mikey 'n raph are really into it

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TMNT bros from out of the shadows!! Refs for myself I guess?? Boy that second movie was so much better than the first. Just way more fun.

and they gave the turtles R E A L   P A N T S  this time. im so happy for them

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TMNT x Reader!

Imagine Autumn reaching New York City.

It’s getting chilly and, the turtles being coldblooded and all, the weather affects them.

The boys bust out the blankets and big, extra comfortable hoodies. Leonardo makes tea and Raphael knits scarves and shawls for his brothers.

Imagine coming over one day to being the team some old blankets, only to find them all together. Raph and Leo on the couch, wearing double hoodies in thier own colors (Raph’s is covered in patches and pins he found). Mikey and Don are sitting on the floor, wrapped in blankets together.

“Hey, fellas. How you holding up?”

Answers are mumbled, your favorite turtle shooting you a smile.

“I just came to being you these, then I’ll be on my way.”

You reach out to hand the blankets to Mikey, only for your hands to accidentally brush.

“Oooh! You’re really warm, Y/N.”

And that’s all it takes.

A quick pull sends you tumbling into the middle of the turtle pile, all cuddled up and covered in blankets before you can blink.

“Uh…guys?”

“Shhh. It’s too cold for arguing, Y/N.”

Well, your plans are pretty much cancelled today. Instead of going out, you stay in with your favorite boys…

4

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!)

You had just gotten separated from your brothers from the sewers beneath the city that never sleeps. The tunnels in New York seemed to be non-stop twists and turns. Having your rock salt gun at the ready, you were not going to take any chances of the creature you ran into earlier that caused this mess.

Everything seemed to be just peachy, well, that was until you took the wrong turn. Sure, you heard rumors of underground cities, but this, it looked like a base headquarters if you will. You hid behind a corner, taking a peek to see if there were any threats. Nothing.. For now, at least.

All of a sudden, you felt the hairs in the back of your neck stand up, warm air blowing down on you. You felt a pair of eyes burning through the back of your head. A stupid decision that you made, was slowly looking up to a figure towering over you. It grabbed onto your shoulders, therefore causing you to let out a small yelp.

“Let me go! I will beat your ass, buddy!” You grunted.

“I’d like to see ya try, kid,” the voice responded. It forcefully pushed you to the floor after releasing you from its grip.

You composed yourself before looking up, your eyes adjusting to the light.

“Who’s this?”

“Dunno.. She was sneaking around.”

“I thought we closed off this space though. Nobody should be able to find this place except for April and Casey.”

“Who cares? She’s cute! New girlfriend! Score for Mikey!”

As you finally regained sight, you saw four figures staring back at you. Big, green, with shells, masks, armed with weapons? Gee, you thought you searched up drugs being sprouted in the sewers. You never thought it would be this bad. Wait a minute.. you got the feeling that you’ve seen them before. They seemed familiar, way too familiar.

“Excuse me, miss,” The turtle with the blue bandanna approached you, crouching down to be at eye level. “Mind telling us how you got here?”

“More like who sent you is the question!” The one in red scowled.

“Raph, we don’t even know the dudette yet!” The one in orange interjected.

“Exactly, you moron!” You presume who was Raph, responded.

“At least give her some space, Leo!” The one in glasses suggested.

You kept on a straight face as you slowly stood up.

“Either I hit my head really hard down here, or Gabriel came back to bite us in the ass…” you muttered.

“Who’s Gabriel?” Raph growled.

You simply dismissed it by the shake of your head, “Nothing..”

“Mind telling us your name, dudette? And possibly your relationship status?” The one called Mikey, spoke up. He easily earned a nudge from Raph.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) Winchester…” You replied simply.

“She’s not.. freaking out like most do, is she?” The one in purple pondered.

“Trust me, I’ve seen weirder…” You answered.
“Worse than weird for the most part…”

“To keep you from getting fire power..” Raph held up your gun.

You shifted your weight onto your left leg as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest, “For your information, that’s only rock salt, genius,” you spoke harshly.

“Mind introducing yourselves so I don’t have to call you anything inappropriate for the establishment?” You gave a fake smile.

“Leonardo… I’m the leader and these are my brothers Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo…” Leo pointed out.

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.

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.”

“Mmhmm.”

“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.

Everything.”

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.”

“But-”

“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.

“Hello?”

“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.”

Tick…tick…tick…

“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.”

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.
————-timeskip————-
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.

Donatello x Reader: Breathe

“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”From the dialogue prompts. 

@tur-nerd-tle-girl asked: 95 Donatello. 

