#Bayverse april

[akesdraws-blog]

Giving you a hand

Version (🎞️TMNT BAYVERSE🎞️)

Note: The turtles help you prepare for a job interview and will pretend to be the future or possible boss. Warnings: None, spelling mistakes

🍵Leonardo 🍵

It will prepare you as if you were going to go into the most dangerous fight of your life. He was reading your application for a few moments and made you show him that you really have all those skills that you put. (If you said you are fast at writing, you better be, because it will take your time) You better not stutter at any point or you'll get Leo's ninja stare. (And he is not very pretty to say the least)

Y/N. -Why the hell do I have to practice immobilizing someone?!- L. -Never know what is going to happen in your work- Y/N. -But I'm going to apply for secretary, not security!-

And when they have to simulate the interview, Leo will come into character, a boss who may seem friendly but will not be. He will offer you some tea and they will start doing the “interview”. But after a few minutes his response is…

L. -We will call you- Y/N. -What? Leo, this is supposed to be the part where you tell me I have the job.- L. -I would if you had done it well- Y/N. -But I did everything right! I answered everything, which part was wrong- L. -To begin the posture, you are hunched over, and you play with your feet, in addition to fiddling with your hands, that does not show security, and your smile seemed more like a request for help… Shall I continue? -

That's right, Leo is going to evaluate everything you do. Internally you will be grateful that you are not going to have a boss like him.

⚗️Donatello ⚗️

This guy will review your application about 10 times and he will always find some error, which will cause you to do it again. He gave you a time to answer each question and you better not spend another second or they will go back to the beginning. He himself wrote you a few pretty good letters of recommendation. He will prepare you in any aspect that the interview may cover and even that which it will not cover.

Y/N. -Is it necessary for me to study this?- D. -They have to see that you are skilled in any case- Y/N. -But I don't think a cafeteria would ask me to know how to repair an engine- D. -But maybe your boss's car doesn't work, and that's where you act!-

When it's time to simulate the interview, you'll be as nervous as if it were a real one. Because like Leo, he gets into character and we're not talking about a good one, his character will be like talking to John Jonah Jameson Jr. himself.

D. -So you want to work- Y/N. -That's how it is- D. -Why here? Why not somewhere else? I heard they were looking for one near here- Y/N. -Well, it's the closest to where I live- D. -Just that? Isn't it because we are the best? Are you reducing us only as an option for closeness? Y/N. -I did not mean that- D. -If you don't see how we are the best of the best, maybe it's not the place for you, look for another place!- Y/N. -Donnie!- D. -What? Was it too much? You never know what kind of boss you will have-

Let's say you'll practice interviewing with different types of bosses, from a nice boss to one you'd want to hang. But in the end he will apologize if he feels that he has crossed the line or notices that your morals have gone to the ground.

🥊Raphael 🥊

It will only help with two issues.If she found what you were doing curious or because she saw you as nervous as a chihuahua. (And your murmurs were already bothering him)

First he will question the place and position you will go to, he knows that you are much better for such a low position, but he hopes that at least they will give you a good pay.

But if you have photos of the place where you are going to apply, this guy will go into overprotective mode.

R. -Why can't you see where the fire extinguishers are? The emergency exit is very far away, and have you already seen the windows? Any crazy person could throw a stone and it would break into thousands of pieces, what kind of security protocol? do they have in case of a theft? Or if the Foot Clan arrive?

Y/N. -Why would those on the foot go to a cafeteria?-

R. -They may be criminals but everyone needs a coffee-

That's right, raph just created a new fear for you.

You will have to beg him to simulate an interview, because in his words it is a waste of time.

R. -Do you have schedule availability?-

Y/N. -Yes!, at the time I set I will come right away and...-

R. -Do you know how to make coffee, tea or whatever we sell?

Y/N. -Yes, my espressos are wonderful and...-

R. -Do you want to work here?-

Y/N. -Um, yes, but you have to let me finish talking...-

R. -Hired, I'm leaving-

Y/N. -Raph!-

It will be a matter of a few minutes before your mock interview ends, mostly because Raph won't let you finish talking.

