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Saw a post using those quotes and I just had to do it.

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If you can do this, could I have a match up for TMNT?

My name is Theta, I go by They/She pronouns, and I'm 17 years old (& the oldest of 3 kids- the other 2 are 10 & 12). I'm 4'11 in height (very tiny). I'm an introvert but I like to be social- meaning that too many people at once can be a lot and sometimes I just need some quiet time. I also have adhd. I love to draw and write my own characters for stories I want to create some day, listen to music, watch my favorite TV shows, cosplay, and I love theatre (in fact- I'm in ensemble for my school play!). I have a pet cat & 2 hermit crabs! I can either be very touch starved/clingy- or physically distant due to not wanting to overwhelm myself sensory-wise, yet I still show affection through info dumping about things I love or just through words of affirmation. If someone shares their own interests with me, I always send them things (via memes or fan art) that remind me of them or that topic. One more cool fact about me is that my eyes are green but I have a yellow center because of Central heterochromia!

I’d match you with

Donatello

First of all, he thinks the height difference between you guys is adorable. He’s real tall and you’re real short which means he gets to lean his arm (lightly) on your head just to tease you. ALSO he knows all about heterochromia and thinks it’s incredibly cool because it makes you special.

You guys could listen to theatre music together, and he’d love love love listening to you info dump because the light in your eyes when you get excited about it makes him excited about it too.

He understands your sensory overwhelm better than anyone too. He’s more than happy to be alone together with you, talking away from any other people, or even just letting you have your own space if you need it while he works on a project. He notices when you get overwhelmed quicker than anyone else because he’s seen the signs in himself sometimes.

I also think he’d like helping you cosplay. If you’re dressing up as a character with a big sword, he’s already made one for you. If you’re dressing as a character with a glowing mask, he’s made that too. He likes helping you all the time and this is one of the areas where he feels he can really be useful.

When you’re feeling clingy, he’s already got an arm around you, and is beyond happy to let you sit on his lap while he’s coding or hacking or whatever he’s doing on the computer. When you wanna step away, he’s already got a little corner area in the lab set up for you all comfy with a tv and blankets and snacks and pillows so you can have your space while also being comfortable.

He likes hearing about the stories you’re writing and your cat and your family and your favorite tv shows because he just likes listening to you and appreciating anything you have to say because he loves you so much.

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My first attempt at headcannons for the guys as children.

RAPH:

Fully blown oral fixation, a soothing mechanism for insecurities.  Stealing bottles and binkies from his brothers when Splinter wasn’t looking.   

He would mainly steal from Donnie (hence D’s leaner frame).  

He targeted Donnie because Donnie’s personality made him was less likely to wail about his missing bottle and more likely to whimper in solitude.  Mikey was a wailer, drama queen in the making.

So attached to his oral soothing rituals that Splinter had to resort to hiding the binkies from Raph when it became obvious that he was WAY too old to be sucking on them.

Always referred to pacifiers as his binkies (never used the word pacifier or passey).

Once his binkies were “stolen away”, he started sticking other things in his mouth instead.  All his crayons, pens, and pencils would be chewed beyond recognition.  He swallowed more than one toy on accident (and had to wait to get it back…ew).  Eventually, moved on to more acceptable items such as lollipops and toothpicks,

What were his insecurities?  Total Middle Child Syndrome…jealousy.

Being the physically ‘bigger’ brother but not the eldest, he always had to submit to Leo’s authority.  Which made no sense to him.  He was big enough to take care of himself.

Resentful that Splinter didn’t think he was responsible enough to watch himself when Splinter left the lair on errands. 

Always thinking that Splinter favored Leo.  (It wasn’t true, Leo just carried responsibility well and could be trusted to make good decisions).

Always thought if they had a Mom that he would be her favorite and not Leo.

Would often watch TV shows with strong female characters and image them as his mother.  HIs favorites were Nell Carter and Roseanne Barr.  He liked their Direct-No-BS-Attitudes.

Another insecurity?  Not fond of the dark.  Needed a light source of some sort on at all times.

Had a Gloworm Doll he slept when until he was….well….he still has it.  It lays on his bed but he doesn’t sleep with it!  It’s just there, you know, it is sentimental.

Still sleeps with a night light on though.

Mikey:

Was a pretty calm baby, as long as he was dry and fed.  If he wasn’t, total water works!

His personality was chill; however, with four others to cater to him, he was used to getting his way.  (Youngest Child Syndrome)

You had a toy he wanted, he wailed until he got it.  

You were watching TV and he wanted to watch Sesame Street, he cried crocodile tears until Splinter, or Leo, made you change the channel.

Was the one who took the longest to potty train.  Splinter still thinks of that lesson as his most fought after achievement as a father!

Oh, and Mikey didn’t like keeping his diapers on either….so, watch where you step!

