#tmnt stocking stuffers

[scholastic-dragon]

It says that requests are opened?! Hope this is ok;Bayverse boys getting caught under the mistletoe with their crush?! Is it too early for Christmasy asks?

It is never too early for Christmas asks

Bay!Turtles x Gn!reader

Tmnt Stocking Stuffers

Mistletoe or Mistle-foe

Leo:

Leo's crushing on you baaaaad. But he has no idea how you feel and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

This is when his brothers step in: much to his dismay

They've noticed how you both act differently around each other: the long glances, always laughing together, the way you sit next to him during movie night

The tipping point was seeing Leo smiling at his phone while texting you

It was a week before Christmas and Mikey invited you over to help decorate the lair. You took the bait and eagerly showed up in a classic ugly Christmas sweater.

He gave you a box of decorations and told you to start in the dojo. As you opened the door you found Leo there, getting ready to start his morning training.

"Oh, hey Y/n," (why was his smile and wave so cute?!)

"Hi, I'm sorry am I interrupting? I can come back later-" You try to turn and leave feeling your face heating up.

"No, it's alright, just stay away from the training mat, alright?" He winked. Why did he have to wink?

Doing as he said, you were careful to avoid the training mat so he wouldn't accidentally hit you. Hanging up garland and lights all along the walls and ceiling.

Leo stretched and moved so gracefully you stopped for a moment to just admire him. He truly was magnificent.

After finishing his stretches, he went over to the back wall to retrieve his katanas from the top rack, conveniently right next to where you were.

You were looping Christmas lights around the weapons stand.

"I like the lights," He smiled lifting his katanas up, his voice went quiet and he froze.

You turned to him and saw that a piece of mistletoe was tied to the end of his katana.

You flushed bright red. You both stood there for a moment, unable to think or move.

Leo cleared his throat, gently leaned down and pressed a chaist kiss on your cheek. He tried to turn away but you caught his arm, turning him back to you.

"You missed," His stomach dropped.

"What?" Stop being a dumbass Leo! He mentally smacked himself.

"You're supposed to kiss on the lips under mistletoe," Your eyes darted from his wide blue eyes to his lip, and to add salt to the wound you licked your lips.

Leo was sure his knees were going to give out. He lowered the katana, being careful not to hurt you and took a step closer to you.

Your neck craned up and you could feel his uncertaint breaths on your face. You pouted your lips and closed your eyes, and after a moment you felt his lips gingerly meet yours.

You heard his katanas hit the floor as his hands came up to your hips, traveling up your sides and pulling you flush against his plastron.

You pulled away, panting heavily in each other's faces.

"Was that what you meant? Is that how you're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe?" He sighed, hand coming up and brushing your hair out of your face.

"Almost," You smiled, cupping his face. "Let me show you how it's done,"

Raph:

Raph was pissing you off, something he did daily. Today he just wouldn't stop the teasing, he'd pinch your sides making you squeal and jump and hit his arm. He kept using you as a arm rest and calling you short and small, and then he had the nerve to say you should apply to be one of Santa's elves!

You grumbled to yourself as you sat next to Mikey playing Mario Kart. "He's just being a jerk," You say through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, that's Raph," Mikey furiously clicked his controller, neither of you looking at each other. "But there might be a way to get back at him,"

"What do you mean?" The race ended and you both looked to each other. Mikey picked up his soda, taking a sip and nodding his head to Raphs weight room.

You followed his stare, gasping when you saw a small cluster of mistletoe hanging from his bench press bar.

"That'd get him to shut up," Mikey bumped your arm, you didn't look away.

You smiled to yourself, getting up and getting a cold water from the fridge before approaching Raph in the weights room.

"Hey, Raph," You smiled.

"What's up, short stack?" He set down his barbells, putting all his focus on you.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not that short,"

"Yeah, and I could make it in a playboy magazine," He scoffed, wiping his face and shoulders with a towel.

"Anyway, I brought you a water," You hand him the bottle, he takes it with a mumbled thank you and drunks half of it in three gulps.

He gets up and goes over to his bench press, somehow not noticing the small plant hanging in the middle of the bar.

"Do you need something else?" He mumbles, eyes focused on you as he starts to lay back.

"Can I spot you?" You realized if you stood there and kept him talking he wouldn't even see the mistletoe.

He barked a laugh, laying down fully, still looking at you. "It'll crush you and me, Shrimpy,"

Oh that was it. He puts his hands on the bar, still not fazed by the plant. How had he not noticed it?

You walked around the bench he was laying on, standing above his head, looking down at him. His eyes lifted to yours finally seeing the little plant wrapped around the bar.

"What the-"

Before he could respond you bent down, careful of the bar and kissed him. Pressing your lips, honeslty a little messily against his. You pulled off with a pop, a small line of spit following you.

His eyes were huge, hands gripping the bar so tight his knuckles were pale.

"Bye!" You smiled, walking away quickly.

"Wait!"

You heard several loud bangs and clangs, it was a challenge for Raph to use the bench press on a normal day, but with how fast he flew to try and catch you, he knocked over the whole thing.

"Y/n, come back!"

You started to run down the tunnels, laughing as you hear him screaming after you.

Donnie:

Donnie was a smartass, a stubborn smart-ass at that.

He just had to be right and would fight tooth and nail until proven right.

"Not all Christmas decorations are bad, Donnie," You shake your head, digging through an old box of Christmas decorations. He had asked you to help him clean up his lab and you'd found the box.

"I'm pretty sure they are" He was across the room, going through a different box, his shell to you.

"Even those fun blow up inflatables?"

"Especially those things! I used to have nightmares about those things," He didn't turn to look at you as you spoke.

"Christmas trees?"

"They just make a mess and most of the ornaments are glass and break at the slightest touch,"

"What about the lights?"

"The lights that drain people's electricity bills?"

Damn, he had a point, but you were going to let him win this time. There had to be one Christmas decoration he liked.

Digging through the box you found the perfect thing.

You walked up to him, tapping his arm, holding your hands behind your back.

He turned to you, raising a brow at your mischievous smile. "What?"

"What about this decoration?" You held up your arm, dangling from your fingers was a small strand of mistletoe.

"Uh....well.....um," His heart was pounding against his chest, his palms sweating immensely.

"What? Oh, come on, you had something bad to say about everything else, what's bad about this?" You shook the plant in his face, enjoying how he swallowed hard.

"Well, it's not fun when you get stuck under it with someone you don't like or don't want to kiss,"

"Then what's this?" Your eyes shift from his eyes to his now dry lips. "Is this not fun?" You whisper, leaning closer, he knew what you meant, feeling his knees start to shake.

"No, I don't mind it, if you're the one standing under it,"

"Good," You flung the plant over your shoulder, throwing your arms up around his neck, pressing your lips to his.

He sqeaked in surprise, but instantly relaxed in your arms, wrapping his own around your torso. One hand pressed against your lower back pressing you flush against him, the other traveled up your spine and tangled in your hair.

"So," You pulled away, Donnie not allowing you even an inch to separate. "Not all Christmas decorations are bad?"

"Shup up," He mumbled, pulling you back in for a kiss.

Mikey:

Mikey knocked on your living room window, pulling it open and calling out. "Y/n? I'm here!"

"Kitchen!" You yelled back. He took off his gear, pulling it nicely by the door and walking through your apartment.

You were mouthing the words to a Christmas song, eating red and green M&M's wearing an adorable red checkered apron.

"Well, don't you look cute," Mikey smiled, coming around to your side, wrapping you in a big hug.

"Hey, Mikey, thanks for coming and helping me bake for my office party tomorrow,"

"Of course!" He rubbed his hands together. "Let's get started!"

