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Part 5: Metamorphosis (Raphael x Reader)

this is going to be a LOT of parts, so here is the link to the story on A03. The rest will be here :)

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When you had returned to headquarters, you reported back to Tiger Claw. Despite his plan to take revenge on Karai, he still had to fulfill his duties as her second in command, and that included sending you on missions of mayhem of your own. You omitted the details of your meetings with a particular red ninja when you updated him on the progress of some of your clan’s organized crimes. You would have been better off just telling him the truth since your words seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other.

Sensing that you were becoming unwell, Tiger Claw informed you that your days were numbered, indicating that he wanted to implement his plan soon. You brushed him off before turning into your chambers.

It was not long until you were suddenly incapacitated.

You shakily wiped your mouth after you finished involuntarily retching into a rusted bucket. You avoided looking at the contents you had consumed earlier that night as you allowed yourself to collapse against the cold floor. You had stripped yourself of your uniform, remaining in nothing but cloth wrappings that you sported as undergarments. Being the sweaty mess you were, you had half a mind to remove those as well. However, you didn’t want anyone to stumble upon you during your most vulnerable moment.

You spent a lot of nights like this; vomiting, aching, and burning up. Stockman blamed it on your development while in your ‘pod’– you had yet to see what he was referring to, and you’d liked to keep it that way. He often ran tests on you and injected you with substances that would help relieve your symptoms and enhance your abilities. As the days passed, you would return to this pathetic state much sooner than anticipated and he was running low on supplies.

‘This is my punishment,’ you thought, allowing another round of nausea to jerk you back towards the bucket. You felt as though your own body was tormenting you for betraying the clan, for betraying Shredder.

Though the formidable man was long gone, you still felt a profound sense of guilt that gnawed at you each time you shared intel with his sworn enemies, the Hamato clan. Regardless of what that disgusting fly concluded, you knew that your sickness was only the physical toll of deviating from the core principles instilled in your upbringing– your creation.

Through the tuft of hair that fell over your eyes, you were able to make out the form of a large tiger standing tall just beyond your doorframe before your hopes of your ails being under the radar were suddenly diminished. Through gritted teeth, you demanded he left you be. He looked you over with his one eye, then huffed angrily.

He eventually left you alone once more, but the damage had already been done. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that he only saw you as a lesser version of the woman he once knew. You used to argue with him, desperately trying to prove that you were still the same. He would only continue to lose his respect for you, as well as his faith that you were the same woman who had been mutated and was now locked up in Stockman’s lab. Seeing you this weak only fueled his plan to take revenge on Karai… without your help.

His absence prompted you to think back on why you turned to the turtles, to begin with. Under different circumstances, you would like to think that you would be flattered by the way Takeshi seemed to be ready to burn down the Earth to get back at Karai for what she did to your progenitor. If only he could see that he would be no better than that cruel woman if he were to--

You pressed your sweaty palms to your forehead as your fever was starting to be accompanied by a throbbing headache. It took far too long for you to grow familiar with the pain before you were able to muster up enough strength to slam your metal door shut. You pressed yourself against it as you contained the childlike whimpering that threatened to escape you.

You spent quite some time in that position before you slowly drifted off.

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Part 4: Idiot (Raphael x Reader)

i am free from writers block, but now i cannot stop writing.

wrd count: 1.7k

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You were beyond exhausted, and hunger gnawed at you. The last time you had a proper meal felt like a distant memory. You used to share meals with Tiger Claw in what used to be the mess hall, but you had both grown apart. He favored the mutant version of you, the one he had actually fought alongside and trained with during her formative years. You couldn’t blame him; you were just a mere copy.

Despite your weariness, you summoned what little energy remained to leave headquarters and rendezvous with the turtles. You spared yourself the rooftop acrobatics and ventured through the quiet streets of Chinatown. Most businesses were closed for the night, and you remained concealed in the shadows, clad in your uniform – the only clothing you possessed.

You eventually reached a dimly lit block that seemed nearly abandoned, adorned with graffiti and litter. Amidst this urban decay, a small Japanese-themed restaurant stood untouched. This was the address that Raphael had given you.

“Murakami,” you mumbled the name on the sign, searching for a hint of recognition. When it didn’t ring any bells, you pushed through the Japanese-style doors. The interior was dim, a familiar setting for you. It appeared deserted, except for an elderly man in the corner, diligently sweeping under the tables. His pitch-black glasses revealed to you that he was blind. He greeted you without turning his head.

You were starting to doubt your memory. Was this really the right place?

“Hello…” you trailed off, briefly reconsidering your assumption, “Mr. Murakami?”

“Ah, yes,” he replied, smiling, “that is me.”

You nodded as though he could see it and continued to linger by the entrance. You debated whether to leave or wait for the arrival of the turtles when your stomach growled loudly. Slightly embarrassed, especially when the old man chuckled at you, you decided to sit. “I’ll be right with you,” he announced just before disappearing into the kitchen.

You selected a seat at the bar. You felt entirely out of place as an armed Foot clan member casually sitting at the bar in an old man’s restaurant. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had eaten at a restaurant. You began peeling your mask off of your head when you heard the back door open and then shut, the bell above it ringing sweetly.

It wasn’t long before a familiar bara appeared. Like clockwork, his name rolled off your tongue before you stood. Your mask was long forgotten on the table.

Raphael uttered a short greeting of his own as he came to join you at the bar, sitting one stool away. You cautiously resumed your seat.

Amidst the silence, except for the old man’s humming and clattering in the kitchen, both of you could smell the delicious aroma of a meal being prepared, even though you hadn’t placed an order. You counted the seconds until the silence became unbearable, then spun your chair to face him, only to find that he had done the same.

He broke the silence, “You got a name or somethin’?”

You smiled at him for the first time. ”Or somethin’,” you playfully mimicked his Brooklyn accent. He started to turn away just before you responded with your actual name. He repeated it, and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered. It had been so long since you had heard your own name.

“Where are your brothers?” you asked.

He jammed his thumb over his shoulder, and your eyes followed suit. To your surprise, three turtles were comfortably seated at tables near the front door.

Two of them were crammed into a booth, one in orange and the other in purple. You recognized them as Michelangelo and Donatello. When you locked eyes with the terrapin in orange, he smiled and playfully waved his three fingers at you. In response, you stiffly waved back, and he rested his head in his hand, sighing dreamily. His brother was too engrossed in something on the device in his hand.

