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emmy21842 · 4 months
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Can I request a RoTTMNT Donnie x Reader where they argue and "split up" {angrily ghost each other} before he has to save reader and they go "I'm sorry TwT" "Me too TwT" because they're both dumbasses in love that hold grudges
Ghosted Rise Donatello x Reader
Sorry, this took so long. College sucks and I had a hard time finding time/motivation to work on this. I hope this is kind of what you wanted, I went a little off the prompt, but I think it turned out good!
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“Donnie you cannot keep doing this!” You yelled, hands flailing as you tried to get your point across. Donnie was overworking himself, having spent nearly eight days without sleep, running on what should be a lethal amount of coffee and energy drinks. “This will kill you if you keep going!” You had tried to get him to take a break, offering a movie and some cuddle time, but all you got was a scoff and the sassiest eye roll you have ever seen the turtle make. 
His action only irked you more. “Please Y/n, this is important business. A dumb dumb movie night will not pull me away from this.” You felt your heart break a little at his words. Normally he would sigh softly and step away from his work. He always did, making time for you even when he was overworking himself. Always. 
So what was different? This work is similar to everything else he would take breaks from, nothing outside of his quirky normal. What about this is any different? Something about how he dismisses you leaves a heavy rock in your gut. You clench and unclench your fists, trying to calm the bubbles of anger that flow into you. “Am I not worth the time?” You hate the way your voice cracks as you speak. 
Donatello slowly turned from his workbench and glared at you, an oil smear on his cheek as his hands left the machine that he was working on. “Not right now you’re not.”
A cold chill spreads throughout your body. Did you hear that correctly? “What?” You whisper, praying, hoping you were just hearing things and that your boyfriend of a little over a year did not just say that. 
The ninja stands up from his desk, knees and spine cracking as he does so, furthering your concern for how long he has been sitting there. “You heard me Y/n,” Donnie hisses, his eyes narrowed as he looms over you. You look up at the purple-clad soft-shell with wide eyes, fresh tears pooling in your eyes. He looked back, coffee eyes dark and nothing compared to what he normally viewed you with. All the kindness was gone. The Donnie you grew to love, his nerdiness and all, is gone. “Get out of my lab.” 
You don’t bother to fight him, instead hanging your head and leaving the purple LED-filled room. You leave the lair, world blurry, a ringing in your ears as your body feels so, so numb. Was this it? You’re sure it was, especially as four days pass with nothing from the turtle. Not even his brothers contacted you. No trips to the Hidden City, no movie marathons, no offers to go and patrol, nothing. 
The world feels dull and so empty as you go to classes and work. You don’t feel anything really, just a massive gaping hole only a purple genius could fill. You often found yourself staring at your photos on your phone, filled with dates you and Donnie had gone on, pictures of him sleeping against his desk, or either of your beds. He looked so happy, so full of life, and like he genuinely wanted to be with you, even when asleep. Your favorite picture of the two of you, one at a science convention at your college, his eyes are so bright as he leans in to kiss your cheek, his purple hoodie and black sweatpants acting as his disguise. The way he looks at you in that photo is so different from the one he gave you in the lab. 
Was he getting bored of this relationship? Of you? Was his tech just a way to push you away so he doesn’t have to deal with you anymore? You shake your head, telling yourself that’s not the case. Donatello is just stressed, the always-busy softshell hardly giving himself a break. But then again, he never reacted that way to you. Were you really not worth it anymore?
You almost think they forgot about you by the time week two of silence rolls around. That is until Mikey gives you a call. “Y/n hey, do you want to come to a cook-off show with me?” You nearly cry upon hearing the box turtle’s voice. He sounds like a choir of angels to bring you salvation, filling your empty heart with orange warmth. 
But it’s not purple and pixelated. 
“Yeah sure,” You find yourself agreeing, despite being an absolute dumpsterfire. You had hardly taken care of yourself, only doing the bare minimum to survive. “When is it?” 
Mikey happily gives you the information, and his enthusiasm almost gets you feeling better. Almost. You meet the box turtle outside a film studio, both of you in baggy clothing and masks, wanting to sneak into the show. Thanks to ninja skills, you both break in, immediately hit with the smell of food, warmth, and noise. 
It gives you a headache, all the loud cries of an excited audience and Mikey’s thrilled chirping overwhelming your senses. He gushed at the chefs on the brightly lit stage, taking notes or making comments about the recipes they used. It almost felt normal again, except for the tingle of tension that made your hair stand up all over your body. Something felt off, but you just pointed it towards having not done much after your fight with Donnie. 
You wished you had listened to that tingle. 
In the middle of the third heat, the one and only Meat Sweats makes a grand entrance, going off about how he will return to the spotlight, claiming the food industry has fallen apart without him there anymore. You and Mikey immediately take action as the audience evacuates in a pure panic. 
Without a weapon, you focus on helping people leave, providing pathways, and being a guide to those inside. Soon three other figures join the fight, blurs of bright colors that make your heart ache painfully. You see Donnie fighting among his brothers, looking perfectly normal. 
Until he makes eye contact with you. He pauses in his attack, the pig mutant getting a punch into the turtle. Before you can stop yourself, you scream his name, making Meat Sweats turn to face you. “Well well well what do we have here?” He purrs, voice menacing as he looms over you. Your eyes widen as you step back with every one he takes forward. “A friend of the pesky turtles?” Your breath hitches as your back hits a wall, giving the mutant time to get even closer. His horribly hot and stinky breath fanning over your face makes you gag, your hand coming up to cover your nose and mouth. “You look like you’d make a scrumptious appetizer or… a bargaining chip.” 
Before you can react, his thick fingers are around your neck, making you choke for air. You claw at his pale pink skin, nails leaving scratch marks. “No….please-” You gasp, flailing in his grip as he lifts you from the wall and floor. You didn’t want to be used against the boys. Especially Donnie, knowing he would do anything to save you. Or would that be different now? You weren’t sure with your recent situation.
He holds you out, ignoring the way your weak body writhes. “Listen up turtles!” Meat Sweats growls, all four turtles yelling out your name as they see you in his grip. Mikey tries to run to get you, but the fingers tightening around your neck make him stop. His blue eyes stare up at you, wide with tears of fear and worry. “Don’t try to stop me or she gets turned to soup.”
“Put her down Meat Sweats,” Raph strains to stay calm, his voice wavering as his gaze flicks between you and the mutant holding you hostage.  
You gasp as the mutant pig tightens his grip on your neck. He takes a step forward, your body jostling in his hand, making you whine in pain. You see Leo flinch as the strained sound leaves your throat and you can tell it takes all his strength not to portal to you. “Why should I listen to you, red one?” Meat Sweats hisses, “I have the advantage here. Any of you interfere I can simply-”
“Aargh!” You scream, your strangled throat feeling like it's ripping. The chef digs his stubby nails into your neck, pressing against your jugular. Your eyes water as the world spins, the edges of your vision turning black. Your ears ring, loud and painful. You can’t breathe, all oxygen is cut off from your lungs. It hurts so much being unable to breathe, the pressure on your throat and the throbbing of your head not helping either.
You can vaguely hear more banter between the boys and this washed-up chef, but the deep guttural growl that comes from Donnie is the only thing clear enough for you to put together. “Put. Them. Down. Now.” You think you hear the electric charge up of his ninpo before your world goes black, the lack of air finally pulling you under. 
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The first thing you feel is pain, deep pain in your very dry throat and a dull throb in the back of your head. You let out a groan and you can feel the way your throat cries at the action. You crack your eyes open, only to shut them immediately as bright lights assault your vision. “Ow,” you whine, pinching your eyebrows together before opening your eyes again. 
You hear a gasp and some rustling before you see green and purple enter your vision. “Y/n?” You turn your head slowly to see Donnie sitting next to you, a few bandages over his arms and a bandaid on his cheek. His coffee eyes are swimming with worry and relief. “How are you feeling?” 
You try to speak but as you go to make noise, you become well aware of the burning pain in your esophagus. “Oh yeah, Leo said you shouldn’t speak until your larynx and trachea heal.” You blink at Donnie, not understanding a single thing he just said to you. Between his big sciencey words and the fact he’s actually here, you couldn’t comprehend anything. You watch as Donnie’s eyes well with tears and a wet laugh leaves his mouth. “Don’t talk dumb dumb.” He ruffles your hair for a moment before sitting back in his chair. It’s then you realize you are in his lab, not the med bay, but his lab. 
You’re laying in his makeshift bed for nights he spends in the lab, all his nice sensory pillows, plushies, and blankets keeping you in a cocoon of comfort. You look around and then at Donnie, and he seems to read your mind from your confused expression. “I…I couldn’t let you stay in the uncomfortable med bay.” He says, a light blush dusting his cheeks “Not when this is my fault.” 
You see regret flash in his watery eyes and you grab his hand with a feather-light touch. When he doesn’t pull away you squeeze his hand harder and shake your head. “No,” you rasp out. You regret speaking immediately with the pins and needles that line your throat. 
Donnie holds up his free hand, reminding you to not speak. “But it is, if I hadn’t pushed you away this would have never happened! You got hurt because I couldn’t let go of a stupid, stupid grudge.” You tilt your head as you sit up to grab the softshell’s other hand, rubbing your thumb against the bandages wrapped there. You look up at him, what grudge was he holding against you? It couldn’t be from the fight, because that was something he did to you. Sensing your confusion, the purple turtle elaborated. “You went to..to Kendra for help and not me.” It clicked with his simple sentence.
You had gone to Kenra for help with something a few weeks ago, something for Donnie actually. His and Leo’s birthday was coming up and you wanted to do something special for him, and you needed to do something that involved tech. If you went to Donnie it would ruin the present. Suddenly his distance made sense, he was mad that you went to Kendra for help rather than him, so he pushed you away in anger. You smiled, rolling your eyes, and tapped his plastron. “For…you,” you manage to squeak out. Donnie’s face burned with a deep blush at this. 
He dipped his head down and bonked his forehead against yours, “I’m such a dumb dumb.” You choke out a giggle and kiss his snout. The softshell’s chest rumbles with a soft churr at the action and he returns the favor by kissing your forehead softly. You scooch over in the bed, pulling back the silk, purple blanket. You pat the space you made and look at him with pleading eyes. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?” the ninja asks. Donnie can’t help but smile and crawl in with you when you nod, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His whole body seems to vibrate with churrs. This is the most vocal you have ever heard him, and you love it. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck and yawn as he squeezes you closer. “How about that movie night?” He whispers against your hair. 
You smile and nod, kissing his jaw. You would never turn down a movie night with a cuddly purple softshell. 
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cutielights · 5 months
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ITS HERE!!!
I think exactly one person voted ‘No’ on The Poll :p <3
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Leo
Activities- what do they like to do with their s/o?
He loves going swimming with you, beach, pool, waterparks? They’re all game in his eyes
Beauty- what physical attributes do they like the most about their s/o?
He loves your hands, cuddling and absentmindedly playing with your fingers
Comfort- how would they comfort their s/o through a bad day or a panic attack?
“Hey, hey I’m here, breathe, it’s me, Leo, remember?” He’s practiced in these things. Guides you through the 5 4 3 2 1 method
Dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?
When it crosses his mind, he pictures it with kids, training them to be ninjas. But that’s in the future, he’s in the now
Equal- are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they passive?
You guys take turns, kind of looks like a competition to the outside eye
Fight- how easy is it for them to forgive? How do they fight?
The thing he does most is sulk for a few days, silent treatment. Depending on who he thinks was truly in the wrong, he’ll confront you or apologise himself.
Gratitude- how grateful are they? Are they aware of how much their s/o does?
He is so insecure about not being enough for you. He is so grateful you put up with him, please comfort him, he needs to know you actually love him and don’t hate him, super aware of everything you do
Honesty- do they keep secrets from their s/o, or do they share everything?
The secrets he keeps are more of, ptsd related things. Doesn’t want you to worry about his nightmares. Can be coaxed into telling the truth, usually with cuddles after said nightmares
Inspiration- has their s/o inspired them?
Inspired? He’s definitely more open with his feelings now, healthier coping mechanisms
Jealousy- how jealous are they?
Possessive Jealousy? No. Insecure Jealousy. Plays it cool on the outside, but nervousness runs rampant in this boy’s skull, what if you think that guy is better than him? What about that yokai? They’re conveniently attractive and oh god they’re making jokes and you’re laughing?! Oh no oh no oh no
Kiss- are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
It was awkward to say the least. You both knew you wanted to kiss, but didn’t know how to express it. Kinda went like; “So-“ “Are we gonna-“ “y’know…”. after some failed attempts, you finally kissed
Love confession- how did they confess?
He confessed in the middle of a Jupiter Jim marathon. It was accidental as he thought you were asleep, after panicking and saying he didn’t mean it, you returned his feelings
Marriage- what are their thoughts on marriage?
Scares him half to death. Not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just- he feels he’s not worthy of marriage
Nicknames- what do they call their s/o?
Baby, Honey, Love of my life
On cloud nine- what are they like when on cloud nine? Is it obvious?
Zones out just staring at you with simultaneously the most dorky, smug, and lovestruck smile on his face
PDA- their thoughts on PDA, do they practice it?
110% he gives you kisses in public, he is holding your hand, either piggybacking you or the other way around, it’s game
Quirk- a random ability they have that is beneficial towards the relationship
His ability to clock you feeling down the moment it happens is wonderful if not otherworldly
Romance- how romantic are they, is it cliche or creative?
He can be cliche, nights at Hueso’s, but also mixes it up a bit with nighttime strolls or Hidden City shenanigans
Support- are they helping their s/o achieve their goals, do they believe in them?
Of course he’s helping! Maybe a tad too enthusiastic at times, but he wants the best for you
Thrill- do they feel the need for new things? Or prefer a relationship with routine?
He is doing new things all the time with you, but only new things you want to to ofc, may give you a nudge outside the comfort zone every now and again, just to help things along
Understanding- are they empathetic?
He might not seem it at first glance, but he is empathetic. Helps you through nightmares, injuries and anything that may ail you
Value- how important is the relationship to them?
Holds it above his own mental sanity
Wildcard- random fluff hc!
He is an arms guy, jumping into your arms or picking you up and spinning you around in his
Xoxo- are they affectionate, do they like to kiss and cuddle?
He is kissing your cheek to get attention, on the hand when being overly dramatic or romantic, on the forehead when cuddling, so very affectionate
Yearning- how do they cope when they miss their partner?
Quite sulky, whiny about it the whole time, saying things would be so much better if you were simply in each other’s presence. As for coping? He cuddles a pillow at night until you return
Zeal- are they willing to go great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?
He is ready to do anything. Stay in the prison dimension? If it means you’re safe. Steal a cake? If it makes you happy
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Raph
Activities- what do they like to do with their s/o?
He loves working out with you. Buuut if that’s not your speed, he won’t complain about getting pizza
Beauty- what physical attributes do they like the most about their s/o?
He can’t pick a favourite! Perhaps your height is his favourite, he likes using you as a teddy
Comfort- how would they comfort their s/o through a bad day or a panic attack?