You already had a batch of cookies in the oven, so he only had to make some more dough and you'd be set on cookies. You started on a simple pie crust.

You chatted (and flirted) while baking, feeding each other candy and frosting.

The cookies you put in when he got there were done, you pulled them out and set them to cool. After a few minutes you started to frost them.

"Okay, how's that?" You ask, he sets his dough down and turns to see your cookies.

It's a simple sugar cookie but it's shaped and colored like mistletoe.

"It's.....mistletoe," Mikey swallowed hard.

"Isn't it cute!" You clap your hands together.

"Well, you know what that means," Mikeh teased, nudging your arm. You nudged back, going in to frost another in green icing.

"We should eat some?"

"No," He leaned against your kitchen counter, crossing his arms in amusement.

"They need candy on top?"

"Babycakes, what do people normally do under mistletoe?"

Oh.

Oh.

You turn around slowly, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You clear your throat, fighting off the blush covering your face and neck.

"Well, of its tradition, we probably shouldn't break it," You wipe your palms on your apron.

"Probably best if we didn't," Mikey joked with you, taking a step forward, cupping your face with one of his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

One hand slid around your waist, he slowly leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours.

Your hand came up and held his wrist, rubbing at his pulse point and feeling how fast it was.

He tried to pull back, but you leaned forward, wrapping your hands around his neck, making him move his hands to your back.

"No, no, I'm not done yet," You smile against his lips.

It wasn't a problem though, he had no intention of going anywhere.

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[tmnt-tychou]

(Thank you to @turtlebros4u for the amazing cover art!)

Please accept my humble and quickly put-together submission for the TMNT Stocking Stuffer challenge. I didn’t think I was going to write something, but I guess I had one in the tank. (People familiar with the New York area, please forgive me if I got any locations wrong. I’ve never been there.)

GN Reader x 4 Turtles (Action and fluff)

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83

A Christmas to Remember

You just wanted all of them to have a nice Christmas. Your very first Christmas with these wonderful, amazing people—turtles—in your life. They were bright, colorful, caring, and it was a shame they were forced to hide below ground, in the dark. Especially around the holidays. You wanted to do something special for them.

Unfortunately, the lively, energetic turtles you had known in the summer turned into slothful, cranky, sleepy reptiles in the winter. With the temperatures dropping as Christmas grew closer, they spent more and more time sleeping. Sometimes over twelve hours at one time. Splinter told you this was normal for them. Turtles experienced a slow down in their metabolism. Not quite a hibernation, but it made them listless. For a regular turtle, this was normal. For a mutant ninja turtle, this looked more like winter depression to you.

They didn't want to do anything. Normally ravenous, they didn't even care to eat as their metabolism slowed. Cuddling up on the couch in a turtle pile and watching movies was about their only speed, and most of the time, they would all be asleep by the end. And they liked Christmas, the idea of it, but when the holiday actually came around, they didn't have the energy for it.

Energy or not, you were determined to give them a Christmas they wouldn't forget. And, bless their hearts, they really tried. They were trying their best for you. You told them you were taking them out so they better be prepared. They got all their sleeping in before you showed up. And when they dressed up to go out, you couldn't help but laugh. They looked like they were venturing out to the deep arctic and not spending a few hours in a New York, Christmas Eve Winter.

Each wore thick boots, pants and patched together coats made from pieces of smaller, human shaped coats. Three-fingered gloves, hats and hoods covered their green skin as much as humanly possible. As if they would die if a single snowflake were to touch them.

And they were equally unenthused about it as if the deep arctic was their destination. You were the main source of positive vibes and happy chatter as all of you made your way to the surface and stole to the New York City rooftops. They did finally start perking up as they took turns carrying you from roof to roof as they ran around and looked at all the lights and festivities the city had to offer.

Nearly two hours in and the last stop on the list was Rockefeller Center where all of you gazed down at the giant tree and watched the ice skaters below. Even from this high up, you could hear the Christmas music pumping up from below.

“You know, I've never seen it in person before,” Raphael said, watching the lights of the massive tree. “It's right at our door and we never bothered to get out.”

“It's so pretty,” Michelangelo marveled.

At either of your sides stood Donatello and Leonardo. They were smiling. No more cranky faces.

“Thanks for making us come out,” Leonardo said. “This was nice.”

You smiled back, absolutely ecstatic that they were having a good time. They were so grumbly at first, you worried they would end up irritated with you by the time they made it back. That you could bring some holiday joy to their very sleepy winter months made you so happy. This was the best present they could ever give you.

They remained here the longest, taking it all in. Soaking up the pureness of a holiday they often slept through. You wandered to each of them, taking in their joy, putting your head on their shoulders and listening to that happy chatter between brothers you had missed from the warmer seasons.

Eventually, the cold got to them again and they decided to call it night. Leonardo had you draped over his shoulder, your arms around his neck as he jumped from one building to another. Not your favorite turtle-involved activity, but you did secretly like being this close to them, feeling their effortless power under you. Your face was always burning hot when they put you down. Even now, it was enough to keep you warm as the chilly wind of their speed stung your face.

Block after block they traveled, heading home. Though warmer below, it was faster to go topside. And it seemed they really did enjoy being outside after sitting in the winter blues for so long. They were running at fine speeds and enjoying the fresh air in their lungs. Then, a bullet whizzed by Donatello's head, nearly grazing his mask.

All four turtles stopped and crouched. Surrounded on all sides on various rooftops were Foot Soldiers. Some with guns, others with swords. As if they had been waiting for you. As if they had watched all of you this whole night and new exactly which direction you would be headed on your way back.

Leonardo tightened his grip on you—mostly on your ass, since that's where his hand rested—as he mentally counted all his opponents. There were too many and they were surrounded on all sides.

“I guess that answers that question about whether the Foot gives you holiday time off,” Donatello quipped.

“Give us a break, guys. It's Christmas!” Michelangelo cried, hands up.

Another shot rang through the night and Raphael jerked back as the bullet grazed his bicep. By now, the Foot knew better. They knew the shells could withstand bullets from most guns. They knew now to aim for the fleshy parts, and the head.

“Raph!” you screamed as he gripped his arm.

Leonardo didn't wait around for a second shot. They couldn't chance taking a stand against that many armed Foot with you there, exposed and vulnerable. He jumped off the building and his brothers followed, rebounding off various fire escapes on his way down.

You screamed and covered your head as the sounds of gunfire echoed in your ears. Your body was jerked around as Leonardo hit the ground and took off running. Daring to glance up, you saw a rain of masked Foot Soldiers falling from the building tops after you. There was a road ahead and Leonardo had no choice but to sprint into the on-coming traffic. The squealing of brakes and tires, the blaring of horns filled your ears as he leaped and jumped from the top of one car and another to make it to the other side. The rest of the brothers ran on either side of you and the bullets kept flying.

Behind you, you saw Donatello stumble and nearly fall, but then continue running with a hand on his thigh. You were shaking, too scared to scream his name. The Foot were going to kill them all and there was nothing you could do to protect them.

Then, Leonardo suddenly slid to a stop in the snow. The brothers found themselves on a pier, only the Hudson River ahead of them. A white layer of ice and snow covered the river, leading out into the darkness.

“There's no way!” Raphael yelled. “We're too heavy. We'll never make it across.”

Michelangelo cried out as a bullet hit him. You ducked as you felt one ping off Leonardo's shell close to your head.

“We have no choice!” Leonardo ordered. His grip on you was bruising, but you felt nothing but fear. “Swift and light, boys. Go!”

