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Bayverse!Donatello Masterlist

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Domestic Dream: Love Beyond The Shadows

Doctor Marathon (Fluff)

Stargazing (Fluff)

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Donatello With A Roller Derby Girlfriend (Fluff)

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Children of Donatello (Fluff/Crack)

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[cowabungacafe]

"Those tight hugs they give you after coming home, and you just squeeze back and melt in them because they are your home"

Leonardo: After a long night of patrolling the city, Leonardo always looks forward to coming home to you. As soon as he steps foot into the lair, he seeks you out for one of his signature tight hugs. He envelops you in his arms, holding you close as if to reassure himself that you're safe and sound. And as you melt into his embrace, you can't help but feel like you're exactly where you belong, wrapped in the warmth of his love.

Raphael: Raphael may be tough on the outside, but when he comes home to you after a rough night, he can't help but let his guard down. His hugs are fierce and protective, but also filled with an overwhelming sense of love and affection. You squeeze back just as tightly, feeling all your worries and stresses melt away in his embrace. In that moment, you realize that he's not just your protector, but also your safe haven, the one person who makes you feel truly at home.

Donatello: Donatello's hugs are like a warm blanket on a cold night—comforting, reassuring, and full of love. After spending hours in his lab, working tirelessly to keep his family safe, he craves the warmth of your embrace. When he finally comes home to you, he pulls you close, holding you as if he never wants to let go. And as you squeeze back, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in his arms, you've found your home.

Michelangelo: Michelangelo's hugs are filled with boundless energy and affection, just like the vibrant personality of the party-loving turtle himself. When he comes home to you after a day of adventures, he practically tackles you with his enthusiasm, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. You can't help but laugh at his exuberance, but you also feel your heart swell with love. In his arms, you feel safe and loved, like you're exactly where you're meant to be.

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Masterlist

See those three beautiful men above? Those are my blorbos and they own my soul, and rule my life! 😍

First of all, I'd like to start by apologizing to those who followed me initially for my initial TMNT obsession hyperfixation, because I've since become a multi-fandom mess. 😅

I draw fanart and write fanfiction. I've been posting sporadically for years, but I would like to eventually get it all organized together here in my masterlist. I will separate fandoms for convenience. All my blorbo banners and graphics are made by me in Photoshop.

Requests

I take story requests for one-shots in my Asks, but ask nicely, I'm only one person and am pretty busy like 100% of the time. I do this for fun and stress relief in my limited spare time. If I choose to take your request, (I most likely will) I'll fulfill it as I have the time, whether that's in a day or 14, is at my discretion, so don't rush me. 😅 If you do have a story request, give me something to work with, a decent prompt goes a long way in inspiring my writing, more than just a few words. I write both SFW and NSFW stories, depending on your request. (If you want NSFW, you must specify you want it). Note: Since I've opened up my requests, I've since been flooded with them, so please bear with me. 😅 I also take requests for story continuations and follow-ups on my pre-existing stories, but you need to put in a request in my Asks, and give me a decent prompt idea of what it is you want to see. 🫶🏻

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Stranger Things Eddie Munson FanFictions

Requests Truth or Dare or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) Sleepy Confessions or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) The Cherry on Top or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) The Girl Next Door or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Steal My Heart, Steal My Name or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) Mean Streak or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Firelight Confessions or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) All The Things That Break Me or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) Student Body: "Winter Break" or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Friends With Benefits or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Spider-Munson or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) The Stray or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (Fluff) Stolen Kiss or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Curl Me Up, Stroke Me Slow or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW) Grease And Honey or read on AO3 (*Complete*) (NSFW)

Short Stories

The Stray (*Complete*) (Short Story) (Fluff) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Read on AO3

The Girl Next Door (*Complete*) (Short Story) (NSFW) All 5 Chapters In One Read on AO3

Longer Reads

Student Body (*Complete*) (NSFW) Chapter One: “Army Crawling” Chapter Two: “Pushing Boundaries” Chapter Three: “Extra Credit” Chapter Four: “Post-Nut Clarity” Chapter Five: “Seal the Deal” Chapter Six: “Two Steps Forward, One Step Back” Chapter Seven: “Unlawful Detention and Other Rewards” Chapter Eight: “Pillow Talk” Chapter Nine: “Exit Ticket” Chapter Ten: “Class of ‘86, Baby!” (Part One) Chapter Ten: “Class of ‘86, Baby!” (Part Two) Read on AO3 More Student Body Student Body: "Winter Break" or read on AO3 (*One Shot*) (NSFW)

Grease and Honey (*Complete*) (NSFW) Chapter One: "New Girl, Same Grind" Chapter Two: “Morning Regular” Chapter Three: “Check Engine Light” Chapter Four: “Ignition” Chapter Five: “Misfires” Chapter Six: “Under the Hood” Chapter Seven: “Routine Maintenance” Chapter Eight: “Overheated Wear and Tear” Chapter Nine: “Final Inspection” Chapter Ten: “Green Light”

And They Were Roommates (*Ongoing*) (NSFW) Chapter One: “Moving In” Chapter Two: “Our First Day” Chapter Three: “Awful Documentaries” Chapter Four: “Band Practice” Chapter Five: “Blindsided” Chapter Six: “The Entreaty” Chapter Seven: “The Blind Date” Chapter Eight: “A Man On A Mission” Chapter Nine: “Late Night Chicken & Other Cruel Tortures” Chapter Ten: “Side B Confessions” Chapter Eleven: “Airing Out Dirty Laundry” Chapter Twelve: “Redemption, Bras, and Burnt Toast” Chapter Thirteen: “Walk of Triumph (And Slight Shame)” Chapter Fourteen: “All Tangled Up” Chapter Fifteen: “Costumes and Catastrophes” Chapter Sixteen: “Sanctuary in the Storm” Chapter Seventeen: “The Hellfire Club™” Chapter Eighteen: “Man Flu” Chapter Nineteen: “Soup, Sickness, Stardom” Chapter Twenty: “A Feast for the Dysfunctional” Chapter Twenty One: “For Keeps” Chapter Twenty Two: "Title TBD" *Coming Soon* Read on AO3

TMNT FanFictions

Resonance Series The Harmonic Equation (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Donatello) * Chapter One: "Frequency Unknown" * Chapter Two: "Harmonic Anomaly" * Chapter Three: "A Song For Two" * Read on AO3 The Feral Harmony (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Raphael) * Chapter One: "Discordant Duet" * Chapter Two: "Reverb of Fate and Fire" * Chapter Three: "Dissonance and Desire" * Chapter Four: "The Savage Interval" * Read on AO3 The Silent Duet (*Complete*) (NSFW) / (Leonardo) * Chapter One: “The Muted Muse” * Chapter Two: “Nocturne for the Marked” * Chapter Three: “The Echo Labyrinth” * Chapter Four: “The Siren’s Pulse” * Chapter Five: “The Rising Crescendo” * Chapter Six: “Clash in C Minor” * Read on AO3 The Golden Melody (*Coming Soon*) (NSFW) / (Michelangelo) * Coming Soon

[stellaspectral]

Smitten Isn’t the Half of It (fluff)

💜 Bayverse Donatello/Female Reader 💜

A/N: Sequel to Shell Shocked and Smitten!

