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When’s the next watch party
I’m back from the dead guys. WE NEED ANOTHER WATCH PARTY!!!!
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#raphael#leonardo#donatello#bayverse tmnt#tmnt 2007#rise!tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse#melancholysway
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I LOVE YOUR JAPANASE TMNT HEADCANONS!!!! omg do you have any more?! I absolutely loved reading the ones you wrote !!!
Yes! I’m thinking about Japanese food, culture, and media for this one!:
TMNT Headcanons: Japanese II (Culture & Media, Misc.)
- Mikey & Leo 1000000% watch anime together
- Mikey will often cook Japanese style meals for the fam if Leo requests it (he’s usually the only one besides Splinter who does)
- Donatello does not know how to use chopsticks idc I know he uses them in the 2013 series but I just KNOW Donnie 😭that man don’t know how to use those. If anything, he pretends to be a walrus and sticks them in his mouth to try and make April laugh (this does make her laugh).
- 87’, 2007, & 2003 Donnie might be the only ones who know how to use chopsticks
- Bayverse Mikey is into J-Pop- LOVES LiSA, all that good music
- Raphael’s favorite kind of sushi is an Alaska or Philly roll (both have salmon which is high in protein)
- 2007 Raphael doesn’t like Japanese cuisine that much, he would rather have Chinese.
-speaking of sushi…
- Donnie likes the classic California roll, or even a mango/avocado roll
- Mikey likes a sweet potato roll, or a spicy crab
- Leo prefers sashimi over sushi, he also is probably the only one other than Master Splinter who enjoys Miso soup in the household
- Leo picks traditional Japanese meals over pizza, despite the rest of his brothers choosing pizza 24/7
- Leonardo definitely has a Japanese-style room, much like Splinter’s
- if Raphael could go anywhere, it would be Japan along with Leonardo. Donatello wants to go to Spain, and Mikey wants to visit Italy for obvious reasons.
- despite loving South America, 2007 Leo was still a little upset his training wasn’t on the outskirts of Tokyo
- Leonardo is the only turtle that can meditate as long as Splinter can
- 2012 Mikey definitely loves Haikyuu and nobody can tell me differently
- 2007(and 2003) April and Casey have a trip planned to visit and stay in rural Japan with the turtles if possible
- rise!leo really wants a Japanese-dragon style tattoo on his arm
- bayverse Raphael 100% makes blankets with Kanji symbols stitched into them
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thank you for giving me inspiration to write a 2007 raphael x reader <3
You're very welcome luv!!! I would love to read it whenever you finish it or if it's done, share it with me! <3
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Just a friendly reminder, that we appreciate all writers on Tumblr that take the time out of their day to write content for people to enjoy. Thank you! 🙂✨️
Ya'll I've literally been gone for so long it's insane, but I'm going through my inbox (severely feeling terrible because I haven't fulfilled requests yet like I said I was...I'm sorry.)
But I have no idea when this was sent or what it's referring to or what context but I think it's pretty obvious that we do appreciate all writers...?
I don't know if it was directed towards me or just a general statement but yes guys we appreciate EVERYONE <3
please support your fave writers on tumblr by liking, reposting, commenting, and sharing their work! :)
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Did not eat I fear 😭😭pick up them crumbs sis
No but fr get a job is CRAZY because I guarantee you your favorite tmnt blogs are writers who work full time supporting a family or some shit so the audacity 😭😭😭THE GALL😭😭
but no I went through their blog and even though they apologized, calling people disgusting is wild. Y’all please think before you type before posting something💀
like yes you’re entitled to your opinion, but you should’ve worded it better like “I’m not comfortable with XYZ, please do not interact, thank you!” It’s really that simple. Set boundaries respectfully!
LISTEN UP! EVERYONE! AND TO ANYONE WHO IS AN ADULT IN THE TMNT COMMUNITY! LISTEN RIGHT NOW!
You are NOT allowed on my blog or any of my socials AT ALL. You are NEVER going to be welcome. You guys disgust.
Grown women and men should NOT be simping or crushing or shipping themselves with the turtles. Ya'll forget the first "T" in TMNT. They are called TEENAGE mutant ninja turtles for a reason. Please for gods sake get a job and start paying your taxes. You are no longer quirky hormone enraged teenagers like you you used to be. Please just stop. It's pedophilic behavior.