In the booth behind them sat the turtle in blue, whose piercing blue eyes practically bore into your skull. He seemed uncertain about you and wanted you to know it. He was just as intimidating as his brother, Raph, if not more.

The turtle beside you spoke up again, “We need ya to help us with helpin’ you.”

You gave him your attention once more. It sounded like they had already come up with a plan. “Let’s hear it,” you told him. Instead of Raph speaking, however, the brother in blue spoke for him.

“Karai is eventually going to find out who is giving out intel, and it isn’t going to be pretty. Eventually, you’re going to deliberately be given false information, and we’re not sure if we can save you from her wrath,” he explained, now standing even taller than his brother, “so we need you to help us come up with a different plan.”

As you took in what he had said, Mr. Murakami returned with water for you and sodas for all of the boys except Leo. He received a steaming cup of tea. You all thanked him and waited for him to dip back into the kitchen. You took a sip from your glass, wondering what the story was behind the turtles and this old man before asking what they had in mind.

Leonardo and Donatello took turns explaining their plan to obtain a full layout of the Foot headquarters in order to sneak in and put a stop to Stockman’s experiments, which they believed to be the first step in defeating Karai. You had already considered this and promptly shot down their idea.

“You would be outnumbered and out-planned,” you told them, looking at Raphael. He had been avoiding eye contact and was awfully quiet.

“Outnumbered, perhaps, but out-planned? Please,” Donnie boasted, “they’ve got nothing on us.”

“It’ll just take some time,” Leo added, blowing into his cup.

Still not entirely convinced, you tried to engage Raphael, asking for his thoughts as the leader. Your fingernails drummed against the bartop in anticipation.

He visibly tensed before lobbing his head back with closed eyes. You could see his fists clenching and unclenching in his lap.

It wasn’t long before there was sniggering and then outright laughter.

Leo plopped down on the other side of you, his shell facing the counter as he smiled smugly at his younger brother. You were a little embarrassed, feeling as though you were being left out of some inside joke.

“W-What is it?” you stuttered, looking between the two turtles for clarity.

“Sweet-cheeks,” Mikey giggled, “Leo is our leader.”

“And the oldest,” he piped up beside you. His smug demeanor was a stark contrast to the serious and no-nonsense aura he had just displayed minutes ago. “Did Raph here tell you otherwise?”

You spared the red terrapin further embarrassment and denied his claim and admitted that it was merely a lapse in judgment. Despite your denial, Leo knew otherwise judging from his brother’s initial reaction. He also saw the thankful look Raph sent your way before downing his drink to further cool off.

When Raph slammed his cup back down, he looked between his brothers and remarked, “You guys are ridiculous.”

The subject was quickly dropped when the old man made a reappearance, this time with a tray. There was a bowl of hot ramen, and plates of gyoza.

You were served first, the ramen being yours. There were already a pair of chopsticks at the ready. The boys all received the gyoza.

You bowed your head and thanked Mr. Murakami, the others following suit. Once he disappeared, the boys began to dig in. Raph was several bites in when he realized you had yet to touch your food.

“Not hungry?” he asked after swallowing.

You sheepishly stirred your chopsticks in the bowl, “I don’t have any money to pay for this…”

He chortled, “S’on the house.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

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Unfortunately, you were unable to come up with a plan on the spot. It was agreed that it would take time, however Donnie still tasked you with learning more about Stockman’s projects. It would give them the upperhand in the end if they knew what to expect.

You agreed to go through with it, happy to be a spy for the turtles if it meant you didn’t end up becoming an abomination. You answered all of their questions truthfully— and there were many. In the end, the turtles seemed to be more trusting of you which was appreciated. The time to part came, however, Raph lingered behind as per usual, telling his brothers that he would catch up with them at the lair.

Eventually, it was just the two of you.

You both ignored the elephant in the room and made small talk instead. You felt as though you were the one carrying the conversation, but you could feel his desire to learn more about you. It was only natural, you two had encountered one another for many nights, and you were one of the few people in the world who weren’t the absolute bane of his existence.

Plus, you weren’t trying to kill him and his brothers.

“How long are you gonna stay with the Foot?” he asked, taking initiative this time .

“Hopefully, not long at all,” you answered, unsure. There was no ‘leaving’ the Foot. They would hunt you down until your last breath.

“Whaddya plan to do after?”

You remained silent, lost and unsure of yourself. The future was a mystery, and all you could envision was a bleak one, filled with the looming threat of death, both figuratively and literally.

Raphael sensed your emotional turmoil and regretted bringing up the topic. "If anything," he began, swallowing hard, "I'm sure we can help ya figure it out..."

You thanked him but decided not to stay any longer. You picked up your mask and hurriedly left the restaurant.

For some reason, your sudden change in attitude bothered him. He stormed out of the back door, reflecting on the things he could have said and how you might have reacted. He thought about the small lie he had gotten caught up in and how it might have altered your perception of him.

He felt like an idiot. He felt like an even bigger idiot for even caring to begin with.

His brothers were only going to make him feel worse when he got home.

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Part 3: Fix (Raphael x Reader)

as a new yorker, i have to replay videos of raph talking to hear the accent fr lol

wrd count: 1.5k

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With each passing day, Raphael found himself anticipating seeing you again. He found himself occasionally going easy on some of the bots he usually obliterated just in case they happened to be you. You once made a joke and told him that he would know if it were you if he happened to see a ‘robot’ with mounds of flesh on its chest. It almost went over his head. 

Regardless, you seemed to have learned your lesson and announced your presence by calling his name instead of sneaking up on him.

It had been a few days since your last meetup, and the two of you became a tad more chatty than usual. He still had some mistrust in you despite your help, but he found that some conversation outside of his usual small circle of friends was… nice. His appearance never seemed to bother you either, although you could just be literally masking any looks of disgust. 

He had just finished taking care of some thugs who attempted to rob a woman – she was long gone – when his brothers left him behind to find some more “warmups.” He was just about to join them when he heard his name being uttered by a soft voice. He stopped and looked up to find you perched upon a fire escape ladder, staring him down. 

“What’s the word?” he quipped, tucking away his sais as you dropped down in front of him. 

You used your foot to poke at the belly of one of the men on the ground and found that he was just unconscious. You then gave Raph your attention. 

“Hello to you, too…” you grumbled under your breath. He quietly scoffed, though it was lighthearted. 