I’d normally post this type of story to AO3. However, since it’s a direct sequel to a request made here on Tumblr, I felt it was only right to share it with you all on this platform first. So please don’t mind the length; I really wanted to dig into Donnie and the reader’s relationship, build it up, and give it a (hopefully) satisfying resolution.

I’m dedicating this fic to @coffeemarie25 💜🐢

Enjoy!! 😊

CWs: Mostly fluff, with a later scene depicting some brief descriptive violence as well as harassment and verbal threats/intimidation. All characters are aged-up.

You wake up to the smell of coffee and the faint, unmistakable aroma of pizza leftovers.

Sunlight filters through the blinds in thin, uneven stripes. For a moment, you just lie there, cocooned in your blanket, trying to remember why your cheeks feel warm and your stomach feels weirdly fluttery. Then you remember the giant mutant turtles in your living room last night.

You sit up, squinting into the fuzzy void of your room. You reach for your glasses on the nightstand, put them on, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Outside, in the hallway, you hear movement. Light footfalls, like someone is trying very hard to move quietly.

You dress, pulling a casual loose sweatshirt over your tank top, and pad out of your room. You peek around the corner—and see Donnie in the kitchen. On the counter in front of him is what appears to be the busted electric kettle, completely disassembled, along with some tools.

“Oh,” you say, your voice still thick with sleep. “You’re doing surgery on the kettle.”

Donnie startles and looks up fast, glasses slipping down his snout, his eyes widening behind the lenses. “You’re awake! Uh, hi.” He waves—awkwardly, adorably—then glances at the kettle. “Yeah, sorry. April said it shorted out last week, and I thought I’d try to fix it while we were waiting for you to wake up. I didn’t mean to just … commandeer your countertop.”

You blink. “You brought tools?”

“Always,” he says. “Never know when you’ll need a micro-soldering iron.” There’s a few beats of silence, and then he says, “Your mascara’s not smudged this time.”

You blink. He looks immediately mortified, like his mouth opened before he could stop it.

“I—I didn’t mean that like that. I just—last night—I mean, not that you looked bad, you just looked … sad. But now you don’t. You look … better? Not that you didn’t look good before, because you did, I just meant—”

You hold up a hand, chuckling. “Donnie. Stop. It’s okay.”

He clamps his mouth shut and rubs at the back of his neck, clearly fighting the urge to disappear into his own shell. “April made coffee before she left for work,” he says, nodding towards the pot.

You head for the kitchen, grateful for the distraction—for both your sakes. “Coffee sounds great.”

You’re acutely aware of his presence, the sheer size of him filling your small kitchen. He’s hunched over the counter as he works. But even then, his shell brushes the bottom of the overhead cabinets. It’s a space clearly not built for six-foot-plus mutant turtles. You grab your favorite mug—the oversized one with a grumpy cat on it—and prepare your coffee.

Leaning your hip against the counter, you blow on the steam rising from the mug. “You always fix random appliances when you crash at someone’s place? Because I’ve got a blender that screams when I use it.”

He laughs softly, some of the tension in his shoulders easing. “The screaming is probably a high-frequency oscillation from worn motor bearings,” he explains, not missing a beat. His long, three-fingered hands move with surprising dexterity, re-seating a tiny component inside the kettle’s base. “I could probably fix that, too. Might need to fabricate a new housing for the armature, though.”

You just stare at him, taking a sip of your coffee. “Right. Armature. So, is the patient going to live?” You gesture to the kettle.

A genuine, brilliant smile breaks out across his face. “Oh, definitely. It was just a blown thermal fuse connected to the auto-shutoff. Whoever designed this thing ran the wiring too close to the heating element’s primary coil. A simple design flaw, really. I’m rerouting it with some insulated wiring and replacing the fuse. It’ll be better than new.”

He says it all so fast, his hands gesturing excitedly, pointing out tiny components with the tip of a precision screwdriver. You lean in, utterly captivated. Not by the explanation—you didn’t understand a word after “thermal fuse.” But by the way his eyes light up, the way his voice loses its hesitant edge and gains a smooth, confident cadence.

He is completely in his element.

“You really love this stuff, don’t you?” you ask.

He pauses, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Yeah,” he says, his voice softer now. “Making things work. Figuring out the puzzle. It’s ... satisfying.” He picks up a small part with a pair of tweezers, his large hand impossibly delicate.

You watch his hands. They’re huge, powerful, covered in scaly green skin, and yet they move with the grace of a surgeon. A thought, unbidden and surprising, pops into your head: He has nice hands.

Before you can get any weirder, you hear your phone blaring its ringtone from your room. You jolt, nearly sloshing coffee over the rim of your mug. “Crap, sorry—hang on.” You set down the mug and hurry to your phone and check the ID: it’s your boss. You swipe to answer, pressing the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, just checking if you’re still good for the meeting?” he says. “We moved it up to noon. Hope that’s not a problem.”

You wince; you’d forgotten all about it. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be ready.”

“Great. Don’t forget the presentation slides.”

You mumble a thanks for the reminder and hang up. The second the call ends, your heart rate kicks up. Not from stress this time, but from the sudden realization that a very large, very genius turtle is still in your kitchen. You take a second to pull your hair up into a messy bun in the mirror before heading back out.

Donnie glances up when you return, head tilting just slightly like he’s checking your expression before asking, “Everything okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. Just work stuff. I’ve got a meeting soon.”

“Then I’ll get out of your hair. Just wanted to finish the kettle and—y’know, not be in the way.”

You open your mouth, then pause. In the way? The image of him at the counter, sleeves rolled (metaphorically) up, fingers busy and brow furrowed in concentration—it didn’t feel like in the way.

It felt like the opposite.

“You’re not,” you say before you can overthink it. “I mean, you’re not in the way. At all.”

He blinks at you, then lowers his gaze quickly, but not before you catch the shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks. That’s … nice to hear.”

After you finish your coffee, you rinse the mug out in the sink, hands working on autopilot while your mind spins in a thousand different directions—most of which are still stuck on the way Donnie smiled at you.

It’s not the first time you’ve seen that smile. He wore it last night too, right after you offered him a blanket and he pretended not to need one, even though it was obviously too cold in the living room. But this morning, in the clear light of day, it lands differently.

He lands differently.

