#tmnt drabble

[tmntxthings]

一∑From the Start・゜・。

author’s notes: scurries in from the darkness, throws this > 💣 < out into the light, and runs back for cover 💥

warnings: unedited, angst, drabble, unrequited love, pining, daydreams, cliffhanger

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When Leo invited you down to the lair to hang out, you had thought maybe it would be a movie thing. Or perhaps even going to the ramp room, chatting while he practiced skateboarding tricks that almost always ended badly with bruises. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dragged you into the kitchen to whip up something to eat or just snack on whatever the two of you could find.

But no, instead, he led you to his room, with a skip in his step. When you questioned why it had to be just the two of you. Why all of his brothers were rolling their eyes in Leo’s direction. He just shook his head, “I can’t tell anyone else! You’re the only one I can trust!” It was then, that you had a sinking feeling.

This scenario had happened before. Many times actually. You glanced back at the bros, exasperated already and you hadn’t even heard anything yet. But you knew.

Once in his room, Leo let go of you, and jumped face first into his bed. He let out a dramatic screech, kicking to boot before he turned to the ceiling and announced, “I’ve got a crush,”

You held back a sigh as you walked over to the only chair in his room. Pulled it out from under the desk, and sat, getting ready for the long haul. “Who and how?”

He really hadn’t even needed the question. He was off to the races explaining exactly how he had met ~them~ and all the moments after, from whence his heart first skipped a beat, the beauty that they hold, how they laugh at all his jokes. Your eyes clouded over.

This was pure torture. As your eyes unfocused, you let your train of thought wander away from Leo’s babbling fancies. Truly you’d lost count of how many times this had happened before. It was always the same things that made his heart flutter. That made him go crazy, so much so, that he’d tire out his brothers from all the lovesick shenanigans and bring you into the mix.

Which was like listening to chalk squeak against a chalkboard. Shrill and grating. If you didn’t tune it out, you’d go crazy yourself. Because it was despicable to listen to your own crush, talk about how much they wanted someone else.

For a second, you could just blink, look over at him, and pretend he wasn’t saying anything of consequence. “Blah blah blah,” his mouth moved, but you weren’t listening. That was better. It was unfair how pretty he could be. Especially when he was happy, especially when he was falling hard. The way he smiled, how his eyes shined. His hands couldn’t stop moving, he just had to animate with his whole body about how he felt. Your knee started to bounce. He was being cruel and he didn’t even realize it.

It wasn’t fair. But then again, how would he ever know unless you told him? You imagined what it would be like. To interrupt him. To confess your love. He’d probably laugh in your face. Ha what a great joke Y/n, now get real and back to my love crisis. That’s what he’d say. Or something along the lines of it.

But sometimes you could imagine him pausing completely. Getting taken so off guard that he no longer had the words to respond. That maybe he’d look at you with a different light. So maybe that was why you did it. On the off chance that, maybe, Leo had always harbored something for you too. Just deep down! So deep that he felt the need to hide it with all of these other so called crushes.

“Leo!”

He blinked and sat up from where he had been laying, interrupting his tangent.

“What?!”

Straightforward. That would be the best route.

“I like you.” Your eyes were steady, yet your heart raced. It was thundering in your chest as you watched one of his brow bones raise.

“I like you too Y/n” he said so as if it was obvious. Which meant he was misunderstanding.

“No no, not like that. I like you.” You strained with the emphasis as you willed his thick skull to understand. And it must’ve gotten through because his eyes widened just a bit.

“You like me?” He questioned, sitting up even straighter than before. Now you had his attention. And you could feel sweat building up in your palms as you nodded seriously.

“But, we’re best friends..” and you could’ve let that shoot you down. But you continued on. Getting up from your spot, from the single chair, and making your way over to him. Despite how every step made you second guess yourself. Despite thinking maybe it was a better idea to just run out of his room. Or to just settle for the friendship you thought you had wanted.

But you pushed through it all as you sat down next to him. “We are. You’re my best friend Leo. And I, maybe I’m greedy, but I can’t help it. I’ve liked you for so long now. And I don’t think I can just sit idly by anymore.”

You took a breath, palms closing into fists. Eyes closing because if he was going to reject you, it’d be better to not see the pity on his face. You piped up once more before he could say anything, “Every time you talk about your crushes, I can’t help but think, but wish, that it were me! And every time you get over one, I get ahead of myself, I hope that maybe, one day, you’ll look at me differently!”

There was so much you could say. So many different ways to say it. But that was the gist. “That… you’ll like me like that. That you’ll return the feelings I’ve felt for you,” you blew out a breath. Then looked into his eyes.

Leo was rarely ever serious but he was now. “I never knew…” he said softly after a moment of silence. Of taking in all that you had revealed. You nodded not knowing what that meant for your relationship with him now. And the fear of losing him forever leaked onto your face. His eyes softened, a green hand going out to cup your cheek.

“I wish I’d known sooner,” and with that he brushed a finger against your skin. He looked down at your lips as they parted with a shocked breath. He smirked, as only Leo could, and leaned down with a silent question that had you tilting your head to give him better access to your lips.

“Y/n are you even listening to me?”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were in the single chair.

“Hello! Earth to Y/n, this is like the biggest moment of my life, I’m telling you I think they may be the one!! Come on focus!!”

Right. You straightened up, crossing a leg over the knee that wouldn’t stop bouncing.

“Sorry, go on,”

And he blinded you with that smile as he retold all of the sickening things that made him so endeared to his crush. If only it wasn’t so endearing to you.

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This ↓ is why this ↑ came about :D

[thepinkpanther83]

The Resonance Series (Masterlist)

Bayverse TMNT x Female Reader

Main Masterlist

Find me on AO3.

Read this story on AO3.

Prompt: @thelaundrybitch came up with this June 2025 TMNT prompt. The turtles have, and continually practice a "Turtle Song." Their mate(s) or potential mate(s) is/are the only human who can hear/react to said song. That's how they know that person is "The One."

Note: These are one big interconnected story, to get the full plot scope you need to read them all in order.