So if you ship yourself with the turtles from any iteration while your still an adult or even have a crush one them, LEAVE this blog IMMEDIATELY. Hell even block me!
You disgust me and you will NEVER be welcome here. Screw you.
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are you ever planning on writing more smut on ur other blog?
Yes YES YES! I would love to write headcanons and short imagines! If you want to request something, go ahead!
BUT PLEASE NOTE: I only write smut for the mature versions of the turtles (2007) (I’m unsure if bayverse should be an exception too but I’m leaning towards yes!)
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Sorry, if this is an obvious question. Does the ask/subs open mean requests are open too? Or just asks about different things? Don't want to send anything in if your swamped with requests. 💻😵💫
Hi! I’m so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, but yes, they’re open! I’m not exactly swamped with requests, but I haven’t gotten around to doing the 3 or 5 or so sitting in my inbox :(, I kind of sporadically answer them now due to not having time in my busy days, but I always try to get to write a little something for them so I can write little by little until I can post it!
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I love!!!
TMNT 2012 Raphel Hamato x Reader - Give Me a Chance
This was a commission from @virtualdonutenemy, thanks for the work! For any questions regarding commissions, go here.
Summary: After Raph watches your date with a classmate go south, he makes sure not to waste you getting all dolled up.
Warnings: Inuendo, angst, fluff, lime, possessive!Raph, overprotective!Leo, sheltered!Reader, rebounding, lust, sad/desperate!Reader, perv!Raph
You weren’t capable of letting down your smile. There was just no way, you were too excited. After months of subliminal flirting, bashful compliments, and loaning pencils, the cute guy in your comp sci class had finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier.
Carefully, you drug the felt tip of your lipgloss wand across your bottom lip, pursing and puckering to spread the shimmer evenly. Glancing down at your phone, you read the time and beamed again. You’d have just enough time to put on some earrings and shoes before having to leave. After doing so, you did a once-over in the mirror, twirling and giggling at the way the hem of your dress flew outwards. Suddenly, as if to rain on your parade, your phone began to buzz, shimmying around in its spot on your bed.
You were expecting to see the name of the gentleman you were meeting tonight, probably calling to cancel your evening plans. The name of your ‘eldest brother’ scrolling sideways across the screen brought you little relief, though. If the boys found out about your date, no doubt they’d try to interfere.
“Hello?” you answered cautiously, pacing through your living room.
“Where are you right now?” Leo’s stern voice rang out through the speaker.
“Home, why?” you asked, secretly impatient as you checked the time. Now you were definitely going to be late.
“Hang tight, I’m on my way.” The announcement was so sudden that you hardly had time to react but blurted out a flustered opposition.
“N-No, I have a date!” Silence befell his end and you began to wonder if the line had gone dead or he’d maybe lost signal somehow.
“A date?!” Leo furiously sprang back to life. “With who?!”
“The guy I told you about the other day…?” you murmured, hoping he could recall the conversation well enough for you to avoid elaborating.
“You didn’t tell he’d asked you out!” He pressed further, irritated at your lack of communication.
“I knew you’d freak out!” you reasoned, a distressed tremble in your voice. “And besides, I didn’t think it was your business!”
“Your safety is our business,” Leo argued, stony as ever. “(Y/N), you know the rules.” The ‘rule’ in question forbade you from doing most things that required you to leave your home unless for school, or to visit the lair; on the few occasions you were allowed to, you were to wear bland clothes. Nothing attention-grabbing like the low cute, crimson red spaghetti strapped cocktail dress you now wore. “There’s no way you can be discrete in that dress, what if someone sees you and follows you home or worse-”
“Please, Leo!” you suddenly interjected. “I rarely ever leave get to do anything and I really like this guy! Please just let me do this one thing!”
The eldest sibling paused for a moment as if taken back, before finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you promise to be careful? Call us if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong?”
“I swear, Leo!” You promised, holding your fists tightly to your chest, likely to keep your heart from beating out of it as you waited for his response.
“Fine,” he reluctantly submitted, shaking his head on the other end. “Have fun and be careful, okay?”
“I will, thank you so much!” You squealed, excitedly stomping in place before abruptly hanging up, presumably to be on your way.