You go back to your room to change. After throwing on a pair of slacks and a blouse, you swipe on a quick flick of eyeliner and check that your earrings match. You throw your laptop bag over your shoulder and head towards the apartment door with every intention of leaving for work.

But you hesitate, your hand hovering over the knob.

Your heart does that annoying thing again—light and fast, like it knows something you haven’t admitted to yourself yet. Work is waiting. Slides, meetings, the usual chaos. But your head’s still half in the kitchen. With him.

With Donnie.

You glance over your shoulder to look at him still fiddling with the kettle. He’s talking softly to himself as he works. You’ve only known him for a single night, but it feels longer. Your chest tightens in that peculiar, fluttery way again. It’s ridiculous, you think, getting all twisted up over someone you just met.

Someone who, strictly speaking, shouldn’t exist. And yet, there he is. Filling your kitchen like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe it is natural. At least, it feels that way.

You breathe out through your nose, a shaky little thing that sounds more like a sigh. Then you straighten up and turn the knob. Half open the door. “Hey,” you call over your shoulder, not looking back yet, “will you still be here when I get back?”

There’s a pause, then the sound of tools being set down. “You want me to stick around?”

You finally glance back, hand still on the doorknob. He’s standing a little taller now, watching you like he’s trying not to hope too much.

You smile, and it’s maybe too soft for how casual you’re pretending to be. “Yeah. If you’re not busy … I wouldn’t mind.”

Donnie tilts his head, and something warm flickers behind his eyes. “Then I’ll be here.”

You nod once, try not to beam like an idiot, and slip out the door before you can say anything more embarrassing. As you walk down the hall, your heart thuds and you feel a little breathless. Your mind should be on work, on presentations and deadlines.

But all you can think about is how he said I’ll be here.

You take the stairs instead of the elevator—partly because the elevator in your building is a coin toss of mechanical doom. But mostly because your brain needs the rhythm of movement to organize the chaos inside it. You wrap your fingers tighter around the strap of your laptop bag, boots echoing softly against the stairwell concrete, and try to will your pulse back to something approaching normal.

It doesn’t work.

You’re still thinking about him. Donatello.

Donnie.

There’s a warmth blooming under your ribs like a slow-burning ember, one that’s been growing since last night but feels incandescent now, after that moment by the door. The way he looked at you when he asked, You want me to stick around? Like the question itself was risky. Like the answer mattered more than it should.

You’re not someone who falls fast. Not usually. So why is your brain already replaying every second of this morning like some lovesick rom-com montage?

You don’t know what this is. Not yet. But as you step out on to the crowded street, one thought circles in your mind like a truth you’re still learning to hold.

You want to come home to him.

It’s been three weeks since the Great Turtle Invasion of your apartment, and somehow, life has settled into a weirdly comfortable new normal. They still crash at your place now and then, but they’ve also invited you to their lair more than once. Sure, it’s in the sewers—but who cares? You’d gladly put up with a few questionable smells if it means spending more time with Donnie.

You’re currently glaring at your laptop, which is displaying nothing but a black screen with a single, mocking, blinking cursor. “You will not defeat me,” you murmur to the inanimate object. “I have a deadline. My editor will turn me into a human pretzel if I don’t get these pages in soon.”

Your frustration must be radiating outwards, because a quiet voice cuts through your monologue of threats. “Technical difficulties?”

You turn to see Donnie standing there, wiping his hands on a rag. He’s ditched his suspenders for a simple tool belt slung low on his hips, and a pair of high-tech goggles are pushed up onto his forehead, nestled just above his purple bandana. Your heart, the traitorous organ, does a little flip-flop.

It’s been doing that a lot lately whenever he’s near.

“It’s dead,” you sigh, slumping in your seat. “Completely unresponsive. It’s like it saw my to-do list and decided to nope right out of existence.”

He comes closer, leaning over your shoulder to inspect the screen. You’re hyper-aware of his proximity, the solid presence of his arm just inches from yours, the way his shadow falls over you.

“It’s not dead,” he says, his voice a reassuring rumble next to your ear. “The boot sector is probably corrupted. A common but frustrating issue.” He straightens up, a thoughtful expression on his face. “May I?”

You nod, gesturing to the laptop with a sweep of your hand. “Be my guest. If you can save it, there’s a slice of chicken and mushroom pizza with Roma tomatoes in it for you.”

A small smile touches his lips. “A worthy prize.” He carefully picks up the laptop and carries it over to his workshop corner. “Come on,” he says, glancing back at you.

You follow him over, perching on a stool he keeps nearby as he sets the laptop down. He pulls a keyboard out from under the table, plugs cables into your computer, and his fingers fly across the keys. You watch, fascinated. You see the subtle ripple of muscle in his arms as he works, the sheer competence he exudes.

Donnie doesn’t need to tell you he’s smart; it’s clear in every precise movement, every quiet, confident keystroke.

“Okay,” he murmurs after a few minutes, not looking away from his screen. “I’m creating a partition to access the primary drive without engaging the corrupted boot file. Should be able to pull your data. What’s the name of the file you need?”

“Uh, ‘Final Draft - No Really This Time v.7’,” you say, feeling a little sheepish.

He chuckles, types for another moment, and then his monitor flickers with your desktop. You see your meticulously organized folders, your embarrassing desktop wallpaper of a cat in a shark costume, and the document you were just working on.

“Oh my god, you’re a wizard,” you breathe, relief washing over you in a powerful wave.

“Just a humble technician,” he says, but you see the pleased dark-green flush creep up his neck. “Would it be … presumptuous of me to run a diagnostic on the file itself? Just to make sure the crash didn’t damage it.”

“Okay,” you agree, your heart thumping from how close you are.

He does his thing, running a scan to check the file’s integrity. “All clear. I should probably scan your other documents, just in case, before we move on to the data back-up.”

You nod, resting your elbows on the table as you watch him. “Sure. You’ve already rescued my career once today. Might as well make it a two-for-one.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, that warm little chuckle you’ve come to recognize that’s equal parts flattered and bashful. His fingers tap out a few more commands on the keyboard. You try not to stare, but it’s hard not to.

“So,” you ask, voice quieter now, “do you do this for all your friends? Tech support, appliance resurrection, emotionally delicate computer interventions?”

He tilts his head without looking up, but you see the smile tug at the corner of his mouth again. “Only the ones I like.”

You blink, a beat skipping in your chest. “Oh.”

That tiny smile turns into something wider, more open, but still shy. “Was that … too much?” he asks, finally glancing sideways at you. His hazel eyes catch the low light, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.

You shake your head slowly, lips curling upward. “No,” you say, just above a whisper. “It was exactly right.”

The silence that follows is calm. Safe. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. Your knees are almost touching now, and you don’t bother shifting to create space—because you like this space. You like him in this space.

He clears his throat, inputting the last command. “There. All files are safe, diagnostics clean. Your laptop lives to sass you another day.”