They jumped from the pier and ran across the bridge of ice. The Hudson River was a half mile wide and you could hear the crack of the ice as the heavy turtles ran across it. From your vantage point over Leonardo's shoulder, you could see some Foot were following, but others had remained on the pier. Either way, they were getting further and further behind as the turtles ran at full speed. A speed no normal human hoped to match.

The sounds of gunfire became more distant. They were going to make it! And then, a sickening crack echoed in your ears. The slap of ice and wetness. They were only halfway across and the bridge was too thin. The ice gave way and all of you plunged into the dark, gelid water.

It took all of your control not to gasp at the sudden cold as you were pulled under the surface. You had never felt such an intense, bitter, painful chill in all your life. It made you muscles seize and ache, your lungs burn, your brain panic.

Something strong grabbed you and yanked you toward the surface, but all you hit was a heavy chunk of ice, keeping you from live-giving air. You couldn't see a thing in the darkness, only hear the heavy thunk of what you imagined was a strong fist trying to break through the ice. You were running out of air. You needed to breathe.

You must have passed out for a moment, because the next thing you remember was being dragged from the icy water and up the snow-covered riverbank. Raphael had you now, on his hands and knees, heaving as it seemed to take every ounce of his strength to haul both himself and you to safety.

You quickly made a mental count: one, two, three...four. All four brothers were on the bank. Leonardo was next to you, his body visibly shaking from the cold. On the other side of Raphael, Donatello coughed violently in the snow. Michelangelo was a little higher up the bank.

“Dudes, where are we?” he asked with chattering teeth.

“If we made it to the other side...maybe Hoboken?” Donatello ventured to guess.

“New Jersey?” Raphael growled in your ear. “Great, I'm going to die of hypothermia in J-Jersey.”

You could hear all of their teeth chattering from the cold. Yours were, too. Your fingers and toes might as well have been missing. You couldn't feel them at. But, if you focused enough, you could force your shivering limbs to work and you pulled yourself to your feet.

You were the only one.

“Come on, guys, get up. You can't stay here.”

Leonardo was doing his best, but he couldn't get up higher than on his knees. The others seemed incapable of even trying. They were reptiles. The cold slowed them down, shut down their bodies. And they would die out here of exposure just as easily as you would if you all stayed.

You ran to Michelangelo first and tugged on his arm. “Come on, Mikey, get up. You have to get up!”

His arm was slick with blood, though he didn't seem to feel the bullet wound right above his elbow. He was too cold to feel anything.

“I...I don't think I can,” he said weakly.

“Yes you can.” You looked him in the face, determined. “Get your legs under you and get up. Do it for me. Please?”

He smiled weakly, but there was a new resolve in him. “Anything for you, Babe.”

He put his all into it, managing to get up on shaky legs. You quickly pressed yourself against his side to steady him. Both of you were shivering, but you held each other up. You doggedly urged him up the bank, one foot in front of the other. And up the embankment, you saw an old, abandoned building several yards out. It was like a miracle from God.

This renewed both your efforts and the two of you pushed for the building. It had a slide-up entrance big enough for a vehicle to drive through. Michelangelo helped you force it open and then you helped him stumble inside.

Within, there was nothing but a wide-open cement floor and what looked like dusty construction equipment and supplies near the back. No light. Definitely no heat. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than laying in the snow on the riverbank.

You ran back down to the river, falling on your face along the way as your frozen limbs refused to move as well as they used to. You forced yourself back up, caked in snow and slid down the embankment to the remaining turtles. Leonardo had managed to get upright again and was trying to get to Raphael.

You grabbed the leader in blue and pulled him away.

“No, help them first,” he insisted, and then nearly fell back down.

“I'm helping all of you, but you're next,” you insisted. “Come on, I found a place.”

Leonardo grunted as your pulled him along. He hated to be told what to do, but he was in no position to argue. You were the only warm-blooded one among them. You were faring better than the brothers—for now. Your body might give out to the cold eventually, but you were determined to pull as many turtles to safety as you could before that happened. As cold as you were, maybe if you could force yourself to keep moving, you would be okay.

The frigid winter air against your wet clothes was torture. There was no hope of your body warming itself as every bit of body heat was stolen by the breeze. Still, you pressed on as you and Leonardo dragged yourselves to the storage building.

He was barely at the door before you turned and ran back. Running made the cold worse. Your muscles were struggling, as if the line from your brain to your legs were being cut. Your hair was now a solid ice clump on your head. But you forced yourself forward and slid back down the embankment. There, Raphael had managed to get himself to Donatello and they were trying to help each other climb up.

“Get Donnie next,” Raphael told you. “He's hurt.”

You looked to where Donatello was pressing a hand to his thigh, but you didn't see anything. Walking around him, the bullet had pierced the back of his thigh and his pants were darkened in blood.

“At least the river greatly slowed the blood flow, so chances of bleeding out are low,” Donatello managed to say.

“Small favors,” you said with a hopeful smile. “Come on, get up. It's not far.”

Donatello struggled. His long limbs would not cooperate and you both fell down several times trying to get to the building. Leonardo came back out, determined to help and you wanted to yell at him. You were trying to get turtles INTO the building. They were not helping if they were coming back out. Yet, between the two of you, you all managed to stumble inside.

Still one more turtle to go. Your pants had frozen to your legs so much that they made a cracking sound any time you moved. Your feet were in icy puddles in your shoes and your sweater was pretty much a soaked sponge.

With determination, you shrugged off your coat, peeled the soaked, also nearly solid sweater from your body and dropped it to the ground. The coat was more like one of those water resistant ski jackets and didn't retain nearly as much water. You zipped it back on and went back out one more time.

You found Raphael nearly at the top of the bank. Both of you were frosted in white snow, your bodies too cold to melt it.

“Come on, big guy, I've got you,” you said between blue lips as you pulled at him.

He was so much bigger and heavier than you, no amount of pulling on your own would have made a difference. But your shaking form was enough to steady him and the two of you stumbled for the building.

“Look at you, saving our asses,” he mumbled with humor.

“You're saving yourself,” you insisted. “I'm just here for moral support.”

He snorted and the two of you finally made it.

Instantly, you began tugging at their heavy clothes. “Take these off. They're soaked. You're going to freeze to death.”

They were so bloodless and lethargic. Three of them had been shot. Leonardo was the only one who managed to escape any bullets. You had a suspicion it was because his brothers kept him and you in the front while you fled to minimize any possible hits. But you didn't let yourself think about it for long. Your brain was in survival mode. You couldn't sit down and rest or you might not be able to get back up. You had to keep your muscles moving. It was the only way to stay warm.

So you stubbornly kept working, yanking soaked, frozen winter clothes off very cold turtles. As their skin was exposed to the open air, they huddled together to keep warm in a big turtle pile. Which would have been cute in any other situation. They weren't just trying to keep themselves warm. Arms around each other, they tried to warm up their brothers. The scene made you more determined. You had to get them warm. If the Foot found them, they would be sitting ducks.

Grabbing Donatello's pack, you fished around for a flashlight and then went deeper into the building to see if there was anything you could use. Old packs of concrete, some of the bags split open. An out of date fork lift that probably didn't work anymore. There was a whole pile of large tarps. A flimsy insulation, but better than nothing to protect bodies from direct exposure to cold concrete.

And, your saving grace, you found some old wood pallets.

The turtles looked up as you dragged one of the pallets over to them. “Break this into pieces. I'm going to try to build a fire. Anyone pack a lighter?”

*************

You were almost done. You closed the door to keep air out, you got the turtles on their new tarp beds where they now huddled as one giant pile. You managed to get a fire going and now you were nearly done wrapping up the last of the bullet wounds. Luckily, the guys always brought a first aid kit whenever they went out. Unfortunately, there was still a bullet in Donatello's leg and Michelangelo's arm. They would have to wait for removal.

