#donatello x reader

[dancingdonatello]

Saw ur Donnie x smitten reader and was like how about SMITTEN Donnie x reader?

rise donnie x reader

Donnie sighed, resting his head on his hand as he watched you from across the lair.

He used to be jealous of you. How your hair was perfect everyday. How you never accidentally embarrassed yourself. How nobody ever got bored of what you were saying. How everyone talked to you so easily.

Now, he admired it.

He used to glare at you when you joined in a conversation he was having. Now he just smiled.

He used to roll his eyes at the sound of your obnoxious laugh. Now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his own laugh. Anytime you laughed, it was like he just had to laugh too.

He couldn’t even resist a smile if you had one on your face.

“You’re staring again.” April bumped her shoulder to his.

“So?” He sighed, his lips twitching upwards when you glanced over to him.

“I just thought you’d want to know if you were being obvious.” She snickered. He ignored her.

“I don’t care.” He barely did anymore. Nothing he could do about it anyways. You smiled at him and he had to turn his mouth further into his palm to try and stifle his own.

He scoffed at himself and tore his eyes away from you, hyper aware of the heat coming off of his face. His green skin did a lot to help hide his flushed face, but clearly you still noticed with how you giggled at him. He shot you a playful glare and you stuck your tongue back in revenge.

“Wow.” April seemed flabbergasted. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Shut up,” he said halfheartedly, watching as you turned back around to keep talking to Mikey.

[stellaspectral]

Now reposted over on AO3! 💜

I'm gonna come in anonymously eith a bayverse request and ask if maybe you'd be willing to do something where April has this very dorky, emotional, and sweet friend that doesn't know about the turtles. And one day she's supposed to be gone for the night on a date, so the guy's come to hang out and just as Donnie goes to throw his shoes by the door he runs chest to nose with her? Turns out her date was awful, she's giving up on dating, being dramatic about going into a convent. And now there's these guys in her's and April's apartment, and oh god the Purple one is cute, and they have matching glasses- maybe she won't give up entirely!

If this isn't up your ally that's fine! I've really been enjoying your stuff though!

A/N: Ohmigosh, this is such a cute request! 😍

I set this roughly between the first and second movies, since the turtles’ existence is common knowledge to the public by the time Out of the Shadows is over. Enjoy! 💖

Shell Shocked and Smitten (fluff)

💜 Bayverse Donatello/Female Reader 💜

CWs: Bad date aftermath, mild angst, fluff, brief emotional upset, some swearing, unexpected guests, dorks with crushes who flirt, light brotherly teasing. All characters are aged-up.

You trudge up the stairs to your shared apartment.

Your date had been, to put it mildly, a dumpster fire. Chad (of course his name is Chad!) spent an hour talking about his cutting-edge crypto portfolio, then his CrossFit routine. And finally, when the bill arrived, he’d patted his pockets with performative dismay, claiming he forgot his wallet. So you were stuck paying an amount you couldn’t afford.

And on top of it all, you lost one of your contacts in the taxi on the way home. Thankfully, you had your glasses in your purse. But your eyes had watered. And the cheap drugstore mascara—the one you bought on a whim because the packaging was sparkly—is definitely running.

You arrive at the door and fish your keys out from your coat pocket. “Never again,” you say out loud, fumbling with the stubborn lock. “That’s it. I’m done. I’m officially retiring from the dating scene. Maybe I’ll join a convent. Do they still have those?”

You finally win your fight with the door, shoving it open with more force than necessary, the strap of your purse digging into your shoulder. You’re already picturing yourself face-planting onto the couch and eating ice cream as you walk partially through the entryway and further into the apartment. “April, you’re not gonna BELIEVE the total unmitigated disaster that was—”

You don’t even get the full sentence out.

Because your dramatic pronouncement is cut short when you barrel right into a solid wall of … something. Your nose is pressed against a hard, subtly ridged surface. You tilt your head back, and your gaze travels up, up, up to a face that’s, well … green. And reptilian.

He’s currently looking down at you with wide, intelligent hazel eyes behind a pair of very familiar-looking glasses. In his hands, he has what one can only describe as an enormous pair of custom shoes. Looking like he was just going to toss them by the door, you realize dimly, like any normal person. Except he isn’t just any normal person.

“W-what …? Who …?” you stammer as you take a step backward, staring at the shoes before your gaze snaps back up to the towering green man in front of you.

His massive, three-fingered hand is still outstretched, holding the shoes. He’s wearing, well, not much. Aside from a purple bandanna tied around his head and pants with suspenders over his broad back. Wait, you think, squinting at him—before realizing that isn’t his back so much as it is a shell.

“Uh,” he says, hesitant, seeming just as startled by your sudden appearance as you are by his.

It takes a moment to click once you, again, look at the glasses perched on his snout. His reptilian snout. Your brain, already overloaded from your terrible date night, attempts to reboot before it short-circuits. Giant. Green. Person. A turtle? In your apartment. Holding shoes.

Your thoughts grind to a halt after stuttering, unable to process what the hell you’re seeing.

“You’re home early,” April says, appearing from the living room, a nervous smile plastered on her face.

Purple Bandanna looks like a deer caught in headlights. Behind him and April, you register other large, green men. Each of them are wearing different colored bandannas. The one in red, arms crossed, is radiating ‘are you kidding me?’ energy. Orange is practically vibrating with suppressed laughter, while the one in blue sighs and shakes his head.

“Early?” you echo, your voice a squeak. Your gaze flits from April’s strained smile to the towering, purple-clad turtle, then to the other three equally impossible beings. “April, there are giant, sentient turtles in our living room!”

The one in orange finally loses his battle and bursts into a snorting laugh, which is quickly stifled by an elbow from the blue one. The red one rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.

“And if you must know,” you continue, the sheer weirdness of the situation temporarily bulldozed by your need to vent, “I’m home because my date was a catastrophic failure of epic proportions. He mansplained the blockchain to me. The blockchain, April. What the hell is a blockchain, anyway?!” You gesture wildly with one hand, knowing you look like a crazy raccoon who’s lost a bar fight.

Purple guy blinks. The blue one takes a hesitant step forward. The red one actually snorts.

“A convent, huh?” Red says, a smirk playing on his lips. “Dramatic much?”

You realize he heard you talking to yourself outside the apartment, and you blush in embarrassment. “It’s a valid life choice!” you retort, though your voice breaks a little. Then, the full weight of the situation crashes back down. “Wait a minute. Who are you guys? And why do you look like … very large anthropomorphic turtles?”

The purple one pushes his glasses up his nose. Again, you notice how his frames match yours. “It’s a … rather convoluted narrative,” he says, his voice still calm, though he shifts his weight again. “We’re friends of April. She lets us hang out here sometimes when … well, when you’re out.”

“Friends she has never, ever, not once in the history of our friendship, mentioned,” you counter, narrowing your mascara-smudged eyes at April, who winces and mumbles a ‘sorry.’

Your gaze, however, can’t help but drift back to the purple-clad turtle. Again, he pushes his glasses further up his nose. There’s a faint flush of a darker green spreading under his skin that you suspect might be the reptilian equivalent of a blush. It’s unexpectedly endearing.

Maybe it’s the way his intelligent hazel eyes, magnified slightly by the lenses, look apologetic and gentle. Or perhaps it’s the novelty of someone so otherworldly looking at you with an expression that isn’t pity, or worse, the glazed-over boredom Chad had projected. He also seems genuinely concerned about your disastrous date, even though you’ve just barged in on whatever secret turtle-hangout was happening.

“Well,” you say, your voice a little shaky but losing some of its earlier despairing edge. “This is certainly a development. April is friends with tall, apparently very polite turtles who have excellent taste in eyewear.” You glance pointedly at Purple’s glasses, then touch your own.

You’ve always had a ridiculous soft spot for guys in glasses. It’s your kryptonite, second only to a well-curated bookshelf.

A smile quirks the corner of his mouth. “Donatello,” he offers, finally lowering the hand still holding his footwear. “But, uh, Donnie is fine.”

“Donnie,” you repeat, testing the name. It suits him. The blush on his cheeks seems to deepen a fraction.

“Look, I was going to tell you,” April says truthfully. “Eventually. It’s just … a lot.”

“Understatement of the year, April,” you mutter, but your eyes are drawn back to Donnie. He’s set his shoes down now, his posture a little less like a startled woodland creature and more relaxed. He steals another glimpse of you, and there’s a definite spark of interest there in his gaze.

A tiny thrill zips through you. Dating humans hasn’t exactly panned out. It’s been a veritable parade of Chads, Brendans, and a Kevin who thought taxidermy was an appropriate first-date conversation topic. But perhaps the universe has always had other options for you in mind.

“So,” you say, taking a deep breath and trying to gather the scattered remnants of your composure. “Donnie. And, uh …” You gesture vaguely at the other three, who are watching with varying degrees of amusement and exasperation.

“Leonardo, but Leo’s good,” Blue says with a polite nod.

“Raphael. Raph,” the red one grunts, still leaning against the doorframe, though his arms are no longer crossed.

“And I’m Michelangelo! Mikey for short!” Orange says. “We’re brothers, by the way.”

“Right,” you say. “Leo, Raph, Mikey. And Donnie.” You look at Donnie again, and he offers another one of those small, shy smiles that does strange things to your insides.

“So, about that blockchain,” Donnie begins, then seems to catch himself, a flicker of self-consciousness in his eyes. “I mean, if you’re still curious. It’s essentially a decentralized, distributed ledger, which can be quite fascinating from a cryptographic and data structure perspective, though I can see how it might not be an optimal first-date conversation.”

You can’t help it; a laugh escapes you. A real one, not the polite, strained kind you fake with most of your dates. “You know, that’s actually the most sense anyone’s made of it all night.”

Donnie’s blush deepens again, and this time, there’s definitely a pleased glint in his eyes. April lets out a sigh that sounds suspiciously like relief. Even Raph cracks a tiny, almost imperceptible smile.

“So,” you say, feeling a bit more like yourself now, “do you guys hang out here often?”

“We try not to impose,” Leo replies. “But April’s hospitality is generous.”

“Generous enough to harbor four secret turtles,” you muse, then look at April. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

She throws her hands up in mock surrender. “What can I say? They’re good company. Mostly.” She shoots a pointed look at Raph, who just shrugs.

Donnie clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. He’s fidgeting with the strap of some kind of tech-y satchel you hadn’t noticed before, slung across his shell. “Actually,” he says, “we were just about to order pizza. If … if you’re not too traumatized by your recent culinary experience to partake?”

Pizza. The universal comfort food. The thought of sharing it with Donnie and his equally extraordinary brothers suddenly sounds infinitely more appealing than a solitary tub of ice cream and a vow of celibacy.

“Traumatized? Donnie, I think tonight significantly recalibrated my trauma threshold.” You shoot him a smile. “And pizza sounds amazing. Especially if its intricacies are not explained via a PowerPoint on its market liquidity.” You still can’t believe one of your dates actually brought a laptop with him to show you a damn PowerPoint, of all things.

Sometimes, you still think romance is dead.

Donnie laughs, a full, rumbling sound that vibrates pleasantly in the entryway. “No PowerPoints, I promise. Though I do have some interesting data on optimal cheese-to-sauce ratios, if you’re interested.”

“Save it for the second date, Don,” Raph calls out, earning a frown from Donnie and a snicker from Mikey.

Your cheeks flush again. It’s a pleasant sensation this time, a far cry from the humiliated heat brought on by Chad’s cheapness or your own dramatic pronouncements outside the door. “I think I could handle some data on cheese-to-sauce ratios,” you say, your voice a little breathless.

Mikey whoops. “Alright! Pizza party! I call dibs on the first slice with extra pepperoni!”

April, looking significantly less stressed now that the initial shock has worn off, claps her hands together. “Okay, then! Pizza it is. My treat. Consider it an apology for the delayed introductions. And for all the Chads.”

You laugh, feeling the last of the evening’s tension drain away, which is replaced by an almost giddy sense of excitement. Giving up on dating? You must have gone temporarily insane. Again, you look at Donnie.

No way you’re giving up now.

Especially if it involves matching glasses and a brilliant, kind-eyed turtle.

