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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month

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MODERN DAY LOVER BOY

April Fools Day Special with the JJK Men in Alternate universes!

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who casually tells you he'll give you a free temporary tattoo for "today's promotion for pretty girls", but when you get home and peel off the bandage he's written his number there

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who, once you've made it official, makes you both matching couple tattoos - not necessarily a heart and your initials, but rather the logo of the cafe you guys had your first date at stylized to become the both of you

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru whose customers ask him who the woman in his latest art selections are and it's you (he's not afraid to flex about it)

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who rarely had off days because that parlour was his life, but you breathed a new meaning to it and now he closes the store with the money he carefully stored over the months for a quick vacation with you

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who just has to look at all the photos or selfies or whatever it was that had caught your eye you constantly bombard his phone with to get inspiration for his next art. He's been called a king at what he does but you were a goddess of art itself.

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Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who spots you in the crowd as he drums, a surprised look in your eyes and upon your once irritated face at how your best friend had dragged you here as he stuns you with his skills

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who secretly hopes you would show up after the show for an autograph, who's over the moon when he discovers the person you're with has backstage passes, if only to meet his bandmate Geto

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who adds in smaller writing his number to the poster you ask him to sign, and in fact gives you an autographed Polaroid of himself for free and with a sly smile while the rest of his fan girls groaned in jealousy

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru whose first date with you is to a karaoke and teaches you drums, showering you with whatever you want with his money - that premium gelato? Sure! VIP room? Why not! Nothing but the best for the true idol in his eyes.

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who from then on always dedicates his songs to a "my pretty muse" that no one knows, except he always engages in eye contact with you

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Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who smoothly, kindly comforts you when you start having doubts about your piercings, assuring you it would only hurt for a moment and he'd never dare to cause suffering to such an angel

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who claims it's a free gift but hands you a box of heart shaped earrings with his number scribbled inside and a nervous ask out to coffee sometime

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who's now the reason you somehow ended up with two more piercings at the top of your ears, him hopefully suggesting you could match with him

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who can't stop blabbering about his beautiful girl to his other customers, leaving them forgetting about the uncomfortable stings and wondering who such a beauty would be

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who gifts you the engagement present in the form of custom designed earrings with both your initials in it, be decked wth your favourite colored gem

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Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who, in his pining stage for you, started spaying a hell lot of red and hearts and Cupid's arrows into his artwork

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who had no idea you were a fan of his work...and was extremely flustered to find out you discovered his not so secret crush on you when you saw the love song quotes spray painted under a painting of someone who looked suspiciously too similar to you

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who helps you sneak out of your bedroom at night after throwing pebbles at your window and both of you run off on skateboards to colour the streets the same bright shades of your teenage love

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who wasn't good at apologising after fights or misunderstandings, so he borrowed others' words to quote and paint somewhere he knew you'd see, with a bouquet of wildflowers left there if you did happen to actually see it in the flesh

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge whose biggest artwork was not the bridge he had covered with slogans last month but in fact, the gigantic canvas of you and him racing into the night with streaks of spray paint exploding behind you

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Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori, the self acclaimed "Myth Buster", who went around to various most haunted places in his hometown to explore and prove that in fact, ghosts DO NOT EXIST, which he kept trying to convince you, his skeptical one-man camera crew, of, although your ongoing bet was that if he could you'd give him a kiss

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who was often requested to do rituals or demon summons to provide evidence for his theories that "ghosts" were just people's imaginations being sparked up by even the most mundane of things by fear, but one of the reasons he really refused was because he didn't want anyone else butting on you and his time - besides, ain't no way was he using you as a sacrifice

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who finally works up the courage to confess that he wanted to take this friendship to higher levels ironically on Halloween...even more ironically after he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the haunted house screaming.

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who declared himself your lucky charm against the supernatural and promises that he'll protect you from whatever came from beyond the grave (he didn't believe it ghosts but sure did in protecting you) and used the excuse to stay over at your house at night

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who tells you in the spookiest way possible to meet him at the latest haunted expedition, but when you get there it's all set up with fairy lights, a movie and a picnic to celebrate your one year anniversary as a couple

#sanzuyaps #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuta x reader #yuta Okkutsu x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x reader #april fool's day #april fool's special

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venuscrashed · 1 month

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(After an overblot)

Yuu/Mc: (Dazed) Did we win?

