made this blog haha. Poor Donnie |'D

6. Donnie records everything (617 notes)

broke: Donnie listening to what happened in the prison dimension woke: Donnie showing Raph Leo’s big damn hero speech since he wasn’t there the first time

The main reason why this has so many notes is because @roseverdict wrote a great fic down in the notes that you should all go read.

5. Leo asks Donnie a favor (829 notes)

“You might as well tell me what you need,” he says, turning to his computer and pulling up his list. “I’ll assess it and prioritize.” “No, no, that’s okay. It’s nothing,” Leo insists. “Nardo.” Donnie levels his best stare at him. “What is it?”

I love writing the Disaster Twins being soft and you guys love it when I write it too.

4. Present Donnie and Future Donnie have a little disagreement (CAS AU fic) (1,242 notes)

“What was I supposed to do, tie him to a chair?” “Yes!?” says Mini-him like he’s stupid, which warrants a scoff.

Shoutout to @skcirthinq who doodled a comic version of their conversation.

3. Casey Jr. and Uncle Tello troll Present Donnie (CAS AU fic) (1,701 notes)

Casey Jr, says Uncle Tello’s voice. Uncle Tello? Do you want to see something really funny?

This is my actual fic with the most notes! I'm glad you all enjoyed this silly little take on what was actually an incredibly intense moment in Cass's original comic.

2. Mikey contacts the Hamato ancestors (2,054 notes)

future Mikey: *trying to contact the spirits of the Hamato for advice and guidance in the apocalypse* Donnie’s spirit: Hello, you are now communing with Donatello.

I can't believe you guys gave over 2K notes to the stupidest joke I've ever made. Shoutout to @nonymous06 for this artist's rendition.

and finally, drum roll please.....

My top post of 2023:

1. A very silly idea for a separated AU (4,283 notes)

non-angsty ROTTMNT separated AU where the boys meet online and bond over their shared love of Jupiter Jim and skateboarding and Lou Jitsu. Then one day they agree to meet irl for the first time at a con and decide to dress as turtle aliens.

This post spawned an adorable fanart by @thatsmutbean , this hilarious fanart by @onionninjasstuff , and an entire fanfic called new phone who dis by @rbtlvr

This has been an incredible year! My love for ROTTMNT has not diminished in the slightest and I still have lots of ideas, so I hope you guys stick with me for 2024. Thanks again! Happy New Year!!

#no idea what to tag this as #if I put it in the main tag is that annoying #oh well #rottmnt

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sophiacloud28 · 1 month

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Afterglow (ROTTMNT One-Shot)

One-shot, Angst, Rise Leo, Apocalypse Timeline

This is the last time. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how. But he knows this is the last time. The last time he'll get to watch you dance with his oldest brother in your game of keep away. The last time he'll hear you giggle with his youngest as you both work on dinner. It's the very, very last time he'll get to see you raise your head from your unending mending work as he tells you that his twin is refusing to leave his lab while knowing that there's a mission tomorrow.

"Donatello."

"I'm busy!"

"So am I, Don. You know you can put the system on autopilot for a few days. What's a few hours more?"

"If the Krang –"

"Well aware. Now please, get some rest. They need you in top shape tomorrow."

"… Same goes for you."

"I know."

And it's the last time he gets to hear you banter with Donnie like you two have always known each other despite you only being around for four years.

Because no matter how much he tries, he can't shake the idea that, once you step into No Man's Land, you will not come back. You, his biggest ray of light in the darkness, won't return with him and all that will be left of you are the memories.

"Hermosa?"

"Hm?"

"Join me?"

And it's probably why, even after all this time, even after telling himself that he'll be fine watching you from afar, he's still trying. He still wants and is, sadly, acting on it as he takes your hand and hates the fact that he hears your quiver rattle against your hip and your bow against your back.

You don't belong here. You don't belong in the mess he made and worsened for you by taking away your only source of comfort. You don't belong in his arms as he takes you to the now quiet lobby and carefully dances with you for the first… and last time.

You deserve peace. You should be allowed to be soft, kind, and caring. Hell, you should be with Donnie since you two have such a wonderful, complementary relationship. But the world is broken. He broke it. … And he's the selfish idiot who forgot to think before acting.

"What brought this on?"

"Just wanted to give you a break."

"Really?"

The impulsive brat who can't let go because he loves the warmth despite the anguish he managed to miss behind it.

"Would you stop if I ordered you to?"

"You know the answer to that."

"I do. That's why we're here."

Then again, he could ignore your fond chuckles. He could simply tell himself that he's imagining the fact that you lean a little more into him after he twirls you around. Just like he'd missed everything else, he could just close his eyes and not notice the fact that you seem… comfortable around him, more comfortable than you should be, and halt the speculations and thoughts it brings along.

But, when you lean against him after the song ends, he knows he can't. He knows that no matter the time, the pain, or the place, he can't let it pass him by, not after everything he's done.

He thought he loved you when he'd kissed you. He's been discovering in the last three years how much further he had to fall after ruining everything for himself. After making sure he could never have you. Not in a way that would ever have him belonging to you.

"Leo?"

"Hm?"

"Do you… Never mind."

And it's why, no matter how hard he tries to smile, he'll forever bleed and hope and pray that somewhere, somehow, there's a place where he can. Where maybe, just maybe, he can make you happy and be with you in a way that doesn't hurt you in the way he did.

'Cause while he doesn't deserve that second chance, you do. You forever will.

Until then, he can try to give you what you managed to give him.

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"If we make it to the other side, you wanna… grab a slice with me?"

"Leo."

"Please. I promise I won't be an obnoxious idiot about it."

"Excuse me? You not be obnoxious?"

"Alright, maybe a little. But please? If we both make it… let's try."

"Try what?"

"Just… try."

"We'll see. Goodnight, Leonardo."

And with the smile that it manages to claw out of you even if all you do is bid him goodnight, he can only hope he's doing this right.

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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fluffypandabun · 1 year

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Braiding Giggles

AN: Ahhhh my first fic!! Ofc it had to be ROTTMNT, Ive have rottmnt brainrot for so long, especially about my boy Casey. I hope you guys enjoy!

Words: 2893

Summary: After spending most of his life in the apocalypse with little access to baths, Casey's hair needs a lot of work. Luckily the hamato clan is more than eager to help their newest addition, along the way they discover something new about the future teen.

Casey let out a pained noise as the brush caught on a tangle in his hair, followed by a few more as he struggled to yank the brush out none to gently from his long tangled locks of jet black hair.

