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#I was gonna make this for rottmnt week lets see...
ju1cyfru1t · 6 months
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ROTTMNT x Reader
s/o on their period hcs
Rise! Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x Reader
fluff :D, afab reader, romantic, mentions of blood, MENSTRUATION 🤞, swearing, Leo being stupid 🤌
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Leo
- He didn’t know what menstruation was until you told him
- “Wait, wait, wait. Slow down a sec. You’re telling me you BLEED out of your...you know, for a whole week every single month? …and you don’t, like, die?”
- I’m not going to lie to you, he’s a little disgusted. Not by you, but more so the whole bleeding and shedding your uterine lining thing.
- Lowkey hates your period more than you do
- glares at your uterus /hj
- “Uuuuggghhhhh, why does it have to get in the way of everything?” “Hey, don’t blame me! Blame god for that.” “Gods a bit of a dick, if you ask me.”
- If you believe he isn’t going to make period jokes, you are SORELY mistaken
- OF COURSE he’ll come over and cuddle if you ask. He’ll use any excuse he can to see you.
- “I mean, if you really need me that bad-“ “shut the hell up, Leo.” “ok sorry.”
- most likely to piss you off (bc he’s stupid)
- massages your lower stomach and is surprisingly good at it
- watches your fav movies and shows w/ you
- tries to make you laugh so you’ll feel better if you’re not in a good mood or cramping
- agrees with everything you say when you’re ranting about something or someone (he’s scared not to)
- he doesn’t know what the hell a pad is let alone a tampon or menstrual cup
- bust out the water bottle and tampon to show him how it works and he’s gagging
- “oh my god…it gets bigger like that??? In your…oh god-“
- he’s on edge the whole time with your mood swings
- “Must be nice to be a MAN.” “How is that my fault?”
- “it’s OUR period, babe. Uter-US.”
Raph
- terrified
- he can hear you bleeding
- “what’s a uterus?” JK JK JK (maybe)
- he also didn’t know what a period is, and still doesn’t really, fully understand after you explain but still supportive nonetheless
- “you shed your uterine what now?”
- “Right, right…and you bleed out of where?…OH-“
- he just really doesn’t get how you deal with it all
- he knows you’re in pain, bleeding, and uncomfortable. that’s all he needs to know to not like it at all.
- he is SPRINTING 🏃‍♀️ to get you whatever you need (frantically)
- pain killers? chocolate? hot tea? a heating pad? a pad/tampon? to be held? don’t even worry, Raph’s getting it for you.
- he would reach into a pit of burning hot coal and crush them into diamonds if you asked him to
- if you have them, your mood swings are making him nervous
- “Raphael, stop staring at me like that.” “sorry.”
- will be your shoulder to cry on and just listen if you need to rant (even if you’re being unreasonable)
- offers to let you hold his teddy bears for support
- you want him to come over? he’s knocking on your window not even 5 minutes later. you want to go over? of course! you want to be alone? no problem, just let him know if you need him.
- he really just can’t stand to see you in pain or sad. (or angry)
- “I know it hurts…it’s ok, Raph’s got you.”
- asks April for advice
Donnie
- Obviously he at least knows what a period is, just not all the gory details. Who do you take him for? Leo?
- He does his research when he starts dating you so he can be prepared
- He’s really trying not to think about the fact that you bleed 24/7 for a week every month of every year. All that blood- he just can’t do it. It’s not by any means a comfortable subject for him.
- Being comforting is not his strong suit, but he tries his best (sort of)
- keeps some extra pads and tampons in his lab for you (and April) if disaster ever struck
- also has a stash of pain killers (big forehead = big headaches JK I LOVE HIM I SWEAR)
- tracks your cycle. and dreads the couple of days leading up to and of your period.
- ^ “By the way, ugh…you’re gonna start menstruating tomorrow.”
- Yes, he refers to it only as menstruation.
- “Don’t be like that, Y/N.” “Be like WHAT?” “Wait, no..that’s not what- I didn’t mean- please don’t cry-“
- he is stressing
- ^ “Y/N, I can’t know what you want unless you tell me!”
- makes hot tea for you
- claims he could come up with and invent something to “take away all your pain” but tbh I wouldn’t trust that if I were you
- pats and rubs your back for support w/ cramps
- “Donnie, it hurts so baaaaad.” “Shhh, I know it does. Just relax.”
- massages your lower stomach pt.2 not as surprisingly, he is good at it but he’s just skilled with his hands in general (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS)
- He will 100% come over and lay with you in your bed if that’s what you ask for
- Sigh. Will let you cuddle in his bed if you swear on your mother you’re not going to leak on him or his bed
- Asks April for advice (poor April)
Mikey
- BEST BF EVER <333
- Has heard of menstruation (mostly misinformation), but he’s never had to worry about it until you started dating
- will let you explain exactly what it is and why it happens
- “Wait- a whole week?! You don’t just bleed it all out at once?” my sweet, sweet boy
- very sympathetic and open about it. He can’t deny it’s a little icky, but it’s your body’s natural function and it’s not like you can help it at all so he’s very understanding
- recognizes your PMS very well. whether you get really irritable, energetic, emotional, etc.
- after the first couple cycles he sees you go through, he starts to be able to read your needs to some extent
- cooks and bakes for you 👩‍🍳 really anything you’re craving as long as it’s within reason
- holds you anywhere and any way you want him to
- it’s like he can feel your pain
- “Shhhhh, it’s ok. I understand.” “..no, you don’t.” “you’re right.”
- gets you pain killers if you need some
- pretty good at handling your mood swings
- If you’re a crier on your monthly (like me) he wipes away your tears :(
- “Let it out, Y/N. You’re ok, I’m right here.”
- makes care packages for you with your favorite things (snacks, drinks, feminine products, stuffed animals, heating pads, etc.)
- if he comes to your house, he’ll offer to run a warm bath for you and wait for you to be done
- not necessarily scared, but definitely a little more careful with his choice of words towards you
- actually the sweetest I love him sm
- watching movies and shows if you don’t feel like getting up. or even just laying with you if you don’t feel like do anything but sleeping
- he’s very proud of himself for taking care of you
- “you’re the best, Mikey, thank you.” “Yeah, I know.”
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niphredil-14 · 2 months
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hey so how do you think the rottmnt leo, raph and don would deal with having a s/o with a ticklish, sensitive neck. They always wear a cute scarf in winter and in summer it is a cute choker. S/o loves physical touch, but they kept it a secret that they’re neck is sensitive (kind of like Donnie’s shell being hard but it’s sensitive against touch and textures so he keeps it covered to be comfortable). But like the boys don’t figure that out until one day they cuddled, normal cuddle session as usual and the boys nuzzle s/o neck that is not covered up for a change and s/o just starts giggling and falls out of bed reflexively to get away from what touched their neck or wrap an arm around their shoulder and their hand touches s/o’s not covered neck and s/o just giggle fits, yelps, freaks out and jumps away? (If Leo blows a raspberry, he’s gonna get punched by accident ).
oof this hit close to home, people truly don't understand how absolutely torturous it is to be so ticklish. shit hurts
Donnie:
Donnie would undoubtably be the most understanding of your sensitivity, seeing it as a similarity to his soft shell. There's a part of you that is more sensitive, and so you guard it, it makes perfect logical sense, again, he does the same thing for his softshell. He would respect your boundaries, and not touch your neck, he may even make you some kind of tech-y choker necklace, which would probably include features such as a tracker (it is Donnie, after all), and maybe even some kind of shock that would only affect the person trying to invade your space, it would never shock you.
Leo:
Takes full advantage of this. You have a weak spot, and he will be utilizing it. There's no real malice in his intentions, and he probably thinks that he's being funny. He knows that he's gonna get hit when he tickles you, but he does it anyway, it's all part of his plan. 1. He (tickle) attacks 2. You slap the ever loving shit out of him 3. He plays up his reaction, and pretends that he's in more pain than he actually is in order to get your pity, and have you dote on him. Rinse and Repeat. Though I feel like if he realized that he did, in fact, take it too far, he would be really sorry about it, and would try to make it up to you.
Raph:
Raph is another one who I feel wouldn't push your boundaries. He is such a softie, and he's overly aware of his size, and how threatening he can come across as. The absolute last thing he would ever want is to make you uncomfortable. And he would go so far as to act as your bodyguard, not letting anyone touch your neck! If he accidently brushes your neck, and you react strongly, he will be so sorry, even if you giggle. He knows that you don't like for your neck to be touched, and he will probably cry and spend the next week trying to make it up to you.
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hypocriticaltypwriter · 7 months
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People Are Strange (ROTTMNT VAMPIRE AU)
OMG, IM GONNA THROW UP SO MICH INFO ON YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY BUT VAMPIRES ARE ON THE BRAIN AND THEY MAKE ME DO THINGS
A TAD bit inspired off of Lost Boys, so it's got that 80s cliche/grunge to it - also @m0nster-fluffer TOTALLY didn't encourage or inspire me to finally write all this stuff out... Totally not 👀
This is inspired by a Roleplay idea I came up with... But was never able to act out so I'm glad I was able to write some if the stuff down!
BASICALLY... It's just like the brothers and MAYBE April (but I think she'll just be a normal human they let tag along, and maybe she does some of their... Hunting for them) are vampires, usually come out late at parties or do their own thing, riding around on motorcycles, being nuisance to many, and threats to others.
I feel if it were a scenario, it'd probably go one (or your whole group, depends on if you want your character to already know the guys or not) of the Roleplayers moves into this small secluded town where all this happens, and somehow gets wrapped up in meeting the four weirdos + April, and then starts discovering the creepy and spooky blah blah ect.
The Hamato Brothers are something no one wants to be around with, cause eventually, you go missing. You get lost. Never to be found, it's kind of difficult when their very... Persuasive.
Basic twist/plot for this whole thing: Everyone in this town but you know the guys are vampires. You and your family have no clue until you find out why the people of this town don't want you to leave, try to keep you trapped in this so called, happy, campy, little peace of heaven off somewhere deep in the woods. You're new meat- new faces. New prey.
The guys had started getting more relentless and more brash toward the townsfolk until you showed up... They can't just give you up that easy.
(And my rant about what I think the guys would be like HEE)
Raphael Raph is one of the more docile of his brothers, he isn't as peer pressuring or over energetic as his other three, usually he's like that big brother 'come on, leave em alone' energy if he can see someone getting stressed over his brothers trying to get them to jump like- twenty feet from the beach pillars. But, as much as he seems like a chill dude, his vampirism is... Different. When he's mad, he isn't afraid to let you know. He can get aggressive and almost animalistic, a LOT of 'accidents' involving people can be from Raphs... Temper-tantrums.
Any vampire powers? Yes! The guy is a total brute, and it's not just for show. He could lift two trucks with both hands with absolute ease if he wanted to.
Leonardo Oh yikes, one of the brothers that a LOT of people tend to be persuaded by. Leo has the tendency to make some of the riskier decisions and ideas of the group, just to see how freaked out they can get new comers, what makes em run away screaming. It makes it more enjoyable for him. He loves- and I mean LOVES a chase once in a while, even if it spreads out into an entire week, he doesn't stop, as long as your in his town, his territory, you can't escape him or his brothers.
Leo's vampirism is one of the MANY faults and reasons the brothers have almost been caught. The guy pushes and tests limits like the little ass he is and waits to see what happens. Raphs killed people, sure, but Leo's killed people, critters, and he tends to leave them on people's doorsteps just to freak them out- especially if they've pissed him off. Or he's... Taken a liking to you.
His actions have gotten him locked up in the Church by the people a few times. And even though he continues to do it, he HATES getting chained up cause he's stuck their for a damn week, and all his brothers do is ridicule, taunt, or scold him. Any vampire powers? Yes! Leo's got some kind of... Trance inducing powers - it isn't like it is in shows or movies. It's a lot more... Subtle than that. It's he can make his point or voice sound more alluding, more conniving, and it almost feels like you can't refuse the guy.
Donatello. The lesser known of the vampire brothers, Donnie is extremely quiet and keeps to himself. And not in a shy way, this guy's seemingly resting bitch-face/death glare looks like he's looking directly through you and into your deepest darkest fears. He probably is.
But once you get to know him - as rare as it is unless he decides you're worth his time, he's still pretty blunt and cold, and he's almost cruel in some way. You can see some dark joy behind his eyes watching you get scared or squirm under his cold arm over your shoulder.
He doesn't seem like it, but he's got that persuasion and slight bloodlust that his twin Leo has. He just more collected about it. He tends to be the one who doesn't cause much of the missing accidents, (he's much more intelligent to clean and hide a crime scene, please, the man isn't a reckless idiot like his brothers.) But the one or two he's done are because someone pissed him off. The someone is his twin. Those two get in nasty- and I don't put it lightly when I say NASTY fights. Ranging from verbal to physical, it's rare that they actually get along so much so that they barely even talk to each other cause it ends in yelling or biting and scratching.
Any vampire powers? Yes! Same as his twin, maybe he dpes it more with that smolder or look he has rather than his voice, but it still gets the job done.
Michelangelo
And finally, the youngest of the Hamatos, Mikey. Of course, don't let that fool you. This vampire tends to be the most welcoming of newcomers out if all his brothers, while he's eerily sweet and calm, it does the trick to put people's minds at ease and get them to join their little rag-tag group.
He's usually the one you'd go to if you feel on edge about everything, him and Raph being more docile to newcomers before they decide to pounce.
While he gives on the laid-back persona... Don't get him mad or threaten his brothers. It'd like a whole new creature from the deepest darkest part of your soul is unleashed if you get on this vampires nerves.
And he's fast. They all are. Don't get me wrong, but the stealth this guy has sneaking and sprinting through woods. You're not gonna escape.
Any vampire powers? Yes! Super speed and levitation! The levitation is usually on his part - meaning he's the one floating around a few feet of ground and picking things up of the floor a few feet away from him. But he can pick people up if he decides he's too tired or annoyed to chase.
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opossumloverr · 1 year
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Hi, I was wondering if I could request the ROTTMNT boys be with a Luz Noceda reader
They can do magic and are such a dork that after they share a kiss they say something dumb afterwards
✪TURTLE BROS X LUZ NOCEDA READER ✪
Summary:
The turtle bros dating a reader with Luz Noceda's personality
Warning(s):
No warnings, this is gonna be really silly
A/N:
Guys I am so happy I JUST started posting not even 3 days ago and I'm already getting recognized, just remember that I can do other fandoms as well, not that I don't love ROTTMNT, BTW Luz Noceda is the main character of the cartoon called the owl house, just for the people who don’t know..(gender-neutral reader)
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《RAPH》
He's amazed that you can do magic
Sometimes he sits down and ask you to do some tricks with your glyphs (assuming that you use glyphs)
Admiring both the tricks and you
Wants you to teach him
Fails miserably..