“My hero,” you murmur, with a smile you don’t bother hiding.

“You’re welcome,” he says, and he sounds a little proud. A little nervous. A little like he wants to say more.

“Donnie,” you say, and you reach out, placing your hand over his on the table. His skin is cool and smooth, and his hand stills completely under yours. He slowly turns his hand over, his fingers curling gently around yours. His palm is surprisingly soft.

His eyes meet yours. There’s no witty retort, no technical explanation. There’s just a quiet understanding that crackles in the space between you.

“Thank you,” you say, and you know you’re not just talking about the laptop anymore.

“Anytime,” he breathes as his thumb sweeps softly across the back of your hand.

You look at his kind, intelligent face, at the way his shy smile is starting to bloom. And you realize with a sudden, startling clarity that you’re not just crushing on the giant turtle who is good with computers. You’re falling for him.

Hard.

Donnie is a portrait of intense concentration, his brow furrowed and his hands a blur of motion over a tangle of wires and circuit boards at his makeshift workshop. A sharp sizzle, followed by a frustrated grunt that he probably thinks is silent, finally makes you give up the pretense of reading the book in your lap.

“Everything okay over there, Edison?” you ask from your perch on your apartment couch.

He looks up, pushing his glasses up his nose. The intensity in his hazel eyes softens when they land on you. “I’ve hit a snag. I’m trying to recalibrate the shell-cell communicators I recently invented, but the amplification circuit keeps overloading. For the regulator coil, I need a more resilient filament. Niobium-titanium alloy, preferably.” He says this as if he’s asking for a simple cup of sugar.

You blink. “Right. Niobium-whatsit. And you don’t have that back at the lair?”

A dark green flush, which you’ve come to adore, creeps up his neck. “Well, no.”

You stand up and stretch. “So, where does one procure this magical filament?”

He pulls up a map on his wrist-mounted device, projecting a holographic display into the air between you. “There’s an old electronics surplus store downtown. Al’s Electronic Wonderland. According to their online inventory—which is shockingly well-maintained for a place that still uses a dot-matrix printer for receipts—they have three spools in stock.”

“Consider it a noble quest,” you say, grabbing your coat. “I shall venture forth and retrieve thy filament.”

His face clouds over with a worry so profound it seems to physically weigh him down. He takes a step toward you, his enormous frame suddenly blocking the path to the door. “Wait. You’re going alone? Right now?” he asks as you zip up your coat.

“It’s the middle of the afternoon, Donnie,” you say, trying to sound more casual than you feel under his intense, concerned gaze. “I’ll be fine.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he insists, his voice low and serious. “I’ve been monitoring the Foot’s comms chatter. They’ve been more active in that sector for the last forty-eight hours. It’s not safe. Let me go. Or at least wait until nightfall and I can come with you.”

You reach out and place a hand on his arm. “You need to finish this,” you say, nodding towards his project. “And I refuse to let anyone intimidate me into not running an errand in my own city. I’ll be quick. In and out.” You give his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I promise. I’ll be careful.”

He searches your face for a long moment, his jaw tight. You can see the internal battle playing out behind his glasses—the logician warring with the protector. Finally, he lets out a slow breath. “Okay,” he says, the word heavy with unease. “But make sure you take your phone. And call me if anything—I mean anything—seems off.”

You nod, curling your fingers around the edge of his arm a moment longer before stepping back. “Deal,” you breathe, and his hand hovers midair for a second—like he wants to pull you back—but doesn’t.

You grab your phone and keys, tucking them into your bag as Donnie returns reluctantly to his workstation. Opening the door, you pause, catching his gaze for a moment. You give him a reassuring smile before slipping into the hallway.

You find Al’s Electronic Wonderland tucked behind a row of shuttered shops. You step inside, the bell above the door chiming. Al—according to his nametag—is sitting behind the counter. He waves at you without looking up from his crossword puzzle book.

You find the filament quickly, tucked in a bin near the back of the store. You grab them all and head to the front.

“Fancy stuff,” Al grunts. “You building a death ray or somethin’?”

Now that you think about it, you’re not sure if Al might be kidding or not. “Something like that,” you say with a smile that’s meant to be disarming.

You pay cash, not wanting to deal with the ancient card reader, and leave with the spools secured in your bag. Quest successful!

You check the time on your phone; the sun is dipping lower in the sky. You decide to take a shortcut through a familiar alley to shave a few minutes off your walk home, your mind already set on seeing Donnie’s smile when you present him with your bounty.

The alley is empty, cast in the long shadows of dusk. Your footsteps echo off the brick walls. Halfway through, a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision makes you tense. You slow your pace, your heart beating a little faster. Probably just a stray cat, you try to convince yourself.

Then a figure drops from a fire escape in front of you, landing in a silent crouch. Another emerges from the deep shadows of a dumpster behind you. Before you can say anything, two more step out from recessed doorways, effectively boxing you in. They are all dressed in black tactical gear, their faces obscured by menacing masks.

The Foot Clan. You’ve only seen them on the news reports April showed you, grainy footage of black-clad blurs. They’re much more terrifying in person.

Your heart launches itself into your throat, Donnie’s warning screaming in your head. I should have listened. Oh god, I should have listened!

“Look what we have here,” one of them rasps, his voice distorted by the mask. He takes a step forward. “A little lamb, lost from her flock.”

You take a step back. “I’m just … heading home,” you say, voice even but pitched loud enough to carry. “I don’t want any trouble.” Your hand slips into your bag, fingers fumbling for your phone.

The leader chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. “You’ve been seen with them. The freaks.” He tilts his head. “We think you know where to find them. And you’re going to tell us.”

Your blood runs cold. This isn’t a random mugging. They know. They’ve been watching you. Watching the apartment. Your fingers finally close around your phone. Donnie’s contact is on speed dial; you just need a second.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, pulling your hand from your bag, trying to keep the phone concealed in your palm.

“Liar.” The word is a hiss. The ninja in front of you lunges. You cry out as his hand clamps down on your wrist, his grip like iron. The one behind you grabs your other arm, wrenching it back. Your bag drops to the ground, your phone clattering beside it.

“No!” you yell, struggling against them.

The leader stoops down, ignoring your bag, and picks up your phone. He glances at the screen, which is still lit up. A cruel smirk is audible in his voice. “Look at this. Speed dial for ‘Donnie.’ How sweet.” He holds the phone up. “Let’s call him, shall we? Let him hear you scream.”

Panic, white-hot and absolute, sears through you. Before he can press the button, you do the only thing you can think of. You stomp down, hard, on the foot of the ninja holding your arm. He grunts in pain, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second. It’s enough. You wrench your arm free, pivot, and slam your elbow into the mask of the one behind you.

