#I’ll do mike n raph. later

[koolaidashley]

Remember when I mentioned a separated au well I got the concept it’s twin time except they don’t know their twins they are just Very Best Friends and definitely NOT brothers

[imashoe69420]

Could you do the rise turtles with an s/o who is chill most of the time, but when they get angry they go absolutely FERAL. I’m talking “i’ll break you fucking spine and snap your neck with my two bare hands” feral, Thank you!

I love this sm 😭

Also, sorry for being so inactive. I’m graduating 🥳 so I’ve been preparing for that and haven’t been on my phone. I will try to get more of these out soon!

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彡 ★ Rise!Bros X GN!Reader Headcannons★彡

Relationships: Ambiguous

Genre: Fluff

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Mild Language, Absent Parents, Mentions of Blood

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Leo

Leo and you had become friends because of your chill attitude.

Leo liked how nothing seemed to phase you and you were always down for anything and everything. Even some stuff he didn’t feel confident/comfortable doing.

But god forbid you ever became hangry.

One night, you and Leo were carrying back a pizza for dinner. You’d urged Leo not to drop it as you were basically starving and could feel your mood shift.

“Relax,” Leo drags out the “a”, “I’ve got this. You worry too much.”

Not even two seconds later, Leo drops the pizza box. Face down.

“Oh boy…” Leo grimaced, slowly turning his gaze toward you, offering a weak smile. “Don’t worry, you can run and get another …right?”

You stared at him, took a deep breath, turned around, and punched the ever-loving shit out of the brick sewer wall.

You accomplished two things:

You got all your anger out and persuaded Leo to be more careful with your food next time.

You broke your hand. Specifically two fingers and a dislocated wrist.

Leo helped wrap your injury as you cursed at yourself for being so stupid.

“What was I thinking? That was so dumb. Now I can’t even lift anything to my lips.” You said half-jokingly.

Leo smiled. “At least I know to keep you well fed.”

“Don’t say it like I’m some animal.”

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Raph

You were almost the complete opposite of Raph.

Most of the time you spent with him you spent training or skateboarding or something of the sort. You were naturally hot-headed and not very friendly others.

Although, you always had a soft spot for Raph.

You never raised your voice to him or were ever mean to him.

When you were with Raph, you were extremely chill… until someone teased or threatened him.

While fighting a villain, the red clad turtle was struck in the face.

It didn’t hurt him, just disoriented him. But that didn’t matter to you.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled as you charged at the villain.

Needless to say, you did a number on them and ultimately ended the fight. Your knuckles were a little bloody, though.

You were still angry and attempted to continue pummeling the villain, but Raph scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Woah there, firecracker.” The turtle chuckled as you struggled. “They’re down. Let’s get outta here.”

You grunted. “Lemme at ‘em! No one touches my American Snapper!”

Raph blushed as he laughed bashfully. “Aww, you tell ‘em, short stuff.”

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Mikey

There was virtually nothing that could upset you.

That’s what drew Mikey to you.

You were a person who walked away from conflict rather than engaging with it. In fact, you were almost a doormat.

But there was something that you were very prideful and protective of: mugs.

When you were younger, your parents traveled a lot. Every time they would come back, they would bring a mug with the name of the place they visited and a unique design on it.

Since you didn’t see your parents that often, you held these mugs near and dear to your heart.

When Mikey came over, he accidentally knocked over a mug off the display rack, breaking off the handle.

“Shit! Motherfucker! God—dammit, Mike!” You quickly grabbed the mug and handle off the floor.

You took a tube of super glue out of the drawer and instantly started working to reattach the broken piece.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Mikey spoke lowly, partially hiding his face in his shell.

You took a deep breath and gazed up at him. “It’s okay… it’s just… these are my parents’. I overreacted.” You held your arms out to him. “C’mere, you klutz.”

Mikey smiled as he approached you, enveloping you in a hug.

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Donnie

You and Donnie were extremely alike in the since of science.

You both loved inventing and making like simpler through technology.

You were extremely passionate when it came to this, so when an experiment or invention failed, you became extremely angry.

One time, your invention basically exploded right in front of your face. This meant that you would have to start all over because all the electronics were fried.

“Shit! Motherfucking bitch!” You swore as you threw the failed invention to the side and banged your fist against the desk.

Donnie, who was sat next to you, jumped slightly. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, it’s not fucking good! I have to redo all of this and find new materials and… ugh!” You seethed as you rested your head in your hands.

Donnie stared at you for a few seconds before going back into his supply closet and pulling out the materials you needed.

“New materials like this?” He handed you the supplies.

“That’s sweet, Don, but I’ll buy my own.”

“No, no,” Donnie urged, “I insist. I don’t like seeing you frustrated.”

You sat up and took the materials from the turtle. “Thank you…” you smiled up at him.

[all-that-tmnt-jazz]

sooo kind of a downer and if you wanna skip it i totally understand 💖 thank you for doing these !! but how do you think the bayverse turtles would react to their afab reader s/o not being able to get pregnant? like maybe they’ve been dating awhile and the boys keep mentioning how its gonna be when “they can finally start a family” and the reader has to break the news that they cant? i found out a few years back that i’ll never be able to give birth annnnd its been a process learning how to talk about it with anyone really. thank you again💙💜

Oo, this one will be interesting…

I’ve been off my posting game today- sorry fam

Warnings: Explicit mentions of infertility and diabetes

Incarnation: Bayverse.

Extra Info: Fem!Reader

Leo:

You two had been together for about six years, nearly seven

You were dating for about three years, then had an official/unofficial wedding officiated by Chief Vincent herself

You two had often talked about getting married, which led to that moment

But recently, Leo had been open about his want for children

You had held back the information that would prevent you from having children

You didn’t want to tell him

You were scared

You were still trying to wrap your head around accepting it, even though you’ve known for years

This night, Leo was thinking out loud as you two lay side-by-side in bed

“I just… Imagine it, y/n. A little creature that we would have created. I hope they’d have your personality, though. I can get a bit too aloof sometimes, and you’ve always been the one to point that out and stand up to it-”

“Leo…”

You looked at him as he quieted

He looked back at you, eyes full of love

It broke your heart

“What is it, Love?”

You looked back to the ceiling

“I’m infertile, Leo…”

You felt tension fill the room

You closed your eyes, not wanting to see what would happen

You felt him shift beside you

You felt an arm drape around your torso

“Y/n, look at me, please,” he whispered

You squeezed your eyes tighter

“Y/n, please…”

You released a long breath and opened your eyes

“How long have you known?”

You bit the inside of your cheek

“Since… Since we started dating. I was scared to tell you. I can’t even…”

You hated how you’re voice was starting to crack

“I’m struggling to accept it myself, and telling you…”

You closed your eyes again, letting out a small, pathetic whimper

Leo laid back down and pulled you to his plastron

“Me talking about it wasn’t helping, was it?”

You shook your head

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry…”

Raph:

You two have been dating for about four years

You had met him five years before, and finally started dating after months of fluttering around each other

And now, he kept talking about a future with you

You love it

You often talk about it while in his bed late at night

He always holds you close and thinks out loud

“Just picture it, Y/n. You and I… Married… I can’t believe I let myself think that sometimes, but I can’t help it when I’m lucky enough to be with you…”

You kiss him softly

“What else do you think of?” you ask

You were expecting something along the lines of ‘I can’t wait to call you my wife’

But that’s not what you got, not exactly

“I mean, I’ve always seen a future with you. You know, ‘husband and wife’ sorta deal. And like, y’know, one day maybe… Children. I’ve always imagined having our own one day…”

He seemed almost embarrassed by this, but you could sense how genuine he was being

The gentle tone in his voice gave you a pang in your chest

“Would you ever want to have children, Y/n?” he asked you

You couldn’t look at him

“I want to adopt.”

“What about having your own children, though?”

You closed your eyes

You remained silent for a while

Raph got up on his elbow and looked at you

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Did I say something wrong, or…?”

You shook your head, still unable to open your eyes to look at him

“Then, what’s wrong?”

“Raph, I…”

You took a deep breath.

“I can’t have my own children.”

There was a long pause

He was incredibly confused

“But, Y/n… What are you talking about?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him

“Raph, I’m trans.”

He became even more confused

“I fully transitioned before I met you, but… I was born a guy, Raph, and I don’t have a uterus.”

Raph looked away from you for a moment, then back at you

He smiled a bit

“So… You’re a woman?”

You beamed

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Y/n. Um… Can I kiss you?”

You pulled yourself up to him and pressed your lips against his

Once you two pulled away, he held you to his plastron

“You know, we could talk to Vincent about adopting if you want.”

Donnie:

He had always wanted children of his own

Especially after meeting

You two were newly weds after dating for two years when he brought it up

“I’ve never felt so lucky to have someone in my life. Now I get to spend it with the love of my life and our family…”

You tried to imagine your family as just you and him, and maybe a pet

But he always implied that he wanted children

It always hurt you to hear him talk about his hopes for how your children would look and act

He always hoped they would act like you because you were always honest with him

You felt guilty after hearing this

So, you sat him down

“Honey, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“I, um… Yeah.”

What a lie…

“You know I have diabetes.”

“Of course- I remember when you first told me and I made that whole meal plan to help balance your sugars.”

You smiled weakly at the memory

“Why do you bring it up? Is something getting worse?”

“No, no.”

You put your hands in your lap and looked at them for a moment

You took a deep breath

You looked at him

“I talked to my doctor.”

You saw the worry fill his expression

He was about to speak, but you stopped him

You blinked slowly, but kept eye contact

“Donnie… You keep saying you want children, and I get that, I just… It’ll kill me if I have children.”

You saw the gears click into place in his head

His expression filled with guilt

“Y/n… I… I’m sorry… I should’ve known…”

You hushed him and looked away

“You’re just excited-”

“But I know the risks, and yet I thought selfishly.”

“Donnie, listen to me. It’s not your fault I inherited diabetes. It’s not your fault I can’t have children.”

“But it’s my fault I kept bringing it up.”

You stood and held him close to you.

“It’s okay. We can figure this out.”

Mikey:

You had been dating for only a few months when the topic of becoming a family started conversations

He always lit up when he talked about Little Mikeys and Little Y/ns running around

And honestly, you did, too

Until you were having a conversation with your mother about your family tree

She told you that your aunts were all infertile, and that- out of her sisters- your mother was the only one who was able to have children

All of her sisters were infertile

She was afraid the gene skipped her and passed to you

You didn’t tell this to Mikey, of course

You didn’t want to worry him

But he, being a total empath, immediately noticed something was off

You just told him you were going to be going to the doctor to get some stuff checked out

Which wasn’t a lie

It was just… a half-truth.

So, a few days later, you found yourself in your doctor’s office explaining the situation

After you left, you went to your apartment instead of the Lair

You felt like you needed to be alone with a pint of ice cream

You felt bad for ignoring Mikey’s calls, but you didn’t have the emotional strength to face him right now

But what does he do? 

He comes to your apartment

“Angel! What happened?! You’ve had me worried sick!”

He engulfs you in a hug, careful not to smush your credit cream

When he lets go, he borrows your spoon and takes some ice cream 

You chuckle dryly

He sits next to you, suddenly much more serious than he usually is

“Talk to me, Y/n.”

You take a deep breath, wanting to disappear into your couch

“I’m…”

You can’t prevent tears from following

“Angel cakes, come here…”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you next to him 

“I’m infertile, Mike…” you manage to whisper 

“What?”