You giggled while watching Raph try to make a perfect circle "Raph *giggle* are you sure you don't want help?" He grunted,
"No No No No, I can do it!" He says as he snapped the pencil.
He finds your dorkish ways adorable
Every time you give him a kiss even if it's just on the cheek, you always have something silly to say
Like “I didn’t know you’re made out of sugar Raph!”
Most of the time he’s just fawning over you thinking
“How did i get such a good partner?” 
He’s also amazed on how good you got on using your glyphs, lets say you guys are fighting together, when he’s struggling to get the enemy down on the ground, you come out of no where slapping the enemy’s forehead with a plant glyph, trapping their face in vines making a perfect opportunity for Raph to power punch them to the ground.
You guys make a great team and a great couple  
《LEO》
Loves your dorky attitude
Now he has someone to be a dork with
You guys makes puns together
Yall even had a contest in who could make the funniest one (it was a tie)
You can do magic? TEACH HIM.
but just like raph, he fails miserably..
You enter Leo’s room but instead of your lovely boyfriend you see thousands of piles of unfinished or messed up glyphs, you jump at the sight, you make your way through the dozens pieces of paper, and then seeing Leo on the floor hunched over like a maniac, “C’mon.. c’mon.. C’MON!” He shouted,
“Uh Leo.. you okay..?” You muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder, He flinched at the feeling.
“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I’M TOTALLY FINE!”
You tell him that its okay and that he doesn't have to learn about glyphs, and that it took you weeks and months to perfect them
He huffs but says okay (You sometimes catch him trying to make another glyph)
On the other hand you guys love each other and get along very well
《DONNIE》
He's confused on your way of doing 'magic' but still likes watching you practice new glyphs 
(Still believes science is superior but for your sake he keeps those rouge thoughts inside his head)
Your personality makes him smile
He likes how persistent you are and that you never give up on your friends 
You remind him of Leo (Take that however you want yall)
You can visibly see the change when you guys started dating, he’s smiles more, and he’s a little bit more affectionate 
speaking about affection!
You are VERY affectionate, you hug and kiss him almost every day
But of course if he’s uncomfortable you’ll back off
During battles is where His science and your magic comes in handy 
Donnie pins the enemy down with his staff, “[Name]! now!” He yells, you jump up on the enemy.
“ Hope you like the taste of flowers!” You say as you smack two plant glyphs on both of the enemy’s cheek, watching as flowers and vines wrap their mouth and body, Donnie gives you a quick pat on the back,
“Nice”
《MIKEY》
He matches your energy so well
a match made in heaven for real
You can do magic? He’s sitting down with a bowl of popcorn in hand, show him some cool moves!
his favorite glyph is the light glyph
just imagine...
It’s a friday night, you went to the lair for a sleep over with your adorable boyfriend, you guys had a blast, video games, skateboarding, and eating pizza, but now, it was time to rest, as Mikey got comfortable in his hammock, he opens his eyes slightly and sees you doodling on the ground.
“Hm? Whatcha doing?” He asks
“This” you say softly, you slap the glyphs one by one, Mikey watching the light orbs floating up into the air until they hit the ceiling, his eyes widen.
“Oh mi gosh!” He exclaims sitting up, you walk over to him, placing your arm over his shoulder admiring the light show with him.
He definitely draws with you
you guys make little portraits of each other all the time and love seeing each others reaction to it
yall are the definition of couple goals
Thank you for requesting! sorry it took a while i kinda forgot, ANYWAYZZ guys i might forget to do requests so sorry if i forget to do your request for a week.. anyways enjoy! and remember that i love you guys! and drink some water cuz some of yall forget, i said forget a lot wow.
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afreakingdork · 10 months
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Weak Spot - Chapter 21
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus
Synopsis:  Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?
Also available on Ao3
First 💜 Previous
Week 1
You: Let’s see how this works?
You: Okay… I wasn’t sure if I was going to get an auto message each time one failed. It just notes it with a little red mark on the message itself. Not too bad.
You: You probably don’t care about that or already know.
You: These probably aren’t the first messages you wanted to read when you got back
You: I should have thought of something more poignant like…
You: It’s been one day and I miss you already
You: How was that?
You: I didn’t stand a chance against my roommate. She crashed into the bathroom this morning when I was trying to change my bandages saying she knew something was up. She was furious.
You: Not at you though!
You: The injuries read accident to her, like a car accident or something? Her voice was so loud. Stupid concussion is killing me. Hard to make sense
You: She made her point though. She was pissed I hid it from her which is fair.
You: You know you straight up said you were gonna tell me what happened. It was the classic I tell you, you tell me
You: And yet!   
You: I still don’t know.
You: …
You: I don’t know
You: Work catered today, they want to start up weekly catering. I feel like this is one of those things where they’re going to give us a dumb perk so they can take something really messed up away
You: I saw a video where they were discussing supposed new and revolutionary tech. It doesn’t even come close to the few things I’ve seen of yours. Is it frustrating to know society is so far behind you?
You: So Kaleb has a cat now! He literally came home from work and there was just a cat in his apartment. He got her checked out and she wasn’t chipped. He’s still going to put out notices just in case, but she has already taken to sleeping on his stomach. He’s a goner
You: Her name is Graham Cracker 
You: I found 20 bucks on the sidewalk today!
You: Seems lucky, but I’m sort of afraid of luck these days
You: Oh
You: I guess I never told you about that…
You: I haven’t seen those other stupid turtles
You: It doesn’t feel like I’m being watched
You: I feel like I would know, but I’m also not sure
You: Bored today, how about a play by play
You: Breakfast was these microwave mini quiches. It feels so fancy, but it takes a minute and the party sized box means I got food for more than a week!
You: There’s a lady walking and eating a bowl of chili at 834am. I want to know more about her life
You: One of my cubicle mates is coughing up a storm. I heard one of my co-workers ask why she won’t go home. She says she can rest better at work. No fine, just get the rest of us sick.
You: Lunch break! I tried making onigirazu after we had them from that shop, do you remember? They were so good. Mine taste okay, but look terrible. Eh.
You: I don’t usually succumb to the midafternoon slump, but lately I just don’t feel like I have much to look forward to.
You: Wait that sounds bad…
You: Moving on!
You: Freedom!
You: Ugh the whole apartment smells like beans, why has my roommate done this to me!?
You: She also like made dinner so I guess I can’t complain too much
You: Tastes good
You: I’m supposed to progress like business is usual
You: Go through my normal routine
You: Act like nothing happened
You: But something did happen
You: Sorry, I shouldn’t even write this.
You: Disregard
Week 2
You: Some of these packages are straight up unfair
You: Like it started out with cute little things like that monstera spoon
You: Which I’ve already used to strain veggies by the way!
You: But this sticker pack?
You: Like sure I mentioned this show meant a lot to me as a kid, but how did you know which character was my favorite?
You: There is no way you hacked anything to get that info!
You: Could you tell based on my other interests? Do you know me that well?
You: So… I’m not proud of this and full disclosure I went to your apartment last night
You: I guess it’s not your apartment anymore
You: It’s not like I could get in
You: I was sort of drunk and ended up there
You: I just wanted to see it
You: Everything is happening and it feels real
You: I go to work, I see my co-workers, we eat lunch, we do work, I commute home, I see my friends, I see my roommate, but it all feels so fucking hollow
You: Just
You: Anyway, Sheldon was pissed. He kept buzzing my gauntlet over and over
You: He won’t talk to me.
You: I mean obviously he wouldn’t I knew he wouldn’t he
You: You
You: Said he wouldn’t it jeopardizes the plan. He’s only supposed to be there to keep watch.
You: I never saw him, just that damn vibration
You: I left after that.
You: I have a major fucking headache so I guess I learned my lesson
You: I’m drinking water by the way
You: Like you care
You: Woof that looks bad the next day…
You: I was in a bad mood
You: I’m sorry
You: Will these messages make sense without the time stamps?
Week 3
You: Well?
You: Fuck
You: Stupid ocean of texts and shitty red marks
You: Feels like I failed a test
You: I knew there wasn’t a timeline, but in my mind there was
You: I had to count down to something
You: Three weeks made sense
You: Isn’t that like the meaning of a ‘few’ weeks?
You: I went to the art installation with a friend.
You: It was really cool
You: I took some pictures, but not as many as I said
You: Or I guess that wasn’t really an agreement.
You: We never really discussed how that would go
You: A lot of things left unsaid
You: I wonder what I keep expecting
You: Like are you going to show up when you come back?
You: Will I get a calendar invite?
You: Are you just going to respond?
You: Hi
You: Hey
You: Are you in town and your phone is off?
You: Will I even know when you get back?
You: I know you promised, but I don’t think you ever really got my side
You: Oh shit
You: What are you going to do? Stop me?
You: Fuck you
You: Your self worth sucks shit
You: Ha! You can’t say anything back!
You: Seriously what am I in comparison ?
You: I’m just some stupid human. I’m not special. I’m just living my life.
You: I don’t like think I’m ugly or anything. I’m alright. I’m me at the end of every day
You: But you?
You: Seriously fuck you
You: This sucks because I’m actually pumped I get to say what I’m about to say without your stupid emo interruptions but then
You: It just reminds me that you aren’t here
You: Nope not gonna be sad!
You: Anyway
You: Then there’s you.
You: You’re caring. You’re interesting. You’re mysterious. You put on airs like nothing matters when things matter way too much. Plus you’re gorgeous. You’re strong. You’re cut out of fucking marble. You’re a literal walking sculpture. You’re smart. You’re so smart it's actually stupid AND you’re a great lay which is literally unfair to existence. You shouldn’t be all those things  
You: Like share with the rest of us!
You: Why the fuck would you come back to me?
You: What could I possibly offer in comparison to that?
You: You should be with the prettiest model genius the world has ever seen
You: Why
You: Should you come back
You: It doesn’t make sense.
Week 4
You: I think I was given too much time to think
-
Kicking your door open, you stared into your apartment.
It was empty.
You knew that for a fact.
Your roommate had left that very morning to go see her parents for their anniversary.
You were stuck alone.
What a pathetic Friday night.
What else was new?
Crossing the threshold you simply let your coat fall on the floor along with your bag and other useless requirements that validated your existence. There had also been another package. It rolled uselessly out from your things and over to the two others that you had yet to open from this week. Ignoring them as you had been, you threw a foot back. The door slammed shut from it and, with a flick of the wrist, you locked it.
“Welcome home to the sad life of those left waiting!”
You don’t know why you were being so dramatic today.
Trudging away from the pile, you tread towards the kitchen. You weren’t really hungry, but you’d barely picked at your lunch. Fridays had become a testament to capitalistic arrogance as they were days free of meetings and barely filled with work. Still, refusal to adopt some kind of hippie foreign policy kept the higher ups from making the smarter decision to commit to a four day work week. If they had finally exercised some sense, maybe you could have waited until Monday for your reprimand.
It’s not like you meant to send out the work up to the client with an oxford comma.
By all accounts, it was necessary.
Who has a vendetta against a tiny pen flick anyway?
Wandering away from the counter you had approached for no reason, you changed course for the fridge. Light poured from the empty shelves as your roommate had strategically laid out her groceries so she could stuff the thing with party leftovers when she got back.
You, on the other hand, just hadn’t had the sense to shop.
Why do so when you were out almost every other night?
What was left in the cold storage was sauces and not even the most basic building blocks of a meal. Sighing, you switched to the freezer where there was mostly frost bitten ice cream and a box that was far too large for the amount of pretzels it contained. It would do, but lacked some form of protein you probably needed. Flicking up the edge of some pita that definitely needed to be tossed, you glimpsed a box. Pulling it out, it was some discounted freezer meal you had grabbed in case of emergency. Staring at it, you stepped away enough that the door closed.
You could always order in.
Looking out indifferently, your wallet said otherwise. You were due to get paid Monday and you’d been stretching yourself thin in an incessant need to leave the house.
Avoiding one’s thoughts didn’t need to be so damn expensive.
Giving up, you turned and made the few steps toward the microwave. You only sort of gleaned the instructions before reaching for the device’s handle. Your sleeve lifted and there was a peak of your gauntlet underneath it. You quickly slapped the food in and slammed the microwave closed. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s silence had been deafening. He wasn’t supposed to respond, you knew that, but that didn’t keep you from whispering to him in the middle of the night.
You were such a fucking burden.
Turning away from the ticking dial, you headed towards your abandoned things.
Your phone was in there.
The device had been essentially glued to your hand for three straight weeks. It was only in the last few days that you couldn’t bear to look at it. It was the same case with the unopened packages.
Waiting had made you bitter.
Waiting had driven you out in an endless crawl of the city.
Waiting drained your wallet and mind.
You were still waiting.
The microwave beeped in time. Hobbling over to it, you did some stirring and put it right back in for its final rotations. It already paled in comparison to its poster package counterpart, but it only needed to be palatable.
As did everything else.
Walking away again, you headed towards the couch and avoided sitting to hover in front of the TV with the remote. You flipped over to a movie you had heard your gossipy coworker raving about and set it right at its opening studio notes. A completed beep sounded and you went to retrieve your sad looking dinner. It was far too hot and you let it burn the countertop as you got a drink. You then balanced it on scorched fingertips back to the couch before hitting play. You sank down into the cushions before you realized you’d forgotten a utensil. Groaning at the prospect, you left the movie playing as you got a fork. On the way back, you bumped your drink as you sat and barely saved it from a tumble to the floor. In retribution for preventing its freedom, it sloshed onto your pants and you simply stared at the stain before giving up to grab your food. 
Dialog had started as you scooped a bite into your mouth. You immediately scrunched up and chewed as if you were forced to. The texture was wrong and the flavor seemingly took on the mealy quality in a way you couldn’t describe. Thinking only that this was the reason it had been discounted, you ate more out of sheer necessity. With a few calories down, you abandoned the meal to watch the movie. It seemed to be something about a match of two close friends whose quirks led them to really only understanding one another. You were curious what had gotten your coworker riled up when a diagnosis occurred.
Suddenly trapped, you were too far in to do anything and nursed your drink as the movie took a haunting turn. Slowly the routine the pair had going for years was eroded and your chest ached. Still in a rising action, something about the thought of them not being able to watch their favorite movie together again got you. Tears were soon streaming down your face and, as the climax hit, warbled voices speaking of fear activated memories you had tried to keep at bay. The end of the movie sort of happened and by the credits you were hanging your head.
The love was platonic.
No one died.
By all accounts it wasn’t similar at all, so why has this of all things broken you?