[blurpleuni-squid]

Back in my ROTTMNT era guysss and I had a thought based on the thing I saw about turtles

Your oc or an x reader who wears bras takes off the hooks to repair the boys shell D.I.Y. style

[disgracexxx]

https://www.tumblr.com/tired-biscuit/747042048714178561/men-who-cant-help-but-slut-themselves-out-a

at first i thought of your leo with this post but then at the mention of hair my thoughts immediately switched to mikey >_<

-mycelium

一∑ Look At Me・゜・。

author’s notes: crazily enough i’ve seen that post before hehehe since you mentioned both leo & mikey i tot to myself what the heck let’s do them all! <3333 headcanon style

warnings: suggestive themes sooo be warned! i wouldn’t say nsfw but like maybe 18+ to be on the safe side?! also a bit yandere if you squint andddd unedited it’s 2:30 I’ll reread later ;3

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Raph knows he’s big. And part of him resents it. But it does have its own advantages. Eyes gravitate to him naturally for his size. Your eyes in particular are the ones he’s after. So if he knows you’re coming down to the lair later, he may get a workout in just before. To have that pump in full effect for your arrival. Even better if you decide to say hey to him while he’s working out. His muscles straining to do another bench press under your watch. Grunting out with the effort as he racks it. Sitting up to give you a breathy smile, snaggle-tooth catching on his lip.

He’s a listener for sure. Big eyes going round and soft as you call out his name. Just give him a chance, an in, to know he has a chance and he’ll start getting more obvious in his advances. Always coming up with an excuse for some contact. For you to hold onto him. His arm is out for you to take if you ever need it.

And if he feels threatened, that your attention is being soaked up by someone else. He may use his size to his advantage. Taking up the space in front of you, unable to even peer over him as he leans down, with a slight frown “Who’re you lookin’ for? Raph’s right here! I’ll help with whatever you need,”

Leo is painfully obvious when he wants attention. He is a whore for attention. He’s the face-man for a reason. When you enter the room he is the first to call out to you, already up and in your space. Depending on how close the two of you are it can be an arm slung around your shoulders, or a full on sweep-you-off-your-feet hug! He’s a tease so expect his hands to be on you regardless. Poking or tickling whenever he feels your attention fading elsewhere.

His jokes are aimed solely for you to laugh at. If he doesn’t get even a chuckle he may start pouting. If you don’t even give him an exasperated smile he may go down on his knees. Because he is that dramatic. If he’s wearing any clothes at all, they will either be so tight you can see every line of his form, or so loose you can see the skin regardless. Think suits or tank tops. Like Raph he’s not afraid to flex in front of you. Your eyes on him when he is purposefully showing off his body just goads that ego of his. You must be thinking he’s attractive right?

The type to grab your chin if he catches you ogling someone else. Tipping it up to meet his eyes as he tuts disapprovingly. “Hermosa! What else is there to look at when you have me right here? Hmmm?”

Donnie is more likely to show off his tech, achievements, and brain before he even thinks of his body. That’s what he is best at after all. He wants to show you all his accomplishments, his technological prowess. Please, please break something. He will be over at your place in a jiffy. Those hands and fingers showing off his precision and dexterity. They can be used for other things too!

The fashion sense he has is more like an add-on. Something he doesn’t even think twice about. Well maybe he put some thought into how good he would look in street wear. Dark purple and black are the color combos of his choice. But the grey sweatpants that he just throws on right before he goes to greet you? He hadn’t thought about how they hang on his hips. Nope.

Snarky comebacks are in his nature. He doesn’t do well with jealousy. “Scoff. Are your eyes seriously wandering over to that neanderthal? Should I go start the introductions?” And you better deny. Or come up with some plausible excuse so he doesn’t overthink the rest of the day away!

Mikey is spoiled with attention. He gets overloaded by all his big brothers after all. So if he is actively seeking out your attention, and isn’t getting the reception he’s used to? He’ll be a bit clingy. Like Leo, he will call out to you as soon as he sees you. No matter where or what you’re doing! Could be in a big crowd or a silent library. A big wave and a holler of your name will be the first thing he does. Then expect for him to sweep you off your feet into a crushing hug that goes on for a good couple seconds, and could last longer depending on your reaction.

He’ll cook you anything you want. He basks under your praise and compliments. If you moan, oh lord, he may not be able to stop staring at you. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, before he realizes himself and pushes the plate closer to you. Wanting to get that reaction from you again.

He has no problem spamming you in person and through the phone. He’ll text multiple messages without a second thought of how desperate he may seem. He’ll call if you don’t respond back in a reasonable amount of time. The logic behind that is everyone has their phone on them, at all times, just shoot him a thumbs up and he’ll feel reassured!

“Y/n what’s this?! Do you like that kind of person? I caught you staring don’t denyyyy! I thought you liked meeee! You can only like me, okay?”

[fishsticksloser]

Hi I saw your Rise x otter reader fiction and I was wondering if you have done or could do donnie x a shark reader specifically tiger shark or Leppard shark reader that likes to bite?

Leopard Shark!Reader

Rottmnt x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, not written like normal, short

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much! Going with Leopard Sharks cause I love them :))

To Donnie it's a bit weird

The feeling of your skin takes a bit to get used to

And sometimes he just... Can't touch you

Don't take it the wrong way, it's just when he's overwhelmed, he can't touch you as it will make it worse

The other three are absolutely amazed

Raph loves how you feel

Playing with your tail with his own

Leo finds comfort in touching you

It calms his nerves

And makes him feel comforted

Mikey loves painting spots on you

You're a leopard shark after all

It only makes sense

They all going swimming with you

They ache for large pools of water

So they're always down to go swimming with you

And both Mikey and Leo like playing chasing games in the water

[riuhere]

They are constantly on my mind 24/7. I literally can't get them OuT of my hEad-

...Yup... I'm screwed-

Triad Au belongs to @novelcain

Vault Hunters AU & Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Twice As Bad AU & Monster Boyfriend belongs to @semisolidmind

Bone King Au belongs to @ninjasmudge

Cross belongs to @jakei95

[bi-scared]

You put a spell on me ~ A Bay!Donnie one shot story

A short story based on ideas that are stuck in my head and that I don't know what to do with, so I write them without beginning or end, but who cares? Enjoy !

The song is "I put a spell on you" by Annie Lennox.

SFW ~ GN!Reader

(I've tried GN!Reader but English is not my first language and I'm having trouble understanding the logic of non-genre pronouns. Feel free to correct me, I want to learn!)

(Note: I'm french. My english is limited and I use Deepl.) (Note 2: I accept constructive criticism.)

Donnie can't sleep.

Too much has happened. The return of Shredder mutated by the Kraangs, his father Splinter seriously wounded, Leo slowly recovering from his indoctrination by the Foot, Raph's return to the fold after joining the Purple Dragons... And Y/N feelings...

Of course, they hadn't asked for anything. Mickey was supposed to keep it a secret. And Donnie had had the worst possible reaction.

“This isn't the right time.”

True, it wasn't the right time. But now that they were all safe in Casey's old family home deep in the countryside, was it the time?

Well, Donnie thinks about it. He's thinking about it so much that his thoughts are constantly contradicting each other. Because he's never seen Y/N as anything but a friend, and he doesn't want to hurt them. But at the same time, their relationship has already changed so maybe he could try something? No, that would be disrespectful. But what if that's what they want?

The screwdriver slips out of his sweaty hand and into his finger. Donnie swears and readjusts the desk lamp, the only light in the barn in which he's set up to fix some gizmo to keep himself busy. In the middle of the night, because he can't sleep.

He can't sleep and tonight, neither can you.

Lack of sleep has overtaken fear and hesitation. You didn't say a word when you got in, even when Donnie realized you were there.

"Can't sleep either?"

You drop your phone on his desk next to his messy equipment before pressing play and he gives you a puzzled look. His eyebrows furrow at the first words.

I put a spell on you Because you're mine

He sees in your eyes tired determination, a certain weariness of the current situation in the pattern formed by your under-eye circles, and a silent need to have a moment of peace and control.

You better stop the things you do I tell you, I ain't lying I ain't lying

His eyes widen as your hands take his with an assurance he doesn't know you for, but Donnie doesn't resist you. He has resisted you far too much, pushed you aside far too long.

You pull him along, where there's space, his fingers clenching awkwardly on your hips as you place them there. You feel awkward holding his arms yourself.

You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'cause you put me down Oh, no

Donnie doesn't know this song. He lets you guide him, eyes staring at your feet, and you see the tip of his tongue moisten his lips, a nervous tic. And that makes you more confident in your endeavor. You set a rhythm to your improvised dance, bringing your bodies a little closer together, leaving him no choice but to follow your silent directions.

I put a spell on you Because you're mine

Your movements become more fluid and Donnie finally enters your game. He understands the necessity of this moment, a simple dance to give you back the importance you have in his life, whatever feelings have come to upset everything. He even allows himself a little more freedom as he elegantly spins you around, smiling at his own audacity. And you smile back as if you've just achieved a secret goal.

You know I love you I love you I love you I love you anyhow

His smile disappears and yours with it. Your eyes meet as the singer utters the words you yourself have never dared to utter. And yet Donnie freezes as if they've just come out of your mouth. Your lips sing the next words, your eyes locked in his:

And I don't care If you don't want me I'm yours right now

He scans your face with an indecipherable, decomposed expression. You notice the sparkle in his eyes, his pupils widening, the skin on his face darkening.

I put a spell on you

His hands tighten on your hips, then his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you slowly but firmly against him. His forehead rests on yours because he doesn't want to take his eyes off you.

The spell has taken effect.

Because you're mine

Your gesture is possessive as you intertwine your fingers around his neck. And the dance turns into a spellbinding slow as the charm continues to operate.

You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'cause you put me down Ooh-hoo-ooh

The dim light casts your blended shadows on the barn walls in an atmosphere of ephemeral ritual. There's no outside world, no problems, no doubts. Just vague longings for closeness, physical contact and unspoken promises.

I put a spell on you

You feel his warm breath against your flushed face. Lost in his luminous golden gaze, nothing matters to you but the need for his presence in your life.

Because you're mine

And nothing else matters to him except to lose himself in this moment which, he finally realizes, could become his reality. Your reality.

Because you're mine

Hypnotized by the music, his hand moves up your hair, your fingers lose themselves on his cheeks, your faces grow closer.

Because you're mine

In a graceful movement, he leans you back, following the curve of your body with his to the last note of the music.

Oooooooh Yeaaaaaah

You burst out laughing. Your eyes close, breaking contact as you straighten up. Your arms cross, his fingers pull up his glasses, the gap returns along with the discomfort. The spell is over.

"What was that?"

There's no shame in Donnie's voice, just amusement and a remnant of wonder. But your smiling mouth remains closed. In a few steps, you retrieve your phone and head for the barn exit.

"Wait, you're just going to... leave? Like that?"

You turn and he understands your expression. Now's not the time. This was just a bubble of peace in the midst of chaos, a moment of calm before the return to reality. And now it's over. Unless...

Unless he decides otherwise. You've given him a taste of what you want and what you can give. The ball's in his court.

So he lets you go. Because his doubts have returned. But you've given him new data that he hadn't even imagined and that could well make the difference for the future.

Donnie smiles. He's smiling because he's just realized that you've put a spell on him.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[jesterballs]

Thinking of Donatello where he finds someone that meets his type but they are ALSO autistic, like cute and mean. BUT masks themselves way meaner than supposed to be, talks loudly, annoys people, like classic annoying mean girl/boy, etc, etc. and Donatello is like, "yeah, everyone, I officially hate them" then they're alone and he's like, "I wanna kiss them. For, uh. Research purposes."

[oozedninjas]

Can we get Donnie with a breeding kink?!😩

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | MDNI | F!Reader | Donnie is 27 and he wants to put a baby in you ♡ | Breeding | slight Edging | General verses

It amazes him how easily his mind spirals into anxiety when it comes to you. Every little measure has to be carefully calculated and framed to keep him from stumbling out of sync with you—especially with things like this, because, what if you don’t like it? Would you think he’s a weirdo for bringing it up?

Maybe he should let it happen naturally, Donnie thinks, without overanalyzing every detail. But frankly, the thought that he could put a baby inside you is utterly absurd. Improbable. Incoherent, even. Genetic and morphological differences are barriers one can't overcome. Yet… he can’t stop thinking about it.