Resonance Series on AO3 The Harmonic Equation (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Donatello) * Chapter One: "Frequency Unknown" * Chapter Two: "Harmonic Anomaly" * Chapter Three: "A Song For Two" * Read on AO3 The Feral Harmony (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Raphael) * Chapter One: "Discordant Duet" * Chapter Two: "Reverb of Fate and Fire" * Chapter Three: "Dissonance and Desire" * Chapter Four: "The Savage Interval" * Read on AO3 The Silent Duet (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Leonardo) * Chapter One: “The Muted Muse” * Chapter Two: “Nocturne for the Marked” * Chapter Three: “The Echo Labyrinth” * Chapter Four: “The Siren’s Pulse” * Chapter Five: “The Rising Crescendo” * Chapter Six: “Clash in C Minor” * Read on AO3 The Golden Melody (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Michelangelo) * Chapter One: “The Lonely Frequency” * Chapter Two: “Signal and Static” * Chapter Three: “The First Duet” * Chapter Four: “Resonant Heat” * Chapter Five: “The Siren Signal” * Chapter Six: “The Wild Note” * Chapter Seven: “Harmonic Resolution” * Epilogue: “Symphony of Four” * Read on AO3

Reading Order For Resonance Series

1. The Harmonic Equation 2. The Feral Harmony 3. The Silent Duet 4. The Golden Melody

[alltheyearsblog]

The Pay Up

There was a soft rapping on the door. Leo barely looked up from the waste basket he was hugging. 

“How ya feeling, bud?” Raph leaned against the door frame, an amused little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“My stomach hurts.” Was what Leo could grit out, feeling another roll of nausea. He curled over tighter, waiting. 

A huff from Raph. “I bet. Was cramming that last chili dog worth it?” 

Leo answered into the waste basket. 

When it passed, he looked, breathing through his discomfort. “Not having to hear Mike brag? Always.” 

Raph just howled with laughter. 

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Snap. (may change later :)

-This is just a quick scene, an experiment with our dear Leo and his dear son. If you're curious about this Oc, I made an earlier post about him a while ago. This may be changed later, I tried drawing it and then I was writing so.. Im still working on how to have Leo as a character, so if its off base lemme know ;) I know your not a Leo gal but.. @redsrooftopprincess just wanna share..I will stop tagging you if it annoys you :V your writing is just awesome so-

(I hardly write scenes, so if this feels rushed. SOrry. Also angst. No fluff on this one Ya'll.)

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Mucha was staring down hard at the flooring of the dojo, his tired muscles now shaking and aching. His father’s massive form looming over him. Leonardo was seated of course, his steely eyes closed in deep concentration, one who didn't know the mutant would think he was deep in meditation. Curved into a perfect form for the clearing of the mind, Mucha knew the older mutant very well however. He saw the taunt balled muscle of his Master’s shoulders. The hard line of his face, deep breathes too deep to be calm. More acquainted with trying to be. Trying to stitch together his worn thin threaded patience. Mucha knew look intimately, and his mind would not calm. A torrent of nerves rattled and washed his brain as he held his own seated position. Dirt and scratches littering his hide stinging sharply, with every twitch of his overworked flesh. His gaze had flickered to his father’s face after being sat down. He had grown too anxious to stare at the older turtle’s prized teapot. It had long grown cold. His father’s cup was still full, untouched through the night. “You're supposed to have your eyes closed,” A solitary brilliant blue eye opened, Mucha almost choked. “Or will you be breaking those simple rules too?”  Leonardo’s voice cut deeper than his twin blades ever could, any bit of composure that Mucha had was flayed away. “D..dad I'm sorry-” Leo’s fists clenched, brow bunching. “Do not ‘sorry’ me Mucha! You,” A deep breath through his nose, " broke the only rule I gave you.” Mucha bit his tongue to suppress his choked noise of guilt. “A rule I made you swear to, if you were going to take your cousin’s on patrols. What was it again Mucha?” Leonardo tilted his head, anger coating his words in a lowly growl. The young turtle whimpered softly, guilt clogging his throat. “Dad let me- Say. It.” With a shaky breath, Mucha forced out, “Never stay out past four, but Dad-” Leo interrupted him, “The only one, and you broke it! To what? Take a peak at a human?” Mucha opened his beak to argue, that the pretty redhead was more than just a ‘human’. His father blocked the response. “Oh no, I'm sorry, to chase after a human girl endangering your cousins,” Leo’s voice grew angrier with every syllable. “ Almost getting Maddie KILLED.” Mucha winced hard, Madonna's crumpled form flitting across his mind. “Over a crush?!” Leo was losing his temper, now frustration surfacing in a boil. Leonardo’s young son bowed his head, face and eyes burning. If he could just understand. Leo took a deep breath rubbing his temples, while something akin to anger began to overwhelm Mucha’s earlier guilt. His brow furrowing in memory of the girl’s soft crying. His promise to protect her. “Fathe-” “No stop, I don't want your excuses.” While Leonardo’s anger began to temper and harden. Mucha curled his beak into a scowl.

 “Nothing will change the fact you left the lair”, 

To save

“To go and see,”

 My friend

“a human you had no business interacting with! If she had seen you-..” Something flashed across Leo’s face, something that cracked that anger. Slowly his lead gaze narrowed on the new wounds his son had gained. Mucha’s scowl deepened, Leo’s face hardened. “Don't act like such a child, just because you got caught.” Leo leaned back, his breaths evening. “Pouting will just add to your punishment.” Mucha opened his beak once more, gaze pleading. “Nope, you're in trouble kid. No getting out of it.” “Dad-” Urgent and eyes glassy he tried again. “Enough, I won't hear it. You're not weaselling out of this.” Leo stood easily rolling his shoulders, face showing disappointment in his child’s seeming protests. Mucha felt the tears agonise his eyes at the expression, he hated that look. He just wanted to explain. But his Father had no care for it. That hurt. Rage snapped in his throat as Leo smirked. Condescendingly. “Not fun being a punk huh?” The jerk's smile dropped. “Maybe you’ll think about it next time, before you drag your cousins on some venture. Right at dawn may I add.” There was coldness glinting in the mutant’s eyes, Mucha felt the hurt filled frustration run over. It coated his heart, drowning his guilt at disobeying. The pain of disappointing the most important person in his life. Of Dad not listening, never listening. He felt an angry sob tear from his throat. Leo stiffened. Tears overflowed and Leo sighed softly. “Mucha-OH FUCK YOU!” Leo blanched. Mucha strained to stand, the sixteen year old’s legs trembling from jumping and climbing for hours on end.  Three fingered fist clenched and breathing heavy Mucha began, and demanded his Father’s attention this time…

[kursedmayo]

Rottmnt Highschool AU where Donnie is a Rich Nerdy Bully and Reader is just a Poor Jock trying to get that sports scholarship for college because admittedly not the best at academics. Donnie ends up "jokingly" bullying Reader as a badly executed way to banter with them but since theyre not really close friends Reader thinks hes legitimately bullying them.