He’s bringing you ice cream and a shoulder to cry on after a bad day, maybe even some flowers too
Dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?
He gets very anxious about the future, especially the future of your relationship. Sits down to have a very serious talk about it, would you want to get married? Would you want kids? Can we afford kids? How do we acquire children? Takes it seriously and doesn’t marry himself to one particular future
Equal- are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they passive?
You both stand on the same level of equality
Fight- how easy is it for them to forgive? How do they fight?
Snaps if he’s particularly stressed about something. Apologises after taking a few deep breaths. It’s extremely rare for an argument to last more than a day
Gratitude- how grateful are they? Are they aware of how much their s/o does?
Oh my man thinks you’re way out of his league, will forever be eternally grateful for you and everything you do
Honesty- do they keep secrets from their s/o, or do they share everything?
If he has secrets, he wouldn’t be able to keep them for long, they eat away at him. Mind Raph helps him tell the truth before it does some damage to the relationship
Inspiration- has their s/o inspired them?
You’ve definitely inspired him to take more time to himself, and just relax, even just for a bit
Jealousy- how jealous are they?
He refuses to call it jealousy, he just refuses to. He knows you would never do anything with that person, that conveniently attractive person, with a great personality, and you’re laughing at their jokes?! “Haha, yeah we just need to go… somewhere else.”
Kiss- are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He’s getting better with practice. The first was at a drive in theatre, neither of you were really paying attention to the movie, something about a cafe owner going broke, he blurted out the question so quickly you didn’t even hear the sentence. You had to ask him to repeat himself twice before he had calmed down
Love confession- how did they confess?
With flowers in your favourite colour, he stood on your fire escape and poured his heart out in front of you
Marriage- what are their thoughts on marriage?
It crosses his mind often, he’s very concerned about the future, dislikes that he can’t just know what will happen. As for marriage itself? He’ll ask someday, but not now
Nicknames- what do they call their s/o?
Shortstack
On cloud nine- what are they like when on cloud nine? Is it obvious?
He’s obvious. But in denial with it, even when called out
PDA- their thoughts on PDA, do they practice it?
He’s not one for PDA, preferring cuddles in private
Quirk- a random ability they have that is beneficial towards the relationship
His pure strength and size is good for many things, including amazing cuddles
Romance- how romantic are they, is it cliche or creative?
Cliche, he knows it’s cliche, but it’s cliche for a reason right? Flowers, candles, the whole shebang. People wouldn’t keep doing it if it didn’t work!
Support- are they helping their s/o achieve their goals, do they believe in them?
He would! Would help you set realistic goals and work up to the ultimate one
Thrill- do they feel the need for new things? Or prefer a relationship with routine?
He likes his routine, throwing in a surprise here and there
Understanding- are they empathetic?
Yes! Ofc, he is. Doesn’t want you to suffer, cuddles count as therapy right?
Value- how important is the relationship to them?
Important, he is making sure you are safe 100% of the time, he knows what a pain villains are for stealing s/o’s
Wildcard- random fluff hc!
Piggybacks! Or carrying you bridal style, just imagine all the things you can see up there
Xoxo- are they affectionate, do they like to kiss and cuddle?
Yes and yes, not so much as PDA, but as general cuddles for movie nights
Yearning- how do they cope when they miss their partner?
Won’t try to outwardly express this to anyone, shows up outside your window, if that’s not possible due to some unspoken reason then he probably just messages you, staying up later than he usually does
Zeal- are they willing to go great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?
Man is ready to jump off a building for you
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Donnie
Activities- what do they like to do with their s/o?
Going to conventions, dancing, pure enjoyment of the other’s company
Beauty- what physical attributes do they like the most about their s/o?
Any facial markings or scars, stretch marks included
Comfort- how would they comfort their s/o through a bad day or a panic attack?
Asks before doing absolutely anything. “Can I come in?” “I’m going to come closer, is that okay?” “May I touch you?” Does his best to calm you down, if not, then he’s finding the root of the issue and eliminating it
Dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?
He pictures his future quite often, the vision changes from time to time, but your always next to him in it
Equal- are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they passive?
Says he’s the dominant one, but really likes when you’re the dominant
Fight- how easy is it for them to forgive? How do they fight?
Fights actually don’t happen that much with the two of you. If you do fight, he only lets it last a few minutes before cutting contact and giving you the silent treatment. Forgiveness is given in a few days and you guys are on good terms again
Gratitude- how grateful are they? Are they aware of how much their s/o does?
He can forget sometimes, but he spends a day without you and takes it all back, realising how much he relies on you
Honesty- do they keep secrets from their s/o, or do they share everything?
According to the internet, honesty is key to a healthy relationship, so he does his best although honesty is quite difficult sometimes, in general
Inspiration- has their s/o inspired them?
Inspired in the way that you give him new insights he himself hadn’t considered fully yet, set on one path, helping him see the bigger picture on things
Jealousy- how jealous are they?
It’s through the roof, although, he’s in denial about it
Kiss- are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
It didn’t happen until at least six months, awkward at first, but followed your lead after some reassurance
Love confession- how did they confess?
He had a whole plan on how to do it, like a months long plan. You got there first, catching him off guard
Marriage- what are their thoughts on marriage?
He’d get married if you really wanted to but, he doesn’t see the point exactly. That doesn’t stop him from being emotional on the day however
Nicknames- what do they call their s/o?
Darling, Significant Other
On cloud nine- what are they like when on cloud nine? Is it obvious?
Gets extremely defensive about the fact that he’s definitely not on cloud nine that he forgets to act like it
PDA- their thoughts on PDA, do they practice it?
Absolutely not, especially not in the first few months. Hand holding is acceptable, and the occasional hug
Quirk- a random ability they have that is beneficial towards the relationship
The ability to force himself to stay up all night, caffeine helps of course. You guys can just talk in the dead of night, as we all know, that is the best bonding time
Romance- how romantic are they, is it cliche or creative?
Gets creative with it, but isn’t shying away from flowers. Better yet! Mechanical flowers that bloom in the day! They never die!
Support- are they helping their s/o achieve their goals, do they believe in them?
Much like his red older brother, helps you set realistic mini-goals, and then helps achieve them. Not too hands on however, wants you to accomplish it yourself
Thrill- do they feel the need for new things? Or prefer a relationship with routine?
Routine. Routine. Routine. Cannot function without it. If there’s something new he needs to know about it at least a week in advance and that’s being lenient
Understanding- are they empathetic?
He is empathetic, just not the best at expressing it
Value- how important is the relationship to them?
This is so important to him, you would not believe
Wildcard- random fluff hc!
He pulls you onto his lap when working on something, refusing to let you leave
Xoxo- are they affectionate, do they like to kiss and cuddle?
After the initial phase he most definitely is, but only in private will you get kisses
Yearning- how do they cope when they miss their partner?
Calls and messages 24/7, if that’s unavailable? Workaholic
Zeal- are they willing to go great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?
He’s ready to destroy his inventions for you. Yes- he has backups, but that’s beside the point!
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Mikey
Activities- what do they like to do with their s/o?
Let’s go, come on we’re going to paint New York with graffiti. Loves cooking with you and showing you techniques he learned recently
Beauty- what physical attributes do they like the most about their s/o?
Loves your hair/fur/whatever, running hands through it
Comfort- how would they comfort their s/o through a bad day or a panic attack?
Comfort foods, but never overboard with it, too much is unhealthy. Movie nights and gentle words
Dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?
He honestly doesn’t think about it all that much, preferring the moment. But he does picture his future with you in it
Equal- are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they passive?
Passive, prefers standing on equal ground with people
Fight- how easy is it for them to forgive? How do they fight?
Dr feelings isn’t letting fights go unresolved, preferring to talk it out and get to the bottom of the issue
Gratitude- how grateful are they? Are they aware of how much their s/o does?
He’s super grateful! Does occasionally let it slip, but just tell him and he’ll remember himself
Honesty- do they keep secrets from their s/o, or do they share everything?
He wouldn’t keep secrets on purpose, likely the only reason he hasn’t told you anything is because it hadn’t come up in conversations yet, or he’s self conscious about it, not wanting to be a bother, but never out of malice
Inspiration- has their s/o inspired them?
Inspiration in the sense that you’re his favourite muse? Yes! Inspiration in the sense that he’s changed? Probably not
Jealousy- how jealous are they?
He tries his best to not get jealous, but sometimes he just can’t hold it back, Dr delicate touch tells the person you’re taken
Kiss- are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Rooftop rambles at night are a must in this relationship, it happened under the moonlight, you could taste the pizza on his breath
Love confession- how did they confess?
He tried making it romantic, he really did, but one disaster after another passed through. He was about to just leave and take it as a sign you guys weren’t supposed to be together until you confessed instead
Marriage- what are their thoughts on marriage?
He’s up for it if you’re up for it, but only after a while, when you’re both adults, just to be safe
Nicknames- what do they call their s/o?
Baby, Honey, CutiePie, Angel, Wonder
On cloud nine- what are they like when on cloud nine? Is it obvious?
He physically has heart eyes, most obvious in his cloud-nine shenanigans, zoned out whilst staring at you once and added way too much baking soda it was a disaster
PDA- their thoughts on PDA, do they practice it?
PDA all day, as long as you’re okay with it ofc, mostly just hand holding and an arm around your shoulder
Quirk- a random ability they have that is beneficial towards the relationship
His ability to completely clock whenever you’re down avoids most complications
Romance- how romantic are they, is it cliche or creative?
He gets creative with it, thinks the traditional things are nice, sure, but overdone
Support- are they helping their s/o achieve their goals, do they believe in them?
Oh absolutely he believes in you! Supports your goals and helps out with what you may need
Thrill- do they feel the need for new things? Or prefer a relationship with routine?
New things. Hidden city dates all the time because it’s the most unpredictable, carefully avoiding the law enforcements.
Understanding- are they empathetic?
Absolutely! Have you met this boy? Sureee Dr Delicate touch isn’t empathetic, but that’s not a problem with you guys, he hasn’t met you yet.
Value- how important is the relationship to them?
You’re pinned in his contacts, he adores baking or cooking anything for you, overall one of the most important people in his life
Wildcard- random fluff hc!
Has one of those jars that have the lolly sticks with things to do with a s/o written on them, you made it together! Orange stick for an indoor date, green for outdoor, white for something that can be done anywhere
Xoxo- are they affectionate, do they like to kiss and cuddle?
Affection levels at 110% he’s giving you all the attention you deserve and could ever want
Yearning- how do they cope when they miss their partner?
He spams messages for a while, but if you’re not responding for some reason, listens to music in order to zone out. Takes his mind off of things ya know?
Zeal- are they willing to go great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?
He would go to the greatest lengths. This man would have taken Leo’s place in the prison dimension if it meant you were safe and alive
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daddynattt · 1 year
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Missing Date
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Summary: Asking Natasha her opinion on lingerie sets for your date with Kate might not have been the best idea.
Pairings: Dark!Pervert!Natasha Romanoff x Reader Kate Bishop x Reader
Warnings: Nat being a pervert, Nat has a penis, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Hidden Camera, Panty Sniffing, Voyeurism, Possessive/Jealous Nat, A gun, Talk of murder.
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“So, I bought some new pieces from Victoria Secret that I need an opinion on, could you help me please?” You completely miss the look Natasha gives you as those words leave your mouth, her gaze on your body possessive and hungry as thoughts of you wearing sexy lingerie for somebody else swarms around in her mind. You and Natasha have been friends for a couple of years now, the two of you living on the same floor of your apartment complex. You spend every waking moment together as she is the closest friend you have in this city after recently moving here a couple years ago. 
“Are they for someone in particular?” Her icy tone goes completely over your head, and you grab the first set you want to try on and show her. An all black lace set that instantly caught your eye. 
“Actually, yes, I have a date tomorrow night” Walking into the bathroom, you put on the first set, checking yourself out in the mirror first before turning around and showing Natasha.
“What do you think?” She checks you out as you do a little spin, letting out a sigh before answering. 
“You look amazing, but who is this person you’re going out with?” Your shy shrug causes her to lick her lips, and her eyes can’t seem to look away from your body as you are completely oblivious to her intentions. You go back into the bathroom, putting on a pretty pink set next, modeling the attire for her. 
“Just someone from work” Natasha rolls her eyes, a smirk making its way onto her face as she watches you walk out in the pink set. She has never seen anyone look as breathtakingly beautiful as you. She wants to take you right then and there and ruin you for anybody else.
“How about this one?” ‘Pink is definitely your color’ she watches you model the set for her, her eyes glued to your breasts, then making their way down to your ass. She craves you so badly that she would do anything to see your naked body and make you hers. 
“What’s their name? Have I met them?” you can’t help but to let out a little giggle, her curiosity endearing as you’re wondering why she cares so much about this. 
“Natty, why so many questions? It’s just a date. No need to get all protective on me” The smirk on her face catches you off guard, the meaning behind it is lost on you, and you’re wondering what’s going on in her mind. 
“I asked for a name sweetheart” her tone is low, dangerous and causes a shiver to run down your spine. 
“Her name is Kate, we have a reservation at that new restaurant that just opened downtown” Natasha lets out a hum, her demeanor calm and collected as she gives you an innocent smile.
“Go with the pink one Detka, it looks the best on you and Kate will for sure love it” you miss the dangerous glint in her eyes, giving her a wide smile and wrapping your arms around her shoulder in a hug. You feel her hands wrapping themselves around your waist, yelping when you feel her grab your asscheek and squeezing it in her hand, causing you to hit her chest with a gasp, her raspy laugh hitting your ears.
“Hey! Don’t be such a perv. These goodies are off limit” Natasha raises her eyebrows, watching you retreat back into the bathroom to take off the lingerie and get dressed. Looking at your phone, you notice it’s almost time for you to leave for work and Kate is due to pick you up shortly as you read her text.
“Look, I gotta head to my shift now, Kate is actually on her way and we’re going to head over together. You’re welcome to stay here if you’d like and we can have our marathon when I get home” 
As you leave, Natasha watches through your window as you reach Kate’s car, Kate making her way around to give you a hug. She gets a good look at what Kate looks like, her mind wandering to all the possible things she wishes to do and how she wishes to do them. Grabbing the camera from inside her pocket, she places it on your dresser facing towards your bed, hidden in between some pictures and setting it up, looking at her phone to make sure it’s set up properly, and doing the same in your bathroom and shower.
Natasha grabs the pink lingerie set that you plan on wearing, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking out her semi-hard cock, the thoughts of what she plans to do turning her on. She strokes her cock, using her pre-cum to get her dick wet, wrapping your new panties around it as she strokes herself with them, thoughts of your dripping pussy wrapped tightly around her. 
She throws her head back as these dirty thoughts run through her mind, she imagines your mouth and pussy milking her dry and dumping her of all her cum as she uses your body for her own pleasure. She strokes her cock faster, her release so close as she imagines cumming inside you, painting your walls white and breeding you until you’re full and round, making you completely hers so nobody else can have you. She grunts and moans, white spurts of her cum shooting all over your new pink set, letting her orgasm wash over her and spreading her cum around to get it all over. She hopes you are too excited to notice, putting them on with her cum dried up on them. 