It’s a clumsy, desperate move, and it buys you maybe two seconds before they’re on you again. One of them pushes you to the ground. As the leader raises your phone to his masked face, a sound cuts through the alley—a high-pitched whistle, followed by a thunderous CRACK.

Something long and wooden smashes into the leader’s hand. Your phone goes flying, skittering across the ground. The ninja cries out, stumbling back.

Donnie is between you and them, his staff held ready. He rises to his full, intimidating height, his face a mask of cold fury you’ve never seen before. This isn’t the gentle tinkerer from your kitchen. This isn’t the shy genius who blushes when you smile at him.

“Let. Her. Go,” he snarls, his voice a low, rumbling growl.

For a second, the Foot soldiers just stare, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of a giant turtle warrior. Then, recovering, they draw their weapons.

What happens next is a blur. Donnie moves with a speed that seems impossible for his size, deflecting, blocking, and striking his opponents. There’s the thwack of wood against bone, the grunt of a ninja being thrown against a brick wall, the sharp clang of a sword being sent flying.

And in less than a minute, it’s over. Two ninjas are unconscious on the ground. The other two, including the leader, scramble away, disappearing into the shadows like the cockroaches they are.

The sudden silence is deafening. The only sounds are your own ragged breathing and the heavy, controlled breaths from Donnie. He stands over the fallen ninjas for a second, staff held tight, making sure they’re no longer a threat.

Then, he turns to you.

The fury on his face vanishes in an instant, replaced by a wave of raw, undisguised terror. In two long strides, he’s in front of you in a crouch, his large hands hovering over your arms, your face. As if he’s afraid to touch you, afraid you might break.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice cracking. “Did they hurt you?” His eyes, wide and frantic, scan every inch of you.

You can only shake your head, your voice caught in your throat. Now that the adrenaline is fading, you’re starting to tremble. “I’m—I’m okay,” you manage to whisper. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” he chokes out. His hands finally land on your shoulders, his touch incredibly gentle. “I was tracking your phone’s GPS since you left the store. I saw you turn into the alley and I just … I had a bad feeling.” His voice drops, thick with emotion. “When I saw them … when they had you …” He can’t finish the sentence. He just shakes his head.

You look up at him, at this brilliant, brave, terrified turtle who just fought off four trained assassins for you. And all the feelings you’ve been trying to keep neatly packed away just spill over.

“Donnie,” you breathe, and you reach up, your hand cupping his cheek. His skin is cool and smooth. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I was so stupid,” you murmur. “I should have listened to you.”

“No,” he says, his eyes opening, pinning you with their intensity. “No, this is my fault. I never should have let you go alone. I knew it was a risk. I can’t …” He swallows hard. “I can’t let anything happen to you. I just … can’t.”

There it is. In his voice, in his eyes. More than friendship. More than protective instinct. It’s the same feeling that’s been taking root in your own chest for weeks.

“Why?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper, though you already know the answer.

You just need to hear it.

He looks down at your arm—at the hand cradling his face—then back to your eyes. The last of his warrior’s facade crumbles, leaving only the shy, brilliant, wonderful Donnie you’ve come to know. A blush spreads across his cheeks.

“Because,” he says, his voice soft and trembling slightly. “Because you listen when I talk about armature housings, or filament conductivity thresholds, or the proper decibel range for ultrasonic echolocation calibration—and you don’t laugh. You ask questions, you care. You see me, not just the shell, and …” He gestures vaguely at himself. “… all this.”

Your heart stutters, then gallops. You blink fast, trying not to cry—because crying now would just ruin everything, and this moment is already teetering on the edge of perfection.

He gently clasps your hand, still cupped against his cheek, holding it there like it’s something sacred. “I’ve been in a thousand close calls,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper, “but nothing has ever scared me like the thought of losing you.”

That’s it.

That’s the line that snaps something loose in your chest. All the fear, all the tension, all the guarded caution you’ve held onto around him dissolves like mist.

“I was scared too,” you say, your other hand joining the first, framing his face. “Scared of what I was feeling. Of how fast it was happening. Of how real you are to me. But now? I’m just scared of not saying it.”

His brow creases in a mix of hope and awe. “Saying what?”

“That I’m falling for you. All the way. No backup plan. No buffer.”

There’s a pause. A heartbeat. His eyes search yours like he’s trying to make sure this is real. That you’re real. That he heard you right.

And then he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for days, his shoulders slumping in relief. “You’re not the only one,” he says. “I’ve been falling since the second you offered me a blanket and told me my goggles were cool.”

You laugh—a shaky sound—and he leans down, just a little, just enough.

“The truth is,” he says, pausing to take a shuddering breath, before continuing, “I don’t think I’m merely just falling for you, I think—no. I know I’m falling in love with you.”

Your heart stops. And then it starts again, a wild, soaring thing in your chest. Tears prick your eyes, but they’re not from fear. They’re from a joy so overwhelming it feels like it might burst out of you.

“For the record,” you whisper, your lips just inches from his, “I’m in love with the way you get flustered when I compliment you. And the way you make me feel safe, even when I’m being an idiot. And because you have the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

His breath catches, and for a moment, neither of you moves.

Then, he leans in the rest of the way, and your lips meet.

The world goes quiet. No more distant sirens, no more thudding adrenaline in your ears. Just the warmth of his mouth on yours—soft, tentative, and so achingly real. His hands frame your face like you’re something rare and precious, and your fingers curl gently at the edges of his shell. It’s a kiss full of all the things he can’t say fast enough.

And everything you didn’t know how to ask for until now.

You kiss him back, slowly, deliberately, and you feel the tension in his body melt. When you finally part, you stay close, foreheads resting together, breathing each other in.

“So,” you murmur with a small smile, “was that a diagnostic, or a full system reboot?”

He lets out a breathy, amazed laugh. “Definitely a reboot. System’s online. Possibly overheating.”

You giggle softly, and the sound makes his entire expression light up again. His thumb brushes along your jaw, reverent and unhurried. “I meant what I said,” he whispers. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“I know,” you say. And you do.

You believe him.

He helps you to your feet, carefully checking you over again, his touch featherlight but lingering. You brush the dirt off your coat and retrieve the fallen bag. He reclaims your phone from the ground, wipes it clean with a cloth from his belt, and hands it to you with a sheepish look.

“Still works,” he says. “Unlike my circulatory system. Pretty sure it shorted out when you kissed me.”

“Better get used to that,” you tease, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as you both turn toward the street.

He offers you his hand, and you take it, linking your fingers with his. Together, you start walking back towards your apartment. There’s no rush.

Because Donnie’s hand in yours feels like the beginning of everything.

[hotheadedhero]

TMNT x Reader Masterlist

Request status: Closed!