Growing up in the apocalypse did not leave a lot of room for things such proper hair care, or even really bathing in general. And the last few days he had spent in his own timeline had been some of the most hectic days of his life, not to mention that he was tasked with saving this timeline's world as soon as he had arrived smack dab in the middle of it. So showering hasn't really been something that had crossed his mind at the time.

But after the dust had settled, and the hamato clan had been given time to rest and properly treat their wounds, physically and maybe just a little emotionally, April had taken one good look at his greasy slicked back hair and had demanded he’d shower.

And who was he to deny Commander O'neil when she gave him a direct order.

So now he found himself standing in front of a slightly cracked mirror, wearing a shirt and shorts that were both way too big on his skinny, and probably malnourished body. His hair, that he was used to being slicked back with either grease, sweat or sometimes blood, was now poofed out and looking soft and fluffy, falling just above his shoulders in wavy layers.

And there was also now a hairbrush stuck in it.

He let out a groan from the back of his throat, giving the brush one last good tug, which had him wincing and feeling sympathy for his already sore scalp, he let his arms drop to his side in defeat.

He turned, leaving the lairs' makeshift washroom to return to the living room where the turtles and April sat, Splinter off somewhere in his room,napping. He stood in the doorway, not quite sure how to let himself be known when Raph suddenly turned to face his direction.

He smiled and started to say something when he suddenly noticed the brush firmly tangled in the boys locks and he stopped, his expression shifted from confused, to amused, before stopping on fond.

“Aw buddy.” He chuckled, “Having trouble with your hair?”

His acknowledgement of the teen gained the attention of everyone, save for maybe Donnie who was hunched over his phone doing who knows what, he received the same fondly amused looks from April and Mikey, though Leo let out a loud snort, causing April to elbow him in the side and send him a glare.

Casey felt his cheeks tint slightly pink and he shuffled on his feet, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. “I uh….” he stuttered, before clearing his throat.

“I…can one of you maybe…help me with my hair…please..?”

Raph smiled. “Of course we can buddy.” He said, at the same time Leo's face lit up and he immediately began to make grabby hands towards the human.

“Oh oh!! Let me do your hair!” The mutant said excitedly, eyes alight in a way they hadn't been in awhile since the attack on new york.

Casey blinked a few times in surprise. “I….”

Ralph Rolled his eyes. “Ignore him Cass, Leos always had this weird obsession with hair.”

“Yeah probably because he's bald.” Mikey added on giggling, which earned him a playful push from said turtle.

“Excuse you, it's not an obsession it's an appreciation, plus April never lets me mess with her hair so i neeever get to show off my amazing hair skills!” The red eared slider huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as if this was the biggest offense he’d ever experienced in his life. But quickly his expression morphed back into a bright eyed grin as he reached out towards case again.

“Come onnnn Cass my man, i’ll fix your hair up real nice, trust me!”

“Trusting you sounds like a horrible idea, Nardo.” Donnie said, finally choosing to join in on the conversation. Leo sent his twin a glare.

“Don't listen to him Casey, I'm like, one of the most trustworthy people ever.”

“I won't even waste my breath on giving all the reasons on why you are wrong on that one.”

Casey stood there in the doorway, watching the two turtles bicker back and forth, lips twitching. Growing up back….in his own timeline, he had the distant memory of his Sensei running his fingers through his hair, twisting it into little braids, or helping Casey pull it back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face during training.

Master Leonardo had always enjoyed doing Casey's hair, so he guessed it shouldnt surprised him that this Leo would want to do it as well.

Thinking about his sensei made his eyes burn, so he was quick to blink the wetness out of them. Clearing his throat as he spoke up.

“Um…” He muttered, stopping the two turtles bickering. “I wouldn't mind if you did my hair.”

Leo turned to him and blinked, before he did his signature grin. “Awesome!”

The turtle teen plopped himself down crossed legged on the couch, patting the spot in front of him eagerly. Casey smiled as he made his way over, sitting down in front of the turtle, albeit a bit awkwardly. He allowed himself to press his back against the couch and he only jumped a little when two three fingered hands came into his vision.

“Alright.” Leo said, cracking his knuckles.” First we need to deal with this rat's nest and then we can really doll you up huh?”

Casey gave a slight nod, tensing up when he felt Leo grab onto the brush still firmly stuck in his hair.

“Be gentle Leo.” Came Raphs warning tone from Casey's right where he couldn't see him from his position on the floor. From above him Leo scoffed.

“Relax big brother.” He hummed, though his tone had taken a more gentle tone. “I'll be careful.”

And to his credit he was, or as gentle as he could be when brushing hair that was as tangled as Caseys. After a lot of yanking, cursing, and threats to simply cut it out, the brush had finally been removed from Casey's hair. Leo brandished it like it was a powerful weapon as he attacked Casey's raven locks. It still hurt, but it went a lot better then it would have if Casey had done it alone.

Everytime the teen hissed in pain or let out a flinch, Leo would pause and apologize, before continuing even more carefully then before. After a bit his hair started to untangle, becoming softer and more fluffy the more Leo brushed. Pretty soon Casey was sure there weren't any tangles left in his hair, and that Leo was brushing it just for the sake of brushing it.

Not that Casey was complaining, it felt….nice….really nice. And after going so long without any sort of close physical touch like this, no offense to his family from his timeline, they did their best while raising him in the apocalypse, it's safe to say he pretty much melted.

He barely registered the others talking above him, or the sound of a movie being put on. He simply allowed himself to tilt his head back and relax, at some point he was pretty sure that Leo had switched out the hairbrush for the sake of running his own fingers through the boy's locks.

He could feel himself almost falling asleep when suddenly one of Leo's fingers brushed gently against the shell of his ear. The sudden tingle of electricity was so unsuspected and unfamiliar that Casey found himself jumping and flinching forward away from whatever had caused that feeling. Looking back he found all the turtles and april, even Donnie, looking at him in bemused concern.

Especially Leo, who had frozen with his hands mid air.

Raph spoke up first. “Casey? You alright?”

“I didn't hurt you did I?” Leo asked, and though his voice was calm there was a hint of anxiousness behind it. Quickly Casey shook his head.

“No! No no your fine, I'm fine, I just…” He bit his lip, hoping the others didn't notice the pink begging to form on his cheeks.

“It was….one of those like, feeling like your falling things, you know, like when you're about to fall asleep. Yeah..”

Everyone seemed to relax a little bit, Mikey adding in a “I hate those” as they all turned back to watch the movie still playing on screen, Leo gave him a look.

“Are you sure…?”

Casey gave him a smile. “Yeah Leo its all good.” He turned back around and pressed his head into the turtle's hands. “You…you can keep going.”