Placing the panty back where it was, she looks towards your laundry basket and grabs a used pair of yours that’s for wash, sniffing them and inhaling your smell. ‘God, nobody will ever compare to you’ her obsession towards you is borderline animalistic, wanting nothing but to hurt you and have you crying underneath her as she rams her cock deep inside you, turning you into her brainless little toy. 
She sends you a text saying something came up and she wouldn’t be able to come over for the movie marathon, leaving your apartment and making her way back over to hers. She’s got other plans tonight. 
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Natasha lays in bed in boxers and a sports bra, watching the camera on her screen as she awaits for you to get home. She’s been eager to see your face ever since you parted ways this morning, but has been waiting to see your exposed body even more. As time goes by, she sees the door opening to the bedroom, your frame appearing in her vision. ‘Oh how i’ve missed you my little bunny’
She watches as you enter the bathroom, getting naked and hopping into the shower, her eyes trailing over every inch of your body. She palms her bulge, stroking herself over her boxers as she stares at your breasts and cunt, the view making her dick twitch in her boxers. She builds herself up as you shower, watching as you enter the bedroom naked to let yourself air dry, plopping onto your bed, waiting to see and hear what you do next. 
“God, today was stressful, I need to get fucking laid” you take both your nipples in between your fingers, pinching and pulling on the stiff bud to get yourself going. You moan as you pinch and squeeze them, trailing one hand down your body and running your fingers through your slick folds. 
Natasha watches as you start rubbing slow circles on your clit, sliding her boxers off and stroking her cock in her hand, the sight of you spread out naked on your bed and wet from your shower making her throb in her hand. She strokes her cock up and down, lubing herself with her pre-cum, the view of you on her screen and your soft moans sending delicious chills through her body. She wants to walk over to your apartment and pound you into your mattress till you pass out. 
You slide two fingers inside you, fucking yourself with your fingers and pinching your nipple with your other hand, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fuck yourself slowly. “Nat…” you whimper out softly, your fingers moving inside you at a quicker pace at the thought of her in between your legs. 
Natasha’s hand stops, her heart beating as she hears her name come out of your mouth. ‘Did she just moan my name?’ She continues stroking her cock, the thought of you moaning her name making her grow bigger and harder if even possible. She watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, she can hear how wet you are causing her to tilt her head back and letting out a deep moan, the thought of her cock replacing your fingers bringer her closer to the edge. She grabs your panties she stole from your laundry basket, sniffing them as she strokes her raging hard on.
“Oh baby, I can’t wait to deal with Kate and make you mine. Dumb little baby thinking you’re going on a date with that little whore. You belong to daddy” Your moans become louder as you fuck yourself faster, adding a third finger and moving them in and out at a relentless pace. “Fuck, just like that, such a dirty little whore fucking herself and thinking of me instead. Cum with daddy baby girl” she takes a deep inhale sniffing your panties, making her eyes roll to the back of your head.
As if hearing her words, you cum hard on your fingers with a cry of her name, Natasha doing the same at hearing her name being moaned from your mouth as she cums all over her abs and chest, white spurts of cum shooting all over her, her orgasm intense as she watches you on the screen in front of her. 
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Driving into the parking lot of the apartment complex, Natasha parks beside Kate’s car as she waits for her to exit the building. Getting out of her car, she leans herself on the front of it, waiting for Kate to make her appearance. Moments later, she notices Kate walking towards her, and as she reaches the door, she takes out her gun, pointing it into Kate’s back as she whispers in her ear. “Don’t make a sound or I will shoot you. Nod if you understand”
Part 2?👀
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prince-koda · 3 months
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I Don't Deserve You
Bucky Barnes X GN!Reader
AN: Distant Bucky and a conversation. Just a lil hurt/comfort as a treat. Per usual there's no body, hair, race, or gender descriptors. No use of Y/N. 3rd POV. Reader is referred to as a "partner" and with they/them/theirs pronouns.
Constructive criticism always appreciated.
I'm unemployed and mentally struggling, bon appetite.
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There was a constant, gnawing feeling in the pit of their stomach. Never ending anxiety, simmering just below the surface.
Bucky felt distant. While he tried his best to relearn how to communicate what he was thinking and feeling, he often settled on keeping to himself about issues for a while. This wasn’t new. What was new was the subtle, but not subtle enough, pulling away.
The random kisses throughout the day eventually slowed to a stop. No more texts during lunch, reminding them to take a break from whatever they were doing for a while. In fact, he nearly stopped texting them all together when the two were off doing separate things. He even became less interested in making dinner together or movie marathons. 
This doesn’t mean he was fully avoiding his partner. Bucky always held their hand when they walked around the city, standing closest to the street. When he’d make grocery runs, he’d still always surprise them with a special snack or candy he found. Back and shoulder rubs after long days were always offered. They never laid in bed together without some form of contact or cuddling.
But things were different.
Bucky continued to say that nothing was wrong, shrugging off any questions about how he’s doing. A simple excuse of being tired could only go so far.
“Do you still want to be together?” Their voice was quiet, but steady nonetheless.
There was silence for a beat. It almost felt like the world was moving slower.
“Excuse me?” Bucky answered, an almost undetectable tinge of fear slipped out with his words.
“Bucky,” they sighed out. “You act like you’re not as interested in being with me anymore. You’re not talking to me and I’m not sure what to do or think anymore. So,” another short pause. “I’m asking you upfront.”
“Of course! Of course I want to be with you.” he reached out and held their face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over their cheekbones as he struggled to find his words.
“I’m not trying to pry, you don’t have to tell me everything, but you’re pulling away. I just want you to come back to me.”
Bucky had put on a brave front as soon as the words left their lips, trying to keep his composure, but that broke him. The two stared at each other with misty eyes before Bucky finally said what was on his mind.
“I just don’t deserve you.” Bucky bowed his head, no longer able to make eye contact.
More silence, only being broken by occasional sniffling and forced deep breaths. Both of their throats were squeezing shut, attempting to keep all the bile-like emotions deep below.
“Wh-what does that mean?” The fear of this actually somehow being the end, that this was all some roundabout way of breaking up, couldn’t be hidden when they spoke.
While Bucky’s head was bowed, the tears began streaming down his face. Despite the embarrassment he felt from not only crying, but making you upset as well, he looked back up.
“All I want is for you to have everything you deserve and that’s not me.”
His partner’s hands flew to cradle his face the way he still held theirs, not hesitation in their voice as they asked, “Who said that? All I want is you.”
His tears fell faster. He tried to bow his head out of his partner’s hands, unable to look at them without feeling like his chest was going to implode. The squeezing feeling spread down from his throat to his entire chest. Again, trying to pull away.
“James, I just want you,” they repeated. “All I want is us to be together and happy and healthy and-” they cut themself off.
They pulled Bucky in for a hug, letting him hide his tears in their shoulder.
“If you don’t want to be with me,” they took a deep breath. “I understand, but if you’re doing some mental gymnastics about not being good enough then you need to know that I love you and I want to be with you as long as you want to be with me. If I’m lucky, that’s forever.”
They let silence take over the room again, simply rubbing Bucky’s back as he let out tiny shakes from his muted crying.
“I want you, too.” Bucky murmured into his partner’s shoulder. “Forever.”
“So let me love you and be with you. I don’t want you to push me away, I want your life to be my life. You always take care of me, so let me take care of you.”
“I’m sorry I upset you.” He began shaking more. “I don’t want to leave you or for you to leave me I’m just scared I think and I’m sorry.” The words raced out of his lips. He almost seemed frantic, scared he’d ruined everything.
“How about we make a deal?” His partner asked after a beat, moving a hand from his back to the nape of his neck, offering more soothing contact.
Bucky let out a quiet, “Okay,” as he continued working to steady his breathing. He moved his head from his partner’s shoulder, one of his hands reached up to scrub the tears away.
“I’ll never leave you if you never leave me.” A hand moved from his neck to in between them as his partner held out their pinky.
“I’ll never leave you if you never leave me.” Bucky repeated, his sniffling slowing down. Linking their pinkies, the two leaned in to kiss their fists.
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itsabouttimex2 · 3 months
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Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part Two
Maybe they should’ve seen this coming. Maybe there were a few warning signs they didn’t pick up on. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? All those little things should’ve added up a long time ago.
The way the room grew silent and tense when you walked in, no matter how how exuberant it had been prior. How you manage to sneak up on everyone without even trying, as though you had no presence. The wide berth that strangers give you, even though they can’t explain why. That last one had been particularly strange for your friends. They hadn’t understood why people would treat you so coldly, not back then.
They understand now.
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MK has already had so much placed on his shoulders, and all of it was without his asking. The fate of his friends. The fate of the city. The fate of the world. Time after time, countless lives are placed into his hands, and he does his very best to bring them safely through the danger posed by ancient threats and lurking demons.
Once, living out the dream of being a hero had been fun. Back then, all he had to do was master a new power or bust down another bad guy, and then everyone laughed and went on with their peaceful lives. Back when every adventure ended before the day was over and he was back home just in time for Pigsy to start scolding him for being reckless.
But as he grows stronger, so too does his vast array of enemies. As he trains his body and masters his skills, all those who seek to oppose him are doing the same.
Which means higher stakes. More danger. More destruction. More lives on the line day by day. It means that every last friend and companion of his will end up finding themselves in danger just on account of being associated with him. His enemies are rarely noble, most of them willing to target his friends in an attempt to devastate his heart and mind, hoping to leave him mourning and unsettled. He thwarts these attempts one after another, always saving the day in the end.
His greatest fear is that a day will come where he falls short of such an accomplishment.
A fear that the Lady Bone Demon brings to the forefront of his mind. She brings this hidden terror to light, and exacerbates it.
“Foolish child. Do you really think that one person can save everyone from pain and suffering? Or are you truly arrogant enough to believe that your strength alone can forge a better tomorrow?”
She makes him want to be stronger. Smarter. Better. Good enough to protect anyone who’d ever be put in danger. Especially you.
“Y/N! Let’s hang out today! Come on, I’ve got my room set up for a Monkey Cop marathon!” He takes you by the hand, dragging you along after him with a big smile that he struggles to maintain. When he’s sad or upset, he turns to you. In turn, he makes it clear that you can always rely on him to protect you.
If he were a bit more mature, a little more confident and self-assured, he’d make for a wonderful older brother figure. He’s spontaneous, energetic, supportive… and entirely terrified that he might lose you.
That fear drives him to train harder, to work harder… to be someone you are truly and honestly proud of. To be someone you can rely on and turn to in any time of need. He tackles his training with a renewed vigor, all in preparation for the moment that you might need his protecting.
And now that said moment has come, he’s more scared than ever before. The person he fears most bears down on him as he stands in front of the person he fears losing most, and all he can do is hold strong.
“You will not stand between me and my destiny!” The Lady Bone Demon’s voice is furious, her eyes crackling with arcane energy.
The very same eyes that you have. MK doesn’t know exactly what started his suspicions, but your eyes are what confirmed his little hunch. The two of you are related in some way, he’s sure of it.
And with how insistent she is with getting her hands on you, it’s only a further nail into the coffin. There’s no denying that you and the Lady Bone Demon have some sort of connection. But what? Are you her descendant? Did she plant a seed of her essence into your forefathers long ago to ensure that some part of her would go on, and only now is returning to reclaim it? Are you simply powerful enough for her to see use in you? Does she think she could sway you to her side?
There’s a dozen explanations that could be true. However, he has no way to prove which one of them it is, because the Lady Bone Demon is staying tight lipped on why exactly she wants you, perhaps as to not give MK a chance to counter her plans.
It doesn’t matter, MK reminds himself. What she wants with you doesn’t matter. What matters is that she wants you, full stop. And if he can stop her and her well-intentioned plans, then he can save you and everybody else too. All he has to do is push a little harder.
And then?
Maybe he can just… forget about it all. Forget about the Lady. Forget about your nebulous ties to her. And everything can go back to the way it was, when he didn’t jump every time you spoke to him, when he could look into your eyes without feeling like someone had dumped ice down his shirt, when he could fall asleep next to you without waking up in a cold sweat.
He’ll forget all about it, burying it deep inside his brain.
And then things will go back to normal, with you safely under his protection.
Right?
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He knows right from the start. I sincerely believe that if someone was the Lady Bone Demon’s descendant, Wukong would be aware the very moment he met them.
A dread chill races down his spine the moment he see you, freezing him for just a second as he contemplates one of his worst fears coming true. The Lady Bone Demon is back.
Except… no, not really. That’s not her at all, is it? You’re just… some kid. With the exact same crushing spiritual pressure that she personally exerted. And the same eyes that she had.
Yeah, this isn’t a coincidence. There’s just no way. He goes off to do some digging, but not before subtly tasking MK with keeping an eye out for you while he searches for anything that could prove your ties to one of his greatest enemies.
And this is Sun Wukong we’re talking about, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. It doesn’t take him very long, whether through cleverness and trickery or sheer brute force.
Maybe the monkey demon twists a few heavenly arms to get the information he wants. Maybe he utilizes the 72 Transformations to eavesdrop on a keeper of records. Maybe he’s just got a sacred book of lineage hidden away in some pile of junk somewhere.
However he does it, he gets the job done well, with just the conclusion he’s looking for- you are indeed, of the Lady Bone Demon’s blood.
But Sun Wukong has come far from his days before Five Phases mountain. He’s not some vicious demon who bullies those around him, nor does he jump to outright murder as a solution for every last problem.
He’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, just so you can maybe prove yourself to him.
It starts with him crashing at your house without an excuse, he himself writing it off with a very unconvincing “bout of motion sickness” that would supposedly leave him incapable of comfortably riding his cloud back to Flower Fruit Mountain.
His true intention is to see what you’ll do while he’s “asleep”, laid across your couch with his head rested on a cushy pillow, tantalizingly propped-up for one who might wish to try and crush his skull or slice his throat.
Instead, you usher him to a cozy guest room, asking him to call you if he needs anything. He makes use of this several times, asking for food and water to see if you’ll poison it.
But you don’t. There’s no hand-made poison sourced from the Underworld slipped into his peach tea. No sacred knife hidden inside your sleeve. No Heaven-forged needles baked into the slice of pie you bring when he mentions being hungry.
You aren’t a scheming demon, he realizes. You’re just a good kid.
You remind kind to him, even as he intentionally tries to fray your nerves. You don’t snap or argue or whine, instead tending to his false needs with a smile on your face.
He drifts comfortably to sleep in the guest room, stomach satiated and his brain whirling. Before he passes out, he realizes with a pang of sympathy that he’s clearly the first person to have ever slept here. Stocked and furnished comfortably for anyone who might stop by and spend time with you… it’s instead been rotting without occupancy, left unused for what may well have been years.
You aren’t a bad person. You really, really aren’t. You’re just a good kid who clearly needs someone to quell the stomach-turning loneliness that finds you down each path you take.
At first, he decides to be that person out of pity. He stops by sometimes, ducking in to snag a bite from your fridge, engaging in a short but friendly conversation, watching sympathetically as the mere exchange of several sentences boosts your mood to healthy levels.