“I’m infertile. I can’t get pregnant…”

He nods slowly, processing the information

It clicks, and he gasps slightly

Your cries turned into sobs

He moves the ice cream away and holds you impossibly closer

“I love you, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere…”

[molzies-fanfics]

Whoops

A/N: I’ve never actually broken anything so I hope this is somewhat accurate, also anon I’m really sorry I didn’t respond earlier but I hope you healed up well!

Parkour had been a hobby once upon a time, but you had started posting videos on the internet, gaining followers over the past couple of years which led to earning a lot of money. So this basically became your job, but wasn’t it everybody’s dream to enjoy what they did for a living?

 Although one day you were so caught up in your twists and flips from one surface to the next you didn’t notice that someone had spilt something…

 Waking up in the hospital was a nice surprise, a bump on the head and a broken leg was the more nasty one. God…you had no idea how your boyfriend was going to react.

Leo was an incredibly loving and careful boyfriend, sometimes you couldn’t picture your life without him…but right now? You really didn’t want him to come over and see the epic blunder you had gotten yourself into.

 He had texted about an hour ago, saying he would drop in when he would get the chance during patrol. It wasn’t like you could just say no! If you said no that would raise suspicions, leading to him coming over anyway. It wasn’t like Leo didn’t trust you, he just got concerned over whether you were getting kidnapped or not.

 Letting out a massive sigh, you sat up to try and reach for the tv remote, but moving resulted in tugging the skin trapped under your cast causing you to hiss in pain. “Y/N?” hearing a familiar voice, you whipped your head around meeting the bluest eyes you ever did see. “Hey Leo…” you tried to sound casual, failing miserably as his gaze focused on the dark blue cast. “Oh my god, Y/N what happened?” he questioned as he rushed to your side, cupping your face in his hands.

 “Well I was doing some parkour today and…I slipped.” You winced at the recollection. “Oh love, I’m so sorry. Do you need anything?” you were surprised in the change of conversation, originally thinking he was going to scold you for being so reckless, but you saw the concern etched into his features and knew he was being serious.

 “The TV remote and some water would be great?” you wondered if you were doing the right thing, taking advantage of this opportunity. “Of course.” He smiled before handing you the remote. With the TV flickering to life, you turned back to him. “I thought you would be mad.” You almost whispered to yourself. “I am a little bit. It’s just…my need to take care of you kinda overrules that.” Leo chuckled to himself as returned with your water.

 “Oh…well thanks.” You showed a weak smile before gulping down the glass. “Woah, slow down. You don’t want hiccups as well do you?” he laughed. You attempted to gulp down the lump in your throat as well. “I just realized…I won’t be able to work for so long now.” You gasped. “Love, you need time to heal, and that’s better than irritating the wound and starting all over again…isn’t it?” Leonardo rubbed circles into your shoulder. “I guess so.” You spoke into your glass.

 Leaning over to give your forehead a kiss, Leonardo leant his head against yours, staring into your eyes. “I’m here for you.”

Raph had squeezed through your window without even letting you know he was coming. You couldn’t decide whether it was nice of him to surprise you or inconsiderate if he scared you. But you knew this time it was you who was going to give him a shock. The red banded turtle lumbered through your living room before spotting you on the couch.

 “Hey…babe?” his tone changed as he spotted the cast trapping your leg. “Hi Raphie.” You greeted pathetically. “What the hell happened? Who did this to you?” he didn’t move as his temper soared, his features expressing a mix of pain, anger and regret. “No one did this to me! Well…unless you count myself.” You chuckled sadly. “…what?” he whispered.

 Shutting your eyes tight, you didn’t want to see the look on his face when you told him. “I hurt myself today whilst filming. I wasn’t looking where I was going, there was some water…I slipped.” You sighed, preparing for the worst. Expecting him to yell, stomp about, reminding you what you had done and how he would continue to until it was drilled into your mind how dangerous your job really was. Maybe even tell you not to go back to it…

 “Idiot.”

Surprised at the emotion in his voice, you opened your eyes to glance over your boyfriend. “What?” mumbling almost to yourself. “I said you’re an idiot. You should be more careful.” He almost smiled. Instead he sat down on the couch, bicep brushing against your uninjured foot. “I-I’ll keep that in mind.” You stumbled “You’re not mad?”

 “How can I? You’ve received the brunt of your mistake anyway, I don’t want to add to that.” He gave you a sad smile whilst rubbing your leg affectionately. “Aw…thanks Raphie.” you whimpered, still a bit emotional from a stressful day and Raph just had to go and be a sweetheart. “Oh hey…don’t cry.” He got up to move closer to you, shuffling himself under your back so you could cuddle.

 “Sorry…it’s just been a long day and I wasn’t expecting you to be so nice to me. My mom yelled at me so much today, complaining about how much the hospital would cost me especially since I won’t be able to go back to work now and earn the money back” you started to sob into his chest. “Shush, babe, everything will be alright. And if thing’s get tough around here you’re always welcome to come crash with us.” Raph suggested thoughtfully.

 “Your…your brothers won’t mind?” you sniffled, completely bypassing the thought that your boyfriend had practically asked you to move in with him, despite it being purely for your benefit. “Hell no, you’re family Y/N.”

 You ended up launching yourself at him then, ignoring the pain in your leg from the sudden movement as you latched your lips onto Raph’s.

 “You are so sweet, y’know that?”

 “It happens.” He chuckled.

Donnie was practically a doctor himself, so when you broke your leg and only found out when you woke up in hospital, you knew he was gonna be pissed. Not by the fact that you broke it in the first place, but maybe because you didn’t come to him about it. Face it, it would’ve been difficult to get to him with a broken leg but at least it would’ve been free and you would’ve been able to see your boyfriend in this difficult situation.

 Walking on crutches back to your apartment only to find out the elevator was out of order was a treat though. The cherry on top of this whole mess. After spending a whole hour, yes an HOUR, climbing the stairs with your cast on, you opened your door to be greeted by none other than Donatello.

 “There you are dove! I was starting to get…worried.” He was excited to see you before his eyes fell to your cast. Feeling way too tired for this, you were hoping he wasn’t about to start an argument. Closing the door before anyone in the hallway could see him, you turned around only to be met with a hug. Which was kind of difficult seeing as Donnie was six foot six.

 “What happened? Are you okay? Well, clearly not you’ve broken your leg! Do you need anything? Water? Hot water bottle? Do you need me to help scratch your leg? I’ve heard casts can be super scratchy.” Your boyfriend started to ramble. “Donnie! I’m fine, I just need to sit down. The elevator was out of order so I had to use the stairs.” You explained briefly before hobbling over to the couch. That was before Donnie scooped you up bridal style of course.

 “Let me take care of you.” He smiled warmly. You were too exhausted to say anything but “Okay.” Laying you down on the sofa, Donnie got you some snacks, blankets and put your favorite movie on. Curling up into his arms you realized how truly grateful you were to have a boyfriend like Donatello. Kissing him on the cheek, you gave him an exhausted grin, staring into his emerald orbs before placing your head in the crook of his neck.

 “I’m here for you always dove.”

 “Thank you Donatello.”

You couldn’t lie to Mikey, you couldn’t even keep a secret from him. His face was like a magnet for your affection, and that included being truthful. Which meant you had to tell him that you broke your leg and that was why you had to cancel your date. So, when you texted him without saying why, he immediately asked if he could come over instead. Knowing it was better to go this over with sooner rather than later, you said it was okay.

 Dreading the minutes in between the text and when he arrived, you sat there trying to get comfortable with, what felt like, an over sized cast. It was like slow torture on a mental and physical plane…which sucked. All you knew was that Mikey would be upset when he had seen what had happened, but he wouldn’t be angry…would he? You’ve never seen Mikey angry before, but that doesn’t mean he never had been angry. Anxiety started to build up in your chest, today had been challenging enough.

“Hey sweet cheeks! Sorry I took so long, want to pick up some pizza!” He chirped as he stumbled into your living room, leaving the window open. A draft picked up, causing you to shiver. As if sensing it, Mike picked up the nearest blanket, came over and wrapped you up in it. He then sat down next to you, completely ignoring your cast set on the pillow next to him, and took a slice out of the box.

“So how was your day?” He beamed. Sunlight was basically coming out of his cheeks at this point. “Uh…kinda horrible?” you chuckled to yourself, starting to find it funny that he hadn’t noticed yet. “Oh no, how come?” he then rubbed your leg. You gave him a look before gesturing to where his hand lay, looking down Mike finally put two and two together.

“Oh my god! What did you do?!”

“HAHAHA, I love you Mike.”

[moonlightflower21]

Hey hon. How are you lately? I’m doing ok. Trying not to let the situation get to me buuuuut I am only human. Can we get a scenario where the boys are playing a board game, Mikey hints that Raph cheats but that in turns upsets Raph and this them running around the lair, Donnie reminding Leo of the rules but, Mikey tripping and landing on the coffee table? All the while y/n recorded it on the cell phone? A week later Casey teases them on it with Raph chasing Mikey again?

hey doll, i'm doing okay. just life being life. hope you're well. if you wanna talk, you can always hmu <3 and this is so cute 😍 i wanted to do uno since i love that game so much (and i don't know much board games lol)

"no leo, you're supposed to either pick a card that has this number on it..." donnie pointed to the card on the pile and then focused his attention back to leo who looked at him bored.

"another plus four??" mikey groaned at his older brother, huffing as he picked up the cards. "yeah, so?" raph smirked, eyeing his you get brother with a look.

"raph bro, you're cheating!! see! you're so close to the pile of cards!" mikey grumbled, snatching the cards away from him.

"or pick a colour that is the same. you put down a wrong card" donnie adjusted his glasses, shaking him by placing a are down of his own. "you go" "i'm not a kid donnie. so i made one mistake, big whoop!" leo called out sarcastically.

"leo!!! tell raph to stop cheating!" mikey yelled, his baby blue eyes narrowing at raph who's patience was wearing very thin. "for tha last time mikey, i ain't cheating!" he growled, the cards in his hands tightening.

"that vein has popping out of his neck.... see ya later dudes!" mikey jumped up in a haze and scooted out of the room with an angry raph hot on his tail. "donnie! stop explaining the rules! i got it the first time" leo whined, glaring at the genius.

"well you clearly don't since you keep placing down the wrong cards! it's really not that hard" donnie huffed, picking up another card and flicking it at leo who froze, jaw clenching tightly. donnie chuckled nervously, fidgeting with his bo staff.

"oh i think i hear something calling me in the lab. i'll go check up on raph and mike" donnie rushed out of the living room, with leo steaming at his brothers. he stood to get a drink to calm his nerves and you three watched him in amusement.

"this happens every time" april laughed, placing down her set of cards and looking at you and casey.

"yep. these guys can't play without splinter there. otherwise this mess happens" casey took a sip of his drink and you giggled, ending the video.

"well-" "help me!" mikey squeaked out, rushing back in with an even more peeved raph trying to grab ahold of the youngest turtle.

"guys calm down!" "tell 'im to stop accusin' me!" raph glared at mikey and before anyone could react, mikey lost his footing and slammed into the table.

"ouch...." he yelped, clutching his foot. "this happens every time..." april sighed, looking at the brothers.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

A Year Without - Part Six

Warnings: Some smut 

The red brute lay unmoving on the grey linoleum floor in an unnatural position a few inches from you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. The horror of the moment replays in your head over and over, Raphael’s large green eyes gawking at his brother as he succumbs to the darkness. You try to rip yourself from Leo’s iron grip but failed miserably only managing to amuse him.