“It is very hard to locate you and your brothers,” you told him. You quickly raised a hand to stop him before he could speak when you noticed this alarmed him a bit, “We need to have a spot where we can find one another.”

He relaxed somewhat and thought about it. “Okay,” he nodded, “guess that makes sense…”

You both went quiet as you thought of a spot, but his mind began to wander. “Why just me an’ you?” he asked, wondering why he didn’t think to ask sooner. It was pretty convenient that you always appeared when he was alone. 

Your brows raised beneath your mask. You thought the answer was pretty obvious, “Well, you’re in charge, right? I figured it would just make sense if shared the information with you so that you could relay it to your brothers…”

Raphael shifted uncomfortably and blinked, “Y-Yeah,” he stammered, “right.” 

You didn’t seem to notice his change in demeanor and listed off potential places that weren’t on the Foot’s radar while he remained on the previous subtopic. 

You thought he was the leader? 

You eventually managed to get through to him again, “We can worry about that later. I know you’re just itching for some more action.”

You reached into your pouch and pulled out an old, torn book page that had a time and a place etched into it. It was a little difficult to read. You held it between the two of you and waited for him to snatch it up as he usually did. Instead, he was a little more careful with taking it from you and began squinting at it. 

“Run outta ink or somethin’?” 

“You could say that,” you said, bashfully. 

He tucked the page in his belt, “This isn’t for another few hours.”

You acknowledged his observation with a nod and then turned back to climb the ladder. Raphael, with ample time on his hands and confidence in his brothers’ safety, decided to initiate another conversation. You remained an enigmatic figure that had yet to be fully understood.

“Ya said ya needed our help stopping Karai,” he recalled aloud, “but she hasn’t shown her face not once.”

You swiftly turned to face him. “Karai is behind it all, and your interception inconveniences her a great deal,” you responded. 

“We need to do better than just ‘inconviencin’’ her.”

“No, we have to stop her and Stockman before they unleash havoc upon the city.”

“What exactly do you think they’ve been doin’ for years?” he growled.

You shook your head at him, then looked toward the entrance of the alley the two of you were in. You let out his name before explaining, “You don’t understand.”

He waited for the impending explanation but grew a bit impatient and demanded answers, starting to doubt your intentions.

“The mutant that April encountered,” you trailed off, choosing your words carefully, “was created by them. Tiger Claw and I were sent to retrieve… her. She is an experiment gone wrong, and one of the worst kinds at that. The Kraang bots have been proven worthless, so she wants to resort to a mutant army.

“I’m not exactly privy to all her plans,” you admitted, truthfully, “because of my position. Besides, she is beginning to catch on to the fact that there is a mole in the Foot. There are only so many suspects…”

Raphael reached up to adjust the toothpick between his lips, glancing away from you. He had no reason to doubt your sincerity, but he just wasn’t sure how effective exclusively infiltrating supply hubs would be in the long run. 

From the corner of his eye, he noticed your restlessness before turning his gaze back to you. To his surprise, you had removed your mask. 

He had to admit, you were quite beautiful, but he didn’t dwell on that when he saw your helpless expression.

You stared at it in your hands before slowly locking eyes with him. With pleading eyes, you spoke, “I don’t want to be next. I don’t want anyone else to be next. I’ve done awful things in the past, and I know it’s selfish of me to turn on Karai for personal reasons, but I… this is my second chance.”

He took a half step toward you, narrowing the distance between you. To maintain eye contact, you had to tilt your head back slightly as he scrutinized you. 

“You’re not bull-shittin’ me, are you?” he asked in a low, gruff voice.

You shook your head in denial. He grunted, taking your word for it before uttering an address. You repeated it a few times, determined to remember it. He turned away and prepared to leave, “Meet me an’ my brothers there tomorrow night, same time. We’re gonna figure somethin’ out.”

As he disappeared, you took a moment to let the cool breeze rustle your hair for the first time in a while. After another deep breath, you tugged your mask back on and headed back to headquarters. 

It was your turn to feed your mutant counterpart…

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“Welp,” Mikey chuckled, clapping his brother on the shoulder, “looks like you called it, Leo!”

With his arms crossed, Leonardo nodded in satisfaction, thinking, ‘Of course, I was right.’

Raphael had just finished recounting the details of his encounter with you, conveniently forgetting  to mention the part where you believed that he was the leader. Now, the four brothers were huddled in a circle discussing what their next move should be. 

Mikey was still hung up on the minor details in his brother’s story, asking for more about the moment when you had unmasked yourself. He even asked if you were hot, to which Raphael tried shrugging it off, saying that you were “alright, or whateva.”

Donnie and Leo exchanged ideas, including the suggestion of breaking into Foot headquarters with your help. Raph wasn’t entirely convinced. He thought that maybe you would have already come up with that plan if you thought it would go smoothly. You obviously knew more about the situation than they did. 

Once again, Mikey interjected, “What’s her name?”

The others were slightly curious about this too. The red bara simply rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked to the sky. 

“I dunno… forgot to ask…”

“You- what?!” Mikey exclaimed, clearly bewildered. 

“Relax, Mikey, it isn’t that important,” Leonardo remarked. “But it does reflect on his manners though.” 

“Oh, give me a break,” Raph retorted, exasperated. “It just didn’t come up!”

Donnie laughed, “Yeah, but I bet she knows your name by now.”

He turned away from them and started to storm off, but was stopped by his youngest brother who coaxed him back, informing him that they were all just kidding. He grumbled curses under his breath the entire way.

They eventually settled down and gathered closely to attempt to read the intel on the page in Donatello’s hand. He huffed and began to push his brothers’ faces away one by one as they started to fog his glasses by proximity, “Alright, alright!”

“What does it say then?” Leo quizzed.

The purple-clad turtle read the address aloud and then announced that they should start moving. The sooner they arrived, the better. Their leader co-signed this and they were on their way.

For some reason, Raphael felt bad for not being able to put a name to such a pretty face. He thought about what it could be all the way to their destination. He eventually shook such thoughts from his head when it was time to focus on the mission. 

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Part 2: Acquainted (Raphael x Reader)

I never learned how to create a masterlist, but I will figure it out by the end of today to make this easier to find all of the parts in order. Sorry in advance!

wrd count: 1.4k

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Raphael’s gaze swept the area once more as April clambered inside her apartment. His attention shifted to her as she turned toward him. The red-clad turtle could sense her apprehension, and he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. This incident had genuinely rattled the usually brave woman. He crouched down to meet her distant gaze, pondering how to ease her concerns. 