You start to anticipate his visits, making sure you have food and drink he’ll enjoy on hand. Lots of peach-filled pastries, to nobody’s surprise. Pies, tarts, cookies… it turns out that Sun Wukong has a pretty unabashed sweet tooth. He’s actually somewhat touched that you out in the effort just to make sure that he’ll have something nice to eat when he stops by.
Just as pity went to warmth, slowly that warmth comes to a peak, igniting.
Eventually, he starts taking you back to Flower Fruit Mountain to spend time with you there, trying to acclimate you to an eventual residency there with him to repay every kindness you’ve done for him.
There’s not a single pivotal moment where he realizes that he wants to keep you beside him, just a slow, day by day fall into platonic obsession. He gets attached, hard.
From your point of view, your kindness and determination to forge bonds with those around you has finally earned you a friend.
From his point of view, you’re a lonely, wayward child who needs someone nearby to protect and shelter you.
This is far from the truth, but his delusions grow by the day, in part an innocuous desire to repay your kindness, in part an unhealthy attachment to someone who has no hope of escaping from his grasp.
Really, though… if he did spirit you away, would you complain or argue? Fight or run?
Even if you did, there’s no way you’d get away from him. Just sit back, and let him take care of you, just the way you took care of him.
That’s what family does, after all.
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You’re another one of his weird kids. That’s where it starts and ends for Pigsy. You fit snugly between Mei and MK, forming a neat little trio that he wants to both throttle and hug. Just as often as you three make him feel like he’s heading to an aneurysm-induced early grave, you make him feel fulfilled and content. His noodle shop, his two best friends, his three high-energy goofy kids.
Pigsy is happy with the life he has. He’s happy with the life he’s provided for MK. He’s happy to see Mei overcome her insecurities with her family and gain their approval. He’s happy that Sandy has found peace and improved himself. He’s even happy when Tang comes to visit, though he’ll gripe about the man “freeloading” whenever he stops by.
It’s a strange, stressful life that he’s built for himself, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
A world he wishes was just a little kinder.
It has served him kindly enough, though. Success, family, friends, some degree of fame. Most things a person can want, Pigsy has in decent abundance.
His problem is the way it treats you.
You’re a good kid. You really are. You’ve been visiting since you were a child, and he’s watched you grow up. If it weren’t for Tang, you’d be his most frequent customer. (Because you actually pay for your food, he calls you his favorite customer, to Tang’s dismay) And because you’ve spent so much time here with him and his family, he has a pretty good feeling he understands you.
Is isn’t just the renowned food you’re coming back for. It’s the company, too.
You always come in alone and drag out your visits to last as long as possible. You make conversation whenever and wherever you get the chance, stretching out these moments of companionship for as long as you can.
You’re lonely. Not for a lack of trying, of course. You try to strike up conversations, try to reach out to others wherever you can. People seem consistently unsettled and unnerved in your presence, immediately looking for an out when you come around. No matter how kind you are or how often you try to make connection, you get left in the dust.
If you aren’t at Pigsy’s Noodles, then you’re alone. So you keep coming back, again and again. Not just for the incredible food, but for them.
For him.
It’s sad, but it warms his heart a little at the same time. You rely on him. Maybe he could go as far as to say that you need him. Who would he be, if he didn’t welcome you with open arms?
Pigsy wants you to be happy. He wants to keep you safe. And eventually, those feelings grind slowly towards wanting to keep you close.
And close he keeps you, there and then, and then, here and now.
Pigsy does not let go of you. Even as the manic wide-eyed man he only knows as “the Mayor” demands your unconscious body from him, talking about “bloodlines” and “destiny” and “the power she requires”, the chef refuses to be parted from you.
Since he can’t run, he has no chance but to stand and fight, wielding a nine-toothed rake with one hand and keeping you slung safely over his shoulder with the other. He’s never been good at fighting, so it isn’t truly an even match. He’s instead trying to block and dodge the Lady Bone Demon’s sycophantic servant, barely warding him off after each blow.
His efforts to hold out eventually do pay out, with MK stepping shortly in to knock the “Mayor” away from you both, punting him across the landscape and then into the ground from there.
Leaving Pigsy to weigh the options left before him. However, it’s not much as much of a struggle as one might assume. You’re a kid, he thinks to himself, holding you close as he examines your bruises and scrapes. You don’t need to know. What would it accomplish? Do you need to know why people fear you? Why they think of you as unapproachable? Why they run away from the kindness and warmth you offer?
Would it help you, to know the reason? No, Pigsy decides. It could only lead to trouble and heartbreak. What if you ran away from both yourself and your friends, and never came back for fear of hurting them? What if you lost the ability to trust yourself? What if you hurt yourself?
He can’t run the risk of losing you. From now on, he’s going to take a much more personal role in your life, very potentially bringing you to live in the restaurant with him and MK.
“You don’t have to worry about those two freaks, kid. Just let me look out for ya, from now on.”
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dragonpastels · 2 months
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Master post time!
since I seem to have lost all control, I thought I'd put together this post to organize everything for you peeps!
Cracked Conscience
Just some normal turtle lives for our normal turtle boys. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
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Chapter 1. Drama and Dragons
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Q&A With the Hidden City's Most Wanted!
Do you have a burning question to ask our wonderful host? Like their favorite color? What did they do today? Or deep philosophical questions? Or do you just want to give them unwarranted gifts? Well, here is your chance to ask until the feed drops!
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4th wall breaks (Jack Horner Animatic Related) You're all on my list You Heathen Brother Opinions
Shiny Rock Bribe
Can I Pet him? (Bad Ending)
The Poke/Jupiter Jim Marathon Time!
Snack time with Insults for dessert!
What if I got in a Sparring Match?
Does he like plushies?
How many times have you set a building on fire?
WHY ARE YOU GrAY???
Jack Horner Animatic (where it all started)
although the animatic is mostly non-canon to the comic there could still potentially be spoilers, so if you'd like to avoid any and all, avoid the animatic for now.
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How to Train Your Turtle
You like How to Train Your Dragon and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Well, you're in luck! Because these boys are now dragons and poor April is stuck with them after crashing on their island.
Chapter 1. Stranded
Ask Shenanigans
Dragon Logs
Dragon Shenanigans
Pre-Besties April/Donnie dynamic
Mikey the cuddle gremlin
A shiny rock for Donnie, tastey book snack
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punkeccentricenigma · 6 months
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headcanons with the rise boys and a reader who is in med school! Graduated high school early and is training to be a doctor! Romantic or platonic, your pick
Rise!Boys with Reader who is in Med School
Relationship status: platonic
Reader prounouns: They/Them
TW: Mention of slicing the frog, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.
Author's note: Just so you know, I am not familiar with medicine at the college level, only what I had in high school biology, so I tried to write these headcanons as neutrally as possible. And all in all, even if I learn anything now, it is only in the field of physiotherapy because my friend is going to such studies this year, so sorry if it's not what you wanted, but still, enjoy!
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Leonardo
◇I won't lie, I'm sure this guy admires you.
◇Not everyone gets a chance to get into such a school!
◇But knowing his personality, he'll probably tease you a lot, calling you a 'nerd.'
◇It usually doesn't cross the line, BUT if Leonardo goes too far with his teasing, especially when you're tired after classes, you often threaten to perform a dissection on him like a frog.
◇And when he arrogantly waved it off at first, you and Donnie pulled a prank on him with that theme.
◇Everything was recorded as he lay pinned to the table, and you stood over him with a scalpel.
◇Leo thinks you're very diligent, hardworking, and disciplined, which also means mentally exhausted.
◇Such a school demands a lot, so expect that during study sessions in your cozy home, that idiotic turtle will come and drag you to the hidden city to relax.
◇I'm sure he'll try to make you laugh often using elaborate medical jokes he found on the internet.
◇Sometimes he also feels a bit jealous. He has some basic knowledge when he has to patch himself or his brothers up, but deep down, he would also like to go to such a medical school to enhance his skills. But you see the whole situation.
◇But don't worry! In your free time, you'll give him a bit of education with the knowledge you've acquired so far.
◇Even if he tries to hide it, he's a bit overwhelmed by the vast amount of knowledge and skills you possess.
◇But despite that, he's proud of you for taking on the challenge and fulfilling your dreams! Or at least you're on the right path to doing so.
Raphael
◇The proudest big bro! You got into that school?? Amazing!
◇Your number one supporter!
◇Raphael truly appreciates your intelligence, hard work, and determination. He never imagined himself getting into a medical school, not only because of the whole situation but also because his knowledge absolutely doesn't go in the same direction as yours. But that his friend managed it? Nice!
◇He admires your selfless need to help other people. He's keeping his green fingers crossed for you to achieve that dream medical title!
◇I'm sure he suggested some ‘experiments’ on himself for you to practice a topic from lectures. In the end, you hit him on the head for such an absurd idea. You didn't intend to do that! That's Donatello's role! Besides, mixed human DNA with turtle DNA would probably mess with your mind more than help.
◇Although their biology sometimes interested you.
◇When he notices you're tired and stressed from all the medical material, he'll gladly take you to their living room, and under a warm blanket, you'll have a Lou Jitsu movie marathon (where you'll eventually fall asleep, lmao) or play a bandana takeover with his brothers, all tricks allowed for your amusement!
◇Hey, don't complain about his support. Many times, you've helped him when he was stressed about being the leader before Leo or after the Kraang invasion. That's all he can do!
◇Sometimes he was confused and a bit unhappy when you started explaining various medical terms or tools to him. Raph is simple; give him a lighter version of all that.
◇Sometimes he wasn't happy that you declined meetings because of studying or lectures. Hey! He also needs attention sometimes D:
Donatello
◇Donnie is really proud of you, even if he doesn't express it in words every day.
◇But as a reward for your hard work, he'll fine-tune the devices you use for practice or build something helpful.
◇He appreciates your genuine interest in understanding difficult concepts and your ability for critical thinking. You don't even know how much he needed someone like you in his life, looking at his family.
◇Despite your enthusiasm and intelligence, he thinks you might overly stress about grades and perfectionism, which in the long run can lead to stress and burnout. So, he often forces you to take a break in his lab, sipping mint-flavored coffee.
◇It's also his small revenge for taking him away from his work on new inventions when he hasn't slept for two days in a row, lmao.
◇But if it's not spending time with him, the guy will go through all your material at the moment to make cheat sheets with the most important information.
◇You pose an intellectual challenge for him and keep him on his toes, but he always enjoys discussing and exploring different perspectives on a topic with you, even though he leans more towards technological knowledge than biological.
◇However, despite his intelligence, Donnie in those moments can be a bit 'know-it-all' and doesn't always consider the opinions or feelings of other people, or even the actual facts.
Michelangelo
◇You won't convince me he wouldn't be initially confused; I mean, he's the least interested in medical topics.
◇But as soon as you start explaining, he'll immediately admit that he's impressed and that he's really proud of you!
◇He'll always mention how much he appreciates your determination to achieve your dreams!
◇Personally, I have a headcanon that Mikey wants to become one of the most recognizable artists, so he roughly knows how frustrating it is when something doesn't work out.
◇In a way, I think Mikey sees you as his role model, so feel proud to be compared to Lou Jitsu :D
◇Mikey sometimes worries a lot about your mental health after lectures. So, expect many long conversations about self-care.
◇Being the youngest of the brothers, he got a lot of attention, so he'll often be jealous of how much time you spend at school and with human friends rather than with him. He knows it's immature behavior, but he can't help it!
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nox140497 · 4 months
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Sam's Birthday
Prompt: No
Request: No
Authors note: Hi, this is my first story on here, so please be kind.... If you like it, feel free to make requests or give me ideas or even tips if you want it would be much appreciated.
Summary: Y/N being Sam's loving girlfriend of a few months teams up with Colby to plan a surprise party for his birthday.
Pairing: Sam Golbach x Female Reader.
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Y/N and Sam had been friends for almost 19 years, growing up together and sharing countless memories. Their bond had always been strong, but something changed three months ago when they took a leap of faith and started dating. Their relationship flourished despite Y/N fears of it being too soon after Katrina for him, deepening the connection they had always shared as friends.
As November approached, Y/N began brainstorming ways to make Sam's 27th birthday on the 27th truly unforgettable. With their history, she knew it had to be something extraordinary, also she had to remember that they were running a marathon rhe day before...
And so, an idea sparked in her mind - a surprise birthday party.
Knowing that Sam's closest and best friend Colby was like a brother to him, Y/N reached out to him for assistance in planning the surprise. Colby was thrilled at the idea and immediately jumped on board, eager to help make Sam's birthday celebration truly special.
Together, they embarked on a journey to organize the ultimate surprise party. Y/N began by reaching out to all of Sam's friends and family, gathering them together behind Sam's back. Each person she contacted shared their fondest memories of Sam, which Y/N compiled into a memory jar. The jar overflowed with sentiments and stories, ready to be shared at the party.
Colby took charge of finding the perfect venue for the surprise. He had to find an interesting pace to explore for their next video anyway. He scoured the city, looking for a place that would capture the essence of Sam's adventurous spirit. Finally, he came across a hidden gem - an abandoned warehouse that could be transformed into a stunning party venue with a touch of creativity and a lot of effort, and as an added bonus he could take Sam there on the day by telling him they were going to film a video, and you know actually film a video exploring on another day...
As the date grew near, Y/N and Colby worked tirelessly to decorate the warehouse. They enlisted the help of their closest friends, channeling their high levels of creativity to bring their vision to life. The space was filled with twinkling fairy lights, vibrant balloons, and personalized banners to celebrate Sam's journey through life.
On the day of the party, Y/N's anticipation and excitement reached new heights. She eagerly awaited Sam's arrival, hiding behind a towering stack of gift-wrapped presents. After all, the man had recently run a marathon and was probably still tired and sore. As Sam walked through the door with Colby, the room erupted in a chorus of surprised cheers, and Y/N emerged from behind the presents, grinning from ear to ear.
Sam stood there, stunned and overwhelmed, taking in the sight before him. The juxtaposition of the abandoned warehouse and the beautifully transformed space left him speechless. As the party went on, friends and family surrounded Sam, sharing heartfelt stories from the memory jar and dancing the night away.
Y/N knew that her surprise had been a success, but the real gift was the genuine happiness radiating from Sam's face. Seeing him so joyous filled her heart with warmth and contentment.
The night soon turned into dawn, and as the last guest bid their farewells, Y/N and Sam found themselves alone in the now quiet warehouse. In that moment, the love and gratitude they had for each other felt almost tangible.
As Y/N and Sam reflected on the past 19 years of their friendship and the last three months of their romantic journey, they realized how profoundly they had impacted each other's lives. Y/N's love and dedication, along with Colby's unwavering support, had brought them all together on this memorable night.
From that birthday party onward, Y/N, Sam, and Colby would have a new set of shared memories to cherish. Bonds of friendship and love were strengthened, ensuring that their journey would continue to be filled with adventure, surprises, and the magic of friendship that transcended time.