But he always encourages you, he knows that you can do it if you put your mind to it.

🍕Miguel Angel 🍕

He already knew that you were preparing for an interview, it's not like he will use your phone to order a pizza and by mistake he read the message of the day and time your interview would be, that didn't happen at all.

He will show you the best streets and shortcuts to avoid traffic.

M. -And if you go this way you can get there in less than 20 minutes-

Y/N. -Mike... They are buildings-

M. -You will never see traffic over there-

Mikey will beg to simulate the interview.He even converted the room into an office, you saw how he made a boss badge out of a pizza box that said “Super Chief Cowabunga”.

You don't even know where he got a tie, much less a briefcase.

Y/N. -Very well, remember Mikey, you are the one who is going to interview me, just follow the questions that I put on the sheet and the ones that occur to you-

M. -Understood, but bosses are always full of papers, Donnie must have a lot of papers-

Y/N. -I don't think they are necessary-

M. -And the bosses also have a phone to call their pretty assistants-

Y/N. -I don't even think that's important right now-

M. -Wait, a boss has a white cat, right? I need a white cat-

Y/N. -I don't think bosses have a white cat-

They never start to simulate the interview, as Mikey quickly gets distracted.

In the end you will only see how Mikey continues to bring more and more things to be a true “boss”

One good thing is that you weren't nervous anymore, and if you started to feel a little nervous you only remembered how Mikey started to get distracted and it just made you laugh a little.

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[kairolee2004]

Ok so idk who to ask for this One-shot but HERE IS MY IDEA!!!!

Bayverse! TMNT X F! Reader

Title: Facts Were Made

Summery- Reader is Aprils roommate and she (reader) has not met the turtles yet. So April invites the boys over for dinner.But she also invites Vern and Casey. (Btw, reader HATES Vern) And as the Turtles arrive at the house, reader and Vern are already arguing and fighting. And while everyone is enjoying the dinner, Vern and reader get into another fight but this time, Vern said something about readers choice of (Clothing/Makeup style/hairstyle) and he calls them a not so good name (You choice the word.) and reader goes BALLISTIC! And either beats his ass or speaks a powerful speech about her rights to her body. And the turtles find that hella attractive!!!

_____________________________

Ok so there are so many AMAZING writers that will take requests on TMNT. But idk who to choose, so I’ll let who ever want to write ideas, write it. (You can make some changes to the idea as well) But if you do, pls tag me and give me some credit.✨✨

[000marie198]

Each April O'Neil is awesome in her own way

1987 April: Big Sister energy. Also a reporter

2k3 April: computer whiz, jungle girl, from living alone to the mother of four over night

2k7 April: Is archeologist, travelled all the way to the hot and humid Central America under guise of searching for some archeological ruins just to find Leo and get him to return home

IDW April: Undercover scientist and assistant

2012 April: Psychic, half alien, immune to mutation, telekinesis and telepathy, brought home ICK

Bayverse April: is Megan Fox. Probably met 12 Mikey at some point, saved the baby turtles & named them, went investigating a crime at midnight just to try and get a lead on finding the turtles.

Rise April: has a crane license, got keys to almost every workplace in the city, has most probably been in more jobs and professions than Barbie

[yorshie]

Listen. I don’t really ship bayverse donnie and April. In fact, I usually go the brother/sister relationship route in my own writing, I just don’t care if someone else does ship them.

But damn is it funny to think about Baxter Stockman asking if Aprils boyfriend knew more PI decimals than him with the connotations that Donnie is sweet on April.

[noirleo]

i made a uquiz so click here to find out which bayverse character u are ♥︎

[barikinbear]

April: name a better duo than my crippling anxiety and depression. I’ll wait

Casey: you and me!