The teen looked at him and then smirked, though there was a fondness to it, he said nothing as he continued with his mission of giving Casey head scratches.

After a moment Casey found himself relaxing again, his eyes starting to droop as he felt himself begin to drift off….

Leo's fingers brushed against both of his ears this time.

This time, Casey let out a very loud and more importantly, very embarrassing squeak. Once again silence filled the room and all eyes were on him.

“Okay.” April spoke up after a moment of silence. “Something is going on, what is up with you future boy?”

“N-Nothing!” Casey spluttered, holding up his hands. “It's nothing really I promise-”

“Casey.”

He froze, feeling a chill up his spine, because he did not like the sound of Leo's voice. Carefully he turned around and oh he did not like the look of Leo's face either.

The shit eating grin on the turtle's face said it all, that and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Casey swallowed, already able to feel his face getting warm “W..What..?”

The slider's grin grew even wider. “Caseyyyyyy!”

“Whahat?” Casey grinned nervously, already frantically looking around for an exit of some sort.

Confused, Raph glanced between the two of them. “I'm sorry, but am I missing something?”

“Yeah.” Mikey spoke up, now fully facing him. “Why is Leo giving you the look?”

Casey swallowed, showing off the gap in his teeth as he grinned nervously. “The uh..the look?”

Mikey nodded. “Yeah the look he gives someone usually before he…” the younger turtle trailed off as a look of realization passed over his face, immediately following it was an almost equally mischievous look making its way on the turtle's freckled face.

“Ohhhh I see.” He giggled, making Casey flush even more.

Even more confused Raph groaned. “Okay can someone please tell me what i'm missing?”

Leo grinned at him. “How bout I just show you instead~?”

Caseys eyes went wide. “Wait-!” he squeaked, trying to scramble forward and out of the turtle's reach. But the ninja was too fast for him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back against the couch. Whatever protests or pleas he might have had died on his lips and were instantly replaced by a stream of squeaky giggles as Leo gently hooked his fingers under the teens chin keeping him in place as he traces the outer shell of his ear.

“Casey here's just ticklish, see?” Leo hummed, speaking over the humans giggling. He seemed to have no problem keeping him in place even as he kicked and squirmed frantically trying to grasp at the turtle's wrist.

Raph blinked a few times before it clicked. “Ohhhhhh.” he grinned.

“Yeah that makes sense.”

Somewhere to his far right April cooed softly. “Awwww look at the future boy all giggly, he's so sweet.”

“Humans can have ticklish ears!?” Mikey gasped, eyes alight, he quickly made to reach for April. “Are yours ticklish too April?”

The human was quick to gently smack his hand away. “Nuh-uh, not happening.”

Sitting on the ground Casey was in stitches, frantically jerking his body back as forth to try and dislodge Leos fingers, seeing as that wasn't working in the slightest he settled on scrunching up his shoulders to his ears in a desperate attempt to shield himself from leos attack.

“Awww Cass look what you did, Now my fingers are stuck.” The turtle shrugged, a grin still plastered on his face. “Guess ill just have to keep tickling you here.”

Casey, much to his horror, squealed, which earned him fond looks from both Raph and April, even Donnie sent him a look that could be called fond, at least by his standards.

Mikey giggled alongside him. “Awww Cass! You're so giggly!”

Leo chuckled. “Yeah, how come you aren't like this all the time? Instead of being all sullen and sad lookin, you're worse than Donnie.”

“I'm choosing to ignore that comment.”

Casey squeezed his eyes shut and frantically shook his head, laughing harder when Leo moved to gently tracing along his jawline. Tracing a small scar that seemed to be a lot more sensitive than the rest of the surrounding area.

It had been….a very long time since Casey had laughed like this, since Casey had..felt like this. Felt safe enough to let himself go and relax, to show such vulnerability to a group of people. The last people he’d let see him like this….

Casey chose to pretend the tears welling up in his eyes were just from how hard he was laughing. He simply tilted his head back and grasped onto Leo's wrists, body shaking with laughter as he cracked an eye open to look up at Leo.

The slider was looking down at him with such fondness it nearly took Casey's breath away, he looked at him the same way he looked at Mikey whenever the younger turtle would manage to draw a straight line without his damaged hands shaking and messing him up.

Casey felt his already pink cheeks turning an even darker shade as red as he was quick to look away from the turtle's gaze, ignoring the own warmth he felt in his chest.

Raph, his savior, finally spoke up. Sounding just as fond as Leo had looked.

“Arlight Leo, don't overwhelm him, you know he probably isn't used to this sort of thing.”

Leo scoffed. “Overwhelm him? Pshh the kid loves it, don't you?” The turtle dug his fingers gently into the underside of Casey's chin causing him to snort.

“Leo.” Raph said, using his ‘big brother voice’, Leo sighed.dramtically.

“Alright alright, fine I’ll give the kid a break.” Finally, after a few more pokes, the turtle's fingers slowed to a stop as he released his hold on the teen. Though he kept both his hands resting gently on the boy's shoulder.

Casey gasped softly for air, leaning his head back against Leo's legs as he hiccuped. Rubbing his face with his hands, he groaned.

Amused, Mikey patted him on the head, “Aww, don't be embarrassed Cass, everyones a little ticklish. Plus you have a really cute laugh!”

Casey let out another much more exaggerated groan, Raph chuckled.

“I don't think you're helping him much here Mikey.” The larger turtle said, patting the box turtle on the head, before he turned to look at Casey.

“He's right though, no need to be embarrassed.”

“Yeah.” April snorted. “You might as well get used to it, especially now that you're a part of this family.”

“Unfortunately..” Donnie deadpanned under his breath, earning him a playful prod in the side from April.

“Awww come on D, you know you love it. “

“A hisssss!!”

Casey allowed himself to peek out from his fingers, face still pink, he allowed a slight smile to make its way onto his face.

“I suppose so…” He muttered, Leo sent him a grin, clasping his hands together.

“Right! So that adorable discovery aside-”

“Its not adorable-”

“Hush. Anyways, Now we can work on actually styling your hair for real, all that squirming you did messed up all my work, but since I'm so kind and caring I'm willing to start back from scratch. “

Casey saw the turtle reach from him out of the corner of the eye and he gave a little flinch, Leo froze for a second before he grinned.

“Don't worry Cass, I promise I won't tickle you again….for now..”

Casey narrowed his eyes at the slider, especially for that last part, before he sighed. He let himself relax, leaning against Leo's legs once again.