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cozyjae · 1 year
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traveling with nct dream 🏝️
(a/n: obviously these r not 100% accurate and i haven’t been everywhere on this list lol and these r just a very romanticized ideas. i just thought it would be cute to write about how each of them would vacation differently.)
going to la with mark... sleeping on your shoulder during the flight, matching oversized hoodies and masks, your morning entails a lot of google maps and getting lost for around 30 minutes, wandering around the same streets laughing and counting how many times you pass the same mural, mark stops to buy overpriced ice cream from a street vender insisting he’s making up for typing the wrong address into the gps app, you walk almost all day site seeing and taking photos, laughing so much your stomach hurts, being exhausted by the time you get back to the hotel, taking a quiet shower together before eating too much room service in plush robes, movie marathon on his laptop in bed because you’re both jet lagged, you fall asleep eventually with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, listening to his steady breathing.
going to sydeny with renjun... he’s very organized and has done a lot of research and planning beforehand, has about 30 tabs open in his phone and a shared google doc with intense plans, will twirl around in happiness once you finally check into your room, flopping down onto your bed, arguing about who gets to eat the fancy chocolate on the bed, both like feeling like an adult, laughs with and at you, does rock paper scissors for who has to handle all of the public interactions, wants to go to hidden cool places and not all the popular tourist attractions, you take a ferry and he not so subtly sketches you while you watch the scenery.
going to montreal with jeno… always wearing his glasses, is always smiley, entertained by whatever you’re entertained by, loves seeing you excited, it’s relaxing just to be there with him, he’s always warm and cuddly, walking around town with the overwhelming urge to go back to your hotel room and chill, get take out because you’re both introverted af, a very responsible excited puppy, wants to see everything, taste test a lot of gummies, sweet kisses, ‘just a few more minutes in bed’ famous last words before you spend another hour rolling around in bed, his sister sends you both cat babysitting updates, drags you to the hotel gym, makeout in the hotel pool, likes taking pictures of you, gets really into the art museum there, over packs hand warmers and scarves because he doesn’t want you to be cold.
going to amsterdam with donghyuck...going to the van gogh museum, buying a lot of sunflower painting souvenirs because they remind you of him, a lot of coffee shops, staying up all night then drinking copious amounts of coffee in the morning, complains to you about walking everywhere but will also complain that you’re walking too slow, shares his drinks with you, walking in the morning with sunglasses on slightly hungover, mimosas at brunch, staying in bed until the afternoon, feeling like you probably need a supervisor, jisung facetimes you both attempting to be said supervisor, go clubbing and then end up back at the hotel a few hours later doing face masks together.
going to miami with jaemin... being tired and jet lagged together in the hotel before dragging yourselves out at night to find something to eat, laughing and mumbling things to each other while trying to navigate around the city, shoulders bumping each other, he takes so many pictures of you that it looks like your solo vacation, his finger thumbs over your cheek, a lot of pda, buys you matching cheesy couple tourist items, matching i love miami t shirts and keychains, beach days with sun kissed skin, insisting he lathers sunscreen on you, he definitely looks like a cliche tourist, could whip out a fanny pack at any second and will somehow make it look good.
going to shanghai with chenle... takes you to a theme park and begs you to ride all the extreme, slightly insane rollercoasters, buys those photos that are taken during the ride to make fun of you and to put in his wallet , making you his favorite ramen, introducing you proudly to his family, taking you to his all of his favorite places growing up, you end up playing around in a park like you’re kids, laughing loudly in public, tugging your hand along because you’re walking too slow for him, always ready to go somewhere, babysitting his nephew, now has decided he wants a child, agrees to wait a few years after he plays video games for five hours straight that afternoon.
going to jeju with jisung...tucking flowers shyly behind your ear, not wearing enough sun screen and then scolding him, bare feet running in the hot sand, playing and splashing around in the water like kids, the wind making your hair go wild as he laughs at you but then insists on fixing it, gets easily embarrassed in front of you, your first vacation together, your first time sharing the bed, he’s always shy, the dreamie groupchat texts you for updates, the dreamies also place bets on how long it will take for him to kiss you (only until the first night btw), hand holding at night, cuddles and fuzzy socks.
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qoeww · 2 years
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Hello! Hope I'm not bothering you with anything but.
But can I request a Hc of the turtle brothers with a Dragon Mutant s/o who is actually their biological Mom.
Like one of brother's broke their weapon and asked splinter how to fix it and he just casually says "Your mother might know" and just walks away causing the brother's to be shock to have a mom, oh and when the turtles immediately try and look for their Mom they think she's a sweet old Mama turtle but she's actually a noble Dragon mutant living in hidden city who owns a mystic arts dojo.
Again I hope I'm not bothering you with this request and I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon.
TURTLE BROS WITH DRAGON MOM
Warning: Nothing
Character: Turtle Bros
Author: Hello anon, I am deeply sorry I wrote so late. I just slept while writing and boom Tumblr didn't save it (slayy... No not slayy-) so sorry I hope you like it <3
Brothers always had no problem following the rules
Like except this time and other 741 times
Everybody can make mistakes chill
They touched something that they shouldn't have and now the ground was full of shards
"Dad not gonna notice it, relax guys." But you could hear his voice was shaking
"Yes, he will. 91 percent of the time he noticed things he shouldn't have noticed."
"But we still have 9 percent huh?"
"Ok, ok we need a plan. We shouldn't make dad noti-"
"DAD I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!"
"MIKEY!"
Raph quickly shuts Mikey's mouth
"Oh hey dad, Mikey was gonna tell... Uh-"
"Move on big one, I can't watch my favorite ad."
"Oh ok..?"
Leo steps forward, leans to Splinter
"Well, dad how can we fix something... Holy? Yeah, I guess kinda holy."
"Yeah and definitely we didn't do anything."
Raph hits Donnie's back of the head
"Auch- I didn't even say anything!"
Well, Splinter had enough, his boys don't let him watch ad marathon
So he just throws them to their mother
"Mom? You mean Big Mama?"
"No other one."
Other one. OTHER ONE?!
Everybody is screaming in chaos
Splinter writes your address and kicks them from home
Yeah, 9 percent chance happened and Splinter didn't notice anything
While they are walking to your home, bros trying to imagine how you look like
"She definitely looks like us! Maybe she knows how to make pizza too, April's mom knows it."
"Yeah, maybe she is an old lady like... This tall?"
"Or maybe she left us without saying anything."
Leo notices the mood of the conversation getting cold, so he just searches for something to break this mood
"Look guys! We are here!"
"Ok, who is gonna 'nock the door?"
"I vote for Raph."
"Me too."
"Me too."
"Damn it. I knew it." He starts smelling bad because of stress and doesn't want to meet his own mother smelling like a seafood
Raph tries to knock on the door but wow hah- he is so anxious so he literally punches it to the floor
"Wow, how strong man you are."
DRAGON?
RAPH
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Ok, first of all he forgets how he embarrassed after seeing his own mom
At first he can't talk, he wants to but brain is refusing
He tries to explain who are them
Even if his brothers keep interrupting
He hugs you slowly, doesn't know where to put his hands
After some time he gets comfortable with you and comes to your place so often
Drinking tea after some lessons is his favorite way to spend time with you
Like he is angry at his brothers or he just wanna see you, he comes to drink tea
Sometimes he just sits and starts venting about how disappointment as a leader
You are here to rub his shell and tell it it's not the truth
Btw you are his new role model fighter
He is willing to take lessons after meeting you
He likes your hugs, he knows you are not like his family with no soft skin. So he can hug you how much he wants
This boy just loves his new mom
LEO
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This guy is shaking because of excitement
He is the one who interrupts Raph the most among them
He is trying to act cool, and wanna show how he looks good to his mom
But he gets emotional very quickly
He'll push all your brothers and sit next to you
And tell you all the things you don't even need to know
After getting a real mom-son relationship he will talk about his feelings to you more than anyone
Because sometimes brothers and dad aren't the best choices to talk about "boring" things
Now it is time to show his favorite movie series to his mom
Well, the show causes blood spurting from your eye but after seeing how Leo is happy because he can share his interest with his parent, you decide not to talk
He will act like a child going to daycare and doesn't want to leave her mother
"Ok, ok you can go first. I have very very very serious things to talk about with mom. Not you Donnie."
And you two play UNO
DONNIE
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He doesn't know what to feel
Like he is angry and happy at the same time
He just doesn't wanna hug you until why you didn't show up
His heart is broken like you were just sitting dojo for years and not searching for them
He didn't even know he had a mother
Well after learning your logical reason, he slowly starts talking about everything
You earned his trust and love
He just wanna show and make you understand how perfect he is
But after telling how cool he is, his eyes get wet
Well, at home nobody says something like that because they are used to it
"DID YOU HEAR THAT MICHEAL?"
After your praise he starts working more
He's not someone who likes physical affection anyway, but he really needs time to hug you.
Donnie likes when you watch him while working, yes it is kinda stressing but he feels proud
You come to his room and give him a fruit plate while he is working new invention
"Mom, I can't eat while working."
"No."
MIKEY
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THİS İS SO SWEET
You look so sweet, he runs to you and hugs you
You didn't even remember him, who is that child??
But after remembering who were, your heart is quickly warming up to Mikey
He will not ask why you didn't show up, this is not the right time to ask
He will spend now the time he couldn't spend in other years
You two gonna hold hands and wander through all the side streets of the hidden city
Mikey gonna draw you so much, that you can hear the sound of his pencil rubbing against the paper next to you while meditating
The next day he sees his picture framed on the wall
His mother is so lovely and cool, why dad didn't talk about her?
Maybe you broke up not very friendly
He will here to fix that
FAMILY DINNER TIME!
Even Draxum is here
I hope that night ends well 🙏
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zonepastrrii · 1 year
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Do You have dating headcanon from they turtles? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
Of course I do
LEO
He's always trying to impress you with his skateboarding tricks. "Heyy! S/O! Watch this!" He tries, and he almost succeeds. Almost. He fails.
Every Friday you two have a Lou Jistu movie marathons. EVERY FRIDAY. Nothing can stop him from having them with you. Wether it be the flu or a tsunami, he'll try.
Always making portaling things for you. (Is that a word? Portaling?) If you forget something. Portal! Need something from across the kitchen? Portal! Can't reach? Portal!
He is very protective of you. Very. If you guys are in the hidden city, he's got a hand around your shoulder or waist, keeping you close to him. You secretly love the affection. You have to. YOU HAVE TO-
His petnames for you are Sweetie, Baby, Love, Darling, or a short version of your name
RAPH
Always showing off his strength, picking you up and putting you on his shoulders (please make sure the spikes don’t go up your ass. I’m not joking.)
Also very protective. If you guys are in a crowded area (hidden city) he's picking you up and putting you on his shoulders.
your personal bodyguard.
loves doing things that you enjoy, it makes him ecstatic to see you happy.
TEDDY BEAR SHOPPING! NO EXCUSES! TEDDY BEAR SHOPPING
Looking at the stars ❤️
His petnames for you are Honey, Sweetie, Sugar, or Love
DONNIE
Loves making little trinkets for you.
taking care of SHELDON?!?! Your a SHELDON mom™ now.
Please if you can, make him a purple satin jacket. He'll stay with you forever.
Other people might not like it, but I totally see him before tech, obsessing over dinosaurs. He has little Dino figures in his lab he loves to play with whenever he doesn’t have anything to do.
He loves to watch you try and help him. He'll ask for a certain tool and you give him the wrong one. (sometimes you do it on purpose and it gets on his nerves so much)
Adds cool extensions to your phone.
He passes away when he sees that you’ve fallen asleep in his lab chair. Like, he sits there?! That's basically his throne?!
Rarely does he ever lend you his jacket. But if your lucky enough, he will.
His Petnames for you are Darling, Sweetheart, Honey, or Dove
MIKEY
ARTS AND CRAFTS!!!
Every arts and crafts session lasts 3 hours, they’re supposed to last one hour but you two get carried away-
A 5 hour playlist dedicated to you.
He also loves making things for you, little bracelets, paintings, whatever he thinks you'll like
You have multiple figurines and paintings on one side your bedroom that are all his. You call it Mikey's Wall of Wonders™
You participate in his pranks wether you like it or not. You can deny it, but you'll always find yourself getting yelled at with Mikey.
You make fun of half-assed horror movies together. (You always have to watch cartoons after though)
His Petnames for you are Sugarbear (don’t question it), Baby, Sweets/Sweetie, Love, or Honey
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cutielights · 1 month
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Cozy night with Leo
(Romance implied)
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Oh we getting snuggly up in here folks, I’m talking max comfy, operation snuggle galore, this isn’t cuddles, this is serious business. Yes, he is turning all the fairy lights on, thanks for asking.
You had been hanging out all day, hidden city shenanigans and all that, it was really fun! Just… maybe don’t tell Raph what you did, so he can live a stress free life (mostly.)
Cozy blankets are a must. ESPECIALLY in winter. This cold blooded boy cannot take it. Pray he’s prepared, or your ears may never know peace in this life ever again.
“Y’know, I heard cuddles help.”
“Smooth.”
“I know right.”
“Sarcasm.”
“Oh.”
Jupiter Jim marathons are an inescapable fate that you have endured many a time, at least the theme song slaps.
“We’re watching my thing after this.”
“What why?”
“whatdoyouMEAN ‘wHy’?”
“Ugh fiineeee. But only after the holiday specials.”
Raid Donnie’s vending machine. He has one. He wont admit to it, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N will… as long as you share the spoils of course.
I can imagine you guys staying up all night without realising- pack up quickly before a red coded ninja gets up to train at six am
Too late. Sorry about the mess Raph.
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raainy-daze · 1 year
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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles . . .
•°. *࿐ multi.
- the longest movie marathon (platonic / gn!reader)
- turtles with corvid s/o (requested / mutant!gn!reader)
- disaster twins with magical girl crush (requested / fem!magicalgirl!reader)
•°. *࿐ leonardo.
- physical affection (requested / gn!reader)
- what happens in the hidden city (requested / strong!fem!reader)
- your best story (halloween special / gn!reader)
- painted shells (requested / male!reader)
- pop cds (requested / gn!adhd!reader)
•°. *࿐ raphael.
- gotta get creative (halloween special / gn!reader)
•°. *࿐ donatello.
- halloween festivity (halloween special / gn!reader)
- you survived! now have emotions (requested / gn!reader)
- s/o with anxiety tics (requested / gn!reader)
- operation feel-welcome (requested / male!reader)
•°. *࿐ michelangelo.
- the problem with pumpkins and sewers (halloween special / gn!reader)
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teenage mutant ninja turtles [2012] . . .
•°. *࿐ leonardo.
- halloween movies (halloween special / gn!reader)
- ftm!leo hcs (requested / male!reader)
•°. *࿐ raphael.
- hidden in plain sight (halloween special / gn!reader)
•°. *࿐ donatello.
- when the door swings shut (halloween special / gn!reader)
•°. *࿐ michelangelo.
- sweet tooth (halloween special / gn!reader)
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Leonardo General Dating Headcanons
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Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None (as far as I know)
Clingiest motherfucker here.
Once you guys start dating, he has at least one of his limbs somewhere on your body.