April, fighting tears: okay 👍🏼

Casey: an equally great duo would be you and a therapist

April: I know you’re right but that was so rude

[turtle-babe83]

{F!Reader, Turtle of choice, on the Nice List}

Just imagine…..

“Please, Ape, you gotta help me!”

April rolls her eyes good naturedly at the frantic voice on the other end of her phone. Her “brothers” can be thick headed and predictable sometimes. Every one of them has called her for help buying their girlfriend a gift at some point.

After some serious discussion of your likes and dislikes, they formulate a plan together. A gift basket full of your favorite things. April knows that a good reporter goes straight to the source, so she talks you into a girls’ lunch date and discreetly starts picking your brain. Your favorite color, favorite snacks, any perfume or goodies on your wishlist, while your turtle uses his personal talents to make the centerpiece of the basket*.

By the time Christmas Eve rolls around, the gift is not only ready, she has helped to wrap it so it looks absolutely beautiful. You and your boyfriend get together late that night to exchange gifts. She texts your turtle later to see how you like it. She doesn’t hear back until Christmas morning with only a thumbs up emoji for an answer. At the Christmas dinner that night, she notices you have a few new hickeys so she presumed that the gift exchange went very well indeed. 💝

*Raph would knit something for you like a blanket or a sweater. Donnie would make some sort of useful technology or create an upgrade for your existing phone or smart watch. Mikey would make a special piece of art for you. Leo would either create your own blend of loose leaf tea, or write a poem about you on a parchment scroll completely in Japanese.

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[tinkabelle24]

Remains

Chapter 2: Go

Help finally arrives, but is it too late?

A/N: MASSIVE trigger warning for this chapter. Please read before proceeding.

TW! CHILD DEATH, Murder-suicide, Blood/Gore.

Chapter 1

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Bandana wound around her nose and mouth, Addie tentatively opened the only non-transparent door in the building, to the storeroom. Despite her precautions this time, the horrific smell hit her just as severely as the first.

"Schijt!"

She clamped a hand over the fabric, tears pricking her baby blues as she swallowed the bile that threatened to spill forth. She's smelt some... smells, in her career and as a parent - nothing like this.

Finally composing herself, the blonde stepped forward, chancing a glance downward. On the floor of the cramped space, defiling the vinyl with its biofluids, lay the dissected body of their 'donor' walker - dead dead.

His name was Hank Green; born May 7th, 1958. He was a local. He had three grandchildren...

Shake it off, Addie. You can do this.

You MUST do this.

She reached for a fresh sheet and gloves... and a peg.

~

Four over here, six over there...

I think I'd rather take my chances with the former.

Addie lowered her gaze from the window to her pistol, noting the half-empty magazine before returning it to the chamber; releasing the slide, then stuffing it inside her leg holster. She took extra care in avoiding the semi-dried gore now hanging from her torso.

A gun was the 'absolute last resort' option. As sight was compromised, their other senses (hearing especially) were heightened to compensate. Should one go off, expect all undead within a mile radius to come running.

Luckily, Addie's only needed to shoot thrice: twice, in the initial outbreak, when she and Lucas became cornered; once, to prevent a carjacking. Had Matt not jumped the fucker when he did (getting pistol-whipped in the process), the opportunity she took to take him out likely wouldn't have presented itself.

The what ifs of that day still haunt her, four months later.

Reaching round her back, beneath the canvas satchel and sheet-smock, Addie tugged her dagger from its sheath. She carefully ran a thumb along the blade, checking its sharpness.

Finally satisfied, she slotted it back in; gaze lingering over her (still sleeping) child as she fetched the keys from her pocket, snatched up the bloodstained machete propped against the wall, then beelined for the rear exit.

As carefully as her trembling fingers would allow, Addie turned the key in the mechanism; simultaneously monitoring the position of the four walkers wandering about this side of the building.