Was that nudist child, always taking off his clothes and running au naturel all day long.

About the only article of clothing he ever put on voluntarily was his superhero cape.  (What a sight!  Supehero, naked kid).

Would steal Raph’s chewed up crayons and pens and draw on every surface in the lair…then blame it on Donnie. (poor Donnie…not that Splinter ever believed Mikey).

Had a major crush on Barbie.  Watched all her commercials with enthusiasm.  (And God FORBID if you changed the channel during a Barbie commercial!)

Had his own Barbie doll that he’d cuddle with every night.  Actually, still has that Barbie, but she lost her clothes long ago…..also falsely blamed on Donnie.

Other childhood crushes include Kelly from Saved By The Bell, Ashley Banks from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and Topanga from Boy Meets World (although he and Donnie often fought over her).  

Well…that is until Mikey discovered Bay Watch.

Donnie

Was a very quiet, observant baby.  Generally, very calm and non-demanding.

He out grew toys just as quickly as his stretching frame out grew clothes.  They just didn’t keep his interest.

Learned to walk, talk, and potty train all in the same week 

Splinter was grateful for the potty training skill but the talking skill brought headaches.

Donnie was that “why” kid.  

Everything he saw or that was said to him, he had to ask “why”.  Then, when you gave him an answer, he’d ask “why” about the answer!  He wanted to know everything about everything…the kid was exhausting.

Nearly 24/7 Splinter had a lanky kid following him around asking why this and why that.  Splinter was ecstatic when technology advanced enough for Donnie to research information on his own.

Well, that is until Donnie found the more…au naturel… side of the internet.

Splinter still believes Donnie was the poster child for the implementation of Parental Controls.

The only actual toy that Donnie really took to was his plush Hulk Hogan doll.  Splinter thought it was cute that Donnie attached so strongly to the red bandana figure, it must of reminded Donnie of his older brother Raph.

Strange how often Donnie beat up on that doll though…like he had some pent-up aggression towards his bigger brother for some reason.

Donnie and Leo were the wrestling fans of the family.  They would never miss a show.  Jumping around and grappling for hours afterwards and usually breaking something in the lair to Splinter’s dismay.

Fought with Mikey over Topanga from Boy Meets World, because she was so cute AND smart, until he discovered Madame Curie (smart science women are HOT!).

Got tattled on, to Splinter, by Leo, for knowing a “Madam”.

Still to this day prints out pictures of Madame Curie photoshopped in a dominatrix outfit and posts them randomly in Leo’s room.

Leo

A very CLINGY baby.

The type that will not sleep unless you are holding him and then will wake up the moment you try to put him down.

Even in the crawling stage he would chasing Splinter to wherever he was and cling to his robe.

Cooking?  Leo’s hanging on to the robe.  Washing dishes?  Leo’s hanging on to the robe.  Meditating?  Leo’s crawled into your lap.  Showering?  Leo’s crying outside the shower stall until you get out.

In fact, the only way Splinter taught Leo to walk was to take the sash off his robe and put it in the toddler’s hand so that Leo thought he had a hold of Splinter.

Enjoyed watching wrestling with Donnie, loved to practice the moves on Donnie so that he could be experienced enough to use them on Raph.

LOVED board games as a kid (namely Clue, Risk, and Battle Ship).  Heck, who’s he kidding?  He still does!  Don’t ever agree to play with him, you’ll be playing for HOURS (food and sleep be damned!).

As a kid Leo grew more focused on winning his father’s approval through helping to parent this brothers.  

Bonus?  He got to boss them around!

When Splinter would leave the lair on errands he would leave Leo in charge, Leo it called it “Do What Leo Says” time.

More often than not, the entire time was spent with Leo and Raph arguing and the two younger brothers running amuck.  Donnie surfing God knows what sites on the internet and naked Super Mikey trying to see if turtles can really fly.

Love to tell Raph that he saw monsters under their beds or ghosts in their rooms just to even the score for causing trouble when Splinter left the lair.

Feels slightly bad about that now….after all, this HUGE hulk of a brother still sleeps with a Gloworm for goodness sake!

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priorities, people

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A gift I made for funsies

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Ciao! can I please request headcanons for the bayverse turtles with a gender neutral S/O where they’re hanging out one day and they have music playing on shuffle, but then the reader suddenly starts crying because they used to listen to that song all the time when they were little and it just hit them right in the childhood? Comfort ensues 👉🏽👈🏽 please. and thank you.

Hey!

Thanks for the request! This took a little while because it’s my first one and I wanted it to be nice UwU and I enjoyed playing around with the bois being comforting since I’ve never really done that before. Hope you enjoy 💙♥️🧡💜💚 @sleeplessdreamer14

Leonardo

You’re laying on the couch reading while Leo’s doing katas about ten feet away. Every now and again you’ll look up at him, smiling as his practiced movements resemble a dance. Mikey left some playlist running in the background on his boombox before disappearing to make food, and normally music with lyrics makes it difficult for you to read but you were only really half paying attention to the book. You almost enjoy watching Leo practice more anyway.