Head on your shoulder, arm around your waist, legs entertwined; name it, he probably did it.
He likes using petnames, and while he likes to switch it up, he has the main 3 that he cycles through.
"Hey, hey baby! Hey! Over here!"- A classic. Used the most out of the three, and the one that he just uses casually.
"I love you so much, mi media naranja." Means my other half or my soulmate in Spanish. Leo uses this during really sweet, sentimental, or important moments. He's a romantic at heart.
"Uh, heyyyy bubs. Pleasure to see you here." Leo only using bubs if he's trying to keep a secret from you, be very alert. This 'secret' can range from "I'm trying to distract you while my brothers set up your surprise party" or "I'm struggling and don't want to ask for help."
Speaking of which! He would absolutely plan you surprise birthday parties. After a few years of him doing this, you caught on to the pattern, but you still act surprised because the look of pure joy and pride on his face it just too cute.
Took you to the Hidden City on your first date. He wanted to wow you! Make a good first impression!
And he did...until you guys ran into Big Mama and had to run away if you wanted to keep your head!
You guys just stuck to Lou Jitsu marathons and going out to dinner for a few months.
Raph told you about how Leo got them trapped in a death maze that one time.
So, the next time you guys hung out, you told him, "You know you're my champion, right?"
Burst into tears. On the spot. Couldn't stop smiling for a week.
The type of boyfriend to go "This shot's for you, babe!" and proceed to miss the shot by a mile.
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afreakingdork · 2 months
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Weak Spot - Chapter 56
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
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It's all about perspective in this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake
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, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay
Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! 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?
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First 💜 Previous
Donnie was brooding. About what, you weren’t sure, but he was lost in thought. The kind that pinched up his face, he appeared compliant if you asked, but was clearly dodgy if you tried to figure out why. Asking for additional time with each question on his well being, it made you feel a sort of hopelessness. He was clearly feeling guilty about something out of his control. He did his best to make it up to you where he could, but there was something vexing him deeply.
For the time of year, you acknowledged the two special occasions coming up. One for hearts and the other of sentimentality, it wasn’t like Donnie to think so openly. You doubted he’d sulk over planning anything as important as your anniversary, which meant something else was bothering him.
It had gone on for nearly a week and not once had you gotten used to it. Instead, it was like an ever present weight in your heart each time you saw him thinking over his cause. You found him more often as of late, when you got home from work, still listlessly sitting at his desk. He’d been obviously ruminating and the way his monitors had timed out said how long he’d been at it. You played the dutiful partner and only pressed for hugging reassurances that you would always be there, whenever he was ready.
That day just so happened to be today.
“I… need to go to the Hidden City.”
He’d spoken suddenly after making you both warm drinks and offering one to you.
You had been reaching out to take yours and felt your hands hang there. “Is that…?”
“My status remains ‘wanted’.”
“Do… you need to go back into hiding?”
The cup offered in his hand lowered. “No.”
“I’m guessing the others haven’t broken their promise since you haven’t gone to maim them.”
“The rat’s word still stands.”
“Is something wrong?” You hesitated on the topic you were bordering on.
“I didn’t mean to make you guess.” He renewed his effort to give you your drink.
This time you got proper hold of it. “I’m not going to force you.”
“I’m…” He held out with distress painting him until he exhaled a modicum of it away. “I’m going to withdraw my holdings there.”
Your eyes shot wide. “Wait…”
“I know.” He gestured that he would sit.
You scooted backward into your spot on the couch so he could take his.
“I’ve been… debating. Pros and cons. Gut reactions. Integrated decision maps. I’ve run analysis. I’ve dusted off age-old algorithms. I’ve-!” He caught on more and sank down to stare into his mug. “Recently, you’ve allowed me to dabble further in my old habits and it has… summoned… interesting feelings.”
You folded yourself up close to translate you’d listen for as long as need be and sipped the liquid. Something new, you glanced down at it and found it in line with your tastes.
“I… enjoy my work, but I wonder if I prefer it because it is familiar or if it actually brings me joy.”
“You seemed like you were having fun watching Hypno and Warren destroy the place.”
He smiled a little and took the tiniest sip. “True, but… they made up.”
You nodded, letting the drink warm your body. “You were hoping otherwise.”
“I saw their qualms as advantageous. With Warren out of the way, I could extract more product from Hypno, but… to what end? Why? Why… do I… do this? Why…?”
You waited with curling fingers around hot ceramic.
“My holdings here make more than enough money. I live comfortably. I have what I need. My freedom, my… you. That comment Warren made…”
He’d made many; you took a sip.
“Is that our future?”
“No.” You broke in. “Warren’s an idiot and a jerk.”
He looked right through you. “Are you doomed to be my accomplice? Will you allow me to break and pillage and ruin while looking the other way because you care?”
“Donnie…”
“And the aftermath!” Something about the way he looked at his mug made you think he might pour it over his head. “To keep you separate is to keep you at bay. Allowing you close endangers you. I cannot undo what I’ve done. That is my life!”
You set your mug aside and crossed the space to hold his forearm.
The liquid in his cup vibrated outward.
“Hey.”
This time he saw you. “I don’t want that for you. For us. For our kids.” He gasped on the admittance and choked looking away. “I like it. I do. I enjoy it. I know it. I’m good at it, but-!”
You took his drink and set it aside.
“Do I do all those things because it’s all I know? Like that fucking worm… Like… a wheel. I’m trapped on a wheel and I was supposed to live. How long have I been stuck-!?” He wheezed.
You rose to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He held you and sank against your form. “I’ve been trying to parse it out, but I no longer know what’s real.”
You squeezed harder and he reached up to claw into your shirt.
“I’m scared.” He admitted with a heave and you felt the droplets seep into your clothes.
You held tight.
He’d never once admitted that.
Even after you’d been kidnapped, he never used those words.
He pulled you into his lap and buried himself down into the safety of you with only the plip plop of his running tears as a signal he was still present.
You refused to let go.
“I can only think to try.” His voice became shredded, warped and raw. “Start with the smallest, most superfluous holding in my portfolio and shut it. Tend the power vacuum and see how I feel. Will I experience loss? Will I care? Will I even notice?”
You stroked his carapace.
“I need to find out. I need to be sure before I do anything else. Before my declaration. Before I marry you. Before we move even a single step further forward. For me, for you.”
“You first.” Your own voice had a broken quality.
“Me first.” He agreed.
“I-” He teetered.
You found his chin and lifted him to eye level. “Not until you’re sure.”
He smiled through a shallow weep and touched the tip of his beak to your nose.
-
Compared to any other version of Donnie’s planning stages, this was something else entirely. He was under his own microscope and you could tell every move was one carefully scrutinized. It left him operating slowly and deliberately. He was hyper aware of each action and reaction to the point where you were sure something was penning down his existence with millisecond timestamps. He existed only as a written caricature, something without freewill that was only allowed to work within a script.
It was hard to watch.
A journey of self-discovery, he had to go about it alone.
You didn’t even know how to help even if you were allowed.
He was in a liminal space where the not knowing shredded him further. He held himself in such high regard and you had seen, first hand, what unknowns did to him. A whole spectrum of reactions, he’d gone the distance and yet still resided at a mysterious point. You were the sure thing in his life while everything else he’d known fell apart. You knew your part was played, something of a shepherd leading a weary traveler. You’d met while he was already on his journey, following a trail toward a life that was truly his own and he’d appeared on your field. There you had walked beside him to your boundary line and this marked the point where he would have to continue his quest alone.
You never left the fence.
You stared after his form no matter how tiny it got on the horizon.
The fact his path deviated was a far greater choice than any he’d ever been presented with. It was one, in fact, that he had thought was fully removed from him. Damned from an early age, he saw one trajectory of his life possible until that road lost pavement and turned to rubble. Soles cut and rotted flesh from neglect, he’d meant to die of his malady, but carrying on had widened his course.
Only he never looked up.
He stared down at the slog of his feet. 
You’d been there when his lids had first cracked and the full sight of his existence was one wider than he could comprehend.
He tried to force it, but it blinded him.
He couldn’t have it all.
A crossroads represented not only his choice in the matter, but that there was a greater existence possible for him.
The layered options overwhelmed him and their potency stripped him of his sense of self.
A vessel repaired, he stumbled forward not knowing which direction would be one that got him to his goals.
He’d wanted peace to work.
He acquired it.
He’d opened himself to love.
It was his.
He sought pleasure, big and small.
They were within his grasp, often and always.
What was left?
He didn’t so much lay out his business structure as he pinpointed what needed to be done. A dark that was meant to keep you safe, he gave you an itinerary. He would leave for the Hidden City on Monday and had projected a week to take care of letting this one business go. It meant laying low and moving under guise so as not to alert the authorities or competitors of his existence there. Somewhere he was wholly unallowed, he still had significant reach in that no one threatened his work even when he couldn’t be present.
That speaking largely to what he’d wanted and achieved, you had a certain awe for your mate.
He was an unstoppable force and though you knew he wasn’t unbreakable, it helped your faith in that he would make it through this.
He’d reach the other side.
He’d get his answer.
He’d return to your field, take your hand, and carry on with you in tow.
Until then, he would approach his business partners and contacts for this particular field and walk them through new procedures. Not expressively telling them he was removing himself, they would instead be under a child-like guise. One where you tell one parent the other said this and the other guardian the opposite, both parties would think responsibility was covered and they’d be none the wiser until they spoke.
Donnie estimated that they wouldn’t realize for at least a month and by that time the new system would be a stabilized one where they would simply accept he wouldn’t need them.
Their big mouths were the only thing left to chance. In the underworld, information reigned as the most important asset. Without that there was nothing to gain. You made no money without knowing its source. You held no power without holding something coveted. You were nothing to fear if you had no back up. The best case scenario were these contacts grew slovenly in their new positions and didn’t pipe up to ruin a good thing when the tyrant Donatello handed you gold on a silver platter.
It was the easiest of the sins while the others dictated the worst roads that could be taken.
Pride and bragging of having supposedly pulled one over.
Gluttony in thinking they could grab more.
Wrath that they were tricked.
Envy of one another and a vie to take full control.
Lust to use their growth as one alluring to conscript more onto their sides.
Greed in selling his weakness out.
Time would tell and Donnie was going to also strengthen certain protective holdings, as he called them, so as the filth would stay in the rotten city he despised.
You believed in him because he believed in you.
One week.
Seven days.
Technically 8 because he was due to arrive back first thing Monday morning.
You turned to your own plans.
You already knew you would need to keep busy. With Donnie out and wearing himself down both in a place that wanted his extermination along with all the danger the job itself entailed, you were ready to be a wreck. Communication wasn’t off the table this time, but it was a dodgy thing. He himself had been the one to wire the Hidden City for surface communication, but only so many Yokai cared to adapt. Usually only the ones that crossed the barrier wanted it, so connection points were relatively scarce and more often than not he wouldn't have service.
He promised you he would try to at least check-in once a day.
That would come in a variety of forms depending on his state, but even that wouldn’t be a guarantee or alarm.
You had to trust him to come back to you.
You did.
He didn’t pack and he bid you farewell clad in one of his convertible villain pieces. Dark layers that concealed both a litany of weapons and armor, there was little to hug that was actually him. You settled for what you could which ended up being slung high around his head and he had kissed you in stages.
Desperation.
Longing.
Love.
The last lingered with promise which he trailed to your ear to whisper not reassurances, but his affections. Everything save the titular confession, you held him in to press foreheads and noses before releasing him. He committed you to memory, brought his scarf up to hide himself, thought enough to lower it so you could see his parting smile, and left.
You were alone.
You had work.
You had also gotten ready for it too soon.
It meant you had little to do and ended up at first pacing the apartment. Looking for even the tiniest spot to maybe put something neglected away, you found little. Your deep cleaning had been done not too long ago. The most you found was one errant piece of mail that only needed to be moved from the kitchen counter to a sorting bin on Donnie’s desk and you were left with nothing more to do. You decided to text Shelly. When you had made your plans with him for tonight, you’d realized all too quickly that you’d only ever reached out to him via your tech gauntlet. You’d felt infuriated having had to ask Donnie for his number, but when you texted to automaton the revelation, he only chuckled and said it hadn’t occurred to him either. 
You: You up?
Shelly: File that under the ways to start a booty call
You: Why do you choose violence at all hours?
Shelly: I take after my papa
You:  Alright, I see how it is
Shelly: ☹️
You: Just checking in about tonight
Shelly: Ah dad just left I see
You: Please!
Shelly: You only ever text me when you’re lonely 😭
You: I do not! Since I got your number I’ve been sending you all kinds of stuff
Shelly: …
You: ?
Shelly: I GUESS!
You: Gotcha
Shelly: But yeah we’re still good. Want me to sleep over?
You paused and stared down at your phone.
You: That’s sad
You: Sleepover with your mom just cause dad’s on vacation?
You: Makes me sound like some elderly person who’s been with their spouse for like 30 years and is going to die of heartbreak
Shelly: Cause he died and left you all alone with the farm house!
You: Hey!
You: NO
You: SHELLY
Shelly: FUCK
Shelly: I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT
Shelly: WAIT STOP GO BACK
You: YOU GO BACK WTF
You: YOU SAID IT!
The next message you got was a video of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. making a rectangle with his hands before one of the mechanical arms of his came into frame and sliced the box in half.
You: what was that?
Shelly: It wards off bad luck!
You: It better!
Shelly: Sleepover to make up for it? 😀
You: Spoiled brat
A digital sticker appeared of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. snickering and it distracted you all the way to work as you found out he had an entire set of emotes based on himself. Working in tandem with shotty service on public transit, you got the pack uploaded to your phone.
Work took over next. There was a busy enough load of things to do and they were just interesting enough to be distracting. Your ex-roommate Coral checked in around lunch under the guise of making fun of you and you ended up talking to her on speaker perched somewhere outside while you ate. It was a bit too cold for it, but the conversation kept you warm.
The afternoon tumbled away and eventually you were on your way home. Shooting a message to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that you were inbound, you found a shadow figure exuding way too much energy standing right outside your apartment.
“Someone’s going to call the cops on you.” You folded your arms behind him.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned with a bright glowing smile. “They already did! Mrs. Kaczmarek!”
“Of course it’d be her…” You wilted before something buoyed you concurrently. “You didn’t talk to her did you!?”
“Nah.” He pointed up the building. “She was staring at me through the blinds so I waved.”
You caught his arm through the sleeve of his big jacket. “She cannot see you go into my apartment!”
“Why?” He tilted his head with genuine curiosity.
“She thinks me and Donnie are living in sin! I don’t know what she’ll do with the whole kid thing!”
He snorted. “I’m gonna introduce myself.”
“No! Didn’t you hear me!?” You meant to tug him, but he scooped you up like the bag he had under his other arm.
Hanging your limbs in indignity, you glowered at him as he merrily skipped up the steps with loud percussive metal thumps. “Let’s spin it! Donnie is a single father widower!”
“I can walk!”