With the last of your energy, you dragged a second pallet over for breakdown to make sure you would have enough wood to last the night. Then, you just dropped on your ass on the floor, staring at the fire. There was nothing else to do, you had done the best you could. All your reserves were gone.

At least now you had heat and it felt so good just to sit in front of the fire and let it warm you. You weren't shivering anymore. All your limbs were numb. Maybe that was bad. You thought you read somewhere that when the shivers were gone that was the next stage of hypothermia. But you weren't sure. Your brain was sluggish. It had no more input to give you now that you had done all the tasks. You had now redeemed yourself.

“Sorry,” you told the turtles across the fire. “If I hadn't insisted you guys go out, none of this would have happened. I almost got you killed. I'm so sorry.”

“Hey, that is not your fault,” Raphael shot back. “It's the Foot's fault for being assholes. And it's our fault for forgetting that we needed to keep an eye out. We got sloppy, not you.”

“No one's blaming you,” Donatello confirmed. “I'm still glad we did it. I hadn't had that Christmas feeling since we were kids. I had forgotten all about it. I was glad to remember it again.”

“Ditto!” Michelangelo cut in. “You make a turtle feel young at heart again.”

You smiled softly. It was all you could manage. You couldn't make your body move, now that you had finally allowed it rest.

“Hey,” Leonardo called to you. “Why are you over there? Come sit with us and get warm.”

You just looked at him and slowly blinked. Sitting over there sounded nice, but what sounded even nicer was to let the blackness of sleep take you. Your head lolled forward and then the rest of you slowly fell over on your side. There, now you could go to sleep. And you wished the boys would stop yelling your name. You were so tired.

At some point, you were aware of strong arms picking your boneless body off the floor. You were set among a nest of large forms and green hands worked to gently peel the soaked clothes off your body. Left in just your underwear, you were the center of the turtle nest as they all huddled together to get warm. Their bodies were still so cold against your skin. None of you were producing any heat from your bodies, but you still tried.

You took the nearest cold hand you could grab and pressed it to your stomach, trying to warm it. As the fire's heat settled into your skin and in the air, you grabbed the next green hand to replace it, rubbing the fingers.

They were too cold, too cold. They needed to get warmer. Your brain just kept going over that mantra, even as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Through the night, you don't remember much if any talking among the brothers. You do remember them often rotating spots so the turtles on the outside could then spend some time on the inside of the cuddle pile.

You were always in the middle; always kept warm and protected. Always surrounded by solid plastrons and thick thighs as they kept your off the cold ground with their own limbs. By the time the gray winter sun eked in through the dirty windows, you were sore and still tired, but toasty warm as a fire still crackled on front of you. And very large turtle bodies protectively huddled around you.

As you awoke, the first thought in your mind was if they were all okay. But the first sign of movement from you had Michelangelo singing loudly in your ear.

“We wish you a merry Christmas!”

You groaned.

“We wish you a merry Christmas!”

“Mikey, nooo...”

“We wish you a merry Christmaaaas!”

“Mikey, shut it!” Raphael barked.

“AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

You rolled to press your face into the plastron of the very turtle that was singing to you and you could feel the vibrations of his laughter. Your second half lay in the lap of Donatello and he rubbed your leg to warm it up.

“How do you feel? Does anything hurt?”

All your muscles hurt, but you sat up with a smile. “I'm fine. I'm worried about you and your leg.”

Leonardo approached, holding out your ski jacket. “Here, put this on, it's mostly dry now. We managed to get one of the cells to work and called April. She's coming to get us.”

“I'll be fine once we can get back to the lair and take care of everyone's wounds,” Donatello confirmed. “You got us out, we're all okay.”

As you blissfully wrapped yourself in your jacket, you smiled thankfully. This could have ended  badly. These dear friends you had in your life could have been taken from you so easily. Yet, all of you survived. Christmas miracle? Maybe.

A solid bang on the door made them all jump, then it was yanked open, revealing April's perturbed countenance. She was not happy to be called out at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning.

“Get your shells in gear before anyone sees me driving that fugly van of yours!” she called.

When she actually saw the state of her turtles and their wounds, she quickly changed from irritated old sister to mother hen. She checked each turtle over and helped them into the van. You were grateful for her. You could never trust if the turtles told you they were alright. They would want to keep you from worrying. But if April looked them over and saw they looked like they weren't in any immediate danger of dying, you could believe that.

You crawled into the back seat with Leonardo, since you two were the only ones without any bullet wounds. Donatello had to sit in the front with his bad leg. The other brothers took the middle.

“Not the best Christmas ever like I had hoped,” you lamented as you all drove away.

“Hey, sometimes any Christmas you survive is a good Christmas,” Raphael joked in front of her.

Leonardo took your hand and squeezed. “It's definitely one we'll remember for the rest of our lives.”

“I mean, we did all get naked together. That's a pretty good Christmas,” Michelangelo grinned back at you.

You reached in front of you to hug him around the neck. “I'm just glad you're all okay.”

“We're glad you're okay, too. You had us worried for a minute last night.”

You weren't sure what to say about that. You had never worried about yourself that night. Instead, you just kissed his dome and settled back in for the ride home.

************

Once returning to the lair and receiving hot baths and warm clothes, a fussy Splinter tended to his son's wounds and made all of you eat. You brought out your presents for them: giant, thick, weighted blankets that the guys all immediately curled up with in the living room. Thirty minutes into watching “The Grinch” and they were all sound asleep. And you were pretty much trapped at the bottom of that turtle pile. But you didn't mind. It felt like this was where you belonged. And this definitely was a Christmas all of you would remember.

#tmnt stocking stuffers #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #we did all get naked together #that's a pretty good Christmas

[turtle-babe83]

{GN!Reader, on the Nice List}

Just imagine…….

Mikey begs you to help him make Christmas cookies from scratch. He has all the ingredients for sugar cookies and you bring the cookie icing in festive colors. There’s an array of sprinkles and candies.

Turning on the Christmas tunes, he grabs you and spins you around. After several minutes of riotous dancing, he decides it’s time to bake. He mixes the dough and then rolls it out. When he asks you to grab the cookie cutters, you freeze and stare.

“Mikey, just where did you get these things?” you ask slowly.

“Babe, you won’t believe it! They were in a bag in the dumpster behind that sex store on the corner,” he answers cheerfully. “Must have been a mistake delivering baking stuff to that kind of store. No wonder they tossed’em. Don’t worry, I cleaned them real good.”

Your jaw has dropped and you are trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s naïveté. You can’t wait to see the looks on his brothers’ faces when you serve them cock cookies of various shapes and sizes. 🧡

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[iheartchv]

💚Christmas Kisses❤

Dont know if I was going to have any time, so I quickly put something together for @turtle-babe83 s #tmnt stocking stuffers event c:

You and (Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey) had been together for a long time. Its been one crazy journey, but you loved every single moment. From the unexpected capture by the baddies to the predictable ways of your lover, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the whole world. You've gained another family, as well as your own, and your family had finally became open minded about the ninja turtle you have made a life with.

Tonight, on Christmas Eve, the lair was full as it's ever been. You stood on the middle of the living room watching with Splinter by your side. You watched as your child mingled with your younger cousins and the turtles got to talk with humans besides April and Casey, who also dropped by. The old rat's eyes twinkled with how lively it was.

"It brings me great joy to see all these smiling faces..." Your turtle beau came up to stand by the other side of you, gently pulling you to him by the hip. "Including yours, my son. You chose well picking Y/N as a partner."