Rolling his eyes and pivoting to return to his training in the dojo, Leo froze when he noticed Raph standing in the doorway to said room, peridot eyes zeroed in on the exit. Before the older knew it, he was being passed by as the other turtle prepared to leave. “Don’t follow her,” Leo warned knowingly, crossing his arms as his younger brother bustled about the room to gather his things. “This is a terrible idea and you know it.”
“Leo’s right, Raph,” Don piped up, exiting the lab and trekking to the kitchen, empty mug in hand. “You know how she gets, there’s no way this is gonna end well for you.” The first pair both glanced up at the new player in the conversation before going back to it. “I’m just sayin’ I speak from personal experience,” the brainiest turtle continued, pouring his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day and stirring additives into it. “Give her some space, man.”
For just a moment, the hotheaded brother halted, taking his family’s advice into account, before ultimately deciding that, he wouldn’t heed it. “Yeah, whatever. You guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he grumbled, continuing his descent down the stairs toward the exit of the lair.
Obviously, the others didn’t know you the way he did, he thought. They didn’t know how clumsy and gullible you could be, how badly you needed his guardianship. That's what he told himself anyway, it would be much too embarrassing for him to admit that the real reason he was following you out on this date was to pretend that the guy you were going out with was him.
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You stifled a giggle, kicking your legs beneath the table and clenching the rusty satin of your dress in your fists, all in an attempt to calm yourself before your date arrived. Admittedly, you were a tiny bit disappointed to find that your date was nowhere to be seen, even though you were five minutes late yourself. Nonetheless, you got a table for the two of you, ordered a pair of waters and an appetizer, then waited. The tantalizing smell of garlic bread enticed you as it sat untouched in the middle of the table. You thought it was probably bad etiquette to start eating without your date.
Minutes ticked by as your throat became more and more parched- no doubt a product of your constant nervous swallowing. Surely, it wouldn’t be too rude to sip your drink while you wait. Before you realized it, your glass was nearly empty and a waitress was at your side offering a refill. She glanced down at you with a sympathetic smile that you didn’t quite understand at the time before turning and hurrying away. Another check of the time revealed your gentleman caller to now be nearly fifteen minutes that, though to you it felt more like thirty. Screw this, you were hungry.
One basket of bread and another refill later and you found yourself obsessively checking your phone for any word from him, only to find yourself sorely disappointed every time. You were very rapidly beginning to lose hope, when suddenly, your phone vibrated, dancing about on the table. You hastily checked it to find a text from the man of the hour:
“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Sick.”
You hadn’t even noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them roll off your chin. Even though he’d excused himself as ill, you still felt so…unwanted, so cast aside. Shuddering, you instantly flagged down the waitress, desperately trying to conceal your hurt. You just wanted to pay out and go home.
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From a nearby rooftop, Raph watched the entire scene unfold with glossy eyes. It almost reminded him of the pilot to a show you’d made him sit through last summer, only this wasn’t a sitcom. This would likely have a lasting effect on your self-esteem.
He was a little relieved when you finally stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, frantically wiping tears away with your wrist. You were a bullet train now, racing down the avenue needing to get home as fast as possible. Startled, Raph jumped to his feet, seeing his time to intercept you being diced into seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was on the wet pavement of a sketchy alleyway, stalking behind as your figure darted between cars and tall structures.
Suddenly, he halted in his pursuit of you- what would you say if you found him following you? There was a good chance you wouldn’t just fall helplessly in his arms like he hoped you would. Was there a way he could surprise you and sweep you off your feet without letting you in on his possessive tendencies?
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Wailing, you barged into the lobby of your apartment complex, face hidden in your shoulder as you blew past the doorman, cutting his greetings short. Too embarrassed to sit in anyone’s presence long enough for the elevator to arrive, you burst through the stairwell door, clumsily speeding up them, tripping all the while and crawling back up yourself. After falling up four flights, you finally reached your floor and bolted for the exit, fantasizing about the way your plush bedding would envelop you in security. Still sniveling, but with sanctuary within reach, you shoved your key into the lock and threw the front door open, only to fall forward into the apartment dramatically, catching yourself before gravity could take over.
Exhausted, you haphazardly tossed your belongings onto the floor, shedding layers and accessories as you traversed the space. Heels in the hall, purse on the couch, and earrings on the kitchen island, you finally reached the bedroom in only your red cocktail dress, dainty necklace, and smudged makeup. As your fingers gripped the door handle you stopped, smelling something smokey, possibly with a floral hint. Alert to a possible intruder, you raised your guard and prepared for the worst before gently pushing the door and letting it creak open on its own.