“Still no sign of Tiger Claw or any giant spiders…” he said to her, cringing as he realized that probably wasn’t what she wanted to hear. 

She only shot him a small, sad smile.

It had been about a month since she was attacked by the strange mutant that happened to know her name. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t occasionally have nightmares about running into it again and learning what it would do to her had she not escaped its web. Her paranoia was valid, the boys agreed, and she would no longer be walking anywhere alone at night. She was somewhat relieved, although it did not stop her from worrying about it finding her.

“Listen,” he tried again, “me and my brothers… we’re gonna find ‘em. We’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to ya, alright? So just rest for tonight.”

April couldn’t help the real smile that bloomed on her face. She then quietly thanked him before they said their goodbyes and parted ways.

His brothers were several blocks away, and the absence of communication indicated that he wasn’t needed immediately. Thus, he decided to take his time with returning to their rendezvous point.

 

He eventually found himself kicking a can across rooftops, muttering to himself as he looked all around. He doubted there were going to be any sightings of Tiger Claw or a giant mutant spider, and the last few nights hadn’t been anything particularly interesting either. He double-checked his phone for any missed calls or texts from his brothers telling him to hurry up. 

Nothing. 

‘Yep. Another slow night,’ he thought, wishing that he some heads to bash. Even one would suffice. Just before he could abandon his current rooftop and leap to the next one, he paused for a moment before turning around. Did he hear something? 

His hands crept towards his sais and lingered for a moment before he changed his mind. It was probably just the wind. 

When he turned back around, however, he was quite surprised to see a Footbot standing on the building just below him. They were peering up at him through their mask, red bandana gently fluttering in the wind. Raphael was not quite sure what to do at first. This was new; his enemies usually charged right at him and showed no mercy.

 

“Cruisin’ for a bruisin’?” he called out, effectively breaking the silence.

“We need to talk,” they responded, sounding nothing like any of the Kraang robots he and his brothers had been battling for a long time. This was obviously a young woman. It was you.

Skeptical, Raphael began scanning the area for more clan members, feeling a bit confused when he found none. ‘What kind of trap is this?’ he thought, his sais at the ready. 

“Talk?” he echoed. “What could we possibly have to talk about?”

“This is not a trap,” you assured him, sensing his confusion. You took a step onto the ledge in front of you. “I’m not here to fight you, either. I have some information for you.”

He remained silent, waiting for you to continue. Ready to defend himself, he knew he could take you down since there was only one of you after all. 

“There is a meeting scheduled at this location tonight,” you explained, pulling a small piece of paper from the pouch strapped around your waist. “The Kraang will be delivering Stockman’s supplies for his experiments.”

He eyed you carefully as you slowly raised the piece of paper near the side of your head, indicating that he should take it. He understood this could be some sort of trick but decided to take his chances. With a swift jump, he landed beside you on the ledge, towering menacingly over your form as he snatched the paper from your fingers. You allowed him to read the information scribbled on it before letting your hand drop to your side.

“What is this? Why’re ya tellin’ me this?” he inquired, untrusting eyes piercing your soul.

You began taking slow steps back, pondering the question as well before telling him that you just figured he ought to know. He watched as you practically dived off of the roof and seemingly disappeared into thin air.

He stayed glued to that spot for a considerable amount of time until a buzz from his phone alerted him that his brothers wanted to know of his whereabouts. He ignored it for now, already beginning to make his way back to them while he thought about whether or not he should relay this information to his brothers. It could be a trap for all he knew.

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After a long night of fighting with the Kraang and even some of Stockman’s henchmen, the Turtles settled in to enjoy some celebratory pizza while discussing the recent events. 

“I’ve been trying to pinpoint their shipping hub for months!” Donnie exclaimed, his hands atop his head. He couldn’t believe that after all those sleepless nights, all he had to do was ask! That was an understatement, of course, but he just couldn’t believe that the Foot would just give them that information on a whim.

Raphael finished chewing his pizza this time before speaking (which pleased his older brother), “Yeah, I’m just glad it wasn’t an ambush. Chick was real sketchy.”

“Wait a minute, it was a chick?!” Mikey exclaimed, words muffled by the food in his mouth. Raph just ignored him. 

Leonardo then wondered aloud if maybe the Foot member was coming to their senses and wanting to turn a new leaf. His brothers rolled their eyes in unison. He had thought the same thing about Karai once upon a time, and she had been more trouble than anything. She would never change. 

Nonetheless, Donnie had to somewhat agree. Why else would a Foot clan member help them out?

They took turns speculating what could have caused an AWOL foe, although none of their guesses came close. In the end, they all assumed this would be a one-time occurrence. It seemed very unlikely that a spy would slip through the cracks, betray Karai, and live to tell the tale.

The next time Raphael saw you, he had mistaken you for one of the bots he had encountered earlier that night. In his defense, he didn’t even know there was going to be a next time.

You made the mistake of appearing behind him in an alleyway and ended up being pinned against the wall with a sai pointed at your throat. The only reason your head wasn’t rolling on the ground right then was because he noticed the way your breath hitched. Kraang bots don’t need air.

You glared at him down your nose and hoped he could sense your frustration when your mask couldn’t convey it. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” he asked, although it wasn’t much of a question. He had already made his mind up and released you from his strong grasp. As he stepped away from you, he swept some robotic limbs to the side with his foot to make some room for you to stand properly. When he was done, he saw that you were already holding out a piece of paper to him. He snatched it from you like last time and looked it over. 

You were already starting to plan your escape when he asked you what your deal was. You paused for a beat, then sighed, “I’m helping you.”

“Why?” 

Your brows furrowed beneath your mask as you stared at the turtle before you. “Are you not up to the task?” you asked in return. He only gave you a flat look. 

You didn’t blame him for being so on guard. Honestly, you don’t think you would be so trusting if he or his brothers suddenly began giving you sensitive information out of the blue either. You dropped your gaze to your feet and began to confess. 

“I need your help. If anyone can stop Karai once and for all,” you said, earnestly, “it’s you and your brothers.”

You didn’t give him much time to question you any further as you urged him to gather his siblings and go. He hesitated, but eventually left to take care of his newly tasked objective. 

You looked to the sky and sighed once more. You could only hope there was a being in the sky that would allow you to get away with this continuous treason before it was too late.