He thanked his father and master. He turned to look at you, catching your gaze. "And I thank you, my love, for loving me and always believing in me when no one else would." He dropped a kiss in your hair. "You've given me more gifts than I can ever count, and I will treasure them forever."

You blushed and gave his lips a quick peck. "I love you, (Leonardo/Raphael/Donatello/Michelangelo). Forever and always and for all time." you replied with your vows you made at the wedding ceremony that seemed to have happened like it was yesterday.

"Forever, always, and for all time." he said back as he pulled you in for a kiss filled with all his love and compassion he never seemed to extinguish.

Tag list:

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

It's all about perspective! (Turtle of choice x Reader)

Another Nice List thing for the #tmnt stocking stuffer~ Just a quick lil' something that has been floating in my brain for some days! Christmas oriented, since it's the only winter holiday I'm familiar with ^^'

As December rolled in, so came a white winter coat over the city. It was your little tradition that whenever this month would start, its first snow fall would indicate the best moment to get the christmas tree up. And this time you would get to share this sweet moment with your terrapin boyfriend, this year being your first christmas together as a couple!

Some festive melodies were already playing softly in your apartment as he made his way in, the sweet smell of something baking getting to him - instantly bringing a smile to his face.

As you greeted him, you noticed his amusement as he looked over your outfit: a christmas sweater and jeans, covered by an apron that had various cooking stains on it.

"I've been busy!" you huffed, although amused as well.

A beeping noise came from the kitchen area, your senses rushing and hastily giving instructions to your beau. The artificial tree was already up - all that was needed now were the decorations!

Getting out of sight, the mutant looked over the tree, the darn thing barely even reaching his shoulder in terms of height. He shrugged, knowing this tree size was probably ideal for a small apartment such as this one, then he grabbed a box of ornaments and got started on his task.

After a while, and a quick cleaning of the kitchen, you came back to the living room, the apron off but holding a plate of fresh cookies instead. As you were about to leave the snack on the coffee table, you froze as your gaze landed on the .... decorated tree.

Your laugh was instantaneous! Most of the ornaments had been placed on the upper part of the tree, leaving the bottom half bare.

"What?" asked the terrapin.

"Why is it like that!?" you asked, still laughing.

"Whatchu mean 'like that'? It's decorated, alright."

"But the stuff is all at the top, what about the bottom!"

The turtle frowned, his gaze going from you to back to the tree. He finally decided to slightly squat down, his eyes widening as a soft "oh" left him.

"Look," he started. "It's not my fault if your tree is the size of a bush. From my perspective, the decorations were looking alright!"

Your smile was still bright as you grabbed a cookie, heading his way. You exchanged the treat for the ornament box.

"No worries. You did your half, now sit back and let me do mine!"

This would definitely become a tradition in the future 🎄

#tmnt stocking stuffers #this whole idea kept rotting in my brain and it was making me smile everytime I'd think about it #also writing this was a nice distraction from being sick as fuck 💀 #fever and body aching? this mama is dying

[thelaundrybitch]

Christmas

The Key to Christmas - Leo (2022) NSFW

The Gingerbread House Competition - All Turtles (2022) SFW

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[akesdraws-blog]

🎄~°Random Christmas Headcanons°~🎄

Since we are in this wonderful and cold time of the year I wanted to make some headcanons that came to my head.

~Everyone in General~

• Since this is quite a cold time for our turtles they look a bit lazier than usual in the mornings, so they will look for something warm to start the day.

° Leonardo will find a nice hot cup of tea to warm him up (most likely he will bring some to Splinter)

° Miguel Ángel makes enough hot chocolate for everyone, although his chocolate will be filled with whipped cream, chocolate chips and marshmallows (He's a tower of diabetes according to Raph)

° Donatello with such cold weather is the perfect excuse to drink tons of hot coffee (literally at that time of year Donnie's lab would smell quite like coffee)

° Raphael, even though he's a huge bear, won't admit it, he'll have a big cup of the hot chocolate that Mikey made, he'll put a couple of marshmallows on it to see how they melt slowly (he likes the flavor they leave in the chocolate at the end).

• Everyone is allowed to stay up late at this time, Splinter understands that his children need to sleep a little longer.

• Because of their shells they don't have enough clothes to cover themselves, so they each cover themselves with a huge shawl of their respective colors (courtesy of Raph, Splinter has one too).

• April becomes their savior bringing them some groceries and hot pizza.

• Casey goes there often and when April explained to her about what this season is like for the boys she gave them each a few blankets (At that time he was the most loved by the boys, but they will never tell him).

• Heavens let's not forget the Christmas decorations, once it starts playing on the Christmas news channel everyone tries to turn it off or change it, the reason is easy... Mikey goes crazy.

° He is the most excited for wanting to decorate the entire den, which sometimes he sees as a challenge, if you thought that the limit is the floor, because he cannot decorate the floor, you are wrong, I fill the entire floor of the den with cotton to that looks like snow, no one knows how but I manage to make a stuffed snowman, I even beg Raph to make a wooden reindeer, every year they set limits on where he can decorate his brother in orange.

Mikey: Like I can't touch the exercise room?

Raph: I don't want a fucking sphere hitting my face when I lift the weights again

Mikey: The kitchen either?

Donnie: Last time the decorations nearly burned down and caused a fire.

Mikey: Come on bros! Don't limit my spirit!

• After a couple of days the spirit begins to enter each of the turtles.

° Leonardo being surrounded by so many Christmas decorations one day he goes out to look for a tree, everyone hides immediately when his brother decides to look for the tree (no one likes to accompany the leader).

Mikey: Come on bro, just pick one!

Leo: It has to be perfect, it cannot be taken lightly

Raph: We've been watching Leo for half an hour!

Leo: And it will take two hours if they don't stop complaining

Donnie: Technically if we stay out in the cold any longer we could start to go into a state of hibernation.

Mikey: Quick Leo, my butt is freezing!

(Conclusion: Nobody likes to go with Leo to look for the tree)

• The next one will be Donatello, he justifies himself by saying that he looks too "dark", so he is in charge of illuminating the whole den, but he doesn't like lights that have that high-pitched music (he doesn't let him work in peace).

° Donnie's lighting is quite easy on the eyes, he modified some series of lights so that they will light up mainly in Purple, blue, red and orange, although he also gets very excited with them at times.

Leo: Donnie, I really appreciated your work on the ornaments but... Is it really necessary to put lights on my bonsai?

Donnie: They look good, don't they? , Although I thought you had another

Leo: I think Mikey's drum kit would look great with your lights.

Donnie: I knew I was missing something.(Leo should always hide the bonsai babies from his genius brother)

• Lastly, Raphael, although he was actually the first to get into the Christmas spirit but he will never admit it, he makes some knitted garments for his brothers, father and his friends.

° And let me tell you that he has some very interesting ways to get some measurements in case they are necessary.

Raph: *Staring at Mikey*

Mikey: Hey bro, how much do you look at me?

Raph: I was thinking how much space does your brain have in that huge head?

Mikey: MY HEAD IS PERFECT!

Raph: *Proceeds to grab him by the head and shake him* I think I can hear your little brain bouncing *he lets go to go like nothing*

Mikey: Why is the lair moving? *falls dizzy*

Raph: his head grew half a centimeter, a hat will fit him(he begins pestering each of his siblings to get his measurements, though his siblings are only left confused by their brother Red's sudden actions)

• At this time Splinter always reads them a Christmas story, although the favorite is always the story "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, when they got to know the movies each one had a favorite version

Leo and Donnie- Scrooge's ghosts (Both really enjoy the character designs)

Mikey- A Muppet Christmas (he has a lot of fun watching it)

Raph- A Christmas Carol (prefers the 1984 classic)

•There is always a night of anecdotes, it was not officially inaugurated, it just pops up from one moment to another, everyone gets together one night to be able to talk about funny or memorable anecdotes that have happened on those dates.