The music barely distracts you, at least until you hear that… familiar intro. The rest of the world kind of fades away as the song takes you back years.

Nostalgia clogs your senses, eyes watering before you know it and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you try to hold back from crying. You close the book in your lap and let the music fill your senses. It’s been a while since you’ve heard this one. Memories resurface and you try to simply blink away the tears, but it’s inevitable, they fill your eyes until your vision is watery.

“Hey,” you look up to see Leo sitting down next to you, his eyes filled with concern but voice gentle and comforting as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s dumb, but… this song just… takes me back,” you respond quietly. “I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger.”

You wipe your eyes with your free hand just as Leo takes your other hand in his. His warm, strong, big hand in yours makes the tears easier to swallow. You squeeze his palm reassuringly and he moves a little closer to you before you continue talking.

“It reminds me of the places I used to go and the friends I used to have, feels like a lifetime ago, when things were less… complicated.”

Leo perfectly understands the wish for things to be easy, and he understands how it feels to not want to carry responsibilities. He knows what it’s like to have a weight on your shoulders. And so, instead of telling you it’s dumb or offering simple platitudes, he presses a kiss to your knuckles and nods in understanding.

“I miss it,” you say simply.

“If it’s any consolation,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re here now.”

You look up at him with watery eyes but you’re wearing a crooked smile at his remark. The song still plays on in the background but right now you’re more focused on the way the terrapin kisses your forehead and buries his face in your hair. You feel his inhale taking in your scent and you smile against his collarbone, relaxing against him.

Yeah, you still miss your old friends and family, when things were easy and you bore less of the world on your shoulders. But for now you have him, and really, what else do you need?

Raphael

Raph’s got his workout playlist on while you sit next to him, bantering back and forth with him as he does his routine. The music is a surprisingly varied mix, you didn’t expect to hear the couple of 80s pop and early 2000’s girl band songs that you did. You teased him a little about it at first but it was all well meaning.

You don’t really notice what song is playing until about halfway through the first verse. You know this song too well. It’s been a long time since you last heard it, though, and maybe that’s why it affects you the way it does now. Raph had been saying something, but his voice kind of fades away as your focus shifts to the music and the memories it brings back.

Flashes of your childhood flit past your mind’s eye. The good, the bad, the in between, and all the other things you thought you had forgotten about. You don’t even realize there’s tears in your eyes until they’re falling, running hot trails down your cheeks and it’s too late to try and hold them back.

“Hey, hey baby, what’s wrong?” Raph must have noticed you go quiet since now he’s kneeling in front of you with so much concern on his face. “You okay? ‘S it somethin’ I said?”

“No! No no no,” you’re quick to reassure him and he relaxes, but only minutely since it’s clear you’re still upset. “I-It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“‘Ey, don’t say that, whatever it is, it ain’t stupid,” his hand sets itself gently on your knee.

“I just used to listen to this song as a kid a lot, takes me back.”

He’s sat down in front of you now, cross-legged just as you are so your knees are touching his, “That ain’t stupid.”

His hand brushes away the tears from one side of your face, your own hand coming up to dry the other side before you lean into his warm touch. The way his hand cups your cheek comforts you immensely.

“Feels stupid to cry over it.”

But he knows what it’s like to miss the innocence lost with age, so he pinches your cheek lightly and playfully in disagreement, bringing a smile to your face even as you push his hand away.

“I can turn it off if ya want,” he offers gently, and you hesitate before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you respond.

“Whatever ya say, shorty.”

And with that you two are right back to your usual lighthearted teasing. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before he goes back to working out, the memories fading away to make room for the new ones you make with him. He makes sure to remember exactly what song it is, though, and you don’t consciously pick up on this fact but you never actually hear it from any of his playlists again after that moment.

Donatello

You two often sit in peaceful quiet. Donnie will work on his projects, you sitting there on your phone or working on your own stuff, occasionally handing him various tools when he needs them. He’s often got something going on in the background, usually podcasts or heavy music when he’s alone, but always soft music when you’re around so he doesn’t miss if you say something to him. Like now, with him under the truck fixing something and you sitting cross-legged a few feet away playing a puzzle game on your phone. You’re waiting patiently for him to be done. Bed time for you two was about an hour ago now but you know how important this fix is for him and that it should really be done tonight. So you don’t press the issue but you are ready to sleep.

You don’t often notice the music he’s got playing unless it’s a song you really like or dislike, it’s just some shuffled Spotify playlist that he thinks fits the vibe of today. But you notice immediately when that song starts playing. It’s so familiar to you, after listening to it so much in the past, that it would be shameful not to recognize it now.