Beyond the door, Raph lounged on your bed, waiting for you to arrive home. Surrounding him were throw blankets and pillows, an open take-out box with a steaming pizza, piled with your favorite toppings, and a rose-scented candle burning on the nightstand. Illuminating it all was your television, set on the menu screen of your favorite childhood film, the remote control resting on his chest. “Welcome home,” he said cooly, voice full of gravel, but a languid smile speaking volumes. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that poured from your throat as you lurched forward, collapsing against him.
Raph went rigid beneath you, having been concealing his anxiety about your reaction for quite a while. As you heaved and wept against him, he eased back into you and slowly wrapped you in his arms, hushing your woes. “Dollface, what’s the matter?” he asked carefully as if he didn’t already know.
“Leo was right,” you shuddered. “I never should have gone out with that stupid prick!”
“A date, so that’s where ya been?” Raph asked lightheartedly, pushing you away by your shoulders so he could see your face. “No wonder you’re all prettied up.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and blood rushed to your face. “Now tell me who that asshole is and what he did to you.”
“H-He…” you sniffled, sitting up fully on your knees and in between his. God, you looked so vulnerable in that position, and the way the ruching of your dress pulled your waist in- That wasn’t the point. “He just never showed up…” you muttered weakly. “He didn’t tell me he was sick ‘til way after he was supposed to be there…” You couldn’t keep yourself from crumbling again, falling back into his arms.
“Shhh…” he cooed, scaly hand caressing your shuddering back. “I got ya, babe, it’s okay.” What seemed to be hours passed with him simply holding you as you cried when you finally spoke again, albeit in a quiet and broken tone.
“R-Raph, do you think I’m pretty…?”
“My God, babe, is that even a question?” he suddenly snorted, prompting you to erect yourself to gain distance from him. He could plainly see the hurt in your eyes as you loomed over him, though his eyes were elsewhere- darting all over your body and eating you up. “Like seriously, how honest do you want me to be, 'cause we’ll be here all night.”
“I don’t want you to lie…” you answered, anxiety bubbling up in your blood.
“I mean where do I start?” he laughed, hands ghosting over your hips, but never actually making contact. “You got these perfect hips and that pretty face, tight ass,” he smirked as you flustered more and more above him, eyelids becoming heavy with want. “You’re a total fox baby.” he dazzled, finally laying his hands on you. “I always wanted to make you feel pretty, just give me a chance baby and I swear, you won’t ever doubt yourself again.” You felt dizzy under all his attention. You’d always had a feeling Raph had a crush on you, but you never would have thought him so passionate. Gradually and instinctually, you leaned closer to him, hazily sealing your lips against his, humming lightly. Kissing him felt so natural, and so necessary, neediness taking you whole.
“(Y/N), I love you,” he confessed, eyes trained on your lips as he parted from you. You weren’t entirely sure whether or not to believe him, as everything around you moved so fast but you felt so special… “So whadaya say, dollface? We got food, your favorite movie, and all night…” he persuaded you, pulling you closer into his lap. “I can help ya get changed into something a little more comfy if ya want...”
Finally, your painted lips curled into a beaming grin and tears pricked your eyes once more, this time for overwhelming joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”
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OOOOOH!!! THIS HURT SO BAD BUT I LIKE A LITTLE PAIN!!!!
AMAZING!
一∑ Not Enough・゜・。
author’s note: i feel pretty meh about this but we posting anywayssss c: thank joji for this ! here’s to heartbreak and betrayal~~~
warnings: cursing, hurt + no comfort, angst to the max, unedited
word association: first love, relationships, broken trust, loneliness, betrayal, self-deprecation, doubt, emotional breakdowns
song inspired: “ Ew by Joji ”
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First love.
Not a crush. Not a like. Those don’t come close. Those can’t compare. To the all-encompassing feeling that is love. Especially the first.
If Donatello had been aware of what would happen. Of the impact that it would leave. In this moment, he would say it is not worth it.
You…
His teeth bared at just the thought. He couldn’t think of you for one moment without a searing pain lancing through his entire being. Making his teeth ache and he found he was curling into himself. He straightened once he realized what he was doing.