“That was rather easy.” He growled seductively into your ear twisting both your arms behind you painfully to clasp metal cuffs around your wrists. “I think this tactic will be useful in the apprehension of the last two.”

You could tell he was addressing the kunoichi who was still glowering at you while a medic reached her side assisting her with the oozing injury. Her bloody hand was peeled away and a new rush of crimson poured from her side. “Very well, she can keep her life for now.” Stepping into your space her bloody hand took your chin and leaned in close. “I’ll repay you for that you little cunt, with blood and in flesh.”

With an improper snarl you dug deep and spit right in her face, “Fuck you, you sadistic bitch!”

Turning just slightly Karai grimaced as your saliva connected with her porcelain skin with an indignant smack.  The room fell silent as she wiped the thick wet deposit from her cheek and the laughter that followed did not bode well with you living past the night. The green swirling abyss that was Karai’s tormented gaze found yours and as if nothing had just transpired she gave you the most sickeningly sweet smile she could produce.

Then before you had even registered she had moved Karai swung the same hand that had collected your spit and collided with your cheek in brutal precision. The resounding crack from her blow echoed within the spacious room and produced stars in your line of vision.

It took a minute for you vision to return completely but as it came back into focus an over sized gurney rolled in accompanied by eight large burly men, their sights set on the comatose brute lying at your feet. You tried again, twisting and turning but Leo held fast, they were going to take Raphael and do what they did to Leo.

“One down, two more to go.” Karai cooed to Leonardo brushing her fingers delicately over the scaled skin of his cheek. “Take her with you as an insurance policy. They will come willingly with just your presence alone but with her life in peril that will seal the deal. I don’t want any more delays. I want those other two captured within the hour, is that understood?”

“Yes mistress, I won’t disappoint you.” With a hard shove you stumbled to keep up with Leonardo’s long legs as he ushered you down the hallway away from the helpless body of Raphael.  You craned your neck just in time to see all eight of the men struggle to lift Raphael’s limp body up onto the gurney and began to wheel him from the scene.

This was all your fault, if you hadn’t went up on that roof you wouldn’t be in this predicament, Raphael wouldn’t currently be carted off to get his mind wiped and Donnie and Mikey wouldn’t be in big trouble.

Leo could sense your inner turmoil and chuckled as he drug you along, “All of this wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for you. Now Karai will have all of the experiments back in her possession.” His fingers dug viciously into the muscles of your biceps eliciting a yelp of pain.  

It didn’t take long to locate the other two terrapins; a ruckus had been reported in the central hub of the compound followed by an obscene amount of unmanly screaming. You could hear Mikey laughing in the background while the men hollered for back up through their coms.

Stopping abruptly Leo pressed your front to the wall and felt his plastron press into the back of you. After some shuffling behind you a cloth was forced between your teeth and tied tightly behind your head rendering you virtually voiceless. “We wouldn’t want you to spoil the fun, now would we.” Just as quick you were spun around to face the ex leader and grey eyes sized you up and down gripping the front of your pants with his green three fingered hand. “You look so good like this, bound, gagged and fear rolling off you in waves. It is intoxicating!”

You had to warn Don and Mike, you had to find them before Leo could get his hands on them. They didn’t know what had happened to him, they didn’t know he was working for Karai. Your knee came up swiftly intended for the soft parts between Leo’s legs but the ninjutsu master had anticipated the move and blocked the attack. “Uh uh uh, that’s not very nice; I’m going to need that for later. Someone needs to be taught some manners. Unfortunately, now is not the time, I have duties to fulfill.”  With a shove he started you walking again and his hands returned to you biceps gripping them with authority.

The small force that followed Leonardo prepared for the fight ahead loading their tranquilizer guns. Already you could hear the fight coming from just beyond the next bend and when you took the corner Donnie and Mikey came into view finishing off the last two soldiers.

With a final swing of Mikey’s nunchaku the last man fell and the two terrapins turned to face the new threat. Their once smug smiles contorted from shock, happiness to horror.

“Leo?” Donnie called hesitantly holding out his hand, “What’s going on? Where have you been?”  

Leo didn’t respond but slowly pulled a katana from its sheath.

Mikey watched in disbelief as his eldest brother slid the blade to your neck pushing it against your carotid, “Leo? Brah w-what are you doing?”

You watched the youngest of the four brothers tighten the grip on his weapons, unsure of the situation. Stepping closer to Donnie, the orange banded turtle narrowed his eyes on you watching the tears spilling from your eyes and knew something was definitely amiss.

A muffled gasp against the wet fabric edged between your teeth was heard when the blade of Leonardo’s katana tilted digging into your throat.

“Drop the weapons boys or this one gets a brand new smile.”

The crackle of electricity snapped in the empty space of the hallway as Donnie activated his weapon. “What did they do to you? This isn’t you Leo; you would never hurt Y/N.”

“Donatello is it?” Leo snarled next to you. “I heard you’re the smart one, so why don’t you live up to your name and put the weapons down so this can go smoothly and without any bloodshed?”

“Not gonna happen, let her go.”  

“Have it your way, if she means nothing to you, then she is no longer of use to us.” Leo took his eyes off of the two mutants several feet ahead and adjusted his grip on the hilt of his weapon and began to drag it over your flesh.

The pain was gradual as he added more and more pressure. His blade was so sharp you could have sworn you felt the metal separate your molecules one by one. Then the all too familiar warmth of blood began to pour from the severed flesh adding to the already coagulated layer coating your collar bone. You whined pitifully through your gag unable to hold back the urge to scream, it fucking hurt and the pain was enhanced by the notion your loved one was the one inflicting this pain.

As the blood seeped down your throat and your muffled cries reverberated off the walls of the confined space, Donnie and Mikey held their hands up, “Ok ok just stop!” Donnie reluctantly switched off his bo staff and threw it towards Leo. “Mikey.” Donnie’s voice was firm and Mikey hesitated for only a second eyeing his weapons before he obeyed tossing them along side Donnie’s bo.

When they were unarmed the solders raised their guns and fired upon the two brothers pumping them full of tranquilizers. You screamed as the two turtles grasped for the darts in vain and toppled over falling quickly into slumber. The sight of their bodies slowly stop twitching as the drug took hold broke your heart. Leo allowed you to kick free falling to your knees screaming as you watched Mikey’s blue eyes flutter close.

“Give her a dose.”

The sharp sting came next and the drugs swarmed your senses making you nauseous and light headed. The hallway spun and your body gave out falling to your back. His piercing grey eyes were the last thing you saw closing in as he reached down to collect you.

*****

The darkness gradually broke, filtering in light and sound as your brain awoke from your drug induced catnap. As you slowly came to you noticed something was off, you were cold and your mind started to realize you lacked the feeling of being clothed. Your wrists and legs were bound again but the weight of gravity pulling you down was missing. Then the sudden realization hit you like a freight train, you were on your back.

Your eyes snapped open and immediately sought your body finding the only remaining pieces of clothing you wore were your underwear and bra. Your arms were above you head and your legs spread wide tied at the corners of the table you were restrained too. Dread ripped through you and your heart started to race uncontrollably, nothing good could come of this.

The sound of metal clinking to your far left caught your attention momentarily distracting your from your current situation. Turning your head to meet the sound you tensed at the sight, there on the wall hung Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello divested of their gear, shackled to the wall. Each one was still blissfully unaware of their dilemma still sunk deep into the void of unconsciousness.

“This is not good, this is not good.” You chanted to yourself tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“W-wha….where…..fuckin shell.”

Of course the brute woke up first, “Raph?”

“Y/N, what’s going on and why are you in just your fucking underwear?”

Now that you were no longer alone the gravity of the situation hit you and hit you hard. Your body started to tremble and your voice broke as you spoke, “R-raph, I’m scared.”

“I know honey; I won’t let anyone hurt ya. Can ya tell me what’s going on? Why was Leo holding you for Karai to filet?”

“They fucked him up Raph; as soon as they had him they shipped him to Japan first so we couldn’t find him and they made him believe we were all dead with some photo shopped bullshit. I saw it and if I didn’t know you were alive myself I would have believed them. They took pictures of us and put them together making it look like we had been slaughtered. She made me watch them Raph, watch the videos of them breaking him, beating him. And then they sent him to some doctor named Dr. Langston who did the rest. He’s not himself right now, he’s brain washed and they’re gonna do the same to the rest of you.”

“They ain’t gonna do shit to me, Donnie or Mikey and we’re gonna get Leo back. I promise you that!”

“Did anyone get the license plate of that bus?” Mikey’s groggy voice sounded in the small room.

The genius groaned softly adjusting himself in his shackles, “This was not part of the plan. Did anyone else put getting captured somewhere in the plan, cause I sure didn’t.” another shift of his large body and you heard the genius growl uncharacteristically. “Why do they have you practically naked?”  You had never heard him sound so angry, so……dangerous.

“Guys?” Mikey started, “I have a bad feeling about this, where did Leo go?”

Raphael quickly filed in his two brothers on what you had told him. With each revelation their mouths hung further open and the shock was enough to keep the two youngest quiet for a few moments and then Donnie’s voice filled the uncomfortable void of silence. “I need to find out how they altered his brain, was it chemical or physiological we have to get them to tell us how. I won’t be able to bring him back if we don’t.”

Just then the door swung open slamming hard against the wall startling all four of you. Lurking in the door way stood Karai dressed in a simple black dress hitting just above the knees and three inch black heels.

She ignored you on the table her eyes drinking in her three new trophies hanging from the wall. “I am so pleased. Look at you three, so unique, highly trained and exquisitely muscled power houses.” She left the doorway; her heals clicking against the cement floor as she approached Raphael first. “You, I am most excited about, of course after Leonardo that is. Leo was my first choice.”

“Where is he?! Where’s our brother?!” Donnie demanded trying to yank the metal shackles free of the wall with his heightened strength.

With arrogance etched in her features she ignored Donatello questions and looked up at the impressive mutant glaring daggers at her. Karai’s slender fingers skimmed over the top of his plastron and slid down tracing the long divots of his weathered plates. “I’ve experienced Leonardo’s sexual prowess, endured the decadent stretch as he filled me to the brim. His stamina leaves me a blubbering mess unable to move for at least an hour each and every time. But seeing the sheer size of you Raphael makes me dripping wet with anticipation. I can only imagine you’re larger than the rest of your brothers.” Her wandering fingers dipped below his waist band in search of something to grasp and when the red brute gasped wide eyed you knew the kunoichi had found what she was looking for.

“Stop.” Your voice was unsteady uncertain if the scene enfolding a few feet in front of you was actually happening.

Never had anyone else but himself touch that part of his body, not even Donnie, their family physician. Raphael couldn’t help close his eyes growling at the feeling of a woman’s hands wrap around his rapidly swelling girth.

The guttural sounds that emanated from his chest gave your body chills. Then the scent hit you, a musk that was unmistakably Raph.

“My god.” Karai’s voice was a trembling mess as she tuned to face the massive turtle further concentrating her whole self on the beast. From the movement under his pants it was apparent she was pumping Raph to full mass and from the sounds he was making he couldn’t help enjoy the unwanted attention.

“S-stop.” Raphael hissed as she worked him harder. He was trying to resist the overpowering pleasure of it  but being an alpha male having his first sexual experience he was having trouble making his treacherous body obey his commands. “Get your hands off m-me you fuck—fucking bitch. Oh fuck..”  