Ace: Yea?

Yuu/Mc: (Dramatically falling to the ground) Great! Wake me up at the next one…

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ashbub · 1 year

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late night visit

donatello (rottmnt) × gn!reader

contents: mild cursing! [1.3k] inspo by @bingobongocheerio

"Shit, Donnie-" A curse fumbled past your lips carelessly. The soft glare of your cellphone glosses over your scrunched-up features as your plastic toothbrush dryly hangs from your left cheek.

You propped yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter, your fuzzy-socked feet barely grazing the marble tiles as the tip of your thumb fumbled with the keypad buttons of your phone. You should be in the middle of snoring away in your bed to wake up early morning to catch the first bus to commute to school, tugging bitterly at the end of your oversized purple hoodie that you were sporting.

Instead, you were impatiently tapping away for your little reckless shit of a boyfriend to text you back as soon as he finished his mission.

Sure, Donnie was a hell of a fighter. An even better inventor. You could attest to his skills firsthand as the first few meetings between you and Donatello were of him saving your ass from hitting the patchy New York City pavement or shielding you from the rumble along with other civilians. Still, Donatello would be a fool to assume you would go to bed without getting at least a word from him that he was alright.

And your Donnie was no fool.

You absentmindedly wandered your way to the living room with your cell phone glued to your hand, your feet sinking happily into the warmth of your wool rug. There was a medium-sized leather couch with a dark wooden end table containing your precious family photos scattered across the surface.

Some were pictures of you and your parents when you were younger, and others were notably more recent. One framed picture was a selfie of you & the turtles sneaking into the movie theater to watch some re-runs of Lou Jitsu's martial arts movies. Buttery popcorn bits were spilling all over you as the image caught you mid-laugh in the theater seat. The other captured you & April O'Neil having ice cream together at a local fare, vanilla sweetness accidentally smeared over your scrunched-up noses.

Your eyes fondly flickered to the colorfully mishappen-scented candles that Mikey had made for your home as your housewarming gift when they first visited your home.

Not exactly your home, but rather your parent's home- You noted to yourself before sinking into the comfort of the armchair. Your parents often were away on trips for work-related endeavors overseas for long durations of time. It never really bothered you too much the idea of being left at home most of the time, you welcomed it more often than not to focus on your studies with little to no distractions.

It never struck you as a less-than-ideal situation till you briefly mentioned it to Donnie during one of his late rooftop visits before you guys officially started dating. You could almost pinpoint the exact moment when his thickly drawn eyebrows furrowed together when you spoke, his glossy bottom lip slightly upturned as he processed your words before turning to stare at the sky once more.

He never said anything about it after that night, which you assumed was the end of the conversation until the next morning when you heard the faintest tap on your window, the coffee mug you had been holding sending warmth from your fingertips. Donatello's awkward smile as he fumbled inside your bedroom with Leonardo, Raph & Mikey following closely behind, cradling a bunch of eccentric 80's posters, CDs, and random trinkets they had collected from all across New York for you.

"We have come to decorate your humble abode with some of our most prized possessions for you, [y/n]!" The spiny soft-shelled turtle had sputtered out after the berating from his siblings, his face growing notably hotter as his brothers blew amusing sloppy kissing noises at his hint of sudden shyness in your presence.

You approached the ledge of your window; the palm of your hand warmly cupped your cheek at the hidden smile that toyed with the ends of your pursed lips as your elbow rested lazily on the ruddy brick ledge at the recollection of the sweet memory.

Your eyes raked over the city's twinkling lights of the traffic meters and busted-up car lights. There were cars stamped brim to brim with sports team bumper stickers parked all along the streets and traffic jams on every bustling corner of New York City. The newspaper vendors sell the evening newspapers in a sugary sweet manner. They shout out the sensational news but keep the paper folded.

Your fingers hugged curtly around the two brown-and-green ceramic mugs that had been left on the ledge edge of your windowsill, breathing in the faint scent of tea that lingered on the rims of the cup.

Donnie had a habit of leaving different assortments of tea for you every afternoon by your window when you would get busier for school, a hot drink greeting you when you arrived each time you moved aside the curtains. Your soft lips pressed on the edge of the mug, taking a small sip.