It ends up being SUCH a slow burn because he thinks theyre so cool and wants to befriend them so bad but Reader HATES him viscerally because of everything he has that they dont (i.e money, smarts AND athletism, money, a close family, good connections, and did I mention money?).

It got so bad that the other Hamatos literally has to step in and help Donnie before he makes it worse with his crush. Yes, including the ghosts. He's that much of a (bi) disaster 💀💀

[tervaneula]

These peepaws GAY

[3mz0mbi3]

── ๑ ֹ ₊ ᐟᐟ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐓𝐌𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝐊𝟏𝟐 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ‧₊

The wind hit my face hard every time I pushed my body forward to accelerate. I felt the thrill rush through me like electricity, but it couldn't compare to the feeling I got from admiring that beautiful orange hair so magnificent, like the sun during sunset, her figure dressed in two different shades of pink, and not to mention those eyes, green like a fairytale forest, you could only admire every aspect of the beautiful girl who passed you so effortlessly. She, on the other hand, offered you a loving smile, which only made you more enchanted by her sweet expression but who could blame you? You were completely smitten with your girlfriend, even though you could see her beautiful features any other day, you engraved them in your memory as if it were the last day you’d see her and still, her charm kept surprising you as if it were the first time you saw her.

Both heroes were playfully competing to see who could pass the other, diving into the city, flying in circles between the skyscrapers, letting themselves get carried away by the pure joy of being together. Without even noticing, they began to rise, drifting away from the noise of the city, until it became a distant murmur and only the two of them and the clouds remained.

Atom Eve passed the young Grayson once again. The redhead turned her body, now flying back just to like her girlfriend did with her, admire that laugh showing her teeth alongside that tri-colored suit of yellow, blue, and black, they were made for each other.

Then suddenly, Atom Eve was caught off guard when a gust of wind pulled her out of her thoughts, it was her girlfriend, who had just overtaken her in an instant, ꒰Y/N꒱ extended her arms, a big smile on her face, and suddenly started spinning around like a human helicopter blade. Her arms held firm, legs together, and her body did a perfect horizontal spin. Then she stopped mid-spin, stabilized her flight, and continued forward, not without first turning to look back at Eve, who was only a few meters away, still flying backward.

─── “So, what was that? Were you trying to impress me?” ─── asked the pink-suit hero playfully, still flying backward, propelled by a burst of pink matter.

─── “Did it work?” ─── asked the Grayson with an excited smile like that of a small child

─── “Maybe” ─── Eve said, raising an eyebrow while keeping her smile. ─── “If you didn’t use the same tricks, maybe you’d impress me.”

The girl in the tri-colored suit laughed as she began to speed up again.

─── “Well then, pay attention babe!, this one will do it!” ─── I raised my fist and in a short time, she already created a large distance between her and Eve, who could only deny fun for the actions of his partner, Eve slowed down to turn around and now face forward, better able to admire her girlfriend, who was so eager to impress her.

꒰Y/N꒱ looked over her shoulder at the young wilkins, who now had her eyes very attentive to his moves, she can't help smile at her lovingly but suddenly my pink girl's expression turned between confusion and seriousness, just as she stopped flying and raised her hands, ꒰Y/N꒱ could faintly hear her sweet voice calling her name, since the whispers of the wind along with the distance made it difficult for him to hear her clearly, it was precisely that which erased his playful smile and made him look up in front of him, quickly finding himself a few inches from a pink matter barrier and behind it was a large green portal floating in the air.

I didn’t even have time to slow down or stop; within seconds, I was already breaking through Eve’s barrier and entering the portal, not even poor Eve had time to think of something to stop your flight, and by the time she did, you were already being swallowed by the portal. Eve hurried to fly after you, hoping she could at least still pull you back but the portal soon vanished with the wind

4 months was the time you had been trapped in another dimension that wasn’t as developed as yours in certain aspects, and even more so since you were in the year 2012., besides, it seemed like heroes didn’t exist, you found this out the bad way, when after going from a fresh morning to a barely starry night once you crossed the portal, you didn’t notice anything strange, After a short time wandering around, it became clear you were in New York.

You had the theory of just having been transported to another place in a different time, but with all the things you were seeing, maybe you were in an alternate universe, Your first thought was that you could go to the base of the  Guardians of the Globe and search for Robot to help you with your situation, or even go to your girlfriend Eve’s house though you couldn’t be sure she was still your girlfriend in this universe, nor could you be sure this was just an alteration of your universe.

In the end, you found nothing, no headquarters, no Eve’s house, not even yours, as a last resort, you thought about flying into space If you could find some help, but you weren’t sure what you’d run into up there. At the end you decided to return to New York, just to be at the same point where you came out of the portal. You had a faint hope it would open again.

Still, you had to think of something, since you had not even a single clue of when the portal would open again or if it even would so you opted to get some kind of job that wouldn’t ask for your birth records, ID, school certificate, or why you were wearing a three-coloured suit.

Well, let’s say you were lucky enough to meet Mr. Murakami!

Oh, that good man saved your life, he gave you a job without asking many questions and of course, his total blindness didn’t allow him to, even you had to come up with a story to cover up the fact that you didn’t even have a house, family, clothes, or a reason why you weren’t going to school, He was extremely supportive and honestly a bit naive awakened in you the need to protect the older man and how not? He even managed to find you an apartment to stay in for a while before they started charging you rent, He gave you a good paid so you could afford clothes, basic hygiene products, food, and every now and then you’d treat yourself to a little comic, too bad they didn’t have Seance Dog here.