April, Casey have the funniest and best anecdotes yet, but they're a little bored by Vern's anecdotes.

💙✨💜✨♥️✨🧡✨💙✨💜✨♥️✨🧡Sorry for any spelling mistakes or if some things are not understood

#tmnt stocking stuffers #tmnt bayverse #donnie tmnt #leo tmnt #raph tmnt #mikey tmnt #bayverse donnie #bayverse leo #bayverse mikey #bayverse raph #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014

[roxosupreme]

Since November is coming to a close I am starting to get into a festive mood! Do you know of any good holiday TMNT fanfics I could indulge in? I'm gonna ask around to a few people because I want to cast a wide net! 🎄

Hey, hey! ^^ Of course, I know a few holiday TMNT prompts around.

TMNT Christmas Love and TMNT Stocking Stuffers written by @turtle-babe83

Family for the Holidays written by @tworoadsandapenny

Surprise at Christmas written by @mythicalninjas (me)

Hope you enjoy! I cannot remember any other fanfics about it. It's been a long time I haven't logged into Tumblr very often.

If anyone knows more holidays TMNT fanfics, please, share it here <3

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #ask #anon ask #mun speaks #teenage mutant ninja turtles #holiday

[tmntpizzatime]

Today's special is a nice, early collection of turtle power... just $9.95!

Comic Ad for TMNT (Mirage Studios) graphic novel, found on the back cover of Filmation's Ghost Busters #1 (First Comics)

"And color it AFFORDABLE... just $9.95 - which makes these turtles the perfect stocking stuffer. Count on it!"

#teenage mutant ninja turtles mirage #tmnt mirage #tmnt #ninja turtles #kevin eastman #peter laird #first comics #ads #advertising #comic ads

[daleisgreat]

Trauma Center

Last Christmas my mom continued her tradition of buying me a random bargain bin DVD for a stocking stuffer. I requested we discontinue this tradition as I have been slimming down my DVD/BluRay collection the past several years, and have traded in roughly a third of my movies, and buy far less than what I use to. I guess my mom could not break from tradition and thus we have today’s entry for 2019’s Trauma Center (trailer). Usually my mom’s hit-to-miss ratio is pretty solid on gifting me a film I have not seen yet and wound up loving with past examples like Sour Grapes, Alpha Dog, Blues Brothers and Trading Places. Trauma Center is a straight-to-video action movie one would find on the old “Movies for Guys Who Like Movies” pick of the night on TBS. It does have star power in the form of Bruce Willis as police detective Steve Wakes. Willis has been doing more straight-to-video efforts in recent years in other decent action films like Hard Kill and 10 Minutes Gone. It must be working out for him better than his theatrical efforts because I have no idea why he keeps up with these type of films. Digression aside, turns out Steve’s cover for his CI was tracked by a pair of corrupt cops, Tull (Texas Battle) & Pierce (Tito Ortiz).

Tull & Pierce take out the CI, but also injure innocent bystander waitress Madison (Nicky Whelan). They track her down to the hospital and discover the supposed secure room on a vacant floor Wakes sets up for her. What happens next is a game of cat-and-mouse with Madison doing her best to stay one move ahead and hold off the bad cops while Wakes pieces the clues together and attempts to assist Madison. Watching Madison adapt to her surroundings to fend off Tull & Pierce was actually entertaining, despite some too convenient camerawork at times that made it appear an injured Madison could pull off miraculous feats of strength. Tito Ortiz is a trip as the “bad cop” of the duo, and his overacting is probably the highlight of the film as he stalks and tortures Madison. Rest assured, he gets his well-earned comeuppance. Bruce Willis is as subdued in here as he was recently in his role in Glass. I am having difficulty determining if that is what he was shooting for, or if he was just going through the motions in this straight-to-video affair. If you are going into this thinking this is a Bruce Willis-lead action blockbuster, then you will be disappointed because this is a vehicle for Whelan’s survive-at-all-costs performance. Willis’s character is in the supporting role mostly doing background detective work until the final scenes. Whelan is pretty convincing in her effort at barely managing to stay alive, and the final act is fairly entertaining when all four figures have their respective standoffs.

Unsurprisingly, there are no bonus features on this DVD, not even a trailer! Regardless of that, I do not want to mislead you dear reader that I am praising the movie. I have seen a lot of straight-to-video action films, and this one is maybe a notch or two above average, but is by no means rush-out-and-see blockbuster. That is on the straight-to-video curve as well! The performances they got out of the cast seems about as good as it could get, and there are even a couple genuine moments I was kind of invested into Madison fending for herself. That said this film will not blow you away, but if you run across it on cable/streaming or the bargain bins, than it is an ideal movie to have on in the background with the occasional scene that will divert your attention. Factoring in all this curved grading, and I will chalk this one up as a semi-win for my mom’s annual random Christmas DVD! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Endgame The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve The Clapper Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed I & II Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Grunt: The Wrestling Movie Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hell Comes to Frogtown Hercules: Reborn Hitman I Like to Hurt People Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Justice League (2017 Whedon Cut) Last Action Hero Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpions Revenge National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Nintendo Quest Not for Resale Payback (Director’s Cut) Pulp Fiction The Punisher (1989) The Ref The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VIII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Pilgrim vs the World The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild The Wizard Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

#Trauma Center #Bruce Willis #Tito Ortiz #random movie #nicky whelan #texas battle

[scholastic-dragon]

TMNT Stocking Stuffers

This could be taken as completely platonic or you could be dating one of them, or maybe even all of them!

Bay!Turtles x Gn!reader

Gathered 'round the TV

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: spelling mistakes, like 2 swear words, good family moments,

Summary: you find out Raph has never seen the 'Santa Clause' movies

It was early December, a thick layer of snow covered anything it could stick its claws into. It was freezing and if you wanted to keep your fingers and toes you had to wear a minimum of three layers when leaving your apartment.

Living in the sewers had its problems, but the middle of a very cold winter was always the worst. With help from Donnie, April and Casey, a heater had been placed in each and every room.

It was nearly impossible for these boys to retain any heat so they were bundled as tight as they could manage. You were used as a personal heating blanket everytime you came over: not that you minded extra turtle cuddles.

But tonight was different. You were sitting pressed into Mikeys side, a thick blanket wrapped around your laps, cups of hot cocoa in both your hands.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" You drawl, scowling over into the kitchen, ignoring how Mikey shrunk down to avoid your gaze.

Raph sighed, moving into the kitchen doorway, leaning on his side and crossing his arms. "I don't get what the fuss is,"

"Say. It." You ignored how Donnie and Leo chuckled quietly from the other couch.

"I don't like the Santa Clause movies,"

You gasp, pointing an angry finger at him, sitting up more, leaning against the back of the couch. "That's blasphemous, you'd get burned at the stake for saying that to my family,"

Leo and Donnie fully chuckled at that, almost choking on their own drinks. To avoid you spilling yours, Mikey gently took your cup and set in on the coffee table, not bothering to hide his grin.

Raph scoffed, rolling his eyes with a large grin and turning back into the kitchen.

"What about it don't you like?"

Raph answered from the kitchen, standing -conveniently- out of your eyesight, you heard him moving around, getting some kind of dish and a few snacks. "I just get bored, the CGI was so bad I never finished it-"

"You've never watched it all the way through?!" You interrupt, hitting Mikeys shoulder when he covered his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing too loud.