True to his word, Leo stuck to his promise. He ran his fingers through the teens fluffy hair and began the process of separating it to turn it into a braid. The motions brought a sort of bittersweet nostalgia to Casey's mind as he smiled softly, once again relaxing into the gentle touch.

He listened, half asleep, as the others spoke above him. Leo and Donnie bickering while Mikey hushed them because he was trying to watch the movie, with April threatening to put them all in the get along shirt, whatever that was.

Casey felt himself begin to slip off to sleep for real this time, a small smile on his lips. April's earlier words echoing in his head as he finally drifted off.

“Now that you're a part of this family.”

Yeah, he could get used to this.

#rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #tickle fic #pandabuns fic #ticklish! Casey #Ler! Leo #this was sm fun 2 write u have no idea #wow im a bit rusty #i still hope u guys enjoy!!

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ramzawrites · 2 years

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Frustrated - A chat between Reader and Rise!Leo

Pairings: none, can be read as Rise!Leo x Reader but wasn’t intended

Characters included: Leonardo

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE ROTTMNT MOVIE

Series: No

Summary: Y/N is frustrated after getting wounded during their last mission, so they flee the med-bay to work through that frustration only to be caught by Leonardo.

Words count: 2086

Authors Note: I really got back into TMNT, specifically ROTTMNT and this is my first try at writing something for it, mainly just to test the waters I suppose since I haven’t written anything in so long. I apologize for any typos, I haven’t read it through much since it’s like 1am!

A bandaged fist flies down on a mannequin’s chest. The mannequin was wrapped in soft material so it wouldn’t hurt too much when using one’s fists. Only the face was free from any kind of material since it sported a painted-on face. Furrowed red brows and a scowl to show off that this was supposed to represent an enemy, curtesy by none other than Michelangelo and a Casey Jones. The mannequin was suspended between the floor and ceiling so it would only react slightly to the applied force. This mannequin is primarily used when an instructor teaches others where to hit and where the weakest points are on a humanoid body but right now (Y/N) used it as a punching bag.

They could have gotten out a proper punching bag but the wounds they sustained from the previous fight made it difficult for them to carry heavy things and asking someone else to get one out wouldn’t have worked either because those worrywarts would have just told them to get back into the infirmary.

So, punching the mannequin it was.

(Y/N) got hurt on the last supply run, luckily it wasn’t too bad but the medic who looked over them still thought it was best to assign them some bed rest which meant no missions for them in the meanwhile. Now this, they didn’t like. Ever since the apocalypse doing nothing just felt wrong. Laying around and doing nothing was just a waste of time, there was always something to do! Look over the weapons, check the perimeter, look for a backup safehouse, gather supplies, gather intel, have a look at enemy movements, try to get into contact with more secluded survivor cells, take care of the kids, train, train others and so much more.

So, to lay around and wait until the wounds healed up properly was just frustrating! Especially whenever the others in the hideout would try to basically tie them down on the uncomfortable stretcher in the med bay.

Okay, fair (Y/N) might be a liability on missions outside at the moment but surely, they could help with some maintenance!

Apparently not though. Hence the frustration and hence why (Y/N) was in the training area at the moment, punching a mannequin. Trying to fuel the frustration into the punches in order to clear their head.

The training area, or dojo as some called it, was hidden a way a bit so that when people were training with weapons there was a smaller chance that on lookers might get hurt. This also meant that it’d probably give (Y/N) a few minutes alone punching before anyone noticed that they fled the med-bay once again.

“Are you sure you should be here?”

(Y/N) huffed, well this happened way too early for their liking. They would have preferred to get a few more minutes in, so all they did was ignore the familiar voice and get a few more punches in.

The person chuckled, this time it came from somewhere closer to them but still behind them.

“Should I call doc over because you know if I do, he will tie you down for real this time, (Y/N).”

With a groan (Y/N) dropped their fists to their sides and turned around to finally face Leonardo who just looked at them amused. He had his one arm crossed in front of his chest, his artificial arm was off, probably laying in his private quarter or one of the mechanics was looking over it again.

Raising one eyebrow (Y/N) looked up at the tall turtle mutant and lightly punched his arm “Well do it, I won’t go down without a fight though!”

Leo knew (Y/N) was too hurt and exhausted to really fight them off should he get the doc while (Y/N) knew that Leo could relate to (Y/N) and would rather try to solve the situation differently if possible.

“Oh, really? Even though I am just a concerned friend looking out for his stubborn friend? You’d be that mean?”

(Y/N) didn’t miss a beat, didn’t hesitate when they replied immediately with a dry “Yep.” Making sure to really pop the p at the end of the word.

“You are the worst.” Leo scoffed, his face contorted in a over the top sad expression. His bottom lip jutted out and quivering as if he was about to cry here and there.

But (Y/N) was already way too intimate with this routine and just rolled their eyes.

With this Leo’s expression returned to be more serious again, though his eyebrow was still raised in a silent question “What is up?”

(Y/N) sighed and sat down on the mat they were standing on at the moment. An embarrassed blush appeared on their face when they had to slow down with sitting down when their limbs screamed out in pain at their sudden movement.

They were sure that Leo noticed but he made no comment on it, instead he followed suit and sat cross legged in front of his friend.

“Frustrated?” he asked.

“Oh, so frustrated!” (Y/N) yelled while throwing their arms out in order to reinforce their point. Once again this was a stupid idea since their right shoulder immediately reminded them that yes, they did fall a good few feet right on top of it when they were running away from Krang-Bots.

Leo nodded, once again ignoring how (Y/N) was recoiling in pain “Well, I understand that. I too hate to be bedridden and not doing anything useful.”

“But?”

“You did take multiple falls down a building ending with you landing straight on your nose, if I recall correctly.”

They groaned “This is why I don’t want to go out on errands with you, I can’t lie my way out of this.” A smirk appeared on their face, showing that this was clearly meant to be a joke, so it did surprise them when Leo still had his serious expression on. Not even a twitch to show his amusement.

Oh, he wasn’t their friend right now, he was “fearless leader Leo” right now.

This whole ordeal must have scared Leo more than they initially realized. (Y/N) definitely realized that this whole thing could have ended differently and that they had been damn lucky, they just didn’t take the time to really think about it.

Back when it happened, they had been just in survival mode and pumped full of adrenaline that they managed to get up to run a bit more before they crashed again due to their dizziness and pain. How they didn’t break any bones was still a miracle to them. Guess it did help that they basically fell down a floor, hit the ground, slid off and fell to the next floor which went on for a few more floors.

