#turtle rush part 2

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU

Chapter 2:

Chapter 1. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Taglist: @moonchild-artemisdaughter @jjsmeowthie @madine11-blog @xxrougefangxx

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“No!”

Screaming, you rushed up. Breathe!

In, out. In, out. Blood raced.

In.

Out.

With a shuddering breath, you sighed. You became aware of a presence at your pillow. Glancing, you locked eyes with your second robin. Well, you called this bird a robin, but it was barely that.

The bird was covered in black feathers, with the exception being bright red that covered its head and a small part of its chest. It hardly resembled a robin anymore. This one, you referred to as Hood.

Hood gave a little chirp, hopping over to your lap. It settled down, providing a reassuring weight. You started petting it, just a little. Hood could always tell when you had this particular nightmare.

You didn't have nightmares often, but if you did, it was always the same one. It started simple, an unlucky mistake leading to the meeting of a soulmate (which was nightmarish enough). Your brain never really elaborated on the meeting, as if it couldn’t quite comprehend what it could be like. Instead, the horror appeared when you met your own soul animal.

It was impossible to meet your own soul form until you've met a soulmate, as the animal orbited those you were bound to. Many a novel has been dedicated to those discovering that their soul has taken some unfortunate form, and their journey of self-acceptance. One particular novel you were fond of had the protagonist learning to accept that their form was a snail.

But… in the nightmare, your form wasn't that of a snail. It wasn't the form of a snake, a grasshopper or even a turtle.

It was a robin.

A little, fluttering robin. In green. In yellow.

In red.

You always awoke after that.

You continued petting Hood. Pet pat, pet pat. It always let you have little leniencies like this, after your nightmares. You appreciated it.

For you, a robin was the worst form your soul could possibly have. You had tried previously to logic yourself out of this fear. What was so bad about being a robin? You had four of them already; they weren’t so bad, albeit annoying. You just couldn’t… stand the idea.

It reminded you of the blood on your hands. The sight never really left you. The bodies of soul animals didn't remain, they disappeared just as the soul did after death. The fact both comforted and reassured you. You didn't have to bury the body, but you also didn't have anything to mourn.

You had made a small grave anyway.

You cried. Just a little. Hood gave a small tweet of distress, raising itself up to you. You took the offer, picking the bird up and cuddling its face. Just a little.

You felt sick.

You two stayed like that a while, two souls sheltering from the world. You wondered if your soulmates ever did a similar thing with your soul form. It was times like this that had you considering reaching out. You brushed aside some feathers on Hood’s chest, revealing a faint, scarred Y.

Maybe not.

A scutter of wings could be heard from your kitchen. You groaned, lifting Hood off your lap as you slowly got up. Who was it this time?

Bleary eyes blinked, you slowly made your way over. You were joined by Hood, as it made itself a steady weight on your shoulder. Hood was always a little too heavy for you to carry about easily, but you decided to be kind by not complaining this time.

Staring into your kitchen, it took you a moment to understand the sight in front of you.

A robin darting about, as a bat watched from the top of your fridge. It was a typical image for your home, but why..

Why was the robin… purple? And, was that bat a little smaller than usual?

…

Oh, no.

Strength left your legs as you crumbled to the floor, just staring at the two with an empty gaze. Hood squawked in alarm, fluttering off your shoulder.

You had two new soulmates.

Goddamnit.

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Somehow, Spoiler and Orphan (you later figured out their identities, none of your soulbonds were subtle) weren't your first surprise bond. No, that dubious honor belonged to the fourth robin.

You had been a little exhausted after a long day being tormented by Wing’s affections. Occasionally Wing has rather clingy days, and it becomes impossible to leave the house. It had only gotten worse after the second robin’s demise. You endured.

As a result, you were sleeping in. That is, until the sounds of high pitched peeping noises stirred you from your slumber. You slowly awoke, your eyes meeting bright green.

“Aaagh!” You shrieked, jumping back and falling off the bed. “Owww.” Groaning, you slowly sat up, taking in the situation.

There was a baby bird. On your bed. “What…?” You muttered. The bird didn't have many feathers, but the ones that it did have were a mixture of black and green. It was this fact, alongside the bird being a robin, that made you register exactly what was going on.

“Ohh my god.” Your head was in your hands. That was how done you were. Most people stopped getting soulmates at one. Sometimes there were bonds of two, maybe even three. Having four bonds was already rather extraordinary (which is why you pretended all your robins were the same one), but now there was a fifth.

Well, at least the baby bird was cute. You reached out, extending a finger to pet it, when it snapped at you. With its beak and everything.

Betrayal.

Since when were baby birds aggressive? All your other soulmates were older than you so you never got to care for any of them. Now you finally have one, and it snaps at you.

Turning away from the bird, you mean to sulk a little, but get interrupted by the Bat fluttering right in front of you. You blink, and the next second it's perched right by your new soulmate. You stare, eagerly anticipating a conflict.

The baby bird stares at the Bat for a second, before making an adoring noise and resting under its wing.

What.

Suffice to say, your initial relationship with Robin didn't start off perfectly. It did seem to warm to you within a few weeks though, so you didn't feel too bad about it.

In all honesty, you were more concerned about what the existence of a fourth robin would mean for the third. Would it be a smooth transition? A simple bestowing of the title like it had been for the first and second robin?

Or would it be tainted with blood, another robin bleeding out in your palms. You shuddered.

You didn't want to find out.

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Adjusting to two new additions to your bond was a little strange. All your bonds so far had been birth ones, formed at the start of your existence (with the exception of Robin, which formed when Robin started his life). Spoiler and Orphan were delayed bonds, also known as fated bonds. They started later in life, generally after significant events, but they can just randomly pop up too.

Were you going to get a new bond every time Batman trained a new vigilante? Was being a vigilante a requirement? That has some odd implications for you, actually.

You didn't really want to become a ‘hero’.

Enough of that. A few days had passed since the emergence of your two new bonds, and you suspected that the rest of your soulmates had found the change to be about as surprising as you did.

You could tell, because for the first time in a literal month, you were alone! No bat watching from a corner, no bird fluttering around you. Just you, and complete, lovely, isolation.

Honestly, it was so quiet you were a little unnerved. You had gotten so used to the constant chirping and fluttering of wings.

As a result, you've left the house.

You enjoy a nice walk, taking in the sights you usually rush over. Settling into a coffee shop, you treat yourself to a cookie. It was fun just to enjoy the atmosphere for once, without the paranoia of having what occasionally felt like a literal flock of birds following you around.

You've almost finished your drink when a shadow falls over you. A lean man stands before you, clutching a coffee to himself as if it contained the secrets to life. You blink.

“Sorry, I was wondering if I could sit with you?” He gestured to the cafe, and you noticed all the other seats were occupied. Huh, you were so busy being infatuated with your current freedom that you didn't even notice.

“Ah, yeah that's fine.” You replied, giving a small smile.

He smiled back, settling down and pulling out a laptop. Your time passes in simple peace, him on his laptop, and you on your phone. A scuttering noise drew you away from your scrolling though, and you looked up to see a familiar scene.

A blue bird had landed on the man’s coffee, shaking it as if it was trying to knock it over. The laptop man was fighting back though, doing his best to preserve it.

“Ah.” You muttered, staring. They both turned to look at you, exactly at the same time. It was a little creepy.

“Apologies for disturbing you.” Coffee man said. The blue bird jumped off the coffee, turning to you.

“It's alright. Is that your soul animal?” You replied, watching the bird hop closer.

“Ah yeah, he is. My family can be annoying about my caffeine intake sometimes.” There was a pause. “He seems quite interested in you, though.” There was a question in that statement, and you had the inkling that this was leading up to something you wouldn't like.

“What type of animal is it? I can tell it's some type of bird but..” The bird had reached you now, hopping onto your raised hand.

“It's a raven…” The man continued on, starting a tangent about raven facts, but you were too distracted to listen. Instead, you were fixated on the bird that was nuzzling your hand in a very familiar manner.

A bird that wasn't a raven. A bird that recognised you.

A bird that was a robin.

Wing.

You felt like both laughing and crying. Here you are, celebrating finally getting some space from your soulmates, and you meet one? How ridiculous. This was a nightmare.

You need to leave, immediately.

You stood up, your chair making an awful screech as you did so. Coffee man looked a bit surprised, as you peeled Wing off you and handed it to him.

“Sorry about that.” You smiled. “I had some extra bird seed on me from feeding some birds today. Perhaps your soul animal could tell. I've got to be going though, maybe I'll see you some other time.” And with that, you start marching out the shop.

Maybe your behavior was suspicious, but you really couldn't afford to stick around. All it took was for one of your soul animals to appear on you and the game would be up. He’d instantly know that the soul animal would have appeared from your side of the connection. It would be over, the efforts of years upon years.

You couldn't let that happen.

“Wait!” A voice called out, the tapping of footsteps following. You swung back around, meeting the gaze of your soulmate. He extended a card to you.

“This is my number, perhaps we can text in the future. I know we didn't really talk, but I enjoyed your company.” He smiled. It would have been a nice scene if the sight didn't make your gut twist.

You took the card.

“Oh! And before I forget, my name’s Tim.”

You answered back, giving your name.

You prayed that he assumed the shakes of your body were due to the cold.

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And that's the second chapter! Woohoo! Hope you all enjoyed it, since the third chapter is already half way done! I'm rather excited for it haha ^ ^

As always, feel free to reach out!

[averagechuckfan]

Bayverse donnie being in heat and whining to their s/o that he wants cuddles

(I'm really busy, sorry, this one is incredibly short)

Warning → soft (?)

(all mf here are +18 don't start saying shit in the comments)

Since you two became a couple he informed you about this times of the year were he can get ... a bit funny .

So this time that happened so suddenly... You two were sitting, chilling in his lab as he worked on a new invention, his left leg started moving up and down from time to time, like if he was just trying to get more comfortable in his chair, little did you know that he was just trying to calm the hard tent inside his cargo pants. He didn't want to bother you when you're busy reading a book he gave you last week, a book about turtle anatomy since you have a lot of questions but he didn't have the time to answer right now.

He couldn't help it thou, he stood up and rushed towards you, you almost shit yourself and turned your head to face him "what was that?" It took you some time to figure out why he was whining desperately, pulling at your shirt while he was on his knees "cuddles" was the only word you could catch from his babbling. "You want cuddles?" He simply nodded slowly, hiding his snout in the crock of your neck.

Being in this position for to long might hurt him so you thought about moving to his bedroom.You couldn't help but smile, he looks desperate for some love, the poor boy is always overworking himself in the lab, he surely needs some rest "let's go to bed" you whispered softly.

After the two of you find the nicest position to cuddle you start to draw patterns in his shell while he was shaking a bit, if his shell is that sensitive when he was in heat?... What else could be sensitive on him right now?....

Important ↓

I'm so sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted, I've been having a lot of work lately and having my brain so busy with adult shit can make the way I write horrible!!! If you want me to do a part 2 of this one and continue the story let me know in the comments ↓ or you can always send a request for part two (hope i could explain myself here)

[st4rryyynight]

✷ — headcanons: rise!turtles with a traumatized!reader (requested by a user on quotev)

★ — summary: how the turtles deal with a traumatized reader.

★ — platonic coded !!

★ — warnings/tws:  implications of parental issues (raph's part, mostly), trust issues, mentions abandonment, implied guilt and inferiority complex, trauma, implications of past-bullying, aggression (self defense), self blame, mention of dead family/friends (leo's part)

★ — content warnings: headcanons, x reader, canon x reader, trauma, traumatized reader, emotions, mood swings, angst, vulnerability, protective characters, leo is once again occ (maybe mikey as well)

★ —.. I think these take place somewhere around season 2- based on how they are written (0‹  0;) !!

❤️ — raphael x traumatized!reader.

☆ — oh. you went through a lot, so much in fact that you can't even trust someone like raph- one the gentlest and understanding souls of the team. at first, when you were all wary towards him, he initially thought that maybe his appearance was intimidating, he- and in the nicest way possible, does look like a brute after all, and it can be scary for most when interacting with him for the first time. though, he was wrong, and boy did he feel stupid about it.