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Part 1: Exposition (Raphael x Reader)

You guys voted for Raphael, I originally was leaning more toward Mikey. Might throw some Mikey x Reader moments in here for the 26.4% because I know you guys are starving.

I will be trying to update weekly. Already working on a fourth chapter. I have had this sitting on a backburner for like, a year. Just been so busy...

Anyway, here's this disaster!

(all characters are aged up + this is like a combo of 2012 and bayverse movies)

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Why couldn’t you remember how you got here?

You were kneeled before your commander, your leader, respectfully gazing at the foot of her throne. You felt a little lightheaded and for some reason you and whatever article of clothing that you had on was pretty damp, almost as if you had been in the rain moments before being summoned. You didn’t have enough time to dwell on the strange scenario as you watched Karai unfold her legs and come to a bold stance. You couldn’t help but slowly lift your head to look at her properly, but she moved quickly. She stopped in front of you and snatched up your chin to force you to look at her. 

“My father was right to have pulled the plug on that stupid little experiment,” she seethed at the mere blank stare she received. “You have no idea of how much of a waste you’ve been!” 

You remembered how unprovoked Karai’s wrath could be and you figured this was another one of those moments in which you had no idea what the hell she was going on about. Still, you had no choice but to try and avert your gaze whilst humbly apologizing. It wasn’t enough to prevent her from slamming her knee right against your throat. 

You collapsed in a choking mess at her feet while she berated you for being a weak, pathetic, waste of time, effort, and money. Her father should have gotten rid of you before you became even more of a problem instead of leaving half of his attempts at destroying the Hamato clan unfinished, yet to be completely discarded. She kicked you in the stomach once you began to catch your breath again, then turned to her second in command who coolly watched the scene unfold before him.

 

“You and her are going to fix this,” she said pointedly. “Find it! Bring back that freak so that I can finish what my father couldn’t.” 

Once she left the room, Tiger Claw sighed as he came to your aide. You were more than able to endure petty attacks like that, and because of this, he knew that Karai had put a little more effort into hurting you more than normal. You were calm now, aside from the occasional cough as you were brought to your feet and scooped in another direction. The giant feline beside you muttered something in what you recognized to be Japanese, although it was too quiet for you to catch. 

It wasn’t long before you were brought to a small dark room, if you could even call it a room, that was illuminated by nothing but a large oil lamp that was placed in the corner. Your memories were starting to become a little less of a haze. You remembered this being your room. Before Shredder’s demise, he had given this space to you, his hand-picked chūnin – his once perfectly obedient ninja. There was nothing but a less than comfortable-looking cot, a small stack of books, the oil lamp, and your custom made ninjato. 

You noticed there was a neatly folded black uniform placed at the end of your cot and knew that that was why you were brought here. Tiger Claw didn’t say another word as he stepped out of view whilst you prepared for whatever the night had in store for you. 

You easily ripped the wet article of clothing from your body after realizing it was nothing more than a disposable gown. Curious, you called out to your comrade who grunted in return. 

“What happened?” you asked softly, now observing the lack of battle scars that once littered your body. 

You were met with silence. Your brows furrowed as you poked your head out of your room to look at him. He always looked cold and brooding, but he seemed more conflicted at that moment than anything. 

You break the uneasy silence with a soft tone, “Takeshi?”

His ears flickered at that. At his sides, his fists clenched before he glanced at you. 

“What do you last remember?” he asked in a hard, cold tone while looking away once he caught a glimpse of your bare shoulders. 

You realized your indecency and hurriedly began getting dressed, still pondering his question. You don’t quite remember going to sleep, let alone waking up. You were just barely gaining consciousness on the floor before Karai. Before that, you remembered being escorted to Stockman’s lab by some of the Foot-bots. He ran a bunch of tests on you, though it all went blank right about when you were pricked with a needle. You relayed this information to Tiger Claw and he informed you that this occurred today. You then stepped into the corridor maskless, yet fully dressed and armed. 

“We must get going,” he announced, indicating to you that he would not be speaking more on the matter. He didn’t wait for a response as he turned around and began heading out. You huffed, obediently trailing behind him. You had zero clue who or what you were supposed to be retrieving, though you knew there would be absolutely hell to pay if you failed to do so.

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April was on her way to visit the turtles just before they went out for patrol. She had missed movie night due to her date with Casey and figured that showing her face along with a couple of pizzas would restore the peace because boy did they take movie night seriously. It was a silly idea – to be one of the most wanted people by the Foot clan and the Kraang, yet to still decide to roam the streets at night unattended. However, she was a grown woman who could surely handle one night alone. If anything were to go wrong, she would simply drop a pin to Donatello and her friends would come to her aid. 

As she shifted one of the pizza boxes that threatened to tip over, she felt her T-Phone slip out of her coat pocket. Though she tried to watch her step, she managed to end up kicking it right into the alley beside her. 

“I do it to myself sometimes,” April muttered to herself, peering into the narrow space. It was a dead end, and thankfully empty. 

She awkwardly kneeled, balancing the boxes in her free hand while she went to grab her device from the ground. Her breath hitched when a clear, watery substance dripped onto the back of her hand which froze her in place. Slowly, she tilted her head back and shrieked in terror. She had seen many strange and scary things, but the sight of this feral mutant took the cake. 

It was a spider-like woman with eight prickly black legs that worked to keep its large arachnid form stationary between the two walls, while the feminine-human torso that protruded from the front dangled with its furry human arms hanging limp towards the ground. As her widened eyes stared in horror, four beady black eyes glared back at her, and a human pair attempted to blink away tears that fell freely. The creature’s jaws parted slowly as it eerily whispered her name, inching unnervingly closer. 

‘Yeah… this alleyway is definitely occupied,’ she thought briefly.

Cursing, April snapped out of her state of paralysis and fumbled with the T-Phone for a split second before deciding to ditch it and the pizzas as she bolted back in the direction that she came from. She had only made it so far when she felt something latch onto the back of her coat and begin reeling her back. It didn’t take long for her to piece together that the giant mutant spider had caught on to her with its web. She quickly shook off the article of clothing, looking back to eyeball the distance between herself and her new foe. The spider was now on the ground, human hands clawing at the corners of the alley to keep its body hidden; those long legs were still working on tugging on the web that had her coat on the other end. 