"You know what, no, no," You shake your head, turning back to face the coffee table, getting out from under the blanket to snatch the remote from Leo's lap.

"Hey!" He wanted to be upset, but he was really intrigued to see what you were going to do.

"I'm putting it on, and we're all going to watch it and you're going to change your mind!" Sitting back down next to Mikey, you flick through the streaming services until you find Disney+.

"I'm not watching the movie," Raph laughs back from the kitchen, still out of eyesight.

"Yes you are,"

"Listen, I've tried, but I-" He tried to argue, failing to hide the amusement in his voice.

"Raphael get your ass in here and watch this movie with us!" You turn your head and gasp. At that exact moment, Splinter had wandered out of his room with an empty mug, he paused by the doorway with his eyebrows raised.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what he would do.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear," You quickly blurt out, hand covering your mouth. It was a 'rule' in the lair to not swear in Splinters presence, he found it a bit rude and disrespectful and asked to keep it to a minimum when he was around.

Raph peered out of the kitchen, holding a plate of cookies and a few candy canes.

Splinter sighed, glancing at Raph. "I believe you should listen to them, lest you wish to, how do you say, get knocked on your ass,"

Donnie had taken a sip of his hot cocoa and laughed right into the mug, getting it all over his lap and on his glasses. Leo's jaw dropped and he covered his mouth, praying he didn't laugh.

Splinter smiled at Raph, patting his shoulder as he walked last him to refill his mug. Raph shook his head, sighing and sitting down in his arm chair by Mikeys side.

"You're gonna watch it," You pointed a finger at him. "And you're gonna like it,"

"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes, shoving a whole sugar cookie into his mouth.

❤💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

The end credits rolled, taking the remote you paused it, turning dramatically to Raph.

"Well?"

Raph scoffed, raising a hand out of his blanket to scratch his chin. "It was a movie,"

"Don't play that game," You felt Donnie start laughing beside you: during a break in the middle of the movie, he and Mikey switched spots. "What did you think of it?"

Raph rolled his eyes, throwing his head back against his chair. "CGI is still bad,"

"It's what makes it charming," You press, elbowing Donnie in the ribs. "What else?"

"What is this NCIS? What's with all the questions?"

"It's not fair of you to make that joke since you haven't watched that show either-" Donnie mused, head flying back as Raph threw a pillow at his face.

"Alright, you want my honest review?" Raph ran a hand down his face.

"Yes,"

"I think you're annoying, and too obsessed with Christmas,"

"That's it!" You stood, lunging toward him, but Donnie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back down onto the couch.

"Calm down, Killer," Donnie mumbled, barely straining to keep his arm around you.

"You're gonna get it," You glare at Raph, tapping Donnie's arm to let you go, he does and you slump back against the couch, arms crossed.

"Oh, I'm so scared of a 5'2 firecracker,"

Leo and Donnie jumped up this time to stop you from pouncing.

❤💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

A few days later you were coming down to the lair with a handful of different flavors of candy canes to try with Mikey.

He kept sending you tiktoks and links to crazy and disturbing flavors and you had -somehow- found most of them.

Stomping the snow off your boots and switching them for the slippers you kept there, you set out to look for the guys.

"Guys?" You call, the living room was empty and peering into the dojo, you see Mikey, Leo and Splinter meditating. You quietly, close the door and leave them.

Setting the candy canes down in the kitchen you head to Donnie's lab, excited to tell him that you found coffee flavored candy canes (I'm sorry I don't think these exist, sorry for getting your hopes up)

As you walk down the hall, you pass by Raphs room, hearing something playing and noticing the door was ajar.

Opening it a little further you see him laying on his side taking a nap, he's facing you, phone in hand playing a movie.

You smile, walking into the room and pulling his blanket up to cover his shoulder, glancing at his phone you see 'The Santa Clause' playing.

Standing up, you smile even wider. "I am so going to use this against you,"

❤💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt stocking stuffers #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt headcannons #tmnt imgaine #tmnt imagines #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader

[tmnt-tychou]

Everyone stop what you’re doing and look at this shit! It’s December and my time has come! I used to own this TMNT 2k3 Christmas coloring book where it was obvious that they just took screen caps, put some random Christmas shit in the background and gave it a Christmas-related caption.

These are my favorite pages.

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #I'm dreaming of a turtle Christmas #choo choo #tmnt stocking stuffers #I hope santa stuffs MY stocking

[turtle-babe83]

Day 1: Mikey, Nice List

Day 2: Raph, Nice List

Day 3: Donnie, Nice List

Day 4: Leo, Nice List

Day 5: Splinter, Nice List (turtle of choice)

Day 6: Mikey, Naughty List

Day 7: Leo, Naughty List

Day 8: Donnie, Naughty List

Day 9: Raph, Naughty List

Day 10: April, Nice List (turtle of choice)

Day 11: Mikey, Nice List

Day 12: Leo, Nice List

Day 13: Donnie, Nice List

Day 14: Raph, Nice List

Day 15: Splinter, Nice List (turtle of choice)

Day 16: Mikey, Naughty List

Day 17: Leo, Naughty List

Day 18: Raph, Naughty List

Day 19: Donnie, Naughty List

Day 20, Casey, Nice List (turtle of choice)

Day 21: Mikey, Nice List

Day 22: Leo, Nice List

Day 23: Donnie, Nice List

Day 24: Raph, Nice List

Day 25: Splinter, Nice List (turtle of choice)

Day 26: Mikey, Naughty List

Day 27: Leo, Naughty List

Day 28: Raph, Naughty List

Day 29: Donnie, Naughty List

Day 30: Turtle of Choice, Nice List

Day 31: Donnie, Nice List

Day 32: Leo, Nice List

Day 33: Raph, Nice List

Day 34: Mikey, Nice List

Day 35: Turtle of Choice, Nice List

Day 36: Donnie, Naughty List

Day 37: Raph, Naughty List

Day 38: Mikey, Naughty List

Day 39: Leo, Naughty List

Day 40: Turtle of Choice, Nice List

Amazing art by the incredibly talented @android-cap-007 of our beloved turtles from the day 40 Stocking Stuffer 😍😍😍

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtlebabe83 #tmnt fandom #bayverse leo #bayverse raph #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #tmnt fanfic #tmnt stocking stuffers #tmnt imagine #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse leonardo #bayverse donatello #Tmnt leo #Tmnt raph #tmnt Donnie #tmnt Mikey #TMNT Raphael #tmnt Donatello #Tmnt Leonardo #tmnt michaelangelo #tmnt aged up

[lapanteradisconcert]

Gift for retro gamer husband?

Ideas for 43 year old husband who is a big comic/gamer guy?

I need to get something really good (I mean thoughtful, not necessarily expensive) for him this year. His mom passed away this Halloween and she loved Christmas so it will be a difficult one this year.

He grew up in the 80’s and games are near and dear to him, he’s not exactly a collector, so he has no interest in games he never really played and won’t play once he has them. He already has most systems he has an interest in outside the N64 (too expensive), only games he wants are relatively rare and pretty expensive. The problem is I have no clue when it comes to this type of thing. Some games he plays regularly: PS4/Switch:

-Elder Scrolls -Animal Crossing: New Horizons -Zelda Breath of the Wild -GTA-the trilogy/reboot thing -NES-Sim City, Mario in various versions of course, Jeopardy!, old school Zelda games, and some casino games.

He also likes Masters of the Universe, horror movies, TMNT, etc.