☆ — it was honestly horrifying to hear that you have so many unfolded chapters of trauma within you. from physical injuries to mental scars, it was something that he hasn't seen before.. well, if you exclude what him and his family went through.. but you- you are different. untrusting, aggressive to those that mean to help you- like him. and even when you tried to let loose, you would just spiral back into aggression. it was scary seeing you that way- even for him, though even more worrisome was the fact that you didn't accept help from anyone.

☆ — so he is, how do I say it- gentle. patient with, and overall concerned about. when he looks at you, all defensive and fierce, it's like he is laying his eyes on a kitten who is desperate for survival- and will do anything to keep it self from harm. and raph's determination to get you to let your guard down is evident, though not smothering. his taking his time- giving you time to get to know him, to understand that he only wants to soothe your tormented soul. he's not there to make fun of you for struggling- not, not him, neither will he take advantage or manipulate you- he's just, here to help. to give you the understanding and confirmation that those who were supposed to care for you- to protect you, didn't.

☆ — .. though, at times- as calmly as he wants to take this matter, when you feel guilty about the things you went through- saying that you deserved what happened to you, and that it was your fault for not doing anything to stop it, or if he even hears you talk about how stupid your struggles are, he'll kind off.. rush things. he'll straight up snap and tell to your face that hey- nothing was your fault !! you couldn't have known any better back then. you didn't know how to stop it- you didn't deserve anything that happened to you !! and all that before letting out a huge sigh- which then would turn into a gasp of horror after realising that he in fact, did not take an important matter such as this slow. 

☆ — and so- after that, you will have a sweating, anxious snapper, apologizing to you over and over about being so sudden with his comment, now paranoid when you're around. he'll even step away from you for a while, giving you some time to yourself before, reluctantly, returning to you to show that he didn't give up on you- neither did he abandon you. you don't have to worry about him leaving you as well- now matter how defensive you may be towards him, or how reluctant he is to take any big steps at the moment. and the next time that he does feel confident enough to talk to you, he'll do it more patiently than before and he would, admittedly nervously, ask if you'd be okay with him giving you physical comfort. a hug- a secure, comforting one, that is.

💜 — donatello x traumatized!reader.

☆ — okay, so: you are one troubled individual, a very troubled one. it's clear to him that you've been through a lot, and he wants to help you, but your aggressive defenses and you defying his assistance is frustrating to him. it's like you don't understand that he only means good- can't you see that his intentions towards you are not of malice ??

☆ —  and it's more so frustrating to watch when you pin all the blame to your self for all the things you've gone through seeing you deteriorate, crumble under the idea that you are at fault for all the people that left you, all the struggles you were put into just feels so.. wrong. it almost makes him want to bring out an immediate answer to your 'statements' - tell you how stupid they are, and how stupid YOU are for believing those things. you were a victim with no way of the things that happened to you, you've been neglected- made fun of, abandoned, and yet somehow -  this is your fault ?? and how exactly- can you give him a reason to balance your statement, hmm ??

☆ —..but he doesn't butt in yet- oh no no no. he wants to analyse, to gather further information about your past life, your mental scars- everything. he wants to piece them together so that when the time comes- he'll have found the correct way to approach such a sensitive matter. even though he's struggling with empathising with others- and is generally confused when it comes to either giving, or recieving comfort.. this isn't a case that he can afford to ignore, he can't exactly give up on communicating with you and just expect a broken person to put themselves back together. no, not own their own, you've done this for a long time yourself, it's time someone comes to your aid- even if you are defiant and mistrusting towards the idea.

☆ — he won't exactly taking this situation as easy as he should though, because once the time to conf confrontation comes- he is blunt with his message, straightforward and surprisingly confident with talking to you about your emotions and getting you to unfold your trauma to you. he'd be lying if he said that it was easy to approach you though, no matter how much he kept that confident persona when speaking to you. he at times felt reluctant, even as he confronted you- he knows that your mental health was hanging by thread, and he felt that as if that thread was his own words. when he usually says or does something that is wrong- he tries to deny his own mistakes, to reason with his actions and put the blame onto others - but if he sees that you are at the brink of lashing out at him for the words that he spoke- even if they were meant to be.. encouraging, he won't exactly be able to deflect, nor deny the things he said to you. the way his words hurt you further.

☆ — instead the thought that he fucked you up even further get stuck on his brain, playing on loop like a broken record as he beats his head around to find out where he went wrong. was it how blunt he was with you ?? his words ?? he thought he had this all planned out- you'd think that after all this time he picked up on your trauma and analysed it in his brain that he'd have a suitable way of providing you comfort and reassurance. though, he doesn't let that bring him down- and instead let's out a determined huff and tries again..after giving you time to yourself- of course. and the next time he tries, he still maintains some firmness in his tone, but the way he confronts you about you feeling guilty for everything that has happened to you, isn't as.. harsh. he doesn't rush this time- and while he still he thinks of you as a dum-dum for even considering the idea that you are to blame for the trauma that you were subjected to- the trauma that you didn't even ask for, he is not going to rub it on your face this time.. or at least- he tries to hold back and such. unlike Raph though- he wouldn't ask if you want or need a hug, as he thinks that would be too.. straightforward- and it would be uncomfortable for the both of you. instead, he'll place of on his mechanical arms on your head or shoulder, and give you a small pat or two to let you know that, he's here for you- and he isn't going to go anywhere. he's not going to leave you in any way.

💙 — leonardo x traumatized!reader.

☆ — ..yikesss. you've been through.. a lot. it's gut wrenching to hear that you- a singular individual, had to face so many horrors in your life. from parental ones, to abandonment ones- even having dead family members and friends.. you've got the whole package- and it's sickening to think about. it's not a matter that he just deflect with a joke, or help you cope through humour, not- it's too far off from that. 

☆ — so, what can he do when he finds himself speechless about what you went through ?? leo is not usually one to take delicate matters seriously- and always finds ways to get over them with a quick wit and laugh- even if he comes face to face with his own traumas. but this time.. he can't just laugh this situation off. you need someone to support you- you are struggling, and while he wants to be the one to help you, he is at loss as to how to approach you without coming off as neither too serious, nor too humourous. regardless, he still wants to be of help you either way.

☆ — when he comes up to you, right off the bat he can sense the boiling tension built within you, the look of vulnerability evident in your eyes. it gets him nervous, wary- but he still wants to talk to you, to ask if are need comfort. you try to rebel against him, to 'protect' yourself in a way, and for a moment he feels awkwarded out and slides away from you to give you some space, a bit weirded out by your aggressive defiance.. but that was only one time on his part- and he after realising that he just slid off like a coward, he beats himself up for it for a while, until he ultimately decides that he won't allow himself to run off like that again- not from you.

☆ — again, he tries for a second time- then a third, and so on. he won't let you 'scare him off' again, and is determined on getting the message across that- hey, he won't hurt you, nor turn your trauma into a joke to laugh at. though, he tries to use his subtle wits to get the idea through you from time to time, however it just feels.. wrong. though, he tries to be sly for this matter- trying to take this easy as he can, as to not stress you out even further, but also making sure you know that, as nonchalant as he tries to make himself seem in this matter- he is taking your situation seriously, and isn't going to leave you on your own devices.. though, there some times, where he, almost impatienly, tries to get you to lower your guard, to open up to him- his behaviour towards you more confrontantial at times, and though they'll may be rare- they can still be overwhelming.

☆ — and, as soon he realises that he'll may be too much at times, he'll let go of that persistence of his, impatience melting down into concern. he would call off his attempts at confronting you- for just a while, so you can get some time to yourself, and once you are calm once again- he'll try and confront you about your issues again. though this time, leo's sly manner has kind of... disappeared, and is instead a bit more assertive with his words- reminding you how much you are worth it, telling you that you are not to blame for whatever happened to you. stuff like that. he, however- tries to sneak in a humourous wit, though not a mocking one- and instead one that will hopefully let you crack out a small laugh, as if trying to bring the slightest bit off light into your darkened soul in the way he knows best.

🧡 — michelangelo x traumatized!reader.

☆ — the things you had to go through have truly shaken this sympathetic box turtle to his core. oh what has he learned about you- the things that you endured.. it's all enough to make him wanna cling to you- being in a constant state of worry for you.  how can he not be ?? he fears that if he leaves you alone even for a second- you'll break down, scared at idea that you'll may think that he'll may leave as you well.

☆ — however- as close as he wants to be to you, to ensure that your mental health doesn't deteriorate any further, he is shook once he sees you behaving like some wild stray when he tries to approach you, to offer you support. he could feel the vulnerability and fear radiating from you, and taking notes of your tense stance, mikey begun feeling conflicted as to whether it is better to give you time to yourself, or be near you at all times, just in case you need someone to lift you up mentally..or literally. or both.

☆ — he wants to listen to you talking about your emotions, he WANTS you to communicate with him !! it'll be so much better if you just let loose and spoke with him for a while though, right ?? he can help you- but you just won't let him !! it hurts to see you so mistrustful of him, to see you behave like a feral animal that just wants to protect it self, shoving him off and clawing at him to leave you alone..⁠

☆ — but, if he puts into consideration the fact that you've been betrayed and left behind so- so many times in the past, that you've been hurt by people who couldn't even bother to care for you.. that you've lost pretty much everything, everyone- and every sense of clarity that you have- he can see as to why you are not willing to open up to him. he figures that you are scared, scared to get attached- scared to be betrayed and left behind again. but either, way he has to approach you someway- to get the fact that he won't leave you behind, that he won't take advantage of your feelings and vulnerability- that he won't make a fool out of you for being so troubled. 

☆ — he could put his Dr Feelings persona into play, and act as if he is your therapist- but then, he thinks it over and he decides that you may rather need.. a friend. him putting up a stoic face and treat you like a patient wouldn't really help things - maybe leave that to the professionals. for him though, he is going to support you as a friend- family, whatever you need him to be. when he speaks to you- it's warm, comforting- his words understanding, friendly, though he may find himself shaking you by the shoulders in a 'dr delicate touch' manner if he hears you talk shit about your self- reminding you of your worth in an almost overwhelming manner. he immediately apologizes though, and always asks if you need time away from him each time he does so. but he doesn't do it because he is angry towards you- he gets angry towards the fact that you would down yourself, and your very own worth like that. and he can't have his friend cursing and bestowing their very own existence without him interfering to prove them wrong !

[wynndigogh]

A TMNT tale:

The Perfect Trap

Part 2: Drunk Nation Antics

Warning: No Minors, 18+ ONLY

SYNOPSIS:

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles face a new threat when Baxter Stockman returns with a cunning plan and a deadly new weapon. As they battle his latest creations, the turtles realize their enemy is always one step ahead.

But the danger hits closer to home when Leonardo’s relationship with his girlfriend is put to the test, forcing him to balance his duty as leader with his heart.

With danger closing in from all sides, the turtles must uncover the truth behind Stockman's scheme before it destroys them and everything they hold dear.

But as secrets come to light, they learn that the stakes are higher than they ever imagined—and one of their own may be caught in the crossfire.

Read Part 1 here.

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After thirty minutes, a heart attack (or two) from peeking out between your fingers as Leo rushed with you in his arms over rooftops, a tumbling stomach, and a deep kiss and salacious squeeze to your hind quarters in private, you two begin to enter April's apartment from the fire escape.

Even from the metal platform you can tell that the music is blaring and the smell of alcohol and food is in the air.

"LEO!", the leader's name is slurred above the din of the party.

Leonardo gives a polite head nod to the approaching and very inebriated Casey Jones, who is swaying on his feet, before offering his green hand through the window to assist you inside.

"Oh, my bad! Leo and lady", Jones offers ups as you stumble through the opening in your tight dresswear.

Casey seems to be the loud, friendly type of drunk. He doesn't register the volume of his voice and very comfortably throws one arm at Leo's shoulder (Casey isn't exactly tall enough to do a full shoulder hug on Leonardo), "Dude where have you been? We've been drinking forever without you".

The other faces of his brothers, April, that weirdo Vern, a handful of very trusted members of the police force, and Master Splinter have turned their attentions in your direction.

Under his father's stare, Leonardo's head dips a little, and he nervously rubs his thumb under his brow, "Sorry we're late. We huh...".

It's a small detail. Actually, a tell, that one little gesture.