The idea lodges itself in his mind and he can’t help but revisit it over and over, no matter how much he knows it doesn't make sense; and today, that's all he can think of as he pounds in and out of you, just the way he knows you like it. Steady, fast, hard. The lower half of his plastron grinding over your swollen clit as you cling to him. And he edges you, unable to shake the thought of his mind, not brave enough to let it seep through his mouth.

"Fuck, I wanna come," you manage through staggered breaths, "Please, please,"

He groans, feeling the electric bolts dangerously close to spreading. He grips the sheets, struggling to resist the urge to mention it, and then—

"Put a baby in me,"

It barely registers right after making him come hard and loud. He thrusts as deep as his cock can reach to unload one time after another. He's babbling something about it, but it sounds so choked by pleasure that even he can't discern what it is. He's lost in the sensation of your pretty pussy throbbing as you come with him, and it feels fucking blissful.

You take a few seconds to catch your breath.

"What- what was that? How…" he asks, a bit out of breath.

You let out a little, tired laugh. "I stumbled across your browsing history the other day. You were thinking too hard about it, don't you?"

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Ah, that's right… since you moved together, you use the same computer.

[wonderingpanda]

Forgotten Bonds

2012!Donnie x Reader

Ngl I feel like this could almost be like a chapter in a series or something. I am way too addicted to the idea of 2012 Donnie and April’s sister. Also I honestly got a little lazy in the middle so don’t mind that.

Important facts about this Y/n: Is April’s younger sister. Knew the turtles from when she was young. Has a retractable yari. Was gifted a mask when she was young that matches the turtles and wears it as a bandanna.

Ragged breathing filled the silence in Shredder’s lair. Heavy footsteps clamped down one by one. Metal on metal, steel on stone.

“They have foiled my plans.” Clank clank.

“They destroyed my army.” Clank clank.

“They mutated my daughter!” Clank clank.

The stomping came to a halt as Shredder lifted his head, eyes burning. “We are going to kill those wretched turtles ONCE AND FOR ALL!”

“Master.” Tiger Claw stepped forward. “I understand your frustration but perhaps we should strategise, come up with a plan.”

“The plan has already been set.” Shredder huffed. “We attack in two days time. I want you three to hunt down the turtles and capture them alive. Ensure their weapons are left behind.”

“But Master Shredder. In case you have already forgotten, those four have proven to be crafty opponents. Even if we manage to find them they could still prove… difficult to apprehend.” Fishface pointed out.

Shredder gave a lowly chuckle and pulled out a vial. “That is why you’re going to inject them with this.”

“What is it?” Rahzar growled.

“A sleeping agent. Something I snatched from that Stockman ages ago. I’ve been waiting for the right time to use it.” He shook it in the air. “It will infect their very blood. Making them weak and slow. They won’t be able to fight back. According to my spies Yoshi was last seen running around the city. I will hunt him down personally and we will meet at these coordinates on the fourth floor.” Shredder handed Tiger Claw a piece of paper with an address scribbled down.

“There will be a cage for you to place the worthless mutants in.”

Fishface flinched and growled at Shredders choice of words.

“When I bring Hamato Yoshi.” Shredder continued. “I will force him to watch as his as I tear his sons apart limb from limb! He will suffer tenfold for what he has done to me!”

“Excellent plan master.” Tiger Claw stepped forward. “My only concern is what of their human allies?”

“Destroy them.” Shredder sighed. “All but the one in pink.”

“The little O’Neil girl? What do you want with her?” Fishface inquired prompting the armoured warrior to turn away.

“Karai was valuable. Too valuable. With her gone we have a gap in our forces. We could use another skilled kunoichi, especially one with inside information.” His eyes narrowed sharply.

“But she’s allied with the turtles. She’ll never leave them.” Rahzar argued.

“Then make her!” Shredder shouted. “I’m sure you’ll find the right form of persuasion.”

🌸Cue intro🌸

The sound of cheesy action music rang throughout the lair as another episode of Super Robo Mecha Force Five began to play.

“I knew it would only be a matter of time before our paths crossed again.” A girl dressed in purple with dark teal hair stepped onto the screen.

“Oh snap, look who it is.” Mikey nudged Leo’s arm. “The princesses younger sister.”

“I thought she was only in the first few episodes?” Donnie asked.

“Well she’s back now.” Raph remarked before getting a hand shoved in his face.

“Everyone shut up, we’re missing all the details.” Leo hushed as they all turned back to face the screen.

“Sister!” Princess cried. “It has been so long.”

“It certainly has.” The girl raised her voice. “You thought you could take my place and get away with it? Never!”

Princess stepped forward. “But sister, I do not understand, I took nothing from you.”

The girl gave an angry snarl. “Nothing? Nothing!? You took everything! You already bare our mothers crown and then you went and took the only thing that brought me joy!”

“I did not mean to.” Princess flinched back. “You were destroyed by those asteroids, we thought you did not survive.”

“Well you thought wrong.” The girl snapped.

“Please Princess Lionstar!” Captain Dash Coolstar walked forward. “Accept our apology, there is still room for you on Mighty Super Robo Mecha!”

Princess Lionstar cackled. “You think you can apologise and I will forgive you? Never! There is no place for me with you all now!”

“P-Princess Lionstar, please.” Dr. Blip reached out.

“Oh Blip.” Princess Lionstar turned towards him. “I cannot believe how blind you have been. All this time you spent chasing after my sister when I was the one who loved you first!”

“Noooo!” Dr. Blip cried, dramatically falling to his knees.

“Woah, plot twist!” Mikey yelled, perking up from his spot on the floor.

Donnie took another handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. “Personally I’m on Princess Lionstar’s side. What kind of jerks just replace their friend like that?”

The turtles all mumbled in agreement. “Hey, do you think Splinter found Karai yet?” Leo looked at his brothers.

“Not sure.” Raph shrugged. “He’ll tell us when he gets back.”

Leo’s arms dropped. “Yeah, tomorrow night.”

Mikey gave him him a pat on the shell. “Hey it’s ok, we’re going to find her.”

“We’ll get her back Leo.” Donnie assured.

Leo smiled and sat back up straight. “You’re right, we can’t give up hope. Not yet.”

The uplifting atmosphere was cut short by a ringing from Donnie’s T-phone. He took it out and answered. “Hello hello hello this is Donatello.”

“Donnie!” April screeched on the other end. “You guys need to get down here now! There’s a tonne of footbots circling us!”

The turtles all looked up at each other in worry before focusing back on the phone. “Y/n has them handled for now and Casey’s with us but they just keep coming. I don’t know how long we can hold out!”

“Don’t worry April we’re on our way.” Donnie replied before closing the call. “C’mon guys. We’ve got some butt to kick.”

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Down in the streets of NYC April, Casey and Y/n were fighting for their lives taking down bot after bot.

“I told you late night walks are a bad idea, they always bring trouble.” Y/n huffed as she stabbed another bot with her yari.

“Well sorry!” Casey yelled, whacking away with his hockey stick. “I thought it would be romantic!”

“Romance isn’t an excuse to endanger yourselves!” Y/n yelled, twirling her yari and blocking another footbot from attacking.

“Now is not the time to argue!” April shouted over the two. “The turtles are on their way, we just need to hold these guys back a little longer.”

Y/n glanced up at one of the distant buildings. “There’s another pack of them heading this way. I’m gonna go cut them off, you two stay here.” She announced before running off.

“Y/n, wait!” April called before huffing in defeat. “Ok then.” She then turned around to kick one of the bots in the face.

Y/n used her yari to propel herself onto the rooftops and stood defensively in preparation for the oncoming bots. Technically she shouldn’t be using a yari for jumping or vaulting but it was specially built by Donnie partly to assist in that purpose. Sturdy yet flexible as well as extendable so it could be hidden during the day. It was a marvel of modernised weaponry by Y/n’s standards. Donnie had put so much effort into a simple spear, it was honestly quite touching. 

“Come and get me!” She shouted, twirling her yari and lunging at her attackers. She took them down one by one, not realising she was slowly getting pushed towards the building’s edge.

“Casey, a little help over here!” April yelled as she got yanked back.

“Sorry red.” He called back, swiping another footbot. “I’m getting swamped!”

April began sweating bullets as one of the bots pulled her in, raising its blade. She closed her eyes and looked away only for it to get pummelled into a wall.

“Do not fear the turtles are here!” Mikey cheered, holding his nunchaku high as he twirled them around.

“Thank god you guys are here. I was about to be turned into confetti.” April gasped.

“Come on April.” Donnie beat up a couple more bots. “You know we wouldn’t let that happen.”

Casey scoffed and rolled his eyes, thwacking away another foot creep before skating over to the redhead. “Yeah no stress red besides I was totally going to come over and save you.” He flashed a cheesy grin making her frown.

“Wait, I thought you said Y/n was with you?” Leo inquired, looking around for her.

“She is, up there.” April pointed to one of the rooftops.

“She’s taking on all those footbots alone!?” Donnie panicked, eyes widening.

“Someone’s gotta help her!” Mikey cried.

“On it.” Raph nodded before running away to join her.

Y/n was struggling, fighting but struggling. With every bot that ran at her she found herself getting closer and closer to falling off the side of the building. Just as she thought the next footbot might take her out, Raph jumped in and sliced its head off.

“Need some help!” He gave a cocky grin as Y/n ran away from the edge.

“I mean I was doing fine.” She grunted before blocking the next bot as it pushed against her. “But I have always wanted a sidekick.”

“Sidekick!?” Raph exclaimed. “Ok do you want the help or not?”

“No no yes please, help would be very much appreciated.” She shoved away the footbot before getting back to back with Raph.

“Alright then, time to take these tin cans down.” Raph smirked. The two let out their own battle cries as they ran back into action.

“What do these guys even want? I don’t see any of Shredder’s usual henchmen around.” Raph twisted one of the footbots with his sai and threw it over his head, stabbing it in the chest.

“I’m not sure.” Y/n called back, using her yari to launch herself over one of the bots and kicking it from behind. “I was just at home when April called me saying she and Casey were under attack. It’s like they just popped out of nowhere.”

“Well whatever they’re trying to do, it’s gotta be one of Shredder’s plans.” Raph grabbed one of the footbots and spun it around before throwing it at another one, finishing them both.

“Maybe he’s out looking for Karai too.” Gen suggested. “After all, he still sees her as his daughter.”

“Yeah well she’s not.” Raph grunted. “The lunatic seriously needs to get over it.”

Y/n kicked back another foot bot, twirling her yari and stabbing the next one before stopping in thought. “But why would he- agh!” She was cut off as a bot ran forward and kicked her harshly in the side, sending her over the edge of the building.

“Y/n!” April, Casey and the turtles cried, turning to face her as she fell down and smacked against the pavement. Her yari followed shortly after, the spearhead cracking on impact. Donnie ran over and delicately held her up, back being lifted by his right hand while his left held her head.

“Oh nononononononono. No!” He freaked out, noticing her seemingly unconscious state. “Y/n? Y/n!“

She immediately jerked upwards in shock, eyes opened so wide they looked like they were popping out. “I’m alive!”

“You’re alive? You’re alive!” Donnie cried, hugging her tight.

“Thank god for this.” She smiled and pulled a rogue trash bag from behind her head. How she managed to land perfectly on top, we’ll never know.

“And the foot have been kicked back to where they belong.” Leo remarked, Raph jumping down from the building as they all gathered together.

“You know what this calls for?” Mikey grinned.

“Pizza!” Everyone cheered, basking in the glow of their victory.

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The lair was filled with chatter and joy as everyone sat spread out around the couch. 

Super Robo Mecha Force Five was playing on full blast with pizza boxes scattered as far as the eye could see.

Leo was sat cross legged to the far right with Mikey draped over his lap. The orange turtle in question had just pulled a stray pizza slice off the floor and was attempting to make quick work of it.

“Ew Mikey, gross!” Leo’s face contorted in disgust as he leaned back from the horror.

Raph and Casey were busy stood behind everyone, throwing popcorn at each other’s faces as they tried to catch some.

“Hey Raph! Betcha can’t catch this one!” Casey called, backing up further away.

“Oh yeah?” Raph smirked. “Bring it.” Casey hauled the popped cornel across the room, sending it flying into Raph mouth and accidentally lodging it in his throat.

