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Not the One

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Not the One

Prompt: It was hella long and hella good and basically, it’s a soulmate AU with a twist and aaaaaaaaaah I’m in love with this idea.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAH I’M DYINGGGGG I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSS. Edit: this took so much longer than intended, but it came out a lot longer than I intended too, so…

@wumperin @brayden1616

“Yer kidding. A week. We have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”

“Possibly longer.” Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.

“So…” Leo tried to come up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.

“We’ve gotta seize the opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take advantage of it.”

“And?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“We’re gonna go to school.”


“So these are your…” The counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing in a line behind them.

“These are my nephews.” April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the rest of New York City.”

“Sounds doable. Do you have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their other school for the information?”

“It should all be here, but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had thrown together that morning.

“Great. Thank you so much.”

Raph glanced down at his timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start, and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

April and Casey said goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next, they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for anyway?

He grabbed his math book and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.

So off they headed to Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps, goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.

“Transfer students, huh? There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are huge art geeks.” He offered.

“I can tell. Well, Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), raise your hand please.”

You didn’t lower the book from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.

He walked over and took the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.

His green eyes widened as he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.

You still had ten days left.

He looked around to see if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.

“You’re the new kids?” You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be with you.

“Y-yeah.” Raph replied. “I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes wandered to the book on your desk.

“What’cha reading?”

Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just- ugh it’s so good.”

“Hmm.” He flipped through the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime. Never seen it.”

“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little interaction.

“Might just have to take ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.

Mrs. Russo started the lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you seemed to get it.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can you uh, I don’t get it.”

“Sure!” you nodded. “What do you need help with?”

“How are ya supposed to use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”

“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”


“And so you just add the squares of the other sides to-”

“This is a triangle, what do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.

“You’ve never taken Geometry before, have you?”

“How’d ya guess?” he offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”

“Well, tell you what, I don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”

“Sounds great.” He felt his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you. You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.


“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.

“Grew up with four boys, there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”

“Well, I guess that’s what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.

“Guess so. That and math assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her true love was still running.

As the movie started, Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.


After morning classes the next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than never know you for who you really were before it was too late.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey (Y/N),” Raph grinned.

“So, I figured, if this is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you have plans?”

“No.” Leo answered. “No plans.”

“Good. I have a car. Meet me by my locker after school.”

“All right, angelcakes.” Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”


Here they were. The mall. It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels, nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.

“You guys act like you’ve never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They offered apologetic shrugs.

“Would it be bad if we told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?! This trip has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a mission.”

“What are we gonna do?” Leo asked.


You had promised everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check. The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like this.

But when there was a huge jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A slow smile crept across his lips.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.

“No harm done. If ya need someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”

“Oh hush, you.” You giggled as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his brothers had never seen before.

But it faded just as fast as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his soulmate just as fast as he had found her.


The week passed in a breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.

April had helped him pack a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the train to Central Park.

He had told you that the rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.

You sat down on the red and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought up the topic of goodbye.

“So uh, we’re goin’ back to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not like we can’t still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled sadly. “Can’t we?”

“I don’t know. I just…I’m not what you think I am…I’m not who you think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”

“How did you know about that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too close.

“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.

“Your timer…” Your face scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”

“That’s a…complicated question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.

“No.” your voice was quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.

“I know. It’s impossible. But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”


“It’s all right.” Raph read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”

Raph pulled out a little velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”

“I love it.” You told him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into his arms and held you as though you would disappear.

“It matters more that ya could ever know. I love you too.”


Raph woke up the next morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.

He rolled onto his shell and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had received.

He should have just left you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.

When Leo announced a patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.

And so out they went, out of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except, the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you. Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja. The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature that had beat up their friends.

You took a few shaky steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.


“I ain’t who ya think, (Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.

“Raphael?” Your broken voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds d-different.”

“Ya don’t gotta be afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face reddened and you didn’t know why you were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”


“Raph, let me see you.”

“I uh…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” You whispered. You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”

“I want ya tah remember me that way. Not like…this.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant.

“Please, just go home, (Y/N)! Forget about me!”

“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere, but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully, slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.

He pressed his hand against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed his huge green hand, keeping him there.

“I’m sorry. About all of this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was. Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry yer stuck with-”

“Shhhhh…” You shushed him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him. Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.

“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could manage to put together.

“You’re not a freak.” You pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”

A Pocket Full Of Sunshine

Originally posted by fashionfoodranting

Donatello (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: HOLY CRAP YOU’RE ADORABLE LET ME LOVE YOU AHHH <3 I also love the song ‘Pocket Full of Sunshine’,, it’s acc the perfect shower song. 

Prompt: “HOLY CRAP YOUR FICS ARE AMAZING YOU’RE SO TALENTED!!!!! Um I was just wondering if it’s not to much trouble could you write a Donatello x reader were don comes over to the reader house while the reader is singing in the shower Please? Again you’re incredible!”

Word count: 672

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

Let’s be blunt. Your day was shit. School made you want to stick pins in your eyes and your friends were so annoying you wanted to take the pins out of your eyes and stick them into theirs. And to top it all off, you had gotten into a teeny tiny argument with your boyfriend, Donnie. Honestly, it just wasn’t your day.

You just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but you stunk of body odor and textbooks.

So grabbing everything you needed, you sluggishly got into the shower and turned it on. Freezing cold.

“For fucks sake!” you squeaked, hopping into the corner of the shower, whilst attempting to change the temperature with your foot. Finally. It got to your preferred temperature and you stood under the stream of water.

Probably for about an hour, because by the time you had noticed, your fingers were pruning.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Donatello was pacing back and forth in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out. He’d messed up by yelling at you for coming into his control room, especially when all you wanted to do was talk. He needed to apologize; he couldn’t work properly knowing that you were upset with him. He was coming up with the best strategies of how to say sorry to you (without you slapping him) when he heard a voice coming from the shower. He was about to bust down the door until he realized it was you singing ‘A Pocket Full Of Sunshine.’ Well more like screaming it, and he didn’t even have to go in the room to know you were dancing hazardously as well.

“I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it’s all mine!” Donnie grinned and picked up your phone that was on the table, and began to record the bathroom door. You were singing loud enough for the phone to pick it up very clearly.

When he heard the water turn off, he ended the video and sent it to his email address. He was never going to let you live this down, and Donnie can be extremely persistent.

“Donnie?” you called, noticing his Bo staff that was placed in the corner of the room before seeing him on your bed.

“Lovely vocals, darling.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you picked up your pyjamas and went into the bathroom. No strip teasing for Donnie today.

“How much did you hear?” you grumbled at him, crossing your arms and ignoring his advances.

“Enough,” he chuckled before holding your hand to stop you from leaving. “L-Look, [Y/N], I’m- I’m really sorry for yelling at you earlier, it was mean and I shouldn’t have. E-Especially since all you wanted to do was talk and-”

“You’re forgiven-”

“Wait, really?” He grinned from ear to ear, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead; the purest of all kisses. “Can I at least finish my speech? I worked really hard on it.”


“Donnie…” you mumbled, walking into the kitchen where Donnie was sat on a stool on his mini tablet he kept at your place

“Yes, honey?”

“Why did Mikey and Raph both send me videos of me singing in the shower?” you yelled, pouting and putting your phone in front of him. He turned a deep scarlet color, swallowing sharply. Mikey had complemented you on your song choice: ‘Sweet tunes, dudette!’ and Raph just sent you the laughing-crying emoji face. 7 times.

“W-well… [Y/N]… You see…” and with that, Donnie ran off to a different room in the house, yelling about how sorry he was. Let the chase begin.