One so small you missed it many-a-time prior to knowing him so intimately, but that little gesture has you scrambling...

"It was my fault! Sorry! Sorry. I was running late, didn't get off work until a short while ago. Poor Leo was impatiently waiting on me to get home, I didn't even take time to change", you offer up apologetically to the group.

As all the eyes of the room take you in, you feel you want to squirm away and hide. Lying isn't your thing, but it isn't Leo's either, and better you than him because, frankly, he's terrible at it.

"That's alright", Casey slurs out, "you look nice anyway".

In his impaired state, Casey's body and mind are forgetting social boundaries; as he's talking, his hand reaches for your skirted hip but is quickly smacked away by Leonardo.

It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud. Instead, you inwardly chuckle and give Leo an 'I told you so' look before moving to join April and Master Splinter in the sofa area.

Flexing his rebuffed hand, Jones staggers back into the commotion of the party, "C'mon Leo, you've got some catching up to do".

Before joining Casey, his brothers, and the other guys around the kitchenette, where it seems various forms of games are taking place, Leonardo greets April and then his dad.

The old rat is sitting calming among the ruckus smiling contently.

"Sensei," Leo leans over the arm of the sofa, "my apologies for my delay. Have you been here long?"

His father smiles warmly, "Not terribly long. Long enough for Mr. Jones to teach me a rather interesting game called Beer Pong. He says I am a natural"

April laughed heartily, "Leo, Casey was stone-cold sober before he played Beer Pong with your dad. They played three games, and Master Splinter still had all his cups at the end of each round. "

Leonardo joins April with his own warm chuckle at Casey's misfortune before addressing you, "Need anything before I finish what dad started with Casey?"

You give a shake of your head and notice the rat master's observant eyes warmly regarding you. Shifting in your seat, you can feel the lie from earlier heating you up from the inside.

"April, Dad, would you like anything?", the blue banded leader asks out of courtesy.

April lifts her beer bottle, still mostly full, "I'm just sipping on this, I think it's going to be a long night of nursing Jones after everyone leaves."

The turtles' Sensei spins his view to address his son, "I am not in need of refreshments. Thank you, Leonardo."

Leonardo turns to walk away.

"However, now that you have arrived," his father's voice continues, " I would ask that you might practice some restraint. The more it's practiced, the less distracted one becomes."

Leonardo stops abruptly and licks his lips before turning and bowing respectfully at his teacher's instruction, "Of course, Sensei, I will do so."

He lifts from his bow, his cerulean eyes pinning you with a cautious stare. His mouth seals in a thin line before he turns stiffly and walks to join the games.

Your heart is pounding in your ears. Oh shit. Does his dad know his son's relationship has become intimate? Heck, does he know you lied to the room about the delay?

Ugh, this secret keeping is stressing you out. But, it's not like you came into this relationship blind.

You caught on early enough that Leonardo was extremely private, cautious, even secretive.

The first sign of his discreet leanings was his slow acceptance of you. An unknowing smile seeps into your face recalling that night. 

Sure, his brothers did the right thing by saving you from the street gang; however, according to Leonardo they weren’t supposed to stand around chatting with you afterwards. 

“What are you guys doing?!”, the astonishment was palpable coming from the imposing and authoritative form in the shadows.

“She was cornered, Leo.  Were we supposed-ta look da other way?”, a rough Brooklyn accent countered back.

“That doesn’t mean you stick around, Raph”

The slender one, who was still holding your shaking wrist while watching a digital screen, adds calmly, “I think she’s in shock, give me a minute to check on her.”

*click-flash*

*click-flash*

“Mikey!  We don’t take selfies with the people we rescue!”, the dark form barks.

“Sorry, Bruh”, the shortest offers the shadow-man nonchalantly, while offering you a beaming smile and a wink.

The grumbling New York accent guy stalks further away, kicked trash can be heard in his wake.

A resigned sigh seeps out of the darkness.  The angered voice is replaced by a smooth flow from the shadows, “How is she, Donnie?”,

The hazel eyes behind the tortoise shell glasses flick to your face, “She’s still pale, but seems to be settling down.”

*click-flash*

“Oh, for the love of pizza,” a frustrated growl of agitation from the shadow-man, “Mikey, we don’t take selfies with the people we beat up either!”

The jovial voice is slightly further away, “Sorry, Bruh.”

And that is how it started, with Donatello hovering over you like a mother hen, Raphael stalking and growling at the unfortunate gangsters who happened to wake up from the beat down, Mikey…well…being Mikey, and Leonardo keeping a safe distance from the shadows.

Time passed and the younger three used your treacherous neighborhood as an excuse to stop by your apartment frequently to check on you, however, the shadow-turtle remained elusive. 

You got the distinct feeling you were not welcomed into the fold of his trust.

It took many months of knowing his brothers, then the addition of other introductions to April, Casey, and Vern, orchestrated by the younger turtles, for you to be invited into their inner circle and then their living quarters.

Even then, your first few trips to the lair were short and usually missing one prominent individual. You started to secretly wonder if something was physically wrong with him to keep him so bashful and elusive.

But you couldn't have been more wrong.

You will never forget the first time you saw him openly and without a shadow to hide in. Time seemed to stop as you stared at his beautiful lines, the curve of his bald head, the slope of his handsome snout, and those damn soul-piercing blue eyes. He was artistic perfection in living, breathing form.

You aren't sure exactly how long you were staring or how you looked while doing so, but your ogling was interrupted by Donatello asking if you were okay.

Oh, the embarrassment! You are sure you were at least two shades darker red than Raph's mask.

Suffice to say, your crush on Leonardo was immediate, which made getting to know the secretive bastard all the more daunting.

Your secret attraction to him languished among moments of common interactions and group activities. In fact, it was nearly a year before he allowed even a hint of his reciprocated feelings.

It was an awkward dance of two private souls desiring to be close without admitting it in word or in action. What a hard fault battle it was to win over...

"Y/N"

"Hell-ooo, earth to Y/N"

A green three fingered hand is waving right before your eyes as you focus back to the party. Mikey's bright smile greets you as you surface from your revery.

"Thirsty?", he shoves an open bottle of lager at your face and the smell of the golden liquid inside assaults your senses.

Your stomach turns.

"Ew, no Mike, no thanks. Your brother did one too many somersaults on the way here, my stomach is still protesting".

The round jubilant face of Mikey drops for a moment and you feel bad for declining his offer, "Mikey, are there an sodas? Maybe a lemon-lime flavor?".

Mikey's eyes brighten and his flirtatious flare jumps to the forefront, "Ohhhh, desiring some citrus are ya, well I can help with that!". You giggle at his bouncing brows and the wink he throws at you before he bounces off to the kitchen to retrieve whatever citrus concoction he can find.

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To be continued...

PART 3

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Domestic Dream part 1: Unlikely Bonds

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

Part 2

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Let’s be real, most of us would want our parents to meet our S/O, even if they were a mutant turtle. So, here you go! Your mutant bf, Raphael, meeting your parents! In this version they are divorced.

Warnings: Spelling like always.

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The bustling streets of New York City at night provided a chaotic backdrop as Raphael found himself nervously standing at the entrance of your apartment building. Well, he was actually on your fire escape to be specific, playing with his hands and calming his breaths. He had faced countless adversaries in the shadows, putting his life at risk for the sake of his brothers and the people of New York. At times the people of the whole world! But meeting your parents felt like an entirely different battle that frightened Raphael in many ways.

You, Raphael’s girlfriend, had insisted that it was time for Raphael to meet your family. Your parents, though divorced, still maintained a certain level of influence in your life, making it important for you that they meet. And Raph understood. Really, he did. He had the same feeling when you meet Splinter and his brothers. But right now Raph was scared. He really wanted to meet your family, but at the same time he was terrified. Most humans would be scared to meet the parents of their significant other, but to a mutant turtle it was different. It was a life he could only have dreamed of, and yet, that dream could be crushed so easily the moment your parents would lay their eyes on him.

From the fire escape Raph could hear your mother questioning you, asking why they would have to meet him so late, and why it was taking him so long. You had answered something along the lines of it being because of his job, and that he would be there any moment.

Raph took one last calming breath before knocking on the window. It took less than a second for the curtains to be pulled back, and your big smile to appear in front of him. As happy as it made Raphael to see you smile, he could only imagine what your parents thought of the sight.

As you opened that window, and let Raphael into your apartment, revealing the contrasting atmospheres of your mother's meticulous and orderly domain and your father's more laid-back, easygoing space, Raphael couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water.

The look on their faces was easy to read. This was not what they had expected, at all. Your father sat with eyes wide on the couch, your mother almost dropped her tea cup, while your little brother stared awestruck. Raph could feel his hands get clammy, even more so when you took his hand, and pulled him further towards your family.

“Mom, dad, this is Raphael. My boyfriend”, you said, tightening your grip on his hand. As much as Raph loved hearing those words come out of your mouth, he could not miss the look in your mother’s face. She did not like those words.

Your mother, an elegant woman with an air of sophistication, eyed Raphael with a critical gaze. "So, this is the… man… who has captured my daughter's heart?"

Raphael, though typically brash, found himself at a loss for words. He nodded awkwardly, stepping closer to you for comfort, "Uh, yeah… that's me".

Your father, on the other hand, leaned back with a casual grin, sizing up the unexpected guest, a smile appearing on his face. "Well, well. You certainly know how to make an entrance."

The initial atmosphere was tense, to say the least. Raphael shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. However, a small figure emerged down in front of him, breaking the tension.

"Is that the Hulk?!" Your little brother, a wide-eyed bundle of energy, exclaimed, rushing forward with unabashed enthusiasm, poking to Raph to see if his muscles were real. "That's so cool!"

Raphael, caught off guard by the sudden change in tone, couldn't help but crack a smile. "Yeah, kid, I guess so. But I’m actually a turtle"

As your little brother bombarded Raphael with questions about the Turtles' adventures, a subtle shift occurred. Your parents - especially your mother’s - initially skeptical, began to see a different side of the usually stoic and tough Raphael - the side that made you fall for him.

Over dinners and movie nights at your place, Raphael shared tales of the Turtles' battles and the challenges they faced. Your mother, once reserved, began to appreciate the depth of Raphael's loyalty and commitment to his brothers and to you.

Your father, a fan of unconventional stories, found himself genuinely interested in the tales of a city saved by four mutant turtles. At one time you overheard your father and Raphael talk about the time they faced the Shredder, only for your father to yell in excitement: “You know the Falcon!?” Slowly but surely, the initial skepticism waned, replaced by an acceptance that this unusual, green-skinned figure was an integral part of your life.

As weeks turned into months, Raphael became a fixture in your family gatherings. Your little brother, once enamored by the novelty, now regarded Raphael as a big brother figure, seeking his advice on everything from school projects to ninja moves. Raph had to go into another room and hug you in silence, the day your brother told him he wanted to do a project on ninja history.

One evening, as you all sat around the dinner table in your apartment, your parents exchanged a knowing glance. Your mother spoke first, "Raphael, I must admit, I misjudged you initially. You've proven to be a strong protector and a source of stability for (Y/N)."

Your father chimed in, "And you're not half as bad as I thought you'd be."

Raphael, a bit taken aback, nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, I guess. I never thought I'd be sitting at a dinner table like this. It means a lot to me".

Your little brother grinned, "Well, you're officially part of the family now, Raph!"

And in that moment, as laughter filled the room, it became clear that sometimes the most unlikely bonds could be the strongest ones. And that Raphael’s dream of a normal life maybe wasn’t just a dream anymore.

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I had to show some love for the big man😭❤️

[taleeater]

Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.” 

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention. 

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!” 

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape. 

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin. 

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!” 

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman. 

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly. 

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you. 

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle. 

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over. 

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled. 

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them. 

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady. 

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?” 

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold. 

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door. 

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally. 

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased. 

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank. 

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!” 

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface. 

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain. 

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away. 

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed. 

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass. 

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain. 

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass. 

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the glass and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled. 

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions. 

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs. 

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol. 

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were still under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you. 

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?” 

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room. 

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet. 

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved. 

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over. 

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.” 

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. 

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.” 

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab. 

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired. 

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking the girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?” 

Silence. 