Your vision goes blurry as your focus shifts away from your current self. You’re reminded of the past, the radio in your old house, your parents, the way they always had the same station playing in the house and in the car and at cookouts. You’ve heard this song so much now that it immediately throws you back into the past. It happens so fast you might as well have whiplash, but you just get misty eyed instead.

Your bottom lip trembles, warm lines running down your cheeks soon after and Donnie notices quickly that something is up when you don’t respond to his request for the torx screwdriver. He slides out from under the truck but you don’t even notice at first. The music has all but consumed you now.

“Y/N? Darling, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, a large hand gently on your bicep pulling you back to reality.

You look up at him but realize that it’s a little hard to see him with the way the tears have pooled. He can’t help but think that, even though he hates hates hates seeing you upset, that those tears make your eyes glisten so beautifully under the lights.

His other hand not on your arm comes up to brush the tears away as he repeats the question now that he’s got your focus.

“I used to listen to this song a lot as a kid,” you supply an answer softly, gaze falling from his. “Just makes me sad… I dunno why, I guess it just kinda hit me. Sorry.”

“No, no, dove, don’t apologize,” he says. “I understand and you’re alright, I’ve got you here, now.”

His sugar sweet words and oh so gentle hands comfort you. You offer a watery smile before moving into his arms, letting him wrap his arms around you. You return the hug the best you can with his shell in the way, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he can feel the way more tears fall from your eyes and onto his skin. He doesn’t mind though, he simply holds you. He enjoys just holding you even if he’s never admitted it out loud before. He likes knowing he can be there for you.

And he may not fully understand how your memories attached to this song make you upset, but he understands the pain and will do anything to make you feel better.

His hands run over your back, soothing trails on your shoulder blades over your shirt. Then he’s reaching for a remote he set nearby to turn the radio off. He doesn’t even need to ask you anything to know when you want his hands back on you.

“You’re the best,” you say when your gaze has fully refocused and the tears have calmed.

“No, actually, I think that’s you,” he responds, before pressing a kiss to your hair and deciding to bring you to bed, putting off the truck repairs for grumpy morning-Donnie in favor of treating you like a queen now.

Michelangelo

You and Mikey will play a video game together quietly with music on in the background. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest and watch him play, but in times like this, when the week has been rough and you both need some quiet down time, you lay on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled together playing a multi-player game that relaxes both of you. Tonight it’s Minecraft, and though you both like the music of the game, you’d both agreed on having a playlist on too.

You’re mining out a coal deposit in the game when you hear that song come on the background. Mikey notices faster than any of his other brothers would that something is off. He can practically smell how the air around you sours.

Childhood memories flood back to you as you recognize every line of the song as it plays, pulling you back and away from the now. Good memories give you life vests in the flood, bad memories tie weights to your ankles. You’ve paused in the game, your character just staring at the block wall. People, places, events, all of it suddenly overwhelms you as the music plays.

Mikey is on you in seconds though, throwing himself into your arms as soon as he notices that there’s an issue. You’ve got a lap-full of buff turtle man pulling you back into the present.

“Babycakes, you smell grump, what’s wrong?” He says while littering chaste kisses across your face.

He doesn’t even give you the time to get truly upset, let alone start crying, as he’s so in-tune to your emotions that he’s always right there to comfort you.

“I’m okay, baby,” you responds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Just… thinking about childhood stuff. This song reminded me of it.”

“This song?” He says, suddenly jumping up.

You don’t know where he’s going but can see the humor practically dripping off of him. He storms up to the boombox, blatantly glaring at it. While watching him poke the speaker a few times like he’s threatening one of the many criminals he often fights, you can’t help but smile. He’s so lovely, and always knows how to make you laugh.

“You!” He snaps at the machine like it’s sentient, the same song still playing. “What’d you say to my girl, huh? Punk? Wanna act like a tough guy now? Too late, fella.”

You laugh as he jabs his finger at the skip song button and it changes to something different. You like this song, Hopeless by Khalid, Mikey likes it too. His attention is recaptured when you laugh at his antics. He smiles at you before making his way back over to the couch, crawling easily back into your arms as you continue giggling.

He kisses you before booping your nose, “Don’t be sad about the past, cherry tomato, we got the whole future ahead of us.”

“Cherry tomato?”

“Yeah,” he says, offering no further explanation as he relaxes on top of you with his controller, easily shifting back into the game.

He’s quick to go from one thing to another, but you can tell he’s truly there for you when he continues to lay his head on you, announcing that he’s coming to find you in-game. Every now and again he presses a little kiss to your stomach or chest, wherever his lips meet in that moment. Your confusing and bittersweet past is left buried under your love for your beautiful, caring, protective terrapin.

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Same energy.

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Leonardo (Hamato) from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leo is a very, very close second favorite. Though when I was younger, it’s really funny actually, I always thought that Raph was the leader and not him. I thought red meant leadership … weird lol.