“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

(Gender neutral reader) 

THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SMALL PROMPT BUT IT LOWKEY TURNED INTO A NO SPEECH EXPERIMENTAL FIC IM SO SORRY. 

A/N:  I really wasn’t in the mood to make something really triggering for others and put myself in a bad mood. Soooo I was trying to play around with a bit of disassociation, when I get attacks I tend to disassociate from my surroundings and hyperventilate. Also I wanted to play around with the no dialogue concept (except for the prompt of course), considering how during a panic attack noones words really register (at least for me). SO this kind of happened? Sorry if it’s not really what you wanted, hun :/

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, possible typos


Originally posted by weirdgirlwohoo

It’s funny how the right words said by the right person can have such a significant impact. If it had been said by any other person you suppose it wouldn’t have the same effect. In fact, it may have just made you react in a worse manner. No one ever really takes the “calm down” phrase well. 

But when he says it, you always do. Almost instantaneously. Maybe it’s because he technically paraphrases it, or he just uses a different tone of voice from the others; soothingly clinical. Like the doctors who smile at you while they ask you to breath in and out, listening through the stethoscope to the steady beating of your heart. Or maybe not so steady, you know, it depends. 

You know that standing here, in his lab, your heart isn’t so steady. In fact, it’s erratic, pounding a million miles per second. No matter what you do, you just can’t slow it, you can’t slow your breathing either. Short pants, struggling to drink in the air to satisfy your lungs- not nearly enough. You’re not nearly enough. You’re never enough. 

You crave the words. You crave his words. In fact, you crave more than his words but right now that one sentence from his mouth is the only thing that can cure you. Your head is spinning, your heart begins to hurt. The skin across the planes of your chest tightens as your blood seemingly turns to a liquid flame.

You remember the first time he had said the words and you knew, you freaking knew, that you were a goner. You had kissed the future and seen a glimpse through its gaze, you knew that day that there was and would only be one who would have that tranquil effect on you. How can one make you so nervous but put you in a state of serenity at the same time?

When you had first met him, you were terrified. He was a sight to behold almost majestic. Not only was he larger than life, a mutant species and for some reason in your bedroom at 3am with your reporter roommate; he was intelligent. You knew it the moment you locked gazes with him, the exact point that you caught sight of the molten gold eyes that examined you standing in the doorway with your mouth ajar. He was surprised from what you could tell. Looking back on it he was also panicking severely, spilling several generic phrases that one who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar would say.  

Of course, you immediately opened your mouth and belted out the loudest scream you could possibly produce from your being. That landed you with a large three-fingered hand over your mouth. You were forced into a shock-induced paralysis; unable to fight, to bite his fingers or to kick out at his legs. He was spluttering apologies and attempts of disarmament but you were focused on the way you could feel his hand trembling against your lips. Focused on the way his eyes widened as they caught sight of the tears beginning to collect in the corners of your own. Focused on the way he panicked, just like you had. 

With your back against the doorframe, your mouth covered by the mutant terrapin and your soul pinned by that golden gaze; you couldn’t control the pressure in your chest. You couldn’t bury it beneath something else or disregard it in an attempt to pretend it never existed, it crept throughout your being until it reached the tips of your fingers. 

You hadn’t realized you were hyperventilating until he had quickly removed his hand from your mouth. Lowering himself slowly to reach eye level, you immediately cast away your gaze. You pressed further into the obstruction behind you, your shoulders almost folding backwards around the frame of the door from the pressure. You felt a hand rest lightly on your shoulder, surprisingly soothing to the touch. It was a prompt, a request for you to make eye contact with him so he could understand whether you were registering what he was saying or not. But you couldn’t. The raw intelligence behind his gaze was the most intimidating aspect of the creature before you, he knew more than you did about everything and everything- you could just tell. 

His hand slid lightly from your shoulder to softly grip your chin and tilted your head to meet his eyes. Then he said it. 
“Look at me.”
It was as if you had just broken through the water; as if you had been listening to static and had finally tuned into a station. His voice was gentle but clinical. “Just breathe, okay?”

You knew then that those words would be your saving grace, that he would be your saving grace. 

You guess that’s why you’re standing in his lab at this moment visiting old memories in the midst of a panic attack. Supposedly back in reality, but your head still in a million different dimensions and universes. You don’t really remember why you were panicking, you can’t recall what had triggered this onslaught of hostile emotions. You do remember the overall sensation, the way it blurred into a dull ache that now violates every inch of your body. The sense that you’re not good enough, that you would never be good enough. 