She took this small opportunity to put some more distance between them and successfully made it to the end of the block with no further attempts at slowing her down. She looked back again and was surprised to see Tiger Claw and a Foot member tackle the mutant back into the alley. She covered her ears when she heard a ghastly wail and ran to find the nearest manhole. There was no way she was going to stay to investigate. 

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“I hate spiders,” you grumbled, rubbing the sticky residue from the webs onto your thighs. Tiger Claw said nothing as he watched the spider writhe against her restraints. You noticed how she slightly tensed upon hearing you speak but thought nothing of it as you moved to stand beside your comrade. 

It had been somewhat of a lengthy battle against the mutant and you weren’t ashamed to admit that it probably would have been longer had the feline not been present. Perhaps it would have been even shorter if he had not been going fairly easy on her. The thought of this surprised you. You were also surprised that nobody had managed to witness this secret battle, yet grateful all the same. You hated having to take care of witnesses. 

Your hand is gentle against the fur on his muscular forearm, grabbing his attention. 

“You’ve been very quiet,” you stated. He brushed your fingers off of him faster than you had placed them there. 

“You know nothing, do you?” he scoffed, beginning to tighten the restraints that were a combination of wire and the spider’s own webs, so that he could return to headquarters. 

“So you're giving me the silent treatment because I’m not a mind reader?” you retorted. 

He seemed to take some time to ponder his sudden frustration with you, however, hearing his true name being croaked reminded him of where his anger should be placed. He ignored your surprise at the mutant knowing his name and placed his paw on top of her twitching head. “She must pay, [Y/N],” he declared, further confusing you. 

The spider made an eerie whining noise, clearly growing weary from its aggressive attempts to gain freedom and still trying to tangle the two of you up as it started to still itself. 

“For what? Who are y-“

“Karai,” he barked, head snapping towards you. “She did this to you.”

You felt your heart drop, although you weren’t completely aware of what he meant. With wide eyes, you watched his tall form stride towards you before he suddenly snatched your mask off and shoved it against your chest. As you caught it, he grabbed your wrists with one paw and pulled you towards the mutant. A pair of her eyes widened with recognition and the longer you stared at one another, the harder it became to hear what Tiger Claw was saying to you over the sound of your own beating heart.

“You’re the experiment she spoke of!” he exclaimed, already growing angrier with every word.  “Before the Foot bots, there was you. Shredder was going to make hundreds of copies of you to be his loyal henchmen since the others were incompetent before he allied with the Kraang.” 

You started trying to pull out of his grasp. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking right at her. “You’re lying,” you all but growled, clawing at his arm.

“After the death of Shredder, Karai’s hatred for you only grew. She and Stockman toyed with you for so long and turned you into this,” he gave his attention to you and continued, “and they’re going to do it again. They will keep cloning you, mutating you, and making you suffer until she deems you strong enough.” 

You managed to break free of his hold, though doing so caused you to stumble and fall flat on your behind. “T-Takeshi, you’re lying!” you repeated, however even you knew that you were in denial. You were beginning to feel as though you were suffocating from this new knowledge, but couldn’t possibly be true. You are you. You’re not a clone, and you’re definitely not some monster freak spider. 

Tiger Claw could see your distress and hoped you would eventually come to your senses and focus on the bigger picture: Karai must pay. Huffing, he picked up the mutant by the bend of one of its long legs and spared her one more glance. She was once one of the only people he would dare call a friend, and now a failed mutagen experiment that has no control over her own actions. He hated seeing her this way, and he knew she hated being this way. The little humanity that she had left made her cry all the time. He was somewhat relieved, to say the least when she managed to kill a few of Stockman’s helpers before escaping.

“You have been given another chance. Join me, and together we shall seek vengeance.” 

With those words, he put his jet pack to use for the first time tonight and left you alone with your own thoughts. Despite what Karai had said to you earlier beginning to make a lot of sense and matching what Tiger Claw spoke of, you still had so many questions. How many of you are there? Could you even call yourself [Y/N]? Are all of your memories even real? Were you really destined to become like your…  mutant self? Why you?

You picked yourself up off of the ground and stared at a messy pile of trash and pizza boxes just at the beginning of the narrow space. You could suddenly hear some faint ringing from a device somewhere nearby, momentarily snapping you out of your daze. You had almost forgotten that you two let the girl, April, get away. Perhaps she would return for her things with help. You were quick to get rid of what little evidence of your presence remained before disappearing into the night.

Had you stayed any longer, you would have been spotted by four very angry turtle brothers…

[beitingz]

5 Cons of Dating the Turtles (Headcanon)

Everything isn’t always as sweet as it may seem. This might be angst... or straight toxic... I don’t know. I’ll do a fluffy one though!

Leonardo:

-Leo isn’t a fan of texting

-sometimes it feels like he is trying to micromanage your life on the surface

-you may go a day or two without hearing from him if you don’t spring by

-he gets really petty when he’s jealous

-Karai is a sensitive topic for him and you sometimes get the idea that he may have some sort of feelings for her still... he doesn’t confirm or deny

Donatello:

-invades your privacy too often... stalker vibes

-bad communication skills and definitely an overthinker

-he often jumps to conclusions and it is hard to change his mind

-often asks for a raincheck on plans that the two of you made together just so he can hang out with April... ouch.

-his projects always seem to come first and his excuse is that they’re vital to the survival of him and his family... yeah right. you’re tinkering with a toaster, donnie

Michelangelo:

-definitely hard to get attention from him sometimes since he’s always busy with his little hobbies, training, and patrol. he has a hard time managing his time

-(this might not be so bad for some of you) this man is h o r n y almost 24/7... like sir, church is free, please don’t this right now

-sometimes, he’s entirely oblivious and it’s frustrating

-(also probably not a problem for some) way too clingy sometimes... you know, once he finally finds time for you

-thinks he can charm his way out of everything instead of facing the consequences or responsibilities

Raphael:

raph, raph, raph...

-very vague when it comes to his feelings... you have to assume a lot of the time and hope you’re right

-you can’t mention another guy’s name around him. just don’t.

-it scares you the way he gets physical with his surroundings when he is upset and he doesn’t even seem to notice unless you or someone else points out the way you flinch

-shows up at your house/apartment/whatever completely unannounced which is usually okay, but it isn’t cool when he not so subtly begins going through things to see if someone else has been over

-he has a reckless mouth that can leave you crying sometimes. it doesn’t matter how tough you think you are, you will be in tears

[beitingz]

thank you all for the requests!!! im sorry it’s taking me so long, but i recently got a pretty neat idea for a TMNT x Reader series and i keep putting a lot of focus into it. i’ll set that aside and get the headcanons out of the way soon!