“This is more fun!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sang as he ascended the steps two at a time. “Okay anyway, so he had me way too young and it was all a mix up and omigosh what if you guys were high school sweethearts and you had a tryst, but then my fake mom passed me off as yours and also you were conscripted into the mafia and then it’s enemies to lovers!”
“What have you been watching?!” He set you down when you reached your apartment’s floor.
“Telenovelas. Wait, why?” He paused to think.
You yanked the bag out of his hand in a fit of retaliation but immediately wilted under his weight. “Holy shit!”
“Ah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shouted more for sympathy and caught both you and the bag.
“What is this!?” You stared up at him.
“My pajamas.” He checked you over.
“Pajamas?” You unfolded the top and screeched as S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s lifeless head appeared as the contents.
A metal hand clamped over your mouth. “Okay, I’m gonna own that it’s been pretty funny keeping your heart rate up, but the bag thing wasn’t meant to be part of the joke!”
You hummed ‘what do you mean?’ as loud as you could against his paw.
“It’s just my drone body. I was going to switch to it so I can fit in bed with you. I’m pretty sure I exceed the weight limit like three times over in this body.” He let go slowly. “Pajamas? Get it?”
You pinched his hat and yanked him down to eye level. “Punishment! No scary movies!”
“Mom!!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. whined loud and long.
“Mom?” Mrs. Kaczmarek’s distinct voice came from down the hall.
“Fuck.” Your eyes widened and you didn’t have to look to know she was headed your way.
“Language!” Mrs. Kaczmarek huffed and you heard her shuffling footsteps.
“Mafia?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s brows wiggled digitally.
You glared mania right into his eyes. “Big brother program and you’re weird. That’s final.”
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. clucked happily as the old woman cornered you.
-
After S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had dragged you out early for breakfast the next day, you bid him farewell on your way to work. He had a multi-day tournament that would be keeping him busy the next few days and Coral was next on your docket. Another working grind smoothed out the edges of your sanity and you ended up meeting her for an impromptu dinner. On her dime, you were relentlessly teased for being codependent which then rolled over into how badly you’d fail at long distance. You did your best to defend yourself, but when you got a ping from Donnie, the speed at which you’d scrambled to your phone only confirmed all her points.
You didn’t even care to defend yourself as the single purple heart in your message chain was one that sent your spirits sky high.
It inadvertently ruined her fun in the process and you were invited back to her place for drinks.
Now onto more genial conversation, you’d entered your old apartment to find your nervous friend Nelson, bent over the oven with the frilliest apron you had ever seen covering his torso.
He lifted up with a tray of cookies and, as you both roasted him, he defended himself saying form didn’t matter as much as utility.
Still cackling, the conversation shifted to a light hearted one as Nelson continued to bake for a donation sale.
Instead of stumbling home, you crashed in Coral’s bed and she kicked you out bright and early as if she hadn’t been there as your rock for the last 12 hours.
Doing a walk of shame that felt particularly comical since it no longer cracked the top ten of your worsts since meeting Donnie, you felt the first bout of truly missing your boyfriend. Something about walking the streets alone and knowing he wasn’t there or home waiting for you stung. Your shower at your apartment was a sullen one and the trip to work moved at an achingly slow pace.
You: Hey
You: Not sure when you’ll get this
You: Looks like the messages are going through though so that’s good
You: I did not want to relive those stupid red errors
You: I just wanted to say I miss you
You: Hang in there and best of luck ❤️
Staring long at the message chain even when no read receipt came, you pocketed your device as you went to work. A clock in and clock out sort of day, you’d had lunch with your gossipy coworker who you felt like you hadn’t seen in ages. He was the same as always and had many dishes to serve up. Trying to focus on consuming what he offered, who’d been kicked from the #random slack sat in your head like an ear worm until the end of the day where tonight marked the resurrection of game night. One where you only knew your chill friend Kaleb, as the host, and his board game obsessed friend, D-Kline, the rest of the attendants were new to you and you hoped keeping up with the crowd would offer a better distraction.
The night had been one of hotly debated conspiracy theories which went well with the game where you had to oust the player who was a secret villain.
The imagery was thankfully one that only nipped at your heels.
Home came especially dark when you clicked on the light and the lived in feel of the space was one that felt synthetic.
Another sleep would fast track you to Thursday which led to Friday. Both days you’d been unable to fill, you’d be on your own and, for that fact alone, you didn’t want to go to bed. You ended up staying up until the wee hours of the morning scrolling and feeling worse for it mentally and physically. It made the next day an absolute slog and a part of you enjoyed the suffering.
It was hard to think about being lonely when your head was pounding relentlessly.
Getting home came with crashing on the couch and waking sometime late. A devastating blow to your sleep schedule, you ate something microwaved for dinner. Consuming it standing in a dark kitchen, you checked your phone as almost an afterthought to find yesterday and today’s messages from Donnie.
Donnie 💜: As busy as I am, I also have time on my hands. It gives me the space necessary to consider what I must. Though manufactured for such purpose, I care little for it. Introspection is not something I’ve ever had the luxury to entertain and going about it alone has been trying.
Donnie 💜: I want to know I am doing this for the right reasons and I can’t help but think of you when I attempt to consider what those are.
Donnie 💜: I miss our bed.
Donnie 💜: I miss your scent.
Donnie 💜: Your smile.
Donnie 💜: My chest aches.
Donnie 💜: I should have taken more photographs.
And.
Donnie 💜: You have not responded and I hope that is because you are busy.
Donnie 💜: Take care of yourself.
You stared long at his messages until you felt weepy.
Squeezing your lids shut in an attempt to turn off the main for waterworks, you typed out a lengthy explanation of all the things you had been doing to keep busy. Veritable walls of text, you hoped that would give him some distracting material so he wouldn’t have to suffer completely alone with his thoughts.
You knew that curse all too well.
You punctuated the whole thing off with something short and liminal.
You: I’ll dream of you tonight, meet me there
You lowered your phone and felt exhausted at the prospect of having to prepare for bed when a little vibration in your hand caught your attention.
Donnie 💜: I will try as hard as I can.
With your phone crushed to your chest you drowned in your love for him.
Washing up, changing, and getting into bed, you lay in the middle with your body turned toward his side. There you conjured a ghost of him, the one you knew long and well. You willed him to your subconscious. Transferring residuals of his essence that must have been left behind, you focused all your thought on bringing his memory with you to the dreaming world.
You woke after a night of empty sleep.
It stung.
With little will, you prepared for the day which felt like sand falling through your fingers. All too fine for you to hold, it trickled between meetings and calls. Through the cracks of your mailbox and debris in the bottom of your water bottle, you refilled it only to disrupt the silt. It manifested tiny pebbles in your shoe that no amount of shaking could rid. It made seats in public transit craggy ones and as you entered your apartment you dropped to the floor with dramatics at the thought of having to repeat that process.
You fell asleep on the couch with a movie blaring all night.
The next morning, Friday, you barely made it through your routine and had started to berate yourself for your theatrics. The voice grew louder as you exited the apartment and you saw, but didn’t respond to a few messages from friends. Donnie’s daily message had been lost to yesterday’s sieve and you soured further. Your aura read one to keep away and that only exaggerated your loneliness.
You ate alone.
You worked alone.
You went home alone.
You were done.
Done with work and done with distractions, you fell into self loathing.
Five days?
There were people who lost their loved ones for lifetimes.
They carried on.
You felt pathetic and small.
A fury misplaced, you couldn’t send it to your partner because he was trying to maneuver something monumental.
That left you the punching bag and with it came takeout.
Far too much and way too expensive, you ate pure grease and turned on trash TV. Soon yelling at those pandering, you fell asleep sitting up and buried amongst blankets and Styrofoam.
When you woke up with a start the next day, it came with wiping fingers and leaving greasy marks on your shirt.
You forewent cleanliness in an attempt to wallow.
A crawling sensation of oil coating you inside and out, your phone was your magical friend that could bring more food without you having to move much.
Counting 23 steps from your spot on the couch to the door, you lapped that on the return trip to devolution with TV and a dripping to-go boxes.
Your frame of mind shifted with your meal.
You would have this.
You would let yourself mourn that which wasn’t even gone.
Why fight it?
You were allowed to be sad your boyfriend had left.
You weren’t supposed to trust your thoughts and feelings from late at night.
Everything was a process.
When was the last time you’d become a vegetable?
The terribly named cheat days were supposed to be a thing.
They kept you even and sane.
There was nothing wrong with indulgence as long as it was done in moderation.
You put yourself on a timeline.
You could live this way through Sunday if you wanted.
Then you were going to boil everything for safety.
You’d welcome Donnie back as if you hadn’t fallen off the wagon momentarily.
You’d tell him what happened.
Maybe later.
Way later.
After you knocked him clean to the floor and hung off him like a koala for say five to six straight hours.
You’d get your fill and then open up.
Donnie 💜: Switch in progress, results tentatively promising
You felt like you weren’t present in this world when you got the message.
A ground ball that you dove for, you came up dusty from it, but satisfied you’d staved off a run.
It felt like a cosmic truth.
You were okay.
Your feelings were valid.
Things would work out.
The Indian food you’d gotten for dinner was lethally delicious.
This time the food coma you put yourself in was a willing one.
No guilt, only decadence, you were cradling a far too large slab of garlicy naan and chewing on one end like a cow with cud. Saturday evening entertainment came in the form of a television show about a burnout trying to make their way. With bigger narratives obviously edging into the plot, you binged through season one and two before you felt yourself losing lengths of dialog. The bread on your chest had gone, but its scent and weight lingered.
A confusing ghost, you fell to the side, kicking napkins and tissues away until your own blanket acted as your pillow and you were the wad of gum stuck inside. Characters kept talking, they were relentless in that way, and your lids fell with the dialog feeding ticker tape into your dreams. Coming out your ears on a steady pump, the click clack of the printer was a metronome that dictated your heartbeat.
There was the distinct click of the door.
You cracked your eyes and saw a TV logo appearing and disappearing on a screen long fallen asleep.
Blue light bathed your form and you sat up to hear something soft like the weight of a bag hitting the floor.
Slow to turn, you found a large silhouette standing in the doorway and eating up darkness like a growing mass.
Without definition and somehow not rim lit by the television, you squinted at the mannequin and how it was half bent in setting a messenger bag down.
“Wrong… apartment…?” You ventured to the apparition.
“Y/N…?” Donnie’s voice came from it.
You stared as the being stood straight.
Silence beat dehydrated percussion in your ears.
“Did you…?” You asked and were interrupted by a wave of nausea.
You felt repulsive.
What a time for him to finally show up in your dreams.
He stepped towards you and you sort of registered one of his hands raising up to his face. “Did I what? Why are you sleeping out here-?”
You blinked one at the rude manifestation of your boyfriend.
Your mind had gone for a portrayal that was a bit too accurate.
You wanted dream Donnie to whisk you away on a white horse.
“What is that smell?” He gagged and finally took on close enough clarity to highlight that he had pulled his scarf down.
You might have been mad if you weren’t trapped by his face.
Lit from below, his hollowed out eyes were cast in a worse light. Pupils thin and lifeless, they sat atop eye bags that were triple the natural ones baked into his body from years of neglect. From around his scarf, his cheeks sunk against his features and there was visible grease blotched and giving his already green complexion an even sicklier hue. “You look like shit.”
“You smell like it.” He stared down at you.
You had to squint one last time before you pulled your arm from your cocoon.
Pinching your shoulder, you winced at the jolt of pain before turning up comprehension to your partner.
He softened a little around his scrunched beak.
In what felt like exactly three moves, you unearthed yourself, climbed straight up the back of the couch, and launched yourself at him.
He caught you with open arms and you both collapsed onto the floor where you wiggled until all of you was wrapped around him.
“What are you doing here?!” You yelled into his tympanum. “It’s Saturday still, right?! Did I miss it!? Did I sleep through Monday!?”
He squeezed you hard around the center until you squawked with pain. Then he went a calculated slack before his digging digits held you close to him with no intention of letting go. “It’s technically Sunday. 1:07am when I unlocked the door. I…”
You rose up and he relented from cupping the back of your head to holding your cheek.
You kissed him.
He returned it in earnest.
“Donnie…” You cooed against his mouth and he sealed the sound back up.
Now drinking each other in, you felt him shudder as he licked into you and you could only imagine the sour taste. You hadn’t properly showered since Wednesday and your teeth had gone unbrushed for at least 24 hours. Breaking every one of his cardinal rules and only seeming to care on some subconscious level, he nipped at you to get your attention back.
You.
He wanted you.
Even in this state. 
You kissed him hard enough down into the floor that it clicked his skull against the ground. He cared little and hoisted you up further, trying to keep all of you held as you made out. Taking time and then some, you eventually broke with a gasp where lightheadedness said that you had gone way past some reasonable point and your usual sensors for self-preservation were offline if only to have more of him.
His beak twitched with repugnant scents and you rooted down to tug messily at his scarf. It loosened and revealed musky skin where sweat had been long baked in. It made you remember he’d left in the same outfit he had now returned in and you licked a fat stripe over his pulse to taste the salt and sour of neglect.
“Acting all high and mighty.” You tutted against him and began to work a hickey into the flesh despite knowing it probably wouldn’t work.
He gave his first chirp.
You immediately sank your teeth into his throat without holding back.
His knees kicked up and slammed into your ass as he gave you a honed chirp.
“Fuck!” His limbs went loose.
You removed your fangs and mouthed satisfaction.
“Me?” He grunted, shoving up your dirty pajamas to feel the skin of your back. “You were busy. You were taking care of yourself. What happened?”
“I was.” You broke from his skin with a pop and pressed a wet kiss to the underside of his chin. “Then I got lonely.” You returned to your spot and sucked as hard as you could.
He quaked beneath you. “W-wait…!”
You relented only enough to talk against his skin. “What?”
“Are you alright though?” He pet you with worry.
“Now, I am.” You gave up your mark to kiss his neck tenderly. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you.”
“You say it so easily.” You tempered your voice to speak against his head.
“There’s been a change.”
“Oh?” You lifted up to see him.
Though it pained him, he pleaded with you. “Shower. We must shower. Together. Has to be together and now.”
“Fine, but you talk while we do it.”
“That was implied.” He gave the barest smile before your whole world shifted.
Now bundled in his arms, he carried you with a bouncy step to the bathroom. He deposited you next to the sink and you watched him prepare your toothbrush. Passing yours over and then getting his, you shared coy glances in the mirror. As soon as you were done, but right before you could spit, it had clearly been too long because he dipped down and forced his minty mouth against yours.
The kiss pushed you into the wall and you made a little spindly moan.
He retreated with a dry heave and was forced to scrub his mouth out a second time before he finally rinsed.
You followed soon after and fluttered your lashes at him as you spit.
He looked away with a gag and gave a stubborn grunt.
“I gross you out.” You teased him and he went only far enough to turn the shower tap on.
“The horror…” He said without emotion and caught your waist.
“You still want me though.” You leaned in sweetly.
What you thought was a tender move was immediately subverted because he’d actually caught your shirt and yanked it straight up, muffling you.
“Hey!”
“Feel free to return the favor.” He pulled too hard which snapped your arms up.
Even you could smell your body odor.