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?” 

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate. 

“Mm…hm…” 

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster. 

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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My Mess (Dazai x Reader)

In which we clean blood off him after a mission

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Birthday Gift Series: Part I & Part 2

Impulsively wrote this today after a crying session

Bye now - Mars ♡

Dazai came home bloodied and bruised. He stumbled into your apartment, seeking you out from where you were on the couch engrossed in your book. Not caring that he was messing up your couch or clothes, he flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into your stomach with mumbles of words you have a hard time figuring out.

“Osamu, what happened?” there’s an urgency in your voice as you assess your boyfriend’s state, propping him to sit up, but he’s stubborn and bury his face into your chest. “Sit up, please, for me?”, you’ve found over the years of dating Dazai that he doesn’t allow himself the freedom of emotions. He doesn’t love often, but when he loves, he loves.

Reluctantly he sat up, looking at you with a smile, a fake one. The one he gives everyone when he so effortlessly slips into his overdramatic happy persona. But you know better. Of course, you know better when your soul is a hopeless mess without his and vice versa. It’s what happens when you spend so much time with someone, when your days and laughter blend into theirs and your body trusts them so much that sleep comes naturally, even for the sleepless like him.

“What happened, ‘Samu?” you ask again, voice so gently it takes the form of a whisper, brows frowning softly as your eyes search his for an answer, or explanation, or something. Anything he’s willing to give you. Anything of truth. No pretenses.

“Had a mission today”

That you knew. He’d told you before he left for work, thinking you were willed away with slumber, but you heard the sweet melody of his voice through your dreamland. A sickeningly sweet tune luring your soul back to its body, to him. To him.

His face was exhausted, eyes darker than usual. His hair matted with dried blood and his bandages stained red from the thick crimson. Whether his or someone else, you were unsure of.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“No”

‘Okay”

You hummed, standing up and urging him to stand too. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

You made your way to the bathroom, Osamu practically slumped over you. You guide him to sit on the stool you kept in your bathroom for shaving.

“May I?” you asked softly, your voice honeyed to not startle him. You’d seen Osamu without his bandages before though it wasn’t plenty of times. You didn’t want to rush things with him, founding yourself liking what you had with this man.

He also liked, and appreciated, your understanding nature. He loved how gentle you were with him and most of all he liked how you let him figure his shit out. Never wanting to save him, just be there for him whilst he saved himself.

He nodded, closing his eyes, and resting his head on your shoulder. His hands found themselves around your waist, if only loosely.

You gently unwrap his bandages, taking a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water, pressing it against his skin. The warmness of the water softens the stubborn dried blood. The silence overtakes you both, it’s comfortable. No need to fill the space.

You continue to wipe him down, only slipping away to run the bath for him. Filling the tub with warm water and dropping a bath bomb to dissolve in it. Stepping back over to him, ridding him of the rest of his clothes as you help him into the tub.

Osamu rested his head over the edge, whilst you wetted it, adding the shampoo and conditioner to soften the matted mess of a bird’s nest that has become his usually silky hair. You noticed he closed his eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, along with words of affection.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked up at you, a soft smile graced his lips. “Bella…” He spoke, “Join me”

You smiled, ridding yourself of your clothes and slipping into the waters with him. Body straddling his as you brought your hands to cup his cheeks. “Worries me when you come home like this” you confess, words shaky as you bit your lower lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over.

“M’okay, Bella” Osamu soothes, “See, right here, safe and sound” he whispers, drawing you closer for a kiss. A simple soft kiss, you feel him. Tongue slipping into your mouth, hands wandering down to your waist, one slipping lower to squeeze the fat of your ass.

You gasp softly against his lips, Dazai’s mouth swallowing all your sounds. “Always come back to you, baby, don’t worry that pretty little head” he rasps against your lips, swollen lips.

Dazai’s mood stabilized as his darling tended to him. The soft touches of your fingers and words caressed his soul and hardened his cock. The rawness of your worry is something he loves. Because it shows you care, genuinely. It silences his mind that tries to tell him that you don’t, that all of this isn’t real and that any day you’d up and leave him.

So when you stay and tend to him as he comes bloodied and hurt instead of running away scared and frightened and disgusted, as he expected you to be, it relieved him greatly. It affirms the unspoken truthness of your relationship. You love him. You love him. Maybe just as much he loves you, he hopes.

[lostsyren]

The scene in season 3 episode 9 paralleling rafe and Sofia’s storyline in season 4??

~ Sofia looks out for herself by going to Hollis and agreeing to help her, after she realises Rafe doesn’t have her back. Her words here directly reflect her actions in season 4, Sofia only resorting to that deal when she felt threatened.

~ the roles are flipped from s3 and s4. Where rafe was the one debating what to do in s3, in s4 it was Sofia who was faced with a similar dilemma (of course not the exact same because rafe being rafe was debating on whether or not to kill his dad😭). But the principle was still the same– should they betray someone they love to make up for that person hurting them?

~ Sofia clearly doesn’t follow her own advice. Her guilt was instant, even when she did the act of “nudging him to accept the deal” you could she was regretful. Her whole arc in part 2 was trying to right her wrong, before Rafe said she didn’t need to worry when he got down on one knee. You could see the wash of relief in the proposal scene. And then the return of the regret, seen in her reaction to him telling her to “pack her shit away” …it was like she thought she deserved it, realising her actions had come back to bite her.

~ Sofia clearly has a strong sense of right and wrong, seen in her aversion to her dad’s request to help Hollis, her dismay in the turtle scene and her own regret at doing the “wrong” thing and “betraying” her boyfriend.

I think it’s sad that people write off her character as being boring or badly written. I do agree though her storyline was rushed, but her character is consistent and lucid (as much as a side character in outer banks can be). She’s sweet, kind and good, a direct opposition to Rafe’s persona. And those characteristics don’t mean she’s weak/badly written, it just means she’s different, and that’s not a bad thing.

And i like that she doesn’t mirror Rafe’s boldness and extroversion– it’s nice to see him interact with someone softer. Sometimes it makes him become softer, and other times it intensifies his harshness, both “humanising and villainising him” (as the creators put it).

I think if he was with someone like kiara, or someone who paralleled his intensity and fervour, it would give him less nuance. Sofia balanced him out, she shows him there’s another option. It provides a moral choice for him– to dwell on his anger and resentment, or become forgiving and hopeful.

And Rafe provides a dilemma for Sofia too– between her identity as a pogue and her love for Rafe seemingly contradicting that identity. (Very much John B and Sarah season 1 coded)

Final words: idk sorry for the ramble and over analysis!! @beautyinsteadofashes mentioned the comparison of this scene with season 4 and it got me thinking!!

Finished my assignment and got straight back to analysis and character study😭

[indieyuugure]

I’ve been OBSESSED with your comic for like 6 months and your work is amazing. But I do have 2 questions

My first question had been in my head for sometime now and it was after the part where Mikey got that adrenaline rush from the mutagen and I was wondering if you were going to mention this again later in the series and if so will it be used for the benefit of the turtles or used against them.

My second question is approximately how long do you think it’ll take to finish this entire comic series.

Aw! So glad you love them!

Yes that is going to become extremely important later on. It will be…sort of in their favor but also kind of not. I don’t really want to spoil it for everyone, so if you are interested in the specifics you can DM me and I can tell you about more of the how/why and show you some art I made for it.

I’m not super sure how long I’ll be writing this comic, but it’s definitely well over 3 years, so if you’re concerned it’ll end soon, you have nothing to worry about 🤣

Good questions! :]

[fjsjjgnnfjdjf]

Size allergy (2/?)

I literally disappeared from the social networks because of my college work…. But every free moment I had I dedicated it to advance in this story… In this chapter we will see that Mikey is also having some… Changes 😮

Warnings: This chapter will be of pure anguish for the brothers, especially for Mikey.

English is not my mother tongue, if you see an error, please feel free to comment.

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On a normal day, the brothers would probably have ignored the younger member's cry, but, in addition to the fact that the current situation was far from normal, the box turtle's cry seemed to be one of pain. Raph's overprotective sense was at its highest alert now, his little brother needs him; without much thought, he did something he would later regret, he grabbed Leo and Donnie in each hand (he didn't want to let them out of his sight) and rushed to Mikey's room. 

Raph's brothers used to be used to Raph grabbing them by the shell to get their attention or pushing them around rather roughly when he launched into action, but it's a lot different when you're being pushed or pulled up by your arm than being grabbed like you're a doll. Leo and Donnie were barely processing their sizes yet and suddenly they were each in a fist of their big brother, that was much rougher than they were used to. 

Raphael, completely clouded with his panic, hurried to Mikey's room. Upon entering, his initial relief at seeing that the box turtle wasn't shrunk like the other two was quickly displaced when he noticed that the boy was on the floor in a fetal position, his eyes shut tightly and making pained noises. 

“Mikey!” he exclaimed standing next to him, what the hell was going on with his brothers?!, he left Leo and Donnie on his shoulders, so he could kneel down in front of his little brother “What's going on?” 

The twins grabbed hold of Raph's mask, Donnie even used one of Raph's tails and tied it around his waist, he was feeling extremely vulnerable right now.  

“Raph, it hurts!” exclaimed the boy loudly as he squeezed his arms and legs tighter into position “My whole-body hurts!” he cried out, with a few tears escaping his eyes. 

The box turtle was so lost in his own pain that he didn't notice Leo and Donnie on his big brother's shoulders. For their part, they were shocked by the younger one's cries, though they were mostly distressed to see him suffer and not be able to do anything about it. Raphel was even worse, he picked Mikey up from the floor and hugged him, hoping it would help with his pains. 

“Here I am... Raph is with you...” he hugged him and massaged his shell, trying to bring him relief. 

“Is he going through what we are going through?” Leo asked Donnie with concern. 

“I don't know...” answered the genie turtle, from his position he tried to observe and turned to Raph “But... He doesn't have the same symptoms, brother” 

“Raph... Help me... I can't stand it” begged Mikey, still unaware of Leo and Donnie's presence.  

Raphael kept hugging Mikey to try to relieve his muscle pain. Then Mikey sneezed and that's when he started to change size. But, to his brothers' surprise, it was not as they thought. 

Raphael felt it, as his hands separated in the embrace he had around Mikey and then it became clear when he felt the boy's weight increase, MIKEY WAS GROWING.  

The three brothers watched in surprise as Mikey moved closer and closer to Raph's height. The snapping turtle set the boy down and backed away, not knowing again what he was supposed to do. Mikey was still bent over hugging himself (not realizing what was happening to him), but still noticeably getting bigger. Luckily to the boy's relief, this only lasted a moment longer before it stopped, the pain in his muscles suddenly starting to dissipate. Looking at him from a distance, Donnie estimated that the boy was probably twice the size he had been before, probably bigger than Raph if he stood up. It wasn't very obvious from being on the ground, but he was certainly bigger. When Mikey looked up (finally coming out of his cloud of pain), he saw that Raph was farther away and looking at him in a panic.  

“Ugh...” he held his head a little “Ra-Raph? What happened?” he didn't understand anything, suddenly the pain was gone, but his brother was far away from him, why? And, why everything looked strange? 

“Eeeh... I...” the snapping turtle was at an impasse; he didn't know what to do anymore. On one hand, he wanted to succor his little brother and try to bring him relief, on the other hand, he wanted to protect his shrunken siblings who were literally on his shoulders from anything that could hurt them. 

Mikey wasn't understanding anything, he tried to get up and that's when he realized that something certainly wasn't right. As he stood up and looked at his older brother, he realized he had to look down at him, plus the ceiling of his room was closer now; as expressive as the boy was, he practically jumped up and down in shock. 

“Woah! What just happened?!” he exclaimed in an exaggerated manner as he looked at himself and looked around. 

Due to Mikey's shouts of surprise, Leo and Donnie had to cover their ears because of the loudness of his voice; this made Raph come out of his frozen state and take the initiative to try to control this situation, even though he was on the verge of collapse. 

“Mikey!” he exclaimed to get his attention, mentally apologizing for doing it with his brothers so close to his head, he made a hand gesture to Mikey to lower his voice “Shhh... Easy, Raph is here... You have to talk slowly” he approached his little brother, although it was strange to see him looking up. 