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Reblog ladies if you can relate: 🥰💙💜🧡❤💚

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How do you think Leonardo would have his wedding? Hope you're okay by the way !! ☺

i'm okay, i hope you are too babe! enjoy :) (extremely rushed)

in terms of weddings, i think leo would be a little more traditional than his brothers

and by that i mean, he would want his wedding in a proper setting. with an officiant and a beautiful venue.

i know there's people that would think he would have a japanese wedding but i don't think he would. japanese isn't his whole world nor does it consume his life

but you're free to imagine what you'd like :^)

bear in mind, he is a turtle. and there isn't many people that know off his existence

and that's okay, your wedding is just full of people that both of you know

it is an intimate ceremony (many thanks to chief vincent for pulling some strings and giving him a great place, free of charge)

your outfit is upto you, but he would totally shed a tear if you had a little something blue incorporated into your gown/suit :)

his best men are his brothers only, standing proudly behind him

splinter would give you away (only if you're into that), warning to his son that he will only do good to you

his vows are so incredibly beautiful, he is a natural poet.

his eyes get a glossed over when you say yours, still unable to have met his soulmate

there is no, "to obey" in the vows. you do not belong to anyone, nor are you bound together.

the whole time, holding your hand privately.

he's not used to pda, so his affections would be in private. but he would give you forehead kisses and side hugs, you can feel his love through his touch and eyes.

overall a total stressed out cutie 💙

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smell headcanons

Summary: the turtles having scent based communications

Warnings: mentions of sex/sexual themes

All of them have scent communications

This is part of the reason why you may have issues with puzzling out what your turtle is thinking-- he kinda subconsciously expects you to understand that scent language, too (even though you can’t smell what he smells)

Once you get familiar with them there are NO secrets to your moods. If you are even a little upset your turtle is gonna know about it

“How was your day?”

Takes one whiff

“You seem upset…”

“Is something wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you want hugs? Cuddles? Kisses? By the way, I love you.”

Sometimes you’d like to have your privacy of emotional turmoil back

But ultimately it’s nice to have your boyfriend check on you when you’re having a really hard day

If you’re around your turtle enough, you can probably start to recognize the smell when he’s upset

It’s a very bitter and sour underlying musk

Definitely not BO, that shit is RANK from the turtles you know the difference

it’s just… the scent equivalent of >:(

Smells a little bit like warheads and the coating they put on mega sour candy

I don’t think the turtles would have much context for what ~female arousal~ smells like before any of them have a relationship with someone

Or before April meets Casey-- then the smell kinda clicks in place

But before then, or if they haven’t distinctly smelled that from April? It’s just a Smell that is so nice

“You smell really good. Like. Really good.”

If you ask your turtle what you smell like the best answer he can give is “girly”

You just smell good that’s it

It's like a sweet, musky scent? Kinda vaguely fruity but not how you think

Like when you cut into a melon and the smell is in the air

Also your mans is like. Narrowly resisting huffing your scent lol

It’s like smelling fresh fruit and laundry and the air after it rains all balled into one

Urge to just shove his face into your shoulder and breathe it all in

Donnie’s the most sensitive and his body LOVES to betray him lol

The others (especially Raph) are also easily excited by it, but Donnie can pick up on it from a mile away

Literal goddamn bloodhound

It’s super hot when your boyfriend wants to shove his face between your legs, but when he just. Sits there. Then it’s like. A little weird.

Knows exactly where you are in your cycle and adjusts behavior accordingly

((also for people who like to imagine pregnant!reader, he notices like. really soon that something is off with your hormones))

Definitely one of those moments that you remember he’s not 100% human

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About Me & Requests ☺️

I’m 21yo with OCD, bipolar, and anxiety and I am simply Managing™️ and Doing My Best™️

I’m working on recovering from an ED and overcoming my OCD and I’m proud of myself for working on them both ☺️☺️

I work A LOT so posts and responses may be irregular

This blog is dedicated to TMNT, primarily the Bayverse boys as it’s the one know best, though I also know 2007, 2003, and 2012

I won’t write for ROTTMNT, because for as much as I love it, I don’t know it well enough and all the boys are canonically underage and it’s hard for me to imagine them as adults

Leonardo is my personal favorite but I do love all of them (so I’m sorry if my posts skew towards him, I’ll try to stay fair UwU)

I’ll write fluff, smut, angst, whatever, both SFW and 18+

I WON’T write anything non-consensual, or involving children, explicit sexual harm, bigotry, or anything else of the like

If I don’t like your request I’ll let you know in dm’s or respond publicly if you’re on Anon

I prefer to write short headcanons

But I’ll also do match-ups!