To that (Y/N) was a master at trying to make everything more lighthearted than it really was. After all the very first thing they said when they woke up in the med-bay again was “I really Tom and Jerry’d that one, huh?”

It was an attempt to make the doctor who looked them over laugh, but it didn’t work. All it earned them was a scowl. Sure, they wore a mask but (Y/N) could tell by the eyes. They are still pretty positive that if Mikey or Leo were in the room they would have laughed.

Then again, seeing how Leo reacted right now they weren’t so sure anymore. Mikey would have though, maybe. Probably.

“Well, it wasn’t… I went through worse, and you know that.”

“(Y/N)-“ Leo began in an exasperated tone only to stop and rub his face tiredly for a second.

This made (Y/N) wince, not expecting the reaction, also not used to people being genuinely worried for them like this. You would think after years of working together to survive you would get the hint at some point that your friends genuinely care for you, but the brain is weird thing, isn’t it?

“Do I have to list off all your injuries right now? Like your concussion! Your spine got hurt pretty bad as well! Honestly, I’m kind of impressed you managed to get up and walk around and even deal with throwing punches but that doesn’t really make it better! Just- Man, we are worried, and we need you and frankly you walking around doing whatever just prolongs this as well for you!”

It sucked when Leo made good points.

(Y/N) bit down on their lip as they listened, nodding to show they understand “I- I know. Just, sitting around feels so unbelievably wrong. There is always so much to do around here and laying around just… It’s difficult. I don’t know when I have nothing to do it feels like I’m forgetting something and my anxiety spikes. In a weird way it feels like I’m getting blind in some regard. Maybe it’s just the fact that I slowly get out of loop whenever I don’t constantly help around in the base. I like to know what is going on around here.”

This time Leo nodded, showing he understood them. After all (Y/N) was kind of the person for everything in the base. Sure, they weren’t amazing with machinery, but they knew where to get certain parts or knew who could get out to get them for example. The heads of the different divisions and even cells started to approach them whenever they couldn’t get ahold of Leo or Mikey. Over time they have kind of become Leo’s right hand and helped organize the survivors. They even took it on their shoulders to teach the young kids a few things since, before the apocalypse, they wanted to become a teacher.

Everyone knew (Y/N) was always busy at all times but still they somehow managed to take time for you if you needed it. It even became a thing people discussed; How does (Y/N) manage to do so much and still find time in between?

The easy answer? Good organizational skills but no, that was too easy for the people. Mikey is still convinced that (Y/N) had a few clones running around. Something that (Y/N) liked to lean into because the thought seemed funny to them. Talking with someone only to run around in the base, come back and act like they haven’t talked to that person yet.

“I get that. Man, you are such a workaholic.”

(Y/N) chuckled at that “Says you? Mister fearless leader?”

Leo sighed “No, but seriously. You gotta rest. If you rest now and do as you are told, then you will be up and about in no time but if you keep getting up and doing whatever then this will take even longer. We were seriously worried about you when we saw you getting tackled and falling down. Scared the ever-living hell out of me. You were so incredibly lucky, did you know that? You could have easily cracked, something or- or everything, really. And I really need your help here. You have skills that I don’t have and I wouldn’t know what to do if you are suddenly out of commission, I’ll be honest.”

“I know. I’ll just… Can I at least rest in my quarters then? There I have my books and so on. Gives me something to do.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” Leonardo smiled fondly. He knew very well that (Y/N) had already read through all their books a couple of times.

“Well then, time for bed!”

Leo slapped his hand down on his knee once before he got up. He then stretched his hand out to help (Y/N) who got up really slowly this time, trying not to upset their limbs and dizzy head more than they already had.

“Okay, old-timer.” Leo whispered under his breath as he pulled them along but (Y/N) still heard that.

(Y/N) gasped out with a mock flabbergasted expression, lightly slapping Leo’s shoulder “How dare you good sir! I am younger than you!”

“Yeah, only by a few months though.”

Both snickered for a moment. Things were always dark and dangerous so to have someone you could lightly joke around with was nice to have. If you asked either of them, they would even say it’s necessary.

“How bad is the pain?”

“Manageable”

“I’ll ask doc if they have some painkillers they can give you.”

“That’s appreciated, nurse Leo.”

“You are correct! I’m your nurse now, so you better listen to me when I tell you that you need bedrest, ya dingus.”

“Yeah, yeah. I gotcha.”

#Reader insert #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt reader insert #rottmnt leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt reader insert #tmnt x reader insert #tmnt x reader #ramza writes

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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~misinformed~

(A ROTTMNT One-Shot)

In which an upset outsider doesn't have all the facts. Donnie intervenes.

(outsider POV. my first time writing in this style :D)

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Your first mistake is thinking it'd be funny.

The mutant turtles—the Hamato's, your friends' supply—have been coming by Run of the Mill for about two years. Every time they show up, something happens, so much so that anyone not living under a rock knows who they are by word of mouth alone. Some of Hueso's newest customers come to see what spectacle the morons make of themselves this time.

The normally straight-laced, no-nonsense bone man doesn't seem to mind. He'll roll his eyes and sigh whenever the Blue one loudly struts in like he owns the place, but he hasn't turned them away since that one time the purple one tried to flip a table and failed.

It's as if the owner has a soft spot for the freaks. You can't imagine why. Not when chaos follows them at every turn, dragging others into it against their will.

Like that time with the Shredder beast that tore up the surface. You could care less about the humans, but you almost felt bad for them once the turtles got involved.

And then there was the invasion.

You were on your way to class when rubble started raining from above. Tendrils of pink, slime-coated tentacles seeped through the cracks of the only barrier between the human world and yours. And you're a big freaking guy, a bull yokai that towers over most of your peers, and you were cowering in a corner until the shaking stopped, and the world went quiet after what felt like years.

You learn later that the fabled Krang had been released from their prison dimension by a group of human cultists called the Foot Clan. The turtles were right in the middle of it.

Some thanked the turtles for cancelling the apocalypse, saving the world in a feat of bravery and selflessness. Others, like yourself, who'd heard from the eyes and ears above ground about how the Foot Clan had released the Krang, wanted to wring their necks.

So when, after two months of no-shows, the Blue one shows up alone wearing an oversized blue hoodie, a brace on his left knee and that stupid grin, approaching the counter with a barely-there limp in his step, you and your friends grin.

Your second mistake is leaving your table.

You wait until Hueso leaves to get his order to approach the boy and tap him on the shoulder. He turns and cranes his neck to meet your eyes, smirk firmly in place as he leans against the counter. “Can I help you?” he asks.

You snort, folding your muscular arms. “You're one of those turtle guys, right?”