Squeezing your face as if it were a sponge to wring out excess tears, you stormed to get a snack. Predictably, or cosmically, the cupboards were bare minus a strange jar of pickled rounds you couldn’t identify and a single popcorn bag that was leaking out of a torn corner. Grimacing at the thought of what that might mean, you cleaned out the cabinet as a whole and ended up accidentally slipping off the counter in the process. You mostly saved yourself, but still hit your funny bone. It exaggerated the stupid tears that kept easily finding their way out of your ducts.  Wilting down to the ground and nursing your arm, you stared out across your apartment.
This was all so dumb.
You were being dramatic.
You hadn’t broken up.
You weren’t even taking a break.
He was just gone on a trip.
So to speak.  
It was as if you were pulling a reverse of what should be. You’d opened so strong with Donatello. You’d put yourself out there with a confidence that welled from an unknown source. As things got more serious, excitement blinded you. Seeing him was an automatic hit of serotonin so who were you to examine the cracks that seemed to always form every single time something interrupted that. It was alarming that small absences sent you down negative paths so quickly. It was as if the improbability of him accepting a courting had bolstered you. Without that seemingly assured futility paired with his rapidly increasing reciprocation, things were simply too real. Greater weight meant greater loss. The thought of which chained your heart.
You pulled your knees up to your chest and set your chin atop them. Your mind swirled with anxieties and the many questions left unanswered. You’d determined to keep from thinking for just this reason. It only lead down dark paths. You were isolated and had no one but yourself to turn to. Sinking further down, more tears snuck free. This time had been especially illuminating on that front. Your woes were confined to your mind. It seemed like the closer you got to Donatello, the less you could tell others what was happening. It hadn’t been expressly forbidden, but his matters felt either private or, at the very least, illegal in some capacity.
Sure, your friends had seen your mutant boyfriend, but who would believe you just so happened to be jumped by three more who were coincidentally created in the same experiment to eradicate mankind?
Raising up enough to bump your head back against the cabinets, you thought about the physical healing you’d done.
At least you’d made some strides in some department.
It meant undoing them would be all the sweeter.  
You needed something greasy.
Standing, you checked the time. It was just late enough that the family places were closed, but early enough that people were just heading out for wild nights. With delivery fees still looming overhead, you looked down at yourself. You’d garnered another stain; this one on your shirt. Caring very little, you marched toward the door. With a swift kick, you toppled the pile you’d left there and rooted out your phone and wallet. Pocketing the device before you could see it, you checked for cash and found that lost bill peeking out. It felt like a sort of fate that you hadn’t thought to use it as a tip elsewhere.
Hitting the street, you stuffed your hands among your possessions. Friday’s poise showed in the passersby and you felt schlubby in comparison. Scrubbing your face only stung where the tears salted your skin and you heard a group of guys laugh. Reminding yourself it wasn’t for you, you turned a corner heading towards the closest fast food chain. Though you’d been out most of the week, the irritations of the day and lonely aspects of the night commingled miserably. You did your best to keep the irrational abandonment at bay, but it seemed incessant.
When had you become so clingy?
You tried to remember before, but it all seemed so futile. In the span of your life you had several decades of time without him and yet they seemed to pale in comparison. It was a red flag of your own making and not one you were keen on taking with you whenever he did return. You needed to temper expectations. You had to act like you hadn’t had trouble sleeping or eating. You needed to stop convincing yourself that your little benders weren’t a necessary evil. You knew better. You needed to miss him less than he clearly missed you.
There it was again.
Wincing so hard a few more stupid tears leaked out, you stopped walking to press your sleeve to your face.
It was obvious.
You didn’t know that for sure.
Why weren’t the rationales working?
Dragging the sleeve across your face so hard it burned, you marched with purpose. Sure, French fries wouldn’t solve your problems and were nothing more than another ridiculous balm, but at least they would taste damn good. You saw the glowing beacon tucked a few blocks down. You burned its lights into your retinas in an attempt to drown out the negative thoughts. They had never reared their head in this way and you were clearly losing the battle.
You had a sea of comments from him that said otherwise and yet given space all you could do was second guess every moment.
In a mental scream, you loudly berated the derogatory voices until you finally reached the restaurant. With doors flung open with a little too much force, you headed straight towards the counter. A man there seemed stunned by your existence for only a moment before his lackadaisical attitude kicked in. You ordered and passed him the 20 to receive change back. Pocketing the money instead of fiddling with your wallet, you wandered over to the sparse seating area.
You hadn’t checked your phone since this morning.
That incessant well of hope sprung up at just the thought.
Mentally building a dam of twigs and mud, you pulled out the device. A few wrong clicks with oily hands meant you bypassed the code to instead bring up the camera. Its last setting had been front facing for whatever reason and you caught sight of what startled the employee. Your hair was a mess, your face was ruddy, your cheeks were clearly tear stained, and there was yet another stain you hadn’t noticed on your shoulder.
Did you eat like an animal?
Cursing the makers of frozen food, you stared listlessly at yourself. You were just bitter enough that you could self-depreciate. Bringing the phone up high to at least attempt a flattering angle, you took a picture with the counter in the background. You shot it off into the sea of other texts with red warnings before thinking to add a comment.  
You: Having the best Friday night ever
In a move that you imagined to be like an old gunslinger, you pocketed your device and leaned into a wall. Your eyes felt watery again so you closed them to keep anything else from falling. You wondered if maybe fighting back was the problem. Maybe you just needed to accept that you had always been the reacher in the relationship and, while you berated Donnie at the prospect of making his life about you, you had done so subconsciously as it was the pit you had fallen into. Acknowledgement would help you untangle the sticky web of complex emotions.  
You must have finally run the gambit of grief.
Acceptance was the final step, or so they said. 
Plotting a better tomorrow and a throw away of this evening, the employee called out to you. Pushing off the wall and feeling the smallest bit better, you went to grab your food. The bag entered your grasp and you lifted it off the tray to keep the worker from having to deal with picking it up later. He took the plastic back and you turned to leave. Parting a glance to the lobby on sheer coincidence, you saw several bills lying on the ground where you had once been. Souring and remembering your old west maneuver had probably dumped them, you sighed as you hobbled over to grab them. In a quick squat, you swiped the tender and heard a resounding clatter of something being dropped in the kitchen.
Slowly pushing off your knees into a rotation, there was a scream and then glass seemed to be flying everywhere. Stumbling backwards and falling into an affixed seat, you opened your eyes from where they were screwed shut to see the lights were now out and the entire front entrance was gone. What remained of it was sharp jagged edges of glass and several people running away outside through the now clear view of the sidewalk. Tinnitus set in signifying there had been some sort of explosion and you deliriously fought against it for clarity’s sake. In what was an embarrassing struggle, you managed to get back on your feet as the first sounds reached your damaged ear drums.
It sounded like the rhythmic motions of heavy machinery. 
Vague memories percolated, which you kicked aside as you scrambled up to a corner to peek at whatever was happening. At the register, barely visible by some emergency lighting coming from within the kitchen, was a huge spider-like shape. Two thick legs dug wide into the ground and held up what you identified as the pilot of what must have been a suit. Another arm was then buried into the ruins of the counter while a fourth was wrapped around the employee who had helped you. The appendage brought the man up to the figure’s face where purple light seemed to burn him as his face was contorted in agony.
“I asked you a simple question.”
You nearly dropped your bag of food.
You’d only heard that voice once before.
It had haunted you for a long while, but it now elicited a very different reaction.
“I-I-I-I d-don’t k-know, m-man! I-I-I s-swear!” The employee stuttered and you could see the mechanics coil around him tighter until he had to give up on his grimace to gasp at the pressure.
You also knew that feeling well.
“Looking for someone?!” You planted your feet and shouted out.
The figure stopped dead.
Your heart made for a similar maneuver as you waited.
Then in a deathly slow turn, the figure’s head pivoted to your direction.
Two huge round purple orbs bathed you in their light.
“R-r-run!” The employee croaked.
That wasn’t happening.
It was nice of him though.
The arm released the man and he crashed into a heap somewhere behind the counter.
Mechanics shifted as metal extracted itself from plywood and the arms rotated the figure to face you. You stared up in awe as they then walked over to you in a methodical fashion. With a bend, the two lower arms brought the figure down until he was almost touching the ground. Memories of fear shot high, but they were intangible compared to what was now in front of you. That night had held a misty figure of torment. Even in the dark, the definition you now had painted him in a totally new light. 
He was clearly disheveled. You had a feeling it wasn’t meant to be that way and this costume had been thrown on in a hurry. The collar of the black jumpsuit he wore hadn’t been zipped up all the way and flopped at a strange angle. His hood teetered back on his head to the point where a slight shift would probably knock it off. It helped accentuate the clear circuitry in there that wasn’t being used. A belt came off his shoulder and dangled uselessly down. It directed your eye further where you found one of his pants legs hadn’t been properly stuffed into his boots. 
It reminded you of how you looked. 
It served to further crop up a sort of kinship that then completely squashed the last embers of alarm left at the sight of him. 
“You’re… not scared.”
His voice was so deep; it was strange. Still around his footwear, you moved to look into those glowing eyes. They had been white from what you last remembered. The recall of which seemed particularly distant. It felt like looking back on a nightmare many days after the fact. You understood why the employee had winced though. His headlamps were incessantly bright.
“I’m not.” Despite the light, you couldn’t help but soften.
Though you couldn’t see his gaze, you could sense he looked you over. Whatever he found appeased him because, when he brought his attention up, he had an assured aura. “Pretend to be.”
You nodded before an arm wrapped reached out to you carefully. You watched it openly as it slithered along your hip before beginning to encircle you. Memories of a coiling snake lapped at your consciousness, but still felt hollow in comparison to the terror from before. Though it looked similar to how the employee had been held, there was a gentleness as you were lifted off the ground. It was hard not to smile as you remembered his order. Trying to play the part, you freely let out a yelp of surprise. .
“H-hey!” You choked out as if you were being strangled even though in reality that was furthest from the truth. 
In a turn and with a stomping of mechanical limbs, you exited out the hole while scared protests leaked off your lips. The wrap hadn’t coiled around your arms and so you made a show of trying to wrench yourself free. Crumbling brick rained down and signaled you were about to head up the building. He let you dangle in a trail behind him so you sent one last desperate plea to the workers who watched on in horror as you disappeared out the threshold. Back in the night air, you watched as three limbs mechanically worked their way up the building. It wasn’t exact, but the way the pack moved more methodically than what you recalled. You hoped the light of the city would help you get a better look at whatever his costume was, but from the back he basically looked like a black blob. 
If he were going for anonymity then he was nailing it. 
You breached the rooftop and he took pause. From your comfortable perch, you craned your head to see him fiddling with something. Waiting, he eventually turned towards you incrementally through use of his pack. 
“We’re going to clear the area. They’ve called the police.”
“Gotcha!” You chirped before remembering yourself. “Oh, am I supposed to keep…?”
“Hold on.”
The pitch was still wrong, but it was teetering more towards recognizable. You were only given a useless moment to wonder if he meant to wait or grab something before he took off. In a rapid crawl that reminded you of a skittering bug, he ate up real estate at an alarming rate. You ended up bunkering down into the arm that shifted its hold as if to shield you. When he finally stopped, you peeked out to find you had to be miles from your original destination. He was fiddling with something again and continued to do so as you were lowered to the roof. The arm lingered until your feet were properly on the ground before he turned to you in a rapid rush.
You realized he’d also gotten his boots down and a gloved hand shot out only to freeze just before grazing you. His head tipped down as he did a blatant sweeping scan that ended in a slow trek to your face. In that time, you finally got the open view of him you craved. His jumpsuit appeared to be purposefully clunky in a way that encompassed his form and gave nothing away of what lay underneath. There was purple stripe detail that lined the zipper that wasn’t pulled up all the way. If it had, the collar would probably obscure his snout all the more. The dangling strap held a similarly colored blocky ‘D’ on it that you found to be an adorable trademark. The only parts of his costume that were suctioned to his skin were where the battle shell stabilized around his waist, his gloves, and his black combat boots that continued the theming with purple laces. His legs were dotted with various pouches and pockets further plumping out his pants with little color coded accents. It all hid him away just like the jet black mask that encased those purple eyes. 
It was no wonder the media couldn’t settle on a name for him.
What would someone even call this?
“You aren’t injured.”
“No.” You spoke the phrase as you continued to examine his outfit.
“The photograph.”
You blinked wide before finally turning your attention straight at him.
Stupid selfie.
“Oh…” You grimaced. “About that…”
He straightened slightly as he waited.
“I…” Your gaze hit the roof below. “… had a bad day… is all.”
“You-” He made a noise of irritation and it was the closest to sounding like him yet. You watched his hands come away from you and reach up to his mask. The lights in his goggles clicked off first and you caught a glimpse of his gaze through the colored glass. In one swoop, the goggles and accompanying fabric were in one yanked off and his hood flicked back. Donnie stood in front of you in a huff.
“You-” You corrected. “-overreacted.”
“I-!?” He rose slightly with indignation. “I returned to the city to find evidence of you, distraught!”
“So you are going to acknowledge it?” You added an icy edge with the turn of your chin.
He dropped back down. “What do you mean?”
Anger shot through you.
That didn’t seem right.
“That you’re back! No hi, hello, or welcome! You just destroy a fucking fast food joint without noticing me at all!” You jammed a finger at him, but kept it from connecting. “One month and you’ve completely reverted! Not only did you freak out, you didn’t try to check in with me, and tracked me, with-” You reeled your arm in and threw the other out to push up your sleeve to show your tech gauntlet. “-this!”
He sank slightly into his suit.
“And even now you’re-!” Your breath hitched.
When had all those tears formed in your eyes?
He was back.
Weren’t you supposed to be happy?
Didn’t you have a plan to quell your excitement?
Why is it all you wanted to do was sob?
“Even now… you don’t…” You choked on the bitterness.
There was a click and release. You looked up to find the arms still standing, but Donnie stepped freely away from the battle shell. He closed the short gap between you, but hesitated again with a lifted finger.
“Guilt keeping you?” You spat quietly.
Wait.
“Guilt?” He dipped his head to catch your eye with a sudden urgency. 
You dodged him.
This wasn’t right.
“A nice little vacation.”  You turned an eye on him only on your own terms.
No, you needed to stop.
He was clearly confused. “It was no vacation, I can assure you.”
“Assure?” Your chest puffed out and leaned your head back. “Calm down, you mean? Quell the piece back home?”
Irrational.
“Piece?” His snout crinkled around the word.    
“Just stop.” You seethed and turned away.
You needed to stop.
None of this was real.
You knew that.
Why couldn’t you stop it from pouring out like blood from a wound?
“Y/N, I don’t understand.” He reached up and pulled the zipper at his suit.
“Ugh!” You almost gagged visibly, but were able to barely keep the theatric in check. “Enough stripping already! The costume isn’t the issue!” 
He stopped and stared at you with a hardening expression.
“I’ll find my own way down.” You headed towards the access door when his hand closed like a vice around your wrist. You whipped around in a fury completely out of your control. “Don’t touch me-!”