─── “Good night, Mr. Murakami! Sleep well” ─── I was getting off early from my full-time shift, since of course I wasn’t going to school, that gave me more free time, so I decided to spend it working extra hours, I was starting to save money to attend school, although that decision was still uncertain.

─── “You too ꒰Y/N꒱, remember to be careful on the streets at this hour” ─── the man said goodbye to me near the door, his hand resting on the frame.

─── “Yes! Don’t worry about me, have a lovely night!” ─── I walked away little by little from the shop and waved goodbye with my hand but I quickly lowered it in embarrassment how absentminded did I have to be to wave like that to a blind man? I just kept walking toward my apartment.

I continued walking calmly, certainly lost in my thoughts. I was worried something might be happening while I was here just idling around, ¿How much time was passing in my universe? ¿Was Mom okay? She was already depressed by the truth Dad was hiding from her. I don’t want to imagine how she must be now that I just disappeared flying, ¿How was Eve? ¿Was she still worried about me? The fear haunted me that so much time might be passing that she could have forgotten about me, ¿Would William forget about me too? I know our time had already passed, but I still worried about how Amber was doing, Not just them, ¿How were doing Rex and the rest of the Teen Team now the New Guardians of the Globe?

I sighed at my thoughts, mentally reminding myself that I had to stay positive. I hadn’t noticed there was an older man walking in front of me with a red-haired girl I assumed was his daughter. Seeing that hair color made me think of Eve, and I ended up speeding up my steps just enough to pass them easily, I really needed some rest. I ended up turning onto a street where a single Street light seemed to be the only one working, my steps slowed as I started feeling strange, like something wasn’t right. That’s when a carelessly driven van came to a sudden stop almost in front of me, and I saw two suited men get out, walking right past me. I stood there, confused, almost ready to ignore it but hearing panicked screams put me on alert Almost instantly, I turned to see where the screams were coming from, only to end up watching the same people I had just passed now being cornered by both suited men, For a moment, just one, end up connecting looks with the girl I could see several emotions mixed in those blue eyes: fear, panic, confusion.

I need to do something, I had to, because I wasn’t going to stand there and do nothing, No matter how strong those guys might be, it was my duty to protect the weaker ones. Because I am—

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I was bored at night so i stay up late doing this, So if you see too much lack of spelling or grammar or it is a very poor script they already have an answer Lol

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ─── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, English is not my first language

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Fluffy July Day 21: Confession

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth. I got nothin’ to hide and you guys ain’t takin’ enough of the dares.”

“Oh, so Raphie thinks truths are all easy-peasy, huh? Okay! Confession time: who’s your favorite brother?”

“Mikey!”

“That question has been banned since we were ten, you know you can’t—”

“Donnie,” Raph stated, effortless and unabashed. Noting the startled silence, he huffed. “What, like you two’d answer any differently?”

The eldest and youngest shared a look.

“…Donnie,” Leo conceded. Mikey shrugged agreeably.

“Yeah, Donnie.”

Hunching bashfully, Don ducked toward the dare jar before they could see the telltale sheen pricking his eyes.

[rallentando1011]

empathetic (emphasis on pathetic)

Hamato Donatello did not frequently feel fondness. Nor attraction. Nor much of anything, for that matter.

Feelings were like syrup: superficially sweet yet so easy to boil over, develop a sludgy, sticky mess of. Texturally, they were a resounding no.

And so he avoided them, ignored them at all costs, swept them under the rug then proceeded to incinerate said proverbial rug.

It worked like a charm, time and time and time again without fail.

Until it didn’t.

Somehow, this weird, warm, fuzzy sensation managed to infiltrate his nigh impenetrable defenses and make a muddle of things and his mind, i.e. he was struck by the L-word, i.e. he met you.

So quickly had the almighty fortress of his emotional front crumbled upon your arrival, so quickly had his resolve instinctively melted, so quickly had he caved.

It was terrifying.

He’d never quite seen the appeal in confiding in others. Sure, he had his brothers, father, April, but they were different, steadfast, reliable, family.

Letting new people into your life and mind and feelings was too vulnerable, too complicated, too messy.

Emotions: fickle, fleeting, forlorn, unlike the reliable cogs and circuits and familiarity of his lab and normal life. An anomaly in themselves.

It certainly was not intentional, letting you into his life, his lab, his affection; it was more of you simply waltzing in and staking claim and refusing not to occupy his thoughts at each and every waking hour.

The realization of the existence of his ill-fated infatuation dawned upon him nary a few months following your introduction as he recognized the textbook signs of it.

Feeling comfortable, at ease with you, longing to message and text and talk to you, experiencing restlessness nightly at the thought of you - he was certifiably done for.

If his fancies were unrequited, it may have been easier; just confess to the hopeless romanticism, get utterly rejected, accept the futility of love and how it was doomed from the start, go back to being your companion.

But no, you just had to complicate things further.

Your reciprocated affections, your incessant presence at his side, an accidental I love you or two - it was unbearable.

So he ditched it. Ditched you. Poured himself into his work and holed himself up in the lab.

Was it the coward’s way out: leaning into the easiest option without consideration for the alternative of not being an emotional recluse? Certainly.

Would that hinder him from doing so in the slightest?

Negatory.

He would rather get the situation dealt with earlier on than encourage the muck of emotions between you two to grow, fester, rot.

No chance he’d ever given for a relationship resulted in anything but failure, pain, anger - giving it another shot could only end in a repeat.

So maybe it was for the best that he pushed you away; better to focus on something sturdy, tangible, real rather than whatever blend of oxytocin and endorphins and serotonin and dopamine was convincing your mind that you loved him.

Those hormones, and consequently those feelings, would fade with time.

You’d get over it.

And he would too.

[seraphicloves]

trigger warnings for mentions of SA in my drabble

imagine telling your family about what happened to you and casually watching the news the next day only to see that your rapist had been mysteriously (and brutally) killed

-batfam, tmnt (all iterations), sally face + whatever you can think of!