“B-but Raph... What happened to me?” he saw his own hands; they looked as big as Raph's now “Why am I growing up?” the boy's attention suddenly wandered to his older brother's shoulders and his eyes widened like saucers “Wh-what? Leo?! Donnie?!” he pointed out coming much closer than his older siblings would have liked. 

The twins again covered their ears at how loud their little (and giant) brother was talking, Donnie even backed up a little, clinging even tighter to Raph's mask. 

“Mikey! Turn it down!” Leo exclaimed, the box turtle not coming out of his shock. 

Despite the strangeness of the matter, Mikey moved away from the initial impression and his curiosity took place, he reached a finger up to his big brother and touched him lightly on the plastron. 

“...Leo?” now his voice was a little lower than before “You're tiny” he touched him again, which made Leo recoil and pull the tail of Raph's mask, demanding him to control the situation, as Mikey was not being gentle, and it didn't help the fact that he was now even bigger than his older brother. 

“Yes Mikey...” he replied trying to keep his composure “B-but please... Be careful” he didn't want to hurt his little brother's feelings, but he felt uncomfortable. 

Mikey lowered his hand; this situation was definitely crazy. Then he saw Donnie on Raph's other shoulder, he looked shocked, so no doubt he didn't know anything about what was going on. Then he saw Raph, his big brother would know what to do, he always fixed problems, didn't he? 

“Raph?...What's going on?” he was forgetting he had to keep his voice down, but he was too confused and wanted answers. 

“I-I...” stammered the snapping turtle, knowing that now all eyes were on him “I have no idea...” that didn't bring any calm to the already confusing situation. 

“...Donnie?” Mikey now turned to his purple brother, it was strange to see him so small and with such a vulnerable expression, though he couldn't blame him. 

“Ah! I might have a hypothesis!” he was surprised by the sudden attention towards him, he was gripping Raph's mask tail very tightly “But Mikey, could you please take some distance?” It was bad enough to have Raph's eyes magnified from his perspective, but to now have his little brother's eyes magnified even more made him feel extremely uncomfortable. 

“Okay...” Mikey couldn't tell how Donnie was feeling, although he could easily tell by the look on his face, so he decided to sit down, it made him feel less awkward too “But... How did you guys shrink?” he pointed again to the two shrunken brothers. 

Donnie mostly explained what he felt and how he passed out, Leo seconded by pointing out that the same thing happened to him and Raph commented on the part that the two of them didn't know, that they slowly shrank to the size they were now. While the opposite happened to Mikey, he pointed out that he also felt like he was sick before he changed. 

“Raph, you haven't felt anything this whole time?” Leo asked curiously “You're the only one here who hasn't changed” 

“No... This doesn't make sense” he commented to himself, which didn't help much having his brothers directly on his shoulders, he wrinkled his expression with annoyance “We have been together all the time these days... Is there anything you guys have done that you haven't told me?” he looked around at everyone, searching for some trace of a mischievous look in their eyes that would hide something, but nothing, just confusion. 

“Donnieee?” Leo asked his brother, although he was very likely that he had nothing to do with this, he was never too much to bother him to lighten the mood. 

“Agh... Do you really think I would work on something like this?” he replied in a dramatic tone, already sounding more like before. 

“I don't know... Once you brainwashed us because you felt like it...” commented Leo, he crossed his arms and smiled “I would see you quite capable” he said with a sarcastic tone. 

“Stop that Leo” Raph scolded him, then turned to the genius turtle “Donnie, you said you had a hypothesis, what is it?” he didn't want his siblings to get sidetracked from the main problem. 

“Well, more than a hypothesis I have a guess... We may have been exposed to some mystical compound during the camping” he answered with a hand on his chin, that suddenly made it all make sense “But I can't say for sure without my devices, I need them to know what's going on here” he said while tightening his grip on the tail of Raph's mask, he obviously missed his stuff. 

“And where is your stuff?” Mikey asked, now he just noticed that Donnie didn't have any of his technology on him “You don't even have your battle shell” he was worried about his brother being without his protection in this whole situation. 

“We left them in the medical area, when Raph grabbed us earlier” commented Leo looking with some annoyance at his older brother. 

“Raph was scared” commented the snapping turtle with embarrassment. 

“Well, next time at least give a warning... That was very rude” commented the red-eared tortoise. 

“As much as I hate to admit it in more ways than one, Leo is right...” continued Donnie “No offense” he added when he saw Raph's pout. 

The boys decided to leave Mikey's room and head for the medical area where Donnie's braces were. Even though they were sure that their father was still sleeping, they tried to be cautious, if they could try to fix this problem on their own, all the better. Once in the medical area, Raph and Mikey grabbed the purple turtle's things and headed for his lab. However, there was a problem, Donnie's glasses (which he could use to detect what kind of mystical substance they had on them) were now too big for him to wear, and he couldn't see through a contact lens (as these were activated when they were on his head). Conversely, Raph couldn't wear them because his head was too big and Mikey (in his current condition) also had them too small. This situation just sucked. 

“Hey, how about asking Draxum?” suggested the youngest when he noticed that his older siblings seemed out of ideas. 

The three of them looked at their younger (but now bigger) brother as if he was talking nonsense. 

“Draxum? Why would he know any of this?” Leo folded his arms, still having a hard time getting used to the idea that this yokai who brought them so much trouble in the past was now considered “family”. 

“Well, he was supposed to be a scientist, right?” Mikey tried to explain “Besides the fact that he created us” 

“The fact that he is a scientist does not make him more qualified than me to solve this situation” Donnie argued with annoyance. 

“Maybe he's a good choice” said Raph, feeling the betrayed look, he was getting from the purple one on his shoulder. 

“Wait, you can't be serious Raph!” claimed Leo “Would Draxum really mind helping us in...?” he pointed at himself and pointed at Mikey “This whole situation?” 

“Well... Technically he owes us, thanks to us he's not in jail” Raph tried to reason, although it was true that he didn't sympathize much with Draxum yet either, it was probably the only alternative they had now. 

Leo and Donnie continued to argue with Raph about their reasons why involving Draxum in this was not a good idea, while Mikey suddenly lost from the discussion when he started to feel pain in his muscles again. His brothers seemed so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't notice that the box turtle was crinkling his eyes and holding onto Donnie's table to keep from falling to the floor as his legs ached as if he had a cramp; he didn't want to scream again, not with his brothers shrunken so close to him, but suddenly the pain generalized to the rest of his body and he squeezed the table with his hand, leaving a dent in it and ending up falling to the floor. 

“Mikey?!” Donnie exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other two. 

“Ugh...” grunted the boy as he lay on the ground feeling that agonizing pain again “Guys, it's hurting, again” again he hugged himself tightly, but now, dread accompanied his gaze. 

Raphael leaned in front of his little brother. “No no no no... It's not possible, not again, why?!” his mind screamed as he tried to hug Mikey as much as possible. 

“Mikey! What do you feel, What hurts?!” Leo exclaimed, he was worried to see his brother in agony “Is it like before?!” his doctor side came out to take the place of his naturally relaxed manner. 

“Leo... It hurts... It hurts all over... Wo-worse than before” the boy was trying his best not to scream, but it was costing him too much “I-I'm scared, guys... Help me!” he suddenly exclaimed, unable to hold back his desire to scream. 

Raph was startled and the twins covered their ears tightly from Mikey's sudden scream. 

“That's it!” Raph exclaimed, grabbing his phone “I'll call Draxum!” 

This time, neither Leo nor Donnie had anything to object, Mikey was in pain and they needed help (even if it was from someone they didn't like). Leo moved to Raph's other shoulder to give him room to grab his phone and held onto Donnie so he wouldn't lose his balance. While Raph tried to keep his little brother calm, massaging his head, with his other hand he had pulled out his phone and was frantically searching for Draxum's number. When he finally found it, just Mikey hit two sneezes and, just as before, began to grow in size. 

Raph prepared to back away, “being worried” would be a calm expression for him at this point. Mikey was growing faster than before, if anything before he could be said to be taller than Raph, now he was becoming a real giant. Leo and Donnie watched in genuine shock and helplessness at the scene. And Mikey, he knew what was happening to him, even if he had his eyes closed, he could feel his body stretching and increasing; at a certain moment, he opened his eyes to confirm his senses, Raphel looked smaller than before and was backing away from him, it was a strange and unpleasant feeling, he never imagined that his older brother would see him with fear. But he couldn't blame him, he was afraid too, how long was this going to last?, while he fully trusted his brothers, he feared growing beyond the confines of Donnie's lab; however, no such thing happened, as he again stopped before getting any bigger. 

Raph immediately rushed to his little brother's aid, now, even in his fetal position, he was almost as tall as he was. He probably couldn't even stand upright without hitting his head on the ceiling of Donnie's lab. 

“Mikey?...” said Raph cautiously approaching to stroke his brother's head, which was now much bigger than his hands “Are you okay?” he tried to give him a few strokes, both to calm him down, and to calm himself. 

“Don't look at him like that, he's your little brother, you're still the oldest one here” the snapping turtle mentally reminded himself. 

“Ugh... Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore” Mikey said placing a hand on his head, he noticed how his big brother seemed too attentive to his movements. 

The boy wanted to get up, but he heard a scream, which now sounded too low for him. 

“Wait Michael!” it seemed to be Donnie's voice “Don't stand up! The lab is not big enough for you now!” the hands of the small figure on Raph's shoulder beckoned him exaggeratedly. 

Mikey wasn't going to stand up, he just wanted to sit down, he wanted to see if everything was okay. Despite his brother in purple's protests, he sat cross-legged and couldn't hold back his surprise when (even in that position) he towered over Raphel, he felt bad for the looks his brothers were giving him now. 

“Guys?... I...” pouted sadly “I feel like a monster now...” a couple of tears came out of his eyes and Raphel's caution instinct was immediately replaced by his big brother instinct. 

“Ow Mikey... You're not a monster” he said as he lunged forward, taking care of the siblings on his shoulders, he hugged his little brother's chest trying to reassure him. 

For a second, the three older brothers were silent to comfort the box turtle. Mikey let out a couple more tears, but managed to calm down quickly as he felt that his brothers were there with him, no matter how big he was, he was still the little brother; he hugged them, surprising himself for being able to embrace Raph completely now. 

“Raph, I seriously think you should call Draxum” Leo said giving his brother's head a light smack “If Mikey grew bigger, it could mean that Donnie and I might shrink more” he pointed at Donnie with concern. 

This immediately raised Raph's concern even more, he could deal with a huge Mikey, but if Leo and Donnie shrunk even more, maybe he could really hurt them and he wouldn't even notice. He quickly grabbed his phone and selected Draxum's contact, which was already on screen. 

After a few rings Draxum's familiar monotone voice answered, sounding somewhat annoyed. 

“Raphael, what's wrong?” he answered lazily “And make it quick... I was about to go to sleep” 

“As kind as ever” Leo commented to Donnie. 

“Ehh... We have a little problem” said Raph, with a nervous chuckle “Can I put the camera on?” 

“Ugh...” Draxum's frustrated expression was heard “Make it quick” 

When Raph shared the screen, he focused on his shoulder to show Leo and Donnie, who looked at the yokai with some indifference, then focused on Mikey, who smiled at him. Draxum went from annoyance to slight surprise, only to sigh afterwards. 

“Hi Barry” exclaimed Mikey waving his hand slightly with a friendly smile, at least his mood hasn't changed. 

“Boys...” he replied with a sigh “Can't you go a day without getting into trouble?”

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[milkytheholy1]

TMNT Masterlist

2003:

Leo:

Third base - Leo x Female Reader

Hey everyone, I currently have two requests left to do but I really want to get some stories that I personally came up with as well. I really want to try writing for different versions of the turts besides 2012 and Rise even if they are my fav versions. Sorry if the character interactions are a bit iffy in this one, I haven't seen much of the 2003 series I'm only up to season 2.

Donnie:

Drawn to you - Donnie x GN Reader

No, the tech-savvy turtle was drawn to you by your persistence, by the way you poured yourself into your work, how you understood the need to complete something no matter how long it took.