Karai leaned up on her tippy toes bringing her ruby red lips to the struggling turtle’s face, “Your lips may be saying ‘NO’ Raphael, but the impressive rod of flesh in my hand says otherwise.” A quick movement of her hand made Raphael yelp rocking his hips into her hands. “I simply cannot wait to have you inside of me fucking me, ruining me with this giant cock of yours.”

“Get your hands off of him!” you could see Raph’s eyes hooded with lust and the over powering aroma of his arousal was beginning to affect you.

Your scream seemed to break the spell surrounding Karai’s and her unwilling prey, her head snapped around glaring at you with hatred swirling in her green iris’s. Her anger quickly quelled and a smile replaced the frown which only petrified you more.

“Thank you my dear, you made me forget the order of things. You are alive for one reason right now and one reason alone. I must break them first before Dr. Langston can work on them. Then I can have them and you are a pivotal part of that plan. But I am finding it  a little hard not to sample to goods before I get to bring them home.” Freeing her hand from Raphael’s tented pants she leaned back up kissing his cheek leaving a ruby red print on his green skin. “I’ll be back for you in a little bit Raphael, but I want you to witness something first.”

Taking a shuttering breath Raph tried to regain his composer trying desperately to ignore his screaming cock begging for sweet contact again. “You keep your fucking hands off of her. If you hurt her I’ll make you a pin cushion with my sai!”  

“Such big words from someone who’s at my mercy Raphael and who said I was going to hurt her?” Karai crossed the room to you and her hands rose clapping. “I need all of your emotions out of whack for this to work.”

Then another large body entered the room and the space erupted into chaos as all three of the bound brothers called for their eldest brother. Their pleas went unheard as their ex leader crossed the room his attention trained in on the two woman in the room.

You didn’t hear the three brother’s words just muffled yells; the only thing you could concentrate on was Karai and Leonard stalking you from across the room.  Her fingers found the flesh of your thighs roaming up and down of your uncovered skin. The look in Leonardo’s eyes started the uncontrolled heat rushing to the apex of your thighs, it was animalistic and frightening like he was about to consume you whole.

Karai skirted Leo reaching your spread legs before he could, bending at the waist placing small tender kisses to your bare midriff. A wicked grin spread over her beautiful features as she edged lower to her intended prize. “Y/N have you ever had a threesome before while being watched?”

Part Five

 @southernblossoms @imthegreenfairy88 @blossom-skies @moonlightflower21 @naturigurl @midnightrebel669

[chickenscript]

early winter (rottmnt x reader)

A/N: it was snowing so much the other day here in nyc and this was my immediate thought. also, i ate shit on the slush. my headphones flew off and everything- i felt like a real mess. what's worse is my borough is one of the last ones to be cleared of snow, so every year i have that to look forward to during real storms

"Holt shit guys- did you see how much snow there is out there? Jack Frost is going' for it this year- it's not even December yet!" you bustle into the lair with ruddy cheeks and ear tips.

Your tousled hair is full of melting, fat snowflakes and there's some on your lashes that you blink away.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen snow in November, so it was a surprise to you as school let out and all you could see was a fog of snow. 

It didn’t bother you so much, until you had a change of plans after an urgent call from Donatello. You'd just got home and didn’t have time to slip into something thicker, so you had to rush to the lair as you were. That really just meant your toes and fingers were freezing, and your calves and thighs were chaffing, but hey, the snow looked cool. And you were pretty sure you didn’t have frostbite.

Your face shifts when you see the brothers glaring weakly at you from under a fortress of quilts and linen. There's a number of new space heaters you helped them get dotted around too, but the mega sized heating lamp set up over their indoor basking spot was dead. That was bad because they didn't have central heating- it just wasn't something Donatello could hook up with all the open space in the way. The least he could do was make sure there was a ton of heaters and heating lamps strategically placed around their home. 

Lucky thing was that the lair was mostly room temperature, or grossly muggy, year round.

Except during the cold season- which wasn't good at all for turtles. Even ones that were part human.

"Oh yeah. Sorry." 

When it go seriously cold, there was never a time when you felt like you could walk around this place without more than one layer on and a fuzzy pair of socks so you don't have to plod around barefoot on the chilled floor. The brothers bundled up thrice that and were pretty immobile most of the time, struggling to regulate their body temperature.

You've come bearing another space heater tucked under an arm - it was hell to carry-, a stuffed duffel bag and an assorted order of Dunkin Donuts drinks. Your bag was filled with what Donnie told you to bring, including a mix of old heating pads and ones you bought at Duane Reade twenty minutes ago.

It was a busy hustle to the lair for you.

You waddled over to the turtles to set down your haul so you could peel off your coat. You go on to rummage around your bag, unraveling a couple extensions cords and a surge protector you added in as an afterthought. Donatello tended to burn through the ones he got his hands on, and more than once you found yourself in a Walgreens in the middle of the night getting more and wondering when he would blow out the power grid again.

After placing the space heater somewhere without one, you ask Donnie if he has any spare cords for the last heating pad. There wasn’t anymore slots available on the surge protector you hooked up.

He looks like he’s sneering, but you can’t tell. It was like a groggy leer as he acknowledged you, a heating pad clutched to his plastron.

"Over by the laptop charger; the one Leo's electric scooter is plugged into."

"Ey! That needs to charge." Leo whined from the other side of the Raph shaped lump under the blankets.

Raphael curled up and went to sleep shortly after you toddled in. The cold had him the most lethargic.

Donnie clicks his teeth, shifting in the hold of his blanket so he doesn’t look so much like an old, hooded crone anymore, "Like you're gonna ride it in the middle of a damn snowstorm."

You go off for the cord while they bicker and finish up. You have to stand on the Raph lump so you can screw in the twenty or so light bulbs that their lamp needs.

Your arms are stiff when you finally get to flip the lamp on and you notice the brothers are more tightly packed together, all beginning to doze off. Before they can, you hurry back to the drinks you left near your bag.

"Lee, here." you crouch in front of Leonardo.

Leo blinks awake and eagerly takes the cup into his hands, murring at its warmth as he brings it to his lips.

You kiss his forehead and repeat this with the other, still conscious brothers and put the last drink on a counter in the kitchenette area for Raphael to get at later.

You're in the middle of pulling your damp jacket back on when Mikey calls you, all swathed in a blanket like it’s a cloak.

"Can't you stay for a little while?" he pouts with big, sleepy eyes.

You wanna say no because you had homework you should really do but...

hell, what's a little more time with your best friends?

"Okay. But just like, twenty more minutes Mike."

You find a seat between Donnie and Mikey, and Mikey cuddles into you right away. Throwing his blanket over you so he can get closer to your body heat. You're reflexively worried about how he's still shivering despite all that was here to keep him warm, but then Donnie nudges you.

"Just give the lamp some time to kick in. We're all still kind of cold since it's been off for half the day." he sips his decaf latte and leans most of his weight into your side.

You drape part of your shared blanket over Donnie too to maximize the toasty energy between all of you.

"You should've been on top of those bulbs Don. What if things got really bad for you because you didn’t know they needed changing?" you hold Mikey tighter, brushing your lips against his crown and earning a cute little chirrup, "Like point of no return bad..."

There’s a brief silence and Donnie chastely pecks the side of your head.

"We're fine. That's it. We're fine. I’ll whip up a program to monitor the stats on everything so I can manage them better and make sure there’s not a next time." the turtle swishes the leftover sludge from his drink, undoing the knot of his mask with his other hand.

No one was really geared up today and you were surprised they had their masks on at all.

You look down at Mikey who's drank all his hot cocoa and was out cold against you. He’s softly snoring with whipped cream smeared on the corner of his mouth that you swab away with your thumb. You put your chin over the top of his head and take the empty cup still dangling in his hand.

"Alright Dee."

You almost feel like taking a nap yourself. But your socks and the knees of your pants were wet, so there was no getting that comfortable for you.

"So," Donnie all but drawls and you regret looking at him. He’s got an evil kind of smile on. 

"about that tumble-"

You bury your head under the blanket and feel him chuckle.

The image of when you slipped in the snow while checking in with Donatello over the phone burned in your mind.

"Shut up Don." 

You didn't wanna talk about it. 

[brightlotusmoon]

Ancient One, you jerk

Guess what I found randomly going through my word document folders? A scene from Chapter Five of ‘The Brightest Fire’ that I had forgotten about. 

Tagging @silexwitch @mysillylittlesoapbox @ulisabarbic-blog @tmntblog42 g@fire-fira @valpoet @its-sugar-n-spice @diploglottis who have been helping me with ideas for various fics.

****

Energy ripped through the air, and the portal Splinter had opened shimmered white, slowly becoming clear to reveal the Ancient One standing on a hill, arms folded.

“Well?” he said.

“You know why I’ve called you,” the rat said, chin raised.

“You’ve been crying,” the small man commented dryly.

“It has been a tumultuous time.” Splinter’s voice was hoarse.

The Ancient One raised an eyebrow. His dark eyes swept over the turtles and narrowed. “What’s he done?”

Raphael’s head snapped up. “Nothin’ you should know about, you liar!”

“Raph,” Donnie hissed.

But Michelangelo stepped forward, nearly touching the edges of the portal, and his face was pure calm. “I woke up,” he said hoarsely. “I woke up with things in my brain, lies in my ears. What…what gave you the right to decide I had to be shut down like that? Why didn’t you say anything during our time back with the Tribunal when we were fighting Tengu Shredder? When we…when we turned into dragons?”

The Ancient One blinked. “Dragons weren’t enough for you?”

Behind Mikey, three sets of green fists clenched.

Mikey took a very deep breath. “Don’t do that. You should know better.”

A shrug. “Yes. All right. You have no idea anyway.”

“If he keeps being cryptic and insulting,” Donnie whispered, “I’ll punch him.”

The Ancient One giggled. “I heard that.” He clasped his hands and sighed. “All right. But you won’t like it.”

“We already don’t like it,” Michelangelo murmured.

The old man grinned, teeth shiny. “Which alternate reality would you like to see first? The one where you, and your brothers, dominate the world? The one where you nearly kill all your brothers in a friendly sibling rivalry?” He leaned forward. “The one where Raphael literally loses his mind and his self because of a psychic blast gone wrong?”

Michelangelo swallowed and lost all color. He started to tremble. Raph surged forward and wrapped his arms around Mikey, drawing him in close to his side. “Don’t listen to that shit, it’s prob’ly more lies. You would never do those things.”

The Ancient One laughed. “Maybe not now, not here. But you wanted the truth, little kumquats. There are plenty of other worlds, other times, other futures, other pasts. You could do anything. Anything could happen. You could all be dead.” His dark eyes glittered, again scanning them all. Donatello stiffened and shivered. He came up to Mikey’s other side and grasped his hand.

Michelangelo glanced at him, and then held his gaze, the gold rings around his eyes bright and glimmering. -Sorry, Donnie. He’s got a point.-

Donnie just blinked, slowly like a cat, his thoughts made of logic and steel and storms. -No. He does not. You have us, you’ll be okay.-

Leonardo stepped forward, one arm moving across Michelangelo’s plastron protectively, palm pressing against his rib cage until their pulses fell into a rhythm. “Ancient One, you showed me the deepest depths of myself when I could not see anything. You helped me overcome my own deep insecurities and terrors by making me face myself at my lowest point, forcing me to realize that there truly was nothing I could have done beyond everything I’d had to save my family, my world. I am forever grateful. But this is not the same thing, these are not even similar circumstances. My youngest brother is in a world of great pain that was caused by your actions a long time ago. My father, my sensei, has carried the weight of guilt for over a decade because of what you told him. He honestly believed he was doing ultimately right by us. We realize now that’s not true and we’re hurting for it. Can’t you at least explain your motivations?”