“Casey, I can’t- *cough* I-I just need you to *cough cough*. The thing it’s- *cough* stuck! *cough cough cough*”

“Hold on Raph I got you!” Casey shouted, running over and holding him from behind, trying to stop his choking.

All the while April and Donnie were sat directly in front of them, smack bang in the middle of the couch. Donnie kept trying to sneak side glances that April noticed but never acknowledged till he built up enough courage to speak.

“H-hey April, there’s only one slice of pizza left! Uh… wanna share?” He awkwardly smiled, shoving the cheesy tomato dough in her face.

“Um no thanks Donnie.” She declined, of course. Curling up uncomfortably as she gently pushed the pizza back towards him.

Just as she was doing so, Casey popped up from behind, snatching the pizza from Donnie’s hand. “I’ll be taking that. You can share pizza with me any time you want Red. How’s that restaurant across the street from my place sound?”

The red head immediately brightened at the offer. “Papa Rossy’s? I love that place, yes!”

“It’s a date!” Casey smiled, giving Donnie a purposeful look as he took a bite of the pizza prompting a less than pleased response from the terrapin.

What Donnie didn’t notice though were a pair of longing eyes observing from a distance. Y/n, who had been taking note of the whole debacle from the moment he sat down beside April. It’s wasn’t fair, it never was.

The two of them were so close beforehand, heck, he even showed the same affection towards her for a while but then something changed. She couldn’t tell when it happened exactly but all of a sudden his focus shifted to April. 

Suddenly she was the one he always seemed to look after. She was the one he gazed at any time they entered the lair. She was the one he loved and it didn’t make sense! What happened?

Y/n felt like she’d been slipping more and more into the background lately and it was completely ridiculous. She knew the turtles long before they were even allowed up on the surface so how come she wasn’t the front liner out of all their human companions? Whatever, it didn’t matter anyway. She was still a valuable and recognised part of the team and that was enough. Or so she thought.

“I’m going to head into the dojo for a second, need to replace the spearhead on this thing.” Y/n mused, taking out her yari. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

Everyone gave their own replies, waving her off as she left before going back to their previous activities. April smiled and whipped out her laptop as she began typing while carefully glancing the screen.

“Watcha doing there April?” Donnie asked, leaning in to look at her screen.

“Just doing some research to see if there’s any reason those footbots were chasing after us tonight.” She replied casually.

“Good idea.” Leo sat up, accidentally sending Mikey to the floor. “Whatever they were doing it couldn’t have been for any good and with Splinter away it only makes this stuff more dangerous.”

“Maybe they went rouge you know?” Mikey weakly rose from the floor, rubbing his head. “Shredder hasn’t always been good in a managerial position.”

“I don’t buy it. Shredder’s had those things for ages why would they suddenly go berserk now?” Casey questioned.

“It’s possible they were just sent to attack you guys. April at least.” Raph suggested.

“But that still doesn’t make enough sense. Why only go after April? They aren’t exactly interested in hunting her anymore and we know they didn’t explicitly go after Gen.” Donnie put a hand on his chin in thought not that he could think much. It was like their brains reached a dead end.

As April continued scrolling on her laptop she stopped and gasped. “Guys you gotta see this!” Everyone gathered around her. Bar Y/n who was still in the dojo, clueless to everything going on outside. April kept clicking on her laptop frantically. “Multiple kraang sightings spotted down near the docks, it looks like they could be transporting heavy machinery.”

“Oh no. The invasion!” Donnie gasped.

“I knew they’d be back soon!” Raph growled.

“We gotta stop them dudes!” Mikey exclaimed.

“You got that right.” Leo stood tall, addressing everyone in front of him. “Let’s go beat their sorry behinds.”

Everyone cheered and immediately rushed out of the room without a second thought, weapons in hand and gear at the ready.

Y/n exited the dojo but a moment after, admiring her new spearhead when she looked around. “Guys? Guys!?”

She walked around for a second before stopping and glancing at April’s still open laptop, pictures of kraang glaring back at her.

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“Yeah!”

“Woo hoo!”

“That was awesome!”

A mix of high-threes, fist bumps and playful shoves were passed around as April, Casey and the turtles re-entered the lair.

“Dude that was so awesome! We should totally do that next time!” Mikey pumped his fists in the air.

“Heck yeah dude!” Casey cheered “Swinging around on your kusarigama like that was the most fun I’ve had like ever!”

“Raph, the way you took down that shipment of kraang gear was incredible!” April praised.

“Aw thanks April. But can we talk about Mr hero over here!” Raph smiled brightly gesturing to Leo.

“C’mon it was nothing.” He shrugged bashfully.

“Nothing? You completely slammed those droids! We’d be dead if it weren’t for you!” Raph gave him a rough side hug before being gently pushed off.

“Okok but I couldn’t do it alone. It was Donnie who created the virus to hack into their system!” The blue eyed boy looked to his younger brother who waved him off.

“Oh Leo you flatter me.” Donnie chuckled. “But you’re right, it was totally awesome! And April, that psychic blast was incredible!”

“I don’t even know how I did it. I just felt something building up and then all of a sudden, whoosh!” She smiled, walking over to the couch.

April shut her laptop and grabbed it with ease but not before noticing something. A small pink note floated down to the floor. She picked it up, carefully examining it and all of a sudden the colour drained from her face. “Oh no. Guys, get over here now!”

Casey and the turtles ran over quick to read what was on the note.

Raph peered over her shoulder in confusion. “Hope the mission went well?”

“Y/n!” Leo gasped, causing Donnie’s face to go slack.

“Oh no.” He spoke, eyes empty.

“Do you think she’ll forgive us if we send her flowers?” Casey offered anxiously.

“Not unless we travel to an alternate universe!” April panicked.

Mikey stared at the note, a look of pure regret plastered on his face. “Sewer apples.”

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While the others were busy fighting the kraang, Y/n was busy doing her own sort of thing. Running across the rooftops of NYC to help process the overwhelming emotions filling her head.

On one hand maybe it was too serious to take the time to alert her. The kraang were moments away from invading after all and any activity from them should be considered an emergency. On the other hand it doesn’t take that long to call out a name. Even if they had called while running off.

Well maybe they did call out to her and she just didn’t hear or her phone was on silent. No, impossible. The lair walls weren’t exactly soundproof and the dojo was open so any slightly loud noise would have traveled through easily. Also she was pretty sure her T-phone didn’t even have a silent mode and even if it did, she didn’t receive any missed calls or voicemails.

So that left one of two possibilities. Either they completely forgot about her or they just didn’t want her going. Both pretty bad, one more so than the other. At least if they didn’t want her going they could provide a reason of some sort (a good one hopefully). But just forgetting she even existed especially when she was in the room with them moments before was a whole new low. How the heck did her sister of 15 years, friends of 9 years and Casey of… well… Casey didn’t really count here but still! How did they manage to forget about her so easily? And more importantly, what did this say about their relationship? Did they not view her as a valuable member of the team!? Was she really that forgettable!? Or maybe they just never wanted her around to begi-

Y/n stopped, halting in the middle of a rooftop. She glanced around cautiously, hand hovering above her yari just in case. In a flash of movements she gripped her yari, extending it and twirling around to point it at a familiar black and orange face.

“Tiger Claw.” She growled, grip tightening intensely, a perfect match to her glare.

“Little O’Neil girl.” He replied sternly. Eyes never shifting, hands never twitching.

“What do you want?” She shoved her spear further forward still getting no physical response.

“Not a fight. I only wish to understand why you are not currently with your turtle friends.” His cold stare began to falter a, still strong but showing some genuine curiosity that made Y/n lower her guard slightly.

“They left me. Went on a mission but didn’t think to let me know. And if you’re going to ask what it is, I’m not telling you.” She frowned.

“I was not concerned about that.” Tiger Claw snarled. “But it is unfortunate you were left out. Tell me, does it make you angry?”

“Yeah I’m done here.” Y/n answered, lowering her yari as she turned to walk away. “Sharing my feelings with one of Shredders lackeys? Yeah right.” She scoffed.

“Wait!” Tiger Claw caught her attention and she stopped to look back over her shoulder. “I do not wish to fight not do I plan to use the information you give me against you.” He sighed. “I am trying to be nice.”

Gen girly turned around again, hand on her hip as she stood all sassy. “And why would a crook like you try to be nice to an enemy like me?”

“We have an opening in the foot.” He announced, finally moving for the first time since she spotted him. “With Karai gone we are in need of another kunoichi with your… freedom. The only reason you aren’t dead yet is because I was asked to recruit you. And it sounds like the turtles have betrayed you, wouldn’t you like a chance at revenge?” His eyes glinted viciously in the darkness making his presence all the more intimidating.

Still, Y/n rolled her eyes and sent him a questioning look as she carefully gripped her yari. “Sure I’m upset but I’d have to get pushed aside a thousand times by those guys before even considering joining the likes of you.” She got into a better stance, talked and braver than before, eyes matching Tiger Claw’s menacing gaze. “The answer is no.”

“I will give you one more chance.” The feline growled and cracked his knuckles. “Either join us or I’ll make you.”

She held her ground. “Come get me kitty cat.”

Y/n then darted for the edge of the rooftop, running as fast as she could manage. Tiger Claw followed, unsurprisingly, and darted after her at high speeds. She kept going, leaping over rooftop after rooftop before eventually dropping off one. Tiger Claw came to a halt and closed his eyes. He sniffed the air for a second before stilling, opening his eyes again and darting down.

Y/n had only managed to round a third building before Tiger Claw came up from behind. He wasn’t close but he also wasn’t far. She tried to use his mutation to her advantage. Tiger Claw being significantly larger and undoubtedly less flexible could be put at a disadvantage if Y/n made the right moves.

She jumped up onto a fire escape and used it to run up to another rooftop, taking a second to observe the city before a large thump came from behind. She took off running again, this time in a different direction. Tiger Claw was quick to follow as they continued to cross the city. Soon enough, Y/n found her desired location. She continued across a couple more buildings before jumping off the side of one once more. What Tiger Claw couldn’t see was her jumping off a dumpster and using her yari to assist in leaping over a large patch of wet concrete. Of course he jumped after but was quick to miss the dumpster and landed directly in the middle of the concrete. Due to his weight, the tiger almost immediately found himself wedged in by the waist, struggling to move in any way.

Gen giggled victoriously. “You having trouble there Tiger Paw?”

He growled at her with rage. “Do not celebrate yet little girl. I will get out of here and when I do I will hunt you down across every inch of this city and drag you back to serve as Shredder’s slave! You have not seen the last of me!”

“Yeah I haven’t.” Gen shrugged. “But neither has that concrete.” She smiled before leaning in close to Tiger Claw’s face. “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever and I mean ever ask me to join your crummy little pity party ever again.” She stepped back, staring down at him in disdain. “Those turtles are my family, I don’t care if they forgot about me I would fight to the end for them.” She turned around, walking off before more trouble could arrive. As she went to take a step, she noticed a small peice of paper with an address written on it. She tucked away carefully before giving Tiger Claw one last glance.

“Have a good night.”

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April entered the lair the next night as usual. The turtles collectively looked up at her expectantly only to be met with sympathetic eyes.

“She isn’t coming down tonight. She hasn’t spoken to me much since last night, just dad… but I’m sure it’s fine. She’s an understanding person and there’s no way she’s that upset.”

“Dudes Y/n is hella pissed!” Casey announced while walking in. April face palmed in annoyance as he continued. “I tried talking to her at school and nothing! It’s like I didn’t even exist!”

“How do you think she felt when we ditched her?”  Raph glared.

“I feel like such a failure.” Leo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m the leader, I should be alerting everyone when we go on missions.”

“No Leo it’s my fault. I’m her sister. If anyone should have remembered it’s me.” April frowned.

“We all should have remembered!” Mikey cried. “She’s our friend, you don’t just forget a friend like that.”

“Man.” Casey fell sadly onto the couch. “We are real jerks.”

Everyone sat in silence for a moment till Donnie spoke up.

“That’s it, I’m leaving, I’m gonna go talk to Y/n.”

“Donnie just give her some space, she’ll come back on her own.” Leo reasoned.

Donnie looked back at him. “Y’know, I’d like to think I know Y/n pretty well Leo and I don’t know if she will. So I’m going.” He began walking out of the lair.