It caused him to slow, where his pupils changed sizes and your shirt fall like an afterthought to the ground. “Odd…”
“What?” You caught one end of his scarf and pulled so it choked him.
He snorted, wheezed, and wiggled his fingers up into the threads to loosen it. “Your scent.”
“I stink. I got that much.” You were undoing buttons on his outermost layer which you had never realized was a cardigan.
“Filth should deter your natural scent, meaning it should be repulsive but…” He was clearly trying to follow some line of thought, but you got his top undone and shoved backward.
He shook with a form of whiplash and countered by rocking back to shove your bottoms off. 
Now nude, you gazed into his eyes where he’d dropped to your level.
He caught the back of your neck to save it from the force of his kiss.
A wet one, it spoke of salvia and how you’d made his mouth water.
You curled into him and despised the layers he still had on as it separated you.
He found it just as annoying because he released and together you both stripped him in a stumbling mess.
He nearly fell into the shower as you whipped the curtain back and chased his unstable form into the warm spray.
Both instantly lulling at the sensation, you pressed together to enjoy it at the same time. A fire smothering flame, it held a heated tiding that reminded you that you were together and that was the point. It shifted to tender touches, drinking in the moisture on each other’s skin as you both reached for soap. Washing each other without pretext, you would often find yourself simply leaning against him for the sake of it. He churred loud enough to beat the nozzle and, as he mapped out the lengths of your skin, he tapped his beak against nearly all points as if to leave unseen pieces of himself behind.
By the time you exited, you had found there was a limit to what had prior been an endless stream of hot water from Donnie’s systems.
You dried off in fluffy towels and Donnie looked like he’d collapse from satisfaction at the slightest provocation. Wanting only to pamper him further, you showed him his muscle cream. He went to take it, but you pulled back to indicate you wanted to apply it. It pricked his eyes with happy tears that he squeezed away and offered you his arm. Working the solution into his neglected muscles, it was with such great comfort that his churrs broke. Imagining them on some supersonic level, you moved in an overflowing silence to get his other arm, neck, and finally his carapace.
He was without bones as you finished and you had to act as his walker to get him to bed.
He looked like he might say something, but was teetering in and out of consciousness as you sat him on the edge of it.
You gave a soothing hum and got a hold of clean wraps.
This time he was completely malleable in offering his limbs.
With the best approximation of the many times you’d seen him wrap himself, you applied them one slow rounding at a time.
It brought his churrs back and by the time you secured his neck, he kissed you with sweetness. 
“Marry me.” He mumbled between brushes to your lips.
You were equally drunk on the moment, you relished the little way your lips tried to cling to each other. “What…?”
He only kissed you more, in a way that spoke of need and pulled you into the bed.
Falling to his side, he turned right into you to give chaste press after chaste press and stroked your cheek for good measure.
You spent what must have been hours like that until exhaustion kept him from reciprocating.
Laying the wrong way in bed, you pulled up the bottom sheets to cover him the best you could.
He gave that honed chirp unprovoked and you kissed him with the desperation it always conjured. “What is that, Donnie? Please…?”
“You’ve… never asked…” He told you as his hand ghosted over your form as if to absorb your energy.
“Tell me now?” You pressed the tip of your nose to his beak.
“Mating call.”
You blinked wide, looking at him up his snout.
“For my mate.” He spoke, almost cheeky and stole another kiss.
Your heartbeat a little too fast and you found yourself cuddling into him.
“Mate.” He confirmed again and this time you found him checking your pulse to feel how your heart skipped a beat.
“You asked me to marry you.” You spit without venom.
He had the audacity to chuff. “There’s no way.”
“You did. Tonight, or… uh, this morning. Not that long ago.”
“I did not.” He gave a gentle pressure to your arm to make you look up at him.
You saw a dash of fear swirled into worry and fatigue in his gaze. “You did…”
“No…” His expression grew grave.
“Donnie.”
“That can’t be. Let me take it back.” He gave a faint growl as he rolled you over to hang above your head. “I didn’t!”
“Don.” You couldn’t help but giggle.
“Don’t laugh! Before I’ve said I love you?! Do you know the amount of planning I’ve had in place!? To work up to this?! I refuse to waste it on-on-on being mildly out of sorts at most!” His eyes darted wildly and without source. “Erase it! You will forget that you ever heard-!!”
You stared up at him with a watery expression that you were trying very hard to contain.
“Did…? Did I…?” He hung, mortified, above you.
You could only nod and tried to hide your mouth.
He tipped once, then twice, before his body came down around you in a whine. “I’m a mess!”
You moved deliberately in petting his carapace.
His churrs were weak and sad.
You thought against his head for a moment before summoning your strength. He felt the tide of your body shift and turned to study you curiously. Surely only seeing your face puckered, you breathed in as deep as you could and mustered the sound only he’d been able to produce.
You gave your approximation of the mating call.
Before the sound fully left you, his lips were on yours and his tears met your cheeks to escape.
You held him tight and returned the fervor.
“You-” He broke the lip lock as if to scold. “You-you-!”
You held his head so you could send him a honeyed gaze.
He shook your frame with a deafening mating call and kissed you deeply.
Melting into one, he slowed with reluctance to pull you the right way into bed. There you snuggled down together, giving pecks where possible to soothe the need until you were wound into a singular form.
“We were silent all during the washing. It was supposed to be a given, but I haven’t given my explanation…” He lamented.
“Now or later?” You nuzzled his throat.
He gave a faint hum. “I rushed my return home.”
You pursed your lips and pulled away to view him.
“I couldn’t stand another day without you.”
“Coral says we're codependent.” You told him while stroking his plastron.
“After this showing…?” Donnie’s brow ridge lifted in what had once been his patented look.
“I think… I mean I was in a dark place for a day, but… I don’t know. I think we’re fine. We do live our lives separate, but together. So what if we don’t want to be apart long term? Isn’t that why we’re dating?”
He gave a faint smile and kissed your forehead. “Which day was dark, my heart?”
“Friday…” You tucked your leg further where it was between his.
You felt his tail curl against your skin as if to hold you. “Then four days is too many. Three will be the max from now on.”
You couldn’t help the little jolt of joy that gave you.
It must have felt similarly for him because he gave you a bubbling peck.
You hummed content and he returned it with a similar chirp.
You gave your mating call.
He returned it with his.
You shoved into him and he welcomed you close.
“How were you?” You asked, settling into his scent.
“Let’s say it was all dark.” He spoke into your temple.
“I thought there was a change?”
He gave an affectionate chirp and nuzzled you. “There has.”
You slid a hand up to his neck to feel his pulse.
It beat evenly for you. “It was around the same time as yours. Before I gave my progress note. Days spent in the slums. Breathing the rancid air I once favored… I… I suppose it is at your lowest you receive the best perspective.”
“Donnie-”
“I know…” He kissed an apology for cutting you off. “I must learn the hard way it seems.”
You gave a reluctant nod.
“I don’t like that way of life, experiencing it now. If distilled, I suppose I like controlled chaos. I like knowing an outcome. I like watching the world burn, but… I don’t believe I prefer it by my hand. Call it entertainment as it would need to be a collapse that doesn’t affect you in the slightest.”
You leaned up where you were tucked under his chin.
He stroked your spine. “I did not sleep once the entirety of the time I was gone. Not for lack of trying, but it was as if my body could not rest knowing it was without yours.”
Your eyes closed.
“Hallucinations came at a certain point. I am built for higher tolerance, but that does not mean my mind does not slip.”
You slipped your fingers into the hinge of his shell.
He squeezed you lightly. “Nothing to fear. Can I share with you what I saw?”
You forced yourself to hear the first half of his sentence. “What?”
“I saw you. I saw us. I saw memories. I saw things yet to come…” He trailed off and you could feel him smiling. “I saw happiness that I was worthy of.”
You held him close.
He dipped his lips to press your forehead. “My truest desire was not one of ruin. It was working in my lab, you visiting me with a stroller. A life full.”
“Those loose lips of yours.” You kissed his neck. “You’ve brought up babies a few times now. What happened that being only pillow talk?”
“Would you like kids?”
“With you?”
He gave a single offended grunt. “Who else?”
“We might need to adopt…” You leaned your worries into him.
The blood test. 
Negative.
Not for a lack of trying. 
There was the catchall of his birth control, but you weren’t sure if that was really the only cause. 
He seemed unaffected. “The child would still be ours.”
You snapped your head up to see him.
“It would still be with me.” He spoke reassurance.
You kissed him. “Yes, someday.”
He lingered against it. “I’m withdrawing from the Hidden City completely. I’ll transfer all my holdings. I’ll cherry pick my successors. I will go only legitimate… with more than a few offshore accounts.”
“I thought you weren’t allowed…?”
“I’m not allowed to fully quit. I will forever be a sort of target, but I also know the system better than anyone. I was raised by it. If I restructure everything and leave no one wanting, they will be less inclined to come after me.”
“It sounds easy, but-”
“It will not be. This will be an extremely dangerous, arduous, tedious, and a miserable change. Any other version of me would despise how flagrant I’m being. Needlessly selfish. I’m spitting in my own face.”
You studied him before stroking his jaw and smiling. “You’re morally grey.”
He bobbed with laughter. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” You moved to kiss him.
He took your lips, greedily. “Very much so.”
“You’ll be happy?”
“I am happy.”
You swam in a light blush. “I meant doing this. This is… huge… Donnie, this has been your life.”
He sighed. “Unfortunately, I will kick and scream. I may also have to bend our rules and commit a few vile acts. A show of power even in retreat is a potent one.”
“You’re going to kill?” You stared at him knowingly.
“A few… It is yet to be seen, but I imagine… five…? Or so tops…?” He grimaced.
“Only if necessary.” You leaned into him with a shake of your head.
“Of course.”
“I… I’m not sure how to feel. If this is what you want, you know I support you, but it feels…?”
“Surprising? Sudden? As if this isn’t actually occurring?”
“That and way more.”
“It has been a drawing culmination. I feel as though I am dangling from an invisible thread. I am sure I am held as I haven’t fallen, but it seems improbable that I have not died.”
You tried to picture that.
“I suppose I could have… What an interesting choice of afterlife for someone such as me…” He flicked his gaze and caught your lips.
You kissed back his comedy.
“My concerns are my own. Overall, I have full confidence. You cinched it.”
“Me?”
“Seeing you. I have spent all this time back in my natural habitat unsettled. Miserable. Plagued by insomnia. Taking no pleasure in my favorite game of manipulation.”
You gazed into his eyes.
There was only truth in them. “The moment I stepped into our home, all that ill will evaporated. I was whole again. Immediately soothed. I believe that is why I enjoyed the hacking and the destruction of the double date. I had you by my side.”
“You like being bad with me?” You asked with a light tease.
“I like being anything with you.” He bumped his beak to your nose. “However, I did take that into account. I played out exercises in which you were my cohort.”
“We’ve played that more than once already.” Your lids lowered.
He lapsed into a momentary churr before clearing it with his throat. “In guise, yes. Enjoyed. Relished. Savored. In reality… I wanted to vomit. The thought of you having to deal with any percentage, no matter how small, of what is required to do of what I have done. Of…” His attention dipped, haunted. “More than what you’ve already suffered.”
You kissed him back to the present.
He came and nuzzled into you. “Never.”
You settled comfortably against his lips.
He pulled away the slightest amount and you felt the flicker of worry. “Unless, of course, that is what you desire…?”
You opened your eyes wide to translate how serious you were. “No. Not even. Heroes and villains… the whole thing is… not good. I don’t… I don’t want to do either. I just want to be me and I just want to be with you.”
You watched emotions march through his ragged form. “You are so sure you won’t make mistakes…”
“I’m not.” You pressed your hands into the plastron over his head. “I’m as scared as anyone else.”
“You’re not scared of me…”
“You’re not a mistake.”
All hitting a breaking point, he enveloped you like a tide. You let the warm waters wash you out to sea where you had no worries for the depths supporting you. They were all known, even if they weren’t, and you had full trust that you and your partner would navigate whatever necessary.
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Both my betas are getting pummeled with work but they still make time for me! I can't thank @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 enough!!
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More Headcanons: Just some random shit cause I’m procrastinating again
 So the hidden city has to have stores like babies-r-us/toys-r-us 
And one day the boys walked into the hidden city equivalent of that (don't ask me why)
And the twins decided to play a prank on Mikey by strapping him into a car seat
And then they left him there 
He fell asleep and everything 
Raph found Mikey by himself and lost his shit 
He grounded the twins for two weeks 
April Raph Leo and Donnie have kept every single drawing Mikey has ever given them
Donnie made them indestructible boxes to keep the drawings in 
So when they went back to the demolished lair the only things that survived were Mikey’s art 
Leo Donnie April and Cass love horror movies 
Raph Mikey and Casey Jr hate them with their whole fucking chest  
The first group will sit in the living room and watch really old horror movies and laugh their asses off 
Leo April and Donnie love physiological horror 
While Cass loves a good slasher 
She loves the Halloween series and can’t get enough of them
That series infuriates Donnie he hates them so Cass buys him merch 
The second group leaves the house whenever they have their horror movie marathons 
They’ll go have a nice lunch or go to the mall they’ll even watch a movie together 
But they steer clear of the lair 
Whenever the twins piss each other off they have to do something to make up for it 
Leo will play Just Dance with Donnie (and will lose on purpose) 
And Donnie will take Leo to their favorite karaoke place and let him pick all the songs
But most of the time they never say “I’m sorry” 
(After the movie takes place) April and Raph noticed that the leadership role was taking a toll on Leo
So they decided to let him in on their little secret 
They took him to a junkyard and just started demolishing shit 
They didn’t even use their Ninpo (yes I am a firm believer that April kept her Ninpo) 
They used their bare hands and feet and just started smashing shit 
Leo was there for six hours and he destroyed just about everything in sight with frustrated tears streaming down his face the whole time 
The big sibling trio hugged for a solid hour after Leo was done
Whenever Leo comes up with a plan he goes to his siblings 
Because even though Leo is an amazing strategist he gets stuck on a certain aspect and he knows he needs help
Raph helps Leo explain what he wants to do
Sometimes when he says his plan out loud he realizes what he’s doing right or wrong 
And sometimes Raph has to explain to him why it won't work
April usually helps Leo with the smaller details 
And sometimes she tells him to scrap the plan entirely and she helps him come up with new ones 
Donnie usually makes the plan a reality with his tech 
Sometimes Leo knows his plan is foolproof but he also knows they don't have the tech to make it happen 
Leo is actually a major inspiration for Donnie
Sometimes Leo will barge into his lab with some crazy idea that gets Donnie’s mind working 
And next thing you know the twins are in the lab for hours hammering out the details 
And Mikey will throw out some random ideas that inspire Leo
Most of the time they’re not the best ideas in the world (mostly because they aren't realistic) 
But they don’t have to be because the sheer creativity of the idea gives Leo more ideas
And Casey Jr will throw out ideas that his previous sensei had 
Don't get me wrong he won't spoon-feed Leo the answers 
All he does is push Leo in the right direction and then he steps back and watches as Leo’s brain goes a million miles per second
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