It is such an unoriginal fear, almost embarrassing but nevertheless, it is painstakingly present in your life. You know he catches your frantic breathing when you hear a tool being dropped to clatter on the floor carelessly. He never handles his tools carelessly. You hear your name being called, it’s muffled- like hearing music pound from the surface when you’re beneath the water.

 But then he says it, with his fingers gripping your chin gently. Those six little words- damned words- that had you falling into him every time. His cool breath against your cheek, his gaze seeking out yours frantically and his genuine concern evident through his firm tone. You know he cares for you deeply, he fails miserably at hiding things unless it’s hiding the shy smile that works its way onto his lips behind his hand. 

“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

You know you’ve leaned into his touch as you’re brought back to reality- his reality. It’s an unbreakable cycle and you’ve just rounded back to the start. 

It’s funny how the right words said by the right person can have such a significant impact. If it had been said by any other person you suppose it wouldn’t have the same effect. No one ever really takes the “calm down” phrase well. But when he says it, you always do. Almost instantaneously. Maybe it’s because he technically paraphrases it, or he just uses a different tone of voice from the others; soothingly clinical.

Maybe, it’s because Donatello has had an unintended, intangible hold over you since you met him; and you love it. 

Favorite Color

       Donatello sat at his computer system scanning the various computer monitors showing the New York city underground as well as various programs. Luckily everything was looking slow. He stood up and stretched. He needed coffee.


      He walked through the lair and passed the couch. The smell of grapes wafted across his snout, barely a fault in his stride he chalked the smell up to his sleep deprived mind.


      Once in the kitchen he reached for the coffee pot and poured the last mug full of the dark liquid. It had become cold long ago but he didn’t want to make a whole new pot just for himself. It was only five in the afternoon; his brothers shouldn’t be up for another couple of hours. He threw the mug in the microwave and waited until it was just shy of boiling.


      As he walked back into the living area he nearly choked. A waterfall of purple hair that perfectly matched his mask fell like a waterfall from the arm of the couch. Y/N was laying on the couch asleep, most likely taking a nap so she could hang out with them later.


     He didn’t know how long he was staring but he quickly adjusted his glasses as she began to stir. He watched as she stretched and her hair spiked in various places as she swept it up into a ponytail before hiding it in a beanie. She never wore those.


       That’s when Mikey appeared. “Y/N! Honeybun! What are you doing here?” he asked as he plopped down next to her. Donnie rolled his eyes at the nickname, first April being called Angel Cakes and now Y/N is Honeybun. She laughed, “Don’t you remember Mikey? We were going to go a few rounds of Mario Kart before Leo finishes meditating and shows me how to block using his swords.”


       “Oooh yeah!” Mikey all but jumped up from the couch to set up the console. Once on his feet he paused and sniffed the air “Hey Y/N do you smell grapes?” She blushed and laughed, a hand making its way up to her hat. “Oh yea, it’s a new shampoo I got from my … uh cousin yea! She told me to try it out, said that it would help with split ends.” She said as she reached for her phone, probably to shut off an alarm.


        “Then what’s with the hat Shorty?” Raph asked with a smirk as he made his way to the couch. Donnie glanced at his watch. Was it really six already? How long had he been standing there? He took sip of his coffee. It was stone cold. Quickly and quietly he made his way back into the kitchen, luckily it had two entrances. Donnie started a new pot of coffee as he listened to the commotion in the other room.


        “My hat?” There was a slight pause, he could tell she was trying to come up with something. “Oh, just trying a new style, it looks so cute on Savanna I wanted to try it out.” He heard Raph give a low hum like the one he gives Mikey when Mikey says he didn’t do something but Raph doesn’t believe him.


        He could hear the padding sound of her feet. Having long since become familiar with the sound during the many nights she stayed over with them for one reason or another. He felt a small pressure on his shell and looked down knowing she was there. She looked up and met his eye, he swore his skin became a few shades darker as he felt himself blush. She smiled softly at him and glanced at the coffee pot. “I smelled the coffee, I can never make it as good as you do it.”


       He swallowed, not trusting his voice he just reached into the make shift cabinet he had built for the mug that was specially set aside for her. He made her cup just the way she liked it before pouring himself his own. He watched as her nose crinkled as it burned her mouth. He smirked trying to hide his amusement no matter how many times she’s had coffee at the lair it never fails to burn. He had tried more than once to make her wait as the “improved” coffee pot made the coffee come out significantly hotter than anything bought but it either ended with her ignoring him or she totally forgot about her mug.
He looked away from her to the door way that led to the living room. He could hear Mikey and Raph mumbling in there but couldn’t make out the words. When those two got together it never ended without some sort of mess. A second later Mikey came jumping into the kitchen.


