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Figure You Out

Rise Good Future Leo x GN reader

warnings/summary: NSFW just to be safe, Leo thinks he could be a better boyfriend, yandere-ish, implied relationship sabatoge, possessive and jealous traits

Leo feels sick to his gut over his secret most days.

He takes care to make sure it doesn’t bleed out in any of his words or actions. He has strict guidelines to follow, and so far it’s kept both you and his family off his scent. No one expects what he’s thinking when your eyes light up and it’s not in his direction, but at the little device jingling in your pocket. Some days he gets the wild idea of stealing your phone while you're occupied with one of his brothers, of deleting the number or blocking it, but that thought is always cooled by the thought that it’s too risky, that he can’t tip his hand just yet.

But god, he wants to. He wants you. He wants you when you’re sleepy and a little too trusting, leaning against his plastron during the late night movie nights and snoring softly into his side. He burns with the desire to tip your head back, to smother your mouth with his kiss, to write his name on the inside of your heart until you only look at him with that lovesick, puppy dog expression.

But now, you don’t even notice when his gaze shutters, turning flat and emotionless as you answer your phone.

You’re excited. You're happy. In some distant corner of his mind, he knows he should be happy for you, shouldn’t begrudge you the feeling painted clearly on your face.

The larger part of him though, the part that is barely held back by what he knows to be the right thing to do, howls because it’s not what should be. 

You don’t notice the wolf crouched in front of you. How could you, when your eyes were tinted with rose colored glasses where he’s concerned. To you, he’s Leonardo Hamato, your dearest friend, your secret confidant. 

You have no idea of the miasma of desire crawling underneath his skin every time he so much as catches your scent. You have no idea the way he wants to have you, to consume you, until you can’t breathe without his name slipping out in some fashion.

He wants to brand you, wants the echo of his touch, his possession, on your skin. He catches the errant thought that the light bruise just under your collar would look better from his mouth, that the little mark was an insult to you. You deserved so much more than that tiny, whispered footnote. 

He’d give you a proper mark, a whole necklace of bruises if he could, or maybe a bite…

He catches himself on the edge of the cliff, stuttering to a stop, eyes flickering to your own to see if you’d notice the way he was looming into your space. 

But you hadn’t, chattering away on the phone, your own gaze catching on his for just a moment.

He forces a smile to his mouth, certain it looks strained, fake, but you only give him that little smile that he hopes, for your sake, is reserved for him alone, before turning back to the phone once more.

But you don’t move from his orbit. Mentally, Leo marks that as a win in his favor, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in his mind’s eye as he leans against the wall next to you and watches.

Waits.

He’ll have you, eventually, he just needs to be patient.

When you turn, murmuring some low goodbye, jealousy catches him in the chest, scorching the beast hiding in his gut. He manages to keep from snatching the phone, though his fingers twitch in the tight fist he’s trapped under his arm. 

When you hang up and turn, his once more, and give him another giddy smile, he wonders for a moment how it is you can’t see the wolf smiling back at you. 

How is it you can’t feel the imprint of his teeth around your throat when his gaze dips down and lingers on where he thinks it would look oh, so pretty.

Leo reels the beast back in, slipping on the mask of ‘best friend’ once more, letting it sooth the hungry edges of his mind when you slip underneath his arm with ease once more.You’re his, you’re his, and he’ll make you see the truth soon.

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Nightmare

Bayverse Mikey x GN reader

Summary/warnings: SFW but mentions of sex, Mikey turns violent waking up from a nightmare. - hurt no comfort, violence, reader in peril, unhappy ending

The jostle of a heavy limb against your stomach woke you, and at first you didn’t understand what was happening. 

The room was still familiar, lit up enough by the little nightlight on the dresser across the room for you to know you were still in Mikey’s room, still in a safe place, even if your brain was slow to process anything else. You were about to drift off again, certain it was just a fluke sensation that had pulled you from your dream, when a quiet little snuffle grabbed your attention once more.

Mikey was still curled up next to you, between you and the edge of the bed, half on his stomach and half draped over you. If you craned your neck, you could just just make out his expression, just see the way his brow ridge was furrowed low over his eyes, the way his beak was scrunched up tight. 

He was having a nightmare. The stilted way his arm tightened over your waist confirmed it, the motion sharp and jerky and not at all like how he usually handled you.

You rolled in his grip, letting him pull you closer, hands raising to tap along his cheekbones in the little dance you’d picked up from him in the months dating. The first time you’d fluttered your fingers at him, he’d all but dropped what he was doing to pounce on you and fuck you flat on the nearest surface with a low chance of getting caught, but over time it seemed to have morphed into a sweeter gesture to him, and was one you used to your advantage instead of trying to out puppy dog eye him.

Mikey rumbled in his sleep, the sound pained and low. You frowned, not expecting that reaction, slowing your tapping in favor of running your hands soothingly over the planes of his face, down his neck to push against the upper scutes of his plastron. “Angelo? Baby?” 

Mikey hissed, starting to roll away, and without thinking you followed him, reaching across his chest, intending to shake him again in hopes of waking him up.

Your fingers grazed the line of raised scales along his side, some age old scar whose story you had yet to hear, when Mikey let out another low growl, hand snapping to your own in a grip that had you crying out in surprise.