Sighing, the rotund small man spread his hands. “If that’s really what you wish, young turtles. But truly, it is best if I actually show you the consequences of Michelangelo’s bright fire burning too soon. I’m not sure you’ll really understand exactly what I mean when I say it was only the best for him that I douse his flame so young.”

*****

And a later scene!

….

****

They were ignoring the Ancient One and his portal at this point, desperately intent on calming their terrified youngest.

The edges of the portal shimmered and expanded. It was not the Ancient One making it happen.

“Stop telling me to calm down! ” Michelangelo had his hands out, palms forward, his body surrounded by an amber glow. “That wouldn’t calm me down! Why do people think that works?”

“Well, nothing else has!” Raphael snapped.

“No!” And Mikey pointed at him fiercely. “You don’t touch me, Raph, you stay back, get away from me, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You idiot,” Raph growled, “you know that would never happen.”

“We just saw it! On that… that other reality… vision… thing… ” Michelangelo hiccuped.

“Exactly, alternate reality, not this one, Mikey! We ain’t dead, and you never psychically lobotomized me, and you never killed Splinter, and you won’t do any of that and we all know it cuz-”

“But I did!”

Mike’s sob of anguish rang through the dojo and they all paused.

“I… I did kill Master Splinter,” and Mikey slumped against the wall, gulping.

Splinter frowned. “When was this?”

Michelangelo whimpered. “Ultimate Drako,” he whispered.

“Oh, god.” Donatello went pale and stumbled forward. “Mikey, you said… you said yours was a superhero dimension.”

Mikey looked at him with tears spilling down his face. He looked hard at Splinter. “It was. But I never told you who the villain was. And I led the charge against him.”

He began to shake and Donnie grabbed him and held tight, breathing hard.Leo and Raph swallowed.

Splinter inhaled sharply. As if there hadn’t been enough past trauma. “My son, how could I, any version of myself, turn against my own children?”

And hesitantly, fingers digging into Don’s arms, Mikey told them and even the Ancient One was gravely silent.

“… and he was still our sensei, even though he was Sliver. And I killed him. I blew him up. I killed our father. I murdered my dad.”

Donnie tightened his grip even more, hissing. “No, Mikey, no, that wasn’t him. It wasn’t us. You didn’t kill Dad.”

Michelangelo drew in a deep breath, and smiled softly, and his fingers brushed Donnie’s cheek. “Just like you didn’t watch our future selves get killed because of a plan you came up with, right?”

Donatello’s head snapped back and Raph’s choked snarl echoed.

Mikey just smiled grimly. “It still happened, you know. It all happened. Somewhere. It’s all happening, guys. I am a murderer. And I…I c-can’t…”

He struggled to twist away, crying harder. Donnie growled and held him so tightly Mikey flinched. All those years of being a mechanic had given Donatello an impossibly powerful grip.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed. “We can get through this. You’re not alone. I’m not alone, I know that now. We can make sure none of those worlds happen for us. Nobody dies, Mikey. Not Splinter, not Raph, not anyone.”

More arms surrounded them as the older brothers made similar promises.

Splinter turned to the portal and gave a single nod to The Ancient One, who nodded back.

****

[thenixkat]

Casey Jones 2003 profile

(from the official website using the Wayback machine)

HEIGHT: 6' 2"

WEIGHT: 225 lbs.

EYES: Blue

WEAPON: Hockey stick, Golf clubs, Baseball bats... I dig sports

FAVORITE COLOR: Green

HOBBIES: Auto mechanics, weight lifting, sports, protecting the weak

FAVORITE MUSIC: Rock 'n' roll

NICKNAMES: "Case" and sometimes "Space Case" - I dunno why. ;)

FAVORITE FOODS: Mexican and Italian food, pretzels and... beverages

FAVORITE BOOK: I like them Mike Hammer books... nothin' in particular is a fave. They're all cool.

PERSONAL PROFILE

I gotta say that I'm nobody special, just a regular Joe. Awhile back I got sick and tired of the hoods ruining my 'hood, so I decided to do somethin' about it. I started weight training and bought some martial arts books and began workin' out heavily during my down time. I don't recommend doin' what I do, but I ain't gonna discourage ya either. If more folks were willin' to do somethin' about the sorry state society's in, this country wouldn't be in such a mess.

The "bad guys" got pretty much free reign in my berg, so I'm doin' stuff to give 'em somethin' to think about before they attempt their next muggin' (or worse). I'm no hero, I'm just a guy who's sick of all the crap these two-bit punks are dishin' out. It's about time somebody taught 'em the difference between right and wrong! It seems that the cops got too much to handle, so I'm lendin' the Boys in Blue a hand.

I met up with the Turtles by chance when I ran into Raph a few years back. You could say we "hit" it off right away... my jaw still aches from that meetin'! (Hah! He'll get a kick outta that one... and then mebbe I'll give him another! Hah hah!) Raph and I get along well, as we're "birds of a feather." We like to take the proactive approach... which means we try to stop problems before they arise. The other guys are happier to sit back and wait for trouble to come to them... me and Raph like to introduce ourselves to the troublemakers, and then stomp 'em outta existence!

I've had some pretty rough times these past few years, but don't worry, I ain't gonna cry on your shoulder... but what I've dealt with has got me thinkin' more seriously about the future, and what I need to do to make it better. I'm gonna be depressed when I put down the clubs, but I gotta face facts and realize that sooner or later I'm gonna have to. Hopefully it'll be much later!

Yo... take care of yourself! Nobody else is goin' to!

[taizi]

Raiders (2/?)

A/N: Several of you were interested in more of the Mummy AU, so I did my best to scrape something together. :’) The writer’s block is real. 

Again, this fic is based off of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, and stands as a sequel to “Know the world in yourself.”

I’ll be posting the rest of Raiders in snippets like this one, and then add it to the series on AO3 when it’s complete.

Story tag

x

Don is reaching for the door of his office when it opens by itself. Mikey beams at the man who steps inside the cluttered room and receives a similarly warm greeting in turn.

"Professor Angel," the man greets Don with a nod, followed by a friendly, "Doctor Angel."

"Not a doctor, Brody," Mikey says cheerfully for probably the dozenth time. "I didn't even finish high school."

Don hides a wince at that reminder with the ease of long practice. Raph does it less smoothly.

Brody only waves it away. "Semantics." He glances at Raphael, extending a hand politely. "And I don't believe we've met, Mister…?"

"Hamato," Raphael says after a moment's hesitation. He's giving his brothers a sidelong look as he shakes Brody's hand, and Don realizes belatedly that he never explained his change of name. Later, he thinks with a pang of regret.

"I'm Marcus Brody, Dean of Students here at Marshall. I'm something of a regular patron when it comes to the Angel brothers' business."

If anything, Raphael seems to understand they've cut ties with their family name, even if he doesn't know why. So when Brody brightens abruptly with revelation and asks if Raphael is any relation to Yoshi Hamato, Raphael simply says, "He was my father," instead of the more honest 'he was our father.'

"An incredible man," Brody reminisces fondly. "I remember a week we spent in Wales, hunting down Celtic legends about the Holy Grail. We went to a tavern to charm information out of the locals and your father got drunk, climbed on top of the bar, and sang some old college song at the top of his lungs until the police came in and arrested him."

"No way," Mikey whispers, awed and delighted. Don covers his face with his hand and does his best to stifle a surge of ridiculous laughter. Thinking of father used to hurt, but now he can imagine him as a young man traveling through Europe, headstrong and charming and every bit as reckless as Don's crazy little brother, and somehow the thought isn't painful at all.

"You're joking," Raphael says faintly. Brody grins.

"I wish I was. I got lost on my way to pay his bail. It took me hours to find the jailhouse, and by the time I got there, Yoshi was very sober and very confused. It didn't stop him from flirting his way into a clean change of clothes and a cup of coffee, though."

Mikey laughs outright, and Don gives into a wide smile. Raphael turns on them sharply.

"Don't you two even think about tellin' Leo any of this. That guy still thinks of dad as just this side of perfect, and I don't want to go shattering any lifelong illusions before dinner."

"So after dinner is fair game, then," Mikey points out reasonably, probably just for the sake of being contrary. Raphael twitches, as easy to poke into a fit of pique as ever.

"Was there something you needed, Mr. Brody?" Don says pointedly, before his brothers have a chance to devolve into children half their age and start a fight in his office in front of the Dean of Students. "There wasn't a problem with the last group of donations, was there?"

"Of course not," Brody says at once. "They were all stunning, of course, the museum is delighted to have them." He's uncomfortable, though, an unfamiliar frown tugging at his amicable face. "But I brought some people with me today."

"People?"

"From the government." Seeing three identical expressions of worry, Brody hastens to assure them, "It has nothing to do with your business. They're from the Army. Army Intelligence, actually. They're looking for someone you know, Professor."

Don blinks. "Who?"

"Someone by the name of O'Neil."

For a moment, it feels as though the world falls out from under his feet. It takes a few seconds for gravity to reassert itself, and in that time Mikey has placed a hand on his arm and taken the half-step forward that puts himself ahead of his small, fractured family. It’s a move he’s made before, when faced with mortal danger or any imminent threat, and it’s not lost on Don that it’s a move he’s making now. 

"Ask them to wait in the lecture hall, please," Mike says, with a shadow of his usual good cheer. "We'll join you guys in a minute."

Brody nods, looking as though he regrets being the bearer of unfortunate tidings, and slips out of the room without another word. Mikey only looks at Don when the door closes with a quiet catch and the brothers are safely ensconced in the dim daylight of the otherwise empty office.

He squeezes Don's arm, just hard enough to pull his attention back from the soft dread he was floundering in.

"You’ve told me about O’Neil," Mikey says. "He was like a father to you."

Raphael's eyes are sharp but his expression is without judgement. Warily, Don nods.

"He was one of my professors at university. We kept in contact for years, and he was - he was family to me," Don admits in a small, shameful voice, "even when you three weren't."

He isn't proud of that time. When father died, Donatello pushed his grief as far from himself as he could - dealt with it by not dealing with it at all, and writing home became all but impossible, because every time he put pen to paper he had to swallow the new and painful knowledge that father wouldn't be there to open this letter, or the next one, or the next. He would never be waiting to hear from Don ever again, and Don didn't know how to push past that grief.

The O'Neils, though - they were a bright place, an island where there should have been nothing but drowning sea. They came to visit when Kirby was on sabbatical, mailed him gifts on his birthday and hunted him down on the holidays. When Casey became a large part of Don's life, they only invited Casey along as well, and that yawning, aching sense of loss slowly became just another healed wound.

At that point, it was only difficult to write his brothers because it had simply been so long that Don didn't know what to say to them. How to explain his absence in their lives, his distance during this time when they should have all come together. And when it was hard to write them, he wrote the O'Neils instead, and pretended for a long time like he wasn't gradually abandoning one family for another.