“Me too I can’t handle just waiting around.” Raph smacked his hands down and stood up, following after.

“Same here bro, we gotta go apologise.” Mikey frowned, running after the two.

Leo looked on desperately. “Guys, hold on! Ugh wait for me.” He groaned, chasing after his brothers.

Casey pointed a finger gun towards April in the, now empty, lair. “So… how about that pizza date?”

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The turtles ran across the New York City rooftops, aiming to reach Y/n’s apartment as soon as possible.

“Hey, just like a super random hypothetical  but what if she doesn’t forgive us?” Mikey pouted, looking down for a moment with droopy eyes.

“She will, eventually. It might not be tonight but we know Gen, she doesn’t hold grudges.” Leo replied assuringly.

“Yeah.” Raph agreed. “She didn’t stay mad at Casey when he broke her phone.”

“Or when her dad kept her from seeing us.” Leo pitched in.

“She didn’t even stay angry at that guy who ghosted her before prom!” Donnie remarked. “I offered to take him out but no Donatello, it’s not okay to beat up random people on the street.” His brothers sent him questioning looks. “What?”

“Dude, you so have it bad for her.” Mikey shook his head as they continued running ahead.

“I do not!” Donnie screeched, cheeks growing in colour. “I like April now.”

“And that’s somehow going even worse than before.” Raph rolled his eyes.

“Well you’re the ones who told me to get over Y/n, so I did!” He glared.

Leo gave a nervous smile and glanced away at Donnie’s comment, a memory coming to mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was night time, about a year or so before April met the turtles. Leo was sat in Y/n’s open window facing the inside of her room, legs swinging back and forth as the two talked about life.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “Love is just too weird for me. First there’s different types of love, then they each have their own names for like the amount of love you feel for someone and then there’s all this mythology about feted love, forbidden love, doomed love. It makes no sense!” He rolled his head backwards in frustration. “It’s all too complicated. I think people should just love each other and not spend their whole lives worrying about what kind of love it is, you know.”

“Yeah I get what you mean.” Y/n acknowledged. “But its complexity is kind of what makes it so amazing. It’s like how Splinter feels paternal love towards you guys, because he’s your father, and I feel familial love towards you all because you’re like my family.”

“Aw.” Leo smiled sappily.

“Yeah.” Y/n continued. “You, Splinter, Mikey Raph.”

“And Donnie.” Leo added.

“Right, yes, Donnie.”

“You don’t love Donnie?” Leo leaned forward, brown raised curiously.

“Well I mean I do just not so much family-like.” She reasoned.

“Huh?” He frowned. Y/n pulled Leo down closely and began so speak in a hushed tone.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you something Leo because you’re my best friend and I trust you.”

“Alright.” He replied, prompting her to continue.

“But you have to swear you won’t tell anyone alright, not even your brothers. Especially your brothers.” Her tone got serious, eyes narrowed sharply.

“Okay I promise. I won’t say a word.”

“No but like I need something more. Like a ninjas oath or something.” She suggested.

“I don’t think that’s even a thing.” Leo snickered.

“Well it is now, so swear it.” She pointed an aggressive finger at the bridge between his eyes, causing Leo to back up a bit.

“Okay okay. I, Leonardo Hamato, solemnly swear to not repeat a word of what you’re about to say.”

“Cool.” Y/n took a breath before looking back at him anxiously. “I like Donnie.”

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Yeah, Leo felt kinda bad for teasing Donnie to the point of believing Y/n didn’t want him. But in fairness, that was mostly all Raph. Also he took an oath so it’s not like he could tell Donnie that Y/n liked him that way, he wouldn’t betray her like that.

Everyone suddenly came to a halt as they hopped onto the next building.

“Alright, Y/n’s apartment is just up ahead. How are we gonna go about this?” Donnie looked back at the other three.

“You’re the one who took off first, how were you gonna you about it?” Raph crossed his arms and tilted his head in his usual machismo way.

“Well I didn’t really think that far ahead.” Donnie admitted.

Leo palmed his face. “Look, she’s not gonna take it well if we all go to see her at once but it also isn’t great if we go one by one like a routine. She’ll pick up on that pretty quick.”

“Well then how we go two at a time, like a tag team!” Mikey exclaimed.

“I dunno Mikey that seems a little-“

Thump

Leo stood still, the others following his actions. The four stood together, weapons raised as they waited for someone to attack.

“You guys heard that, right?” Mikey trembled.

“Yes, we all heard it. Now shut up!” Raph whispered.

A rush of wind blew past Donnie’s ear. He turned around, ready to black whatever it was with his bō but was instantly knocked onto his shell by Tiger Claw.

“Turtles.” He announced. “How lovely to see you again.”

“Tiger Claw, what do you want?” Leo snarled, keeping a closer eye on his surroundings.

“Nothing more than your attention.” The Tiger smirked, moving back a couple steps.

Raph looked at him with suspicion. “Our attention? What, like a distraction?”

“Agh!” Leo fell to the floor, gripping the side of his neck. The brothers surrounded him.

“Exactly.” Tiger Claw grinned.

“Leo, you good bro!?” Mikey cried out.

“I don’t know. I think Rahzar and Fishface are here. Watch out!”

Suddenly Raph was tackled from behind by Fishface and had something injected into his neck. He screamed in agony for a moment as Mikey and Donnie went back to back. They began twirling and swinging their weapons rapidly. Fishface ran at them but flinched back from their weapons.

“Mikey, whatever you do don’t stop loving. So long as we keep a strong defence Fishface can’t get to us.” Donnie briefed, rapidly spinning his staff like his life depended on it.

“That is why I am here.” A voice called from the shadows.

All of a sudden, both boys were rammed by Rahzar as he charged his way through. Mikey was quickly pinned to the floor and injected by Fishface.

Donnie attempted to fight back against Rahzar but was quickly pulled into Tiger Claw’s tight grip from behind. He struggled as much as he could but deflated once Fishface finished injecting him.

The four turtles sat on the ground in a pile, cool air waving around them as each tried to get their bearings. Leo attempted to stand but fell back down immediately. Raph’s vision began to grow spots and Mikey felt like his whole head was shaking.

“Donnie, whats happening?” He croaked.

“I’m not too sure.” Donnie rasped. “But if I had to guess, I’d say we’re being poi-p-p-poiso…” He collapsed onto the floor, bō rolling out of his hand and stopping at Tiger Claw’s feet. The rest fell unconscious quickly after, everything around them going dark.

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Y/n decided to head back to the lair that night. She was still a little, scratch that, a lot upset but it wasn’t good to dwell on it. The least she could do was stop by and try to talk things out.

Unfortunately those plans were cut short when she entered the lair and could only find two lonesome humans, wrapped up in their devices.

“Ahem.” She announced, getting the two to turn their heads and notice her presence.

“Y/n! You’re here? Uh shoot! I should call the guys, they just went out to talk to you.” April rambled, whipping out her T-phone.

“You doing okay?” Casey asked, expressing far more sympathy than normal.

“Yeah I’m good.” Y/n mumbled.

“Uh oh.” April gasped and continued frantically typing on her T-phone.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n looked over to her.

“They’re not picking up!”

“None of them?” Casey leaned over her shoulder.

“None of them.” She answered back. “Y/n, maybe you could try-“

“No.” She grabbed and extended her yari. “I’m gonna go out to find them. Who knows what they’ve gotten themselves into.”

“We’ll go with you.” April stood up.

“While I appreciate it I think I need to do this myself. Trust me.”

The two held each others eyes for a solid second, an exchange of understanding before Y/n turned and walked back into the dark sewers alone.

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Up on the surface Y/n began her search. She stuck to the shadows just in case, scouring back alleys and crawling up fire escapes. She flipped up onto the roof of a building and began to run and leap, the glow of the city overpowering the faint stars in the sky.

Each footstep was heavy, purposeful but quick. The longer she was out the faster she got. Y/n was upset, naturally, but they were still her family. If anything happened to them she’d probably go crazy. Soon enough she spotted something, a glint in the moonlight. She immediately changed course and landed a couple blocks later.

What should she find but a scattered pile of weapons. Smoke bombs and shurikens even their T-phones were sprawled out, among other things, but that wasn’t what caught her eye. No, Y/n began to panic when she saw Leo’s blades, Donnie’s bō, Raph’s sai and Mikey’s kusarigama with a nunchuck tossed next to it. It seemed the turtles, somehow, had been well and truly disarmed.

Y/n stopped to think for a moment, the likelihood of this happening at all was extremely low. Even if they lost their main weapons the chances of them losing all their weaponry was almost impossible. So maybe this wasn’t actually what it looked like. Maybe it was a trap laid out by the foot or the kraang. Tiger Claw said Shredder wanted her on their side by any means. Maybe this was how they planned to capture her.

She began to twirl her yari around, forming a shield to defend herself from any unexpected threats. Slowly, she bent down and grabbed Donnie’s bō, tucking it behind her back. Nothing. She put her yari to a stop and looked around. Sensing no lingering presence, Y/n decided to reach down and grab a smoke bomb next. Still nothing. She glanced down once more at the discarded tools before a thought crossed her mind. She reached into her pocket for a moment before pulling out the peice of paper she found the other night, noting the address. “Hold tight, I’m coming guys.“

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The warehouse was cold, damp and dark. The air was filled with a musty essence that didn’t seem to be coming from any particular source.

Donnie was the first to awake, eyelids bouncing up and down as he groggily attempted to stand. Hands on metal, head ringing with an invisible force pressing down on his temple. He looked down through blurred vision to get a sense of his surroundings.

The space was large and empty yet full of an assortment of items. Wooden crates sat stacked haphazardly in a pyramid over to one corner. Unidentifiable scraps of metal were resting in another. The floor below was rancid and filthy, likely containing patches of water or liquids of other kinds. The roof was the worst part. A combination of rotted wood and loose screws mixed with broken lights and exposed circuitry made the whole thing look like it belonged in a horror movie. Not to mention the amount of cobwebs and bugs bound to be hiding everywhere.

Donnie glanced back at the sound of groans, a sign that his brothers were coming to. It was only then that it properly registered where they were. The purple masked turtle glanced down and freaked out. His legs slipped from under him causing him to collapse directly on top of his newly awakened brethren.

“Ugh Donnie.” Leo mumbled, shoving him off by the shell.

“Sorry guys.” Donnie rubbed the back of his head in pain.

“What was that for?” Mikey squinted, eyes still adjusting to his new environment.

“Yeah and where- hey, wait! What is this? Where are we!?” Raph stood up in a split second and began banging on the bars, only just having noticed the cage they were trapped in.

“Hehehe. Hello turtles.” Rahzar’s voice rumbled from the darkness as he stepped forward confidently.

“Rahzar!” Leo called, reaching behind to pull out his katanas only to find himself empty handed.

“Looking for your swords?” Fishface smirked proudly. “Don’t bother, you won’t find them. Or your stick or your sai. We made sure to strip you of your toys, left them on the building were we caught you.”

“Why you little!” Raph shouted, smashing his shoulder against the cage in a futile attempt to break free.

“Please, rest, save your energy. You’ll be needing it.” Tiger Claw approached. “We have much planned for you four.”

“How’d this even happen. We were going after Y/n and then all of a sudden-“

“Y/n? Bahahaha!” Fishface broke down hysterically. “Last we heard you didn’t want her around. She’s with us now.” He gave a sly smile.

“No, no way. She wouldn’t!” Donnie yelled, banging his fists on the bars.

“She hasn’t joined us yet. But she will.” Tiger Claw growled, remembering the events of the previous night.

“And with you turtles out the way there’ll be no one to protect her, nothing to stop us.” Rahzar grinned menacingly.

“No.” Mikey’s gaze fell to the floor solemnly.

“But that is nothing compared to the treat we have prepared for you lot.” Fishface narrowed his eyes with a wicked tone.

“For now, we await Shredder’s arrival with the rat.” Tiger Claw spoke. “But before then, we’re free to do whatever we please.”

Rahzar chuckled, grabbing a canister of mutagen.

“Is that… mutagen?” Leo questioned.

“Good eye.” Rahzar grinned, carefully opening the mutagen canister.

“You turned us into freaks!” Fishface screamed. “Time to return the favour.”