He had his phone out and was swiping through it.
Horror blanketed you and you yanked desperately.
He let you thrash, but refused to let go as his eye scanned the device intently.
Bile burned your esophagus as you changed course. You shot towards him and he dodged easily in spin. “Stop!” You screeched and made another swipe that he easily outmaneuvered while still keeping your cuff on tightly. Furious, you twisted around in a new way and caught a glimpse of his screen.
It was your text chain.
Stomach bottoming out to nearly your feet, you dug your nails into the hand on you. Blood seeped from the pressure and you sent a satisfied smirk in his direction. The pained expression you hoped to find there was instead dire solemnity.
It looked eerily close to pity.
Enflamed, but beaten, you shrank away as far as he’d let you until he seemed to catch up with the messages.. He then allowed his phone to clatter to the ground as he turned on you.
“Don’t.” You warned, already curling into yourself.
He didn’t speak and released you.
You stood numbly and rubbed your wrist.
The damage there was your own.
Hadn’t you wanted to run?
He was coming close and you shirked away from him.
“Donnie stop.”
Like an unrelenting force, he continued to step towards you.
“Listen!” Your voice sounded thin.
He reached out.
“Don’t touch me!”
He halted on contact with the phrase.
You wanted to retract.
You wanted to scream.
You wanted to cry.
This wasn’t how the reunion was supposed to go.
It shouldn’t have happened tonight.
Tonight was already deemed a waste. 
“I’d like permission.”
You refused to look at him. “For what?”
Just go.
“To comfort you.”
Why?
“Why?”
“I should have found another way; one that didn’t involve leaving you.”
Stop prolonging the inevitable!
Move on already!
All you’ve done is lead me on!
Go be with the perfect being that is clearly waiting on you!
Stop wasting my time!
Stop wasting yours!
The screams were so loud, your knees buckled.
Instead of falling, you dropped to a squat and buried your face into your hands. Your breath was so loud within the cupping, but it still wasn’t enough to quell those raging irrational thoughts.
You heard a swish of fabric.
He was still there.
He refused to stop hovering.
Why did he keep waiting?
Why wouldn’t he just leave?
Maybe you needed to tell him?
He needed to hear it.
Even if you wanted to, you knew you were too pathetic to ever do it.
No matter how much you wanted better for him.
You were too selfish.
You had been waiting so long for his return.
He was back.
Raising up as if puppeteered by an entirely different entity, you felt the night air hit your wet cheeks.
Of course, you were crying again.
You turned your devastated expression on him and spoke through glass. “I’m sorry.”
He was close; as close as he could possibly be with his big body and yet he still hadn’t touched you. He held out a hand and a handkerchief was deposited there from one of his arms of the battle shell even though it still sat a length away. Taking great care in adjusting the fabric in his hold, he blotted your cheeks. It was there that you felt how he’d maneuvered it so he wasn’t even touching you through the fabric.
His staunch following of your direction caused more tears to flow.
Stupid perfect asshole. 
He caught the drips easily.
“I’m a mess.”
He shook his head.
“I have photo evidence to prove it.”
He raised a brow that said he disagreed.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
He stared for a moment longer before his gaze sank along with his hand. He stared at the darkened spots where your tears had absorbed into the handkerchief. “My first response needs to be a perfect encapsulation of my thoughts. Though, I am having difficulty formulating one.”
“Silence isn’t better.”
“I see that.”
Shifting off your rapidly numbing legs, you let yourself fall onto your ass.
“I should have realized.” There was a thump of him presumably doing the same. “I could have done something to quell your concerns.”
“Quell, huh?” You responded dryly.
You felt his gaze snap to you. “I ignored your prior insinuation because it was patently erroneous, but I find it alarming that you would bring it up again.”
“Bring up what?” Your legs were still a tangle in front of you and you hiked them up to bury your chin into your knee.
“That there could be anyone else.”
How many times would you force him to say that?
“It makes sense.”
“It doesn’t.” There was a shift as he somehow scooted even closer to you with nary a graze.
“Keep that up and we’ll need a microscope to prove your following orders.” You flicked him a harsh glance.
“I’ll supply one.”
“Donnie.”
“There is no one else. Not here. Not in the Hidden City. There is-” His hand appeared first as an anchor by your hip and then his face as close to yours as could be. “-only you. There has only been you since we met.”
You were glad your lips were pressed to your knee because it kept the questions from sneaking out.
“I will reassure you as many times as is necessary for you to believe me.”
After a lengthy blink, you finally turned a watery eye towards him.
“It does not ‘make sense’ or, however you chose to put it, otherwise. I have never entertained anyone as I have you. I also can’t imagine doing so. Do not depreciate your worth. You have no idea how valuable you are. I will admit, though, that I am unable to be objective in that regard.”
Your head rose from its perch and shook ever so slightly as you stared.
“You had openly shared your concerns regarding abandonment prior. I should have realized that, no matter the circumstance, this was analogous.”
Your mouth turned down threateningly and levered the well of your tear ducts.
“I cannot make up for the time we’ve lost, but you can be damn sure that I will not allow anything to separate us again.” There was a wicked edge to his eye that spoke of things set into motion that were probably best left unknown.
“Why me?” Your knee dropped down, leaving your torso exposed.
He gave his patented look. “I believe you were the one to attempt pivoting that statement through the other’s lens.”  
Your brows knit.
“I could ask you the same, a stalemate.”
You shifted, opening yourself up all the more. “Why don’t you worry about me finding someone else?”
He squinted as if that were impossible. “Why should I?”
You pursed your lips and turned away a little. “Sorry, ‘Mr. Perfect.’”
“Setting aside your sarcasm, I just acknowledged fault, i.e. the enemy of perfection.”
“No.” You gave a sigh as you changed positions to face him. “I was being rude because you apparently think you’re so good that I couldn’t possibly go after anyone else.”
His gaze flicked away as if he were waiting for some joke to be called. When one didn’t, he returned with honest confusion. “For the sake of this… thought exercise, and I want to remind you that it is such and thus hypothetical on all accounts, that I would know the moment I came into contact with you, if you had been unfaithful, but, again for the sake of the exercise, I will ask, why would you cheat on me to begin with?”
“We’d have to be dating.”
His head bobbed as again he searched for the camera crew before returning to you with an affronted look. “We are.”
“Are we?” You lowered yourself under the weight of nerves.
“We continually go on dates, you’ve slept over nearly as much as you did your own apartment… We are by all accounts romantically entwined.”
“Your…” You could only find earnest intent across from you. “That’s something you have to establish!”
Donnie pinched the bridge of his snout. “I did!”
“Uh, no, you didn’t!”
Donnie shook his head like he couldn’t believe what was being said. “You told me I had to clarify when I asked you out and then I did exactly that. I didn’t mince my words and you accepted verbally.”
You stared openly and searched to find no such memory. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“All this time-” Donnie growled and brought a hand up to push between his eyes like he had an oncoming migraine. “I don’t know what’s more concerning; that you somehow didn’t realize or that there was even a possibility you could go to someone else.”
“Donnie!”
Donnie dropped his arm and stared at you with fiery determination. “Would you like to date exclusively?”
“… Yes.”
“Would you like to be monogamous?” A venom leaked in there that said he would fight otherwise even though he offered the choice.
It brought the bud of a smile to your lips that you fended off. “Yes.”
“Then we are officially confirmed, though I refuse to acknowledge this as an anniversary. Voice your agreement.”
The grin blossomed against your will. “I agree and also, you’re keeping track? You don’t seem like the anniversary type.”
He shot you a biting look which he quickly traded for recognition. “Was that the source of your insecurity?”
You opened your mouth and closed it to turn away. “I want to give a flat yes, but… no. It’s clearly more.”
Donnie nodded slowly. “Is there anything I can do?”
You shook your head. “This has all been terrible timing. I… I literally just decided tonight to start working on this…”
“This being…?” 
“You name it: negative thoughts, doomsaying, self blame, fear of abandonment...” 
Carefully, he placed a hand to the ground near you. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to touch you, but resisted by digging a pad into the roof. “Was there a particular revelation?”
You gave a single dry chuckle. “You could say that.” Your head tilted as you stared at his hand. “A bad day led to worse thoughts. I’ve been fighting it, but I’m weak.”
You could feel offense rolling off your partner.
“I’m clingy, needy, and, apparently, super insecure. Logically, I knew it was all… illogical, but the bad thoughts just kept coming. I feel like a huge hypocrite.” You fought the urge to curl up. “It’s barely been a month and I worked myself up into such a tizzy that I convinced myself there had to be someone else. Not because I had evidence or an inkling, but because I just… thought so little of myself? … I guess?”
One of his fingers curled and stroked the uneven surface below in an attempt to soothe himself.
“Even now, I believe you. I hear you. I want to be happy. I can feel it submerged beneath this stupid ocean of doubt that I am; that we’re finally official.” You shot him a look which he caught with a tired expression. “To me.” You clarified before dropping your gaze. “Which is great, but it’s not an instant fix. The doubt is still there even though I know it isn’t real. Us… being close. It’s like an imposter syndrome that doesn’t set in until we’re apart and I can see it. Like no matter how close we get, you’re destined to leave.”
Donnie stopped and spread his digits out flat.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t the reunion either of us wanted…”
“The kind doesn’t matter.”
You looked up at him to find that he was also examining his own hand. “When you say it like that, it sounds like it doesn’t matter that I’m upset.”
He chuffed before looking at you, deadpan. “I despise when you’re upset, but reuniting, no matter the circumstance, was my top priority. It was always meant to be the first action upon my return. I would have preferred to take you in my arms, but I am also to blame for that failed occurrence.”
“What… happened? What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.”  He responded too quickly before relenting by tossing his head. “I emerged from a portal with my phone at the ready. I sent the retrieval code and allowed the messages to filter in. While they were dispersing, I messaged S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to see if you were home. He replied that you weren’t so I switched back to our text chain and that’s where I saw… that photo.”
In a shift of your body weight, you pressed a hand near his and leaned onto it.
“I’ll admit the next actions are a blur outside of the single drive to eradicate whoever had the notion of harming you.”
You have a small smile. “Kinda hard when it was a movie and me.”
“A movie?”
You mocked a wince before rolling your eyes. “Even more dumb; it was nothing like us, but it was just some sad flick where one friend dies… Nevermind, the point is the thought of them not being able to hang out anymore hit me wrong.”
He made a noise of comprehension before his silence tugged your eye. You looked to find him thinking, but there was a hostile air to him.
“You’re not going after the writers, directors, or whoever!”
“Hm?” He looked up and you could see the plastic veneer of how synthetic his surprise was.
“Quit! It’s a story! Some movies are sad!” You blew a puff of air at him and he turned away from it.
“I suppose that leaves you.”
“Yeah…” You looked over at his battle shell. “I’m not gonna win that one.”
“I beg to differ.”
You gave him an audacious look, but he simply returned it with a neutral one that spoke of nothing else. “Huh.”
“A glaring weakness.” He said simply before returning his gaze to his hand.
You tried to imagine what that was before another image sank it and left goose bumps in its wake. “Take me in your arms? Were you daydreaming about me Donatello?”
The sudden use of his full name in a casual manner seemed to jar him though he fended off physically doing so. He let it linger before his expression shifted to a tender one. “May I?”
You weren’t sure what he was asking, but your lips moved. “Yes?”
He rose up and you felt grounded by the intense look he shot you. He then leaned in threateningly close and brought an arm up. Instead of catching you, it simply hovered as a cage around your shoulder as his nose leveled out with yours. “You plagued me to the point where it interfered with my work. It was the inability to contact you that was the true torment. You have no idea the amount of times I considered popping back into the city. It only need be long enough to glimpse you in a futile attempt to quell that inane distraction if only for a moment.”
You shrank away and hoped to fall into his arm. 
Still trapped by your order, he adjusted to keep you from doing so while leaning farther forward to make up for the space. 
“You-?” A shudder interrupted you, but you forced your eyes open through it.
“Missed you.” His gaze flicked to your lips then back to your eyes for clarification. “I missed you.”
A tear ran down your cheek and you watched it try to pull Donnie’s eye. He refused it and you launched yourself at him. With your arms encircling his neck, he allowed you to knock him clear to the ground. There you refused to let go and buried your face into his collar. You felt his arms hovering and you had to turn just enough to speak out. “Please. Hold me-no-whatever you want. Just anything, please.”
His arms came around in a crushing force and you happily accepted by desperately rooting as close to him as possible. It took far too much wiggling for what could have been comfortable, but you eventually settled with your legs slotted between his, curled up on his plastron. He rubbed at your back in both a soothing and hungry motion. You butted your head further against his and he dipped down to bury his against your hair. He paused suddenly there and you felt him take a deep breath. He then made a noise of irritation before doing his own desperate jostling. You giggled as he scrubbed manically at you with his head. The faint scales of his cheeks tickled yours and he got a grip on the back of your head to keep you in place while he did his work. It wasn’t until he stopped, gave another testing sniff, and let his muscles relax that you finally chanced questioning it. “Something off about my smell? I haven’t taken a shower yet.”
“There was no trace of mine.”
You blinked wide before propping yourself up with elbows to his plastron to look down at him. “Yours?”
“Mine.” He repeated firmly though his gaze clearly indicated it was meant differently.
You shrank down to join your hands around his chest. You let the heat in your cheeks smolder before a little counter thought buoyed you. “It goes both ways since… you are my boyfriend after all.”
You felt his whole body give a single second tense at the statement before his arms reaffirmed their encircling. It gave you time to reign in your overwhelmed emotions. 
When you came to, you felt sleepy. “How was the Hidden City?”
“I saw little. I tucked myself away into a lab and only left a handful of times.”
You tried to picture him surrounded by proper lab equipment. “You did say it was no vacation.”
“Indeed.” He quieted and you felt one of his thumbs begin to draw lazy circles around the small of your back. “We can go one day, on our own terms. I’m sure you will be stunned by the beauty there.”
“Not you?” You hummed, shifting your chin against his pectoral plate. 
“Never.”
Against your body’s protest, you hoisted yourself up again. “I don’t want to go then.”
His gaze dipped to you genially, but his head continued to lay flat. “Not interested in making memories anew?”
“Giving better context is fine, but hearing you actively dislike it makes me less curious. We’re making memories just fine. Plus, it’s hard for me to care about a place I didn’t even know existed until a month ago.”
He smiled, satisfied, and closed his eyes.
You sank back against his chest and grew still until you could just feel the faintest rise and fall of his breath. With the terrible voices finally tapering off in the face of Donnie’s dedication, you gave a single snort as you remembered something.
His finger tapped you to communicate his question.
“There was one real downside tonight.”
“And what’s that?”
“I didn’t get to eat the food I bought. I honestly have no idea what happened to it.”