Blue raises an eye ridge at you like you're the stupid one, gesturing to himself with a wave of his arm. “I mean, I am a turtle, so...”

You fight to keep your grin. “Yeah. I heard you guys were a big help during that crazy shit with the Krang. Terrible stuff, that was. A miracle you made it out.”

The kid's face twitches in an odd way you've never seen before his grin comes back up like shutters on a door. “Yeah, you could say that,” he says, inspecting his nails. “We're basically legends now, my bros and I. I go by many names, Neon Leon, Nardo, The World's Greatest Ninja--but you can call me Leo, my good man. Need me to sign your napkin for ya? Your face, your shirt—?”

The audacity of this kid. You admit you feel more than a little satisfied when you slap one hand down on the counter, making him jump as you loom over him.

“Sure. You're a hero, alright,” you sneer, drawing up to your full height as the kid bumps the back of his shell against the counter. “But I heard that you and your 'bros' were the morons who let those Foot freaks set the Krang loose in the first place. Ain't that right?”

You watch as the kid goes ridged, eyes wide, the smile wiped clean off his face. Finally. “How—I mean, I—I, uh—”

“What? Got nothing to say?”

You feel eyes on you from other patrons, your friends chuckling from your table, watching the smug idiot under you start to sweat.

“How about I help you? You can start with, I don't know, an apology. How many humans do you think lost their lives up there, hm? I don't give a shit either way, but since you're out here boasting about being their 'hero', I'd say that's a pretty big deal. Or what about the Yokai down here who thought they'd lose everything when the rubble fell and destroyed homes and businesses? You ever think about them while you were up acting like some big-shot playing pretend?” You chuckle. “Must've hurt like a bitch when reality slapped you in the face.”

There's a light tremble in the kid's hands as he tries and fails to muster a smile that falls hilariously flat. “L-Look—look, man,” he stammers, looking away and clutching his wrist with the other hand, subtly trying to skirt around you away from the counter. “It was—I messed up, I know that, and I—”

You don't let him finish. You don't care for his excuses. Instead, you shove him in the chest hard enough that he topples gracelessly to the floor in a heap. Your friends laugh a little louder, and you almost join in. This is their supposed hero?

“Then you got a lotta nerve showing up here like you didn't nearly start the apocalypse, buddy.” You snort again, sending his mask tails flying as he shuts his eyes against your breath. You lean down, lowering your voice into a growl for his ears alone.

“I speak for a lot of us when I say we're sick and tired of you freaks barging in here. We were fine until you showed up, acting like you belong. You ain't even true Yokai—word is you're a bunch of lab accidents that mad bastard Draxum cooked up. You weren't wanted then, and you're sure as hell aren't welcome now, so you'd best be on your way and not show your sorry shell around here again, you freaking pest—”

You have just enough time to watch Blue's eyes snap wide open, haunted and unseeing before a voice stops you cold.

“Hey.”

You lean back and turn around. The Purple one with the fake shell is stomping the distance between you, a look in his eyes that almost makes you think twice. Almost.

Beneath you, Blue is shaking. “D-Don,” he forces out in a choked voice. “You-you're meant to wait out—”

Purple walks right past you, not even looking at you, and kneels beside Blue, taking him by the shoulders, eyes roaming him up and down. “Are you alright? Are you injured?”

Blue looks at you briefly before looking away, utterly cowed. “'m fine.”

“You certainly do not look fine, seeing as you're on the floor, and my scanners picked up an abnormal heart rate increase. Was this fine gentleman responsible or am I misreading the situation again—?”

“Just drop it, Don. Tio's comin' back with our orders soon, so we'll split.”

You watch as Purple's drawn eyebrows (seriously, who does that?) furrow as he helps Blue to his feet. “Don't you wanna talk to Hueso? He hasn't seen you since your rehab started—”

“I know,” Blue snaps, looks like he regrets it, then hangs his head again, staring at the hand holding his wrist. You notice a blue cast under the drooping hoodie sleeve. “I know. But I just. I wanna go home. Okay?”

Purple stares.

You huff. “Better listen to your 'bro', here,” you say. “It's probably the first good idea he's had.”

Your last mistake is opening your mouth.

Purple turns very slowly and finally looks up at you. His expression is blank, unreadable, and even with all your height and strength, you admit it's slightly unsettling.

“I'm sorry,” Purple says, “who the hell are you?”

Behind him, Blue tentatively reaches for his hand and tugs it, whispering frantically—“It's not worth it, Dee, come on, don't make a scene, it's fine—”

Purple whirls on Blue. You can't see the face he's making, but it silences Blue instantly, his eyes wide. Your friends suddenly start whispering harshly at you to back up.

You ignore them, crossing your arms again so your muscles bulge. “Just a resident of the city your friend here nearly destroyed,” you say, riding the high of putting one more smug asshole in his place. It's high time he learned it.

Purple turns around again. He doesn't blink. “Is that so?” he asks.

“Donnie, please—“

“Nardo, I am invoking my rights as the eldest twin to silence you while I have a civil conversation with this good gentleman slash bull-guy,” Purple says in a clipped tone. He slips his hand from Blue's and steps forward until he's toe to hoof with you. He barely reaches your chest, and you almost laugh. “Would you care to elaborate on what you were talking to my brother about?”

You're more than happy to. “Just giving some friendly advice. You all talk a big game, but there's a thing called growing up and taking responsibility. Sooner or later, you'll have to put your toys away and realize real life isn't a game. You don't play hero and expect praise or thanks when things don't go how they do in your video games. That's how little pests like him get—”

Between one breath and the next, Purple grabs the edge of an unoccupied table, ripping it off its hinges and slamming you in the face.

The world goes white for a moment, a ringing in your ears. Warmth leaks down your lip and clogs your nose, and one of your horns feels worryingly loose. The ringing fades, and you realize the restaurant is silent.

You blink once, twice, and on the third blink, you see Purple standing over you with a chair lifted above his head by the legs. His face is murderous.

“Wait—!”

Purple brings the chair down on you with enough force to rattle the bones in your arms as you shield your bleeding face. He swings again, hitting your shoulder. He swings again at your knee, again at your head. Heedless of your cries or the shouts from the wait staff, the chair comes down again and again and again and again, each time a little harder, until the chair finally explodes in a shower of splinters.

You're an aching mess of bruises curled up on the floor, arms over your head like a child. You dare to peek, and Purple is panting hard, a single chair leg in his vice-like grip. Behind him, Blue stares with impossibly wide eyes.