       “Hey honeybun! You gonna come play or what?” He asked as he hugged her and nearly made her spill her coffee. “Yea I’m coming, just put me as Yoshi.” Before she could finish her sentence, Mikey took off like a shot to get the game started. Y/N followed shortly after but not before she placed the now empty mug in the sink to be washed later. As she walked through the door way he heard Mikey call “Hey Don! Want to come play?”


       He walked to stand in the door way. “Nah, I’ll watch a round or two but I have to finish running a code.” He said, he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of disappointment flash over Y/N’s face. A few minutes passed as he studied Y/N’s face trying to figure out if he really saw disappointment or if it was his imagination. He noticed how focused she got while trying to beat Mikey in the race, Yoshi battling for 1st place with Bowser. He almost didn’t notice Raph getting closer to the two. Don’s brow furrowed slightly, odd Raph rarely watches unless they are playing some fighting game.


      In a split second, Don barely seeing it himself, Raph grabbed the hat and pulled it off freeing the once Y/H/C now turned purple free from its hiding place. Y/N let out a yelp and tried to reach for the hat but it was too late, all of them saw her hair. Even Leo who had just opened the sliding door to the Dojo.
The whole room was silent with exception of the game music in the background. The silence didn’t last for long “DUUUDDDEEEE!!” Mikey’s voice seemed to break some sort of trance and Y/N took off faster than any of the turtles had seen her move other than while training.


      Donnie followed Y/N into the lab. He found her sitting on his bed, blanket covering her head. She had a book in her hand but he could tell she wasn’t really reading it, the book was upside down. “Y/N?” he called out. She looked up at him, her face was noticeably flushed.  He cleared his throat “So um …” he coughed before readjusting his glasses. “The hair is interesting” he said as he sat next to her and pushed the blanket off. “Why purple?” he asked. She brushed her fingers through it before looking up at him. “It’s my favorite color.” She smiled when she noticed his snout become a few shades darker.

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.”


Drunk

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.

anonymous asked:

I love your blog so much and Thea is awesome!! I was wondering how would the brothers react if their crush was able to jump really high and could run incredibly fast? I saw this little scenario in my head that Raph and Mikey were playing basketball and Raph teased Mikey for being so short by holding the ball out of his reach. Leo's getting pretty pissed and Donnie's just watching from afar but suddenly (y/n) jumps on Raph's shoulders, snatches the ball and scores for Mikey. :D

Thank you!  I love my baby girl too!!! <3

Leo:

He’s no longer pissed and let’s out a loud burst of laughter.  Raph just got duped by (y/n)!

Originally posted by briansfancies

Raph:

…….

Originally posted by gameraboy

Donnie:

You can hear him bellow out laughter from across the room, following with a “HELL YEAH!” at the end.

Originally posted by stilesbiatch

Mikey:

HE’S SO HAPPY.  That was kickass! He’s not even concerned about scoring now!  He just wants to see you play!

Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

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.”

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?”

purplekitten30  asked:

Can you write one where the reader is a street performer and the 2016 turtles regularly go to watch her from a sewer that they can see her from. But during one of her songs she sends them a wink and they kind of all freak out and blush cause they didn't know anyone could see them? She drops a note before she leaves to meet her someplace and she tells them that she's always known they watch her and she isn't afraid of them. She thinks they're all really cute and they all become great friends

You liked to perform. Whether is was in the day or in the middle of the night, you always found time for your music but being a street performer wasn’t so bad. It was better than being stuck in an office with a boss yelling in your ear. And you always had your audience who never seemed to miss you shows. And they weren’t just human. 

“Dudes, come on, I hear her starting!” Mikey exclaimed impatiently as he lead the way towards their special spot to look through without being spotted in the outside world. Raphael rolled his eyes but for once didn’t snap back a snarky remark because he, was also growing impatient. This was one of the things he could do with his brothers without being completely annoyed with them and that was watching the mysterious human girl sing at random times during the week. She never had a schedule. She just appeared. None of them could remember why or how they had passed by and heard the angel singing but they just did. It might have been after a long patrol or it could have been Mikey exploring the sewers. They had done it for so long it didn’t really matter.