[68spidey]

TW PANIC ATTACKS

"I can't-" Leo's chest was heaving like he'd run a marathon but hardly any air could be heard moving through his lungs. "C-can't fu- b-brea-the-!"

"You can, Leonardo," Splinter was soothing, familiar, but panic was making his old hands shake. The grip his eldest had on his robe was so tight he could hear the fibers creaking from strain. "My son, please."

Leo hiccuped, shook his head, turning more pale by the second. His eyes were terrified. Screaming silently for help-

"Da-d-" wheezed through a throat clamped tightly shut. "P-pl-ease-"

"Breathe with me." Splinter's old paw curled around his son's shaking hand, trying to ground him so he'd stop trying to rip the plastron from his own chest. Leo keened. "Follow my lead."

.

Waking up out of a dead sleep to find that you can't fucking breathe is never fun. Leo has been blessed with night terrors and sleep paralysis.. This is "go get dad" level.

It doesn't matter how old he gets, or how much larger he is than Splinter. After an attack like this, all Leo wants is to curl up into his lap.

[tmntxthings]

一∑ All For You・゜・。

author’s note: nice song, idk how I got the yandere vibes, but here we are, also it’s late soooo unedited and prolly horrendous >.<

warnings: yandere!donnie, toxic relationship, gaslighting, lies, manipulation, controlling, cursing

song: “ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter ”

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Donatello didn’t feel any remorse as he hacked into your phone.

You obviously needed help.

You couldn’t do this yourself.

So he took it upon himself to help you out with this one.

It was honestly torture to watch you with your toxic partner.

And he was past the point of caring about the repercussions you may force upon him.

Donnie was actually pretty sure you would be grateful. This favor he was about to do for you.

It was too easy to get into your phone. Donnie sat in his swivel chair, music playing around him as he dabbled with the keys on his keyboard.

After he had cornered his resolve it was only a matter of time. He knew most of your passwords and while he could’ve just stolen your phone to do this… he didn’t want to chance it.

Donnie wouldn’t just block this asshole. No no. He was going to eradicate this fool from your phone. Wipe it clean of your partner's existence. There would be no way they could reach you and if they tried instead it would alert Donnie.

You were unhappy with your current situation. You came to the lair moping, and in a depressive state due to this punk! And it seemed every time you did go through with breaking up, it would last only a couple of hours before this irritating charmer found their way back into your life. Back as your partner.

Well Donnie had enough. And he was positive you felt the same way. You just needed his help. Needed him to take control and save you. Make all the hard decisions so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty.

Gladly! He would gladly do all these things and more to get you back into a happier state. And you would see! Once you got over the fact that he intruded into your space, and completely blocked someone out of your life… all that was missing was the irl part.

Donnie didn’t know if he was ready to commit murder on your behalf yet. So this would have to do for now.

It had worked too. Initially you had wondered why they weren’t responding to you, messaging or calling you. But as the days went by you were brighter, lighter.

And Donnie had to keep it together to not verbally ask for a gracious thank you. No, this was enough. Just seeing you smile. Yeah. A feather is what you became. You floated into his lab, giggling about some comedy movie you had just finished. Asking him about his latest and greatest.

Now usually Donnie was very attentive to you. Especially when you came in his space. He had to make sure you didn’t accidentally light something on fire or god forbid press a button that should probably have a fingerprint approval on it.

So yeah, he was halfway listening to you. His headphones buzzing from a tune, typing something on his monitor when he got a blip of a notification. One that you clocked in on.

“Who’s that??”

And like a cat he jumped in his seat. Realizing it was a message from your asshole of a partner. He was trying to close out his screens and his fingers flew to cover up his mistake. But the world was against him as your head leaned past his shoulder, scrutinizing the screen as he missed the escape button a trillion times.

“Fucking Asshole?”

You questioned and as you read the message. No the loads of messages that had gone between Donnie and well..your soon to be ex! You took a sharp intake of breath.

“Donnie what the fuck is this??”

He cringed. Finally closing, it made a resound click. “Before I admit to my crimes I’d like to point out how happy you’ve been these past couple of days! Just think, you could be this way all the tim—“

“Donnie!!” You yelled, staring him down now.

He pulled down his headset. “Really Y/n you’re overreacting right now. All I’ve done is block them permanently off your phone and rerouted everything they send to me instead.” He listed all of this off nonchalantly. It was all totally cool. It was chill! It was fineeee!

You just continued to stare, though your eyes had widened incrementally as you assessed the bigger picture. “And you’re responding to them??”

“Ahh well.. I couldn’t help myself. I told myself I wouldn’t but.. pretending to be you and slowly breaking their resolve was just too fun to miss out on! Pretty sure they're gonna break up with you soon!” Donnie tacked on the last sentence as a bonus! A super positive plus that surely you were happy about.

“Donnie this is fucked up. You can’t just do that! You can’t just, UGH! I can’t even right now Dee. I’m leaving.”

You were bolting. And Donnie wondered if he should follow. He swiveled. Once. Twice. Fuck it he was going after you! To explain better.

“Y/n! Wait!” He called out, jumping from his chair and pressing on his wrist tech to call for a battle shell. It shot out from the charging station and latched onto his softshell. Once in place he went in jetpack mode, flying through the sewer and assessing you had already made it topside.

You were steps from walking out onto the sidewalk and into the flow of commuters. That was before his hands found your waist, gripping tightly as he picked your weight up off the ground and he shot into the air.

You screamed, flailing before deciding you didn’t want to fall and clung to him instead. Now you were cursing as he slowed down to land on an empty rooftop.

“You’re no better than them! Doing all of this by yourself! Doing things I never asked for and don’t want!” You hollered, getting heated even though you were still trying to catch your breath. Wind whipped past the both of you, leaving trails of goosebumps on you.

Donnie let you get it all off your chest. And by the end of your rant, “now get me off this roof and leave me the hell alone!” You wanted away. Still trying to run. Well now you had nowhere to go unless you wanted to fall six floors down.