Treat You Right

Fandom: Teenage mutant ninja turtles
Characters: Donnie, Leo
Relationship: Donnie/reader
Request: Jealous Donnie! I love the way you write him when hes jelly.
You skipped into the lair, a massive grin on your face as you instantly headed for the lab where Donnie would likely be.
You had arranged last week that the two of you were going to sneak into one of the library’s after hours. Donnie would be able to disarm the security and the two of you could get some new books which you were excited about.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Raph called after you, making you frown in confusion.
“Why?” You asked, turning to look at Raph who had just come out the Dojo.
“Hes been in a foul mood for the last few days.” Raph shrugged.
“What did you do?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk.
“Nothing. No one has. Don’t know whats got into him.” Raph shrugged before turning and heading back into the Dojo.
You shrugged off his warning. Even when Donnie was fuming a his brothers, you could always calm him down. He had a soft spot for you and you assumed he would be excited about to night because it meant he could get away from his brothers for a bit.
You hadn’t spoke to Donnie for a few days now but that was only because you had been busy. You had been out on a blind date on of your friends set you up on. You had only went because they wouldn’t stop pestering you about it but the second the date was over, you called them to say you werent attracted to the guy which they accepted it. They guy was called Thomas and he had been a dickhead all night. He constantly talked about himself and when he did speak about you, he was giving you ‘constructive criticism’ like “oh, you should wear more makeup” and “you should change your hair colour” and the deal breaker “do you really want to order the pizza with those thighs?”. Needless to say you ordered the pizza and ate it all without caring because you were more attracted to that than to the asshole in front of you.
You had been nervous about the date for a few weeks, only because you didn’t know the person.
As you approached the lab, you pushed the door open.
“Donatello?” You called out, expecting to hear a chuckle from somewhere in the lab and him to appear, shaking his head at you using his full name.
But there was nothing.
You ventured further into the lab, looking for him but nothing.
Frowning, you left the lab and went to his bedroom, knocking 3 times before entering. He wasn’t there either.
You searched the lair top to bottom but there was no sign of him so you went to Leo who was training with Raph in the dojo.
“Have you guys seen Donnie? We were meant to go to the library but I cant find him.” You frowned, glancing over the Dojo to check he wasn’t there.
“No, I haven’t seen him in a few hours. Have you tried his phone?” Leo asked. You smiled and fished in your bag for your phone as you left the Dojo. Once you found Donnies number, you called it. But it went to voice mail.
“Hey, Donnie. Its [y/n]. um, where are you? We were going to go to the library tonight, remember? Give me a call back when you get this.” You left him a voicemail, hoping he was okay.
Maybe he had went to the library. Had he maybe mentioned that he would meet you there and you hadn’t been paying attention?
You instantly headed there, running across the roofs to the library. You were grateful for the training the brothers had given you over the years. You were nearly as agile and strong as them but still not quite there yet.
Once you got onto the roof, you searched every inch of it but didn’t find your friend.
Getting your phone out again, you sent Donnie a text basically saying the exact same thing as you had said in your voicemail and that you were at the library now.
Putting your phone down, you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Glancing at the screen, you had been sitting on the roof for 2 hours waiting for him.
It was 2 am now and you were starting to get really tired. But the worry was turning your stomach so you called Donnie for the 10th time.
“Hey, its me again. Please call me back. Im worried sick.” Your message was short and sweet but the worried was obvious in your voice as you hung up the phone but didn’t put it down again. Instead, you pulled up Leos number and called it. After a few rings, he picked up sounding like he had just woke up.
“[y/n]? everything okay?” Leo asked.
“No, not really. I still haven’t heard from Donnie. Its been two hours.” Just like the voicemail, your voice was filled with worry. You didn’t want to think of what could have happened.
“Uh, [y/n], Donnie came back ages ago. Just after you left. We thought he had spoken to you.”
You heart sank.
Had Donnie been ignoring you?
“Oh, well at least hes safe. I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Sorry for waking you.” You mumbled, trying to mask your heartbreak but failing.
“Sorry.” Was all Leo said as he hung up the phone. You put your phone down and stared at the city lights before picking your phone back up.
Why would Donnie stand you up? It wasn’t like he didn’t want to go to the library. It had been his idea after all.
Why wouldn’t he saying anything to you?
You decided to call Donnie phone one last time but it rang through to voicemail again.
“So, I just spoke to Leo and he said you’ve been at the lair this whole time. Im sitting here on a freezing roof at 2 in the morning waiting for you and you ditched me? Seriously? You know what? Don’t bother returning my calls or texts. In fact, loose my number.” You snapped down the phone begore hanging up.
But the anger quickly turned to sorrow as you set your phone safely down before you threw it and sobbed into your hands.
You just couldn’t understand any of it. You hadn’t done anything to him. You hadn’t spoke in a few days but that wasn’t uncommon. Sometimes he would lock himself in his lab for days on end and then come out and you wouldn’t begrudge him it.
Eventually, you pulled yourself together and went home, tears still falling from your eyes.
—————time skip to next morning—————–
Your phone buzzed for the seventh time this morning and you knew who was calling you but you glanced at the screen.
Much to your surprise, it wasn’t Donnie calling you but Leo.
Donnie hadn’t stopped calling and texting you all morning but you weren’t in the mood to speak to him after what he pulled last night. You weren’t just going to pretend it didn’t happen and he should know that. But Leo was a welcomed change.
“Hey.” You answered, trying to make it sound like you hadn’t lost a whole night sleep over it.
“Hi, sorry to bother you but do you still have a spare set of nunchucks? Mikey was messing around with his and one snapped. It just for training till I can get Donnie to sort them.” Leo sounded a little apprehensive at saying Donnie name but you didn’t want him or the others to feel awkward around you since they had done nothing wrong.
“Yeah, sure. I can bring them around now if you want?” You answered while going to your closet and pulling out the weapon.
“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” Leo said and you hung up the phone. Throwing the weapon in your bag, you headed down to the lair, your heart beating hard in your chest. Yu didn’t want to face Donnie but you didn’t want your relationship with the others to be at risk because he was being a dick.
As you entered the lair, you saw Leo, Raph and Mikey sitting in the living room.
“Ah, [y/n], you’re a life saver!” Mikey said in delight as he jumped over the sofa and you handed the nunchucks to him.
“No problem.” You giggle as you followed him back to the sofas but didn’t sit down. You stood with your back to the door which lead to the hallway with the boys room in them.
“So, how did that date go the other day?” Mikey asked, wiggling his eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t really told anyone the extent of the way you had been treated that night.
“Awful. First, he started off by saying I should wear more makeup and then he started telling me how amazing he was at everything. When he wasn’t speaking about him self, he was telling me I shouldn’t wear this sort of top and that sort of skirt and how I shouldn’t do this or say that. He told me I didn’t suit my hair colour and it should go this shade of blonde his ex had.” You ranted, throwing your hands up in the air as the guys made hisses and growls, acknowledging what he said was wrong.
“Sounds rough.” Leo said while shaking his head and frowning.
“Oh, it gets worse.” You raised an eyebrow, knowing the final thing would sent them into a frenzy of anger.
“How could he have been more of a dick if he tried?” Mikey asked, throwing his hands up.
“So, I ordered Pizza from the restaurant. When I was ordering, he said ‘Oh, do you really want to eat pizza with those thighs?’” You mocked his voice as you spoke. The room was then filled with sounds of anger and disgust at the words.
“That’s ridiculous.” Mikey cried out.
“What a dick.” Raph growled and Leo nodded. However, it was a third voice which made you jump.
“Don’t ever listen to anyone like that.”
The room froze as you turned to see Donnie standing behind you looking surprised. You assumed it was because of what you had told them. You glared at him and placed one a hand on your hip. You were instantly angry but telling the others about the things that were said on that horrible date didn’t help.
“Yeah, well, I have one guy who tells me im not good enough and one guy who stands me up. Maybe is me, eh?” You spat before turning on your heel and storming out the lair.
You heard footsteps running after you and you sped up.
“[y/n], wait?” Donnie called after you. You stopped suddenly and turned back to face him.
“What? Like I waited for you last night?” You growled as Donnie stopped a few steps short of you.
“No, I didn’t..” Donnie trailed off as he looked down at your feet.
“You better have a good reason as to why you ditched me?” you glared, crossing you arms.
“i-I-I” Donnie stammered and then took a few deep breaths.
“I would have expected that from anyone else. But not from you. I never thought you would treat me like that. I don’t understand why you ignored me. For all you would have known, I could have been in danger. I stood out in the cold waiting for you and you didn’t come.” You started out screaming at him but your voice dropped into a whisper as you sadness overtook your body and you couldn’t control the tears.
“I didn’t want to hear about your date.” Donnie mumbled, making you look up at him.
“because you don’t care about me.” You mumbled, turning on your heel again and walking down the sewers with your head hanging.
“I do care about you. I just couldn’t listen to you tell me about how great this guy was.” Donnine called after you as he ran up behind you. You stopped for a moment which allowed him to dart in front of you.
“Well, he was horrible. He spent the whole night telling me I wasn’t good enough.” You cried out, throwing your arms up as tears ran down your cheek. “And I thought it was fine because I had someone who would never treat me like that. Who would never speak to me like that. And that very person, the one who I actually care about, the person Ive come to love, stands me up!” You cried, screaming in his face with tears streaming down your face.
Words tumbled from your lips without you thinking. You screamed the things you had been thinking since last night.
“You… you love me?” Donnie stares down at you with wide and disbelief eyes. You froze as you realised you had just told him the very thing you had kept from him for years.
But you couldn’t lie.
“Yeah, I do.” You sighed, looking down and using one hand to wipe away your tears.
You slowly walked up to Donnie who held his breath until you went around him and continued on the path home. You felt like your whole body was going to collapse but you pushed yourself on.
“I love you.” Donnie words caused you to freeze and turn around. He was facing you, his eyes trained on you. You started to shake your head, not believing him but he darted forward and cupped your cheeks to stop you.
“I do, I love you. I love your eyes, your mouth, your hair, your nose. I love everything about you. I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I love your kindness and yur strength. i couldn’t watch you fall in love with someone else. Because he could give you everything in the world and I…cant.” Donnie sighed, letting his hands drop from your cheeks. You were gazing up at him with wide eyes. No one had ever said any words so sweet to you before. “I never thought you could have loved me back.” Donnie whispered as his eyes began to brim with tears. You stared up at his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit but you found none.
“I always have.” You breathed, seeing a flash of joy in his eyes. He reached up to cup your cheeks again before faltering a little. But before you could ask what was wrong, he dove down and kissed your lips. You gasped into the kiss before kissing him back.
The kiss was passionate and apologetic. It made your head spin as you felt Donnie let out a soft moan. One of his hands dropped from your cheek to gently wrap around you waist and pull you closer. You reach up and rested your hands on his front, resisting the urge to drag your nails down.
You pulled away first for breath but Donnie couldn’t seem to get enough. He instantly kiss down your cheek and jaw line to your neck which sent shivers down your spin. He mumbled apology after apology as he showered your neck with kisses. Your mind couldn’t concentrate on anything but him as he pulled away. You realised you were panting slightly.
“I cant take you out to fancy restaurants or showing you with gifts like you deserve. But I’ll never let anything hurt you again.” Donnie looked deep into your eyes, trying to persuade you.
And he did.
You leaned forward and gently pressed your lips back to his, missing the feeling already. Donnie instantly kissed back, his body physically relaxing as he pulled you closer.
“Come back to mine?” You asked as you pulled away from the kiss. “I think we have some things to talk about.” You smiled, assuring him it wasn’t bad.
Donnie nodded his head, unable to contain his smile as the two of you walked back to yours.
You didn’t know what the future held, but as you walked arm in arm with Donnie, you knew he would treat you right.

Mating season aftermath (Part 6)

It took every ounce of self control leo had to not get up and kiss her. She carefully picked up her coffee cup, as if she were following a script. He thought the tension would disappear as soon as his brothers left, but it only felt stronger now. Leonardo sat pensive of what to say next.
“So the weather,” he started. “Crazy right?” She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah I guess.” Silence still threatened to engulf the small apartment kitchen, both of them hoping to god the other one said something.
“Leo I wanna talk about last night.”
“[Y/N] We should talk about last night.” They spoke over each other, laughing at the feeling of relief. “I, uh, I’m not sure-”
“Me neither!” She cut him off. “I know it wasn’t fair to come at you like that during mating season.” She said, suddenly quiet. “I guess I didn’t understand.”
“It’s ok,” Leo said. “Mating season doesn’t make me unaware of my decisions.” He said, trying to take full responsibility.
“I like you Leo,” she replied. “But I don’t know if I want a relationship.” She stared at her coffee cup, trying to will it to spontaneously combust just so they could talk about anything but this. Leo sighed in relief knowing that they were on the same page.
“I feel the same way.” He watched her stand against the counter and study her cup like a book, desperate to avoid eye contact. “We should just maybe see where it goes?” He was unsure of this, of everything yet his words rolled off of his tongue carefully. She nodded her head finally looking into his icy blue eyes. It was jarring to look at Leo now, quiet and polite and compare him to last night, strong yet vulnerable. A wave of guilt suddenly over came her, she knew she had to tell him. She had to tell all of them, what had happened.
“Leo, i have to tell you something.” She said softly. He looked at her, half smiling.
“Oh yeah? What is it?” He asked. She pondered telling him for a second before reaching for his hand.
“Actually I want to tell all of you.” She gripped his hand and he reluctantly agreed, lifting her into his arms, heading for the lair. She thought about all the things she could say to the turtles while Leo jumped from building to building with her in his arms. She wondered what their reactions would be, how they would handle it. Wind sifted through her hair, giving her a moment of calm before the storm. They finally reached the lair together, all three of Leo’s brothers sitting on the couch. [Y/N’s] heart stopped seeing all of them together in front of her. She had seen them together in combat, together in their home, she even saw Mikey leave the bathroom with Raphael once but never like this. Leo walked in, powerful and cocky turning of the television set.
“Listen up, [Y/N] has something she wants to tell us.” They all immediately sat up, even raph uncrossed his arms. Leo sat next to his brothers, waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath,
“Ok,” she bit her lip. “I want you guys to know that I don’t want to hurt any of you.”
“Any of us?” Interrupted Donatello.
“Spit it out shorty.” Raphael commanded.
“I sort of kind of slept with all of you last night.” She finally managed. Silence shook the room, as they all processed her words. The four brothers looked at one another, as if they had all slept with each other. “I like all of you,” she said quietly. “I just don’t want any of it to end.” She plopped herself onto the floor, fidgeting with her hands waiting for raph to explode or for Mikey to start crying. Donnie bent onto one knee in front of her, lifting her chin to meet his gaze.
“I don’t see why it has to.” He whispered, as if she were the only one in the room.
“What do you mean donnie of course it has to.” She said, brushing a hair from her face. Donnie huffed,
“I want you to be happy,” he replied. “I’ll be your boyfriend,” he rolled his eyes. “Even if they want to be your boyfriend too.” Her eyes lit up in excitement.
“Really!?” She jumped up, attacking Donnie. “Thank you thank you thank you.” They rolled around on the floor before she realized she had to convince the others.
“I’m down, baby girl.” Michelangelo smiled. “If we still get to do our thang.” He winked at her and she smiled, hugging the stocky turtle.
“Thanks Mikey!” He hugged her back tightly. She walked over to raph and Leo, who were both getting ready to leave. [Y/N] took one of their hands in each of hers.
“What do you say guys?” She asked, looking between them nervously.
“Whatever.” Grumbled raph. Leo took a deep breath, rubbing his temples.
“I guess.” He hesitated. “But I get my time with her everyday you hear me?” He said pointing at his brothers.
“Who died and made you king?” Asked raphael, standing behind [Y/N].
“You know who did.” Leo replied. She stood in between them.
“No fighting!” She yelled. “I don’t like it.” She tried to pry them apart, but she was so small compared to them, her strength did nothing against their plastrons. They stepped away eventually, still threatening as ever. “Every one will get their time.” She spoke, trying to calm them down.
“So what we gotta make an appointment or somethin’?” Asked raph.
“No,” you blurted. The thought seemed ridiculous but you had never done this before. “I mean I don’t know I don’t really know how this works.” Even donatello had no answers.
“Just go with the flow.” Suggested Mikey, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Everyone shrugged their shoulders, agreeing with Mikey’s advice.
“But no more boyfriends.” Leo interrupted.
“Agreed.” Added Donatello.
“For reals,” said Mikey. “Don’t make us put the smack down on some fool.” She smiled meekly.
“Got it.” She looked down biting her lip, could the turtles get other girlfriends? Could they make out with other girls? “What about you guys?” She asked. “And other girls?” They all looked at each other. It had never occurred to them that one girl could like them, much less two.
“You’re all I need princess.” Donnie said, stepping towards her as he grabbed her hand. She smiled at him momentarily before Raphael shoved Donnie out of the way.
“I’m good.” He said, looming over Donnie as he lay on the floor. Raphael wanted to say that she was everything he could ever want, but his brothers were around and he choked. Leo scratched his head,
“Well, uh,” he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but this morning he didn’t want a relationship and now he was in one with 4 other people. “I might be interested in pursuing something if it were to happen upon me.”
“Yeah angel cakes, you can’t limit Mikey.” He rushed to her side, pushing Raphael and Donnie aside. “I’m interstellar baby.” He smiled and she couldn’t help but let them have what they wanted, it was only fair. At least she had donnie and raph all to herself.