The lock clicked louder than expected. Heart leaping into her throat, the blonde immediately retreated behind the blanket (top half still nailed to the architrave) as the walker closest to the fence snapped her way, groaning inquisitively. She could feel its milky gaze burning through the polyester, into her very soul.

"Schijt!"

Peeking round the blanket, Addie watched as the once impeccably dressed woman, now in decomposing rags, stalked along the fence-line; sniffing the air for her next meal. This behaviour had, unfortunately, drawn the attention of the other three, who were now shuffling their way over.

"Schijt, schijt, schijt...!"

If she doesn’t act now, more will come; then, they’ll be well and truly screwed.

Gripping the hilt of her dagger, Addie squeezed her eyes shut and breathed, steeling herself. After one last long and tremulous exhale, she rushed forward.

For the first time in over a month, she was out.

The walkers hissed wildly as Addie closed in on them, brandishing her blade. With one swift movement, she impaled the woman’s eye socket through the fence; shoving the body away before moving on to the man in the tattered polo and jeans, the elderly woman in night clothes... then the boy, who couldn’t have been any older than eight.

She couldn’t bring herself to look, when she finally cut him down...

As her last kill thudded to the ground, Addie caught the ‘front’ group approaching in her periphery; again, sniffing about. Panicked, the blonde impulsively swiped a hand over the bloodied ricasso, smearing red all over her face; earlobes, lips, eyelids – anywhere that wasn't already covered.

She froze. Waiting, watching; not even daring to breathe as the six gradually lost interest, then finally disbanded.

If she could become a puddle, she would have.

Snapping out of her stupor, Addie proceeded stiffly sidestepping toward the access gate; pocketing the dagger, then retrieving her machete from its sheath. She carefully lifted the latch and slipped through, pulling it closed behind her.

There was nothing standing between them and her now. Despite their alleged disinterest, she still expected them to turn and swarm her, but they didn't. The closest one, a mere few feet away, twitched when the gate clicked closed; other than that - nothing. It was as though she no longer existed...

Matthew, you ingenious bastard!

Please, please, please, be okay...

Stealing one last glance at the centre, Addie turned on her heel then hurried forward; away from the loitering walkers, across the road (littered with abandoned cars; one containing mummified remains, draped over the deflated driver's seat airbag), through the overgrown field (passing two more oblivious walkers) to the nearest residential area.

She decided on the light-coloured duplex at the end of the cul-de-sac. The left-hand front door was wide open - no good. Chances were the place had already been cleared out, either by the residents or scavengers. Onto the right side...

This door was closed. Addie tried the knob - locked. The blonde hummed thoughtfully, adjusting her satchel strap as she knelt; frown shifting from the wilted Hosta in the corner of the patio, to the leaf-covered welcome mat. She had a hunch...

Yes! Addie snatched the spare key hidden beneath the mat, bracing against the door as she slowly hauled herself upright.

The blood still dropped to her feet.

She'd gladly take dried dog shit at this point; she was that hungry...

You can do this, Addie. Not long now...

She inserted the key; ear pressed against the door as she turned it, to check whether the sound drew the attention of anyone (or thing) possibly wandering about on the other side.

...Nothing.

She nudged the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.

The house was quiet; too quiet to be holding walkers, but there was an eerie coldness to the air. She hoped this was only due to it being closed off to the outside for half a year...

She could see the kitchen from the entryway. Her stomach groaned at the sight, but she had one more job to do - secure the area.

Second floor first.

Slowly, Addie ascended the carpeted stairway; dagger at the ready. As she reached the landing, she noted three doors - all ajar.

She poked her head inside the first – the master bedroom. Aside from the mussed bedsheets, the room appeared untouched. No walkers.

The bathroom (second door) was empty also.

Goosebumps prickled Addie's skin as she approached the final door. 'Luna' in painted wooden letters hung from it; somehow, her dread intensified.

She froze when she spotted feet, talus facing the floor.