“I think if you just took a moment to look past what I’ve done you’ll see I only did it for you! And it’s benefitted you so far! Why do you want to go through that cycle of breakups again? When I could just take care of this problem for you!”

This all sounded reasonable to Donatello. Nice even. “I know it may look bad to you Donnie, but I really do like them. Despite our ups and downs.”

“More downs than ups..” Donnie muttered. Rolling his eyes at the word you used ‘like’. Whatever. There was no way you liked them. Why were you over all the time then? Why not hang out with them? And brimming with excitement too whenever you hung around? When you did come over after a date with your partner you were never that happy!

“I’m serious Donnie, fix what you did or else this will be the last you see of me.”

What?!

You were threatening him now?? After all he had done? His eyes darkened. A sneer appearing on his face as he stalked forward, “Really now? Where you gonna go Y/n?” Donnie looked out at the empty rooftop. No door, no staircase/fire escape. You took in your surroundings too. Your mouth going into a grim line.

“I’ll call the police. I’ll call your brothers!” Again with the threats!

Donnie expanded his tech bo. And while you jumped back thinking he was about to attack, he just leaned over it, bored to bits already. “Go ahead, try calling up a hero. We’ve got all the time in the world up here for you to understand my side of things.”

You didn’t know why every call you tried failed. Well that was until you looked up to see Donnie canceling it on his end. On his wrist tech. He shot you a swarmy wink when he caught you staring. Fuming. You’d see his point of view soon.

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below are answered anon asks from this post:

thoughts on ‘jumping’

thoughts on ‘pretending’

thoughts on ‘layers’

[thepinkpanther83]

The Harmonic Equation (Pt.1 Frequency Unknown)

Story Prompt: “Turtle Song”

Donatello x Fem!Reader - Soulmate Song AU - Action/Romance

PROMPT:

The turtles have, and continually practice a "Turtle Song." Their mate(s) or potential mate(s) is/are the only human who can hear/react to said song. That's how they know that person is "The One."

💌 Author’s Note:

This story began as a soulmate trope- soft, strange, and a little bit science fiction. But like all things involving Donatello, it quickly turned into something deeper. Expect tech, tension, a “slow-burn” bond rooted in logic and longing, and a melody only two souls can hear. Thanks for reading.

~Pinkie 🍒

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Summary:

Some songs aren’t meant to be heard by everyone. Just Two.

In the underworld of New York City, brilliant but reclusive Donatello has spent years chasing resonance anomalies- mysterious frequencies that defy physics and logic. What he doesn’t expect is to hear one humming softly from the lips of his new systems specialist.

You don’t even realize you're doing it. It’s just a tune you’ve always known, one that no one else seems to recognize. But Donnie hears it. Feels it. The exact, impossible melody that’s haunted his experiments, encoded in forgotten tech, and burned into his own DNA all his life.

Drawn together by something more ancient than science and more dangerous than fate, the two of you unravel not just your connection, but a conspiracy within the Foot Clan that wants your song for themselves. You're more than a genius assistant. You're a living harmonic key- and someone's out to weaponize the equation only Donatello can decode.

Next Chapter: Chapter Two: "Harmonic Anomaly"

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Chapter One: “Frequency Unknown”

Donnie adjusts a fiberoptic relay by hand, jaw ticking as he concentrates. The hum is quiet at first- barely audible even to him. A slow, tonal scale, soft and oddly grounding. He doesn’t notice he’s doing it until the relay’s pulse syncs with it.

He stops.

Silence again. The only sound is the mechanical chirp of the system finishing its boot sequence.

A quick glance around.

No one’s there. Of course not.

He exhales through his nostrils, gives himself a little shake. “Focus, Donnie,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses. “No time for... musical psychosis.”

But even as he turns back to the console, the notes linger in his mind. Not fully formed. Not even a melody.

Just a feeling.

The smell hits you first.

Not unpleasant, just... unexpected. Like sun-warmed copper and soldering wire, spliced with something mossy, something deeper- wet stone, old air. You grip the strap of your duffel bag tighter and remind yourself, for the third time, that you’re a professional.

Not someone currently standing in a sewer junction, waiting to meet up a mutant turtle with multiple PhDs.

“Just keep breathing,” you murmur to yourself, eyes scanning the far end of the tunnel. It’s dim but not pitch black- clearly, someone’s been working down here. There are temporary light fixtures strung up along the concrete walls, illuminating crates of tech components, unspooled cables, a stack of dismantled servers, and… is that a Nintendo 64?

You smile in spite of yourself.

Then you hear it.

A quiet hum.

You turn toward the sound instinctively. It's not mechanical- doesn’t match the low thrum of generators or the occasional hiss of air pressure valves. It’s melodic. Not a full tune. Just a few tones. A scale? You can’t place it, but it makes something familiar flicker in the back of your mind.

Comfort? Nostalgia?

Then there’s a voice. Smooth, low, undeniably intelligent.

“You’re early.”

You spin around and nearly trip over your own feet.

He’s already there.

Seven feet of muscle, shell, and gentle wariness, standing just beyond the edge of the light. Dark purple bandana, soft hazel eyes, and large, tridactyl hands that twitch like he’s restraining the urge to fidget. You can tell. You do that, too.

“I… uh- hi,” you manage, your brain doing cartwheels behind your eyeballs. “Donatello?”

He inclines his head slightly. “Most call me Donnie. You must be the systems specialist Leo mentioned.”

You nod, and your brain finally coughs up your name and credentials. He listens, but his eyes never leave your face- not in a weird way, just… like he’s analyzing something. Or waiting for something to click.

The hum is gone. But the memory of it lingers like phantom static under your skin.

He adjusts his glasses with one three-fingered hand, the movement smooth and practiced. "Systems specialist with a background in quantum computing and... art history?" There's a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Fascinating combination."

The tech gauntlet on his right arm whirs softly as he gestures toward the makeshift lab. "You'll forgive the unconventional workspace. The surface world tends to get... twitchy about my kind of experiments." His voice drops conspiratorially. "Especially the ones involving plasma-based energy sources and stolen government satellites."