Polar Opposites

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you babe! Love this request & you. You’re not bothering me, promise (;

Prompt: “Hi! Love your fics, they make my days brighter! Anyways, if it’s not too much of a bother, could you write something angsty with Leo x reader? Something like, his girlfriend feeling he doesn’t understand her at all at times, and she seeks help with one of his brothers, making him a little jealous. I don’t usually do these things, but I love your work so I thought I’d try it! Again, sorry if I’m bothering you :)” @ultrapixelturtle

Word count: 815

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“Fine. Do it, put me down like the dog I am.” You hissed at Leo, slamming his bedroom door and walking away from him.

This wasn’t the first time you had gotten into an argument with your terrapin boyfriend about something you had completely forgotten about by the time the argument ended, and it usually ended rather ugly.

Not because you didn’t love each other, you did. You loved him so much, but you were complete polar opposites.

He was reserved, confident, strong and serious, and you were you. You enjoyed banter, the two of you had such good chemistry that you could flip insults on each other for hours on end, but you knew it became serious when he said your name.

The way he says your name when he’s angry, it sounds pitiful, almost like he’s shaming you for being you.

The last time you had gotten into a similar argument was a couple of weeks ago, when he was talking to Master Splinter about how ‘immature’ you could be. Fuck that.

After that, you didn’t speak to him for weeks on end, he tried coming to your house, put you just locked the windows. He tried meeting you after dark when you were walking home, you just came home earlier, or took a different route.

Now, it was the same, but you were too exhausted to do that again.

“Arguing again, anglecakes?” you nodded to Mikey who had a mouthful of pizza and a worried expression on his face. You heard him swallow as you began to walk out, before you heard him call you back. “Come visit the love doctor, sweetpea.” He winked before you shook your head and took a seat in front of him.

“Since when were you a love-”

“Shush, don’t question greatness babe, I’m here to help you.” He pointed a green finger at you, wiggling it before poking your nose. Sighing, you smiled at him. He set another box of pizza between you, using hand gestures to make you talk. Rolling your eyes, you began talking.

From where Leo was standing, it looked like you’d already cheered up.

He felt bad, so bad. He loved you, and he tried to keep you happy but being so different meant that sometimes you didn’t quite understand each other’s points of view, but after much deliberation, he decided that he was the dick in this situation, and needed to apologize.

“[Y/N], can I talk to you?” he placed his hands on the table, giving Mikey the side eye as he quickly picked up his sloppy pizza stack and ran off somewhere. You knitted your eyebrows together, leaning back in your chair as you shrugged at Leo.

“What?” Leo frowned at your attitude, wiping a hand over his face.

“I was wrong-”

You let out a mocking laugh, “yeah, you were.” Sighing, he copied your position and posture.

“Can you at least let me finish before you start bitching again?” Rolling your eyes, you mumbled about how much he sounded like Raph. That really ticked him off. “I’m sorry. I was, rude and ignorant. I should listen to you more, and…” He paused for a second, looking between Mikey on the couch to you and then back again. Before he could start speaking, you interrupted him.

“Wait. Are you really jealous of Mikey?” This had you in stitches, and even Mikey joined in with the joke, shaking his head at his older brother.

“Nah brah, anglecakes is cool and all, but I would never steal your girl.” He walked up and patted you on the back, winking at Leo. “Even though I totally could if I wanted to.” Before Leo had the chance to punch him, Mikey ran off to his room.

“He’s right.” You leant over the table, placing a kiss on his snout. “Even though you’re a pain in the ass, you’re the only turtle I want to be with.” Leo rose an eye-ridge. “Okay, only person I want to be with.” You punched his chest lightly before holding the side of his face and kissing him over the table.

“You know, jealousy is considered quite a turn on to many women.”


Fandom: Teenage mutant ninja turtles
Characters: Donnie, others mentioned
Relationship: Donnie/reader
Request: Hello! May I request a Tmnt fanfic with Donatello where the reader comes to the lair and finds the guys drunk, and when Donatello finds the reader, he’s very emotional and tells her that he loves her and gets super clingy. When he wakes up the next morning, maybe there’s some fluff between the reader and Donatello? Thanks!
You could hear singing in the sewer as you walked to the lair. Frowning, you continued to walk but at a faster pace, quickly realising it was Mikeys voice. He seemed to be screeching unknown lyrics, his words slurred. This could only mean one thing. He had had alcohol.
The thought of this sent you into a jog. The guys were hilarious when they were drunk. You had only seen it a few times before due to Splinter taking a lot of precautions. But the occasional bit of liquor slipped through, (sometimes because of you).
Grinning you pushed the door to the lair open to reveal Mikey balancing on the back of a sofa with a half eaten baguette in his hand using it as a mic while screaming lyrics.
You threw your head back with laughter as you saw Leo passed out in the corner with Raph getting dangerously close with a marker pen. You made a mental note to lock your door if you stayed tonight.
But you noticed Donnie was missing, then you heard a loud clutter from the corridor where his lab was.
Instantly, you darted to the lab and upon arriving, you found him on all fours, swaying slightly, as he looked under a table.
“Whatcha looking for?” You asked, holding your hands behind your back.
the second you spoke, Donnie jumped and bashed the back of his head against the underside of the table.
You quickly ran to his side, trying to hold your smiled back as you pulled him out. He fell backwards slightly so he was in a sitting position opposite you.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asked, rubbing the back of his head. His words, while better than Mikeys, were still slurred.
“I have the night off, remember? So I thought Id come bother you.” You giggled, playfully punching his arm. But Donnie frowned, looking like you had insulted him.
“You don’t bother me!” He slurred as he attempted to get up but wobbled. You quickly caught him and wrapped his arm around your neck.
“really?” You asked, looking up at him as you tried to maneuver him out the lab. Donnie had a habit of trying to make things when he was drunk. And this had resulted in a number of small explosions, cuts, bruises and burns. You didn’t want him to harm himself so you decided to escort him to his room before he hurt himself or Raph got to him.
“Yes, you are without a doubt, the most brilliant-ist thing in my life.” Donnie said. You smiled up at him. He was so sweet to you when he was drunk.
“Donnie, I don’t think brillinatist is a word.” You chuckled, shaking your head as the two of you swayed to the side slightly but you got yourself back on track.
“SEE!” Donnie almost yelled, pointing his free hand at you and taking you by surprise. “you’re so smart! So smart and pretty. Pretty pretty pretty.” He mumbled the last three words to himself as you couldn’t stop the small blush which he failed to notice.
“Where are we?” He asked, stopping suddenly. The fright made you trip over your feet and you tumbled to the ground with a thud. Before you could look up, you heard Donnie yell out “y/n” and then he fell to the right of you. You couldn’t stop your laughter as he scurried over to you.
“Are you okay? Did you break anything? Should we go to the hospital?” He fumbled over you, barley able to hold himself up.
“No, no, im fine, Donnie. I promise.” You giggled, batting his hands away slightly as they tried to touch yur arm to make sure you were fine.
“Ar-are you sure?” he asked as you managed to wriggle away from him and to your feet.
“Im sure.” You smiled, helping him up to his feet.
But this time, instead of his hand going around your shoulder, you felt him slip it round your waist. There was a tension hung in the air as he held his breath, waiting for you to push him away. But you didn’t.
You moved your hand around him to settle on the back of his hard shell in an attempt to help him with balance and the two of you continued on your little journey.
despite nearly falling and getting crushed by Donnie a couple of times, you managed to make it to his room with no more accident. Donnie seemed deep in thought the whole way but that didn’t stop him from asking if you were okay again and again, not that you minded.
“Here we are.” You said, using your free hand to push open his bedroom door.
But as you tried to pull him inside, he dug his feet into the ground.
“Whats wrong?” You asked, your eyes glancing around what you could see of the room in case there was a danger Donnie had noticed.
“I don’t want to.” Donnie hiccupped, trying to take a step back but you managed to stop him. You moved from his side and took both his hands in yours, trying to drag him inside.
“Why not?” you asked in a strained voice as you tried and failed ot pull him in.
“Because then you’ll leave.” Donnie mumbled, slouching slightly as you stopped pulling him. You stared at him, a little dazed at what he said. He looked genuinely upset, as if he could cry.
“Donnie-“ You started but you could finish your sentence as Donnie wrapped his arms around you in a crushing hug.
“Don’t leave me? Please, I love you. Don’t leave.” He begged as he started to sob onto your shoulder. If you were shocked before, you were utterly baffled now. Could he really love you like you had loved him all this time?
You had to mentally slap yourself as you remembered he was drunk. You had said your fair share of stupid things when you were drunk too but you knew he wouldn’t let you leave.
“Its fine, I promise. I’ll stay with you tonight.” You pulled back, smiling at him. His eyes went wide with disbelief as a smile dawned his face. He pulled back and grabbed your hand and pulled you inside his room and towards his bed.
before you could even protest, you were thrown in the bed and covers flung over you.
Blinking slightly, you sat up in Donnie bed to see him lying down on a small couch he had at the other side of his room.
“Donnie, I cant steal your bed. You sleep here and I’ll sleep on the couch.” You said as you attempted to get out his bed.
“No, you get the bed because you’re a princess.” Donnie mumbled as he buried his head into his pillow. You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no arguing with him. So you lay down in his massive bed, breathing in his scent which relaxed you.
Remembering Raph earlier, you quickly darted to the door and locked it to be on the safe side. As you tiptoed back to the bed, you noticed a blanket on the back of the sofa. You moved over to Donnie and pulled it down so it was covering him to keep him warm and you took his glasses off, placing them on a small table by the sofa. But he was already asleep. As you moved away, you heard him mumble “My princess” before letting out a soft snore.
turning back to him, you watched him sleep for a moment. He looked so peaceful and sweet. Then you clambered back into his bed, allowing yourself to fall into a sweet dream.
———————-time skip ————————-
When you woke, you heard a small groan from the other side of the room. You were still half asleep so it took you a moment to realise what had happened last night. Sitting up in the bed, you saw Donnie rolling onto his side, his head in his hands.
“Bad hangover?” You called out in a sleepy voice. Donnie jumped at your voice, his eyes landing on you in his bed. But his eyes softened as they fell on your sleepy appearance.
“[y/n]?” He asked, as if trying to make sure you were really there.
“Yup.” You giggled as you pushed the covers back and got out of the bed. You then grabbed his duvet and pulled it over to him, throwing it over him.
“What happened last night?” he asked, but you heard him chuckle as he sat up, the duvet falling away from his upper body.
You giggled, taking a seat at his feet.
“Im not 100% sure what happened before I got here. But when I came, Mikey was singing, Leo had passed out and Raph had a very menacing look with a marker.” You giggled at the memory. When you mentioned Raph, Donnies hand jumped up to his face, feeling to see if he could tell if he had marker on his face.
“Its okay. I locked the door.” You nodded to the door as you spoke, seeing him visibly relax. “Anyway, I came to find you and you were in some state in the lab. So I brought you back here. You took some persuading. You wouldn’t even come in the room unless I stayed. Sorry for stealing your bed but you were having none of it.” You giggled, avoiding telling him what he had said last night. Donnie buried his head in his hands as you spoke, his cheek glowing with embarrassment.
“Oh, god. Im sorry.” He mumbled, looking at you through is fingers.
“Its okay. It was quite amusing actually.” You smiled at him, showing him it was okay.
“Did…. Did I say anything I should regret?” Donnie asked, lowering his hands down. You had a slight suspicious he remembered saying he loved you but you weren’t sure. You might as well tell him though. Knowing your luck, Raph or Mikey might had over heard as he wasn’t quiet.
“Not too much. You called me pretty at one point and you said you loved me at another.” You chuckled, trying to play it off as a joke.
“[y/n], im sorry-“ Donnie trailed off as he shook his head slightly.
“Don’t be. Ive said my fair share of stupid things when ive been drunk. I once told a bar of chocolate I was going to marry it.” You giggled, remembering the memory very vividly.
“[y/n]? I wasn’t… lying.” Donnie suddenly said.
You froze, your eyes widening slightly.
“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as Donnie rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” He clarified. “I-ive always loved you but never had the guts to say it. But I don want the only time im ever able to tell you how I truly feel to be when im drunk.” As Donnie, spoke you could hear him regretting it. He glanced at you only for a second before trying to move from under the covers.
“Im sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Donnie mumbled, scorning himself. You managed to pull yourself from your disbelief and moved in front of him before he could stand up. Ducking down, you pressed a quick but soft kiss to his lips.
Donnie froze at the action, his whole body ridged. but before you could pull away, his hands reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you forward. You fell slightly but he managed to catch you and pulled you onto his lap. You slowly pulled away from the kiss to look at him.
“I love you too.” You mumbled, smiling slightly as you spoke the words you never dreamed you would say to him.
Donnie let out a breath before smiling at you as you both moved in for another kiss.
But after a moment, you felt Donnie wince.
“What wrong?” You asked as you pulled back, concern written all over your face.
“No, its nothing. Just a headache.” Donnie said as he pulled you closer. You thought it was sweet he was trying to work through the pain of a hangover just to stay like this with you.
“Tell you what, I’ll go get you some tablets and water, then we can continue.” You said as you got off his lap, much to his disappointment. But he nodded, not wanting his pain to get any worse.
As you unlocked the door and opened it, something big fell in the room. You jumped back but calmed when you saw it was Raph. He must have passed out outside the door last night.
He let out a groan as he slowly started to wake.
“Im so glad a locked the door.” You mumbled as you saw the marker in his hand.
“Me too.” Donnie chuckled.