There’s no way to know what he does and doesn’t have and still wants in terms of his comic books and game cartridges. He’s a stay at home dad who works from home part time so I very rarely have the chance to go through his stuff to see what he does and doesn’t have…even if I did, idk what retro games he would want since there are so many that were just awful.

I already got him the Zelda game and switch for his birthday recently. And I just got him that super tiny Atari emulator that came out, that’s sort of a stocking stuffer almost. Any ideas are welcome, TIA!!!

ETA: he’s actually also kind of a foodie. He likes to watch food YouTube channels like Sam the Cooking Guy and the one who does sous vides everything. And Randy Santel and some other travelers who go eat around the world to foreign foods. I’m a chef so we have a pretty well stocked kitchen with lots of gadgets and stuff. He bought a Thor meat hammer not long ago if that helps describe his personality at all lol.

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Private Rink (Donnie x OC!Vee)

Wanted to write a quick little something, 'cause I needed some fluff 💜

Also, protip: never go to Manhattan during the holidays. It's a NIGHTMARE 😂 went there once for New Year's and people are packed like sardines on the sidewalks.

Also adding this to @turtle-babe83's "#tmnt stocking stuffer" tag (nice list) 'cause it's holiday related honhonohonhonhnnn

Man, I've had a shit day today...

Wanna meet up and talk about it?

Sure. My place or yours?

Get to those coordinates and I'll meet you there.

Once Vee received an address on her phone, she quickly researched it and found that it was a building right next to the skating rink at the Rockefeller Center.

Uhhh, you sure?

There's some construction ongoing, so the spot should be free to climb on top with the current setup. Don't worry, I'll guide you!

Alrighty. I'll grab some coffees on the way.

The woman couldn't help a small sigh as she locked her phone's screen, hoping she wouldn't get into any trouble while trying to meet her boyfriend. Grabbing her coat, she headed out from the comfort and heat of her apartment, next greeted by winter's crisp and cold air.

Keeping her promise to grab coffees, she was now holding a tray with the beverages, maneuvering around the busy crowd, packed with tourists, with her phone in hand - trying to follow up Donnie's instructions on how to get to the top of his designated building. As she made her way up the railings and scafoldings, she did pause for a moment as snow started to fall, her eyes following fat flakes and landing on the skating rink nearby and now below her. The scene brought a small smile to her lips. The lights, the people laughing and skating around, the immense christmas tree nearby....

She continued her path upward, finally reaching the building's top. At first she found the spot empty, resolving herself to then rest at a railing, observing the rink once again.

"You're here!" resonated a voice behind her.

As she turned around, she found the terrapin jumping from one high spot nearby, making his way towards her. But on his way he might have unnoticed a thin layer of ice that had formed on the building's top, suddenly slipping - trying to get his balance right - but ultimately falling comically on his shell and backpack.

"Oh shit!" blurted out Vee, although she couldn't help her laughter.

Still on his back, Donnie lifted a thumb up high in the air, letting out a "I'm good" as he then got back up with a grunt. He patted some snow off his pants as he was making his way to Vee, glaring jokingly at her as she tried to calm her snicker.

"I'm sorry," she started. "That was just perfectly coordinated."

"There can indeed be comedy in one's misery."

He grabbed a coffee, Vee huffing as she solely grabbed her own cup next.

"Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that."

The turtle smiled, wrapping an arm around the woman's form and bringing her closer to his side.

"Just teasing you, love. No harm done." He nuzzled the top of her head as a proper greeting and left a gentle peck afterward. "Thanks for the coffee by the way."

Vee hummed as she was taking a sip, leaning slightly towards the other. Her eyes kept coming back to the rink, feeling peaceful by watching some solemn beauty.

"Why did you want us to meet here?" she did ask next.

"Mostly for the sight-seeing," answered Donnie. "It's so beautiful at this time of the year."

"Says you who doesn't have to go through the crowds below during the holiday season," smirked Vee. "This whole area and Broadway is a nightmare on the sidewalks."

"I'm sorry, baby. Next time I'll come pick you up with the van."

"How chivalrous!" mocked Vee.

"Only for my lady!" grinned the mutant.

They paused for more sips, the woman getting some renewed solace in this silence. The weight of today's hardships did come back to her, her sigh heavy as she then proceeded to talk about her day to the terrapin. From the usual unnerving bits at work, the incompetence of a handful of coworkers, and the general fatigue accumulating at this time of year, Vee was starting to feel at the end of her rope. She knew she had to keep moving forward, but on several occasions she only wanted to drop down and sleep for many, many hours. Donnie was a patient listener, only interjecting whenever it felt right. He knew the woman was not necessarily looking for solutions, but rather to just empty her bag and vent it all out. He did some small jokes here and there in his comments, trying to light the mood up - successfully bringing a soft smile to Vee's features.

"Thanks for being here. For listening to me," added Vee, her hand finding Donnie's free one - both of them having discarded their cups some moments ago. Their fingers locked, at best they could anyway.

Donnie brought the top of her hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss. "Always. There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Bringing her arm down, he then stood behind her, keeping his hold around her as he wanted to keep her warm as well. Vee sighed dreamily, her eyes following some couples on the ice below.

"... I wish we could skate down there," she commented. "I used to skate on ice a lot when I was a kid. It's always been so nice."

Donnie's features brightened up, his toughts reminding him of a detail.

"Well, what do you know! We do have our own private rink."

Vee looked up to him, confused. The turtle simply tightened his hold around her, lifting her a little as he turned around and brought her attention to his earlier accident.

"We have ice!" he declared happily.

Vee laughed: "I swear, if you make me fall, no more kisses for a month."

He moved away from her, towards the ice. He extended a hand to her as an invitation.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "At least now I know what's awaiting us."

She faked annoyance, but it was quickly discarded as she grabbed his hand and followed him. The ice patch wasn't that big, but it was decent enough to slide in some steps and get some laughters out of them. The feel was definitely different with boots rather than ice skates, but that was still enough for Vee's heart to swell with joy. As the ambient music from the rink below sounded a calm holiday tune, the couple gently bumped into one another, Donnie quick to stabilize the woman against him. Snow was still falling, peppering them with white flakes whenever they'd keep still.

"Stand on my feet," proposed the mutant.

"I won't hurt you?" asked Vee.

"Do you seriously think you're too heavy for me?"

"I was just being polite!"

"Oh right, you're Canadian, you can't help it," slightly laughed Donnie.

Vee lightly slapped his arm, which brought more chuckles from the other. She did step on his feet, as asked, and promptly brought her arms around his neck as she felt him slide slowly on the ice, his arms still around her. This moment felt out of time, the rooftop filled with some laughters here and there. Locking eyes did bring a renewed comfortable silence between them both, their sliding now more akin to a slow dance. One of Vee's hands did slide from his neck to his cheek, her thumb tenderly going over his scales, her gaze soft as she kept admiring his features.

"Je t'aime....," she quietly said.

The terrapin slightly leaned into her touch, the same feeling passing through him.

"I love you too, baby."

He moved some snow out of her hair, churring lightly as he noticed her frame getting colder.

"I'll get you home," he added. "S'time to warm up."

She couldn't agree more.

#tmnt stocking stuffers #it's-a-moi #I just want to spend some time with Donnie -crying intensifies- #x'DD #also goddammit I need to get back to NYC soon #I miss it

[thelaundrybitch]

Christmas 2022

The Key to Christmas - Leo

The Gingerbread House Competition - All turtles

#thelaundrybitch #tmnt stocking stuffers #tmnt christmas 2022 #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #bayverse leo #bayverse leonardo #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #bayverse raph #bayverse raphael #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #bayverse mikey #bayverse michelangelo #turtle-babe83 #tmnt aged up