Donnie gave an amused snort of his own.
“What?” You pouted even though he couldn’t see it. “Sure, it’s crap and cheap, but I still wanted it.”
“Look up.”
You had a question on your lips, but, as you shifted to obey, you heard the movement of his battle shell. It walked over until one of its mechanical arms outstretched and held a paper bag overhead.
You rose up in time with your arms to take it with both hands. “What the…?” The arm released and you immediately felt the heat. “It’s still hot!?”
“My battle shell has a warming function. It’s obviously not fresh, but-”
You ignored him to scrambled off and sit cross-legged beside him with the bag between your legs.
He grumbled as he forced himself upright.
You pulled out your sandwich and unfurled the paper slowly, savoring the scent that rushed out. You then sank your teeth into it and took a huge bite. Coming away to chew, you threw your head back and gave a happy hum.
Whatever latent ire Donnie had melted away and you could feel him watching you with affection.
Swallowing your bite, you dunked your hand into the bag to retrieve some fries and held them out to him. “Thank you.”
He exchanged a look between them and you several times before leaning forward to bite down. You released as he took them and watched as he cutely chewed them up into his mouth with rabbit-like imagery. He caught your enamored staring and you shirked away from his smirk to take another bite of your sandwich. He leaned back and planted his arms out behind him on either side to lazily gaze skyward. You scootched over until you were slotted against his side and leaned into him. You then continued to eat while routinely feeding him fries. Savoring your meal, you eventually finished and flopped against him to bear nearly all your weight. He accepted it easily and sank down until he could lay his head against yours.
You nudged him affectionately and lamented how greasy your lips were. You doubted he’d want to kiss you like that and internally sulked. In a gentle shift of metal, the battle shell dropped down and created a backrest for both of you. When you leaned into it, it then shifted for added comfort and to create a protective barrier around you. Pacified in nearly every sense, you stared up at the stars as everything else felt insignificant. It meant when a voice did reach you, it felt particularly far away.
“We are to not decide actions for the other solitarily.”
You hummed your affirmation.
“Are you conscious enough for this conversation?” Donnie craned his head and appeared in the top right of your vision.
“I’m up.” You twisted your body some so you could watch him.
“How do you feel about what I did tonight?”
You tilted your head, about to think it over, when he continued.
“Barring the tracking and overreaction.”
Raising your brows in comprehension, you gave a little nod as you thought it over. “I probably should care more about the property damage, but it’s just some dime a dozen chain. Well… wait. Does it hurt the franchise owner?”
Donnie studied you carefully, but his features gave little away. “And the employee?”
Shifting as he ignored your question, you frowned. “Did you hurt him?”
“Nothing lengthy.”
“And franchise?”
“It’s easy enough to look up ownership in addition to their insurance policy. After the Krang, most businesses in New York are required to carry a level of supernatural coverage.”
Krang?
“Why do you ask?” You really didn’t want to sit up, but the conversation was begging you to.
He was quiet for a long moment. You watched carefully as his eye held a heavy quality before he sent it upwards towards the sky. “With your permission, I’d like to slowly bring you into my world. Given lengthy time to evaluate our options, I’ve determined ignorance is no longer your safest course.” Dropping his withdrawal, he looked down at you with a sudden lighthearted air. “You think I, of all people, would have realized knowledge is one’s greatest defense.”
“You’re the dumbest smart guy I know.” You beamed up at him.
He soured into nearly a glare.
“Don’t worry. You’re still mine and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You leaned up to peck him and paused as you remembered the grease.
He noticed and reached down to something you didn’t care to look at. You were carving his image back into your fresh memory when the crinkling of paper followed. His hand then appeared with a brown napkin. You shot him a smile before taking it to wipe your face. When you came away he was obviously presenting his cheek. You played up a show as if you were forced before leaning in to give him a kiss. Right before you made contact, he turned and caught your lips with his own. Trying to downplay how he’d caught you off guard, you decided to get him back by deepening the maneuver with a sudden ferocity. Air rescinded as he sharply inhaled in surprise. 
Coming away only enough that when he spoke his lips brushed yours, he asked, “Your response?”
“Yes, all around.”
“Good.” He pulled another kiss from you in a slow way that made the way your lips resisted separation all the more apparent. “Do you like Italian?”
“Food?” You had to pull back to laugh. “I mean sure, we’ve had it before.”
A little content rumble came from his chest as the arm around you pulled you back to him. “There is an event I’d like you to attend as my date. It will send a message. I will not be surprised again. Is that agreeable?”
“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was right. You are possessive, hm?”
“Then it is a good time to mention that another factor in all of this is selfishly wanting you by my side. Always”
This time you stole a kiss.
He was growing more hesitant to pull away, but he seemed to want to say something else.
You decided to be the one to interject “It’s another ‘it goes both ways.’”
Against his will, his eyes grew owlish.
You dipped your voice down and ghosted over his lips as he had you. “You’re not the only one who wants the world to know who you belong to.”
In a growl, he flipped you and crushed his mouth to yours as the battle shell reconfigured into a sort of supportive seat. You made out until you heard a fist bang against metal. Donnie then rose up with anger painting his features. “Incessant!” He growled and looked down on you. “As much as I’d like to continue. I have one more obligation that must be fulfilled.”
“Yeah?” Your lips throbbed, kiss bruised.
“A stipulation of our agreement was him being able to see you as soon as you were cleared, safe, and content.” Donnie sat back on his knees and brought his arm up. It was then that you realized his gloves had disappeared long ago. Remembering the way they had once grown, it made sense they could retract similarly. With a shove, his sleeve pushed to his elbow and he tapped his tech gauntlet with excessive force.
“Him?” You wondered aloud, though the word hadn’t actually registered in your mind.
As if to answer your question, there was a sudden droning sound coming in fast.
You shot up, nearly crashing into Donnie as you searched the sky.
You located the faint glow of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s rotors soon enough and stood ready as he crashed into you.
“Careful!” Donnie hissed, softening your impact with an arm behind your back.
“I’m sorry, Y/N! I’m so sorry! Having to listen to you every night and not being able to respond broke my metaphorical heart! You have no idea how many times I wanted to say screw it and come see you! No matter how dumb the whole thing was, the safest decision was not to, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree. Just know I heard every word and I’m gonna so make it up to you! I’ve got a whole list! Just like the things you mentioned! It’s gonna be awesome!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. outpoured in speech so fast you could barely keep up.
Donnie sparked and looked down at you with wide eyes. “Every night?”
You looked up at him sheepishly. “Uh…”
“More than you were texted. That’s for sure.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. remarked proudly.
“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!” You barked before turning to Donnie apologetically. “It was different. I knew he was there-”
“It’s alright.” Donnie cut you off and you could see he was already sinking into a self-depreciation you knew all too well.
“No!” Not letting go of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., you shot to your toes and then had to do a jump to catch Donnie’s lips. The first kiss only made contact with his chin and he jostled awkwardly at the move. His gaze met yours to find you sitting firm with narrowed brows and fiery determination. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed out a teasing syllable as Donnie dipped down into reach so you could kiss his worries away.
NEXT
Also huge shout-out to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83!
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milks-thoughts · 1 year
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IM MAKING MORE :DD since people seemed to like my last post
this is so self-indulgent I can’t. I'm sorry if this writing is dog water
not proofread!
word count: 867
TW: death, war, apocalypse, illness, it’s bad future rottmnt we all know what’s going down
“ And it was nice “
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Your hands gently shook, you looked at the smooth ground. Your lover's shell laying on the wall. your mouth opens in a small breathy intake before you sobbed.
" I knew you once, and it was nice. "
You were 16, a dumb teenager doing a science experiment on your roof. the chemical compound had exploded and colored the roof in a purple disaster. you turned and looked at your friend, his normally green face was purple like yours. a small laugh left you as you tried cleaning his face. he pushed you off and grumbled at you "C'mon! let me help- I was the one who wasn't listening to you and made the mess " Donnie just glared and you playfully shoved him a bit
" I knew your brain and your heart...and all your insides "
The first major casualty of the resistance hurt. it was a group of 30 that ended like a few ants on the sidewalk. It was a mission to infiltrate the Kraang and destroy a large portion of them. Donnie's tech had been destroyed like nothing like the titanium was just toothpicks. it had hurt him but no one said anything about it. your oh so rough hands held his face gently. he leaned into your touch and you simply sat there, letting his fears wash away. your gentle touches helped to heal his scars.
"Oh, I could tell, just with a look. what you were thinking, that's all it took "
Donnie glared after Leo, it was their fourth argument of the week and it was only Wednesday. April held CJ close to her before walking off, Mikey left in the middle again. you sighed and followed after Donnie, his prosthetic leg uncomfortably moving with each stride. his eyebrows furrowed in what one person could explain as anger. But you could see, he was scared. you all were. Cassandra died and left a child with the resistance, the apocalypse was no place for a baby after all. you caught up to your lover, his gaze softened when he turned to you. you simply held his face like all those years ago. you quickly learned to become the glue after Raph died a few months back
" you shared your secrets, and I shared mine "
He looked down and spoke to you of his plans " I'm going to plant an explosive in the Kraang base " he spoke of your mission in a few months. the resistance was charging the main Kraang base. you planned to attack Kraang Prime and hit him where it hurt. your eyes widened as he continued " the explosive will only detonate if you are within ten feet of it " your eyes widened in horror "Donatello no! " you yelled at him, already knowing what he was planning " the resistance needs this! " you felt tears brim your eyes as you sucked in a shaky breath " But I need you " the silence had never been more deafening.
" silence was comfy, without having to try "
You were going over food and other supplies, and he was fixing someone's prosthetic that had gotten stuck. Donnie, he smiled at you. It was another late night when you both struggled to fall asleep. You remembered nights like this before everything happened. Nights where you would draw, or do late-night school reports. and he worked on tech, you missed school even if it was hell. the apocalypse started right as you started college, April had convinced you to join her.
" We swapped our smiles, gifted advice "
Donnie smiled widely at you once you both figured out how to get the power working again. the resistance needed power, especially in the infirmary. He glanced at your paper afterward, you were quickly placed in charge of keeping track of food and other materials " you should also write when they'll expire " you hummed in agreement. too many times the food you have relied on has gone bad. You looked at the machine he was working on " you should grease the cogs a bit more, it's not gonna go fast enough "
" yes, I knew you once "
you tried fighting against Leo's hold as Mikey led the remaining resistance away. the plan had gone terribly and Donnie, your love, your life died for no reason. All you had left was a battleshell, his mask wrapped around one of its arms. you sobbed into its hard material. you have never felt more anguish, not even when you lost your parents.
" And it was nice "
the resistance had gotten sick with some strange illness. you were recovering from an amputated leg. April stayed at your side the whole time, they all knew you weren't going to survive. Hell, you knew you won't survive. so you held out until CJ had become a nice young man, and Mikey had such power that he could open portals, where April's hair had started to become gray. you couldn't help but let go, illness was pain, it was suffering. your eyes had become sunken in and your body was refusing food. You didn't feel as tired anymore. You blinked and saw the one person you prayed you'd see in death " I wondered when you were finally going to rest my love "
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xxlunar-0988-xx · 1 year
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I didn’t realise I slid into your ask box🤨🤨 anyways.
I’ve come to ask for some rise donnie x reader comfort where donnie comforts the reader who’s been having a hard time? I’ve been have a really rough week with my family and it would be amazing to see something with my comfort character and one of my favourite writers, of course take your time if you do decide to do my request and have a great day or night.
YESS i finally have a reason to write rottmnt 😭, anyway-
Of course i can do it! It'll probably take a while since i have like 10 exams this week but I'll try to write it as fast as possible! And i don't know if you wanted it to be romantic of platonic so i made both :D
Anyway sorry if the characters are a bit oc i just watched the movie nad not the show 😅 but I'm planning to watch it, and by planing I'm saying my friend, that i am not naming cuz i respect their privacy, is gonna force me to watch all the episodes with them
Key words: y/n - your name ; p/n - pet name ; s/o - significant other ; n/n - nickname
Rise Donatello x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used) platonic and romantic
Warnings: nothing
Enjoy!
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Romantic:
The sounds of tools and metal could be heard clanking in Donnie's laboratory as y/n approached, not so enthusiasticly, let's just say they had a bad week, a really bad one
As they opened the lab door Donnie turned around quickly to see who it was, and sighed in relief as he saw his s/o approaching
"hey p/n, how are you?" He asked as he quickly dropped whatever he was doing, but he was still sat in his chair
"not so great." They said as they sat down on one of Donnie's chairs, sighing
"oh what happened?." He asked, his happy voice dropping to more of a sad tone, i mean who wouldn't be sad to hear the love of their life sad, "if you're willing to talk about it of course." He added as to not make them uncomfortable
"it has just been hard lately." They said, "honestly i just wanna curl up in to a ball and sleep."
"want to hug it out?" Donnie mumbled
"what was that?" Y/n asked as they lifted their head up in confusion
"do you want to hug it out?" Donnie asked, slightly embarrassed as he opened up his arm's
Y/n smiled warmly as they hugged their boyfriend, he was took by surprise, even though it was his idea to hug, but hugged them back nonetheless
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Maybe five minutes have passed and the couple was still hugging
"do you want to talk about it now?" Donatello asked as he tilted his head to the side, not letting go of them of course
"just give me a few more minutes Don." They said as they buried their face deeper in the crook of the turtles neck
"okay." Donnie said as he hugged them tighter, a warm smile spreading across his face, he was just glad to have them in his arms,
Platonic:
Y/n groaned loudly as they entered Donnie's lab, plopping down on a chair near the turtle
"well you're in a bad mood." Donnie said, not looking away from god knows what he was doing now
"yup." They answered simply as they turned their head towards the turtle, not planing to get up from the chair
A couple of minutes passed and it seemed like neither were gonna start a conversation
"what's making you this grumpy anyway?" He asked as he looked towards y/n for a second and then back to what he was working on
"you wanna hear it in detail or?" They asked
Donnie sat there for a couple of seconds thinking on of he wanted them to rant about what was bothering them, or does he want to hear a three word sentence that barely explains about their bad mood
"well?" They asked, seeing Donnie become quiet all of a sudden
"rant your heart out n/n." Donnie said as he, for once, stopped working on whatever it was on his table and turned towards y/n, elbow on the desk as he seemed to look anoyed, but y/n knew he wasn't because he would have thrown them out of his room a while ago
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Y/n spilled their heart out as they said everything in detail, and Donnie listened to all of it without question
"and that's about it... Thank you for listening Donnie." They said
"no problem, if you need me I'm always here." He said
"uhm- can i get a hug?" Y/n asked as they opened up her arms
Donnie rolled his eyes, but opened is arms as well, giving permission for y/n to hug him
Y/n jumped on him, giving him a big warm hug as Donnie almost fell out of his chair
"Anyway, gotta go bye Donnie! thank you again for listening." They said as they let go of the hug and left the room
Donnie just continued to work on his project like nothing happened
Sorry if it's short i kinda didn't know what to write 😅 but anyway, i hope you liked it and if you would like any changes, i will gladly change it to your liking :)
I hope you have a great day/ night/ afternoon
Bye!!!