Imagine your favorite turtle keeping a diary. No one knows about so when it goes missing, they panic a little…wait if someone reads it? What if Y/N reads it?? Imagine finding a notebook in your apartment. It’s not yours, at least you don’t think so. You open to a random page and read it.

Leo’s handwriting is neat and slanted to the left, written in dark blue ink.
“It’s so hard sometimes, being around them. We’ll be sitting there, alone, and I realize how close we are. Our thighs are nearly touching and our hands brush just barely.
They’re looking up at me and asking me something, but I can barely hear their voice. I just keep looking at those lips…I keep thinking about kissing them. It’s distracting, even my brothers are starting to notice.
I can’t get Y/N out of my mind…”

Raph’s handwriting is messy. He presses the pencil down hard on the paper and it’s more of a scrawl.
“I don’t know what I’m thinking, that they even notice me.
I can’t stop looking at them, they’re so beautiful. Those big eyes and the little pattern of freckles across they’re face.
I don’t want to stop looking at them but I can’t stare forever so I turn away.
I keep hoping that Y/N’s looking at me when I look away…”

Donnie’s handwriting is odd. Sometimes, it’s a mess so bad you can hardly read it and other times, it’s practically perfect.
“Y/N’s so beautiful.
Not in the way that jumps out at you, in a way that’s sort of quiet…you don’t see it at first. But then you start to notice things, but by bit, and suddenly you can’t look away. You learn more about them, all about them and it’s just like…wow.
A quiet, soft beauty that making me fall in love.”

Mikey has big, bubbly handwriting. He writes using colorful pens and makes little drawings on the edge of the pages.
“I think I’m in love.
I don’t mean it like a joke or something, I really mean that I’m in love. Not with someone’s body (even though they are super hot) or anything like that, but then in whole. They’ve just taken over everything with me, my heart and my mind. I’ve thought about it a lot and I really believe it…
I’m in love with Y/N.”

A-Z Prompts: Mikey

Requested by: Anonymous

D, J, N and Q for Mikey?


As always, sitting in front of the TV with a good movie, or a few video games is always the way to go with Mikey. He’s never really been one for extravagance, and to be honest he wouldn’t have the slightest idea where to go or what to do beyond the lair. He isn’t as mature as his brothers, and doesn’t really know how to act in a relationship, and so he goes with what he does know; which is pizza, the TV and the girl he loves. He knows that if the two of you are together, it won’t matter what you are doing or where you are, as long as you make each other smile, which is pretty much guaranteed when it comes to your favourite, orange clad turtle.


Mikey is only jealous when you spend time with boys he doesn’t know. If he’s out on patrol, or just blatantly stalking you, and he sees you with a mate he’s never heard of before, you’ll be getting a lot of angry emojis spent to your phone all night; but as soon as he confronts you about it, all you have to do is kiss him and he’ll forget all about the guy you were with.


When has Mikey not used a nickname when referring to you? He loves your name but very rarely uses it. He can sometimes abbreviate it (if possible) but most of the time it’s cute pet names: angelcakes, baby, babycakes, sweetheart, sweetie, dollface, honeybun, babydoll, shorty, babe, darling, the list is endless.


Michelangelo is miserable when you aren’t around. He no longer has someone to play games with, tease his brothers with, or even eat pizza with, so he is constantly in a cycle of boredom and misery. He’ll text you and facetime you consistently until you eventually cave and come back to him, because he can’t stand to be without the most important thing in his life.

hubble's law of expansion

(a/n) for the @tmntflashfic theme 011: april! takes place in the space pirates au! multichapter

Her world is dyed in red, and the spinning ruby luminaries dance across her too wide eyes, glossy and far away out into other galaxies; April hears only a faint buzzing in her head, and the ringing pierces her like the smoke in her eyes.

It’s wisps puff out in  black plumes like chalk dust and ash, and the smooth swirls of smoke break apart but April isn’t really April because this isn’t real- she’s watching herself in warped time and bent reality where this is all just happening, where she is still, where Donnie is, in front of her, yelling.

He’s right here but she’s not, and April tries to take a breath just as her footing shifts; she can only stare at the hole of space ahead of her, past where Donnie screams, stumbling forward to her. She wants to tell him to stay away as sparks trickle from the ceiling to the floors around her but she can’t look away from those planets just beyond.

“-o Apr-! Go!”

April cuts her eyes away to the sound and her world- it comes colliding into place, into a kaleidoscope of blood and fire and smoke and sparks and stars, the sounds clashing into her. Senses heightening, April hears the alarms blaring and the canons and the screaming.

She looks back to find Donnie and he’s so close;  he kisses her head.

“Donnie…wha-” she coughs and he kisses her forehead again, taking her sweat and soot with him.

She tries to ask him again, but he puts a mask on her, hands her his blaster and before he can grab her April starts screaming, kicking him away, “No…n-” the mask tastes like plastic air, tastes like dying and coming alive all at once in the moment Donatello shoves her into the pod, the glass sliding closed to separate them.

And April kicks it- the doors, the glass, the lock- choking on her saliva and snot and tears. “Donnie- no, no…No, Donnie lemme- let me out-!”

He says something through the glass and smiles, breathing fog onto the window, he traces the letters with shaking, bloodied fingers.

c u later k

And he points to the hole, to those stars and planets straight past him.

She gets lost in them, for a moment she’s not April and this is her glimpse at the possibility.

But those planets get further- and so does Donnie and the ship.

April tries to yell for him, but her breath is sucked away as she plummets away.

A cannon shoots through the center of the ship and it breaks apart, into a million shards of metal and crystal and fire and her pod flies through space, away from the flames that swallow themselves up, reflecting in her bright eyes until her breath is snatched again.

“Have you guys ever tried Murakami’s - or…anything besides pizza, algae and worms?” April raises her hand up eyes softly closed, “Mikey this is strictly rhetorical- I don’t wanna know. But I mean, c’mon pizza is not…life-”

Mikey gasps and falls over the side of the couch, “That’s waaaay harsh, sister…tell ‘er she’s dead wrong, Raph.”

Raph hits the punching bag, sending it swinging, and catches it against him, grinning at her, “Look, does it look like we have a diet problem, O’neil? Besides we don’t just eat pizza,” he says, steading the bag again.

“Yeah,” Mikey picks himself up, and starts sharpening knives for the fun of it, “We like…had pizza rolls a couple’a times so-”

April stops listening, even as Mikey keeps talking because she can’t hear a thing, her eyes going white- there’s a buzzing…a knocking she can’t-

April likes things that fly; she wants to believe she always had. Because things that flew- they were just so bizarre and wonderful. They were free, but weren’t really- they had compasses and maps and calculations in their hearts that led them back to wherever they just had to be.

She lays there, looking at the light and the sky, and the little flying thing that pecks and knocks at the glass of her pod.

“Morning…” April says out of a hoarse voice, throat sore and torn.

Leo would tell her to get away from it before she caught an infection or something; he was always worried about that kinda stuff. And remembering that brings a certain kind of pain, spreading through her chest. The thing flies away and April almost resents it for leaving her alone here.

She’s alone.

She’s alone- she’s alone and her family isn’t here and the ship is gone and they’re too far away, they shouldn’t be that far from her- from here.

April gasps, forcing herself to take a breath and another, watching her breath fog up the cracked glass, and she watches it recede and dissolve and she counts how many time she breathes and she pinches her eyes closed and feels sick.

And suddenly the world- this world- seems to come alive around her, in front of her, above her, and April senses the life of it, listens to noise of it, letting the sensations flood back into her in technicolor. Everything is a blend of greens and blues and overgrown life; somewhere, very distant, is the sound of water hitting the rocks. And if April closes her eyes and undoes her tightened fingers, she can convince herself that in the sounds is her family.

But that’s meaningless now, she tells herself as she unjams the latch, stepping out (screaming as she smashes the rest of the glass  with her- no…no it’s not her’s, this is donnie’s- blaster), sinking to her knees in the glowing soil. Because her family is dead, right with the best parts of her. And it’s just the worst thing ever- being trapped and alone and April hates herself for letting them spare her.

She presses her forehead against the pod, and thinks that Leo probably never gave the command a second thought- to have Donnie take her and shoot her into another sector. And he probably told them all to go, determined to go down swinging, but his brothers- Casey- they stayed anyway because that’s how things had to work. They didn’t know how else to work. And Donnie’s eyes- when he just knew that they all were going to be murdered and she was gonna be safe, his bloodied hand against the glass and Mikey stumbling behind him without an arm-

April heaves, dragging her head down the pod, curling inward.

“Oh...god-” she clenches her fist, her frizzy, curly red hair twining with her fingers, and she spit on the ground.

Mikey needs his arm, April thinks, dizzily, he’s their best shot. She tries to remember which one was missing, and if Raph was there too when something crawls up her thigh. Raph would hate that, April smiles shakily and turns, back against the side of the pod, and draws her knees up to her chest, looking out into the landscape.

She was under some kind of canopy, a blanket of interwoven plants with enough spaces for light to flood in, and crystallized rocks broke through the branches in certain places where the plants were black and purple and it was beautiful and it sucked because April hated it.

She grips the hilt of her Sulvarian blade, and carves a line into the pod.

There are no more flying things when April wakes next, nor is there light besides the neon luminaries in the soil, that trailed along the ground like paths- like stars, like galaxies, like all those wonderful things. When she steps down, they disappear under her gravity boots, and the little space around them.

The colors are nearly entrancing as they dance a little in the ground.

April looks around, finding everything unchanged in the darkness. She scouts out the land and finds no creatures, part of her wishing something would just jump out already and try to kill her so she could shoot it dead at her feet, eat something, and not feel so alone on this planet- waiting for something to rip her apart.

In the canopy above her, the plants rustle, almost catching april off guard. And she doesn’t mean to sound so bloodthirsty in her own consciousness, in her thoughts, but she was anxious and so afraid and she needed to fight- because that’s what they always did, to ward off the bad energy and the ugly, darker thoughts. They fought. She tightens her hand around the blade, the grooves in the hilt glowing along with the lines going up her suit, and despite the damage in it, April raises her hand to her face, carefully pressing into her temple until her cracked helmet slides out (halts a few times till she hits against it) encasing her face in a screen. And the world is tinted yellow, the words flashing across the screen, reflecting in April’s eyes as she read over the scans.

There is nothing here. Just plant life and fancy, glowing dirt and misery and bugs.

April groans, stashing her blade away, “Get it together O’neil- ‘s just a breeze…or some…thing.”  