If/When they open again, please refer to the rules before making a request! And feel free to ask me anything should you have any questions 💖

Updated: 5th June 2025

2003

All Boyos

Reacting to Pregnant S/O

De-Stress Methods

Baby Bump

Leonardo

Exception

Raphael

Baby Jitters (Comfort)

2007

All Boyos

Favourite Kisses

Leonardo

All That's Left (Angst)

2012

All Boyos

Why They Fall/Favourite Feature

S/O That Swears... a Lot (Crack?)

Learning Curves

Boob Behaviour (Slightly Suggestive)

Caught Single-Handed (18+)

Raphael

Love at First Fight

Donatello

In Unrequited Love (Angst/Happy Ending) Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Bayverse (2014/16)

All Boyos

Turtles x Ballerina (Fluff)

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret (Angst) Part 1 - Part 2

Kiss Me (Fluff)

Affectionate Biting

Raphael

Daft Pretty Boys (Fluff/Angst)

Preoccupied (18+)

Donatello

Consequence of Dilatory Behaviour (Angst)

Michelangelo

Crushing New Dreams (Angst)

The Velvet Weaver Part 1 - Part 2

Rise (2018)

All Boyos

Pros/Cons of Your Relationship

Hug Headcanons

Raphael

Like 'em Big (Series) Part 1 - Part 2

Sucker Punch my Heart (Headcanon)

Threshold (Angst)

Donatello

A Dichotomy in Donnie's Dearest (Fluff)

Science vs Mystic (Angsty)

Rise Movie (2022)

All Boyos

Past Days, Future Pain (Angst)

[imababblekat]

◌ Bayverse TmnT Master List ◌

◉◌*Disclaimer; All TmnT Boy's Are Aged Up Adults In My Writings*◌◉

~xXx~

Leonardo:

So Close

Raphael:

A Rare Sight Vicarious Happiness Pushing Buttons Delirium? Getting You Air Raphael W/ A Feisty S/O Hc's Big Red's Big Secret

Donatello:

Safety Taking Care Of A Baby Mutant Turtle Hc's Scatter Brained Scars That Bind

Michelangelo:

Under The Full Moon

Multiple:

Chase Caught (Chase Pt 2) Not A Webs Chance Oops TmnT Boy’s Meeting Aprils New Roomie Hc's TmnT Boy's Reactions To Aprils Roomie Dressing Nice Hc's Worth Promises? To Catch A Turtle Bayverse TmnT X Thankful Reader Hc’s Bayverse TmnT X Goth Lesbian Friend Hc's Ways The TmnT Boy's Annoy Their S/O Hc's Bayverse Tmnt X Spiderman Reader; Spiderverse HC's Accidental Eavesdropping Bayverse TmnT X Touchy Reader Hc's Bayverse TmnT X Reader; Jealousy Hc's Bayverse TmnT X Trans-man Reader; Hc's Bayverse TmnT X Reader; Injury Hc's Bayverse TmnT X Reptile Enthusiast Reader Hc's

~xXx~

[redsrooftopprincess]

💚 Master Post 💚

✨ASK RULES✨

Asks closed for now. HOWEVER. The Bruiser has agreed to answer questions as long as you follow the rules and aren't a dick. 😁

So you've found your way here! Welcome welcome, from me and the Bruiser. 😁

Here you will find fics and headcanons about Big Red and occasionally the rest of the boys. All the boys, et al, are a combination of a lot of different canons, as well as my own personal headcanons. Visually, however, they are Bayverse because...

(Thank you ILM, for all that you do. 🥵)

I have some spicy stuff, and I do repost things that are spicy. I will do my best to put warnings on anything that needs it, but if you see something that may trigger someone and there isn't a warning, please lmk so I can fix it.

Also, my style will occasionally change. I've never written narratively before now (just some poetry here and there), so congratulations! You get to watch me learn how to write in real time! 😅

That being said, I'm not your mommy (well, not *yours*, anyway 😏), so if you're a minor, GTFO. I'm responsible for neither your trauma, nor your deviancy, and that will not be changing. So either go away or don't get caught.

Anyway, without further guilding of my very tarnished lily.....

Links for joy and pain below the cut!

Character art for Jess (Red's princess), done by @truffle-draws-turtles 🥰

Gravity Fics

Raphael x Reader (Technically)

There is an overall story happening loosely and in out of order pieces that will eventually be cleaned up and combined into one. They are technically written with my OC, Jess, in mind (link to a bit about her below), but I have written them x reader and have done my best to make them gender neutral as much as I can. Expect continuity errors, which is why I'm posting them as individual fics, but they are posted in rough story order below.

Best Friends

Early

Nightmare

Damn it

Kintsugi

Stay

Falling

Nightmare Part 2

Soldier (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2

Sunlight

Assassin (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5

Coming Home (Fem Reader) Part 1, Part 2

Gravity - Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3

Marked (gn reader)

Other Fics

Pumpkin Sugar Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️Fem!Reader)

Sunglasses (Teen Turtles, Bro Fic)

Oneshots

Where There's Smoke 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (AFAB Reader)

Christmas in August 🌶️

Sleeping Beauty

Hot Blood (AFAB Fem Reader) 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Distraction 💜

Hidden Talent

Bird

Awkward

Monster 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Turned Tables 🧡

Crushed 🧡

Poetic Justice

Mountains and Sunsets and You

Rough Night

Valentine (Fem!Reader)

Chills

Demi

Shackles 🌶️🌶️ (FemAFAB reader)

Maybe they have a point

Memory

Headcanons

Disabilities ♥️💙💜🧡

Secret Swiftie ♥️

Sleeping ♥️💙💜🧡

Drugs ♥️💙💜🧡

Witchy Shit ♥️💙💜🧡

Sweets ♥️💙💜🧡

Renfaire (Renaissance Festival) ❤️💙💜🧡

Twinsies!!! ❤️💙💜🧡

Gender and Sexuality ❤️💙💜🧡

AuDHD Reader ❤️💙💜🧡

OC Stuff

Jess, According to Jess! (and Me 😈)

Crush

Asks of my own

Happy Bruiser

Jess Art by @truffle-draws-turtles

....

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Thanks for dropping by, and for all the love you've been showing my little psychosis.