Mikey:

Turtle titan to the rescue! - Mikey x Female Reader

Okay so far warning, I haven’t really watched past season 3 of the 2003 series, I have been working my way through it though. So some characters might not sound or act like how they should from the show and I might end up getting some stuff wrong, so sorry in advance. This story will flip between 1st and 3rd person narrative.

2012:

All Turtles:

Turtle Power part 1

What if you included even more turtles in the hit tmnt movie, TMNT:Turtles Forever? This isn't an X Reader fic and takes places in the 2012 universe...well, for the start at least.

Leo:

Dear diary - Leo x GN Reader

Leo practicing how to ask them out with many many scripts for acting in front of a mirror:") or maybe they find out about his diary! You can pick

A confident strut - Leo x GN Reader

Went with the first one since it's been some time since I wrote for my 2012 boy! This is going to be set before the whole sister reveal, but I wanna make it clear that I do not ship Karai and Leo together cause that shit is gross. Enjoy!

I heard you - Leo x Female Reader

The reader,who has a crush on Leo, waits by Leo's side for him to wake up in the farm house and she is so relieved when he wakes up after months

Not traditional - Leo x Male Reader

The reader is giving Leo a whole sexuality crisis so Leo asks April if it's weird for a guy to like another guy and April reassures him that it's perfectly normal, and later that week Leo accidentally slips that he likes (y/n) and in a flash the have this little moment of understanding that they both like each other and want to be more than friends.

Goodbye Leonardo part 1 - Leo x Female Reader

I know what you're thinking, two stories in one night? This is somewhat based on the season four episode: Broken Foot. Also sorry it's so long but I had to fill in some blanks to get to the build-up of the story and sorry for the rushed ending it's currently past midnight where I'm from and I'm very tired.

Goodbye Leonardo part 2 - Leo x Female Reader

Okay, okay, you'll get your stinking part 2. This is probably one of the most requested fics I've ever done, the original intention was to leave it as a standalone fic. But, because you all seem eager for more I eventually broke and decided to do it. This is set a few years after the original and doesn't follow the episode 'Broken Foot' like the original oneshot. In my opinion, it's also waaay more angsty and it might actually be sadder than the first one. So I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy!

Donnie:

Wrong about me - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie gets cheated on by April and (y/n) finds out and hurts April's feelings then comforts Donnie?

Hot - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie was talking about some science stuff the last 20 minutes, but reader can't fully pay attention to what he's saying because they're just thinking about his voice, his gestures and everything. They think "don't you realize how hot you are?", but Donnie stops talking and reader realizes they just said that out loud and now they want to die.

Happy birthday - Donnie x GN Reader

it’s the reader’s birthday and the turtles just find out and they have to quickly set up a surprise birthday for the reader.

Well done science boy - Donnie x GN Reader

Had this idea in my head for a few days so thought I'd post it, I wanted to make it a shorter story than what I normally do but I got too lost in it and it ended up being just as long, oops. Hope you enjoy!

Hello nurse - Donnie x Female Reader

Literally did this so I could pull off one reference, that's all. Enjoy!

Raph:

Hots for you - Raph x Female Reader

Raph finds out that his girlfriend is bisexual?

Heard you from a mile away - Raph x GN Reader

not going to lie I had to search up what it meant, decided to do Raph since i've never written for him before in the 2012 version. So if this comes across as out of character, apologies. Anyway, enjoy!

2014/2016: Leo:

Red lips - Leo x Female Reader

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

Donnie:

Five years - Donnie x Female Reader

Donnie creates a portal that transports them to 2021.

Five years alt ending - Donnie x Female Reader

It’s weird how many people have asked me for them to have kids, but I guess if that’s what you guys want to see then here is a short version 2, if you will, of five years. Be sure to read the original or it won’t really make much sense, this is just the ending. Enjoy!

Life is a dream part 1 - Donnie x GN Reader

You felt the small vibrations of your phone in your pocket, pulling it out you saw Donnie was once again calling you crap, "H-hey Donnie, I promise I'm on Allen Street. I'm like less than a minute away." you panted into the device. You could hear his sigh through the speaker, "Don't worry about it, I'm just wasting valuable pop tart time." he joked, your laughter was his reward.

Part 2 - Donnie x GN Reader

Speaking of the brothers, Mikey was sat playing some video games while leaning over to slurp his coke, you could hear panting and the sounds of something being destroyed coming from the dojo Raph. Finally taking lighter steps into the lair, you could smell a sweet fragrance waft through the air Leo.

Part 3 - Donnie x GN Reader

"Do you remember that video where the cat plays chopsticks with the chopsticks?" Mikey asked, pushing aside Donnie and getting closer to your face. You flinched at his close proximity, your mind still trying to adjust to your bright surroundings. "Can we focus here?" Leo argued, pulling Mikey away from you, he securely wrapped his arm around his younger brother in case he felt the need to jump at you again.

Final part - Donnie x GN Reader

"What?" he asked, "Can I ask you something?" You pondered why you were willing to tell Raph some of your deep, dark thoughts and not someone like Donatello "It's a free country," he quipped going back to his knitting. "Right," you said, glancing down to avoid making eye contact "It's just that...do you think- feel like something is off?"

Mikey:

Parading in style - Mikey x Male Reader

So I don’t know much about pride parades in NYC but I can only imagine they’re triple the ones from where I’m from, I’m also not going to give you a description of Mikey’s human form as that can be up to you. I’ve learned from experience that everyone has a different view of these characters and it’s unfair to the reader to force them to take my view of what he could look like, so yeah he looks like whatever you want him to. Hope you enjoy!

Raph:

A cold night in new  - Raph x Female Reader

Reader's apartment building's heat went out during a really chilly spring day, so when raph comes over he's all like "why tf does she have the thermostat on 5 degrees", but then he finds her cuddled up with tons of blankets on the couch, watching tv. after turning down the volume, reader explains the situation with the heat while shivering and clutching the blankets. raph has a brilliant plan for this.

Begging - Raph x Female Reader

Bayverse Raph and his S.O get into a huge fight and he hurts her feelings and Raph found her on the rooftop crying and he asks for forgiveness

Seeing you - Raph x Female Reader

The reader feels invisible and lonely, so she confides in Raph and telling him how her current boyfriend is using and abusing her. Then later on Raph confesses his feelings for the reader but her abusive boyfriend catches the reader and raph together.

I promise - Raph x Female Reader

The reader has scars from her mother and she shows Raph while crying about them and Raph listens and comforts her.tumblr

[sugarpasteltmnt]

You write unhinged Leo so well, and I really like how you write him. I was wondering if you had tips on unhinged characters 😂, or do you just get inspro from existing characters 👀

aksdakjsdh thank you so much ;w;

And honestly???? I’m not totally sure how to give tips— but I love, love, love unhinged characters in media, so I’ll use them as examples

(long rant below lol)

I’ve always been a big fan of silly, ‘crazy’ characters in animated movies and cartoons. I grew up on Batman the Animated Series and the original Teen Titans, which were full of silly, fun tragic characters.

Don’t get me wrong, i love a good edge-lord— but as a tot i thought the colorful, theatrical, insane bad guys were more fun to watch than the big scary serious ones (ESPECIALLY if they had a good villain song. A+ good shit)

(From left to right: Ratigan from Great Mouse Detective, Joker from Batman the Animated Series, Mumbo Jumbo from Teen Titans, Martin from Secret of Nimh 2, Bill Cypher from Gravity Falls, and Spinel from the Steven Universe movie)

And not just bad guys!! There are a ton of unhinged good/neutral characters that i absolutely adore.

(From left to right: King Bumi from ATLA, Clara from Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun, and, of course, our silly 2018 turtle boys)

((There are many more characters in both categories, but I’ll slide these examples in here for now))

My personal brand of “Unhinged” or “Crazy” characters definitely leans on comedy. That’s what i enjoy seeing and reading! I personally like it because it can help keep a story fresh and interesting. There’s an element of surprise and unpredictability with what a character might do, and i love that!!

I also really enjoy a touch of feral behavior in my unhinged characters. The lack of clarity and the danger that imposes can be a very fun tool to use, no matter the character’s moral compass. (I’m feral for feral behavior lol)

And impulses. Whether a character has a few screws loose or is generally a goober, they like to act on impulses. This often goes hand-in-hand with comedy, and that’s something I enjoy!! We get a lot of moments like that in Rise, and that was one of my favorite parts of that TMNT iteration.

But as far as writing goes, it’s been tricky for me. All of the characters I grew up or love have been visual— trying to find a good balance for reading has been a puzzle I’ve been figuring out as I go.

I read a lot manga (lol nerd) and comics, and I love how thoughts/dialog are depicted. Especially the really dramatic or impactful moments. (I’d add examples but I’m already at the Tumblr image limit LAME)

As strange as it sounds, I try to capture that “impactful visual” style in my writing. If I had ANY advice on writing unhinged characters, pay attention to pacing—

Short. Fast. A calculating thought. Perhaps a run on sentence that lacks punctuation to represent the rushing and disorganized thought process. A question? An answer with little thought. Is this moment amusing; describe how. Is it upsetting; describe how. Are the thoughts starting to scatter? M aybe s o…

Big moment statement.

Action or plan of next big move. Flow should never seem too uniform. Even in normal writing. Don’t be afraid of accentuating— but don’t overdo it. Remember, unhinged characters are impulsive. Have fun with that.

Just as a quick and dirty summary— when it comes to unhinged characters, I like to use comedy, feral behavior, and acting on impulses. I also like to keep it as visually appealing as possible for characters to give the eyes a little treat after reading walls of text. I like to use fun text formatting to help with the fun too (But don’t overdo it! Don’t make it feel like a chore to read) (<- says the girl who goes into way too much details sometimes lmao whoops)

But ultimately— have FUN!!! Unhinged characters are fun, so make sure you have fun writing/drawing/creating them!!

[sealofarchives]

Holiday Themed Oneshot - Putting a Star on a Christmas Tree (separate)

A/N: I mostly had this idea recommended to me from someone on wattpad [close to a previous year or two, I don't really remember] (they're no longer in the tmnt fandom but, I still greatly appreciated their help when I struggled with finishing my second x reader oneshot book.)

No warnings to this since its just fluff and an established relationship with the turtle of your choice

Midnight Glow

You held an instruction manual to Donnie's spare tech bo and tried to follow said steps. Adjusting the device as a makeshift weight to the ladder, hoping that it wouldn't tip over.

"I would advise against that if you want to spend the rest of the holidays with a potential injury. And possibly into the new year with how the human body doesn't heal overnight."

"Could you at least hold the ladder since you don't seem bothered by the winter cold?"

Donnie ignored your slightly annoyed remark and held your waist as small neon bright purple rockets lifted both of you off the ground. His left hand grabbed the star on top of the ladder and carefully placed it in your hands. Then placing his chin above your head.

"Does that solve your predicament of finally placing the star piece ornament on top of the christmas tree... I just barely woke up because you almost snuck off with one of my emergency tech bo without-

The star decoration illuminated the festive tree and the handmade trinkets, he and the rest of the turtle fam made from yesterday's unexpected snowed in event. His eyes slowly widen at your well made accessory beside his rushed attempt at one.

"Not my fault that you fell asleep early because you didn't charge your heater ahead of time. Plus, I wanted to see if the star piece really had colorful auras since it was from the Hidden City. Despite losing half my money to that and getting your surprise santa gift..."

You felt Donnie hid his face on to the back of your neck but, still squeezing you tight as both of your feet reached the ground floor.

"You still stole one of my inventions without my permission but, I'll let it pass because you made an effort to bring an instruction manual."

"I might need your assistance to make a few simple ones because its a headache trying to explain some to the dumb dumbs."

You slightly adjusted out of his grasp to kiss his lips as part of the deal then letting him holding you again.

The following afternoon, he still clinged to your side claiming how his heater suddenly has a faulty battery and added that to the endless list of assistant duties. You managed to sneak a picture of him taking a nap on your shoulder while you two made a trip for a replacement battery.

Last Minute Evening

Leo caught the star's piece ornament handle by the teeth as he spotted one of his portals near the kitchen ceiling. Seeing you distract Raph who was holding a few holiday decorations and groceries. The red slider turtle then focusing on taking hold of the nearby ladder and placing the last piece on the christmas tree.