And write longer snippets and short stories if you so please

Simply ask and I’ll either try my best or tell you why I can’t 🥰

Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

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I just want Leo to come up to me, put and arm around my waist and whisper deeply into my ear:

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Dear anon I hope this reaches you! You’ve presented me with a fantastic idea and the opportunity for some god ol’ angst

TW: violence, near death experiences, blood, traumatic experiences/events, death, mentions of child death (brief and not described), mentions of s*xual assault (brief and not described)

As leader it’s rather ingrained in him that he’s gotta keep the team together. A functional leader = a functional group. So Leo really doesn’t allow himself the time required to assess trauma.

While he’s the best at hiding it out of his brothers it doesn’t mean that the tell tale signs aren’t there. You do catch them, it’s in the right grind of his jaw or sometimes in his tired blue eyes. It’s in a shaky exhale often times too.

When they all filing in after a particularly bad night, there’s that exhale from Leo and a five second moment where he looks like he might puke. Everybody divides into shower, needle room and kitchen. You’re eyeing him because this must’ve been bad, he really looks like he wants to hurl. When Raph done gulping down a Gatorade and making his way to the showers and it’s just you and Leo, you make for him and just shove him towards the kitchen sink where whatever dinner was that night ends up in

He’s hunched over, muscles in his arms tense and the last little shiver of depositing the contents of his stomach shake him. You rub his shell, soft circles before pressing your lips to his arm. Leo feels childish, it’s roomie behavior from back in his younger days but tonight had been difficult.

“You did what you could” you tell him and he shakes his head, throat raw from bile. There’s another strain in his shoulders as he tries to quiet his thoughts. “Leo, listen to me, you did what you could” You press the words to his bicep and continue rub his shell.

It’s about reassuring words with him, even if he thinks he’s unworthy of them right about now, they still crawl into his brain and nest there, it’s always the sound of your voice too.

So you rub and massages and caress him some more before sending him off to the showers and that he should go to yours and his room directly afterwards.

Freshly showered and scrapes and wounds tended to be comes into the room. There’s tea at the ready for him, and you motion for him to come lay down by gently patting your lap. He crawls into bed and that hefty weight of him falls on your thighs, but you’re used to it and it’s worth seeing tension continue to exit when you set about rubbing his head. You don’t ask him what went down, he isn’t in the mindset for that, right now he just needs your presence there.

Don tends to revisit failures in hopes of getting answers. It’s visible in his work, things being refurbished, reprogrammed, retried etc

Crime is the same too. He records patrols and he can get quite hyper fixated on a failure during fighting just as much as his inventions.

Somebody died a week ago. An innocent life, caught in the crossfire madness of two opposing team. For Donnie they tend to stick in his brain and sleep becomes nonexistent due to nightmares.

You know he’s been having nightmares about it, you’ve seen his face contorted in frustration, jittery and moaning sourly at whatever image is being depicted in his nightmare. He’s tried to stop the bleeding, he’s tried to resuscitate, he’d really tried.

You’d watched him for a week straight make heads or tails of it, find every possible, well possibility, in which this could’ve been avoided. You’d reassured him, you’d been gentle in your approach, even when you’d catching at ungodly hours reviewing the footage over and over again.

Traumatic events can be expressed in repetitive actions.

You always manage to take him back to bed and hold him close, so very close because sometimes Donnie needed to be suffocated in security to fucking accept it.

It doesn’t surprise you when you find him in the garage, knees to his chest, breathing near hyperventilating and eyes watery in stressful tears. He’s mourning his No Panic Attacks streak in a bitter laugh when you kneel down in front of him, wary of not wanting to crowd him. You settle for grabbing his calf and kneading the strong muscle. “I’m here, I’m right here, you’re ok” you whisper.

The shaking subsides, his breathing regulates and the exhaustion of this whole event crashes onto him. It’s not easy maneuvering such a big lad but you manage to direct him towards the shower. You undress him, you kiss him every second you have an opportunity before getting him and yourself into the shower stall.

Donnie needs to be taken care of at times. He can neglect so much when he’s determined to fix everybody’s issues, problems, wounds, devices. He takes care so much of everyone but himself and that’s what you must do. The waters in cold to help quiet any remnants of anxiety, you scrub him clean, make sure to get his shell, his hands, his legs etc. By the time you’re half way down with washing yourself, Donnie’s all sleepy eyed watching you, leaned against the stall. You give him a soft smile before rinsing off and pulling him towards the stream once more. You hug him, much like you have at night this past week, with pressure to keep him steady on his feet. Your cheek is pressed against the firm plates of his plastron.

You know there’s some peace filtering into him when you feel his cheek a top your head. He’s breathing you in, strong arms around you unwavering. You tell him you love him.

He says it many many many times.

Mikey gets uncharacteristically quiet.

Silence isn’t a setting in his functions.

So the day he crawls into your apartment looking like he went through a war zone you know it’s bad.