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jadethest0ne · 2 years
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You mentioned not liking how Mikey and Leo’s arcs are usually handled and trying to make something more suited in your once human au. I was curious what you do/don’t like about the all the brother’s arcs in general.
Oooh that is a good question actually... I think the simplest way to explain my issue with any of the character arcs in the TMNT franchise as a whole is that - I like my TMNT media to give equal narrative weight and screentime to all turtles, and my issues with Mikey and Leo's arcs boil down to the fact that Mikey is often side-lined and given no character arc and Leo is focused on way too much to the point that it gets tiresome and overdone.
And that's probably why I like Donnie and Raph so much because they do get fairly balanced moments of growth and screentime in most versions that they appear in.
It's sad to me that one of the few versions that I've seen so far that gives equal screentime to each character is TMNT 1987. Which is a fun version, don't get me wrong, but since the story itself is moreso geared towards villain-of-the-week type scenarios, there's not necessarily "arcs" for the characters that much. So it's frustrating to me that other versions, which do give deeper development to the turtles, don't do so equally. It somewhat defeats the purpose to me of the TMNT as a team, as a family, if they don't grow together.
That's the TL;DR of it, but for more character-specific info, read on:
So, let's break down each character and what I like/don't like about their arcs. I'm gonna go in (rough) order of who I think gets the most attention by the writers/creators, from least to most.
Michelangelo
It is unfortunate to me that Mikey seems to get sidelined the most. I haven't seen a TMNT version yet that gives him an actual arc (granted, I haven't seen ALL versions all the way through, but this is a general observation I have). He seems to be relegated to "comic relief" or "baby brother" in a lot of versions. I love him, don't get me wrong, but what I'd love to see in any version is maybe that wide-eyed optimism, friendliness, and jokester attitude challenged in a real way by the plot or by some villain. I think you could really get something deep with that, and I think such an arc would work well for his character. The closest I've seen to Mikey getting some deeper development is the original Mirage comics and Rise of the TMNT, but even then, I feel like the focus often stays on the other three. The one positive part of what he does seem to do for the narrative as a whole, is it often seems like he's the glue that holds the group together. When things get dark, Mikey is there to brighten things up in his own way. This boy deserves more love and attention by the writers on a whole!
Donatello
Donnie is another one to often get pushed to the side a bit and fills the niche "brainy/techy" role. However, his character is often less of a "joke" than Mikey is sometimes made out to be. He gets a lot of good moments in a lot of versions. He's given a lot of angst as well (looking at you 2003). The amount of screentime he gets seems to be largely dependent on the version. I believe the 2007 movie barely gave him any lines/scenes, but then you've got '87, '03, and Rise that gives him TONS of awesome standalone episodes. The main thing I'd change for him, is the same thing with Mikey and that is that this guy needs a bigger plot role as well and an actual character arc. He almost gets one in Rise of the TMNT - and I think it's a good one about feeling more self-worth, getting deserved recognition, and also allowing his emotions to show beyond his "bad boy" facade. Unfortunately, even in Rise, I feel like some of his growth is overshadowed by Raph's and Leo's (and Splinter's, too, actually) (side-note, kudos to Rottmnt for actually giving Splinter a character arc).
Raphael
Out of all of the turtles, I believe Raphael has the best balance when it comes to screentime, focus episodes, and character growth throughout ALL versions. A lot of versions give Raph the growth of having to overcome his anger and attitude, and allow him to work more cohesively with his brothers. I'm a personal sucker for the "tough on the outside, soft on the inside" character trope, and Raph is basically this to a T in most incarnations. I like it when his arc is often allowing that soft side of himself to show and allowing him to have a closer connection to his brothers and the people around him. As well as allowing him to be less angry at not just others, but also at himself. It's a solid character arc in my opinion, and one that doesn't take away from the others around him, but instead enhances them because his arc is often how he treats/works with others. Rise gives him a different version of that - he needs to work with others better, not because he's too tough, quite the opposite in fact, but because he needs to learn to trust his family just as his family trusts him. He needs to learn to let go more, which I think is a similar, yet unique facet to his character and I appreciate Rise for that. I have very little negatives to say about any Raphael arc. He could stand to hit Mikey less in '03 and '12 tho. That bugs me to no end, but is a frustration for a different time.
Leonardo
Ah yes, the golden child. The favored son. The one everyone (both inside and outside the narrative) likes. In fact, that's exactly what bothers me about Leonardo. Leonardo is pretty much ALWAYS given a huge arc that ties in with the main plotlines of the story, and it almost always is tied to his role as the leader. I feel like lots of versions of Leo give him the leader role and make him the "best/most skillful" ninja without him earning that title. He just is. He's the "eldest" son. He's just good at what he does. He's just Splinter's favorite. And I think there's something wrong with that when they're supposed to be a family and it kind of sucks to see the narrative, and by proxy, Splinter, play favorites. And often the narrative seems to present Leo's judgement on things as correct, even when sometimes he's wrong. But because he's the LEADER it's presented by the narrative that he is almost always right. It feels like the writers have to create a conflict that Leo needs to overcome or a decision that he has to make, and decide from the get-go that he's going to make the right decision, without really figuring out the nuances of said conflict first. So to me, a lot of his "leadership arc" falls flat, because I feel like he is written as Leader first and Character second. So it's a similar frustration to me with Mikey's (lack of) character growth - his role in the group/narrative is what defines him more than his actual personality. Rise of the TMNT is the only one where I feel like his growth was actually earned, and that is because he was starting from a much lower point. He needed to learn responsibility and heroism in a way that other Leos just have from the get-go. I could actually see Rise-Leo being leader because that growth was set up - not just his leader-like qualities, but also his skills with his weapons, and his ability to plan. I'd like to see more of that from Leo rather than just a guy that we're supposed to respect from the very beginning, just because the narrative says so.
So there you have it, my general take on character arcs in TMNT. I feel like what might help this sort of unbalanced narrative issue that TMNT has is maybe do something like what Ducktales 2017 or Teen Titans did - and that is give each character their own focus-season. In both DT and TT, each main character got sort of a season to themself that focused on them and followed their general arc. You could do something similar with TMNT - give each turtle their own season. And idk, if it goes further than four seasons, then idk give April, or Splinter, or Casey their own focus season, or one that ties everyone together for a big send-off. That's one idea. Either that or actually just plan out an equal-ish number of episodes and plot threads for each turtle.
Overall, my issue is with the balancing rather than the arcs themselves.
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bcuz your a new writer and idk of you got any requests , and i wanna see some of your writing , may i request ?
if so , how about some rottmnt x (female)reader who loves to be tickled but is scared to ask the brothers to tickle them ? platonic or romantic , id really mind but if you could make it platonic that bw sweet <3
love you , hun ! ☆
A/N: ok first- THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING ILYY <33
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summary: female reader loves to be tickled but is scared of asking the bros to tickle them.
relationship: platonic ☆
leo 😎:
this mans will tickle you all. the. time.
like- you don't even have to tell him to tickle you. let alone be scared.
he's gonna do it ✨anyway✨
tickling is basically how you both give the other comfort.
raph 🫂:
when you approached him in order to tell him that you were comfortable with tickling, he thought that you committed a war crime with how nervous you looked-
but of course, when you finally told him, he was super understanding (as always)
"thanks for tellin' me! i'm glad you're comfortable around me."
he now tickles you once a week to cheer you up. it's adorable.
donnie 🔬:
hmm... it would take him a while to get used to it.
i think if you said you were scared to tell him, he'd probably say:
"okay. 👍"
the only time he would tickle you would be if he was teasing you.
mikey 🎨:
two words. tickle. war.
he'd probably find out you're ticklish because one of his paintbrushes accidentally brushed on your skin.
"you're ticklish? wow, just like me!"
now you both have tickle wars every Wednesday.
(finally, these are done! thank you sm for requesting! hopefully, these aren't too ooc- love ya <333)
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A/N: HI I’M FINALLY POSTING THE FIRST CHAPTER. Really excited and super nervous but I’m SO happy I can finally share this with everyone. I’m not doing a drawing for every chapter since that’d be selling my soul to the red dilf down below but this is the first chapter so I figured why not do something special. Also apologies if any of the characters seem ooc, I’m still learning how to write them so it might take a bit (especially the dialogue). Also also, sorry if the formatting seem weird, I just copy pasted a google doc into Tumblr and I haven’t entirely figured out how this app works yet. ANYWHIZZLE despite all that I hope y’all enjoy and I can’t wait to write more ^^
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I looked out the window and sighed. Today could have been a lot worse, sure, but it also could’ve been a whole lot better.
It was one am on a Monday night. Staying up this late this early in the week is gonna guarantee a begrudgingly painful school life till Friday. And yet, here I was, staring at my phone at his texts.
Zane: Hey! You were active on insta. How come you didn’t text back?
Zane: hey it’s been an hour now. I’m starting to worry about you
Zane: Salena are you ignoring me? I already said I was sorry
Zane: fine then. Don’t text me. But at least talk to me tomorrow. I miss you.
Zane: Goodnight.
He was getting clingier by the day. Last month when he asked me out, I was worried rejecting him would break his heart. Somehow, it looks like it had the opposite effect and boosted his ego since he’s only gotten more pushy after that. I mean today he picked a fight with a guy just for talking to me. It’s getting ridiculous.
I groaned and hopped off bed to get a drink of water. I know I should probably forgive him, I’m sure he’s just coping differently maybe. It’ll get better with time. I hope it gets better with time. Otherwise the next four months are gonna be excruciatingly long. Still, I can’t just not be mad after what he did.
As I lamented in my depressive thoughts, I saw four figures out the window, running from rooftop to rooftop. Smiling, I opened the window and let the cool air and the joyous voices flow in. At least one good thing’s coming out from today.
It looked like they were chasing someone, a giant pig man specifically. I would’ve been more freaked out if this was the first human-animal thing I saw.
The very first time I saw one was a giant bull in a bellboy uniform running along the sidewalk, clumsily knocking anything and everything over as he wept. I assumed my sleep deprived brain was probably making things up again but the sheer absurdity of it paired with the fact that my sleep schedule was actually decent that week, I began to question that guess. Then, only ten minutes later, seeing four human-sized turtles walking upright seemingly searching for the bull man sealed the deal that I could not be making this shit up.
But that was two or three years ago. Now, it’s more of a fun surprise seeing the new animal person of the week than a sanity-questioning spiral. Most often, I see the turtles passing by. Sometimes they’re goofing off or skateboarding. Other times, they’re chasing someone like right now. I can only assume the pig man is evil if he’s being chased by them. I know the turtles are good since I suspect they’re the “mysterious heroes” that saved New York from that-which-shall-not-be-named a few months back. I mean, who else could it be?
Even if they’re chasing a potential murderous lunatic, they seem like they’re having fun. They’re all smiling and laughing and whizzing around everywhere, just looking at them gives me an adrenaline rush.
I stared out the window longingly as they zipped by, disappearing into the night. Maybe the late night was getting to my brain, but things just felt worse than usual this time. I’ve been watching these four go by my window at least once a week for so long. They always look so fun to be around. Free-spirited and zany, the exact opposite of everyone in my life. Maybe I really am going insane but for once I just want to know them, to see them up close. And if I’m feeling particularly crazy, I might even say hello.
I found my body edging closer and closer out the window. The fire-escape does lead all the way down, and I’m only on the sixth floor anyway. It’s not exactly a fast distance to the ground but it wouldn’t be too bad if I run…
Before I knew it, I was already out dashing in their direction to catch up. I’ve only ever dreamed of having enough courage to actually attempt this. If my aunt finds out I snuck out my grave will be dug and that’s not an exaggeration.
Yet somehow, that didn’t stop me. My skin felt numb from the cold wind, my hair was going crazy behind me. I felt pain in my cheeks from how much I was smiling. I guess I am feeling particularly crazy tonight.
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By the time I caught up with them, I was embarrassingly out of breath. They were now all ground level in an alleyway and I was hiding just around the corner, close enough to listen in. A little nervous if they can hear my hideous dying dog pants, not just because it would blow my cover but also for the sake of my prestige. They seem a little too distracted by the pig man to notice me, though.
“Alright, meathead! Give us the poison, or I’m gonna smash your head into the wall and keep smashing till I smash the wall down with my smashy little fists!”
Note to self: the red one likes smashing.
“Oh get stuffed you annoying little rats! Can’t a guy sabotage his rival chef’s excuse of a business in peace?”
“GASP! He’s defaming rats!”
They broke out into a fight over what looked to be a large bag of, assumedly, poison. The pig man’s tentacle arms were whipping all over the place, trying to land a blow on the turtles. Oh and apparently his arms can extend which I would find cool if it weren’t for how gross it looked. It’s all drippy and squishy-looking and weird, not a texture I’d want to be near.
I won’t lie, I was kind of distracted from the danger I put myself in since being this close allowed me to properly see the turtles fight. At first glance it looks like they’re flailing all over the place, but it’s actually in a more cohesive way. The blue turtle teleported around and sliced the tentacles attacking them, the red one went in for a punch with giant fists at any opening. Purple guy had glowing guns in his signature color all shooting at the same time and the orange turtle swung around hitting pig man with any object his fiery chains landed on. My god was I awestruck watching them all in action. I was so busy gawking I barely even registered the magic weapons.
One of the flame chains got a hold of his leg and sent the pig guy flying backwards, losing grip of his poison bag.
“Heads up!” The blue one yelled as the bag soared through the air. All the turtles attempted catching it while the pig man’s tentacle arm followed close behind the bag. It looked like it was about to be body horror Peppa Pig’s win.
So I stepped out and grabbed the bag before he could. All eyes now on me, I made a run for it in the other direction realizing how exposed I was. Behind me I could hear a confused “Who was that?” sounding like it was from the purple guy.
Yeah, sure, maybe this wasn’t the smartest move but if I’m getting myself involved I might as well be useful.
I’d break in and out of thought every time I crashed into a wall or slid on the ground. I was never exactly known for my clearly graceful nature. My body started aching. Still I kept running, only stopping to throw a rock or two at one of the stringy pink arms behind me. Seriously, why does that dude have to be so puke-worthy.
A silver blur sped right past my head. The glowing sword stopped in front of me and a familiar blue turtle appeared out of thin air.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
As much as I pride myself on reflexes, the initial shock didn’t wear off fast enough to prevent me from crashing into him and falling back on the ground. I barely had an impact on him, though, since he was still standing perfectly fine with a hand on his hip and the other gripping his weapon.