[beitingz]

this is so adorable

I want more master splinter matchmaker 😭 hes such a sweet old man please

I guess I gotta give the people what they want!

_______

Splinter goes on all the boy’s first dates with them

even though it’s just different activities at the lair

gotta make sure you’re a good match, ya dig?

Leo’s is a tour of the lair with coffee afterwards

Raph’s is a movie and drinks

Mikey’s is paintball (you both agreed to this, Splinter had no say despite how much he protested)

and Donnie’s is in his lab showing you around all his latest projects

Splinter is mainly there to keep the ball rolling

make sure conversation is smooth

and to stop Mikey making out with you only 2 minutes in

“so, tell us about yourself” is the way he always starts it

lots of “don’t you think that’s interesting Leo/Mikey/Donnie/Raph”

He makes you tea!!

he really bigs up the boys, like to their embarrassment bigs them up

“Leo is incredibly skilled, and a good brother. he would make an excellent father one day” *gives you a knowing look* Leo almost flips the table

“Michelangelo has the biggest heart, I’ve seen him cry over roadkill before” “daaad, stoooppp!!”

“Raphael may not use his words that often but his actions are true to his heart. He would make a loving husband to you” “this is our first date, pa. quit it!”

“Donatello may be a man of science but he has a lot of love to give. always helping his brothers. if you were to stay with him, maybe you could get him out of his own head for once” “dad, that’s really uncalled for” *blushes in turtle*

omg he totally spies on you after he leaves you alone

not so subtly going to change the thermostat while making direct eye contact with you

“you better call her after this. it would be rude not to”

debriefs with you after the date about how you think it went

he invites you to the net date, not them

he just invites you round in general.

for lunch, for coffee, sunday dinner ect

wants you around his boys as much as possible

treats you like a daughter the second he sees how happy you make them

always picking up on little things, like remembers your coffee order, notices how you cut the crust off bread or that you always skip the one song when it comes on shuffle

defo asks about your exs and why it ended in front of the boys

not afraid to get personal at all

I mean, those boys are his life and he has to protect them at all costs so if that means making the conversation a little awkward so be it

gets you flowers on Valentines day that say “to my daughter-in-law”

the boys both love and hate how close you are with Splinter

because on one hand, he’s their dad and it’s great you get along

on the other hand, you go to him about your relationship issues

“and why did it take you so long to respond to y/n’s text? you wouldn’t treat me like that so why are you doing it to your girlfriend?”

protective father in law

fine with you having male friends but still doesn’t trust any of them because “you’re such a lovely girl, who wouldn’t want you”

I may have gotten super carried away with this, thank you so much for your ask <3

[beitingz]

Requested: Donnie x Reader

Request: “Playing computer games and cuddles with Donnie, please <3”

I hope this is okay! I sort of changed it up just a little. It’s not much, but it’s honest work. Excuse the spacing, too, it turns out a little weird when I paste it here from my notes.

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You entered the lair around 9 o’clock, just a few hours before your boyfriend and his brothers went out for patrol. You didn’t really bother calling before you arrived, and besides, Donnie stopped replying a while ago. You knew he was getting caught up with the work he busied himself with, so you decided to stop by and get your compete daily dose of attention.

Leonardo was the first to greet you tonight. “Oh, hey, Y/N,” he waved two of three fingers in your general direction while he continued on his journey to the kitchen, “what’s up?”

You smiled and greeted him in return. “Nothing much. I just came to hang out with Donnie.”

“Well, he’s exactly where you left him,” the eldest brother said with a slight chuckle, opening the fridge. “Hungry?”

You shook your head when he casted you a glance and held up a black plastic bag. “Nah, I grabbed some snacks on the way,” you said, pointing a finger at the bag with your free hand, “do you want anything?”

He closed the fridge and took you upon your offer. After that little exchange, you almost ended up getting trampled by Mikey who seemed to be on the run from a maskless Raph. You yelled your hellos and goodbyes as the two dashed away before finally entering your boyfriend’s lab.

It was a mess but if you methodically analyzed his workspace long enough, you’d see that there was a method to Donnie’s madness. You had bought him bins and little baskets to help him keep his things organized, but as far as you knew, he most likely used them for one of his projects. You saw the back of his head being partially illuminated by the monitors that surrounded him and rolled your eyes half-heartedly. He really was in his own little world when he was focused.

“Hi, cutie,” you called out, shoving the door shut with a jut of your hip. “Hey,” he replied, giving you some form of acknowledgement at least. You frowned at this as you approached his hunched over form. “I brought some things for us to munch on, buuuut I gave Leo my chips, so if you want, we could just...” you trailed off when his digits refused to stop dancing across the keyboard. He wasn’t listening.

“Don?” you mumbled warily.

“Oh, hey, when did you get here?”

You would have whirled his chair around so fast if this had been the first time, but you knew what he was doing was probably very important. It better be...

With a defeated sigh, you set your things down on the most spacious spot you could find on the surface of his makeshift desk. He hardly faltered when you took a few moments to slip underneath his arms and sit across his lap, curled up against his plastron.

It felt like an eternity had went by when you finally felt a pair of lips gently press against the crown of your head. You tilted your head back to look at the face of your lover and see that he was smiling down at you. You didn’t smile back. You pouted and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Princess...”

“Don’t ‘princess’ me,” you muttered, ignoring the butterflies in the pit of your stomach at his name for you. He said nothing for a while, then draped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, rolling the chair away from his computers to give him room to stretch his legs and adjust you more comfortably on his lap.

You contemplated dragging on this little act for a moment, however decided against it. You had missed him too much. “Will you make it up to me then?” you asked, pressing feathery kisses against his neck.

“Of course, darling,” he cooed, tilting his head opposite of yours in order to give you more room. He felt your smile against his scaly skin before you pulled away and began to sit up. His arms tightened around you, indicating that he didn’t want you to leave, but he eventually let you slip away to grab the bag of goodies you brought for the both of you. He watched as you reached inside and began pulling out some of your favorite treats as well as his, drinks and all, and placed them to the side of his computer. Normally, he would’ve went off lecturing you about the hazards of having food and drinks about electronic devices, though he knew he’d be somewhat of a hypocrite with him and his slight caffeine addiction; he decided against it.