The blonde swallowed hard, bracing herself. Finally, she pushed forward; following up the man's body until she reached his head. Blood pooled around it, among other stains. A pistol laid beneath his skeletal fingers.

Proceeding him was a bed. Atop the mattress, under a rainbow quilt, hid a child-sized body. A bloodstained pillow covered their head.

A hand flew to Addie's mouth as she averted her gaze, choking back a despaired whimper. Knees buckling, she grasped at the doorframe for support; she collapsed anyway, sobbing and dry heaving.

For several agonising moments, her body refused to relent. Her insides burned from the contractions; her bloodied tears stained her teeth. She spat then swiped at her lips with her sleeve, washing out any remnants with water from her bottle.

She’s seen many undead children in this new, cruel world; enough to desensitise her somewhat. They are but a shell of their former selves – a literal walking corpse. Dead children, however...

This was her first.

Finally prying herself from the floor, Addie shuffled her way into the master bedroom; tugging off the patterned quilt and top sheet, then dragging them back to Luna’s bedroom. Nudging the pistol aside, she carefully laid the quilt over the father’s remains; then moved on to the child, before tearfully stepping away.

“I’m so sorry...” The woman sniffled, after a moment’s silence. Gaze drifting to the gun at her feet, she quietly added: “...and I’m sorry, for this...”

Shame flooded Addie as she snatched it up, scurrying out the door with her metaphorical tail between her legs. Looting dead bodies: incredibly disrespectful but, as the saying goes: desperate times...

Empty magazine. She checked the chamber – also empty.

She rifled through the drawers and closet in the master bedroom – nothing.

Fuck.

She pocketed it anyway; along with two pairs of thick socks, pocketknife, and the Corduroy jacket hanging over the bedpost. Perhaps he kept his stash downstairs...

Addie’s stomach screamed as she ransacked the kitchen; tugging open every cupboard and drawer, for items they could either use or eat. The moment her eyes laid upon a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli, she pounced; ripping it open then shovelling its contents into her mouth with her fingers.

She’d obliterated it in record time; the closest thing she’d had to a meal in days.

It was euphoric.

Addie set the now empty can in the sink; licking the remnants from her fingers as she turned back to the opened pantry. Nonperishables abound – she'd hit the jackpot!

Let’s start with the canned meals, UHT milk, and dried fruit, then come back another day for the rest.

She began stuffing her satchel.

Why you decided not to come this way, Matthew, I’ll never know...

A distant thudding sound, rapidly increasing in both volume and frequency, finally attracted Addie’s attention. She paused, whipping her head every which way to determine its origin.

When she realised, a chill shot up the blonde’s spine. The can she dropped clattered to the ground as she barrelled out the front door, leaving her satchel behind.

~

"Whoa. This place sure went to the dogs, didn't it... Where's the party??"

"Don't you hear the horn?? Follow them, Donnie..."

~

"OVER HERE, YOU FUCKERS!"

Addie hurled a brick through the window of the nearest car, triggering its alarm system. She yipped, yelled and rapped against the metal in a desperate bid to draw the now twenty-odd ravenous walkers away from the front door - away from her son.

"That's it! I'm all yours - come get me!"

They encroached on her from all angles; gangly fingers outstretched, hankering for a tasty morsel. She readied her machete, bracing herself for the impending assault.

"A little closer...!"

The moment one was within swinging range, she swung.

~

"There, I see it! This is it, right - KinderCare? Wait... oh shit! She's fucking surrounded! Raph, Mikey - with me-"

"I ain't leavin' April!"

"Raph- for God's sake! Donnie, let's go!"

~

The horde quickly overwhelmed Addie; corralling the woman up onto the car roof, with little more than an inch of leeway on either side.

One misstep and she was chow.

She was largely successful in diverting their attention. However, one appeared determined to get inside; incessantly striking the double-paned glass with a rock. She'd already wasted three bullets trying to stop this seemingly unstoppable meat bag...