Rahzar pushed the mutagen forward in front of Mikey’s face forcing him to lean back. He withdrawed it with another chuckle, the three mutants stepping away with dark expressions.

“Enjoy this moment turtles, it will only get worse from here.” Tiger Claw growled before finally backing off, leaving the brothers alone.

“We’re gonna be turned into double mutants!” Mikey cried, falling onto the floor of the cage with a dramatic thud.

“Us? What about Y/n!? They’re gonna force her to be a foot soldier!” Donnie shouted, panicking like a madman.

“Did we miss him mentioning Shredder going after splinter? And how about Casey and April? Are they hurt too? Did the foot manage to get to them?” Leo freaked.

“This wouldn’t have happened if we’d just- ugh!” Raph yelled and punched the bars of the cage, barely forming a dent.

“Yeah.” Donnie sighed. “If we hadn’t left Y/n we would have never been caught like that.”

“Wait, before we passed out you said something. Like we were being poisoned! Agh, we’re gonna die of poison!” Mikey screamed, flailing his hands around.

“We’re not dying!” Leo shouted. “At least, I don’t think we are.”

“No Leo’s right.” Donnie agreed. “The initial effects seemed to have worn off now. I suspect we were actually injected with some kind of sleeping agent to slow us down and prevent any resistance when we were being attacked.” 

The three brothers stared at him for a moment before Raph clapped is hands. 

“Well that’s great Donnie, glad you figured that out. Now if you don’t mind can we please focus on how to get out of here!”Raph screamed in his face.

“What was that.” Rahazar muttered.

The four turtles went quiet, watching as their captors walked around cautiously.

“What’s going on?” Mikey whispered.

“I don’t know Mikey, why don’t you ask them?” Leo rolled his eyes.

“Okay. Hey Rahzar, Fishfa-“ Raph quickly smacked his hand over Mikey’s mouth.

“What are you doing you idiot!” He hissed.

“Leo told me to ask them!” Mikey retorted after finally freeing his mouth.

Donnie smacked his palm against his forehead, glancing back at the three henchmen. “Seriously though, what is going on with them.”

Leo sat in thought for a brief moment before his eyes flickered. “No, I hear it to. Listen.”

The turtle brothers remained silent as the sound of pattering feet became more audible. Donnie glanced up and saw a shadow dash across the blurred yellow plastic that formed certain sections of the roof.

A second passed before a massive smash erupted, alerting everyone to a nearby window. And who would jump out but the one and only Y/n O’Neil.

Her usual pink bandana was now tied around her face as a mask, revealing the typically hidden eye holes.

“Oh Tiger Claw!” She called, storming into the warehouse with a passion. Every step held a level of confidence only achievable with subsequent anger, moving at the rhythmic speed of a fast-paced song. Tiger Claw, Fishface and Rahzar all stared down at her, surrounded by an army of footbots.

Fishface smirked. “Well well well. Look who it is. The useless one came to pay a visit.”

“Dudes look.” Mikey nudged his brothers. “It’s Y/n, she came to save us!”

“I dunno Mikey she looks more like she’s ready to kill us.” Raph frowned, watching the scene go on below.

“Wait a second.” Leo looked closely through the cage bars. “Are those our weapons!?”

Sure enough, Y/n had each of the turtles weapons on her. Leo’s katanas slid in front of Donnie’s bō. Mikey’s nunchaku were tucked away on her right and Raph’s sai on her left.

“She’s going to get herself killed!” Donnie shrieked, hands holding his head in a panic.

Tiger Claw growled, still angered from last night’s events. “I will make you join us by any means necessary.”

Y/n sighed, eyes turning a ghostly white. “No. You really won’t.”

Immediately footbots came running forward. She twirled her yari and swiped at a few before shrinking it and tucking away. She kicked the next two bots before ducking down as another went tumbling over her head. She quickly grabbed one of the sai and turned around, stabbing the bot in the head. She then threw a series of ninja stars that decommissioned another three footbots while she pulled out Donnie’s staff to whack away another group.

The brothers watched from their cage. “Wow Splinter was right.” Raph’s eyes widened in surprise. “She really is versatile.”

Y/n kicked away more footbots before turning and throwing Leo’s sword to impale another on the wall. She sliced two more with the second katana before running and snatching back the first one. She sheathed his swords behind her again as she narrowly dodged another footbot’s attacks. She then whipped out Mikey’s nunchaku and transformed it into his kusarigama, using it to swiftly tangle the bot before kicking it down and slicing off its head.

Y/n finally took a breather, but quickly backed into something stiff. She heard a growl and turned around to find Rahzar’s disgusting grin. “Huh, I was wondering when you were going to join the fight.” She mused before throwing a smoke bomb in his face. Rahzar rawed at the top of his lungs while Gen took the opportunity to tie the kusarigama around his feet and topple his down. She beat him a couple of times with Donnie’s staff before running off. She quickly grabbed a stray brick off the ground and hauled it at his face, knocking him out cold.

The sound of yelling came from behind but Fishface didn’t get much of a chance to attack as she quickly stuck up a fist, hitting him in the face. She twisted around and kicked him in the stomach before dropping down and gripping one of his robo legs. She lodged one of Raph’s sai into the joint where his left leg connected to the main compartment.

“Get off you annoying child!” Fishface tried shaking her off but she remained attached.

“Not a chance.” Y/n spoke, eventually twisting the sai enough to break off the leg, leaving him toppled on the ground. Y/n quickly fought off a couple more oncoming bots before slamming Mikey’s nunchaku against the wall, causing debris to fall down from the and upper edges of the wall, properly trapping Fishface on the floor.

Last was Tiger Claw who wasted no time in launching at her side. “Why don’t you just give up now? No one has defeated me. Not Shredder, not Karai and certainly not you.”

Y/n glared up at him while taking a few steps back. “Don’t worry Tiger Paw. I don’t need to defeat you, I just need an easy way up.”

He shook his face in confusion before getting back into his fighting stance. But just as he lunged forward to deliver his next blow Y/n jumped up. She kicked off the wall and landed on top of his head, running and leaping off it to reach the turtles' cage for a brief moment, swiping a gloved hand across the bars.

She landed back down in a somersault and pointed her yari back at Tiger Claw, fierceness in her eyes.

“Woah that was so cool!” Mikey gushed. “She was like flying.” His eyes sparkled as he reached for the bars Y/n had touched only to get slapped back by Donnie.

“Do not touch that!” The purple turtle screamed.

“Ow! Why!?” Mikey complained, rubbing his sore arm.

“See the glove Y/n just threw to the floor?” The other turtles leaned over Donnie’s shell to get a look.

“It has some weird looking water on it.” Raph pointed out only for Donnie to face palm.

“That’s not water Raph it’s sulfuric acid.” Donnie walked over to inspect the bars at a distance. “She must of taken some from my lab and rubbed it against the bars to corrode the metal! Genius!”

Meanwhile, Y/n was still busy avoiding swipes from Tiger Claw’s blade. The remainder of the footbots were long defeated, leaving just the two against each other. She eventually used Leo’s katana to counter him and scattered his sword to the other end of the room. He growled furiously before pouncing on her. She held him steady, back planted against the floor as Leo’s katana kept his jaws away.

“You insolent girl!” He shouted. “Shredder will have your head for this!” Her eyes darkened as she lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye.

“Oh buddy I don’t think you understand. If I ever see Shredder again, I’m gonna be the one taking heads!” With that she grabbed the small vial of sulfuric acid she took from Donnie’s lab and threw the remainder of it at his face. Tiger Claw recoiled in anguish allowing Y/n to push off the ground causing him to stumble backwards.

He launched at her again but this time she blocked and shoved him with Donnie’s bō, turning around and using one hand to toss Leo’s sword up towards the cage.

“Duck!” Leo shouted, leading the four of them to crouch down with their hands over their heads. The sword slammed against the corroded bars and broke them with ease, giving the turtles an easy escape. 

Y/n pointed the bō at Tiger Claw’s chest. He clutched his right eye in pain as his left hand struggled to swipe at her to no avail. She carefully pushed him with the bō towards one of the windows, where he soon crashed through and fell out of the building. Y/n looked down to see if he was still in commission only to find his burnt face and unconscious body laid out atop a, now crushed, dumpster.

The four turtles hopped down one by one, shamefully avoiding her eyes. Y/n tossed each of them their weapons before retying her bandana around her head.

She walked past them towards the exit as Donnie turned to her with a weak smile. “You wore your mask.”

Y/n didn’t return the look, keeping her gaze straight ahead with a dulled expression. “Yeah, I did.” She stopped for a moment to look at the ground before looking ahead again. “I’m glad you guys are ok.” She kept moving after that, not bothering to look back.

Mikey sighed, his arms drooping. “Dudes, we totally messed up.”

“You got that right.” Raph commented with his arms in their usual cross.

“We gotta figure out a way to make it up to her.” Leo clenched his fists before releasing them loosely.

“I don’t know if we can.” Donnie muttered, a mix of hurt and guilt filling his brain.

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Shredder’s lair was eerily quiet. Stone walls dripping with the pain of a thousand men. Tiger Claw hesitantly took a step forward, bowing in his usual manner before the throne. “Master shredder, I regret to inform you that the mission was a failure. We successfully captured the turtles but the pink O’Neil girl was able to free them.”

“It is alright Tiger Claw.” Shredder huffed, standing up from his hardened seat. “It pains me to say I too was unsuccessful. The turtles grow stronger every day as do their allies. Perhaps it is time we began seeking some external assistance.”

Tiger Claw’s eyes went wide, a look of apprehension crossing his face. “Surely you are not considering-“

“I will not determine it as of now.” Shredder raised his hand. “But as it stands, we are failing on our own. We could use the help from something more alien.”

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The walk back to the lair was painfully quiet, no one dared to say anything more after their departure from the warehouse.

The boys eventually reached the familiar entrance where they found April and Casey anxiously waiting on the couch.

April looked up and a wave of relief washed over her. “You guys are ok!” She ran over to give them all individual hugs. “Splinter’s back and resting in his room.” They all let out a sigh of relief as April kept talking. “I thought for a moment that the foot had actually caught you all for good.”

Leo looked up in confusion. “Didn’t Y/n tell you we were ok when she got back?”

“We haven’t seen Y/n since she left to get you guys. She came back grab some things but hasn’t returned. I don’t know where she is.” April announced with worry. 

The brothers each exchanged anxious glances but Donnie faltered for a moment.

“You guys go ahead and get patched up, I need to check on something real quick.”

Casey hopped up and watched Donnie as he ran off. “He’s going to find Y/n?”

“He’s going to find Y/n.” April and the remaining three turtles spoke together.

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Donnie treaded lightly on the sewer pavement, allowing the faint sound of tears to guide him.

He soon found her, body crumpled and curled in on itself as she violently cried into her arms. The sight was enough to break him.

“Hey Y/n, you ok?” Donnie stepped cautiously towards her.

“Donnie just go.” She waved him off, only for him to stand his ground.

“No! I want to know what’s going on.” He pleaded. “Now are you ok?”

“No. Of course I’m not ok!”

Y/n cried from her spot on the floor, sobbing as the sewer water flowed by.

“Mind telling me what’s wrong?”

Donnie asked gently as he moved to sit down beside her.

“I just… I feel so selfish and stupid. And I hate you all but I also don’t. I can’t. And on top of it all I-I think I’m jealous of April!” She let out a shaky breath. “How pathetic is that? My own sister! I’m a horrible sister.” Covered her face with her hands continued to sob.

“Don’t say that, you’re an amazing sister.” Donnie peeled back her hands, getting her to look at him. “You’ve fought off foot soldiers for her, stood by her side when no one else could, heck you even took on the kraang alone just to keep her safe!”

“That doesn’t make it any better.” Y/n looked away, gaze returning to the water.

Donnie leaned on his shoulders as he watched his reflection in the water beside hers. “Why are you feeling jealous?”

“No, it’s so embarrassing.” She leaned back, face contorting in shame.

“Gen, you’re talking to the king of embarrassing. Trust me whatever you’re bottling up is nowhere near as bad as the stuff I’ve done.” He gave her a reassuring smile, prompting her to speak.

“I’m jealous that… she’s spending more time with you guys.” Y/n reluctantly let out.

“O-oh. Oh.” Donnie’s eyes widened in shock. Y/n looked down at her feet, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes as she spoke with a cracked voice.