And then he found Mikey in Egypt, and Mikey was as good as a stranger to him - a grifter with an agenda of his own and ghosts in his eyes and no time to waste on chasing the brothers that had left him behind. And Don realized the depth of his denial, and set out at once to make right what he had let fall into disrepair.

It's been well over a year since he's heard from the O'Neils, he realizes now with bitter dread. The letters he's sent out have gone unanswered, but this new life with Mikey beside him is a constant whirlwind of misadventure with very little standstill; he's been so busy that the lack of reply never registered as something to worry about. Not when his second family was probably as preoccupied with their own lives as he was with his.

He says as much of this as he can find words for. Mikey lets go of his arm when he comes to a halting finish, but only to punch him on the shoulder.

"Then shape up, big brother, and let's go see what the suits want with your friend." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder and offers a slanting grin, blue eyes sharp at the prospect of trouble or adventure, or even better yet, some combination of the two. "Maybe it'll take us somewhere new."

"You just got home from nearly dying in Peru," Raphael interjects at that point. He's very carefully not looking at Don anymore, and Don doesn't know how to feel about that. "Can't you sit still for more than five minutes?"

"Oh, Raphie," Mikey says with a gratuitous measure of false sympathy, "sitting still doesn't do me any good. It just gives everyone else a head start."

And it’s hard to deny the truth of that statement, even if it does sting. 

Don musters a smile and says, “You’ll help me, then?”

“Of course,” Mikey replies, exasperated. “Last time I left you on your own, you literally cursed the entire world with a book. And I was only gone for like an hour.”

Raphael looks a little weak at the knees. “What?”

Don’s smile gains strength. He rubs a sheepish hand through his hair and says, “Really, though, what are the odds of that happening again?”

“Given our luck? Sixty-forty against you,” Mikey says promptly. “And I’d put money on it.” 

[mutantimagines]

Finders Keepers (Raphael x Reader) Pt.2

I made a part two :3 and i figured out how to tag people! if no one has guessed it yet i obviously have a difficult time with technology so thank you all for your patience! (Tags: @pitrymcbride)

You’d known Raphael for about a month now and you were right the first time, he was certainly a handful (both figuratively and literally). He’d come by on Saturday nights when he could sneak out, if he could sneak out at all but really he came whenever he needed to vent.

“I swear, Leo’s just tryin to piss me off this time. He’s actually tryin to get me to screw up just ta make him look like the hero! Hero my shell, i could lead us better then him!” “I feel like you have a lot of pent up anger that could be derived from a traumatic childhood, i think you need to talk to someone” “Cut the crap will ya? your sarcasm is worse then mike's constant buggin” “Watch your tongue kiddo, i’m not afraid to kick your butt...if you have one? do turtles have an ass or am i just sensing your personality?” “Ah shell...*chuckles*”

Raphael had to admit that you knew him pretty well for not knowing him for long, your sarcasm nearly matched his an well he was finding it very attractive. Covering the floor in only a few long strides he shifted the curtain to peer out the window. Lucky him that his brothers patrol route went right past your apartment block, not wanting him to get caught you always closed the blinds. Though even you had your doubts about how long Raph could keep this up, keeping you secret was for your protection but lying to his brothers was different. Deep down you knew it was kinda wrong but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to kick the turtle to the curb. Sometimes you thought it was because he didn't have anyone to vent to but you knew it wasn’t pity you felt towards him, it was utterly earth shattering, glass breaking, bleeding heart love.

“listen Raphie...We gotta talk” “We’ve doin that the whole night ya know Doll” “Smart ass, you know what i mean. Look i don’t mean to step on your toes but i think its time you told your brothers what you were up to. Considering the fact they jump on my roof every single night wondering where the heck you go off to in your path of wrath” “Ah Shell Y/n, they don’t need ta know about ya” “Raphael...You gotta take a step back, i’m serious-” “I know your serious, Y/n you didn’t even take the opportunity to make fun of me only havin three damn toes, you always make fun of me with that stuff! dammit i don’t want to admit your right, cause ya know if i do its just gonna go to your head and that’s already big enough” That big green brat winked at you as you rolled your eyes, thinking to yourself that this was going better then you thought. but then again Raph always surprised you, you took a deep breath and got out of your chair to lean beside him near the window. Looking up at the remains of your antique chandelier that the block head had crashed into the first night. Reminiscing about it just brought a smile to your face, as you looked him in the eyes and let out a soft sigh. “you know you promised me you’d fix that damn thing” “Huh? oh ya, i guess i did *chuckle* i think I've got to big of fingers to try and but those beads back up there” “You’re probably right...Damn i cant remember what was going threw my head that night but i can tell ya i wasn’t expecting all this to happen” “All what? your apartment in shambles and a giant turtle with forks in your living room?” “Don’t forget you hog the couch mister, its something else...”

Looking up and just pulling out all the stops on your way up, wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down just a bit and pressed your lips softly to his cheek. That didn’t stop there though, no Raphael always liked to one up you. Clutching your waist and pulling you a little ways off the ground, capturing your lips in a full kiss which seemed to last forever but only was a few moments before that dammed phone started ringing. Pulling apart and gasping for the air that you both needed he grumbled and quickly picked it up.

‘WHAT?!...Oh, uh ya...Be there in a sec...No, i ain’t messing around Donnie...Dragons?...oh ya you bet i’m there!” “Lemme guess darlin you need to go kick some ass?” He swooped you into his arms pressing  swift kiss to your cheek and smiled at you in his own flirtatious way. “I ain’t done with ya doll! i’ll be back!” “Raph we didn't even finish our Conversation!- Ah damn he’s already gone, damned mutants” You shook your head at your friends retreating figure as he faded into the darkness of the new York city roof tops, t think it had only been a short while ago that same ninja had sat on your couch covered in hello kitty band aids and watching the Housewives of new York with you, Then seconds later he’d be fighting the mobs and gangs that plagued the city. You really dug yourself a deep hole by getting yourself involved with him but who could say no to that face?!

[winchestergirl-13]

Sabriel “You’re Back?!” Kas’ Dialogue Challenge

Word Count: 1,377

Pairing: Sam x Gabriel

Warning: fluff, maybe angst?

Prompt: “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

A/N: I was stuck for an idea for this for weeks and literally wrote this out in ten minutes or so. So I tries. I never wrote for a ship before so please bare with me. I hope you all like it.

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Seven years. It had been seven years since that fateful day. April 22, 2010 was the day Gabriel faced off against Lucifer to save the Winchesters and Kali- and sadly lost. Throughout the years, Sam has tried to forget about Gabriel, the feelings he had for him, and just try to move on. But he couldn’t. Everywhere he looked, everything he saw, reminded him of the golden-eyed Archangel. When him and Dean met God, well Chuck, he had some hopes of Gabriel returning. But Chuck said he couldn’t do so, effectively crushing any hope Sam had of seeing Gabriel again. But he had misheard Chuck apparently.

Sam was sitting in the library doing some searching for any possible cases while Dean was out on a supply run. Just a normal day. Until he heard what sounded like music coming from somewhere inside the Bunker.

“Dean?” he called out. No response. “Maybe he didn’t hear me.”

Sam got up and followed the music, gun in hand. The music slowly got louder with each turn he made through the Bunker’s halls, the words becoming a little clearer.

“This thing called love I just can’t handle it

this thing called love I must get round to it

I ain’t ready

Crazy little thing called love”

“Dean??” Sam called out once again, sounding very unnerved at the lack of answers. He found his way to his bedroom, the music sounding the strongest. Gun raised, Sam took a hold of the doorknob and slowly turned the knob, pushing his door open quietly. Stepping inside, what he saw was shocking to say the least. Balloons, streamers, and a “Surprise!” banner hanging above his bed greeted him as he looked around his room. A disco ball lazily spinning above his head as the speakers on his dresser continued playing “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen.

“What the hell?” he muttered as he lowered his gun slightly.

“Hiya Samsquatch! Miss me?”

Sam jumped in surprise, but froze. “It can’t be!” He slowly turned around, gun raising, only to lower it when he saw those same golden eyes staring back at him. A bouquet of red roses in his hand and a sad smirk on his face, Gabriel stared up at Sam, who was currently making an apt impression of a fish.

“Speechless Sammy? I’m touched. Guess it’s safe to say you missed me, too?” Gabriel joked slightly, eyebrow raising at Sam’s lack of reply. “Sam?”

Shaking his head, Sam stepped back, running into his bed and tumbled rather ungracefully onto it. Sitting upright, he noticed that Gabriel stood in the same spot, a frown forming on his face, yet his eyes held worry. “You okay, Kiddo? I thought for sure you’d be happy to see me,” he stated as he placed the flowers on the dresser and stood in front of Sam.

“Gabriel? You’re really here?” Sam asked, reaching a hand up slowly, but pulling away before he could touch Gabriel’s face. But his hand was caught before he pulled away.

Intertwining their hands, Gabriel brought his left hand up and slowly carded it through Sam’s hair. “Yeah, I’m really here.”

Sam sighed, closing his eyes at the feeling of his hands running through his hair, but pulled back abruptly, eyes flying open. Gabriel stopped his ministrations but still held onto his hand.

“Hold on, you died.” Sam’s voice wavered slightly, tears gathering in his eyes but not falling.

“Yeah, well it didn’t stick,” Gabriel smirked, but wiped it off his face when he saw the look of grief and anger flash across Sam’s eyes.

“But, but I saw your wings burned on the ground. You were dead. Chuck…God…he said he couldn’t bring you back.” Sam looked away, brushing at the stray tears that fell, only to drop his hand when Gabriel’s gently took a hold of his chin and turned his head. He could see the sadness in those whiskey eyes, but there was another emotion…love.

“I was dead. Dad brought me back. After you and Dean got him and Aunt Amara back together, he pieced me back together and brought Raph, Mike and Luci home to work on being a family again. But that’s a different story,” Gabriel sighed before running his hand through Sam’s hair again, his other thumb rubbing circles on the back of Sam’s hand, both still intertwined, “the point is is that Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to come back. To be here for you. He brought Mary back, yes, but it wasn’t enough. You needed me, too. But I guess I was wrong.” He looked down, a crestfallen look on his face.

The music had long since stopped, his hand falling from Sam’s hair. He tried to pull their hands apart, only for Sam’s to grip his tighter, preventing him from pulling away. Gabriel looked up with hopeful eyes and met Sam’s hazel eyes, full of love. Cocking his head to the side, Sam gave a small laugh and leaned forward, foreheads touching.

“You’re not wrong. I do need you. You have no idea how much I missed you,” tears falling still but neither cared at the moment. Gabriel is alive, he’s here, and that’s all that matters. Gabriel gave a small grin, lifting his head enough to place a small kiss on Sam’s forehead.

“I missed you, too, Sam,” he laid his chin on Sam’s head as he felt himself get pulled forward into a tight hug, full of love. Sam buried his head in Gabriel’s chest, content to just stay in this position for as long as he could, part of him still thinking this was a dream. But the feeling of fingers in his hair, the warmth the smaller body gave off, told him it wasn’t a dream. It was real. Gabriel was really here.

Sam pulled away slowly, Gabriel pulling back with a look of uncertainty on his face. Grabbing a hold of his arms, Sam maneuvered Gabriel until he was sitting on his lap facing him.

“Sam?” Eye brows pinched in confusion, head tilting to the left slightly, and all Sam wanted to do was kiss the Archangel in front of him.

“Gabe…if I’m reading this all wrong, tell me, but…” he sighed, rubbing his hands up and down Gabriel’s arms.