“What are we playing tonight?” you asked, cracking open a soda can and handing it to him. He glanced at one of the monitors and saw that is was a little past 10:10. He would have to go on patrol around 12ish. “How about,” he took a quick swig of his drink, “a game that won’t cause us to lose track of time?”

You agreed as you reclaimed your spot on his lap, your back was towards his plastron this time and took over his computer. His free arm loosely wrapped around your frame, soon to be joined by the other when he finished his soda and awaited his turn (or whenever you appeared to need help).

[beitingz]

Headcanon: TMNT x younger! Reader

This is platonic, do not worry lol!! thank you for the asks/requests!! i have looked at all of them and have them “queued” to write in my notes

❤️ This is something I started working on beforehand. I didn’t really bother with capitalization and whatnot with this piece, so this isn’t really my writing style. Let me know if you want another part to this or a specific headcanon for a younger! reader :)

———

-you followed Mikey into the sewers when you saw him kicking trash on the roof of your apartment building

-you were caught because... well, he’s a ninja. he isn’t THAT careless...

-he brought you back home since taking you home would be a super stupid idea, plus he just knew Leonardo was going to kill him!

-he tells his brothers immediately when he gets home....... maybe not immediately..... he has to butter them up first so they don’t hit him

-Raph still slaps the back of his neck

-you wake up to Mikey poking your cheek and see that three other turtles have joined him

-Leo is the scariest, Raph’s Batman voice intimidates you, Donnie is just... kinda there, co-signing, and Mikey tries to get Leo and Raph to chill because they’re scaring you

-you swear not to tell anyone about them and Donnie takes your phone to make sure you have no videos or anything of them and they disappear

-after school you tracked your phone with your old phone after heading back into the sewers

-Turtles were not pleased

-the story is long, but they agreed that you could keep coming down to see them as long as you never told anyone about them and called/texted before coming.... and you weren’t being annoying

-you don’t know what happened to your phone tbh but donnie gave you some sort of modified track phone to use instead while he made you a t-phone

-you texted Mikey mostly. he was really cool and felt like an older brother to you. he always made you laugh

-Donnie rarely replied, so you would have to call him..... not much to talk about at first

-Leo left you on read a lot

-Raph tries to make sense of your text messages... NY colloquialism is interesting sometimes and you tend to miss out when you live in the sewers

-Mikey is the one to escort you to the lair the first (technically second) time

-you bring candy from a corner store for him and his brothers hoping they’d start to be more welcoming

-Donnie has a bit of a sweet-tooth and accepts the peace offering

-Raph and Leo pass on that

-Mikey happily takes their portion

-they soon warm up to you and begin randomly checking up on you and inviting you over

-you eventually meet April

-she’s really nice and always tries to form some sort of close relationship with you. she’s like an older sister

-have a gaming console? bring it with you and introduce mikey to some new games, he will absolutely adore you for it

-bonding with raph is harder, but eventually you learn that you dont really have to talk much to do that

-just kinda walk into the training room and either join him (he’ll automatically want to help when you’re doing something wrong) or carefully crawl on top of his shell while he’s doing push-ups

-he’ll stop and tell you to get off, but when you simply refuse, he’ll shake his head and mumble something, however will continue

-this will become a routine/habit and you’ll sometimes vent to each other like that

-donnie lets you in his labs for school related things only (unless you’re really into STEM, then he’ll definitely allow you to come in more often)

-he gets frustrated with your math book bro

- “that’s... not the way you’re supposed to do it, donnie... they want us to do it this way.”

- “i don’t know that way! why would they change math?? math is MATH!”

- “i’ll just wait for April to get back...”

- “what??? well she wont understand it any better than i do!”

-leo, as intimidating as he seems, has grown fond of you from a distance. you seem to light up the lair with your youthful spirit. they’ve all matured in their own ways. yes, even mikey. it’s nice to have a change

-you’ll have to approach him first

-join him while he’s meditating. he’ll give you tips and may even strike up a conversation unrelated. he enjoys the company

-leonardo tells you stories and let’s you hold his katanas and sometimes wear his mask from time to time

-youve never seen the turtles in action. you knew they were ninjas though.

-they typically train towards the end of the school day, so if you decide to cut class, you just might catch them

-you’ll be in awe

-you silently sit beside a panting Donatello and compliment his skills, he’ll say thanks and then suddenly realize your presence

-you’re sent back to school lol

-or you just have to wait in the livingroom

-Mikey is actually the one who offers to train you and the boys actually think it’s a good idea since he’s really patient with you and he took the longest to learn the art of ninjitsu when they were little

-sometimes Mikey strays from the lesson, so be sure to remind him that you’re training

-Leo begins to supervise when he hears laughter in the dojo

-he eventually takes over and you actually learn a lot more faster and realize Mikey was going super easy on you and taking it really slow

-you won’t be sparring for a while. Leo doesn’t want you getting hurt. they don’t know their own strength sometimes

-you have the most gifts on christmas, ill tell you that

-the turtles are basically your big bros

-you can’t stay late!!! forgot to mention that. they will not allow it... unless you have a good excuse set for your parent(s)/guardian(s)

[beitingz]

I feel like i should ask about your writing rules before jumping in

I was thinking about this after I posted that actually. I don’t really have a lot of rules, but here they are for now:

1. No t-cest/incest.

2. No smut... I’m still a minor (17) and I feel weird posting it. I’ll throw some NSFW (just a little bit, you’ll see it if you squint) in if it’s requested though.

3. Try to be a little bit detailed when requesting. It’s okay if it’s vague, but it probably won’t head in the direction you were looking for.

4. Please don’t rush me...

This is all I can think of for now! :) I’m not really strict on anything, too. I hope this is okay. These rules apply to other fandoms I write for, too.

[beitingz]

Is the TMNT fandom dead? lol anyyywwaaay... I started writing some stuff in hopes of getting back into the habit of it, but I want to know if there’s anything you guys (is anyone even out there?) wanna read.

Basically, I’m asking for requests.

[beitingz]

i really want to write for TMNT and i have so many ideas, but sometimes i feel... too embarrassed??? to write???

[beitingz]

For a site that claims to be extremely accepting Tumblr can be extremely toxic and nasty

[beitingz]

I’m sad & i want material items so i can be cured for 5 minutes 

[beitingz]

can people stop writing fanfics about their OCs then claim that it is a Reader insert when it’s literally just about their OC with no actual change aside from the POV?