“I just- you were all like my family, my escape. I could just come down here and pretend my normal life didn’t exist. And you know at first I thought April knowing about you all was great, finally I don’t have to keep my two lives separate but I’m starting to think maybe I liked it better that way. I know there was no avoiding it and I know this has turned out better for everyone. You, April, your brothers heck even your dad seems happy to have someone new to train. But I just keep feeling like the more time she spends here, the more my worlds keep clashing, the more I’m getting replaced.” She frowned at the floor.

“Y/n, you’re not getting replaced that’s not happening.” Donnie sternly replied.

“Really?” Y/n croaked. “Because last I checked, you all made the decision to go on a mission last night without me. What, did you just forget I was there? That I was literally a room away? Or maybe you just forgot I exist at all!”

“I… I’m sorry. That wasn’t cool of us. It’s been really tense since our trip to dimension x and I guess we all just kinda saw red and ran. We should have waited, or let you know. We shouldn’t have just ignored you like that. Besides, it was a kraang mission and you know April’s psychic abilities help with that.” Donnie tried to reason, hands making gestures all around the place.

“But that’s it!” Y/n snapped. “When she finally masters ninjitsu and becomes a proper kunoichi what use will you all have for me? You have a ninjitsu master, four highly-trained turtle ninjas and a psychic kunoichi. You’re smart, Raph’s strong, Mikey’s creative and Leo leads. My thing was the whole human situation, my topside access and insider knowledge. But then you had April getting that to you. So my thing became my skills, protect April on the surface so we can search for more in-depth intel. But then, of course, she started training and can now solo Karai. So where does that leave me? I have literally nothing else to bring to the team, I’m completely useless and the worst part is that the one place I could go to escape this all is the centre of it!”

Y/n began to break down into more tears. Eyes getting red and sore as she desperately rubbed them.

“You ever wondered why I wasn’t totally distraught about my dad being turned into a mutant? It wasn’t because of how long I’ve known you guys, though I’m sure that helped, it was because he and I were never close. He and April are both into science and I’m into whatever this is!” Y/n angrily threw her yari across the stream making it smack against the opposing wall before resting on the ground. “I never felt like I could connect with him when I was younger so I stopped reaching out. What I didn’t expect was for him to stop reaching out to me aswell. That’s how I found you guys, that’s how I ended up here because I didn’t have a home or a family! Just April, a shell of a dad and that stupid boring apartment! I just want a place, you know? I-I don’t have one with April and my dad heck, he didn’t even notice all those times I disappeared as a kid. I don’t have one on my mum’s side because lucky me, second born, I was spared the one thing that could’ve connected me to my mother! I don’t have a place at school and now I don’t even have a place here. A-and when you’ve spent your whole life trying to fit in somewhere only to get pushed out at the last second, you’re left with no options. None! I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Donnie stared at Y/n in shock, his typically fast brain slowing down till it almost reached a stop. It didn’t take long before tears began to well in his eyes too, chest getting heavy.

“Y/n I… I’m so sorry. If I knew you even felt that way in the slightest I, well I don’t know what I would’ve done but I would’ve talked to you a lot sooner about it. Please, trust me when I say you do have a place here. You keep us all together. Remember when we were younger and Splinter would yell at my brothers and I for the dumbest stuff? You were the one who spoke to him and got him to calm down and apologise. When April wasn’t willing to talk to us you’re the one who bridged the gap and kept us all in line. If it weren’t for you we probably wouldn’t have even known April and your father were attacked and this whole kraang thing would’ve blown completely over our heads. Not to mention, you’ve saved my brothers and I from some of our worst moments. You call us out and that means we can see how we’re hurting one another and stop. You’re everything to this team, to this family.” Y/n gave a soft smile and turned to face him. Donnie paused, centring himself before he continued. “Look I should also apologise for-“

“No need. That already made me feel a lot better.” Y/n cut him off with a kind gaze.

“No but Y/n I really should tell you this because it’s important you know, as much as I don’t want to have to say it.” Donnie pulled back, nerves dancing around him like little bugs.

“Ok, I’m listening.” Y/n sat tall, giving him her undivided attention.

“Whew.” Donnie took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly in preparation. “I liked you before April.” A moment of silence passed, Y/n felt her entire body still as Donnie kept himself straight. “Like long before April. And I may be at fault for causing some of your feelings of replacement because truth be told I have been replacing you with her.” He looked down shamefully.

“What?” Y/n spoke, breath leaving her body.

“I know it’s messed up. I know I’m messed up. It was only a little while ago when everything kinda shifted for me. I- I was feeling insecure and the others teased me a little too hard, so I kind of came to accept that you weren’t going to feel the same way about me. I felt helpless and in my moment of despair I saw April. She was understanding and kind and ever since I guess I really have been trying to swap you guys around. The spot in the lab I use to save for you is now for April. All of our old hangout ideas like going on walks or running on rooftops is now what I do with her. She occupies your space in the shell raiser more than you do. Gosh even- even the stupid picture I had of us I replaced with one of her and I. And now I’m saying this all out loud it really sounds way worse than it did in my head. But, you deserve to know and I’m sorry.” He looked away in shame, eyes refusing to leave the floor.

“So do you actually like April or?” Y/n asked, pushing him to give her more information.

Donnie halted. “Well actually I don’t know. It wasn’t long and I’ve kind of just accepted relationships aren’t really for me so I guess not? Maybe? I don’t know!” Donnie cried, collapsing onto his shell. He sat up again, this time facing Y/n directly. “Look, point is I just didn’t want you to find this out in the middle of a fight or battle due to I dunno a truth serum or something. I wanted to tell you now, honestly, before it’s too late.”

Y/n exhaled deeply as the weight of everything set in. “It’s really messed up.”

“I know.”

“You should have just talked to me.”

“I know.”

“But that honestly makes me feel so much better.”

“I- wait what?” Donnie asked, eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Question, did Leo take part in convincing you I didn’t have any feelings for you?” Y/n asked curiously.

“Yes… why?” Donnie hesitantly responded.

“Of course he did.” Y/n sighed. “Well look if we’re going to be sharing all our embarrassing secrets today then I may as well get this last one out the way too.” Y/n closed her eyes before opening them again. “I did have feelings for you Donnie. And that was a large part of why I began to feel so deeply replaced by April. And I always thought I was being dumb and selfish but now it makes so much sense.”

Donnie gave a dry laugh and put his hands over his face. “We’re disasters, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed.

“I promise you you’re not getting replaced.” Donnie shook his head.

“And I promise you you’re not as unloved as you think you are.” Y/n smiled.

The two sat in slight awkward silence for a moment before Donnie let out an obviously forced cough.

“So uh what do we do now?”

“Probably talk it out with the whole team.” Y/n shrugged.

Donnie groaned, leaning his head back. “Looking forward to that conversation.”

Y/n snorted, covering her smile with a hand.

“So you said you like me?” Donnie glanced at her with a cheeky smile causing Y/n cheeks to turn pink.

“Donnie, I think the last thing either of us needs right now is to get into a relationship much less with each other.” She held his hands and his gaze. “I say let’s just take it slow and figure things out as they happen ok?” 

“Yeah, ok I can do that.” Donnie nodded reassuringly.

“Thanks for having my back.” Y/n pulled him in for a tight hug, head tucked under his chin.

“Always. I will always be here for you.”

🌚Cue Credits🌚

Honestly I actually love this story so much. I know there wasn’t a lot of romance but I like the little platonic friendships Y/n has with everyone else. Kind of want to write a prequel showing Y/n first meeting the turtles but who knows. And yes, I know sulfuric acid can’t corrode metal that quickly but you can’t spell sci-fi without fi. Hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨

[stellaspectral]

Take All the Time You Need (angst/fluff)

💜 ROTTMNT Donatello/Gender Neutral Reader 💜

A/N: Had this short piece sitting on my drive for a month or so now. Decided to polish it a bit and throw it up on Tumblr. tbh as someone on the spectrum myself, I really relate to Donnie’s struggles here 💔

CWs: Anxiety around touching, touch-related angst, themes of loneliness, vulnerability, consensual but hesitant touch, autistic-coded character struggles, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, ends with fluff. All characters are aged-up.

You’re sitting on the couch in the lair. Around you, everyone is busy. There’s the rattle of a spray paint can from Mikey’s corner, Raph is busy preparing food in the kitchen, and Leo is watching his favorite Jupiter Jim movie for the hundredth time.

But your attention has drifted, as it so often does, to Donnie.

You watch as Mikey zips over to you and throws his arms around your shoulders in a sudden, giggly hug. You laugh and hug him back. He’s holding a sketchbook, and he’s showing off his latest concept for another art piece. But from the corner of your eye, you see Donnie at the entrance to his lab.

He leans against the doorway and feigns disinterest, but his gaze fixes on the casual affection you’re sharing with his brother. There’s a flicker in his eyes, something sharp and longing that he quickly smothers. He pushes down his goggles and disappears back into the lab.

This isn’t the first time you’ve noticed it.

He builds walls around himself, but you’ve seen the cracks. You’ve seen how he stands just a little too close when explaining an invention, his energy thrumming with the need to connect. But he never makes contact. His hands will gesture wildly, coming within millimeters of your arm before twitching back as if burned.

He craves touch; you’re sure of it.

And the realization makes your heart ache for him.

Later, you find a reason to venture into his lab. “Hey, D? My laptop’s making that weird whirring noise again.”

He swivels around in his chair. “Ah, primitive 21st-century tech failing once more! A classic. Bring the patient to me.”

You set the laptop on his workbench, and he immediately dives in, muttering to himself about thermal paste and inadequate RAM. He explains the problem to you, using big words you only half-understand. But you listen intently because his voice is alive in a way that only happens when he’s deep in his element. It’s fast and technical, but there’s a rhythm to it, like music.

You lean on the edge of the table, watching him work. He doesn’t notice. Not yet.

When he’s finished, he leans back with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. “There. I have graced your inferior machine with my transcendent genius. It will now operate at 120% efficiency. You’re welcome.”

You grin, playing along. “Wow. So humble. I don’t know what I’d do without your transcendent genius.”

He makes a show of polishing an imaginary medal pinned to his chest. “Yes, well, some minds are simply too advanced for societal norms like modesty.”

But behind the usual bravado, there’s a flicker of something softer in his expression. Like he’s watching for your reaction more than he’s letting on.

You hop off the table, stepping beside him as you scoop up your laptop. “Seriously though, thanks, Donnie.” You pause before turning to leave, your fingers drumming idly against the metal casing. Then, before you can overthink it, you gently reach out. Just a light touch on his shoulder.

His entire body goes still.

For a split second, you think maybe you overstepped. Maybe it was too much. But he doesn’t move away. He stares straight ahead at his monitor, his eyes wide, but you know he isn’t seeing what’s on it.

“Donnie?” you ask softly, your hand still on his shoulder.

He swallows, a motion that seems to take a monumental effort. “Y-yeah?” he answers, voice thin and almost hoarse.

You don’t move your hand just yet. Not until you feel the slight shift in his posture, like he’s breathing through a storm inside him. He still won’t look at you. His eyes flicker across the screen as if hoping it will swallow him whole.

Slowly, you pull your hand back. The moment your touch is gone, he lets out a shuddering breath he was clearly holding. But he still won’t look at you. And you understand. It wasn’t that he disliked it. It was that he wanted it so much it overwhelmed him.

You stay still for a moment, giving him time—space—whatever he needs. But your gaze stays on him, soft and steady. “I’m sorry,” you say gently. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Slowly, he finally turns. His eyes meet yours, and there’s something raw there. Not anger. Not annoyance. Just fear. The fragile kind that comes from wanting something too much.

“No,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t.” He lowers his gaze again, fingers curling over the edge of the table. “It’s not that I don’t want it. I-I do. I just … I don’t know how to want it the right way. Not like everyone else.”

You step a little closer. “There’s no right way to want comfort.”

He breathes out sharply, as if your words knocked the air from him.

You leave the lab, your heart twisting with a new, fierce protectiveness.

The next evening, you find Donnie in his lab.

He’s hunched over a project, but there’s a weariness in his shoulders. You walk over, attempting to keep your footsteps light. He tenses, sensing you, but doesn’t turn around.

“Hey,” you say gently.