Addie shrieked in horror when they finally smashed through. Faced with no other option, she braced herself to jump; right before being unceremoniously ripped from her feet, losing her machete in the process.

"No, no, no, no, NO!" The woman desperately kicked at the walkers grabbing at her legs; the other side clawed at her smock, strangling her.

Ahead of her, the wayward walker was halfway through the second of three doors standing between them and Lucas.

Get up, Addie.

Get the FUCK up!!!

Balancing her weight with one hand, Addie shakily lifted the other; lining up the chamber with the walker about to bury their flesh-rittled teeth in her shin.

She pressed-

Something whizzed past her ear, impaling the walker's temple and thrusting them sideways. It created a Domino effect, of sorts; one stumbling walker quickly became two, then three, then four...

Addie's legs were now free. As she scrambled to her feet, a mass of green crashed into view; slicing through the crowd like butter.

A shrill whistle pierced her eardrums, followed immediately by equally deafening techno music. She whipped around, finding a heavily modified sanitation vehicle with the logo: 'Tartaruga Bros.', screeching to a halt before her.

"Let's go, you ugly fucks!" A masculine voice hollered as an enormous, green, three-fingered hand sprang from the driver's seat window; slamming repeatedly against the side panel. "Turtle soup - get it while it's hot!"

Addie watched, transfixed, as the remaining horde (and those sprinkling in from the street; picked off by two more hulking, green beings) gradually turned away from her; lurching toward the truck rolling around the parking lot.

"Adrie?!"

She recognised this voice; it belonged to one of the two men she'd spoken with over the radio. He called himself Leo.

Whirling toward the centre, Addie was confronted by a pair of the clearest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen. A deeper blue, tattered cloth encircled them; surrounding that: brilliant green, scaled skin.

Strapped to his plated chest: the string part of a giant wooden bow; as well as a thicker leather strap, extending round what appeared to be a shell, at his back. In his three-fingered hands, he held twin swords; dripping with blood.

He resembled a man, but there were too many peculiarities at play to confirm.

The skin, the plating, the shell...

What are these... people?

Addie's gaze returned to Leo's disconcerted one. His lips were moving; he appeared to be shouting, but she couldn't hear a thing. The now empty entryway behind him had snagged her attention.

The wayward walker had made it through the second door.

She jumped.

"Adrie-!" Leo flinched at the blood curdling scream; proceeded immediately by shattering glass. The woman ignored him; snatching up her fallen machete as she bolted inside.

She'd answered his question, without saying a thing.

He followed her. "Cover the door!!!"

"On it!"

"Leo, more are coming - a lot more!"

In the truck, the dark-haired woman gazed despairingly down the road; toward the town centre. It teemed with oncoming walkers. "I haven't seen this many, since..."

"I know, I know..." The red-masked driver rubbed her shoulder comfortingly; glaring out his own window, watching his comrade disappear. "Whattaya doin', Leo?!" He shouted into the intercom. "Get'er outta there; they'll be on top of us in minutes!"

Glass crunched under Addie's boots as she bounded through the centre. Lucas was screaming for her now.

"MOMMY!!!" Over, and over. It was like knives in her heart.

"LUCAS!!!"

Finally rounding the corner, what she found boiled her blood.

The walker had indeed made it through the last door. They were now dangling over its centre beam, caught on the protruding shards; clawing at the terrified child curled up in the corner.

Addie charged.

She gripped the scruff of their jacket and yanked, gutting them as she thrust them onto the linoleum; knocking their cap off in the process. Their growls were summarily cut short by the downward swing of her machete, into their face. She pried it out, then swung again...

...and again... and again... and again, until their head was nothing more than a bloodied puddle.

Breathless, Addie finally straightened up; grip faltering around her sullied blade. She found Leo standing near the entrance; a conflicting mix of horror and remorse on his scarred features. She couldn't help the distain she slung in return.