His tail shifts slightly behind him, the movement drawing your eye to the way his plastron flexes as he breathes. There's something strangely hypnotic about the play of shadows across his shell.

"Come," he says suddenly, turning with surprising grace for someone his size. "I'll show you why we needed someone with your particular skill set." The lights flicker as he passes under them, casting his massive form in alternating bands of light and shadow.

You follow him deeper into the tunnel-lab, your boots clicking softly against the damp concrete. There’s a low buzz of machinery, the scent of solder and ozone intensifying as you step into what you can only describe as… a nerd’s fever dream.

Towering server racks blink with mismatched LEDs. Holotable projections flicker mid-boot. There’s an old-school cathode monitor rigged up next to what looks like a military-grade tracking system, and hanging from the ceiling? A disco ball. Naturally.

Donnie moves through it like he was born there. Because, well- he was.

“Most of this is cobbled from salvage and donor parts,” he explains, motioning to a massive console that’s half duct tape, half alien chic. “But the encryption hub is our real concern. Mikey keeps accidentally brute-forcing the firewall when he tries to stream... whatever the hell ‘Pizza Lads React’ is.”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “That’s a cybercrime, you know.”

Donnie sighs. “Believe me, I’ve informed him. In triplicate.”

As he turns to one of the control panels, your curiosity gets the better of you. You wander a few paces, peering at a panel with handwritten Post-It notes and color-coded wires. Something about the power routing looks off- like the failsafe feedback loop is reversed?

You reach out without thinking- just to nudge a component. Just a millimeter.

Click.

A sharp zap cracks through your fingers, not painful but definitely attention-grabbing. The panel lights flare bright, a high-pitched whirrrr whining from the device as warning lights start blinking.

“Ah- oh crap-”

Before you can pull back fully, he’s there.

Fast.

One huge hand closes gently but firmly around your wrist, the other flipping a switch with expert precision to kill the current. It happens in less than two seconds.

The lights cut.

Silence.

Only his breath, a little heavier now, and yours.

When you look up, he’s close. So close. Taller than you remembered a moment ago. His brow ridges furrowed, concern radiating from him like heat.

“You alright?” His voice is softer this time. Less playful. More protective.

You nod dumbly, still holding your hand in his. His fingers are warm, callused, surprisingly careful for someone who could probably bench press a van.

“Didn’t fry anything vital, I hope?” you joke weakly, trying to inject a little levity back into your voice.

He doesn’t laugh. He’s scanning you with those hyper-attuned eyes, head tilting slightly as if listening for something internal. Finally, he lets go, and your hand feels a little colder than it should.

“Don’t touch the blue ports,” he says gently, with a crooked grin. “Unless you want to discover what a localized microburst feels like.”

“Got it,” you say, flexing your fingers. “Lesson learned.”

He looks at you for a long moment. Not creepy. Not invasive. Just… reading. Studying. A quiet puzzle to solve.

Then he turns back to the console, his voice once again smooth and casual.

“Still, you’re the first person to spot that misrouted feedback line. I’ve been trying to isolate that loop for a week.”

You blink. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I think I like you already, systems specialist.”

He adjusts his glasses with that now becoming familiar, endearing motion, the glow from the console reflecting off the lenses. "Tell me, dove-" the pet name slips out effortlessly, "-what does your gut say about quantum encryption paired with a neural net filter? Hypothetically speaking."

As you open your mouth to answer, there's a sudden thunk from above. Dust sprinkles down from the ceiling. Donnie's head snaps up, muscles tensing beneath his shell.

"Raph," he mutters, nostrils flaring slightly. "He's early for patrol." His gaze flicks back to you, hazel eyes softening. "Unless you'd prefer to stay and debate the merits of heuristic algorithms versus-"

Another thunk, louder this time. A voice booms through the pipes: "DONNIE! Quit geek-flirting and get your shell up here!"

Donnie's sigh is long-suffering, but there's amusement in it. "Subtlety isn't his strong suit." He offers you his arm, the tech-gauntlet whirring softly. "Shall we? I promise the surface air up there is marginally less... sewer-adjacent."

His smirk is all mischief and caffeine.

And something warmer beneath.

Later that day, you’ve gone home, and Donnie’s crouched over a soldering array that refuses to cooperate. He's elbow-deep in circuitry, posture tight with frustration.

The lab is quiet.

And then- again, he hums. Instinctive. Automatic.

But this time, it’s... slightly different. Like the pattern has shifted to include a note that wasn’t there before. It throws him off.

He stops mid-hum, blinking at the open panel in front of him. The array still isn’t working. But now his mind’s somewhere else.

He taps the comms on his gauntlet. Static. Then diagnostic blips. Nothing strange.

“Residual resonance?” he wonders aloud, voice low. “Or cross-feedback from the ambient sonar net?”

A pause.

“No, it’s too specific.”

He frowns, typing something quickly into his terminal. The notes are already slipping from memory, like a dream you can't quite chase down. But the feeling? It lingers.

His fingers pause over the keyboard, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across his face. The numbers and equations blur as his mind drifts back to earlier- to you.

The way your fingers had twitched when you spotted the misrouted feedback line. The way your breath hitched when he caught your wrist. The way your pulse jumped under his touch- fast, alive, reacting to him.

His jaw tightens.

A slow exhale.

Then, without thinking, he pulls up a new file.

SUBJECT: AUDITORY PHENOMENA - OBSERVATION LOG

Hypothesis: The tonal pattern is not mechanical. It is adaptive.

His fingers hover.

He types:

"Possible external influence. Requires further study."

A moment passes.

Then, softer- almost reluctantly, he adds:

"Subject: My New Assistant."

The cursor blinks.

Waiting.

His fingers tap once against the desk.

Then, decisively, he closes the file.

But he doesn’t delete it.

And when he stands, his tail flicks once- sharp, restless, before he turns back to the array.

The hum doesn’t return.

Not yet.

But the silence feels different now.

Like the air before a storm.

The next time you’re in the lab, the air feels charged.