“Mikey, calm down. We don’t want to be seen.” Leonardo scolded him, always reminding his brother not to make too much noise or they would be caught. Master Splinter would not appreciate that and yet he still let them attend the human’s daily concerts per afternoon or evening. A few times, their sensei had come along himself, intrigued by his son’s curiosity for her music. Tonight though, he had not come, feeling rather tired and wished some sleep while the four brothers hurriedly tiptoed throughout the sewers, hoping they could at least listen to one song.
Back at the surface, Y/N was finishing the song. She sighed, politely accepting the claps of an eager five year old with his mother and an elderly couple who were just looking at the time and heading off. The moon was high in the sky, highlighting the few hairs that had made their way into the human’s tired eyes and she pushed them back with a delicate finger. She glanced at the small opening towards the sewers that lay underneath the sidewalks of the bustling city. You were a bit disappointed that they hadn’t come tonight. You always looked forward to seeing their eyes light up when you strummed your guitar and tapped your foot to the beat. You looked at the time. It was time to go. You took one last glance at the opening and was met with four pairs of eyes and you smiled. They look surprised and then you remembered that you had never made any type of contact with them before. You hadn’t even made eye contact with them. You sent them a wink, thinking that it was about time that should change. 
You grabbed your guitar again and started playing, hearing vaguely their panicked hushes of being seen. 
“Did she see us?” 
“I think so.”
“Why didn’t she freak out?”
“Is it safe?” 

By the time you had ended the last verse they were still whispering, you took a piece of a brown paper bag that you had purchased with your lunch and took a pencil from behind your ear. You scribbled a note, creeping over towards the opening and slipped it inside, a small gust of wind carrying it towards the mysterious creatures. You heard a shriek that sounded like it came from a little girl and you tried to hide your laugh by quickly walking off and packing up your things. 

Back to the turtles, they stared at Raph who was covering his mouth sheepishly. 
“Aww, Raph, not need to be scared.” Mikey teased which earned him a large smack across the head. 
“What does it say?” Leo asked Donnie who held the messy piece of a paper bag in his trembling three fingered hand. 
“Meet me in the alley around the corner in ten. I think it’s time we met.” Donnie recited as his eyes scanned the words. 
They all exchanged a look of pure shock. Could it be? That someone wanted to meet them, even if they knew they were not normal? 
“Well, you read the message. let’s meet her.” 

You waited in the alley, your guitar case lying in front of your feet, rocking on your heels trying to calm your nerves. You were excited yet nervous. You knew these things were green, that they wore masks and had the complexion of what seemed to be reptiles, your guess, turtles. You expected them to have shells but you had no idea how big they were going to be. 

You first saw the manhole cover from a few feet away from you start to move, being lifted carefully over someone’s head. You tried to remain calm once they had emerged. You didn’t want to act like normal people, like scream, faint etc. They lived in the sewers for a reason, people obviously didn’t understand them and you didn’t want to make a bad impression. You watched them stand to their full height and you had to crane your neck to look at them all. You gave them a smile which the one in the orange gladly returned and the others seemed a bit stand offish. 

“Hello.” You said, holding out your hand to shake and that’s when you noticed they had three large fingers on each hand. 
Mikey gave you a fist bump while Donnie and Leo shook your hand and Raph sent you a polite nod. 

“So um… Who are you guys?” 
Leo stepped forward, bowing. “Miss, we’re ninjas.”
“And we’re teenagers!” Mikey exclaimed and Raph rolled his eyes. 
You giggled. “That’s pretty cool.” You said, which made the four turtles smile bashfully. “So, I’ve uh… Seen you guys around and I just wanted you to know that I’m not like afraid of you or anything, I think you guys are actually pretty awesome for coming to pretty much every performance. It’s kind of cute.” You blushed. 
“Awww! Leo! Can we keep her?!” Mikey pleaded with his signature puppy eyes which made you laugh out loud. Donnie chuckled and so did the rest of the brothers. 
“She ain’t a pet, Mikey.” Raph told him. 
You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “What are your names? If you don’t mind me asking that is.” 
“Leo.”
“Raph.”
“Donnie.”
“Mikey is what the ladies call me.” 
“Nice. I’m Y/N.”
Usually people wouldn’t really know where they would go from here. But you did. You knew. You knew this would become a beautiful friendship with for four life long friends.

anonymous asked:

*whispers* concept: chubby reader X tmnt where the main focus isn't on her hating her body and getting sympathy cuddles? (Not a personal attack or anything, it's just that every one's do e it a bunch and iv yet to see another theme for chubby readers)

so sorry this took a while dear also I didn’t know if u meant all of them at once or one by one so I just did them all at once, sorry if I’m wrong c:

Chubby Reader x Tmnt

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(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!”

I've had enough (TMNT X DEPRESSED!READER)

WARNING: THIS STORY MENTIONS  DEPRESSION AND CUTTING. IF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU PLEASE DON’T READ. 
(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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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.”


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.
“What?”
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.)