“Salutations,” he replies, his voice flat. He keeps his eyes glued to the mess of wires in front of him.

You stand beside him for a moment in the silence. Then you take a breath, steeling your nerves. “Donnie?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

He finally glances at you, his expression guarded. “The probability of me having an answer is high. Proceed.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

His eyes widen. All his carefully constructed defenses crumble in an instant. He just stares at you, his mouth slightly parted. You can practically see the calculations whirring behind his eyes: the risk assessment, the potential for error.

You keep your hand open and waiting, a simple, patient offer. You don’t push. You just wait.

He doesn’t speak. Not for a full ten seconds. Then, slowly, he sets down his screwdriver. His hands hover above the table, fingers flexing like he’s unsure what to do with them. His eyes dart to your open palm, then back to your face, then down again.

Then—just barely—a tremor passes through his fingers.

And he moves.

Carefully, as though the air between you is fragile glass, he lets his hand settle into yours. His palm is rough from tools and years of building and fighting. But his touch is featherlight, like he’s still half-convinced you’ll pull away.

You don’t.

Instead, you curl your fingers gently around his, and something in him visibly unwinds. His shoulders drop just a little. His grip stays hesitant, but steady. And for a moment, he says nothing.

Then, “… Is this … okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”

You feel the way his thumb shifts slightly, barely brushing over your knuckles. Like he’s memorizing the shape of your hand.

“You’re really warm,” he mutters absently, eyes now fixed on your joined hands. “Biological heat transfer. Fascinating.”

You laugh softly. “Donnie, it’s called holding hands.”

He blushes faintly. “Yes, well. Theoretically, I was aware of the concept. Practical application is … new.”

You squeeze his hand lightly. “You’re doing great.”

That earns the smallest of smiles from him. It softens his entire face, pulling the tension from his jaw, relaxing the lines around his eyes. His fingers twitch once, like he wants to tighten his grip but is still unsure if he’s allowed to.

You give his hand another soft squeeze—permission, reassurance—and finally, his fingers settle more firmly around yours. The contact, though still tentative, is more confident now. Like he’s beginning to believe you won’t vanish if he allows himself to want this.

He doesn’t speak again for a while. Neither do you.

The quiet isn’t awkward; it never is between you two. It’s still. Gentle. A kind of peace Donnie rarely lets himself sit inside. His breathing slows, the twitchy energy that usually vibrates through him tempered now by something softer.

Eventually, he leans back just enough to look at you, and his voice, when it comes, is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “Why does it feel like this?”

You tilt your head slightly. “Like what?”

He struggles to find the words. His brows pull together, frustrated with himself. “Like … like something inside me’s relaxing and panicking at the same time. But … I don’t want it to stop.”

“That’s what vulnerability feels like. It’s kind of the worst.” A small, understanding smile tugs at your lips. “And kind of the best.”

He swallows. “I’m not used to it.”

“I know.” Your thumb brushes lightly along the back of his hand, a touch so small it barely registers, but he shivers anyway. “But you’re not doing it alone.”

He exhales slowly, a sound somewhere between a breath and a sigh. His eyes drop to your hands again, to the way your fingers fit around his so naturally, as if they were made for each other.

“I ran simulations, you know,” he says quietly, almost embarrassed. “All the scenarios—predicting outcomes of physical contact with someone I trusted. The data … it’s promising, but nothing prepared me for this.”

You laugh softly, warmth threading through your voice. “You simulated hand-holding?”

“I simulate everything.” He shrugs a little awkwardly. “Especially the things I’m afraid to ask for in reality.”

You squeeze his hand gently. “Well, you’re doing great. And you don’t have to simulate this anymore.”

For a long moment, he just stares at your joined hands. Then, with surprising boldness, his free hand reaches out hesitantly and settles on top of yours, as if testing if it’s real or some trick of his imagination.

When he finally meets your eyes, there’s something almost shy about the way he says, “I think I could get used to this.”

You smile, resting your head lightly against his shoulder. “Take all the time you need.”

He lets out a breath, and the tension in his shoulders melts a little more. For once, he doesn’t need to analyze or calculate. He just lets himself be here—with you, with this quiet, simple connection.

And it’s enough.

[dancingdonatello]

please could you write about the 2012 boys x a reader WHO THINKS THEY'RE SO CUTE AND LOVES RUBBING THEIR CHEEKS AND PETTING THEM? seriously they look like green gummy balls, i want to eat their heads and chew them forever 🙏

tmmt 2012 x gn reader

Leo blushed and tried to ignore you. Couldn’t you see he was busy watching a TV show? You threw yourself over his lap, staring up at him with heart eyes. Your hands pet down over his arms down to his hands.

You were so distracting… He forced his gaze onto the screen even when you traced over his plastron. He couldn’t let you win.

“Leo…” You whined for his attention, wanting to look at his pretty eyes. “Look at me, please?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Will ya stop it?!” Raph growled out as you tugged on his cheeks. He did nothing more than gently smack your hands away each time you went to grab him, knowing if he put any more effort into his movements, it would hurt you. “You’re so annoyin’.”

Yet, despite his words, he leaned into your one hand that stroked the sharp angle of his cheek, eyes fluttering shut somehow in angry manner. You giggled at him and he shot you a halfhearted glare.

Donnie tries to act like he doesn’t crave your affection, but in reality, it’s all he can ever think about. When he’s working on the shellraiser, he thinks of your hands on his cheeks and on his neck. He thinks of you pressing kisses to his face while he works. He’s a lovesick fool.

He thinks about it so much that he ends up doing it to you when you next see each other. He cups your face and looks down at you, all affectionate. It fries your brain immediately.

Mikey nuzzled into your hands, happily staring up at you. He loved it when you got affectionate like this. He flopped on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tracing his face. He had even taken off his mask to give you more access.

“Don’t stop!” He’ll whine when you pull your hands away, grabbing your wrists and giving you his wide-teary eyed stare that always gets him what he wants. Even when your arms grow tired, you keep it up.

[eminardo]

Hugs 💙💜🧡❤️

[fishsticksloser]

Hello!!! i have an idea!!!

basically, rottmnt boys with a reader who flinches a lot around quick movements and loud noises. the boys are kind concerned at first, like they think reader was abused or smth- but they werent!! theyre just kinda jumpy

im totally not self projecting or anything

have a good day/night!!!

Flinchy

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: abuse mentioned, fluff, comfort, not written like normal headcanons, kinda short

A/N: thank you! Sorry for taking so long!

All of them worry

Raph is even more careful with his movements

Sometimes announcing his actions to make sure you don't flinch and jump

Mikey is careful too, his movements becoming slower

He is so so so so careful, wanting to make sure you're not gonna jump

Leo pretends not to notice

But he is so aware of your flinches

And is scares him a little

Donnie is very very aware though he doesn't act like it

He does tons of research

Looking for any reason for you to be so jumpy

They all have a sit down with you

Wanting to check in with you

They talk about help for abuse

Therapy, anything they can do for you

When you open up and just say you're jumpy

They all kinda freeze

What do they do?

They feel a huge sense of relief,

Each of them letting out a heavy sigh

They're still careful

But they're glad they aren't triggering anything

[tammyu-2]

hiiii. can you write hc for the turtles (if you do) for femreader with large breasts, like larger than normal, and has neck, shoulder, back pains, etc. with either rise or 2012 pleaseeee?? feel free to ignore, loves ya<33

Oookey however I won't do Mikey. I hope that's okay with you

2012 TMNT WITH A S/O THAT HAS BIG BOOBS

Some vulgar innuendos, sorta perverted on raphs side, trying to make this kinda pg but not that much, swearing, feminine pronouns

Let's hop right into it!

LEO

When Leonardo first caught had his eye on you he didn't really think much of it. He wasn't really the type to go for those physical attributes and more or less your smile would catch him before your tatas.

I think if he gets to a point where his crush is so bad then he will probably fantasize you with your boobies. Like full on dreaming about holding you as he used your built in pillows while you cuddle watching his favorite action show.

When you two stated dating it's a bit more..noticed. Especially since you often jump around whenever you see him because your excited to see your boyfriend. And since you've grown to ignore your jugs bouncing you barely take note... Leo however prays for forgiveness at even the slightest peak that happens to last longer than 10 minutes.

"Leo my eyes are up here."

Leo calmly looks up at you as if he hadn't felt like he was sinning hard as hell right now

"That is exactly what I'm looking at starlight.."

Whenever you wear boob windowed tops of revealing cleavage outfits it doesn't go unnoticed. He tends to be more clingy with you without trying to. It's just a natural response for him!

However, as much as you were blessed- it also had its flaws. Like the endless amount of back pain, you felt like you were a camel in the dessert carrying a heavy ass man. You tend to complain about it alot and Leo does small things like leaving extra pillows on the couch before you arrive and asking you to lie on your back alot when cuddling him. He makes sure there's heating pads at your disposal and little things like that.

"We all set for movie night?"

"...can I have another pillow-"

Not even waiting for the words to finish falling from your mouth. Leo tucks a fluffy pillow under you.

"Better?"

"Much."

He avoids touching them out of showing respect for you. Even if you say it's fine- this baby boy is NOT doing that. His papa raised a gentleman.

DONNIE

When Donnie first had his eye on you ofcourse he took in everything about you. That includes your girls. I feel like he would be the type to draw overly dramatic anime styled sketches of him saving you with you tatas doubled. When you jump? Honey listen to me.. when you feet touches the ground so does the back of his head...

They jumpscare him. Like he could be not paying attention and you appear out of nowhere and he visibly jumps at the sight of them suddenly entering his peripheral vision.

When you two start dating he is still the way he is. Just toned down. Like he is still overly flustered when they jiggle alot and he is still blushes madly at the mere MENTION of them. But he is controlled a little to a different degree.

If you wear cleavage revealing outfits then you best believe his nose be bleeding every single time. Even if it's the same outfit you wore 3 times in a row. He is GONE. If he ever gets the chance he will sit down and praise then for an hour and a half- summarized.

If you complain about your pain of having constant melons to carry around like a pregnant lady but longer than 9 months. Then our little genius will get to work. He will create gadget and gizmos. He will also leave around body pain medication and heating pads for you. He will also give you snacks thinking that sometimes it might be your menstrual cycle.

"Vuala! I present to you this magnetic gift for you darling!"

"Donnie this is a corset?"

"Not just any corset but the world's first ever comfortable corset. It is embroidered with built in cushioning along with a flat like table to rest your....assests on to. Gently gving you stylish fashion AND giving you comfort that a bra could do but better!"

".... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU IN THE VICTORIAN ERA-"

Please let him sleep on them... he litrally is on cloud 9- like it's marshmallows but better. He would 100% Hint at it because he's too shy to ask upfront ot he will go full on 2018 Y/N on you.

"C-c-c-c-a-a-"

"Just lie down Donnie.. "

RAPH

We all know where this is going right? It's bright as day. The first that caught him about you were your little friends, thing 1 and thing 2, and he is SHAMELESS. You guys aren't even dating and he is relentless with it.

"I have a secret talent."

"Oh yeah what's that?"

"I can guess any girls bra size all you have to do is just jump"

"I'd rather jump off a bridge."

"Can I record it atleast? We can do it like a topless-"

"RAPH SHUT UP!"

Your taste is questionable. And you two end up dating. Now it gets worse because before it was sorta empty promises. Now there's nothing TO promise cause he knows he can anyway.

He will wrap his arm around you wast and just grab them like stress balls. He will put his face in it after a long day of being a ninja. He will just grab one to feel the warmth of it.

He cat calls you whenever you wear revealing clothing that show of the powerpuffgirls. Like full on construction worker type cat calling. He will get you attention and just stare. Your eyes are up where? No silly they are down here.

Whenever you have pain her doesn't know what to do cause he normally isn't good with being sympathetic. So he asks april bluntly which leaves him with a slap to the face and a scolding on manners. He will get you heating pads and pain meds but that's all. Other than ofcourse-

"Ugh my back is sore.."

"You want me to hold them for you?"

I don't feel comfortable doing Mikey sorry...

Hope you guys enjoyed that I'm going to try post 2 more but here is some food for yall. Once I finish Monkie Kid I will add that onto my masterlist and you guys will now have the option of request cookierun kingdom!

Okay baiiiii

~Tammy<3

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