It was still warm.

Your cell phone faintly buzzed beside you before you, fumbling for the source you flipped the screen over.

'Heading back.'

His text was short yet simple. Knowing your boyfriend, he would be in the middle of racing over the rickety rooftops and buildings of New York but would still pull out his phone to shoot you a quick text in the middle of it.

Turning your back towards the window, your thumbs lightly skimmed over your phone screen to type back. The only thing that was now giving off light in the room was the bright shine of your phone, flickering faintly from the notifications that appeared.

‘I can't sleep,’

‘Who cares?’

‘Don't you care about me now?’

‘I always don't care.’

Your flushed cheek lightly nuzzled into the warm sleeve of the hoodie you had on. The smooth fabric lingered across the side of your face, and the faint scent of freshly baked pizza mingled intertwined with the musk of laundry detergent as you softly sighed.

Another text bubble appears and types for a long time then disappears.

After a pause, a few more buzzes emerged from your phone, ‘Open up, stupid.’ The text finally read, the irritation palpable from the one line as the faint tapping noises on the glass pane grew increasingly louder. ‘It's cold out here.’

You blink at the text, looking up from your phone.

Opening up the window latch for him, Donnie wiggled his way inside as complaints sputtered from his mouth, stumbling in an attempt to regain his balance. "One more minute out there and I would have frozen my shell out there, [y/n]. Y'know hyperthermia can happen around above 40°F?" Donnie's dark eyebrows knit together, harboring a soft annoyance there, although it didn’t spread to the rest of his face. He was smiling satisfyingly and his dark brown eyes gleamed.

There were faint cuts across his emerald cheeks, one, in particular, ran down his bottom lip. Donnie seemed to catch your sudden observing before raising both of his hands defensively to reassure you with the waggle of his eyebrows, "Ah! Tis but a scratch, my dearest.” The turtle mused, “Don't you worry your pretty little head-"

Breath held without thinking, the suspended air caught at the top of your throat like a minute grasped instead of recklessly spent. Before he can say anything else, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

You nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and the tip of your nose bumped against his cheek. The crinkling of your smile fainted as you tilted your head so that your lips could meet firmly and happily at last, his neck burning up at your sudden peck of affection. As he pulled back sheepishly, he kissed the bridge of your nose with a light chuckle and his eyes opened to see yours shining bright.

He halts when your fingertips bump the stretched fabric of his purple mask, laying his warm finger on the tip of your bottom lip. His head tilts the slightest bit, just enough for his spilled-ink irises to latch onto yours. "You doing okay?" Donatello whispered through half lidded gaze before your eyes flickered down to the jut of his chin.

Lips ever-so-slightly parted, you nodded then a soft, warm exhale ending in an almost imperceptible hum into his chest.

“Just missed ya, Donnie.”

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beesinspades · 9 months

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i know astarion's attitude towards sex is all due to his trauma but. listen. there are some aspects of his romance and experiences that can be so relatable as a sex-neutral or sex-averse ace person. in fact him being ace or acespec on top of the trauma makes him even more compelling and tragic to me. it would've been amazing and interesting if he'd been canonically ace and these aspects plus how his asexuality affected his traumatic sexual experiences had been explored as well

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #asexual #bee talks #like i love any ace rep! but so far except in some books i've only ever seen the same kind of ace rep. and it's always really tame #regardless of how he feels about sex (favorable or neutral or averse) a character like astarion being ace would've been groundbreaking afai #btw i've seen it under other posts on the topic so: if you come at me like 'uhm actually' i'm blocking you #this post isn't for you #anyway during my playtest at larian's in april i wrote an essay suggesting the possibility of ace dialogue options for the player character #and ace companions (for future games)#i hope larian listens and gives us ace options + an ace companion in the future #I'm sure they could do something amazing #so fingers crossed

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toyastales · 2 months

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Chic Vacation Style

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cult-of-husbandos · 1 month

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toji fushiguro [☯︎] - Himo Romance

synopsis: toji fushiguro takes you on a romantic date to the most fanciest place on earth.

genre: hella crack, angst(?), fluff(?)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: cursing, if you care

The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun as you waited in your small Tokyo apartment. It was a modest space, cluttered with polaroid pics and random shit from either thrift stores or shady internet dealers. Why spend $90 on an air fryer when NutCrusher2378 will sell you one for the low, low price of one feet pic?