April is accustomed to fear, and she knows how to channel that into something fierce and hungry and a little overconfident, so she lets her bravado swell up a bit in the assurance that she had a blade, her blaster, technique and too much energy. And that this was a dying planet; the ooey tendrils of black on the branches and rocks that she presses her fingers against speak of its slow-burn death in little whispers as April begins to breathe, and feel the planet’s energy. She pushes deeper and deeper and deeper into the core, feeling the flutters of life trying and of some fight warring so greatly beneath the lull of warm glow in the nighttime and swaying plants. And further into the world, her third eye peers into why, pulling and stretching and yanking at the hidden things and their layers.

April reaches for the heart, as the tension builds up and something claws its way up to her and she’s close to it- can feel it ripping- when April is pulled from the sensations, and slammed to the ground, the lights dissipating from beneath her, spreading like lightning in jagged paths across the dirt.

April blinks away the blur in her vision, biting down from the way her bones and muscles pull tight and finds herself pinned between legs, her arm held down under someone’s knees.

And their eyes are so wide April almost loses her focus in girth  them, deciphering the meaning in them. Her skin, concealed in the darkness holds hues of indigo, and absorb the fairy lights around them. And the sound of the nighttime become only their intertwining breaths, heavy and uneven; still, April doesn’t even think to grab her weapon because something like amazement keeps April beneath her- this alien of blue and dark purple and black woven hair that fell over her shoulders and hung in April’s face, those luminescent creatures spiraling up her braids.

Her curious wonderment makes April’s brows rut and, briefly, she wonders if this is the way she’s meant to die: horribly amazed by something so intricately beautiful and blinded that she couldn’t even foresee her own death. Qich would be a shame, April says in her thoughts, as the alien pulls out a metal spear from its holster behind her back, because April really did want to get to look at her for a lot more seconds or minutes (or hours or days).

But she prepares to die now and maybe find her family in the other plane of existence saying this is it, April. This is how you die. Now stop being so afraid of it; you should’ve been a better person! until the alien (warrior queen boss looking alien) proceeds to yell very loud- which doesn’t help the way April’s brain feels like it’s been set on fire and then stomped on several thousand times but- and jumps up from her, promptly stabbing, tackling and wrestling a huge, wild beast.

The display in and of itself was pretty damn remarkable as far as April was concerned, as she sat up, nit sure if running away would be best. And there are a billion things on her mind like: gosh you’re stunning kinda, or: hey so are we alone here, or even: would you happen to have a holomap on you by any chance- i may have lost my friends a few sectors back. But April’s throat won’t push the words out and every time she tries its jumbled and the alien, fresh from a kill with the creature’s blood dripping down her arms, looks at her with narrowing eyes and a complicated, unreadable kind of twist to her lips.

Then her lips move and April is back into her own skin, back into her senses.

And for the first time in too, too long- April is laughing, and it’s quiet and it rolls off her tongue like honey- so sweet and thick and rich she almost gags on it. The sound is almost foreign to her.

But another sound all the same, and just as strange to her, tickles her ears.

“X’vhkl? O…lft’zes. Lft’zes u wen’ju olkrsp?” she says, stepping till their distance is gone, leaning into April, cocking her head.


April stumbles back, mouth pulling into an awkward half grin, “Um…yes? No…no, okay. Look-”

“Svxtl,” she repeats, spreading her palm against April’s chest, her eyes lighting up, growing wide with an eager smile, “Jhanna…” 

The marks in her skin begin to illuminate in soft blues as she smiles brighter, her hand still over April’s slow rising chest.

April, somehow unafraid, feels warmth spill into her, blossoming throughout her aching body and she can’t quite look away from her eyes, and that smile and that glow dusting parts of her skin that made Jhanna look very much like a constellation of all the most magnificent stars.

But god April was just so tired, and she would never try to explain the feeling before she sinks to the sparkling dirt.

The third time April wakes up she knows exactly what’s going on, she’s also pretty much done with this shit, and seriously just wants to tell, the universe it freaking won already and if this was some godawful, cruel punishment for agreeing to blow up Sibith’s capital federation building with Casey and Donnie then fine. 

But her voice is still tight and it hurts to think and the alien (no, it’s jhanna now. which means they’re acquainted. which, in turn, means she wont kill april- basically. probably.) is standing over her, hair pulled back now, her lips parted in what just might have been a little concern.

“I had to absorb some of your energy to understand your language,” Jhanna says, conversationally and extends a hand, “I apologize- I became distracted.” she looks down at April, “But I will not kill you, if you are not convinced…”

April coughs, squinting up at her with what she hopes looks intimidating and pissed- because she is, “Well-” she grunts, pushing herself off the ground, “It may come as like- a total shocker but…you throwing me down, oh and drinking my energy-? Honestly, it’s not that convincing,” April grumbles, brushing the dirt from her face till it smears.

And Jhanna watches her- like she’s been watching her- cleaning off the blood on her spear with the sleeve of her skintight, very, very nice suit, looking a whole lot less eager than she did when she was sucking energy out of April but maybe they’re just both tired right now and the swell of heat that rises by the river they’re at doesn’t help, of course, and then there’s other factors April doesn’t give a shit about anymore.

“I did not intend to take that much-”

“Yeah well you kinda d-”

“Qildif!” Jhanna throws her spear down, taking a step closer, and April balls her fist to stop from flinching, “I could have left you to the Beirk when you nearly gave my position but I choose to- I saved your life-”

“I could have taken care of myself, thanks-”

Jhanna scoffs, arms crossing, fingers gripping her biceps, “You are an earthling-”

“I am not. An earthling! Ugh, god what is your problem?” April says, plucking dirt off her sleeves. She glares at her, cradling her sore arm, “I’m for sector 29G-17, only my memories of some stupid counterpart are from, Earth and the only people that would even began to get what I’m saying are probably- shit, I dunno- light years away from here or…and I’m not from Earth, alright? Jeez…”

And April doesn’t know why she cares or why any of this matters or why her eyes sting or why Jhanna’s face softens, her muscles relaxing as she kneels, gathering her spear.

“Well if you want to get back to your sector- there are only two ways off of Omatran,” she says, rewrapping the vines around middle, “Unless, of course, you wish to hijack a ship…”

April hides her small smiles from Jhanna’s knowing eyes that flicker over to her, studying the falter in her indignation before smiling coyly too, turning her attention back to wrapping her spear.

“Now,” she starts again, patiently, “The typical way any Omatran leaves this world is through the slave transport ships heading to Galamora- the next transport is at the end of this Drepton. Others…they fight the Omatran gladiators.” Jhanna pauses, lowering her weapon, laying it gently against the ground, “No one has made it out that way. It is…impossible.”

“Nothing’s impossible…” April says, in a low, quiet murmur like there’s nothing in this world but her- like she needs to know this. Jhanna breathes deeply, untying her hair, and April takes cautious steps to get near her, unsure if she should, and kneels beside her, “Nothing- Jhanna,” she says again, her fingers twitching.

“The Ulysses Crew doesn’t give up…that’s our motto- was…our-” her brow furrows as she holds emotion in, “A-and…nothing is impossible, okay?”

Jhanna’s lips tug into something small and and hopeful and that- is enough for April.

“We’ll get outta here- we’ll…steal a ship-”

“I cannot do that,  I am afraid,” Jhanna sighs, lifting her eyes from the fire to April’s, “My people need this resistance- I must lead them into this.”

April drops the Beirk’s meat into the flames, pushing her frizzy hair behind her ears, scraping dry blood.

“Okay- so plan b, then.”

April is well acquainted with plan b’s (and c’s and d’s and f’s and-) and this, is no different, because she’s escaped other pirates and thieves and correctional facilities and planets and even her own, heavy, suffocating emotions- all to get back to her family. She’ll do it again and again and again until she’s there. With them.

She pretends she doesn’t notice the admiration in Jhanna’s stare, and fights the urge to grin confidently because she is confident- somehow. Somehow losing everything, or not knowing just how much you’ve lost- not knowing how much of that loss you can take- makes you wanna fight until you can’t breathe anymore, to get it all back. And April is still raw with loss and pain, and suppresses it when she can because she won’t feel this until she’s giving her last breath.

Jhanna pokes at the roasting meat, her gaze lost, “You are a good companion,” she says, barely above a whisper as she turns to April with a ghost of a smile, “And very talkative.”

With a gasping laugh that bursts out as naturally as anything she’s felt here- now- April shoves Jhanna, their heads falling back in brittle, bubbling laughter, their hair of different shades twining as the strands graced the neon lights in the blades of grass.

When Jhanna shoves back and April falls over on her side and doesn’t care that it kinda hurt a lot, a mutual understanding happens, to add to the fascination of each other’s differences and April knows that when she steps out of the world and embarks on her journey to find her family and their Ulysses- she wants Jhanna to be there with her.

April drags her blade through the shuttle pod for the third time.

The days were longer here, than in her sector, and the nights seemed even longer still. Jhanna slept a few hours, April definitely crashed for maybe five and in between shifts, when one would wake the other, they exchange small glances that said so many things.

In Jhanna’s eyes, before they closed and she would sleep, April saw trust and under the layers of trust, and conflict and sorrow and fear, is the soul of someone who needed another someone.

April thinks- and, god, maybe she’s crazy for it- somewhere, that she could be that another someone.  

“Yes, Jhanna-” April shoots at a Trylthor soldier, imported from Trylth to round up the poor onto the ships, and watches the blast burst through him and burn a hole in the chest of the soldier behind him, “I can shoot- well trained, actually.”

The attack came suddenly, when both of them had drifted off to sleep under a canopy of falling, dying leaves, and well trained was most likely an overstatement compared to the way Jhanna twirled into battle flawlessly, gun in one hand and a spear in the other.

“Very well,” Jhanna shouts, over the blasts and ruins crumbling down into the water, and ducks, impaling another soldier’s neck, “A’iztc!” she cries throwing the body off of her an into two more guys that April kinda felt awful for, with the way their skulls hut against the rocks.

And more lasers and bullets graze her suit and blood splatters her the mask of her helmet but April charges in with a smirk and the bravado of a (hell yeah she was well trained and deadly and fearsome) warrior, slicing through the fleet of soldiers like second nature.

Out of the corner of her eyes she watches Jhanna take down the last of them, a burn in her shoulder through her jacket and wonders what Leo would say, or how proud Raph would be.

She almost stumbles, thinking.

She can’t think; that’s how people die.

She feels like dying, like killing like crying.

In the middle of the fray, Jhanna falls down and April goes red and then there’s nothing and she lets out the worst of her feelings.

When it’s all over, and when April feels like she can breathe, everyone is dead and there’s a head in her hands, eyes still open and unseeing- and she’s alone again.

Scratch that. She’s not.

Because now she has Jhanna.

They don’t know what to do with the bodies, so they let them rot and move on. April doesn’t know to where, really, and doesn’t care about the bodies either. The ground can have them now.

Jhanna tells April, as April’s fingers trace the burn on her shoulder, that she’s a warrior.

“You would fit well into my kingdom,” she laughs, weakly from blood loss, tilting her head a little, as April dabs water onto her wound, “Once this is all over- finally. I would like to appoint you.”

April grins, eyes fixated keenly on the marks and the rivulets of blood running down Jhanna’s back, making tracks of read into the grooves of her deep blue skin, “Sounds nice…”

They listen to the water rushing over more of the ruins that Jhanna stares at with a familiar pain, April watches them too.

“So you’re gonna be a queen or something, after you take down- what? Your dad? Mom?” April wrinkles her nose, freckles bunching up, and goes back to cleaning her burn.

“Moriah.” Jhanna plucks at the grass in a way that lets April know she’s so very young yet- they both are. And the realization hurts April, “I cannot explain to you what she has done to our kingdom- I do not understand myself but…she convinced the people that they were worthless if not wealthy- that the wealthy deserved something more than what our father gave. She is too young, too…foolish. My people turned to her blindly, even the poor.”

Jhanna shrugs, wincing slightly, and April listens.

“What could I do? They believed her and she gave them reason; she made alliance with the Galamora- and she sold our people…killed those who resisted…it was...horrible-” she clenches her fist, fingers closing around the tiny blades of withering, burnt grass.

Her pain, in her voice as it wavers from its otherwise steady dance through the words she spoke, is something powerful, and April flattens her hands on Jhanna’s good shoulder, unsure of the touch. She feels the rise and fall of her breaths, almost steady and rhythmic.