Because his “just wanted to see you” is devoid of the usual energy, with his eyes downcast at the blood on his sneakers. His hands are still shaking when he brings the up to his face to smudge blood and dirt away and you want to suggest a clean up to settle him down but Mikey starts to rub furiously at his face.

“Baby-“ You go to reach for him, to stop him from rubbing his face raw when you notice why he’s doing it in the first place.

Mikey’s crying.

You only catch it because the tears are there, sweeping up specks of dirt and blood. “Oh Mikey, baby come here” You hold his forearms to move his hands away, there shouldn’t be shame and you want him to know that but he just blurts it out “they were kids, they were just little kids, how can they hurt kids-“ and this time his voice hiccups and chokes up.

Nobody can fathom hurting a child. With Mikey he’s always been so protective of children, he’s sure more kids have caught sight of him due to his good nature intentions in getting them away from danger. If kids were hurt tonight, no wonder Mikey looked a mess.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry” You cup his cheeks, thumbing away tears. Those impossibly blue eyes are reddened and irritated and he can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes. You have to touch Mikey to soothe him, touch has always been a staple in the relationship and this moment was no exception.

You hugged him, cradled the back of his head to freely and privately allow him to sob his god damn soul out against your shoulder. He shook with each sob and you were there to be his pillar of strength. It feels like hours before you transport him to the bathroom and go shove his clothes in the washing machine. He isn’t hungry (never a good sign) and he’s still quiet when you help him towards the sofa. He says he doesn’t want to sleep, that he just wants to be near you. You nod understanding his wishes. Mikey’s staring at his hands when you slide yours against his own and grip it. You bring his hand to your lips and kiss it, you kiss his forearm, his shoulder, his cheek, his temple. Each press centers him, makes him sigh in relief.

“You’re a good man” and whatever that translates in his brain to makes him crumble a little again. But you’re there, touching and reassuring him with your presence.

Raph has shut his eyes so tight to the point that his eyelids hurt. He’s done it in hopes of muting the sounds of that girl.

She’s faceless to him, he swept down in a furry of red and sais and took the purp away from her in what felt like record time. Still it had been the screaming that made him catch wind of it and when he saw what was happening it took every ounce of his training to simply not stab the guy in his eyeballs.

He’s knows it’s a common (albeit unfortunate) situation that happens on these streets. It’s never failed to make his stomach churn, to worry desperately whenever April is out and about.

Or when you’re out.

Like you are right now.

He’s been following your nightly activities from a safe distance. Watched go into the local bodega for those disgusting candies you love so much and a giant cup of muddy coffee. He watched stop by for a quick bite to eat, he didn’t miss the additional order which he knew was for him. He watched you walk with steadfast pace ,hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket

Your head isn’t in he clouds but he can’t help the worry, the underlying fear that’s pumping blood into his heart. The rage bubbling whenever some creeps gaze lingers a little too long on you, walks a little too close to you, whistles at you, makes gestures at you.

There’s the screaming again in his head, the sobbing, the sound of sirens.

He hopes that girl is alright.

His phone beeps with a message from you saying your heading underground to the subway and might lose connection. He quickly types back what stop you should get off and where he’ll be waiting for you.

The darkness of the sewer feels welcoming, the lone light showing through the uncovered manhole is the only source that alerts him to your approaching footfalls. He sees your shoes and then your legs and that excited giggle you always let out when he reaches up to help you down never stops being his favorite. You can’t quite make out his face but his large hand is already leading you down the familiar passage.

Raph’s not chatty, he’s not flirty and those are two signs that cause you to furrow your brow in concern. His hand is tight around yours and his gaze looks tired. “Did you sleep babe?” You halt your movements, trying to pump breaks with such a large being like Raph.

“I’m good, ya sleep?” But he’s not good.

“Raph” His name is stern and questioning off of your lips.

“I’m good” And never has a sentence felt so forced.

He looks at your linked hands, runs a thick thumb across your pulse.

“You know you can’t protect everybody, right? And while that sucks to hear it has to be said, because wallowing in your thoughts and thinking up what if scenarios won’t fix it” You’ve always been real with him and he’s always welcomed that feature about you.

“If something happened to ya… I wouldn’t forgive myself” Theres a bitter smile on his lips, there’s screaming in his head and there’s an image of you-

“Get out of there, come back here with me, ok? I’m here, I’m right here with you” You take his hand and place it to your cheek. Reality cheeks are the way with him, you can’t let Raph drown too much in his thoughts. You have to yanking him out by the arm and make understand that the right now is all he can control, albeit sometimes.

“She’s alive because of you” You know what been tormenting him. It’s noticeable in the gentle almost fearful touches he’s been giving you this past month. He caved and told you after he woke up screaming for somebody to get off of you in a nightmare he had.

He feels the burn of trying to hold back frustrated tears, so he grounds himself with caressing your face.