“Look pal, I have been heroing all week and as much as I love fighting villains and looking badass, I say we make this fast and you just tell me who sent you.”
“S-sent me?” It took me a while to catch on. Not my best day, I know.
“Oh, no no no! I'm not working for anyone! I was trying to help. See?”
I held out the bag towards him, hoping that would convince him I’m not a threat. To my surprise, instead of taking it, he squinted his eyes and me and crouched down to match my height.
“You know, you look kinda familiar. Have we met before?..”
I was too stunned to respond.
Back when I first saw the turtles, after seeing the human bull, I overheard them talking about him and wanting to find him. The blue one especially, he seemed extremely guilty about something. I figured I’d help but I wasn’t brave enough to just go up to them and tell them I saw the bull. I’m too shy to even approach regular humans, these were talking anthropomorphic turtles. So instead I threw a note down and it bounced off blue’s head. He looked at it, read it, then looked up at me. I poked my head out from behind the fire escape and gave an awkward wave, trying to let him know I was on their side. It worked since he directed his team towards where I wrote the bull man went.
I remember later that same night, he knocked on my window. I was a bit freaked out admittedly and hid away by instinct. I wasn’t exactly expecting to see them again.
“Oookay. Well.” I could tell he wasn’t sure how to deal with me. I was regretting hiding but my legs were frozen in place.
“I don’t know if you can hear me since the window’s closed but I wanted to say thanks for the note. We found our guy way faster than we would’ve if we kept having to use Raph’s ideas.” He let out a playful chuckle.
I felt my heart melt a little. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t really that. I don’t usually hear things like that often.
“So yeah uh, if you can still hear me, thank you.”
My legs started working again as I heard him leap off to leave. I opened the window and rushed out to the fire escape. Luckily, he was on the ground not too far away from me. I called out to him.
“Salena!”
He turned around and saw me. “What?”
I beamed brighter and yelled again.
“My name is Salena!”
“Salena?” His voice brought me back to present day.
“You remember me?”
He let out a cheery laugh. “Of course I remember you! I told you, your note was the only reason we found Bullhop so fast that day.”
“But that was years ago.” I sighed in disbelief as he helped me to my feet.
“And? No face has ever escaped ol’ Neon Leon’s noggon!” He proudly pointed to his brain. I debated telling him the word was noggin.
We heard voices in the distance.
“PUNCHING LIKE A BOSS!!”
“I SWEAR ONE DAY I’LL TURN YOU ALL INTO STEW!”
“GUYS! He wants to turn me into stew!”
“Mikey, that’s not a good thing.”
“Says you! I’d make a delicious stew, thank you very much, Dee!”
“Welp, duty calls! Let’s get you to safety.” With that, he opened a blue portal and pulled me through it to a nearby rooftop. So his swords can teleport and open portals??
“You think you can keep this bag with you?”
I managed to nod.
He gave a smirk and stepped back through his portal to rejoin the battle.
“Leo! Where’s the bag?”
“And the person who stole the bag?” I could still hear red and purple speak.
“Relax, they’re a friend, they’re keeping the bag safe.”
“A new friend?! OMIGOSH!!” Orange seemed excited
The fight picked up fiercer than before. It was hard to keep up with the turtles and the chaos of their weapons. Orange flames, purple lasers, sheathing metal. The ground shook at every red flash. All the while, the air filled with lively laughter and jokes.
Pig man wasn’t going down easy, either. He pounded his giant spiky mallet, probably matching the force of red’s hits. I know they’re experienced fighters and all, but I felt a bit useless sitting around and doing nothing. I looked around for some way I could help.
Luckily, something caught my attention. On the left side of the roof, I could see a pile of bricks laying around. More than perfect for knocking out a mutant. Now the question is how to get them down.
I saw a flash of blue out the corner of my eye.
Bingo.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping my voice wouldn’t be drowned out, I called out to him.
“Blue! Hey, blue up here!”
He followed my voice to where I was, looking a bit confused and worried I was giving myself away.
I pointed to the brick in my hand. “Make a portal on top of him!”
I saw his face light up as he understood my plan. “Great idea!”
As he dashed off, a blue portal opened near me. I rushed around the roof, grunting as I pushed the bricks in. Blue threw a sword in the air, appeared right above the pig, and opened the other side of the portal, letting all the bricks rain down on him. They all looked a bit surprised seeing around 8 or 10 bricks hit him on the head, blue included. Yeah, sure, maybe pushing all of them in was a bit overkill but seeing how crazy powerful this guy was, I didn’t want to risk it.
And boy, was he out cold. The four turtles made their way up the roof, I presume to get the bag of poison.
I glanced back down at the pig “So like…he’s not dead is he?”
“Meatsweats? Nah that guy’s handled way worse.” Blue said strangely casually. “Good thinking with the bricks, btdubs.”
I’d appreciate the compliment more but I was still struggling to figure out what could possibly be worse than bricks to the head.
“Yeah, thanks for your help back there with the poison, too.” red rubbed his neck and gave a sweet smile. For a big guy he seems awfully friend-shaped.
“I’m Raph. These are my brothers Leo, Mikey, and Donnie.” Leo struck a pose, Mikey waved like his life depended on it, and Donnie…well he was just on his phone with his shell turned towards me. It’s a cool shell, at least. I never noticed it wasn’t a real one before.
“I’m Salena. Nice to meet you all.”
People used to tell me I ask too many questions so I got into the habit of just keeping my tongue bit. But I would’ve exploded if I didn’t seize the moment today to find out what the hell was going on. I’m bad at social situations, anyway, might as well be on purpose.
“So if you don’t mind me asking…What are you? How do you exist? Where’d you get your weapons? Did you make your shell yourself? Who was that guy? Can I see what’s in this bag?”
“AHEM! I’m glad you asked!” Donnie turned his attention towards me, dramatically answering my questions. “We, weird human, are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (trademark). And yes, my battle shell is indeed Genius Built technology. Made this baby when I was twelve.”
“We’re mutant turtles!-”
“Literally just said that in the name Micheal”
“Still think Mad Dogz was better.”
“-And we were made in Draxum’s lab to take over the world back when he was going through his ‘bad boy’ phase but we ended up being heroes instead. Pretty cool right?”
“Hey, inquiry for you actually, why’d you help us anyway?”
I awkwardly answered Donnie, telling them about my luck of random mutants frequently passing by my window. Apparently some of them were Yōkai, Raph said there was a whole Hidden City of them and a doorway leading to it near where I lived. I was a little surprised at how happy they all looked listening to me talk. Usually I’d be told to shut up by now so this was a nice change of pace.
“What happened to your arm?” Leo pointed to the wound on my forearm.
“Oh. That explains why it felt so sore. I guess I scraped against a wall or something? It’s fine, though, I’ll patch it up when I get home.”
“No way. You helped us, we help you. Let the professional do his magic.”
Leo took out some supplies from his pouch. I sat on the edge and let him work on my arm while the rest - mostly Donnie - info dumped their stories to me. At first it was a way to distract me from the initial sting of my cuts being cleaned but it wasn’t long until they got carried away with their storytelling. They told me about their mutation at the lab, how they found out, their two dads and other human friends. The oozequitoes, as they called them, were what made them and all the other mutants. It’s crazy to think these guys were made as literal military weapons considering they’re now wacky vigilantes.
“Voilà! Look and be amazed!”
“Woah! You weren’t kidding when you said professional.” I admired Leo’s bandaging on my arm. It was clean and neat, tight enough to be secure but not turning my fingers blue or anything. Much better job than I would’ve done.
The full moon was beautiful tonight. Unfortunately, it reminded me where I should be at this time.
“Well, I’m really enjoying talking to guys but I should probably go home. I don’t even wanna know how late it is”
“What? But can’t you stay a little longer?” Mikey, who was practically vibrating this whole time, suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He looked so dejected it made my heart hurt. Raph attempted to comfort him.
“They probably have school Mike. Maybe we can hang out another time, if you’re up for it?”
“REALLY- I mean, yes, yeah. That sounds lovely!” Stay civil, Salena.
“Hey before you go, you should really try one of these.” Leo opened the poison bag and took out a pizza puff? “They are absolutely delicious.”
Poison or not, pizza puff’s a pizza puff.
“NO!“ Unfortunately, Raph slapped the treat out of my hand before I could plop it in my mouth.
We bid our farewells and Mikey handed me a paper with their numbers on it paired with some cute doodles of them. After telling him where to go, Leo opened a portal to my room. I know you’re not supposed to tell strangers your address and it did feel a little weird but a portal was the fastest way home. No way I’m hoofing it this late in the night. I love New York but not that much.
Sitting on my bed now, I observed the blue turtle as he was getting ready to go back. The red stripes around his eyes made me realize he was a red-eared slider, I read about them back when I was six or seven I think.
“Hey Leo?”
“Yeah?”
I smiled. “It was nice running into you again.”
He gave his signature smirk “Funny how life works, ay?”
He waved and fell back into his portal. I closed my eyes for a bit, then grabbed my sketchbook.
Placing Mikey’s doodles on a blank page, I wrote down their respective eye colors.
Green, brown, yellow, blue.
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octolingkiera · 4 months
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5, 15, 16, 29
hi!! thanks for your ask!! :3
(the list)
5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?
so on the one hand, my danny phantom fics always get a lot of attention and it always leaves me a little surprised, but on the other hand, that fandom is very fic focused, so at the same time it Doesn't really surprise me when i get a lot of kudos for them. what surprises me more is how much other fandoms DON'T comment or bookmark or follow fics lol. i was seriously spoiled with those lol
as for a fic that's gotten more feedback, uhhhh hm. a couple of my dp fics have done better than i thought they would, yeah, but i also have this bleach fic that's in second person that seems to have come across really well, so i guess that one's the most surprising lol
aftershocks has done really well, but that's not surprising considering the talent that went into it, the fact we updated every week, and the word count, but it still baffled me as we were updating it how well it was doing lol
15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?
definitely my rottmnt separated au (chapter 1 is posted on ao3 as sunset hues, jetpack blues (SHJB)) lol. ive been putting a lot of effort into it, more than i give most of my fics, tho i'm realizing now as i'm working more on planning i may have jumped the gun a bit and posted it a biiit early?? but also i wanted to post it on my birthday so i'm not so concerned about that kdshbfhdsf
when i post chapter 2 (which is basically done except for the final revision i need to give it), i'm gonna reread chapter 1 as well and make sure it's up to date with the minor stuff i left out bc i hadn't nailed down some specifics yet (but dw, it'll be Very minor and won't effect the plot lol)
besides that, i have oneshot prompts i wanna fill out and i have a fic in the works i'm calling Fallout, which is inspired by fall out boy songs (which ive been thinking about since like february/march when "love from the other side" dropped lol)
i also lowkey wanna try to get a fic done for danny phantom's 20th anniversary in april but idk how that's gonna go lol. i'm still very focused on ninja turtles
16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?
of my 54 works on ao3 Fluff seems to be my most used tag with 10 times, which is. lowkey a surprise LOL. Hurt/Comfort comes in second with 7 (tied with "not beta read" and a tag for a danny phantom fic event) and Angst is in third with 6 (barring the two that i'm not counting lol)
going by just my rise fics, first place tag goes to Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT) with 6 of my 8 fics (ao3 says 9, but one of them is aftershocks, which i won't include bc it's a collab) and only reason it's not all 8 is bc i didn't tag it in fics where it's not a main focus lol
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
hmmmm let's see.... okay what have i written this year....
oh god that's a lot more than i thought, uhhhh
i have a lot of stuff i Really enjoyed tbh. there's a fun little action sequence i wrote for a later part of SHJB that i liked (that i'll prolly have to rework a little), there's a few Other parts of my prewritten SHJB stuff i enjoy, there's a bunch of stuff in my rise august fills i really liked...
but i think for a single line/passage, i'll go with this bit from the beginning of my fic what's in a name? (which is also posted here on tumblr!!)
Donnie, not bothering to look up from his phone, flaps a hand in the air dismissively. “I keep all my anger bottled up in here,” he taps his chest, “and hope one day it will just kill me. Like a normal person,” he adds, as if what he just described is unequivocally a universal experience.
this entire piece was a lot of fun to write and there's some more silly lines in this i really enjoyed but i think this is the one i think about the most, like the exchange directly after this lol
Leo purses his lips and steeples his hands, holding this fingers to his mouth. “So that’s a yes to the mad, then.” “Or it could be, like, the coo-coo for cocoa puffs type of mad!” Mikey chimes in, crossing his eyes and swirling a finger beside his ear. “Y’know, like British people say.” “Ew,” Leo says, because that’s all that needs to be said about that.
and this line a little bit down from that
Raph’s next exhale is heavy, the burden of Atlas in his eternal torment. “Pizza Supreme, I wish.”
thanks again for your ask!!! these were a lot of fun to answer. i love talking about my writing dfjghbdfg get me started and i'll never shut up lol
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UM... YES? PLEASE GIVE ME THAT THING YOU WROTE?
dhskxjzd okay so this is completely unedited, written in like 15 minutes and while I was watching rottmnt-
i don't think there's any warnings necessary??? it's different kind of angst
anyways
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They had just been happily chatting before the next lesson with the three masters (Misako, Garmadon and Wu) when Master Wu walked into the room, he too chatting with the two adults following behind. One second it was all normal, just a happy family having some lovely conversation. The next, Master Wu had stopped where he stood, swaying dangerously as he held his hands to his head and heart, all the colour draining from his skin. He took another step, almost tripping by the force of his swaying.
"Master Wu?" Zane asked, the one closest to him, "Are you alright?"
"Mm.. 'm jus'.. gonna...-" barely had those words left him when Master Wu suddenly collapsed to the floor, eight people rushing forward to catch him but Zane and Master Garmadon were the only two close enough to catch him before he could hit the floor.
Once Zane was sure Master Garmadon had a good hold on Wu, he let go and took a step back.
"His heartbeat is very irregular," Zane quietly noted once Wu was carefully laid down on the floor, "More than it usually is."
"Can you find anything else?" Garmadon asked him from where he was now kneeled by his brother's side as Master Misako checked over Wu on the outside.
"Scanning him now," Zane mentally scanned the old man, listing everything he could find out loud.
"None of that makes sense, he should be okay now," Garmadon mumbled, looking at his brother in great concern, "Why must there always be something?"
"I can't find any injuries or anything," Misako said softly, reaching over to squeeze Garmadon's hand in hers, "Except old scars and the traces of Oni.."
"It's more today," Lloyd suddenly spoke up, sinking down to sit beside his dad, "Look," he pointed out at the faded Oni burns on Wu's arms. They had been steadily healing for the past several years, but now, as they looked closer, they could see the burns growing and spreading like they had in the beginning. Wu's dragon scales looked more dull too, the gold far less shiny then before.