Sitting wasn’t helping. He stood. Maybe going back to pacing would help. Help him to finally think. His eyes were to the floor. Watching his feet march a couple of paces here. Only to stop when he saw debris on the floor and to turn back the way he came.
Pacing.
He tried once more.
You… you’re.. his everything. His first real crush. His first kiss. His first love.
Of course the beginning with you had been a cliche, he had saved you. But that was one of the only ways he came into contact with humans. Maybe that’s what you had fallen in love with, a ‘hero.’ He was anything but that. He hardly felt up to par with his brothers. They were naturals. Wielding their mystic powers with ease while it was still a struggle for Donnie. But maybe that one heroic moment with him had been the reason why you fell so hard and so fast for him.
You had taught him a lot. He was never a vocal person. Not when it came to his emotions. You taught him to communicate better, better than Mikey had been able to. So much so that he had been able to confess a deep emotion like love to you. And you’d accepted him. Loved him back. For a time everything was great. You were around all the time. Nothing else seemed to really matter to Donnie. You were his world and he just circled around it. You continued to be his first for a lot of things. Time continued to pass by and his feelings for you never faded. They only grew stronger and that bond between the two of you would last forever.
Except.
It didn’t.
Unbeknownst to Donnie, your feelings had faded.
His pacing stopped. His eyes drilling holes into the ground before he forced his head to turn to his monitor. Ignoring the rest of the wreck. His heart started to race, in a sickening way that made him feel dizzy. He was looking at a you. His monitor held you.
And someone else. He felt sick as he forced himself to stare. The adoration pouring from your gaze as you held onto this..this stranger! His stomach rolled as he remembered what came after. What not even he could force himself to look at for a second time.
When you had said you “needed a break.” Donnie had thought it was because of school. That’s how you had made it sound. That you were stressed. You needed time alone. It had never sounded like a break up. In fact a kiss was shared between you two before you had left the lair that day. Reassuring him that everything was fine. That you weren’t leaving him. That you loved him more than anything. That this was just for you, and your health.
Donnie had distracted himself to not text you as much. To not call you as much. He still sought after you on social media though. He checked your location from time to time just to keep him from being restless with worry. It was especially hard when the days apart started to add up.
So when you had told him school was out for the summer…that you were out celebrating with friends.. he couldn’t stop himself. He just had to see you. Even if it was just for a moment. He’d tracked your location to some club. Had gotten on the roof to see that no you weren’t inside the building but on the side. Without even thinking Donnie had moved to the edge, moments from jumping down to make a grand entrance in front of you. Not thinking about the what-ifs of getting caught by other humans. He wanted to surprise you. To see that lovely smile light up your face as you took him in, maybe if he was lucky he’d get a kiss. He’d take anything you would give him.
The only thing that stopped him from jumping down was hearing your voice squeal someone else’s name.
Even then, Donnie hadn’t thought anything of it, just a change of plans, to not drop down but to text you saying ‘I’m here!’ or ‘Look up!’ or ‘Hang back for a minute.’
Then he looked over the edge and saw you pressed against the brick wall of the building he was on top of. Looking into the eyes of another with excitement, with anticipation, with love.
And kissing the stranger. Again. And again. And again. Over. And over. And over again.
He had staggered back. Shaking from head to toe as he tore off into the sky. Running away. Flying straight back home to ruin everything in his path. Mainly his lab. And when he could finally piece together two thoughts that weren’t to destroy shit. He already had the recording set up on his monitor. Paused on that look on your face.
He had fled the scene but as always he recorded everything. He couldn’t press play… he couldn’t. This image alone was painfully enough. In fact he had to turn away. Staggering back to his lone chair. It was one of the few things that survived his wrath.
“Fuck.” He croaked as he slumped over, elbows on his knees as his palms pressed into his eyes. Why was this happening? What had he done? You loved another?? He wasn’t enough??? Why had he thought he ever would be? What he didn’t understand was why you even bothered in the first place if this was to be the outcome.
Why had you taught him all of those things?
To love.
Pointless. It was all unbearably pointless.
Hadn’t he become someone more worthy? Now that he knew how to communicate properly and not shut down? To not crawl into his lab and sulk for weeks without speaking his mind? Why? Why. Why??? Why was he still not enough?