Much love, from me and the big guy. 🥰

[pokespe-rainbow]

Spiderman!Reader Masterlist

Introduction Arc:

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

Second Arc

Part 6 , Part 7

[katanablue]

Key-

💕Fluff/Romantic

❣️Suggestive

❤️‍🔥Smut

❤️‍🩹Angst

🖤Dark

Silly Little Posts

Blurbs

Any Variation

Dragon Shifters/ RoyalxRoyal💙❤️💜🧡💕

Painting Their Shell 💙❤️💜🧡

Caught Wet Handed💙❤️‍🔥

One More, I Promise ❤️❤️‍🔥

Same Time💜❤️‍🔥

Next Time 🧡❤️‍🔥

You Like Me? Really? 💙❤️💜🧡💕

Thanks I Like Your…💙❤️💜🧡💕

My Brother Thinks You’re Cute💙❤️💜🧡💕

Goth S.O💙❤️💜🧡

Tall S.O💙❤️💜🧡💕

Burlesque Dancer S.O💙❤️💜🧡

Love Language is Cooking💙❤️💜🧡💕

The Blue Dress 💙💕❣️

A Sweet Innocent Crush💙💕❣️

Babysitting Adventures💙💕

Friendly I.T Tech Support💜💕

Secrets❤️❤️‍🩹

Diff Types of Intimacy 💙❤️💜🧡💕❣️

Goth S.O💙❤️💜🧡

Burlesque Dancer S.O💙❤️💜🧡

I Hate You?❤️

You Can Take It ❤️❤️‍🔥

Secretly Fit 💙

Dancing in the Kitchen🧡💕

Aggressive Love❤️💕

O.F❤️❤️‍🔥/ Cont. By @theyhavetakenovermylife

Burlesque Dancer S.O💙❤️💜🧡

Happy Birthday❤️❤️‍🔥

Mating Season💙❤️‍🔥

Barbarian!HCs❤️ (some angst and light smut)

[blueberri-blu]

TMNT Master List ✿

♡♡♡♡

Writing Prompts

Work Title - gn!reader

Work Title - fem!reader

Work Title - masc!reader

2012

All

Music Notes ~ HCs

Some songs that make me think of the turts in love <3

Dr. Shakey Shake ~๑~

The Turts with an s/o with trembling hands

Leo

Too Much to Bear ᗒᗕ ~ Prompt 13 ~ Oneshot

When you're feeling overwhelmed with anxiety for Leo, he swoops in and helps ♡

Bullets⊃｡⁠•⁠ ~ Prompt 4 ~ Oneshot

You get shot during a mission gone wrong, and Leo made an out of place comment ♡

Understanding ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°*⁠.⁠✧ ~ HCs

You and Leo are both older siblings ♡

Raph

Gentle ✿⑅⁠˖ ~ Oneshot

Raph comes back to an adorable sight ✿

Change Ꮚ◑Ꮚ ~ Prompt 12 ~ Oneshot

You and Raph think back on his progress

Donnie

Reckless ─⁠=⁠≡

You are reckless, and are giving Donnie heart attacks

Mikey

...

Fan Edits:

...

Bayverse

All

...

Leo

Learning You... ~HCs

Headcanons on getting to know Leo ♡

Raph

Learning You... ~HCs

Headcanons on getting to know Raph ♡

Horns 𓆩♡𓆪 ~ Prompt 3 ~ Oneshot

You assure Raph of the security of your relationship

Moderately Functional๑⊹ฺ

You come home to Raph "moderately functional"

Donnie

Learning You... ~ HCs

Headcanons on getting to know Donnie ♡

Mikey

Learning You... ~ HCs

Headcanons on Getting to know Mikey ♡

Four Walls |||| ~ Prompt 7 ~ Oneshot

You have to stay in the lair, and Mikey cheers you up <3

Fan Edits:

...

ROTTMNT

All

Watch Ya' Mouth! •▽•

You & the rise Turts have a game night

Leo

Beyond the Binary ⊹ฺ๑ ~ HCs

You come out as Non binary to Leo ⊹ฺ๑

Serious \|/ ~ Prompt 6 ~ Oneshot

You and Leo talk about the Invasion

Losing It ෆ๑ ~ Prompt 1 ~ Oneshot

Leo is a cute, nervous baby <3

Tacones Rojos ♫♪

Leo with a Latina s/o

Raph

Lil' Guy╹♡╹

You are very small...And Raph is very Big♡

Donnie

Beyond the Binary ⊹ฺ๑ ~ Hcs

You come out as non binary to Donnie ⊹ฺ๑

1 Coin, 2 Sides ◉|● ~ HCs

Some HCs on you and Donnie having the 'tism

Caught in your Web ෆ ~ Oneshot

You are a spider person, and have caught feelings for the purple clad turtle ෆ

Flood after the Storm ｡⁠:ﾟ ~ Oneshot

After the Krang Invasion, you and Donnie have an intimate moment of Vulnerability ｡⁠:ﾟ

Please? 人.⁠·⁠´ ~ Oneshot

Donnie has a creative way of asking to be your Valentine 人.⁠·⁠´

I <3 Nerds ✯ ~ Oneshot, Suggestive!

A shirt is what gave you a reaction out of Donnie ✯

Not Flustered 〃〃

Flustered Donnie is best Donnie

A Doctor's Love 💉♡

You're being disrespected at work, and Donnie does something about it

Mea Vita ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡༶ ~ Series

Mikey

Another alternate universe comes back to haunt you

Chaos —✧۝

Donnie tries to understand your newfound powers

My Royal ✧～｡⁠☆ ~ HCs

Mikey finds out his s/o is.. a Yokai Royal!

Fan Edits...

Donnie ROTTMNT #1

Donnie ROTTMNT #2

Donnie ROTTMNT #3

Donnie ROTTMNT #4

Donnie ROTTMNT #5

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Bayverse!Leonardo Masterlist

Main Masterlist💚🐢 Bayverse Masterlist💚🐢

What to make a request? Check out my Request Rules💚🐢

Domestic Dream; A Turtle in the Room

You Come Home Drunk (Fluff)

Unwanted Attention

Family Camping and Sea Shells (Fluff)

"She's My Collar" (Angst) (18+)

A New World series:

A New World: part 1

A New World: part 2

A New World: part 3

A New World: part 4

A New World: part 5

A New World: part 6

A New World: part 7

A New World: part 8

A New World: part 9 - coming soon💙

Children Series:

Sons of Leonardo (Fluff/Crack-ish)

Random Facts About Romeo

Random Facts About Marcello

Random Facts About Gerardo

Random Facts About Valentina

Defending Marcello (Mild angst/Fluff)

Love Of Uncles (Fluff)

Valentina Gets A Boyfriend (Fluff?/Crack?)

Romeo’s First Patrol (Angst?/Fluff?)

In The Crossfire (Angst)

Family Pictures: Baby Romeo

Family Pictures: Baby Marcello

Leonardo Jr. (Fluff)

Your Wedding (Fluff)

[cowabungacafe]

Putting their foreheads together and just being content with each other's presence

Leonardo: Whenever Leonardo feels overwhelmed by the responsibilities of leadership or the weight of the world on his shoulders, he seeks solace in your presence. One of his favorite ways to reconnect with you is by gently resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of your touch wash over him. In those quiet moments, he finds peace and comfort, knowing that you're always there for him, no matter what.