You were pushed to your back in a flash, no time to kick out or process the fact that a very angry Michelangelo was now straddling you, knees tucked in tight over your hips and one strong arm pressed under your chin.

Your head was forced back, and though you reflexively took a breath, the air never made it passed your throat, choked off as his arm pressed you further into the mattress.

His eyes were wide open, unseeing, his pupils tiny pinpricks swimming in the baby blue you loved so much. 

You blinked, and realized half the swimming was you, trying to wheeze in oxygen and failing as your vision started to wobble and grey out. Your free hand feebly tried to scrabble along his shoulder to no avail...

you blinked, trying to clear your vision, trying to think of a way to get through to him before you passed out.

You were slipping…. Sliding… all you could see was blue, your heart thundering in your chest, diaphragm heaving even though there was no air escaping past Mikey’s choke hold…

If there was noise, if he was saying anything, you weren’t aware, but suddenly the light was on, and Mikey was pulled off you. 

Your throat expanded, your voice gasped, but it was like hearing it from another body. That couldn’t be you, crying and sobbing hysterically. That couldn’t be you, trying to drag yourself through the various blankets and pillows strewn on the bed, desperate for the grounding touch of rough concrete walls instead of all this plush comfort.

Someone hovered over you again, blocking out the orange toned lamp on the dresser by the door, and you reacted violently, too scared to realize it wasn’t Mikey coming to finish what he’d started, the outline too tall, too lanky. 

Donnie took a closed fist to the snout. Another time, you might have been proud to get past his lightning fast reflexes, but here and now you were still crying, tears blocking your vision, throat starting to burn.

Voices, aimed at you, aimed at Mikey, you didn’t care. You’d found the concrete wall, and you were now pressed against it, content to hide from whoever else was in the room. Your throat burned.

Voices filtered through your ringing ears:

“Need to check her out-”

“I’m working on it, give me some space!”

“Goddamn, Mike, snap out of it-”

And beyond that, another gasp, this one cutting through the noise in the room like a knife. The next word question had tears of a different flavor slipping down your cheeks.

“Angel?”

The bed dipped, before you heard a low growl and the sound of a shell hitting the floor, a solid thump that caused a hitch in your chest.

“Stay down for a moment, Mikey. Give her space.”

“Fuck you, Leo, let me up!”

Hearing the anger, the crack in his voice, had you moving, hands slapping away the proffered arms trying to keep you contained. Your feet were shaky, soles hurting from how bone cold the floor was.

The cold stabbed into your inflamed airways, making every breath painful, making you gasp with every step, but nothing compared to the pain in your heart at the way your name cracked from Mikey’s mouth when he saw you were leaving the room.

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just some doodles

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Brain. Brain I would like to do the sleep. We are safe. We can sleep brain.

Brain: danger buzzzzzzzzzz

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Brain. Brain I would like to do the sleep. We are safe. We can sleep brain.

Brain: danger buzzzzzzzzzz

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Drew a bunch of sad Donnie’s cuz I was sad 🥺🥺

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me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive

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reblog for sample size !!

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@desceros

my favourite thing about writing is slipping in totally innocent lines that will absolutely DESTROY the reader on a second readthrough

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I was rereading my fav fic (Contract in Wax by @thejudiciousneurotic ) and was kicking my feet n shit so I just had to doodle a few scenes. if you've read, guess the chapter LMAO

i love him.

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I have recently been getting back into TMNT lately and whilst I haven’t caught up with all of the iterations yet, one consistency that I have noticed that keeps fucking me up is that every storyline that depicts the future for the brothers - Donnie always dies.

The Last Ronin comics are a given, considering it’s focused on Mikey’s grief with the death of his whole family - not just Donnie. But this consistency also exists in both RotTMNT and the 2003 iteration.

RotTMNT’s film depicts only Leo and Mikey as the only surviving members of the original family unit - not long before they both pass as well.

Whilst I am not familiar with the 2003 series (plus I don’t want to spoil myself too much), I understand that while Donnie didn’t died in “Same as it Never Was” - the people around still grieve his absence. Him being sent to the future directly caused not only the events of that episode to take place, but the erasure of a future Donnie to begin with; thus leading his brother to believe he died (again, that’s what I am pretty sure is going on).

The only exception to this rule was the 2012 series, and even that is loosely stated. Donnie is the only one to die due to the mutagen bomb. The only reason he was able to survive was due to his mind being connected to Metalhead and even then, he is still technically dead. The Donnie that we watched throughout the series and Donbot are not the same people. Donbot is just Metalhead with a dead teenager’s consciousness uploaded into it.

His survival was due to a lucky alignment of circumstances and despite it, he doesn’t even get to live.

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*cocks a missile* *aims it directly at @desceros *

A balm for the soul for everyone currently getting dragged ass backwards through the angst fields by symphony right now. Like haha wdym about an almost papatello scenario, no no, you’re wrong! They’re actually very happy and Leo still? Doesn’t? Know how to hold a baby? She’s not a cat why are you gripping the back of her onesie like that babe.

Everything’s fine! Look at the amount of baby burritos! (Non edible) (I cannot stress this enough)

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and on the eighth day god made rise tmnt and turned leo into a little meow meow bitch who gets put into the shake jar and passed around. and it was good