For some reason he had thought that love was unconditional. Undying. But it was a fickle thing. Something he now knew he couldn’t rely on. He would never make the same mistake again.
His eyes started to burn and he pressed the heels of his palms into them harder. He didn’t want this. If this was what he got for loving someone as much as he had loved you, he didn’t want it. It hurt. His breathing quickened, no matter how hard he pressed, tears leaked out, wetting his hands as he held back sobs. No. No. No.
And before he knew it the mantra couldn’t overpower his pathetic whimpers. Then it grew louder, more convulsive as the sobs turned to howls. This was worse than any physical pain. How would he be able to fix this. Was there a cure? He didn’t want to feel anything anymore.
After crying until he couldn’t anymore, slowly he straightened in his seat. His tear ducts ached, the stains on his face burned, but it didn’t matter. He had cried so much, for so long, he was sure he would never do it again. Donnie stood, taking in the entirety of his lab. He’d have to clean up first. Then he could work on something. Anything. That would help. It always did. His wrist-tech vibrated, along with his monitor changing screens to show an incoming call from you.
He swiped it away.
He knew what a ‘break’ meant now. He didn’t need to hear you. He didn’t need your confirmation nor consolation. He didn’t need closure. He had lived without you before. He surely could do it again.
He fought against the pain that rushed forward. No he wouldn’t feel anything. He didn’t need you. It was all a sham. Another weakness that he couldn’t afford. He’d forget about this. About you. And he was sure one day he could convince himself this was all some stupid fever dream that he had made up to pass the time.
It would be like you never even existed.
Though it would never conceal the fact that he felt deficient. That he was lacking. That he was someone inadequate to love.
Deep down in the marrow of his bones he would always feel like he was never enough.
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I LOVE THIS!!! I really enjoy your writing style, & this was a great short fic!
confessions pt. 2
(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)
leonardo
leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.
nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.
leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.
when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.
so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.
you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.
evidently not.
“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.
for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.
how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.
“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.
“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.
“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.
“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.
his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.
“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”
he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.
leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.
“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.
“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.
“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”
he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?
did it matter?
“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.
“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.
he wanted that something to be you.
he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.
you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.
“leo?”
the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.
you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.
“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”
his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.
“leo. shut up.”
it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.
he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.
the others could wait a little longer.
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Andi's Birthday
-Side note, I own none of these pictures! These all came from Pinterest 💜-
Here's what to be expected between Donnie and Andi - after they finally start dating 💜🩷
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And now the blurb, called Chopsticks and Conspiracies 🩷
As the day started to wind down, Andi was laughing as she and Donnie were on her rooftop, eating some takeout that they had ordered from Murakami’s restaurant. She tried not to choke on her miso ramen as she leaned against him, still giggling over the story he had just told. “So you’re telling me that Shredder’s henchmen, who’ve had years of training and were arguably 100 times stronger because of the mutagen…they were taken down by Mikey throwing a water balloon into a leaking van of chlorosulfonic acid?”
When he nodded with a bright smile on her face, she stifled another laugh as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Only you guys could get into such…dumb situations, I swear.”
She smiled as Donnie kissed the top of her head. “Friendly reminder that we were saving you in the process, so I wouldn’t have such an attitude.” He teased her, making her roll her eyes. “But it’s fine, I’d save you as many times as you needed.” He added, intentionally making his face sound as saccharine and sappy as possible - which only made her laugh again.
“Stop making me laugh so hard, you’re gonna make it impossible for me to eat.”
Donnie abided by her wish, merely smiling at her as he went back to eating his pizza gyoza - still the only item that he and his brothers ordered from Murakami’s. “I’ll never stop trying to make you laugh, enchantress.” He told her after swallowing, only making her smile back.
“Not when I’m eating. And especially not when I’m eating something as amazing as Mr. Murakami’s miso ramen.” She clarified, trying (and failing) to eat the aforementioned dish with the chopsticks Murakami had so graciously supplied her with - so she could practice. But it wasn’t working the way she wanted, and Donnie could see on her face that she was getting frustrated.
“Here, let me help.” He smiled softly, setting aside the gyoza and turning to her. He adjusted her fingers so that she was holding them properly, then leaned in to kiss her temple. “Want to try now?”
When she nodded, she tried to bring her hand down to pick up some noodles - but then her hand spasmed and the chopsticks went flying, hitting herself in the face and making her groan in exasperation.