Had you gotten here when you said you'd be, likely none of this would have happened...

"Mommy!"

Addie whipped around, dropping her weapon as she scooped her whimpering son into her arms; gripping his body as tightly as he did hers. "Baby... I'm so, so sorry! ... Shhh, it's okay. I'm here, now... I'm here."

Leo averted his gaze, attempting to give mother and son some semblance of privacy whilst they held each other. Meanwhile, his radio was blowing up.

"Adrie, I really hate to interrupt, but-"

"It's daddy, mommy..." Lucas sniffled. Unbeknownst to Addie, he was pointing.

"No..." Leo breathed.

"Daddy isn't here, sweetheart," the woman sighed shakily. "I don't know where daddy is..."

"Daddy hurt me."

Addie's heart stopped.

No. Please, don't let it be...

Slowly, she turned; covering Lucas' eyes as the mess re-entered her field of vision.

She didn't need their face - the sheet and cap gave him away.

"M-Matt...?"

Their decade together flashed before her eyes. Their ‘meet-cute’, when he accidently socked her in the face with a football; their first date, watching Scary Movie at the cinema; their first kiss, that same night; first “I love you’; first time; first fight; first house; first ultrasound; their shotgun wedding; Lucas’ birth; Matt’s months-long emotional affair...

They’d been contemplating divorce when all this started. Being forced to rely on only each other, for absolutely everything, helped them reconcile.

The night before he left, they slept together; the first time in over a year...

"Whoa- hey!" Leo caught Addie before she hit the floor; bracing her elbows, lest Lucas slip from her grasp. "I've got you-"

The blonde gasped as she shrugged him off. “Don’t... t-touch-!”

"Leo, please!" A panicked cry echoed down the hallway; accompanied by grunts and frenzied growls.

Wasting no more time, Leo chanced more physical contact to urge Addie forward. "C'mon, let's go- leave it!” He tugged her upright when she knelt for her machete. “I'll get it - go!"

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Chapter 3

@android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda @jasminarts01 @raphaelismybae

[mushroomgrenade]

Okay, Bayverse up!! Now just the 07s left to post

You can download them on my Kofi too!

Or grab them as stickers!

Oh yes btw please please please look y'all I have a tmnt tarot project too-

[incorrect-bay-tmnt]

I once saw someone say that bay!leo was “so straight”…WRONG

Leo is giving chaotic bi

Raph is aromantic. I can’t explain but go with it

Donnie is transfem/lesbian, we all agree on that

MICKEY is chaotic straight…maybe even homiesexual

Honorable mention: April is lesbian. Her “woah you’re hot” face at Casey was nothing more than her admiring the beauty of a fellow human being. She gives credit where credit is due. Queen

@probably-asleep13 You may be wondering why I'm responding like this...it's a side blog. Responding in the comments will show my main blog. Before I answer your question, I have one of my own. Was the transfem part the only part that bamboozled you? Every headcanon on here was pulled from my ass (as most ppls headcanons are, with the exception of the ones that have basis in canon) so it was funny to see that the transfem one was the only one you said something about. But to answer your question, as I was saying, it's a headcanon... :) Hope I cleared that up for you

[madammuffins]

ENDLESSLY, LOVE - CASEY

AO3

WATTPAD

PLAYLIST

Casey doesn't really get it.

[purpleturtle9000]

april immediately calling that leo's not involved in this plan. yeah.

[kairolee2004]

Can you please do the tmnt bayverse boys with a female goth friend (bonus points if she’s a lesbian) and she’s trying to ask out her crush so the boys and April try to help reader on asking her crush out? If not that’s totally fine 😚🫶

Yes!!! Finally a TMNT ask <333

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Bayverse TMNT and April O’neil + Female Gothic Lesbian reader!

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Relationship: Reader x Female crush

Pronouns: She/Her

Type of Writing: Fluff

Warnings: Cussing

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🐢 How could the boys NOT help you? You’ve been talking about this girl for MONTHS!