Inhale. Exhale.

You once read an article that stated that meditation can decrease stress, pressure, and homicidal tendencies within a person. You glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, your patience waning as the minutes ticked by. Clearly, fifteen Blood Dragon Mango Orange and sitting in silence for 30 minutes wasn’t doing much for the overbearing burden that is your life. Now, why would a well-balanced person with their own apartment, car, and a source of income need to destress. Despite what your parents tell you every text, call, and holiday you were actually doing very good for yourself. So, why do you have the urge to burn down your apartment building and start smashing every building within a 25 mile radius?

One man.

One incredulous hot as fuck piece of shit man.

Toji Fushiguro, the enigmatic man who had become an unpredictable fixture in your life. You are currently dating a sorcerer that can’t even afford getting a Twix from a vending machine. To be honest, you wouldn’t even really call what you two have a ‘relationship’. Your so-called relationship was nothing more than a precarious balance of convenience, a twisted dance of give and take where you supplied the resources and he… well, he took. The more appropriate name for this would be a ‘situationship’. You cringe any time you or your friends bring up your relationship with him. Like a gross, oozing pimple on prom night, you just want to cover it up and pretend it doesn’t exist. Except the gross, oozing pimple is a 6��1, 190 lbs., lazy, overconfident, sex machine that kills and bums money from everyone just to bet it on a horse named ‘Lucky McCock’ because “with a name like that, he fucks the competition”.

The sound of keys jingling outside your door broke the concentrated silence, and you inadvertently flinched and felt your heart sink as Toji’s unmistakable footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without so much as a warning, he barged into your apartment, his devil-may-care grin lighting up his face. Why in the name of Kwon Ji-yong did you ever think giving him a key would be a good idea?!

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted casually, tossing his dirty musty jacket that you bought for him onto the couch. “Miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, the familiar blend of annoyance and resignation settling over you like a thick, suffocating fog. “You were only gone for three weeks this time. Hardly long enough to miss you.”

Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around the room before landing on the half-empty bag of potato chips on your coffee table. “Hungry,” he declared, making a beeline for the kitchen without waiting for your response.

You sighed inwardly, resigning yourself to yet another evening of Toji’s impromptu visits. As he raided your fridge with the same energy as an ungrateful college student that drops off his laundry and eats your food, you couldn’t help but wonder why you continued to tolerate his antics. Perhaps it’s his gorgeous face that even when nothing but bullshit and snarky remarks come out of it makes you want to sit on it. Or it’s his amazing daddy body that can go round after round with you, but can’t be bothered to move two feet to pick up the remote. Or maybe you have an undiscovered broke as fuck boyfriend kink that makes you dummy stupid.

“Why does it smell like a bunch of temple bastards took a shit in your living room?”

Or maybe, just maybe, you died long ago and this is your eternal hell.

*****

The weeks passed in a blur of half-hearted promises and fleeting moments of intimacy. Toji’s presence in your life remained as unpredictable as ever, his disappearances becoming a twisted routine that you had grown all too accustomed to.

‘Are we even dating?’

A thought suddenly popped into your head. You felt as if your stomach had hit the brakes hard after going over 90 on the interstate. What was really the point of this relationship? Well, it’s not like you both don’t get anything out of it. You both get amazing, mind-blowing sex and he gets a place to crash, food to eat, and money to spend on whatever dumb shit he likes.

…

You know, after laying it down like that, there’s obviously a clear winner that benefits from this in the long run.

However, just when you thought you had reached your breaking point, Toji dropped a bombshell that caught you completely off guard.

“I’m taking you out,” he announced one evening, his expression unusually earnest as he met your gaze. “A fancy date, with all that romantic shit you always bitch about.”

You quirked your eyebrow skeptically, crossing your arms over your chest. “The words ‘fancy’ and ‘romantic’ don’t fit your vocabulary. Your idea of fancy is wearing a button up shirt and your idea of romance is wearing a condom and buying flavored lube.” You sighed as he laughed obnoxiously. “What fancy place do you even know? Aren’t you, like, banned from almost every restaurant, café, dive bar, and soup kitchen within 50 miles of here?”