“Don’t be upset, you just need a little more practice.” Donnie assured her, kissing the spot between her eyebrows where the chopsticks hit, then took the chopsticks away from her and smiled softly at her. “I’ll go get you a fork.” He offered, then stood before she could protest and climbed down from the roof to go into her apartment.
He grabbed a clean fork from her silverware drawer, then made his way back up to her on the roof. He handed it to her with a little smile, which she lightly sent back as she used that to stir the ramen in the plastic container.
“Thanks. I guess that’s one thing I need to learn before I finally become an adult.” She remarked as Donnie took his place next to her. “Is to use these accursed things..” She glared at the now discarded chopsticks lying next to her, making Donnie snicker.
“How about I teach you at another time? When you don’t look like you want to murder two pieces of wood.”
Andi couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculous that sounded, but he had a point. “All right, all right.” She then started to snicker as she took another portion of her ramen. “You know what I’ve actually been thinking about that’s kind of stupid?”
“What’s that?” Donnie asked with a curious smile, before popping another gyoza into his mouth.
Andi tried not to choke as she looked up at the evening sky, her eyes going right to the beautiful sunset. “What if, like, our lives were being watched by some unknown audience? Kinda like a reality show, but we have no idea we’re being watched?”
Donnie snickered as he swallowed the gyoza. “You’re right, that is kind of stupid.”
Andi playfully gasped as she lightly hit his plastron. “I’m insulted you would actually agree with me!” But she quickly deteriorated, giggling against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m just tired or what, but just imagine…”
“I think this is just your mind being excited about your birthday, and you’re using that energy to come up with some type of conspiracy theory.”
Andi hummed in acknowledgment. “Maybe.” She smiled when he kissed the top of her head, then glanced up at him softly. “I appreciate you putting up with my dumb theories, though, professor.”
Donnie only smiled back. “It’s not ‘putting up,’ it’s just enjoying your company and accepting that as my girlfriend, this is what’s to be expected.”
“That’s still putting up, though.”
“You know what, don’t question it and just kiss me, birthday girl.”
Andi laughed at his sudden bluntness but did as he asked, kissing him softly on the lips and reveling in the smile that broke out on his face.
And as they pulled away (and both their faces started to become bathed in the golden afterglow of the sunset,) she met his eyes with utter sincerity - and nearly melted when he pushed some hair back and smiled at her. “Happy birthday, Andi.”
Andi's eyes melted as her smile turned as warm and inviting as possible. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Happy birthday to my girl 🩷
@tinkabelle19 @red-phoenixxx @android-cap-007 @eveandtheturtles @m1dnyt3-w0lf @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel
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i just want to say how GRATEFUL I AM TO FINALLY HAVE FOUND SOMEONE WHO CHERISHES 2007 RAPH LIKE I DO, other people dont get how special and sexy that man is <3
I'm not gonna lie to ya'll, I got so many of these kinds of messages in my inbox about how happy & excited people were to finally see some 2007 tmnt works. It honestly makes me so happy when I get these kinds of messages! i don't post them all, but they mean a lot to me.
I remember first seeing the 2007 movie, and when I went online to search for some fanfiction about it, there wasn't much at all. There's a major lack of tmnt 2007 content, it's wild. So, since I'm a "if nobody does it- I'll do it myself" kind of person, I literally made this account and wrote a whole 2007 raph fanfic because nobody else has- not a lot of users write about 2007 guys! I honestly didn't expect this much traffic on my account and readers/followers/supporters, thank you! I'm forever grateful for this account, and the discord server I created specifically for tmnt lovers. THANK YOU GUYS ILY XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
So, this is your sign to write! Even if you just casually read and would never post, but love to write fanfiction about the guys. Write the fanfic or headcanon of your dreams!
ILY GUYS AGAIN OKAY XOXOXOXOXOXXOXOX - MEL/MELON/MELANCHOLY
Okay this was literally my communist manifesto omfg
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No bc why don’t we talk about this more LMAOO
It's the way I'd make the guys wash their feet before they got in my bed (excluding bayverse they wear shoes) idc how many times you saved the damn world them black bottoms of ya feet ain't touchin my sheets
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I LOVE THIS!!!!!
the mutant mayhem voice actors as their turtles weeeeeeeee
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Donatello's Green Flags and Positive Traits
I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!