You wouldn’t know why- everything seems normal. Donnie’s posture is relaxed, his tech is responsive for once, and the coffee he offers you is only slightly over-caffeinated instead of jet-fuel strong. But there’s a current under the surface. Something restless in the way his fingers twitch on the keyboard when you lean too close. The way he’s watching you without looking.

You don’t notice.

You’re too busy cross-referencing a capacitor spec sheet, muttering to yourself as you work through voltage thresholds.

And that’s when it happens.

You hum.

It’s soft, under your breath- just a handful of notes, barely a melody. A reflex, you figure it’s probably something you heard on the street, and it stuck in your head. It isn’t even deliberate.

But Donnie freezes.

Only for a second. A glitch in the system.

His eyes flick toward you.

No- toward your lips.

Then your hands.

Then the air between you, as if trying to see the vibration.

His breath catches. Something spikes in his chest- recognition, instinct, alarm, maybe. His fingers twitch above the interface. For a moment, he forgets to blink.

You stop humming. Unaware.

The moment passes.

But it doesn’t pass for him.

He swallows hard and returns to his work, lips pressed into a line.

But later- when you’re gone again, he reopens that file. The one he almost deleted.

And adds:

“Pattern matched. .0327 Hz variance. Origin: Her.”

Then, after a pause:

“Further exposure required. Memory response noted. Avoid eye contact next time.”

The file auto-saves.

Donnie stares at the screen for a long, long moment.

And finally whispers, so quiet even he barely hears it:

“What are you?”

Next Chapter: Chapter Two: "Harmonic Anomaly"

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[c-themoon]

"Here, I thought you would like it."

"You picked me a flower?"

"Not just any flower, that’s the lotus from Jupiter Jim uncharted V, the real thing."

She took the flower closer to her face and grazed the blue petals. They were shimmering as if covered with little diamonds, truly beautiful.

But, to Leo's surprise, she wasn’t laughing at his obviously humourous atempt to brag about the collector item, she was just...smiling.

"Thank you."

"..."

"You're... you're welcome

[kursedmayo]

Villain Donatello x Reader fic where Donnie crashes through the roof of the Reader's apartment, threatens them so they would hide him from Raph, Mikey and Leo and practically demands them to make him food before dissapearing when they weren't looking and leaving a HUGE wad of cash plus a thank you note in their dinner table the next day.

Then he just. Keeps breaking into their apartment every Friday night now to demand they cook food for him and overpay before dissapearing again. He eventually gets a crush on the Reader but the Reader is having those "Oh my god I'm too old for this" moments even though theyre like. In their 20s at most.

Basically Donnie would be kicking their legs over them secretly and thinks they're in a meet cute fic while Reader thinks they're in an M-rated Enemies to Friends fic. They are both wrong btw

[mehriigss]

Rottmnt weird drabble/one shot because I have anxiety so Leo has anxiety too.

Based on a headcanon you can find here.

Leo was at the verge of a panic attack. No, he was going into a full anxiety spiral. The best part? He was currently having a family dinner.

Everyone was having fun. Raph was stuffing his face with Mikey's meatballs, April was trying to prevent him from choking, his twin was recording everything with his phone, his father was scolding him for using his phone during a family event, Mikey was still cooking in April's kitchen and Draxum and himself were having a smooth conversation about biology. About literal photosynthesis to be precise. He might hate him but he has to admit Draxum really knew how to get him to talk.

There were oh so many details in every single thing his family was doing right now, but he's brain chose to focus on himself. How selfish.

Draxum was rambling about his favourite photosystem when it hit him. The increased heart rate, the tunnel vision, the distorted hearing, the nausea, the damn choking sensation and that fucking piercing pain in his chest that just won't go away for the rest of the week.

Why did his anxiety have to be such an opportunistis?

He stared at Draxum like he was trying to read his soul out loud. Leo could hear him but he wasn't listening. No words seem to get into his brain but the usual 'you're nothing but your brothers', 'too little too late for redemption', 'you'll never change', 'under that mask is a scared little boy'.

Did Draxum just make him a question? He could tell by Draxum's body language.

"So?" Said Draxum to the turtle that barely registrated anything but the strong static in his ears.

Masking this kind of things was easy for him. He just had to ignore and endure it in equal proportions and play face man. He could do it, he was the face man! The actor! The lier among them! Misleading was his specialty.

He would just put on another layer of paint to his mask and flee forward.

"I'm not sure." Leo said a bit too low but steadily nonetheless.

"Well, if you are not sure, I could suggest a few scientific articles". Draxum replayed, apparently content enough with the poor answer.

Draxum was suddenly silent, already used to Leon's seemingly infinite energy for conversation, waiting for him to say something.

So he said the first thing he could muster, the quickest he could: "I-I'd love to read t-them".

That was clearly not a good plan.

It had begun. The stuttering, because his poor mouth couldn't keep up with his anxious brain. He hated that. He's good hiding his panic in plain sight but his stupid stuttering is something he can't control or cover! He could only go mute and hope he's not asked many questions because of it.

But going mute would be extremely suspicious when he's literally in the middle of a conversation!

"Ok...?"

Ok, Draxum was a bit confused, he could work with that. That is fixable. As long as he can keep a low profile he's good.

But his breathing was getting more and more erratic and being and acuatic turtle didn't actually help keep the need to just breath at bay.

Could he fix this?

'Of course not, you're useless!'

'You're eyes are watering, you big crybaby!'

'Just flee. They're not gonna miss you anyway '

'They're better off without you'

He took a big, deep, audible, shaky breath and surrendered.

"Are you ok, bro?" Mikey, bless his soul, had just entered to room and immediately noticed his struggle, taking over the conversation. "Barry, mind if I steal my brother from you for a sec?"

Mikey did not wait for an official answer, he grabbed Leo by the wrist and forced him out of the room. That, in all honesty, scared the holy shit out of Leonardo. And everybody else.

He felt a little naked now that he wasn't around his whole family, but at least the living room smelled like April. It was a nice smell to focus his mind on.

"Leo... It might not be anything serious- and I hope it isn't! -but..."

"I-I'm hav-ing a p-panic a-attack".

Another shaky breath was all it took for Leo to become a hyperventilating and sobbing mess.

That image just fits too well 😙