Then Purple raises his head to pierce you with a glare. He stomps a foot on your side, and a pixelated wave of purple energy swirls around his arm, turning the chair leg into a glowing staff that he thrusts under your chin, right against your throat. You don't dare to move an inch even as breathing becomes difficult.

“You seem grossly misinformed, so allow me to do what is typical of my generation and educate you,” he says, his dead monotone belying the bloodlust in his gaze as he holds yours tighter than the staff in his hands. “My brother is sixteen. He is sixteen, and he made a mistake. One he would not have made had he known, had any of us known, what was at stake. But we didn't. He didn't, and he nearly died trying to make things right. Think about that for a second. My sixteen-year-old twin brother nearly killed himself to right a wrong and save not just New York or the Hidden City, but the whole freaking world.”

The tip of the bo presses harder against your neck. You splutter, fighting for breath.

“And you,” Purple hisses, “have no right to judge him. But alas, you were, as stated previously, grossly misinformed. So I will let you off with a warning.”

He leans in close enough that you can see the sparks of purple flashing in his golden eyes like lightning, and you're as stiff as a rabbit under the claws of a hawk. “If you ever come near my brother again—if you even look at him funny, you or your peanut gallery over there, I will hunt you down and reduce you to atoms. And I'll take your stupid freaking horns and hang them on my wall, or use them as mugs, as that seems to be popular with D&D fans. Either way, you will cease to exist, and no one will miss you when you're gone. Are we clear?”

You nod as best as you can, not trusting your voice—it's gotten you in enough trouble—and Purple finally takes the pressure off your neck, removing his foot from your side. You gasp greedily for air, sitting up on your elbows and rubbing your throat, your body throbbing.

Purple has already turned back to Blue, and Hueso's chosen now of all times to come running out, followed closely by one of the servers, a harried-looking dragon yokai. He takes one look at the room, one look at you, before whirling on Purple, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish that you couldn't understand if you tried. Purple wraps an arm around Blue and replies, also in Spanish, in that same dead monotone. Hueso looks at Blue, and something softens in his expression.

Only for it to harden again when he turns to you, bleeding from the face, still on the floor and littered with bruises and splinters of wood. Your friends finally get off their asses and help you up just in time for Hueso to march over and give you all the tongue-lashing of your lives for harassing young customers. You almost fire back, but Purple is watching you. You see your death in his flashing eyes and shut your mouth.

You're escorted out with a warning of a lifetime ban, utterly cowed under the stares of the patrons and the resentful glares of servers as you walk out the door. You feel Purple's eyes on you the whole time, and only when the mystic door swings shut can you breathe again.

You didn't think anything would scare you more than the Krang had, though you never actually saw them. But Purple's threat looms over your head and echoes in your ears, and you wonder.

You don't go back to Run of the Mill again.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #disaster twins #rottmnt fanfic #my writing #I may make a part 2 with Donnie's POV #Leo seems a little OOC but this is from a stranger's POV #protective brother #can you tell i love the disaster twins?

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rhinocio · 1 day

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Tío Tello

#ROTTMNT #TMNT #casey jones #donatello #rhinociart #rottmnt soft apocalypse #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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Moments like these that mean a lot (Rottmnt fic)

This was such a cute idea lol. Had to write it immediately. It takes place in the future.

Warnings: Tickling so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to keep scrolling!!!

Summery: Donnie finds that even adults could use tickles :)

Donnie was hard at work at his computer. There was a lot to do for a scientist in an apocalypse. Meanwhileb but, Leo and little Casey Jr decided to join him. They promised not to bother him though, so he was fine with the company so long as they followed through with that condition.

It wasn’t until, he heard Leo growl playfully, and then a burst of happy giggles from Casey. He looked around to see Leo digging into the little kids tummy.

He felt a slight jolt in his stomach but shook his head. ‘No Donatello’ he thought to himself, ‘you are a grown adult. Tickling is for children.’

However, Leo noticed the look on his face, and smirked, understanding his twin.

Leo knew Donnie would never outright say he wanted tickles if he was ever in a lee mood. Sometimes he wouldn’t even give a hint he wanted tickles at all. He would just suffer with the feelings in silent. Even more so now he would now they were much older. But Leo could tell. He could always tell.

“Hey Donton~ need something?” Well Leo wasn’t just gonna pass up the opportunity to mess with him.

Donnie blushed and turned back around to his work. “N-no I’m busy.” He managed through his embarrassment.

Leo then got up, giving Casey a break, and running to tackle Donnie out of his chair.

“Wha- AH!” Donnie yelped as he landed on the floor. Leo had straddled him, and forced his arms above his head. Just for fun, he began wiggling his fingers playfully at his twin.

Donnie squirmed and tried to pull his arms out of Leos grip, as well as trying to get out from under his brothers weight.

“L-Leo! What are you doing!!” Donnie yelled with annoyance in his voice.

“You need this Donton.” Leo said, shaking his head in mock sternness. With that he began skittering his fingers against Donnie’s sides.

“L-Lehehehohoho!!!”

“What? You wanted this didn’t you?” Leo teased, now moving towards his plastron.

Three year old Casey came over and began poking at one of his exposed armpits.

Donnie squealed and began trying harder to pull at Leo’s grip.

“Wow you found his spot Case, good job!” Leo laughed as he patted the little boys head in praise and joined in by digging his fingers into his other armpit.

Donnie was a complete mess of cackles and wheezes. His he kicked out at his legs and Leo recognized it as happy stims.

Even though every part of Donnie’s nervous system screamed for his attackers to stop, he loved the exhilarating feeling that was going through his mind and body.

“Having fun Donnie?” Leo grinned.

“NAHAHAHA SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!!”

Leo gasped playfully. “Don’t talk like that around sensitive ears!!!” He said, referring to Casey Jr. “You’re lucky I can’t get to your soft shell!!”

Leo saw that Donnie was reaching his limit when his twin faded into silent hysterical laughter. He let go of his brothers arms and held on to Casey’s hands to tell him to stop. He then got off him.

Donnie took a bit to finally catch his breath. “You ok Don?” Leo asked with a smirk.

Donnie huffed out excess giggles. “Ihim fihine…”

Leo knew Donnie would never admit it, especially behind his stoic and more serious exterior, but it was moments like these that Donnie loved and enjoyed deeply. And Leo knew just how much it meant to him.

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mythica0 · 1 year

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Bubbly

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Donnie (again - lol)

🍫: Mikey, Leo

Summary: Donnie needs to smile more! So, his sunshine brothers help him stop thinking and replace it with pure, bubbly laughter.