Despite liking his alone time A LOT, he's a great listener when you need him
Also gives really good advice if you ask for it
ASKS for reassurance if it bothers him that much. Unlike overthinkers who let their thoughts consume them, Donatello Hamato has no time for that and will get a random burst of courage to ask you for reassurance about something
Lowkey likes it when you help him organize or clean his lab with him, as long as you situate his space the way he likes it
highlights lines in his books that remind him of you that he reads to you whenever he gets the chance
He's actually very sweet, and tbh he's probably the most selfless one out of all of them- he'll put you first for the little things.
As in, gives you the last slice of pizza even though he really wants it, and sleeps in the uncomfortable position so you can be comfy (just like Raph!)
helps you with any classwork you have
Best tutor xoxo
His love language is physical touch and materialistic things. He wants to be close to you and cuddle you, and he also wants to randomly make you something that you didn't even know that you wanted or needed
He's not so good with his words but would try and work on it if you asked him too
It takes A LOT to get Donnie mad, he's usually very mellow. It's rare that he's angry or stressed- may be irritated
Sassy- but funny sassy. You don't expect Donnie to sass back his brothers at times, but whenever he does its the funniest thing in the world
You, Donnie, and Raph are a little trio! Since I will forever HC that raph and donnie are the best duo, I can imagine you being great friends with raphael while dating Donnie!
Loves, LOVES learning new things about you, no matter what
Studies you- what makes you annoyed, what makes you happy, what makes you smile (it's him)
This one actually asks if it's okay to come over- I really think that Raph and Mikey are the only impulsive ones that go and see their S/O without any notice sometimes
Helps distract you when you’re feeling down- he’ll try and get you involved in a project he’s doing and you get to play Lab Assistant Simulator
Donnie is the best cuddler and nobody can tell me otherwise
Makes a mean coffee or tea for you- whichever you like!
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#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#donatello#bayverse tmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2007#tmnt headcanons#tmnt imagines#tmnt x reader#tmnt fanfiction#melancholysway
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Raphael's Green Flags and Positive Traits
haha im back LMAO
Although he's impulsive, he always does impulsive things for you AND with you if you're down!
As in, impulsively comes over or makes you something
(2007 raph fans) Gets a helmet for you to use whenever he takes you on a bike ride- yes he's a rebel, but a safe one xoxo
Uses touch as a love language. You'll know how he feels about you from the way he's touching you (cuddling, hugging, etc)
honestly...VERY funny! Since he's blunt, his intrusive thoughts usually take over and he says some of the most out of pocket shit that comes to mind
I HC that Raph is the easiest to make laugh after Mikey (though he usually laughs AT people, not with them), and since he's also really funny, you get a boyfriend and a comedian all in one!
Is somehow magically always there when you need a hand with something or need a strong, red-banded turtle to lift something
If you workout with him, he's always hyping you up! No matter where you start with weights, he's your biggest fan!
(also 2007 raph lovies) looks out for you a lot for the smallest things, if you're clumsy, he's already moving something out of the way just so you won't trip
In addition to the above positive trait, he's always warning you for any kind of minor danger (as in, "it's hot," or "hold onto me, okay? we're gonna go faster down the street")
Speaking of his motorcycle, always has you sitting in the front of him, it's safer that way
very, VERY gentle with you, he's thinks he's gonna break you because of his size, so he's always gentle with you
Sporatic king- unlike Leo and Donnie, he's always down for a random date night or bike ride with you!
Makes time in his sleep schedule to spend time with you, I HC that the turtles usually sleep a lot during the day if they're out on patrol all night, so it's hard for them to see their S/O and match their sleep schedule
Takes your plate away to wash when you're finished eating. Doesn't matter where or which brother snickers at him for being so out of character, he's a gentleman!
waits for you to go to sleep first before doing the same- or at least, makes sure you're comfortable and satisfied with the sleeping position before going to sleep himself
will sleep in the most awkward position just so you're comfy idc
easily picks up on your mood from what you say, but not so much from your body language (opposite of Leo!)
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#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#raphael#bayverse tmnt#bayverse raph#rise raph#tmnt headcanons#tmnt 2007#tmnt imagines#tmnt x reader#tmnt fanfiction#melancholysway
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