Just as Leo was about to breath a sigh of relief, he winced accidentally tasting the leftover glitter from the decoration. Causing him to lose his balance on the last three steps of the ladder. You quickly rushed over to the sudden noise as the blue hero gave a thumbs up despite a small bruise forming by his ankle.

"All that matters is that we finally finished decorating the tree!"

"Close to 2 hours because a certain turtle wanted to poke fun on his least favorite Jupiter Jim movie..."

Leo hopped to the living room couch and took out the first aid kit underneath the chair.

"You barely saw half of the movie while sorting through the boxes. I still did my fair share getting the blue ornaments up."

You helped holding his leg by the couch's arm as he tied the long bandage wrap over the bruise.

"If we get stuck again to decorate next year's christmas tree, would you actually be more interested if its a Jupiter Jim themed or Lou Jitsu one?"

"Wait, is that actually a thing that exists?!"

You immediately blushed the instant he held your face, too excited at the mere thought of making that idea into a reality.

"N-not that I know of but, I'm not doing it if you gonna pull another last minute lazy Leo moment or expect me to distract Raph again."

Leo noticed you lightly pulling his forearms down with a blushed face. However, he still kept a firm yet gentle hold by your chin with a sincere grin on his face.

"Then I guess I have to be more serious to get what I want..."

After a few minutes, you were a bit lightheaded from his forehead kiss as both of you helped Raph with another holiday chore.

But...

"Hey (Y/N), why do you have glitter on your forehead-"

The red slider turtle ran past his two younger brothers carrying a bunch of rolled up wrapping paper. And you immediately running after him while Donnie was the only one with no worried reaction.

Afternoon Decorating

Raph steadied his breathing while his larger bright red form acted as a ladder while you set the last few decorations on the christmas tree. He hasn't tried this sort of trust exercise with you and can feel his focus slipping with the amount of worry inside his mind. (potentially causing another chasm on his forehead.)

His shoulders eventually relaxed as you placed the star safely and the other Raph mimicking the same movements as well.

Once you reached the ground floor, both Raphs blushed pink from your surprise thank you kiss on to the transparent figure's face.

"I wanted to try a spell from a book I snuck into Donnie's library card tag. And how much do you think it will cost if I want to keep it for myself?"

The alligator snapping turtle shook his head but, lightly chuckled at your idea.

"Guess Raph has to keep a closer eye on (Y/N), the next time they hide a smile or crossing their fingers behind their back."

Raph bridal carrying his significant other and returning a bunny kiss back at them.

"Boo, you're no fun~"

Early Morning Furnishing

You barely kept your eyes open while being under Mikey's fluffy pajama jacket over his shell. And normally you would squint because of the star and its bright lights but, you had enough energy to be in awe of the decorated tree, now shining more because of the box shell turtle's overly optimistic personality. As he greeted you with a kiss to your now blushing face.

"Sorry for the extremely early wake up call but, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to see the tree before the morning sun arrived."

You held onto his arm with a yawn, nuzzling close to his cold-blooded temperature.

"It does look sort of pretty but, please don't do this all the time. I'm not exactly a morning person..."

"I could make it up to you, a souffle pancake just for sweet ol' (Y/N)!"

You smiled wrapping his jacket around the both of you.

"I almost feel spoiled getting the breakfast in bed treatment any time I sleep over here."

"You're cute when you do it! I mostly get some whines from two turtles who know how to cook but, chose to be stubborn in the most petty way possible."

You kissed Mikey's beak before your face landed on his pillow.

"I guess I got very lucky dating a patient turtle..."

Mikey blushed as he tucked you into his blanket. A one lovesick sigh at your sleeping form before he heads out of his room to make the family breakfast.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

The attractive voice part 3 please! When Donnie and reader decide to meet in real life together! :D

The Attractive Voice: part 3 (Angst?/Fluff)

2007!Donatello x reader

Part 1 (Fluff) Part 2 (18+)

A/N: This one is not 18+, as it didn’t seem to fit quite right with what I had in mind💜

All characters are aged up

Warning: None, other than spelling💜

When do you call a relation between you and another person a relationship? After you called each other even day, just to hear the voice that made your hearts skip a beat, and put bright smiles on your faces? Or was it fitting to do so after you started to do everything together, with each other over the phone? Or could you do it after you and Donnie would stay on the phone together late at night, pleasuring yourselves to the sounds of the other? Well, maybe.

You and Donnie had not yet gotten to a point, where either of you had felt brave enough, to bring up the topic of relationship status or titles. You feared that a conversation like that would scare Donnie away, while Donnie feared a talk about relationship status would bring up another topic - meeting up in real life.

During all your conversations, Donnie feared the day you would ask to see or meet him. He had no idea how to react the day you would ask to meet him. He really wanted to meet you, and the face of the person he had been talking to for so long. But how was he going to explain his appearance? Was he just going to tell you that he in fact was a mutant turtle, and just hope that you would go with it? Or let alone believe him. And that was making Donnie nervous.

But while Donnie was nervous, fearful the moment you would ask to see him, you had gotten curious. You were trying to create an image in your head, based on the few things you knew about Donatello. He had brown eyes, part Italian and part Japanese and very muscular. However, that was a pretty vague picture, so you had been starting to ask small questions. His height, his nose, his hair, his ears and so on. And with every question, you could hear the nervousness in Donnie’s voice when he vaguely answered. You chuckled it up to Donnie not being confident in his own appearance, and therefore you decided to not push him too far, too fast. You had plenty of time, so there was no need for rushing anything. But both of you knew, without telling each other, that it wouldn’t take long before that conversation would make its way up.

But life continued, slowly inching closer to the day that you and Donnie finally would meet. Even if it wasn’t in the way that you had expected.

You were walking home from work one evening, after your closing shift that weekend, dialing Donnie on your phone. Nothing about your sometimes late shifts, Donnie had asked you to call him when you walked home, so he could make sure that you were okay, all the way home to your apartment, with your door locked safely behind you. And even then you would stay on the phone together, talking late in the night, almost falling asleep on the phone together.

You started walking down the street with your phone to your ear, listening to the ringing as you waited for Donnie to pick up. The wind blew cold air around you, making you pull your jacket closer around you, sending looks down the street behind you. The ringing turned to beeping, and you looked at your phone in confusion, calling Donnie’s number once more. Why wasn’t he picking up? This wasn’t like Donnie. He always picked up, even if he was in the middle of something.

You looked at your phone, getting ready to text Donnie and ask him what was going on, when suddenly something large fell from above, slamming into the pavement from above, sending dust flying into the air, breaking the sidewalk in the process. You were horrified to see a large creature, with fur, horns, large yellow eyes and long sharp teeth, along with what looked like big hands and feet, with claws like nails at the end of each finger.

You staggered backwards, unable to take your eyes off the creature in front of you, hearing the low grunts as it heaved for air. Then suddenly, as the dust slowly started to settle, the creature turned its gaze towards you. You almost stumbled, feeling fear rush over you, causing you to freeze in its line of sight. It roared, the sound sending waves through you, yet you did not move. All you could do was scream. Scream and stare as it came rushing towards you, its claws ready to lash out at you.

But before any claws could get you, or any pain could befall your body, you were pushed out of the way - no, you were carried. In a pair of strong arms, carrying you off to a safer part of the street in a hurry. You looked up at your carrier, only to be met by a green face. A green face, a shell on their back, with a bow staff strapped on to said shell, and a purple bandana wrapped around your face, with a pair of eye holes, allowing you to see a pair of brown eyes.

You almost screamed, panic flashing across your face once more. First a monster falling from the top of a building, and now this. But your carrier was quick to hush you, placing you on your feet, maintaining eye contact as they held onto your shoulders. They were trying to comfort you.

“Don’t worry”, they said, in a familiar voice. A voice you could recognize anywhere. “I got you. Me and my brothers got this. You’re safe-”.

“Donnie?”, you asked, staring at him in shock.

They mutant turtles stared at you with wide eyes, feeling as if all air had been knocked out of him, forgetting all about the monster behind him, and his brothers that were currently trying to fight it.

“(Y/N)?”, he asked, his voice shivering. His hands shook on your shoulders, your eyes never leaving one another. Damn, he had some deep brown eyes.

Donnie felt his mouth go dry, several emotions rushing through him. Fear and happiness, along with pleasant surprise. You were there before him. You in your beautiful form - much more beautiful than he could ever had imagined you to be. But you were looking at him. His green turtle form, standing before you with his hands on your shoulders, unsure of what you thought of him. The mixture of emotions made his stomach hurt and his heart pound like crazy. He almost felt sick, fearing you would scream or yell. But before you could ever do such a thing, there was shouting from Donnie’s brothers, followed by the monster storming towards the two of you.

Donnie acted quick, pushing you behind him and pulled his bow staff from his shell, taking a stance before the creature. You watched as Donnie swung his staff at the creature, hitting it over the head, causing it to whimper and back up a bit, giving Donnie’s brothers enough time to come and help him out. However, during the ensuing struggle, the monster managed to get away. With a loud roar, it jumped to the top of the nearby building, before running into the night, causing the four brothers to groan in annoyance. But Donnie did not.

Donnie turned to you, fearful of what he would see. He expected you to be scared of him, tell him to never talk to you again, and run away. He feared that you were horrified by not just his looks, but this sudden introduction to not only his appearance, but the life he was living. But to his surprise, you still stood there, your expression shocked, but with a glint of admiration. If there had been any disgust, it was impossible for Donnie to detect, even as he tried to look for it in your beautiful face.

“Listen, (Y/N)”, he started, hoping that he could save what might have been ruined. “I know what this looks like, and I can explain everything, but-”.

Donnie did not get to finish that sentence, before you had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the shocked mutant close to you, so that you could plant your lips firmly on his. Donnie froze, not daring to fully believe what was happening. You were kissing him, even after seeing who he truly was. But after a moment he allowed himself to relax against you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer against his plastron, ignoring the sound of his brothers’ jaws hitting the pavement, staring in shock at the scene in front of them.

Pulling from the kiss, you smiled at Donnie, joy appearing big and bright on your face, and your eyes shining just as much. This confused Donnie. This was not how he had expected you to react.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”, Donnie asked, his eyes wide and an unbreakable smile on his face as he fought for his breath.

You chuckled and shook your head. “There’s no way I could be mad at you”, you said. “All though this wasn’t was I expected”. You gestured to his body. “But I could not never be mad at it”.

For a moment Donnie just stared at you, your words echoing through his head. He didn’t know what to say, nor what to do. But with the growing happiness bubbling up inside of him, he could only do one thing, and that was to pull you in for another kiss. And you kissed back with a smile. You now knew that Donnie did not only have an attractive voice, but an interesting yet handsome face to go with it. And suddenly the thought of having an official relationship, didn’t seem so far off anymore.

[taleeater]

Fragile Part 3

Help I rewrote this part like 3 times 😅

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’)

Warnings: injury, mentions of torture, wholesome dad time, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2

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Morning came slowly in a warm wash of soft blankets and clean sheets. You thought you might still be dreaming. Closing your eyes you begged to savor the moment you felt in safety and comfort.

Time passed, and you became confused, and then anxious. You slowly opened your eyes and found yourself looking around a traditionally Japanese styled room.

You sat up slowly and felt the melted ice pack slide off your shoulder into your lap. Then the memory of the previous day returned to you, along with all the aches and pains. You felt the bruising in your shoulder, the sore scrape on your knee, the deep burning cuts on the bottom of your feet. And a headache that felt akin to a bad hangover.

But none of that mattered to you. In this moment, you reveled in your freedom. You were not locked in a glass cage. Your every move was not being watched. You were not held down and-.

You stopped your train of thought. Unwilling to allow yourself to relive those memories again.

Your eyes traveled around the room, taking in the decor, and you spotted the glass of water left for you hours before. Gingerly, you scoot over to it and took it, downing most of the glass in a few gulps. That seemed to give you renewed energy.

Then in the dark room, you noticed that a light was still on in the lair. It’s warm glow filtering in from under the tapestry hanging in the doorway.

You pulled yourself to the edge of your bed and slowly, quietly, stood, supporting yourself with a hand on the desk. It took a few long minutes of swaying to feel confidence in your balance again. But when you were ready, you took a step. Then another. And another. Your feet burned, and you flinched every other step, but you slowly made your way to the room’s entrance.