“But…?” Gabriel tilted his head down, trying to catch Sam’s eyes.

“I think…no…I love you, Gabriel. I have for a long time now. If you don’t feel the same, I underst- Sam shut up” Gabriel interrupted, bringing those lovely hazel eyes back up to meet his. He gave a grin a mile wide and replied, “Took ya long enough.”

Sam laughed softly before bringing Gabriel back in for another hug. Gabriel whispered into his ear, “I love you too, Sam. Always have.” They stayed in that position for a bit before leaning away from each other. Hazel and whiskey eyes flicked down at the same time at each others lips before meeting again. Gabriel licked his lips slightly as Sam cupped his cheek.

“C-Can I kiss you? Please?” he whispered uncertainly.

Chuckling softly, Gabriel replied, “Thought you’d never ask.”

With a soft smile, they slowly leaned forward, meeting in the middle for a kiss that was soft yet full of love. A kiss that said everything they wanted to say, but could wait for later. They were together now and that’s all that matters. Pulling away, the couple shared a loving smile as they moved to lay down together on Sam’s bed, Gabriel fitting perfectly in his arms. They lay there for a while, just talking, sharing kisses here and there, and just enjoying being in each other’s company after so long apart. And when Dean gets back and finds them like that, Gabriel alive and kicking, well he had some choice words to say, a few threats, but relenting when he saw just how much happier Sam was now that Gabriel was back. Dean turned to leave to prepare some dinner and left with one last thing to say.

“You hurt him again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Don’t worry Dean-o. I don’t plan on leaving Sam anytime soon. I promise.”

And with that, Dean left the happy couple to themselves. Everything turned out right in the end.

[another-tmnt-writer]

Haunted

Donatello x Reader

Haunted

Prompt: Donnie x ghost reader? She can walk through walls and she floats, nothing can touch her, but she can touch others and pick up objects if she wants. She also has a ghostly howl.

Note: Aaaaaaaah that’s so cute!!

You didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow, one morning you woke up and you weren’t the same. You couldn’t keep your feet on the ground, and everyone seemed to walk through you. You thought, wished it was some horrible dream. But it wasn’t. It was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

The days stretched to weeks to months and you found ways to pass the time, exploring the city of New York. You found coffee shops tucked in the quaintest places, bookstores full of brand new books. And you found in these places that you could interact with things. Objects mostly. But if you tried hard enough, sometimes you could interact with people. Some people, mostly animals and small children, could see you regardless of if you were trying to be seen or not. And you had been told by a little girl that you looked like an angel.

Nowadays, you were wandering the parts of New York other people couldn’t dream of finding. Abandoned churches covered in vines, old trees with initials carved in hearts, and now, a utopia underground.

It was amazing. Nothing you’d ever seen before. There were gadgets and gizmos everywhere, and more pizza boxes than you could ever dream to count. And one room, you found had quite the collection of classic novels. So, seeing as no one was there, you grabbed one of them and floated over the couch cross-legged and began to read.

It wasn’t for a few hours that you had company, all of which could see you. You were oblivious, still so caught up in the novel that you hadn’t noticed them come in.

“Ummm…” You looked up and met the eyes of a green mutant something or another. Bright blue eyes and a confused expression. “What are you, dudette?”

“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” You answered. “I just kind of am.”

“Is that my book?” Asked the tallest of the four. He was wearing a bright purple bandana and was covered in tech. He seemed to scan you with his goggles.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got bored, and I can’t really interact with many things and so books are kind of-”

“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” He shook his head.

“Why are you here?” The one in the blue mask took a step forward and looked over you. “How did you find us?”

“When you spend a few months like this, you find all sorts of places.”

“Fascinating…” the one with the purple mask whispered as he examined his scans. “So you can interact with objects.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re invisible to humans.”

“I’m invisible to everyone except animals and small children.”

“Well, Mikey is both, so you’re covered.” The big one in the red mask chuckled.

“Hey!” retorted the one you assumed was Mikey.

“So, I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll just leave now.”

“You don’t have to leave.” The one in the blue mask said. “We uh, understand what it’s like to be alone.”

“So I can hang out here?”

“Yeah, bro!” Mikey said. “Wanna play Mario Kart?!”

“Do you really wanna get beat by a ghost?” You laughed. The boys smiled as you flew off after Mikey.

***

“Hey.” You drifted into Donnie’s lab later that night.

“Aah!” He jumped and dropped something made of glass.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you.”

“I-it’s all right. I was actually kind of hoping you would come in here.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“So I could ask you a few questions.” He motioned to you. “About…what you are. For science.”

“Sure!” You hovered closer to his desk.

“Okay, so…” he pulled out a notebook and pushed his glasses up his snout. “When did this happen?”

“Two months ago.”

“How did it happen?”

“I just kind of woke up like this. There was no body or anything, it wasn’t a car crash…I’m not exactly sure how I ended up like this.”

“Interesting.”

“Like, I can’t walk. I’ve tried to ground myself, but I can’t. All I can do is float. I can touch objects, but it has to be very deliberate. Anything I interact could fall right through me. Even holding a book for a few hours took a lot of practice.”

“Mmhmm…” He hummed as his paper scratched across the paper. “Can you touch living things?”

“It’s kind of hard, but…” You held up your hand and waited for Donnie to look up and notice what you were doing. He slowly raised a large green three-fingered hand to meet yours. You focused all of your being into your fingers and palm, and pressed it against his. He shivered.

“You’re so cold. And tingly.”

“You know that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep? I think I’m made of that.”

“Casper?” He picked up your reference immediately.

“I haven’t seen that movie in a very long time.” You sighed. “I’m still working on electronics…”

“We have it. I could pop it in for you if you want.”

“Only if you watch it with me.”

There was a pause.

“What?”

“You’ve gotta take a break sometime, right? I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Donatello.”

“Donnie.”

“Hmm?”

“Call me Donnie.”

“All right, Donnie. What do you say then?”

He smiled and nodded gently.

“Sure.”

***

Weeks later, you had found that when the brothers weren’t out on patrol, you often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You think it helped him to have company while he worked. And whether you were talking to him or just floating in the corner of the room while reading his books, he seemed to work better with you there than without.

You also nudged him to take care of himself while he was busy, reminding him to drink water and take stretch breaks and get to sleep at a reasonable time. In your short time here, you had helped him function better than he ever had.

“How’re you doing today, Don?” You floated in through the closed door and draped your ghostly arms around his shoulders. He shuddered at the cold.

“G-great. How did you sleep?”

“I don’t.” you reminded him. He nodded.

“Oh right.” A small chuckle. “I keep forgetting.”

“Did finish Huckleberry Finn though.” You set it on his desk. “Thanks for letting me borrow it, by the way.”

“No problem.” He pointed to the back corner, where he kept all of his books. “You can borrow anything you want.”

“Sweet thanks!” You floated back there and rummaged through the shelf to find another book to read. The lair was so quiet when the boys were asleep. It was the perfect time to get some reading done. “Ooh, Dante’s Inferno.”

“So I have a question for you.”

“All right, shoot.” You floated back over to him, book in hand. He stood up just as you were next to him and came very, very close to stepping through you.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”

“You’re fine.” You looked up at him, the closest you’d ever been to him. And with your half-foot of float, you were only about half a foot from his face. God, he was tall. There were a few moments of quiet before he caught his train of thought.

“So, are you sure you’re dead?”

“Well, I mean…I’m a ghost, so I assumed I kind of must be.”

“I don’t think you are. I really don’t.” Donnie sat back down and pulled up some diagrams on his computer. “I think you’re trapped between two dimensions. Around the time of the Kraang invasion was when this happened, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I think you got spliced with a blast of interdimensional energy and it…it trapped you here and there simultaneously.”

“Okay.” You nodded, eyebrows drawing together as you mulled over the things he was telling you. “So I’m not a ghost, I’m just…whatever this is?”

“Yes, I think so.” He paused, looking at you when he told you the next thing. The more important thing. Possibly the most important thing he would ever tell you in the history of ever. “And I think I can reverse it.”

***

“You know he’s in love with you, right?” asked Mikey as you watched Donnie work from afar.

“What?” you blushed scarlet. “No, I don’t think he-”

“Nah, Mike’s right.” Raph nodded in agreement. “All he ever does is think about you, work on a cure. He ain’t ever done that before. He’s in love.”

“You can’t be serious. I’m just a ghost. I’m not even real. Yet. I can’t even touch him…or hold him…”

“Maybe that’s why he’s working so hard.” Mikey pointed out. You blushed even harder.

“Shut up.”

“You never know~” Mikey waggled his eyebrows. You wanted to smack him.

***

The more you worked with Donnie, the more you realized his brothers could be right about his feelings for you. You started to notice little things here and there. Little smiles when he talked to you, the change in the tone of his voice, little inside jokes that set him off. And every day, you found yourself falling harder for the tall brainy turtle. You knew it would be hard to love him, especially considering the fact that you couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t kiss him without causing him to get a chill. That’s what he got for falling in love with a ghost.

And so you haunted him for weeks that were quickly turning into months, floating around his lab, making him coffee in the early hours of the morning, and then pulling the blankets up around him at night. You took care of him. You looked after him. And he thanked you for it every day.

And then came the breakthrough.

He knew how to fix you. He knew how to return you to normal. The construction of the machine only took a few days, and then it was time.

“Okay, so when I turn it on, there’ll be a jolt and then you’ll be normal again. Hopefully. If not, we’ll go back to the drawing board and start over.”

“And what if it doesn’t work?” Leo asked. Mikey and Raph were there too, waiting to see what would happen.

“It’ll work.” You said with certainty. “I trust you.” Donnie’s heart raced.

“All right. Here goes.” His fingers shook as he moved the controls and then, finally, one of his thick fingers pressed the button.

You disappeared.

***

You had the worst headache in the world, you decided. How had you even gotten here? You had had the weirdest dream ever. Four gigantic mutant turtles were living in a sewer, and…had you been a ghost? Weird. Very weird.

You sat up in bed and looked around at your apartment room. There were cobwebs everywhere and…was that snow outside? Snow? In July? No. This couldn’t be. You pulled your very dusty phone off of the charger and looked at the date. December. No. Noooo. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t possibly be right. Had you just skipped six months of your life? Had you gone into a coma? No. You couldn’t have, could you?

And yet, the more you thought about your strange dream, the less and less it seemed like a dream and the more and more it began to feel…real. Too real. You unlocked your phone only to find literally hundreds and hundreds of texts and emails from friends and family. It was like you had just disappeared. But you knew there was something in between. Some place underground. A lair. And four turtle brothers. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and…Donnie.

How could you have forgotten Donnie? Donnie and his wonderful collection of books. Donnie and his knowledge of all things nerd. Donnie and the bo staff. Donnie and the gigantic crush you had harbored for him.

Your fingers opened your phone and dialed a number. A number you had memorized just in case. Just in case you could ever use a phone again. You dialed it and waited and waited and waited as it rang. Hoping, praying he would pick up.

“Please please please…”

And then…

“H-hello?” a choked up voice that sounded so different now that you actually had ears.

“Donnie?”

A loud gasp. “(Y/N)?!”

“What happened?”

“You disappeared. I thought…I th-thought you were gone. Where are you?”

“I woke up at my apartment.” You told him your address. And then you waited and waited for him to finally knock on your bedroom window. You didn’t even wait for him to clamber inside, hugging him as he crouched on the fire escape. “It worked! It really worked! Thank you.”