Toji grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement hinting in his eyes. “It’s a surprise,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “But trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

You honestly doubt that. You know better than to get your hopes high when it comes to Toji’s promises. He either doesn’t deliver or doesn’t show up. Either way, you end up looking like a dumb bitch at the end of the day in your friend’s group chat. Yet, for some unknown reason, you found yourself getting excited.

*****

“Why do I have to be blindfolded for this?” you groaned as Toji guided you throughout the crowded sidewalk. The city buzzed with life around you, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow as you navigate your way through the labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. You felt the slight breeze of people walking past you and felt the questioning gazes burn into you.

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if you could see where we were going, would it?” he whispered into your ear. “We’re almost there anyway…”

You felt anxiety and interest build in the pit of your stomach, your curiosity piqued as you drew closer to your destination. What sort of extravagant affair had Toji planned for you that you need a blindfold to go there? An underground Michelin-starred restaurant? A moonlit stroll along the riverbanks? An eyes-wide shut party?

As Toji finally came to a stop, you felt your stomach drop and heart race as he reached up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.

“Voila!” he exclaimed, gesturing grandly at the dimly lit building in front of you.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took in the scene before you. You both stood outside a familiar chain restaurant, its red gaudy mascot sign illuminated in garishly bright white letters against the night sky.

Red Lobster.

You blinked in confusion, struggling to process the sheer absurdity of what was happening.

“Red… Lobster?” you echoed incredulously, your voice laced with disbelief.

Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening into a boyish smirk. “Told ya it was fancy as shit.”

…

“WHAAAAAAAAATTT?!!!”

*****

Words could not describe the unbridled rage you were feeling right now. You could power a small village for 5 years with the amount of fury emanating from you. You sat slumped in the booth with a furious scowl stuck on your face as you stared fiercely at the lying moron currently stuffing his face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits. After gulping down three of the biscuits, he finally looks up at you.

“‘s matter with you?”

“You know damn well what’s the matter with me, Toji.” you seethed.

A few seconds of silence passed as he gulped down the rest of the biscuits. His face remained stoic as he looked you in the eyes.

“You gotta take a shit or somethin’?”

You slammed your fists against the table, sitting up straight and leaning over the table, the jarring sound of the utensils and cups on the table shook people from their conversations and turned their attention towards your table. You could care less what those slack jawed NPCs thought of you. Your attention was focused solely on your smug ass boyfriend.

“Toji,” you breathed harshly, “what the fuck am I wearing right now?”

“Huuh?”

“What the fuck do I have on right now? What kind of clothes do I have on?” You were shaking at this point.

Toji grinned at you smugly. “Whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck.”

“Of course it’s hot as fuck, Toji. And you wanna know why I’m wearing this hot as fuck outfit in this building of impending salmonella poisoning? Because you told me that we were going to a fancy and romantic place. Where people, oh I don’t know, don’t need to take a Pepto Bismol before and after dinner, where waiters speak in a posh accent but you know deep down that they only make 12 dollars an hour, where the food is served relatively fresh and not sitting in a deep-freeze for half year and warmed in a fucking microwave! But no! Here I am, looking like a 100 out of 10 sitting in a stained red booth, at a sticky table, sitting across from a man who looks like I just dragged a homeless man off the street just so I don’t look like a desperate loser coming into a fucking Red Lobster by myself!”

You ended your rant, panting and dropped back into your booth and cradled your head in your arms on the table. You knew this would happen. You just knew it! Leave it to a man with no concept of child support or how a garbage disposal works to take you anywhere relatively nice. The soft chattering and murmurs of the other patrons around you continued on, but you could feel eyes on you specifically. You groaned, not even bothering to raise your head.

“Jesus Christ… you couldn’t even pick a fucking Papadeux? Fucking Red Lobster…”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” he quipped, his mouth full of Cheddar Bay Biscuits.

“I have tried it, Toji. Everyone and their great-grandmother comes to fucking Red Lobster at least once for a birthday-anniversary-graduation-bullshit.”

“Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Toji, your “thought” doesn’t count for shit.”