Your fingertips found the edge of the drapes and you peeked out into the main room. The light seemed to be coming from the small kitchen. Then the sound of quiet steady snoring from the living room caught your attention, where you spotted a bald green head peaking out from the edge of the arm rest.

The new space made you feel a rush of excitement. You couldn’t remember the last time you had the freedom to leave your room. Then your stomach rumbled, and you realized with surprised clarity that you were probably starving. You didn’t want to wake up Leo, or bother any of these newly met mutants just for food. But some movement in the dimly lit kitchen caught your attention. Curious, you took a careful step out into the dark room.

“Well now, what do we have here?”

You were startled so badly you lost your balance as your knees buckled under you. You looked up quickly from your spot on the floor and found a wise old looking rat mutant gazing at you, stroking his long beard.

“Even injured, you move with the silence and grace of a ninja.” The mysterious old man observed. You looked up at him puzzled, a small blush creeping across your cheeks. You reached for the door frame to help pull yourself up on wobbly legs, then the old man offered you a hand. You looked him in the eye and found no deception, before timidly reaching out and taking his hand.

“Come, you must be hungry.” He said warmly. He felt, fatherly in a way. His hand offered you support as you walked together slowly to the kitchen.

“Huh? Oh! You’re up!” The cheerful orange mutant greeted you. He saw you slowly walking in with the assistance of his father, and quickly looked between the two of you nervously.

“Uuuuuuhhhh, hey dad! This is- well-“ he stammered. The old rat held up a hand to the young turtle asking for his silence.

“I understand we have a guest. We can save the questions for after tea.”

“Right! Right. And pancakes!!!”

Mikey rushed over and took over from his father and helped you into a chair. The old rat took a seat across from you.

“I see you have met my sons.”

You paused a moment, then nodded.

“A-are there…. Others here too…?” It took you a moment to find your voice.

“Others like us? No. Though we have a few human friends that come to visit from time to time.”

You nodded thoughtfully, wondering what kind of people they kept as friends.

Mikey had busied himself mixing pancake batter in a large bowl, humming a tune. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, and there were some dried stains on the old wooden table. You were surprised that the stench of the sewer didn’t seem to reach their home.

Home.

That was a word you had greatly missed. People lived here. This was a family. A family of mutants that had carved out a safe place for themselves far away from some sterile laboratory.

The kettle on the stove began to whistle, and you heard a groan from over on the couch. Leo must be waking up.

Splinter stood and attended to the tea pot, pulling out an extra cup from the cupboard. You took a deep breath and breathed in the aromatic scent, feeling your tense shoulders begin to relax.

“Here, this should calm your nerves.” He said as he poured you a hot cup of tea.

You took the offered cup and held it in your hands, letting the warmth seep into your bones. You saw your warped reflection in the brown liquid, and felt a strange wave of emotion wash over you. Quietly, you took a small sip of the tea, the earthy bitter taste warmed you from the inside out.

The smallest hint of a smile pulled at the edges of your lips, and the old rat smiled at you in return.

“My name is Splinter. What may I call you?” He asked warmly.

“……..(y/n). My name is (y/n).” You answered.

Conversation was light and warm. Leo had eventually stretched and came to sit at the table. After his father poured him a cup of tea he perked up like a freshly watered plant. There was an amusing moment where he seemed to realize with slight shock and panic that you were already sitting at the table and enjoying light conversation with Splinter. Mikey had put on some pop music to sing to while he fried up literal mountains of pancakes. Donnie eventually trudged in clearly still half asleep and Mikey handed him a cup of coffee that he had mixed in an alarming amount of sugar into. Even Raph eventually came in, freshly showered by the looks of it, just as Mikey placed the plates of pancakes on the table. The smell had your mouth salivating.

“Aaaaaand, here you are! Eat as much as you want! There’s plenty more where that came from~”Mikey placed a stack of 5 pancakes in front of you, topped with strawberries and plenty of syrup.

Your eyes sparkled at the sight, and your stomach growled loudly in anticipation. You looked between Mikey and the stack of pancakes, not fully believing they were for you.

“Th- thank you for the food!” You said hesitantly before picking up a fork and cutting a bite of the pancakes for yourself. They were so fluffy and sweet, you hummed happily around the bite.

Mikey beamed as you quickly dove in for more.

While you were distracted, Splinter sent a look to Leo, a small conversation was held with their eyes. A pleased look from Master Splinter indicated that he didn’t mind the company, and his eyes narrowing slightly as a sign they would talk about this later in private.

You had eaten a third of the pancakes when you felt full to bursting. You were used to such small portion sizes at the lab, you felt embarrassed you couldn’t finish the delicious food. You stared at the mostly full plate, and willed your stomach to make more room.

“You don’t have to finish eating it all if you can’t.” Leo interjected, snapping you out of your staring contest with the plate.

“I… sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve been given this much food. It- it was delicious. Thank you.” You said timidly.

“No worries dudette! Glad you liked it!” Mikey cleared the table and Raph got up to help with dishes.

“So tell me, how did you come to meet my sons?” Master Splinter asked curiously. He could assume as much as to why you were here. You had no place else to go.

Donnie choked on his coffee a bit. “Uhhhh-“

Leo interjected. “It’s Stockman. He’s back in the city.”

“Yeah! Dudette was totally in trouble! We swooped in and rescued them and-“ Mikey was cut off by Raph shoving him.

“Keep drying the dishes dumbass, let them speak.”

You hesitated to find the right words. “I… was being held against my will in a laboratory, by Dr Stockman. He was using me to test his experiments on.”

“What kind of experiments? Do you know?” Donnie questioned you. It seemed like you had the full attention of the table now and it made you nervous.

“Yes…. Kind of. I was living in Japan at the time- in Tokyo. I was hired as an assistant to Dr Stockman over a year ago to run errands for him and bring him food, since he didn’t know Japanese and the organization he worked for didn’t let him leave the lab. I had no idea he was working for the Foot yakuza. One day I stumbled upon what he was working on. He was experimenting on animals- mutating them into human hybrids with a strange substance he had. Dr Stockman caught me, and imprisoned me to keep it a secret. He had been wanting a new human to experiment on. I guess his previous experiments ended in failure… the Foot wanted him to make a weapon, one that could look human on the outside but have enhanced abilities on the inside. Something about my testing must’ve been working, because a few months ago we were moved here to New York.”

“So it worked?!” Donnie exclaimed, on the edge of his seat.

“I… I don’t know. He injected me with something. An altered version of the solution, and I didn’t take on animal characteristics. But I didn’t feel any different. He kept trying all these different tests on me to try and ‘activate’ it but nothing was working.”

“Then how did you escape?” Leo asked you suspiciously.

You paused a long moment, and looked down at your hands. You were thinking back to last night. Everything happened so fast… “I… I don’t know…. Bebop and Rocksteady were watching me. They were…. ‘Messing around’…. Hurting me….” Your hands started shaking. They tightened into fists in your lap. “When they left, they forgot to lock the door behind them. It was just dumb luck, but I took my chance and snuck out of the facility before they could come back.”

Raph snorted at that. “Yeah, ‘dumb luck’.” He mused. Donnie scrubbed a hand tiredly down his face and Leo shared a look with Mikey, to which he shrugged.

Master Splinter stood up from his chair and slowly walked around the table, and placed his hands gently on your shoulders, startling you out of your memories.

“You are very brave for what you did. We should be grateful for the luck that brought you here to us. If what you say is true, then it is possible you carry the same mutagen that transformed us many years ago.”

Your eyes widened at that. You didn’t yet understand what that meant.

“It issss possible that the mutagen was simply altered to lie in a dormant state until triggered by something- like a certain chemical compound or hormone. Would you be okay letting me run some tests on you?” Donnie asked casually. He was deep in thought.

A small shiver ran down your spine and you bristled. You didn’t know how to respond. The thought of being experimented on again made your blood run cold, but you didn’t know how to say no.

“I…. Um… I….-“

“Hey guys! I got your message!”

A woman in a yellow jacket suddenly walked in through the main entrance of the lair carrying a large duffle bag over her shoulder. She walked into the kitchen over towards Leo and plopped the bag down on the floor, looking you over and putting a hand on her hip.

“What did I miss?”

This was a tough chapter to write I’m gonna be honest 😅 I hope it turned out okay! April enters the scene!!

If you remember toward the end of Out of the Shadows, Karai ordered Stockman be taken to a facility in Tokyo Japan to be forced to work for the Foot, and not given any recognition for his accomplishments. I thought it would be a good plot tie in as to what he’s been doing the last few years.

Part 4

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I know in Usagi’s ref sheet he’s 16 (not sure if he’s been aged up because of all the art), but you’d drawn some art of Usagi with artistic nudity as well. Remembering back to that one really fun thing where you had us pick how Usagi spends a day, he said that he felt “dirty” and felt Leo’s hands on him, before it switched to bugs, and he seemed to have marks on him, plus the art of all the bites and what I can assume are nonsexual(?) hickies??

Is Usagi a victim of SA?

His relationship with Leo seems to hint that at times, with Leo’s nonconsentual biting and repeated flirts, plus all the comments in the past in art with Ichida or Mikey saying Leo “takes Usagi’s belt off” or “Well I can’t just meow and spread my legs to get what I want”..

I might be reading too into it, but I love their dynamic and am trying to make a list of the psychology behind them and what really happens in their relationship, as most art seems to be behind rose colored glasses or from Leo’s manipulative point of view

OKAY SO.

When I originally made the AU, I was not a victim of sexual assault myself, and therefore did not feel that I had a right to represent an SA victim, especially one as a main character.

Usagi was originally just meant to be representative of an abuse victim/people pleaser having a lack of bodily autonomy and (bc of my own hatred and disgust of physical touch) I often project that into Usagi (the artistic nudity is bc 1. I don't think nudity is inherently sexual (or that anything is inherently sexual) 2. Usagi has a body type I love drawing and 3. It is a metaphor for how he's objectified and vulnerable, and also with an air of shame around his body, evoking body dysmorphia/dysphoria and purity culture)

I'm also aro/ace and autistic so my relationship to my own body, sexuality, nudity etc is not conventional and may not be popular but that is MY intent behind my art and not whatever anyone else says the intent is

WITH THAT BEING SAID, as my life did not stop after I made the AU, I eventually experienced sexual assault myself (1 out of 6 n all) and I will say, with my newer perspective, that if you want to view Usagi as an SA victim, that is completely fine and valid within the narrative. If you Don't want to, that is also completely fine.

Usagi is meant to be seen more as a representation of a lack of autonomy. Of course that lends itself to Leo assaulting Usagi, but this is also a lack of autonomy in his own life, body, relationships, etc.

The life of a gifted kid people pleaser, constantly bending to the whims of expectations and such. If that means he's an SA victim to you, he is. If that means he's trans to you, he is, if that means he's from the bronx to you, etc etc. Usagi kinda evolved be a vent character to me, so he can absolutely be that to yall 👌

The comments made by characters like Mikey or Ishida are generally non-canon now, they're a bit crass and almost. Just kicking Usagi when he's already down, which just feels like torture porn after a while. The hamatos see Usagi as 'Leo's thing' but that's simply objectification bc the turtles donr really see other people as People. I did that mostly as a form of bullying to myself, kinda cus I always feel Gross and projected that.

As for the rose colored glasses part, I agree. I adore contrasting themes/exaggeration/satire in art, so I love dark topics seen in cutesy/silly ways, often bc its much more accurate to how it can feel/look from the outside. A dizzy, serotonin laced kinda trance as your brain barely processes what is going on. I cut bc I get a kinda dopamine rush high from it so I put that perspective in my stuff often LMAO

I'd also be lying if I didn't say I loved Dreamalgia and their use of creepycute styles and aesthetics. Plus it lends to how Leo twists the narrative of their relationship in the AU and to the viewer (that's also why Usagi seems kinda 1 dimensional sometimes, Leo has made him a shell of his former self, before Leo Usagi was a lot more nuanced LOLZ)

If any of yall don't like that answer, that's fine, just unfollow me LMAO I truely don't mind how ppl HC about the AU so 👌 I'll keep making content that can be interpreted however anyone wants fr 💯