“D-don’t mention it.” His voice was soft. Remnants of tears were still trailing down his scaly cheeks. You reached up to wipe them away.

“Shhhhh….” You shushed him as he started to cry again, pulling him back into you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s all right.”

“I’m sorry. I just…lost you.”

“Let’s go back to the lair, all right? Get some pizza to celebrate? I’ve never been this hungry in my entire life.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Donnie smiled and nodded. He took your hand and helped you out the window. You followed him down through the sewers to the lair. God, it looked so different in real life. So big and bright and colorful.

“Honeys, I’m home!” You called into the solemn lair. The moping turtles sprang up to meet you. Immediately, Mikey swept you up in a bear hug.

“Dudette, you’re not dead!”

“No, I’m not.” You laughed.

“Glad to have you here. Like, really here.” Leo said.

“Glad to be here.”

“So Don, now that yer girlfriend’s real, there better not be too much PDA ‘round here.” Raph smirked.

“G-girlfriend?” Donnie’s voice squeaked. “No, I don’t…we’re not…”

“Do you want to be?” your voice was quiet. You didn’t realize how tall he was until now. You couldn’t just float up to his eye level anymore. You just had to look up at his towering form.

“Yes.”

“Well, then. It’s settled. Boyfriend.” You grabbed the tails of his mask and gently tugged until he was stooping over low enough to kiss you. His lips were soft and sweet and perfect. When you pulled apart he rested his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You pecked the corner of his lips, causing him to blush.

“I think I might understand.”

[molzies-fanfics]

‘The Jar opening’ Headcanons

Anon requested: Hello :P can you do a tmnt x reader where the turtles can’t open a jar using brute force but Yn does it for them by hitting the top against the counter breaking the suction? Lol thx

 A/N: This is my first hcs post about the turtles so please don’t criticize if I haven’t got all of their characters down, it’s been a while… *sweat drops*

+Donnie+

Even though he is quite snarky and sarcastic, Donnie would definitely show his soft side once you popped open the evil jar of doom.

Also the fact that he is ‘the smart one’ and yet after trying really hard to get the damn lid off, you did it within five seconds of just using your own intelligence. This would definitely make him swoon…Y’know internally.  

“Oh, thank you dove.” He mumbled, as if you two were stuck in a small bubble which could be broken by anything. “You’re welcome. Honestly jars can be a bitch sometimes so I understand how difficult it is.” You pat his arm softly whilst handing said jar back to him. Donnie felt electricity jump between your fingertips as they brushed his, short-circuiting his brain.  

“Uh huh.” He’d watch as you left the kitchen. He was star struck and rendered speechless. Did you just…impress him? 

“Hey Y/N!”

“Yeah Don?”

“Do you…maybe wanna hang out later?”

“…sure. Sounds fun.” 

His heart leapt out of his chest at your smile.  

-Leo-

“GOD DAMNIT!”

Leo would get quite worked up about not being able to do this one simple thing. It should be easy as pie! So how come it was taking so damn long…he had tried, EVERYTHING.

 You would sweep past his body as he laid down to rest on the cool tile, but as soon as you spot the object of his defeat, you would grasp it with both hands before using the corner of the kitchen counter as a bottle opener of sorts.

 “Huh?” Leo’s head would perk up at the popping sound. “What the-HOW?!?” He would grasp the hem of your shirt as he knelt before you. “You just have to break the suction.” You answer simply, with those cute eyes and that beautiful expression.

 Leo would shake his head, were those his own thoughts right now? It was like he was seeing you in an entirely different light. Like he knew April was strong and could hold herself in a fight but you…you weren’t like that.

 You could easily cope in a fight but at one point or another Leo would swing in and get you outta there before something bad happens. Wait…was Leo? No, no way, you were just a friend! Not…someone Leo would pine after? Sure he flirted with you but it was all in good fun!

 “Huh, Hum, eh, would, er.” Leo would mutter almost under his breath but you were standing right next to him. It wasn’t that hard for you to hear the stutter, was he okay?

 “Leon, you ok?”

“Yeah…I will be.”

“Oh okay…”

“…wanna watch me skate for a bit?”

“Hm, yeah. Sounds cool.”

=Raph=

“Hnghhhh, come on, come on, COME ON!!”

“Raphie are you okay?”

Raph let out a high pitched screech at the sound of your voice, not expecting you to be right behind him. Clearing his throat he turned to you, placing his hands behind his back so you wouldn’t be able to see what was frustrating him so. “Uh, yeah I’m fine doll face, you good?”

“What’s behind your back?” You asked, knowing he was trying to change the subject. “Nothing. Why? You wanna sandwich? I can make you a sandwich.” He turned slightly to reach for the bread but it was just enough for you to see the peanut butter jar wedged between the spikes of his shell.

Swiping it before he could notice, you searched for the best spot to open the lid with. That was when Raph saw the familiar blue and red of his demise. “Wait, Y/N don’t-”

 You popped the lid open with ease as it jammed against the kitchen counter. “There you go, spread the butter to your hearts content my friend.” You smiled brightly at him as you placed the jar in his large hand. “T-T-Thanks.” He stammered nervously, obviously not expecting you to do that so effortlessly.

 “You’re welcome. It doesn’t hurt to ask for help sometimes, that’s what you taught me.” You playfully punched his shoulder whilst making your way to the fridge. “Heh, yeah.” He sighed as he stared at the back of your head adoringly. If only you knew how much he really appreciated you.

 “Oh, Y/N?”

 “Yeah, Raph?”

 “Do you wanna share a PBJ sandwich?”

 “Aw, sure buddy.”

~Mikey~ 

“Oh, this is so unfair! I just want my sweet honey, pretty please.” The youngest turtle whined into the lid of the container, as if he were trying to coax a small animal out of it. 

That was when you walked in and all you could see was the brightly coloured shell of your favourite box turtle. “Mike? Wha’cha doin’ there pal?” you cluck jovially. “NOTHING!” he shoots straight up as if you two were playing pin the tail on the terrapin. Normally it would be pretty funny but you could tell Michelangelo was embarrassed about something…

 Whether he would tell you what said thing was, was an entirely different matter.

“Look, Mikey, just tell me what’s going on and I’ll help with whatever it is.” You tried to give him a reassuring look, trying to coax him out of his shell…in the metaphorical sense, of course. “…okay.” He hung his head in shame as he revealed the jar of honey.

“Oh…you can’t open it?”

“No, and I’ve tried everything! I tried butter, that weird lotion stuff…I even tried talking to it!”

Before the orange banded turtle could finish his mini rant you had already popped the jar open.

“Wait…what? How did you do that?!” He gaped at you with adoration and excitement. “Well, the best way to get rid of the suction is to use the kitchen counter…that’s what my mom taught me anyway.”

Mikey just gawked at you for a solid minute before coming to his senses. “Ohmigosh! Thank you!!” he ran towards you to give you a hug.

“WAIT MIKEY DON’T.”

“Eheh…whoopsie.”

“It’s okay, I was planning on staying here for the rest of the day anyway so…”

“Oh great! Do you want me to run a bath then?”

“Wow…um, sure? What about you?”

“Oh I’ll just run around for a bit and then grab a quick shower when you’re done. That way, we can all watch a movie together later! Just…promise you’ll save me a seat?”

“Mikey there’s only six of us, seven counting Splinter.”

“Yeah…well, I want to sit next to you.”

“OH…okay, sure that’s cool.”

[brightlotusmoon]

So, I’ve been working on a chapter/ficlet for “Cold Fire Rising: Mind Games featuring an out pan/poly/demiboy Mikey and ace April, and so far I am literally writer-blocked past a certain point. So I decided to combine multiple headcanons, only now I can’t quite remember which ones go here. My regular followers will understand. Anyway, here is a preview, from April’s perspective, as she figures out why she never returned Donnie’s crush. It’s literally a couple days after the events of “Flo The Bunny” (technically it’s a gift for @mysillylittlesoapbox and @firebirdscratches and Angel123 who gave me Flo in the first place)

Chapter Two

 It’s A Little More Complex

 April stared in awe at her friend’s massive apartment, wondering how the hell Gaia and her family could afford it. And Gaia next to her smiked and elbowed her. “Combination of my sister’s job, her wife’s job, inheritance from dead parents and dead grandparents, a few other things. Believe me, I astound myself still.”

She hooked her arm through April’s. “Come on, I’ll give you the tour. Then we can settle in my room so you can study.”

After April had been shown the one and a half bathrooms, the studio with extra bed, the kitchen, Rhea and Freya’s bedroom, and the closets, Gaia pulled her to her bedroom and sat them on the queen bed with laptops, tablets, textbooks, study aids. April’s neuroscience course was heavy.

As they studied and talked, their telepathy wove into each other and pulled away easy things, easy history and concerns, and Gaia’s natural affinity toward empathic therapy had April talking about more intimate subjects than ever.

“I think I’m asexual,” April began with a deep breath. The stylus next to Gaia paused by itself on the tablet, and Gaia smiled. “And…?”

“And maybe not totally. Is there a term for that?”

“Gray asexual, maybe?” Gaia suggested. Not fully ace but in a gray area. How to you feel about romance?”

April smirked. “It’s fine. I don’t mind being, um, wooed. I like wooing as long as it’s done right.”

Gaia nodded. “Just checking. I was having a thought.”

“Tell me your thought.”

“Mmaybe not right now, not while we’re studying.”

April leaned closer. “Does it involve sex?” and she drew out that last word.

“Yup.”

“Sex with…who? Wait, don’t tell me. Donnie?”

A flush of red creeped up Gaia’s cheeks and neck. “I was wondering if you wanted to watch and observe, make your conclusions.”

“I’m cool with that.” April leaned back, surprising herself. “I stopped feeling confused and cold about his crush on me a while back. I just want my best friend.”

“I think he does too,” Gaia said. “But remember, you were the first girl he’d seen.”

“I remember,” April smiled.

Hours later, they finished their work, sighing in relief. “I’m ready to go to the lair,” Gaia mumbled. April nodded, yawning. Gaia grabbed her hand, and April felt a surge of energy better than caffeine.

“Can you do that to yourself?” she asked, gathering up her things and shoving them into her backpack.

“Sometimes,” Gaia said wistfully. “Not enough. It’s like a catch.”

They descended to the underground and arrived at the turnstiles,  and Mikey was already waiting. He lifted both of them, giggling, carrying them down the stairs, chattering about a cake he was baking. April saw Donnie out of the corner of her eye and waved. He waved back perkily.

April wiggled until she was on her feet, skipping over to the couch. She noticed that the boys were watching another episode of the “new” Space Heroes show. Behind her, Mikey murmured “Aww, Babe, can I soothe the cramps? Is it stabby?”

April turned her head a little and saw Mikey press his hand to Gaia’s belly just below her navel. Gaia was looking pale. “Y’know, Kitten, I keep tampons ‘n stuff in my room just for you.” And April smiled, impressed. Gaia was very good at masking pain. But Mikey could see everything. He was better than, well, anyone April knew. “Oh!” and her own thought startled her. “Mikey, I totally forgot, I have body glitter for you.” And she dug in her bag while Mike yelped like a puppy and Leo chuckled.

“Got a ballroom gown for him in there too?” Raph smirked.

Mikey lifted his chin. “Excuse you, I am a princess, I will don no mere dance outfit.”

“Noted, My Lady,” Raph saluted airily, and Donnie nearly fell off the couch laughing.