“Then I guess…we really can’t steal a ship huh?” April chuckles bitterly, and Jhanna’s shoulders shake with a laughter just a quiet and bitter.

“Perhaps not. Though I would enjoy sector 29G-17. I’ve never met a pirate- or anyone so skilled for that matter, that could take the head of a Trylthor.”

April shrugs, tucking her hair back, “Well congratulations, Jhanna- soon to be overlord or whatever of Omatron- you have met a pirate.” she flashes the alien a smile and falls back against the grass, staring up through the hole in the canopy, flashes of the night and the sparks and the gaping tear in space and Donnie’s eyes- and breathes, taking it in.

Jhanna eases beside her, laying in the patches, glaring up there too.

“The Ulysses Crew.” she says, turning to peer into April, “Do they value…life- of…others? Could they-”

She doesn’t need to finish and April knows they would. God, they would help her people in any way they could.

“Yeah,” she breathes, “They really freakin’ could…we just gotta find them.”

“Where are they?”

April watches transport ship fly overhead, warping into hyperspeed into distant galaxies, “I don’t know…the D’hbul…they found us- petty bet I don’t even know. Donnie…he pushed me into this pod- shot me out into space before the whole thing-” she unclenches her fingers puffing her cheeks and pushing breath out.

“Explosion…” Jhanna whispers, watching her people’s capture above them, “They are selfless- for how they saved you…”

And then it begins; April tells her all about them, and she can’t stop telling- and the stories, their stories, they bubble out from her in too fast words and a wavering voice overfilled with joy and regret.

She turns over to Jhanna, and sticks out her hand, tears pinched in the corner of her eyes when she presses a smile, “And by the way…” she says, seeing her own reflection in Jhanna’s bright eyes (she sees someone strong and emotional and full of a lot of crazy thing. she sees her trauma. and her fighting spirit. it’s her…), “I’m April.”

(It is April.)

To be Mutant

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: I had to Google Translate the request, because I don’t know Spanish, but I hope you like it babe!! <3 thank you for the complement too

Prompt: “Hello, I must say first of all that your shots are very good, my respect for it. Second, I would like if you can make one with Leonardo x reader, this being a mutant. First of all, Thanks. Postscript: great work.” @hemera281

Word count: 695

Warnings: Swearing, ANGSTY AS FUCK

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

Becoming a mutant wasn’t in your life plans. You were supposed to have the ‘American Dream’ if you will. Marriage, kids, nursing homes, the whole shebang.

But that changed one night when you walked into what looked like the smuggling of illegal substances.

You would’ve passed the alley just fine, if you didn’t make a sound. But your phone went off, and alerted the men in masks of your presence. You tried to get away, but your clumsy self tripped over canisters and landed on the floor. The canisters knocked a crate, with the substances and poured all over your body.

 A furry body, cat ears and a tail to match.

 When you woke up, you were in a strange place that smelt quite horrible. The sewers, with 4 mutant turtles and a rat. Little did you know, that becoming a mutant would be the reason you met the love of your life. He was tall, handsome and quite the charmer. Leonardo. You didn’t keep track of how long you had been together, but who needed to when everyday was a dream?

 Unfortunately, today was more like a nightmare. You’d been arguing because you took Raphael’s side in an argument. To be fair, the red-clad turtle had a point about the TV show you were watching. Leo got very jealous, very quickly and the arguing escalated to him telling you that he wished he never met you.

Obviously, he instantly regretted what he’d said, and tried to bring you into his arms to apologize, but your stubborn self shrugged him off, fighting back tears as you left his room. Before you left, you turned to him with tear-filled eyes.

“You say Raph’s the hothead, I think you need to reevaluate that conclusion.” Sniffing, you slammed the door and made the way to your own room (Master Splinter insisted that you couldn’t room with any of the boys) and slammed that one too. You pushed a door to the handle and collapsed on to your bed.

 Why did you have to become a mutant? Why couldn’t you just stay the way you were? You were happy. Right?

 Who were you kidding? This was the first place where you felt like you actually belonged, and now you’ve come to find out that they don’t even want you hear. You could hear Leo and Donnie talking outside the door, and Donnie moving him further away.

Mikey knocked on the door when it was dinner, saying they were having your favorite food. How could you resist? You moved the chair and went out, not caring that you had tear stained cheeks. You picked up a portion and walked back to your room, you didn’t care about the ‘No Food In Bedrooms Rule’ at this point. You closed the door behind you, and were going to sit on your bed until you realized Leo was sat there.

 “Can you not go all ninja on me? For one second?” you grumbled, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.

“Look [Y/N], you know I didn’t mean it baby. I’m sorry.” You then looked up from your food to see his blue eyes staring into your glassy ones. “Please [Y/N]. Forgive me.”

“You really hurt me you know.” You mumbled with little to no emotion. You just stared and nibbled at your food, your appetite now disappeared.

“I know [Y/N] I know. I just, I let myself yell at you like I do Raph, and that wasn’t fair. Please I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Go get me more of this, and you’re forgiven.”

(Tmnt Raphael X Reader) Home cooked meal

Raph managed to escape the lair to avoid Mikey getting him into eating one of his ‘creations’. Grinning to himself, Raphael thought back to before he and his brothers came up to the surface and had their first bite of pizza. Their whole lives was changed from that day on as they encountered the Kraang, Shredder and his foot ninjas, April O'Neil, and you.

Raph was a little skeptical when he met you yet he was also surprised that you didn’t freak out when you saw him and his brothers. You explained to them that you were more in awe at their appearance than afraid of them. For a couple of months that you’ve visit Raphael and his brothers, he has grown very fond of you up to the point of falling in love with you. However what really made him love you was you cooking the most delicious food that he has ever tasted. The way you prepared each dish seemed like magic to him and he would often ask if you could make something to eat just so he would not eat whatever horrible and disgusting thing Mikey cooks up. Although there was nothing wrong with Mikey’s creativity, Raph just wished he wouldn’t use it in cooking food.

Making his way to your apartment, Raphael caught a whiff of you taking out a freshly baked pizza out of the oven. He knocked on your window softly as to not cause you to drop the pizza.

You turned and smiled at him before putting the pizza on top of the oven to open the window for him. “Hi Raph! I just got done with cooking up some cheese pizza. Do you want to have some with me?”

“Heck yeah!” Raphael replied as he came through the window and sat at the table while you were slicing the pizza into four slices.

“How’s everything back at the lair?” You asked.

“It’s ok aside from Mikey making stuff that me, Leo, and Donnie wouldn’t eat.”

You placed each slice of pizza on two different plates. One for you and the other for Raphael. You walked over to the table and handed Raph his pizza before settling down into your seat.

The moment Raph bit down on his pizza his whole face lit up with joy. “Forget Antonio’s pizza, I’m gonna start coming over here for pizza!”

You smiled hearing him say that.

“Hey, y/n? Since we met I’ve never thought that there would be someone up here who would easily accept us as we are now, but you are the exception.” Raph set his pizza down as he spoke.

“What about April?”

“April is great too. But I’m not talking about her I’m talking about you.” Raph took in a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that I really, really like you a lot as in I love you, y/n.”

You were slightly surprised by his confession before you responded to him. “I love you too, Raph.”

Raph looked up to you. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” You smiled.

Before Raphael could do or say anything else he and you both heard a cough coming from the window where Raph came through. The two of you turned to see Leo and Donnie at the window.

“Let me guess.” You started. “You two came over to eat the food that I’ve made rather than eat what Mikey makes?”

“Yes.” Leo and Donnie both answered.

Raph was disappointed but he couldn’t blame them for wanting to eat the dishes you made. Besides there would be plenty of time to be alone with you after confessing his feelings for you. “Well don’t just stand there, guys. Come on in there’s enough pizza for two more people to eat!”

Mikey x Reader

Imagine Mikey being unable to sleep.
He’s just staring up at Raph’s bunk, smiling and thinking, thinking, thinking about you. It’s like his brain won’t turn off!
All he can think about is you, his babe, the most beautiful, awesome, bodacious lady in the Big Apple.
Y/N Y/L/N.
“Hey, Raph?”
The turtle sighed angrily, swearing that Mikey would pay for the annoyance in the morning.
“What, Mikey?” he grumbled.
“Do you, like, ever think about…you know…having a girlfriend?”
Well, if that didn’t wake him up!
Mikey’s midnight questions were normally something like “Do you think octopuses have dreams?” or “What do you think a TV show about us would be like?” Rarely did they discuss dating. It was a sensitive subject, especially when you’re a giant turtle. But even if they didn’t talk about it, they certainly thought about it.
But Mikey needed, he needed SO badly to tell someone!
“Yeah, sometimes. Why?”
“I think…I think I have a girlfriend.” Mikey said quietly.
Raph leaned over the bunk, looking at his brother. Mikey was clutching that orange monkey he had since they were kids (the one Donnie and Raph had stolen for him) and smiling like a goofball.
“Yeah. Y/N and I, we kissed today.”
“Seriously? Ya serious right now? What happened, come on!” Raph hissed.
“I was walking her home and she let me come in since it was, like, cold, you know? And we were just talking and she looked so pretty and I just…kissed her. And she kissed me back too! But then Leo called me and said I had to get back, so I did.”
“Dumbass! Why’d ya listen to him? What was it like?”
“I dunno! I was sorta…dazed. Like, in a trance, bro. It was…better then everything ever! Do you think she’s my girl?”
Raph was smiling now, amazed at what he was hearing. Mikey and Y/N? His baby brother kissing a girl? That little space case? Incredible.
“Yeah, she’s ya girl! I mean, you oughta ask her first, state your intentions.”
“My intentions?”
“Ya know, tell her how ya feel. What ya like about her…what do ya like about her anyway?”
“She’s…she’s amazing. When I’m with her, I just feel like…I’m the king of New York!! No more living in the sewers and no Foot Clan. Just me and this beautiful girl. I feel happy. Really, really happy.”
Raph pulled himself up and leaned against the pillows.
“Then ya should tell her. Cause that sounds great, Mikey.”
“You don’t think the others would be all big deal about it?”
“If they do, ya come to me, Mikey. Cause you deserve this, okay? We all do.”
They didn’t talk any more but they didn’t sleep either.
Mikey thought about what he wanted to say to her and imagined more kissing (a LOT more). And Raph thought about dating…Mikey was the first to actually get a girlfriend and, though it wasn’t official, it gave Raph a sense of hope.
If it could happen to one of them, it could happen to all of them right?

(Because I’ve read too much angst and I need fluff! I need to write! And Raph and Mikey need to bond! I think Raph would be genuinely amazed when one of them gets a girlfriend but also so, so happy.)

Little Red (Raph x Reader)

Something was wrong. You didn’t know exactly what it was but when you called Raph eariler, he didn’t pick up, but Mikey did. He sounded very stressed and nervous as he talked to you.

“(Y/N)! Why are you calling Raph?” Mikey greeted you over the phone.

“Uh, because Raph is my best friend and we talk on the phone every night I’m not over there?” you raised an eyebrow. The turtles knew about this daily routine, and also found out about your crush on Raph because of this when Mikey whined about how unfair it was that you talked to Raph everyday and not the rest of them. You sheepishly told him that you had a huge crush on Raph.

“Well, the call has to be cancelled- NO RAPH DON’T TOUCH THAT WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU!” Mikey shrieked as a loud crash sounded in the background.

“Mikey, what’s going on?!” you heard Donnie scream and a voice that sounded like a younger version of Raph shouting.

“Uh, nothing… Anyways, I gotta go, (Y/N)! See you later!” Mikey then hung up. You frowned and instantly left your house, but not before your mom made you go back to your room and grab a jacket. Then you went down to the sewers and made your way to the lair.

“Hey guys, I decided to come over! Surprise!” you shouted out into the lair.

“(Y/N) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Mikey ran out of the dojo and up to you, turning you around and pushing you out of the lair.

“Hey! What’s going on?! Where are the others?!” you braced yourself against the turnstiles and refused to move.

“Leo went out, Donnie is in his lab, and Raph is busy! We can’t hang out now, sorry!” Mikey tried to push you out. You kicked your foot back and hit his shin, not hard enough to hurt him, only to make him step away from you. Turning around, you marched towards the dojo.