Raphael: Despite his tough exterior, Raphael has a soft side that he only shows to those closest to him. When he's feeling particularly vulnerable or in need of reassurance, he'll seek you out and press his forehead against yours, relishing in the warmth and intimacy of the gesture. In those moments, all his worries and fears melt away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment and love for you.

Donatello: Donatello's mind is always racing with thoughts and ideas, but when he's with you, he finds a rare moment of stillness. He loves nothing more than pressing his forehead against yours, feeling the connection and understanding that passes between you without the need for words. In those quiet moments, he feels a sense of peace and tranquility, knowing that you're the one person who truly understands him.

Michelangelo: Michelangelo's boundless energy and enthusiasm can sometimes be exhausting, even for him. But when he's with you, he finds a moment of calm amidst the chaos of his daily life. Pressing his forehead against yours, he revels in the quiet intimacy of the gesture, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over him. In those precious moments, he's reminded of how lucky he is to have you by his side.

[3llio]

Event Masterlist ‣ Being Sick Sucks.

Click here to be a part of it and enter your own request!

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2012

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Leo

Raph

Donnie - friends to lovers - “Hi. I’m here to be your nurse.”

Mikey

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Bayverse

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Leo

Raph

Donnie

Mikey

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Rise

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Leo - “You’ve been sick for how long? And you didn't say anything because?”

Raph

Donnie

Mikey - hero x villain - “You need rest.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

[thefandomthings]

Masterlist #2

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Current hyperfixation: Top Gun

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Masterlist #1

Masterlist #1: Jjk, bnha, PoM, Knb, Marvel, TmnT, Obey me, Destination/Project Fear, Avatar (James Cameron), Demon slayer

Updates are every few days

Avatar the last Airbender

Kisses (Zuko x F!reader) (Fluff)

Betrayal Pt. 1 (Zuko x F/Gn!reader) (Angst)

Betrayal Pt.2 (Zuko x F/Gn!reader) (Angst)

Betrayal Pt.3 (Zuko x F!reader) (Angst/Comfort)

I'm Yours (Zuko x Gn!reader) (Coming soon) (Fluff)

Make me (Firelord!Zuko x Firelady!reader) (Coming soon) (Suggestive)

Snowballs (Aang x F!reader) (Coming soon) (Fluff)

Chances (Azula x Gn!reader) (Coming soon) (Angst)

Broken Trust (Toph x f!reader) (Coming soon) (Angst)

Trust (Zuko x Gn!reader) (Coming soon) (Angst)

Beautiful Girl (Zuko x F!reader) (Coming soon) (Fluff)

Teach Me (Zuko x F!reader) (Coming soon) (Fluff)

Legend of Korra

Tempting (Mako x F!reader) (Coming soon) (Suggestive)

Love and Deepspace

Artistic Masterpiece (Rafayel x f!reader) (Coming soon....) (Suggestive/Fluff)

Poll: Favorite Lads ML?

Song based fics:

Not good at not (Zayne x f!reader) (Coming soon...) (Suggestive/Fluff)

Angles like you (Rafayel x f!reader) (Coming soon...) (Angst)

Lads Crack:

Blocking People (Sylus & Zayne)

[cyanhydrangea]

Cyan Hydrangea's MASTERLIST

My works are all SFW and all reader insert fics uses female pronouns

TMNT x Reader

Bayverse

Unexpected - All Turtles [Headcanons] | Turtles crush has some unexpected skill despite the nature of her personality

Loneliness - All Turtles [Oneshot] | The turtle boys being your friends when you feel lonely

Reader Listens to a Foreign Song - All Turtles [Short Imagine (crack)]

Reader needs an activity - All Turtles [Dialogues]

Gift - Leonardo [Oneshot (fluff)] | You give leo a gift

Bestie! Leo - Leonardo [Short Imagine (angst)]

Leo Loves to See Your Smiles - Leonardo [Oneshot (angst)]

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Nerd(s) - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd

The Programmer's Help - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donnie helps his fellow scientist Reader with his invention

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Jealously - Michelangelo [Oneshot (crack)] | Mikey getting jealous over your obsession with your fav fictional character

Mutant Mayhem

The Anime Kid - Donatello [Oneshot] | Donatello finally finds fellow anime enthusiast in school

ROTTMNT

Raph in Love - Raphael [Short Imagine]

Binary Code - Donatello [Short Imagine]

Smile - Michelangelo [Headcanons] | Mikey tried to make his crush smile

Spy × Family

If Yor Forger is somewhat "normal" - TwiYor [Short Imagine]

Haikyuu!! x Reader

Being the smartest student - Hinata Shoyo [Short Imagine]

Call Me By My First Name - Miya Atsumu [Oneshot] | Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name.

Husband! CEO! Sakusa Kiyoomi - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Scenario]

Sakusa Kiyoomi with Gardener! Wife - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Short Imagine]

Unconventional - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot] | The way you propose a friendship with him

Warmth - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot]

Sakusa Kiyoomi Decided He Will Take Your Hand in Marriage - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot]

Sakusa Kiyoomi Don't Celebrate Birthdays - Sakusa Kiyoomi [Oneshot]

Attack on Titan x Reader

Cleaning Day ft. The Ackerman Family - Levi Ackerman [Short Scenario]

Moriarty The Patriot x Reader

For The World We're Gonna Make - Albert James Moriarty [Oneshot Songfic]

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request masterlist?

while i'm also trying to get back into writing and publishing full stories (slowly.... but surely!), in the mean time, i'd also like to write some oneshots here and there to keep my ideas going- while also practicing and improving my writing skills :D

i specialize in x reader for those who are interested in that genre :3c (i'm not the best in writing canon pairings because i enjoy and consume xreaders/self-inserts more)

i guess you could say this is my masterlist? uh.. i don't know honestly, this is a first for me... but here are some characters that i can write about!

ninjago

✩ lloyd, jay, kai, nya, cole, zane, etc... (series+movie) x reader

teenage mutant ninja turtles

✩ leonardo, raphael, donatello, and michelangelo (2012+bayverse+rise) x reader

lego monkie kid

✩ sun wukong, macaque, mk, red son, etc... x reader

mystreet

✩ zane, garroth, laurence, dante, travis, gene, etc... x reader

helluva boss + hazbin hotel

✩ stolas, fizzarolli, striker, asmodeus, lucifer, husk, etc... x reader

undertale

✩ sans (and his ever abundant alternate versions of himself) x reader

fnaf (security breach)

✩ the glamrocks, sundrop, and moondrop x reader

i think that's all for characters, so here are the genres that i will and won't write about!

✩ will: romantic, platonic, or familial pairings

✩ will: fluff, angst, slow burn, friends to lovers, oneshots, scenarios, headcanons, etc...

✩ might: nsfw

✩ won't: proships or incest

✩ won't: gore/detailed violence

likes, reblogs, and sending prompts are all welcome and appreciated ✩