"Oh.. Oh no," Garmadon carefully picked up one of Wu's hands in both of his own, Misako placing her own on top.
"You don't think he's been getting worse again, do you?" Kai carefully asked, sitting down on Lloyd's other side together with Nya.
"Maybe it's just an off day!" Jay hurried to say, sitting down between Misako and Zane instead, Cole sitting down behind him, "Like you say all the time, "healing takes time' and all that. Besides, Master Wu always wakes up again within a few hours!"
"So you do listen to us?" Garmadon raised an eyebrow at him, glad for the small distraction, "You're most right, Jay. It would be foolish of us jumping to conclusions. But a man can still worry for his little brother, can he not?"
Kai hugged Nya and Lloyd closer, nodding in agreement.
"Do you wish for us to teach ourselves or stay here today?" Zane asked after a short pause.
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anyways Wu is out for like a week, they find out he's dying and has been dying for Quite Some Time and lots of happy tears and hugs when he wakes up because they all thought they had lost him. remember what I said about the poisions/potions Pandora fed him?
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fevertowrite · 2 years
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Of Nicknames and Anger
Summary: Raph doesn’t let his temper get the best of him, or he tries to at least. (Rise universe!) 
A/N: I usually don’t write Rottmnt, but I’ve been wanting to for some years. Hopefully none of the characters are OOC, but I do appreciate some feedback.
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Sometimes, Raph hates being the oldest. He hates the attention and the pressure his Pops put on him. But, in a few years, he would officially be the leader. 
But he's sparred before; he knows if they had belts like kids on the TV, he would probably be around a blue belt. So, he isn't the best, but he's good and crafted, and Donnie's good too. 
 It's just the two of them on the mats; Donnie's saying stupid things to tick him off; he's twirling his wooden bo, weapons they got about a year ago, and is smack talking him. Splinter sees this and lets him continue to say it because he doesn't stop him. 
 "Come on, Raphael," he twirls his bo, both circling each other, waiting on someone to make a move. "Don't be a baby; come hit me."
 Donnie's only seven, but he already knows how to push someone's buttons, maybe not as much as Leo, but enough to start an argument. He keeps his fingers tightly wrapped around the staff, a little hesitant to attack, waiting on his oldest brother to launch at him. But he doesn't, and Donnie's growing a little bit bored. 
 "I'm not a baby," Raph says in defense, his Sais between his fingers. They've all called him a baby for a week, and Raph's sick of it. Just because he struggles to ask Splinter for a new pair of Sais, since his Pops would probably lecture his ear off about keeping their weapons in good condition (and likely earn a smacking or two), he now earned the name baby. It's stupid, and he knows, but the eight-year-old has been hearing it for days. 
 The name lights up Leo's and Mikey's enthusiasm, and they perk up. "Yeah, Raph!" Loudmouth Leo starts, "don't be a baby; hit him!" Mikey watches them quietly, being on the inside joke too, but he doesn't rile up his eldest brother; his two brothers got that.
 He still grins and howls at his brother, "hit him!" 
But Raph acts unfazed: "Your little smack talk isn't gonna work, you guys." 
Donnie stops circling Raph and shrugs, "it was worth a shot… you guys heard it himself; nothing can get through, baby Raphael." 
"Aww," Leo joins in, "did someone hurt baby Raph's feelings?" 
"Stop it!" Raph yells, and he looks over at Splinter for help. 
 "Children," Splinter begins but stops, he doesn't know why they keep calling Raphael a baby, but he's too tired to figure it out, "eh, just spar Red." 
 "Raphael," Leo says, and Donnie smiles, "you're just proving everyone in this room right; you may be the oldest, but you act like a baby." 
 Raph shakes his head, his eyes narrow, and his footsteps are heavy. Raph may be the biggest, but he knows better to stomp.  All he sees is red, whatever taunts is being thrown at him he can’t hear.
 Donnie notices his brothers heavy breathing and backs off with the taunting. “Raph?”
 Raph doesn’t say anything, he points his Sai at his brother and then rolls into a summersault, and despite being a foot bigger, he can do it seamlessly. He draws his Sai to the bo and takes control of the bo by twisting it out of Donnie's hands. 
 For once, Donnie hesitates. It only lasts a second though when Raph throws a punch and Donnie roll away. He's more flexible than his brothers due to his shell, unlike his brother's hard shell. He throws in a few kicks, but Raph doesn’t even flinch.
 Raph tosses the bo behind him, his body blocking Donnie's way to get it, and Donnie notices, but Pops taught him more hand-to-hand combat since his bo breaks all the time. However, Donnie rarely worries, but he was worrying just a tad bit.
 “You okay there, bud?”
 No answer, so Donnie throws a bunch of kicks and punches at Raph, but Raph's able to block all the attacks and then catches the kick mid-air. Donnie visibly gulps, and Raph twists his leg around, so Donnie's shell is facing him. He pushes his brother forward to have space, and Donnie loses his footing. 
 Raph's smiles grow, "Am I a baby now, Donnie?" He charges midway, turns to a jump, fist out. 
 By the time Donnie regains his footing, it's a little bit too late. He barely turns, hearing Leo and Mikey warn him off at the corner and feels a sharp white pain on his shell. 
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 The ground rattles, and there's smoke all over the dojo, or that's how Raph sees after throwing that punch. Sure, he still hasn't asked Pops about the new Sais, but this will teach Donnie a lesson. 
 "Donnie!" 
The moments short-lived, everyone's gathered around a downed Donnie, and he can't see Donnie from the gathering. He's a little confused; they should be rooting for him. 
 "Dude, what were you thinking?" Leo's the first to ask, standing up and pointing a finger at him. "You know he's a softshell."
Raph backs up, his hands up in defense; he feels like his breath is cut short. "I didn't mean to, he, you heard what he was saying." 
 "Yeah, and I was saying it too, it doesn't mean beat the crap out of the guy!" Raph doesn't think he beat the crap out of Donnie; it was one punch! But, of course, Donnie was throwing a bunch earlier, so he doesn't know where this is coming from. 
 "I didn't –" 
 "Look at him." 
 Raph does, and the guilt swirls around his stomach before dropping like stone. Splinter and Mikey are crouched, aiding an unconscious Donnie.
 Before Raph can even begin to apologize, Splinter speaks up. "Leonardo, Michelangelo, take Donatello to his room; I will be there shortly." 
 Leo gives a firm nod, while Mikey collects Donnie by his legs and Leo supports him by his upper body. The two silently look over at a now distress Raph and leave the dojo in a matter of seconds.
x
Raph and Splinters alone, and Raph shifts uncomfortably.
 "I didn't mean to hurt him." 
 "I understand Raphael," Raph hates when Splinter uses his real name, but Raph avoids eye contact now; the eight-year-old focuses mainly on his toes. "You must learn your body and know when to pull back. You are the strongest amongst your brothers and can-do harm if not under control." Splinter puts a paw on his bicep, and his eldest son looks at him with tears. 
 "I know," He lets his voice crack and furiously scrubs his tears away. But Donnie was being stupid and saying stupid things to tick him off, and he must have thrown a punch with all his effort to shut him up and – 
 "You must not let anger control you," Splinter places a paw on Raph's bicep, "it seems there was a joke amongst you and your brothers; what was it about?"
 Raph visibly slouches: he feels so stupid now that he's telling his dad. And when he does tell him, about how he just needed some new Sais and didn’t want to get lectured, all Splinter does is sigh.
 “You’re not mad?”
 “No,” Splinter says, almost disappointed, “I wish you would have told me sooner.”
 “I was afraid – “
 “The Sais do not matter; this nickname does not matter. You are to protect your brothers not hurt them.” He physically sighs again, “I am going to check on Purple.”
 And Raph nods as he watches Splinter leaves with a heavy heart and his head aching.
 x
 Raph always tries to protect his brothers, from their adventures in the sewers to their silly little games. And now he was waiting by Donnie’s room for his brother to wake up.
 It’s a stupid situation and a stupid reason to be in this mess. He got mad at his brother and punched him into unconsciousness? How is he going to be a leader if he nearly killed his brother and for what? To no longer be called a baby? It would be no surprise if his brothers call him a jerk. He deserves it.
 “You really done it this time, Raph.” Leo says as he approaches him with a mug on his hands.
 “Stop.” Raph pleads, the intrusive thoughts of him being a monster has plagued him for hours. He’s always been scared to hurt them, and it turns out to be true. He is a monster. The flashback of the incident keeps replaying in his head, and he vows to never hurt them again, and vows to always protect them like he’s promised.
 x
 Donnie wakes up with a migraine, and an icepack for his shell. He’s bitter, but fine, probably bedridden for a few days.
 Raph apologizes and Donnie accepts it because he’s at fault too.
 A few weeks later, Donnie starts to walk around with a prosthetic shell. Raph’s guilt starts eating him up again, feeling like Donnie made that shell ‘cause of him. No matter what, the feeling of being a monster doesn’t go away.
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I’m always trying to find people to watch rottmnt with me, but most of my friends and family just aren’t into cartoons. This means that when I actually DO rope someone into multiple episodes I get kind of excited! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL UNDERSTAND MY REFERENCES AAAAA
(Her fav is Mikey)
OK SO even though like 90% of the time I don’t actually get people into the show, almost everyone enjoys watching an episode. I mean seriously, I ask everyone, like, hey mom mom mom hey mom guess what you should do? You should really watch ninja turtles with me thats what. I just think that it would be a very smart move for you toooooo come watch ninja turtles with me... :D
She’s usually only into k-dramas, but she actually did enjoy the ep i showed her!
I always start with Hot Soup: the Game! because it was my first ep bcos it was my first ep and it absolutely blew me away the first time I saw it. I love the scene where Mikey is reaching for a weapon to fight Foot Recruit with, and skips over the sword to go for an umbrella, AND THEN WHOOPS ASS WITH IT!! I LOVE when characters use parts of their environment and/or unconventional weapons in fight scenes!! Like,,,, that’s SO COOL??? (also shoutout to the hockey stick in there with the umbrella i see that Casey foreshadowing)
One thing I noticed by showing a lot of people the same episode is that everyone likes and laughs at different parts. There are a lot of funny parts in any given rottmnt ep, and the ones that make me laugh are different than the ones that made my mom laugh, or my friend, or my grandma (yes my grandma, she’s amazing and very high on my list of favorite people in the world). I dunno, just something I thought was cool.
I also notice new things each time I watch the episode---It just! Doesn’t get old!! I can watch almost any rottmnt episode and not get bored because there is just!!! SO MUCH COLOR AND DETAIL AND LOVE PUT INTO IT!!! I’m watching the hot soup for like the fifth time and ONLY JUST beginning to consciously appreciate the background music like?? That’s INSANE??
I have always loved cartoons, but I have never been so obsessed with a show nor so in LOVE with the time and love put into its art! I don’t know how end this or use words BUT YEAH!! ROTTMNT IS GREAT AND IM SO FREAKING GLAD THIS SHOW EXISTS!!!
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captain-kinda-trash · 3 years
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Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now
Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!
Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)
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This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇
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Leo
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Let's just be clear about one thing
Leo LOVES your hugs
CANNOT get enough of them
Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies
Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies
Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩
But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?
Dead
He's dead
You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy
Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-
And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you
"Leo, im cooking!"
"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"
Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt
And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him
Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala
Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater
So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog
Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy
like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you
I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie
because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙
You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey
After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it 
Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole
If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it
it was hell trying to pry it off of him,  though...
This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤
These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>
Mikey
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um, have you met this turtle?
KING of hugs
It’s so great how both of you share the same energy
Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs
It’s just your thing
With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives 
And for Mikey, it’s hugs 
He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy
Speaking of puppies…
That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.
Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement 
Can he please wear it?? 🥺
Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on
And OH
MY
FLUFFY...
The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-
He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable
But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you
Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable
“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*
Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms
Winter days?
Snuggles all day and night
when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun
And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE 
Sweater buddies 
He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.
(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)
Donnie
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we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection
If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)
He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first
If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort
Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite 
Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen
And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜
When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on
Why? Fashion show 
Loves the warmth of your hoodie
And I because “it’s so soofff”
Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater
Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅
He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw
Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego
Movie marathons?
Hell yeah
Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie
He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one
You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft
Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on
And he’ll never tell a soul this…
But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜
so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something 
Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back
“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”
“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏
“😒”
“Right, giving it back-“
He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way
Purple (obviously)
But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist
Yep
He sure does love his teddy bear 💜
Raph
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Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-
A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear
He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤
He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you
(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)
Usually so gentle 🥺
Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows
And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie
Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it
He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤
And then when he hugs you with it on-
aUGGGH ❤❤
"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"
"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"
Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(
I mean, sure he could take it so easily
But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™
So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you
Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth
Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?
Raph's cuddle buddy
He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.
Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"
Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢
@getacactus @turtle-babe83
Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜
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chiliiscereal · 3 years
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Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?
...✨Living with the turtles✨
Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles
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-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD
-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!
-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way
-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas
-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”
-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up
-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing
-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some
-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition
-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?
-you’re their human
-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?
-there you are
-lots of working with splinter in that field
-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation
-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work
-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”
-“compliment you about your work?”
-“well, if you insist.”
-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it
-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping
-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it
-“it’s literally 1 am.”
-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”
-“alright just stop pulling on me!”
-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it
-he’ll try, that’s for sure
-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face
-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help
-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”
-it’s not just Donnie though.
-it’s Mikey as well
-“look at what I drew!”
-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”
-“oh... about an hour?”
-“that’s really good!”
-“really?”
-will even ask you to put it on the fridge
-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work
-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week
-needs lots and lots of hugs
-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride
-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor
-and who could forget Leo
-not you that’s for sure
-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention
-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it
-“for Y/n’s honor!”
-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”
-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”
-jumps out from every corner to scare you
-can never seem to get you to flinch
-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though
-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder
-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump
-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department
-especially with weight lifting
-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”
-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though
-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf
-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way
-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived
-only responsible roommate out of the four
-only one that washes the dishes
-video games all the time
-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games
-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night
-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you
-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no
-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”
-winner gets bragging rights
- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April
-come on, she’s cool as hell!
-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general
-nosey boys
-very very nosey
-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair
-you have a diary?
-expect Leo to go through it in one night
-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?
-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter
-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer
-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows
-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books
-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking
-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space
-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair
-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store
-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay
-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened
-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it
-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up
- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie
-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway
-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks
-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed
-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence
-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him
-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone
-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would
-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join
-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear
-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates
-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them
-school
-school happens
-you have to deny them because of homework
-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting
-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better
-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster
-Raph is simply your company
-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had
-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it
-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him
-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on
-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure
-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring
Sorry this is all I got!
If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!
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