You threw the door open and you didn’t know what to expect. Donnie was trying to hold down what appeared to be a child version of Raphael. You put your hand to your face and gave out an exasperated sigh.

“Do I want to know how Raph got turned into a small child?” you raised an eyebrow at Donnie.

“We had an incident with the Kraang. They blasted him with this machine and he kinda turned into a little kid,” Donnie stood up.

“Okay then… that’s strange. Where’s Leo?” you walked into the dojo. Raph sat up with his arms crossed and a large frown on his face.

“He went after the Kraang to try and get the machine and see if I’ll be able to reverse the affects and turn him back to normal,” the turtle explained.

“We didn’t mean to turn your boyfriend into a kid…” Mikey came up behind you.

You blushed and spun around, “He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Anyways, (Y/N), could you maybe watch Raph while Mikey and I take a break? We’ve been up since yesterday and we’re really tired,” Donnie walked over, giving you a sheepish smile.

“Sure,” you shrugged. You really saw no problem with it. Even though he was a kid at the moment, you two were still best friends.

“Thanks, (Y/N)!” Donnie grinned.

“You’re the best!” Mikey threw his arms around you. You rolled your eyes playfully and patted his head.

“Okay, go get some rest you dorks,” Donnie and Mikey left the dojo and you turned to face Raph and you wanted to squeal over how adorable he looked.

You made your way towards Raph and sat in front of him, “Hey, kiddo.”

“Don’t call me that,” Raph growled slightly and looked away from you.

“Sorry. Well, do you want to do something?”


“Really?” you raised an eyebrow at the turtle tot. He had quite an attitude.


“Okay then,” you leaned your chin on the palm of your hand and looked around the dojo. You really had no clue on how to take care of children, and to be honest, the task sort of scared you. What if you messed up? What if something happened to little Raph and you couldn’t help him? You tried to ignore these thoughts, and a distraction thankfully came up. A loud rumbling noise came from in front of you and the tot jumped and wrapped his arms quickly around his stomach.

“Are you hungry?” Raph nodded his head to answer your question. You stood up and held out your hand. Raph hesitated for a moment and took your hand. The two of you made your way to the kitchen and you looked for something easy to make.

“Mikey ate all the pizza,” Raph stated quietly. His voice was so shy and quiet as a child.

“Oh, okay,” you walked past the fridge and opened some cabinets. You found a bag of ramen and reached for it, “Want some ramen?”

“Okay,” Raph looked up at you and his stomach rumbled again. He looked down in embarrassment and you couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t help but imagine teenage Raph with that look of embarrassment. Shaking your head, you made your way to the stove and began to make the ramen. Raph held onto your leg the whole time, making you feel rather honored that he seemed to trust you as a child.

It didn’t take you long to finish the ramen and you dished it out into two bowls, one for Raph, and one for you. You and Raph made your way out to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Do you want to watch TV?” you looked over. He was already eating, and you had to stop yourself from laughing when he turned around with noodles hanging out of his mouth and nodded. Again, you imagined teenage Raph doing that, and how cute it would have been. You turned the TV, shaking the thoughts from your head again.

After a couple hours of watching TV, you laid down on the couch only to have Raph crawl over and lay down with his head on your shoulder and his arm draped over your side. You giggled as you shortly heard soft snoring, and knew Raphael was out for the night.

“Will he remember this?” you gently untied his mask and took it off, letting it fall to the floor beside the couch.

Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. Who knew?

With these thoughts about your normal, teenage Raphael running through your mind, you fell asleep with happy thoughts.


The next morning you felt something heavy on top of your chest and shoulder. You cracked your eye open slightly and blushed furiously as you were greeted to the sight of Raphael, back to normal in his teenage form. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around you tightly.

You wanted to wake him up, yet you didn’t want to, fearing he would jump away from you as soon as he realized he was cuddling you. You wanted to be in his arms, it made you feel safe and warm.

However the moment died as Mikey walked into the room and shouted, “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!”

Raph let out a groan of annoyance and began to move his head up. You blushed as he lifted himself up on top of you. His eyes opened slightly, but widened as soon as he saw you.

“O-Oh man, sorry, (Y/N)!” Raph got up quickly, much to your disappointment.

“It’s fine,” you looked away as you sat up, “Glad to see your back to normal.”

“Yeah, it’s good to be my handsome self again,” Raph joked, trying to lighten the rather tense mood.

“Don’t be to full of yourself!” you giggled and gave him a gentle push. Raph smiled at you and put an arm around you.

“Thanks for taking care of me, (Y/N),” Raph suddenly grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him and pressed his lips quickly to yours. He got up and walked away, leaving you to turn as red as the mask by your foot.


(Also I’m sorry if I used trigger wrong ;w; )

So this is the first time I’ve wrote a story in years. Not only that but this is my very first time writing the turtles. So please have mercy on me.

(also my grammar is not the best I’m so sorry) 

(My mind set was on the 2k3 turtles but I tried to keep it where ya’ll can picture whatever TMNT series you like. I’m sorry if I failed )

If you all want me to do spin offs or more romantic like stories of each turtle let me know. I’ll give it my best shot. :’D

With all that said ONTO THE STORY.

I hope you enjoy. ;w;

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Kind of Like Narnia (Part ¾) 

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: FLUFFFFFF and also this might be the last part idk yet

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1286

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3 

Swivel chairs are so much fun, especially the one in Donnie’s control room. You were wrapped in a mutant turtle sized blanket with a hot coco and [P/N] watching Donnie work, mainly because you wanted to gain a little intelligence from him before you left and you were also ignoring Raph. Again.

You’d had gotten over what had seen hours after it had happened and he had forgiven you for interrupting his private time.

But then he had to go and yell at you again. Although this time, it was for a pretty good reason.

Splinter had reluctantly allowed you to go to the surface with the brothers. Usually, he didn’t let you out of his sight because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Protective dad mode: activated. Whilst up on the surface, Mikey and you decided to play a game of hide and seek whilst waiting for any disturbances. It was Mikey’s turn to seek, so you ran and hid under a giant water tower that was covered by a shed.

You just didn’t know whether it was that the brothers were extremely bad seekers, or you were an exceptionally great hider. But it took them hours to find you, since you’d fallen asleep under the water tower.

That’s right, you’d fallen asleep during hide and seek, in a great hiding spot.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Raphael was pissed. Even though he’d never admit it to himself, he’d grown quite attached to you and your bickering with him. If anything happened to you, he’d never forgive himself. One particular moment whilst you were staying with them really put things into perspective for Raph. He had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and you were sat up watching the TV on mute wrapped in a blanket.

When the couch dipped under you, you jumped and snapped your head towards him.

“Raph! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You swatted his arm and made a pouty face. That made him chuckle. In turn, that made you smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You shook your head no, yawning into your hand.

“Please stay there.” You mumbled sleepily. You really hadn’t realised how tired you actually were until you leant up against him. Feeling him stiffen, you rested your head on his plastron and closed your eyes. That relaxed him slightly, but he wasn’t used to this. It was probably because you were tired, and he didn’t really want to move either. This was nice.

“Do you miss it?” he spoke softly after a while, licking his lips, and looking down at you.

“Miss what, Raphie?” his eyes widened, and he coughed slightly, turning to the side as heat rose to his cheeks. Raphie. Why weren’t you tired more often? This was great.

“Home, your home. Don’t you miss it?” you didn’t speak for a while, so he simply assumed you’d fallen asleep.

“Play with my hair. Please.” You mumbled again, yawning as you gripped his large hand and put it on your head. Raph hesitated before running his fingers through the delicate locks, sighing contently. You’d slipped down his plastron very slowly, and your head was now in his lap, facing away from him. “Of- of course I miss it. It’s home, but I wouldn’t change coming here, not at all. I wouldn’t have met you guys. I- I wouldn’t have met you. This time I spent here, is more than anything money could buy, I have to cherish the time I have here, because I- I don’t know when I’m going back.” Raph stopped for a second. ‘Going back.’ You had to leave at some point. This wasn’t your home. He silently hoped that Mikey was right, that this was kind of like Narnia in the sense that he didn’t have to let you go, and when he did, your time together would be over anyway.

“Nice way to think of it…” he mumbled. When he heard your heavy breathing, he knew you’d finally fallen asleep. He reached over to the remote and switched the TV off, so you both were now in complete darkness.

It was a simple kiss on the temple. He didn’t know why he did it. He blamed the timing. It was 2 AM for crying out loud. But secretly, he did it for him. Little did he know however, you did feel it. You weren’t fast asleep yet, but when you felt him lean down, and felt his soft lips on the side of your head, your eyes were snapped open. Not that he could see that. Raph left you to sleep after that, but it’s not like either of you got much.

After that night, you were both a little kinder to each other. You still bickered (a lot), but you both caught each other stealing glances at one another, laughing more than usual at each others jokes, sitting next to each other during meals or when watching movies. You created a bond that night, and you doubted it’d ever be broken. So when Raph found you lying under the water tower, he assumed the worst. Grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you, and when you snapped awake and he realised you’d just fallen asleep, he broke.

He yelled at you about how careless you were, and how you could’ve gotten yourself killed. You shouted back just as much, and when the brothers found you, you left ahead with Donnie whilst Leo and Mikey tried to calm Raph down.

What shocked you the most though, is when he came to apologise first. He came with a small box in his hands to your makeshift couch bedroom, where he sat in the same place he did that night, and shifted awkwardly.

“Yes?” you’d said rather rudely to him, your eyes still on the TV in front of you. It took every fibre of his being for Raph not to retort back at you for your tone of voice, and he simply placed the box next to you.

“Open it.” Raising your eyebrow, you lifted the box and opened it, rolling your eyes in his direction. That should annoy him, and it did. But when you saw the small bonsai tree in the box, your eyebrows knitted together.

“You got me a plant?”

“A tree, but yes.”

You stayed silent, examining the small item. Raph stayed just as silent, nibbling at his lower lip to stop his from saying something before you.

“I can’t even take care of myself, what makes you think I’ll be able to take care of a plant?”

“A tree.” Raph grumbled, sitting up straighter and taking the bonsai out of your hands. He placed it on the table and picked you up, with one arm, and sitting you on his lap. “Do not move.” He was staring into your eyes, so you knew he was serious. “You’re not supposed to take care of yourself. I am. I’m here to protect and care for you.” You swallowed, not daring to say anything. “I- I- like you a hell of a lot [Y/N], and I might not show it most of the time, or at all, but I don’t want to see you hurt. You really fucking freaked me out earlier when you-” Cliché, but you cut him off with your lips against his and your arms around his neck.