A/N: I really like the idea that Leo and Mikey just one day decide Donnie dosent smile enough and decide to fix that. :) This takes place post-movie. I don’t think there are army spoilers, but take this as your warning just in case

Bubbly

The Hamato brothers were sitting in the lair, hanging out.

It was just them today, as the humans were up on the surface doing human things. (I.e preparing Casey for school and life outside of apocalypse)

They were playing some games with eachother, laughing and generally having a good time. Almost all of them had smiles on their faces.

Almost. Donnie looked as stoic as ever. Staring into space as if lost in thought.

Leo rolled his eyes a little ‘he’s probably overthinking one thing or another’

Mikey also saw issue with this. Everything was fine, the day was bright! And yet here was his purple-clad brother, drawn-on brows furrowed and a slight frown plastered on.

After another round of games and some light hearted banter, Leo finally spoke up.

“Yo, DonTon, don’t you ever get tired of overthinking everything?”

This seemed to snap the Soft shell out of a trance .

“Huh? What are you talking abou-“

Mikey cut him off, “yeah! You need to smile more! Stop looking so grumpy!”

“What he said!” Leo agreed, before continuing

“you almost never smile, and when you do it’s usually at someone else’s expense. Can’t you be genuinely happy for once?”

Raph looked on with a slight find look. He knew where this was going. Best to leave them to it.

Donnie’s brow furrowed further at the words. ‘What the heck are they talking about? I mean yeah, it’s true I have a stoic appearance, but that dosent mean anything!’

His train of thoughts quickly spiraled into ‘buts-‘ and ‘what ifs?’

Leo sighed and internally rolled his eyes. ‘Classic Donnie overthink’ before he spoke .

“That’s it. No more thinking for you, mister.”

And he pulled Donnie down to the floor, subtly motioning for Mikey to join him.

The youngest turtle instantly complied, coming over and kneeling next to the twins.

“What- Nardo?” Donnie asked startled.

Leo then quickly began to scribble against Donnie’s sides and ribs, repeating his previous sentiment.

“You think too much! You need to stop thinking and just laugh and smile for a while!” (A/N: hehe Ryhmes!)

Mikey nodded and hummed in confirmation. He couldn’t agree more!

Soon enough, he joined in on the tickle-party. Tracing along his older brother’s plastron and shell.

It was then that Donnie really regretted leaving his Battle shell in his lab for the cleaning process. Even though it was only light tracing and scribbles, His shell was an absolute death spot.

He broke down into hysterical giggles, not fighting back and just going limp.

As the sunshine brothers had hoped, all thoughts left the Tech-wiz’s mind. They were all replaced with just one little thought circling over and over in his head.

‘That tickles so bad!’ Bubbly laughter poured out of him nonstop.

The smile the others had wanted to see was spread wide across Don’s face, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed.

He was actually having fun! Although he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself.

Not that he could anyway, with his brain being turned to mush.

He couldn’t even speak, all that came out of his mouth when he tried were frantic cackles.

After about a minute, when Donnie started wheezing, the two attackers took the sign to stop.

Leo brought him some water as Mikey rubbed away ghost tickles.

Donnie mean while, was still panting out little giggles, a wide, cheerful smile stuck to him.

“Well, look who we made into soap!” Leo called.

At the others confused glances, he finished his joke.

“Why else would he be all bubbly?”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!donnie #ler!leo #ler!mikey

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cosmoshard · 10 months

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Ohhh, can you elaborate on the Mutant/Yokai apocalypse au??

Okay funny thing: i wrote this au back in 2021 when Rise was just beginning to air its second season, so I had no way of knowing we were gonna get a movie, nor what its plot would be like, so imagine my surprise when I look back at this au and realize its just an alternate, (much more amateur) version of the Rottmnt movie premise. Now its not plot for plot, there’s a ton of differences OKAY LEGGO!!✨

Like the movie: the turtles are all adults and the leaders of the revolution, with the help of their friends. They are in hiding from the rest of the world because of lack of warning before the invasion/revolution and are slowly fighting back. All the turtles had roles to play: Leo was a fighter pilot/foot-soldier, operating from the air where he had a birds eye view. Rlly leaned into his cocky do-it-his-own-way attitude lol. He also adopted a small yokai girl he found one day on the battlefield.

Raph was the tank, the one always on the front lines, first one there and last one out. He got real tough over the years so he was always using himself as a shield. He also saw a lot of allies die so he became quieter and more stoic. The opposing side called him Walking Death because whenever he arrived he would lay waste to thousands of their kind, mind stuck in savage raph as a way to cope wt all the violence. Raph had a relationship with a mona lisa type character and he has a small kid named enan, who’s a mutant Gecko/turtle hybrid.

Donnie was the brains of the operation as usual, in classic neurodivergent fashion he forgets to take care of himself and holes up in his underground lab where he tries to constantly stay on top of the Yokai’s mystic magic with new inventions. A bad lab accident left his shell and backbone exposed along with destroying his left arm and scarred his side pretty bad. He now has a robot arm and is bionically attuned to his inventions. (I have a more on his inventions but i dont want to spoil it all as i might keep them for future ideas :D)

Mikey is the cook/home-base man. Making sure everything stays running and doing his best to keep the family together. He is fastly becoming more doctor Delicate Touch moreso then Soft Mikey as he used to be. He is also gets to babysit the most often cuz he’s always at home 🙄/lh

April became their resident Medical Expert and has appointed herself as Donnie’s daily nagger to get sleep and food. She also ends up being a sort of therapist for the resistance but doesnt give herself the same luxury even tho the bros offer many times. Because she stays in base most of the time her and Mikey end up shouldering the same responsibilities and they understand each other on a deeper emotional level then most of the family.

Other Characters Roles:

Shredder is back and is the leader of the yokai’s, but is distant and only using them to conquer the world and become emperor. Baron Draxum is his Star General and the one mostly in the spotlight, therefore directly influencing the yokai below them, (and any major decisions they came up with.) Big mama demanded to be called Empress and she commands most of the army

A couple more things✨

Shredder’s whole plan is to reach the core of the planet to find the source/core of all mystic energy (which was later revealed to be canon!?? in the s2 finale wt the empyrean spring beneath the hidden city.) the resistance has to find it before shredder can so they can turn the tide of the war.

That’s basically it, other than plot points, thank you for asking!!! It took a little bit to make it coherent because i write in bullet notes lol, if ya want to know we can dm or reblog chain :3

#My chest of treasures #Rottmnt #manga-toons #THANK YU FOR ASKING IM SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE TO ANSWER #I MEANT TO ANSWER THE SAME DAY :(((#rottmnt movie

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