He has a dreamless sleep that night thanks to you laying on him, feeing the steady rhythm of your heart, your presence, your scent and your warmth. You fall a sleep with your fingers rubbing his neck.

[starlightblueninja]

@just-straight-up-chaos wanted smutty Halloween headcanon’s

So let’s do this 🎃

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What’s a spooky night without some lab activities?

And by activities I mean, lets get your back blown out in a dimly lit lab with this total mad scientist

Y’all get a little too into the fantasy ngl

It’s on the observation gurney he’s got set up for when the guys need to be tended for wounds (don’t worry everything is sanitized to high end)

The cold metal against your skin, chest pressed firmly

You feel those big ass hands on your hips

Your costume is bunched up and honestly Donnie has ripped some of the seams and he isn’t even sorry

Halloween is on a full mood, he’s blaming it on that

The music from the party is drowning out your noises and you’re thankful cause whatever has overtaken him has got you making some of the most embarrassing noises

It’s in the craziness of it all, the exquisite feeling coursing through you that he grabs a chunk of your hair, pulls you back and you’re done for

Full body shutter

Donnie at your ear telling you that you’re such a good girl

He loves the mess you’ve made around his cock

Your a limp noodle on the gurney

Donnie’s still hard

He makes some medical pun but you’re so gooey and satisfied so when he picks up at it again and the overstimulation hits

You grin like a sex crazed bitch

Oh boy

Are you teasing this little shit by sucking on a lollipop

Left overs from a bowl you had for the trick or treaters

And you’re taking your damn time savoring the caramel flavor

The horror movie is background noise at this point for Mikey I mean he’s more preoccupied with your pretty lips sliding across the round candy, the small pink of your tongue twirling around it

He makes some comment about you liking that treat more than him: he is the ultimate treat after all

So here’s your trick

He’s kissing on your neck, leaving little marks here and there, hands grope your breast, he def paying extra attention to those sensitive nips

He tells you to keep enjoying your candy and you almost bite through the rock when you feel those hands in your shorts

You’re watching Leatherface revving his chainsaw when Mikey gets knuckle deep in you

And it never fails to knock the wind out of you how thick it feels, you can only handle one

Mikey may be phenomenal with his mouth but Christ does he have some of the best finger game you’ve ever experienced

Your lollipop is somewhere on the floor because you’re too busy holding on to him when you start to feel you leg cramp up in that painful delicious sensation

You clamp down so hard that Mikey says you’re gonna break his finger, and that he’s more than ok with it

You loose your sense of hearing for a solid five seconds when you cum

You guys are watching the parade from a roof top

He’s not watching watching it tho you know?

He’s absolutely mesmerized by you and your red lip stick like wow he’s seen you with your lip tinted all shades but this red is basically HIS red

How can a color look so deliciously enticing?

Either way Raph’s mind is hyper focused and the cheers and screams and music are taking a back seat

You start giggling and the way your lips spread open in a smile have him gutted

This lad loves you™️

He especially loves how y’all somehow end up in this current predicament where his shorts or past his thighs and your lips are wrapped around his dick

The way the the color contrast against his member, the stains around your lips and chin with each upward and downward movement

God it’s so cute that you’re trying to take him past your usual amount and the way you gag and choke, spittle pooling at the base of his dick and your chin is such a sight to Raph

He praises the hell out of you, Raph can’t shut up as is but when you’re choking on his dick is extra filthy

Lots of “ya like that?” “Ya so good at this baby girl” “take me like a champ”

The guttural “fuuuuuck” when he cums

His pupils blown out when he sees you licking every last drop from his dick to your lips to your finger tips

Leo’s called Honor Boy for a reason

But you somehow manage for this to happen

Maybe it’s the rum chocolate bars

But you beg Leo to break the two of you into an abandoned building that’s supposedly haunted

Between the tipsy giggling and you trying to scare Leo with your ghost stories

He gets handsy™️

Tipsy Leo is handsy my dude

Like he’s necking at you, gripping your ass, grinding into you

You’re both laughing and shushing each other

He backs you up against a wall and kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in months

You undo his pants as best as possible and he damn near rips yours down the middle

He does tear your underwear

Another pair dead

It’s messy and sloppy not the usual finessing Leo is accustomed too and that’s something you’re legit soaked over

You tell him he’s such a good boy and tipsy Leo is the best to bring out sub!Leo and he eats up the praise

You tell him that he fucks you so good, that nobody has ever made you cream yourself like he does, how big his dick is how it always feels like you’re gonna be torn apart by it

He’s panting and churring and fucking into you fast and sloppy your name falling in praise

He worships you

You’re his goddess

He holds onto you so tightly but he refuses to cum unless you do and once he’s got your screams echoing through the building is when Leo spills into you

You bite your lip ‘tsk tsk’ at him

“Did i tell you you could cum, blue boy?” You purr and Leo shudders, member giving another twitch withing you