“Tell me all the sappy stuff later, Raphie, just kiss me now okay?”

anonymous asked:

How would each 2012 turt react to their crush making them a playlist of song suggestions? And then, at the end, there's a really sweet love song? And then when they confront the crush about the song, the crush tries to play it off as an accident, and someone else (Maybe Raph, unless Raph's the turtle in question, and then totally Casey. Just my opinion, though ^_^) calls bull on the crush. (This idea got so far away from me omg)

thank you for this prompt oh my gosh and wowza it’s gonna be long so hope that’s okay! -Mod Yaka

  • Leo would be happy to receive a present from you! He’d thank you and listen to the entirety of the playlist when he found the time to. He enjoys each song and is touched. When he hears the love song, he freezes a bit and he feels his body warm up. Out of all the songs, he replays that one just to make sure he heard it right. The next time he saw you he thanked you and told you he loved the playlist, then he became a bit flustered and said he thought the love song was lovely. You immediately feel your heart beating fast and give a weak chuckle and say “Oh what? I must have put that in there by accident or something.” Leo looks away and gives a lame and sad smile, saying “Yeah, probably just an acci—” then Raph groans loudly behind you two and says “Ohhhh for the love of shell stop saying that bull, (y/n), we all know you two like each other. seeing you two being all weird and awkward was kinda funny at first but this is just sad.” You and Leo immediately blush and glance at each other. There’s an awkward moment and Leo clears his throat and says “Let’s not make it so awkward and, I dunno, hug or something?” You chuckle a bit and agree, embracing Leo. You two hug tightly and you find yourself pecking his cheek. “Guess it was good that Raph called me out on my bull.” Leo snorts and starts bursting out laughing.
  • Raph would be surprised when you gave him the playlist. He offered you a small smile. When he found the time to listen to it, he’d play a couple of songs. He grew fond of them. By the time he reached the last song, he would stare at the disc player in disbelief. He didn’t know if it was an accident or intentional that you put the love song it the playlist, and the question was boggling in his mind. The next time he saw you, he seemed a bit nervous and you asked him what was up. He went straight to the point and asked about the love song and whether you meant to put it in there. “O-oh, um, there was a love song? My bad, Raph, I—” Casey swoops in and stands between you two, sighing. “Ah, you two are like, really dumb, and that is bull.” You and Raph look at him confused. He sighs again. “Guess I gotta spell it out for ya. You like Raph, Raph likes you. Now, do something about it, please, it hurts to watch this.” Raph immediately glares at Casey, perhaps not ready to face his feelings yet, and you can’t help but laugh. Raph looks at you confused. “God, we’re acting like those people that are too in their minds to notice that we like each other.” Raph smiles a bit, crossing his arms over his plastron. You decide to do something before it gets awkward and give his nuzzle a smooch. His tough-guy exterior melts away and he smiles so wide you laugh again.
  • Donnie would try not to blush like crazy when you gave him the playlist. He’d thank you sincerely and immediately listen to it whenever you left. He enjoyed every song and wondered how the songs you chose reminded you of him. Thinking about that made him smile a lot. He saw that the playlist was about to end and was about to replay it from the beginning but paused when he heard one last song come on. He listened carefully and started to stammer to himself as it became clear that it was a love song. He was really happy to hear a love song in the playlist, then became conflicted. The thought of it being an accident bounced around his head and he thought that you didn’t like him the way he liked you. It bothered him for the rest of the day, and he knew if he didn’t confront you about it, he’d just be stuck. With every ounce of courage he had within him, he confronted you about it (flustering along the way). You became shy and said “A-a love song? Really? I don’t think I…” Mikey suddenly appears between you two, wraps his arms around you both and pulls you into him. He tuts at you. “C’mon, dudes, just tell each other ya like each other a lot. It’ll make everything easier and you two can be happy!” Donnie shoots Mikey a look that seems to be angry and shocked. Donnie blushes and it’s hard for him to even try to control it. You feel very bashful but see no point in hiding your feelings anymore since Mikey has very obviously revealed them. You look to Donnie. “I-I did mean to put the love song in there. I just wanted to let you know how I feel but then I got really nervous about it and thought you didn’t feel the same way and I forgot I even put it in there—” Donnie smiled at you and chuckled a bit. “I thought you didn’t feel that way either!” Mikey pushed you two together and smiled in awe. “Dawh, look at you two cuties!”
  • Mikey would bounce when you gave him the playlist. “All right, new jams! Thank you!” He’d say, hugging you. He’d play one or two songs a night, wanting the playlist to last as long as it could. He’d look forward to each day knowing that songs were waiting to be listened by him. He couldn’t believe how nice of a gesture and how much time you had put into the playlist. He absolutely treasured it! It took a couple of days for him to reach the end of the playlist. He was about to turn off his music player, wanting to save the last song for tomorrow but stopped when he heard the lyrics. He was laying down and shot up as the song continued to play. He was really puzzled. He wanted to let himself think that you meant to put the song in there but he didn’t want to get his hopes up without clarification. The next time he saw you, he told you it took him days to finish the playlist and that he loved all the songs. Then he said “So did you mean to put that last song in there? Y’know, the love song?” You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to say yes but you were hesitant. Mikey wasn’t showing any signs of emotions as to whether he was happy about the love song being in the playlist or not. The only emotion he showed was curiosity. “Oh, uh, well it’s cool you liked it but I don’t—” You stopped when you saw Leo, Donnie and Raph all look at you with unimpressed looks. “…what?” You asked. Raph shrugged, looked at Mikey, then back at you. “I’m just surprised you two have kept your feelings hidden this long. Lying isn’t gonna help anything, so ya might as well just put it out there.” You and Mikey looked at each other, and Mikey gave a small smile as he looked away. “Guess Raph’s right. I mean, I like ya and stuff, but if you don’t like me like that, I totally get it and it’s cool.” You immediately took a step toward him. “No, Mikey, I do like you, I’m just really weird with this stuff, I guess. I mean, you’re so cool and funny and I thought maybe you wouldn’t—” Mikey interrupted you. “But I do!” He hugged you and pulled away. He looked at Raph and said “thanks, bro, for telling me (y/n) was lying!” You looked away and laughed, feeling a bit bad for lying but glad that you were called out.
Valentine's Day Request💕

Raph was never big on Valentine’s Day.
Sure, it was nice holiday, but when your crush has made plans with someone else, you can’t help but be a little bitter over the whole thing.
Which is why Raph was sitting on the couch, bored and a little bit angry. All he could think about was Y/N on a date with some guy. And that he should have asked her out earlier, but was too much of a coward.
“Stupid son of a-”
He heard the doors open and turned. He’d expected to see Mikey with a pile of pizzas but instead saw Y/N wearing leggings and an oversized sweater.
“Hey, Raph.”
You sat down next to him.
“What are we watching?”
“Nothin’ really…what are ya doing here? I thought ya had a date or somethin’?”
“I did. But the guy just…wasn’t as great as I thought he was. It kind of made me realize something.”
Raph started to feel hopeful for the first time in days.
You turned and smiled.
“Yeah. I hope that I’m not making things weird but I sort of figured out that…I only liked him because he sort of reminded me of you.”
“So ya like me then?”
“That’s not weird or anything is it? Because if it is then-”
Raph cut you off , mumbling something.
“I said that I like ya too. Findin’ out that ya had a date for Valentine’s kinda made me realize that.”
You smiled and held his hand in yours.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Raphael.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, tiger.”
Suddenly, the whole holiday was looking at lot better in his eyes.

Thunderstorms (TMNT x Reader)

Request: Do you think, if you have the time threw out all your request… You could make a fic about the reader being terrified about thunderstorms and lighting? I just thought it would be a cute story to read about the turtle(s) trying to comfort the reader.

A/N: Yay another fic! :D I hope you like this one, it’s with all the turtles! Pretty platonic too, like you’re their little sibling and they’re like your older bros c:

The loud clap of thunder and flash of lightening made you scream and jump about three feet from the ground. You hated being home alone during storms. Your uncle was working through the night at his mechanic shop, and wouldn’t be home until the morning.

You thought about calling up the turtles, but you didn’t want them to come out in this weather.

You remembered your friends very fondly. You and your uncle met them about four years ago when a group of thugs tried to rob your uncle’s shop. They swooped in and kicked butt. They were only very young teenagers at the time, and were a little reckless. They probably would have gotten away without being seen by you and your uncle if one of the thugs hadn’t grabbed you and threatened to shoot your brains out if the turtles didn’t back down. You didn’t remember who it was you saved you, because you were freaking out. But after the thugs had been knocked out, Mikey and Donnie had gotten you guys out of the shop while Leo and Raph tied up the thugs. Your uncle called the cops, and you managed to make the turtles promise to visit you again.

Ever since then, you all have been great friends. They knew almost everything about you, especially your fear of thunderstorms.

A loud tap on the dining room glass door made you jump. You grabbed a knife and spun around, facing the door. You sighed in relief as you spotted the four dorks stood there, smiling and waving at you. However, they were soaking wet. You wasted no time in running over to the door and opening it for them.

“What are you guys doing out in this weather?!” you ran to the bathroom and grabbed four towels for them.

“We remembered you saying you were all alone tonight, so we decided to come visit!” Mikey grinned at you and wrapped you up in a tight hug after he dried himself off.

“Aww, how sweet of you boys!” you giggled as you returned the hug. Another clap of thunder sounded, and you shrieked, hiding your face in Mikey’s shoulder.

“And plus we remembered how terrified of thunder storms you are. We figured it would it help you feel better if you weren’t alone,” Leo patted your shoulder.

“Thanks,” you blushed in embarrassment. You were always ashamed of admitting your fear of storms.

“So what do you want to do? Let’s do something fun!” Mikey pulled away from you and made his way to the living room.

“I don’t recommend playing video games or turning on the tv!” Donnie shouted after Mikey.

“Awww, come on, dude!” Mikey groaned. You giggled and Leo and Raph rolled their eyes.

“I have some old board games if anyone’s interested. I mean, we don’t have to play any of them,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Sounds boring,” Mikey pouted.

“It can’t be that bad. We gotta find sometime to pass the time until the storm blows over,” Raph smirked at you. You smiled back at him before walking over to the gaming closet. Another clap of thunder made you jump. At least you didn’t scream this time. The turtles all let out a chuckle, laughing slightly as you did this.

“Don’t laugh at me you jerks!” you grabbed a pillow off of the couch and threw it at the general direction of th brothers. You didn’t mean to hit anyone, but you ended up hitting Raph in the face.

You froze when the pillow fell down, and Raph gave you a nasty glare. That glare slowly turned into a smirk as he reached down and threw the pillow back at you.

“PILLOW FIGHT!” Mikey cheered. Suddenly, all five of you had grabbed pillows from off the couches and chairs and began throwing them like crazy at each other. You and Mikey were more into it than the other three turtles, but you all didn’t hold back

You and the turtles ran around the house, grabbing more pillows and throwing them or hitting each other. You didn’t know how long you five were at it, but it had to be a while as the time was much later than when the turtles had first arrived.

“Hey, Leo, heads up!” Donnie tackled the fearless leader from behind and Mikey threw two pillows on top of his brother’s head. You laughed as this happened. Donnie got up and also threw his pillow on top of Leo.

“Hey! Get these off of me!” Leo shouted, but was laughing through it all. You and Raph looked to each other and shrugged, also throwing any other pillows you may have had on top of the turtle in blue.

“Wow, Leo, you sure make a great pillow!” You chuckled as you flopped on top of him.

“Okay now you get off,” Leo pushed himself off the floor and you rolled off onto the floor.

The turtles laughed as you sat up and gave Leo a pouty face.

“Aww, is someone upset?” Leo mimicked your facial expression.

“Shut up, Leonardo,” you growled and picked up another pillow, but another clap of thunder sounded, a much louder one, and the power suddenly went out.

You let out a scream of bloody murder and lunged forward and clung onto someone. You didn’t know exactly who, but you were terrified and quite frankly didn’t care.

“(Y/N), hey, calm down! We’re right here,” Donnie’s voice sounded from right above you, and you could feel his chest move as he talked. You hid your face and jumped slightly as the thunder boomed outside.

“I hate thunder storms,” you whined. Donnie patted your head as the two of you sat down on the floor.

Someone else sat down on the other side of you, “They really aren’t that bad. Ya know, all the dead people could be bowling in the sky!”

“Mikey, shut up,” Raph sat down beside Mikey and slapped him upside the head.

“Well, that’s what could be happening,” Mikey mumbled in a rather childish voice.

“Raphael, Michelangelo, grow up. (Y/N) is obviously freaked out and you’re probably making it worse,” Leo scolded the two.

You giggled, “You guys are fine.”

For the next hour or so, the five of you all laid on the floor, all huddled together and listening to the rain fall on the roof, ground, and windows. During that time, you found yourself falling asleep with your head against Mikey’s shoulder.

The turtles most certainly helped calm you down during thunderstorms.

anonymous asked:

Which of the guys would help their best friend get together with one of their brothers, and how would they go about it? (Like, Mikey helping get his best friend together with Raph) thanks so much, i adore your blog! :)

This is so cute <3


He’d tell the to use charm, sway them, maybe even a gift to move things along.  He’s not very good with this kind of thing either, so he thinks of just simple things, things that are comfortable between the two of you.  


Omfg, this guy just friggin’ walks up to whichever brother you have a crush on just….

“Hey (y/n) really likes you.  How ‘bout you start dating?”



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Don is possibly the worst person to be attempting this… like really.  He is so awkward about this he has no clue what he’s doing.  But he’ll try and help if he can.  It will be a slow process, but… he’s trying. Give him credit XD  He cares about you enough that he’s willing to do this.


He… He is actually quite good at this, getting you two together.

“Dontchu worry bruh, I got this covered.  You just sit back and let me work my magic.”

And really, he DOES work his magic.  Within the week he has your crush coming to you first, instead of you going after him instead.  You don’t know what he did, nor do you want to know, but it worked, and you’re thankful for your best friend’s dedication.