🐢 But of course ya’ll have to understand that they don’t really know how to ask people out or even talk to strangers. Before you and April, they were always in the sewers.

🐢 Mikey thinks he’s some sort of “love guru” and gives you tips on asking this girl out.

🐢 Leo is definitely trying to help you relax when you overthink about “if she likes you back or not.”

🐢 He also is the main man you talk about this girl with like- he loves you but, chill the hell out!

🐢 Raph is constantly teasing you about this crush you got. But is also asking what she looks likes.

🐢 “Damn Goblin, she’s pretty cute. I might try an save her one day and be her knight in shining… armor?”

🐢 I feel like Donnie would stalk her for you… NOT IN A WEIRD WAY! If thats even possible?

🐢 He tells you about all her socials and lets you know when she posts on platforms.

🐢 Definitely protects her from any hate comments or content made about her. Thinks she kinda cute but definitely doesn’t try anything.

🐢 April has mixed feelings… She’s really happy that you like her and wanna try and get to know her more but then- SHE GETS REALLY SAD WHEN THINKING THAT YOUR NOT GONNA BE HER ROOMMATE ANYMORE!

(For the sake of well- everything, lets name your crush Marianna and her code name is ‘Taki’ because she loves spicy food)

🐢When you first met Marianna she was… different. Always wanting to be by your side, always hugging or holding your hands. Marianna constantly “flirted” with you and says how much “ultimate rizz” she had.

🐢 Of course you felt off about it for a few months. Up to this point you were always made fun of because of your style in everything. But when this short girly ran into your life. Everything changed. Opposites attract right?

🐢 At some point in time, y’all started calling up to half an hour or even 2. Then it became FaceTime calls that were 6 to 7 hours long and ended with one or both of you falling asleep. It just felt right.

🐢 The day finally happened when you asked Marianna out- well actually… she did. You and her were out at the mall getting stuff and just walking around. This was a normal activity for you guys weekly. As you guys were walking done a hall with certain shops, Marianna dragged you into a family owned shop and said, “Wait here love bug, I gotta pick up a order if mine!”

You didn’t think much of it so you waited. When Marianna got back she basically pushed you out the shop and into the middle of the ‘hall of the mall.’

“(Reader)… I have a question I wanna ask.” Marianna said holding both of her hands behind her back. This kinda felt familiar… but how?

“Ummm sure, what’s going on?” You asked getting a little closer. Marianna at this time was blushing a little. Hard to see with her light chocolate skin color but still noticeable. She took a deep breath and took her hands from behind her back. You gasped!

She was holding a large bouquet of glitter (Favorite Color) flowers and a teddy bear that looked like a character from your favorite (Tv show, movie, series, anime). The bear was actually holding a stuffed heart that read “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

It felt kinda hard to breathe… you were smiling like a damned idiot but you didn’t care. You walked over to Marianna and held her waist with one hand and her chin with the other. “Why in the hell would I ever want to pass up a opportunity of a lifetime?” Both of you smiled.

Marianna then leaned forward and kissed you. You then followed her lead and kissed back. <3

The End

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Thx for reading!!!! Hope whoever requested this likes it and btw- please don’t try and send multiple requests as if I didn’t see the first one <3 ;^;

Requests are: Open

[wow-its-me]

I already like Bayverse April better than 2012

April

[quotingtmnt]

"I just want to be clear. You are now telling me that there are 4 six-foot talking turtles walking around New York City, and no one has seen them but you?" - April's Boss

"That's what I'm telling you," - April

"I don't mean to laugh, but is there anything else we should know about them?" - April's Boss

"They're ninjas." - April

"I'm sorry what?" - April's Boss

"And they do karate." - April (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2014)

[noirleo]

if i ever call myself a bayverse fan please understand i’m referring to this fic on ao3 only