You didn’t see it, but Toji flinched at your words. A pang of dejection flashed across his face, but just as you rose your head he turned his face back to stoic.

“Where’s the damn waiter?” he muttered, looking around. “AYO! Can we get some damn service?!” Toji loudly called, snapping his fingers.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his arm. “Oh my fucking… Toji!”

Before he could say anything, a nervous looking waiter walked up to your booth.

“Hello guys, my name is Tommy and I will be your waiter today. Can I get you guys started with anything?”

“Uh, yeah, lemme get a mufuckin’ uuuuhhhhhhhhh…” This went on for a full two minutes. “Lemme get the unlimited oysters.”

You quirked your eyebrow at Toji with a perplexed look as the waiter jotted down his order. “Really? The oysters?”

He lazily nodded.

“Are you sure you wanna lock that in, baby?”

He nodded again, looking disgruntled that you would question his choice of food.

“Like, 100%? Are you really, really sure that’s what you wanna get?”

Toji tilted his head at you. “You questioning me?”

You raised your eyebrows passively and opened your menu. “Alright…” you remark, “It’s your funeral…” You muttered the last part under your breath.

The waiter sensing the tension amongst you two, hurried along the order conversation. “And what would you like to drink?”

“All your drinks are boring, so nothing.” he answered in dismissal, tossing the menu at Tommy who barely managed to catch it.

“And what would you like to order?” He directed his attention towards you.

“I’ll have the grilled half lobster with lemon butter, a tomahawk steak, and a bottle of Gin, please.” you answered, handing the menu to him.

“A-A bottle…?” Tommy the waiter stuttered. “We can mix it into a drink if you preferred–”

“I said what I said.” You looked at the basket on the table. “And can we get some more cheddar biscuits please?”

Tommy nodded with a bow. “Of course. I’ll be back with your drinks and some more biscuits for the table.” And with that, he scurried off.

Toji threw you a smug grin and whistled cheekily. “Wooow, babe. I didn’t know I was dining with royalty.” he chastised and you groaned. “Don’t expect me to pay for your share.”

“Pssh. Please Toji. With what money? It’s so obvious that I’m paying for this meal.”

“Wait, really?”

“Duh, Toji! Of course I’m paying for it! It’s practically routine at this point.” You groan out, annoyed and rolling your eyes. “It’s the main thing you use me for anyway…”

The air is immediately coated in awkward tension between the two of you. It’s not like you said anything wrong. This is Toji Fushiguro you’re talking about. The man only wants three things out of life: sex, money, and to sail through life never paying for anything. You fiddled with your fingernails to fill the dead air when you heard Toji smack his lips at you.

“Can’t you go one fucking second without bitchin’ at me for something so worthless?” he muttered. “What the hell’s wrong Red Lobster? Red Lobster is the epitome of sophistication. The ambiance, the seafood… it's all about setting the mood, babe.”

“Sophistication?” You scoff and look your boyfriend dead in his eyes. “Toji… you eat at fucking Burger King.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with Burger King?!”

“Oh! Hmm! Let’s see! Lemme think! Ummm! Ummm! How about, fucking everything Toji!”

“Do NOT disrespect the King!” Toji's smile faltered slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.

“The King is dead, Toji! Deeeaaad! He OD’d 25 years ago just like everyone else who eats at Burger King!” you shout, no longer caring about raising your voice. “People only eat Burger King because they have to! Never because they want to! Because if that were the case, then everyone would go to McDonald’s! Their food is leagues better!”

“Their Whoppers are a culinary masterpiece.” he seethed at you.

You snort. “Oh yes! You’re so right, Toji. Mm-mm! Yummy! Because nothing turns my appetite on more than a soggy burger and a 72% chance of food poisoning! Or you could just spend the extra dollar and get a Big Mac like the rest of society! And chicken nuggets with actual chicken!”

It was now Toji’s turn to scoff. “You just don’t understand the peak gourmet culinary complexities that is Burger King.”

“I would rather lick the inside of a Taco Bell bathroom toilet than eat a single chicken fry from Burger King. At least with the Taco Bell toilet there’d be remnants of edible food! It’s bottom tier, Toji. Where else in the world do you get “buffalo nuggets” for $3?! And why would you pay for that?! 10 piece chicken nuggets for $2?! What’re you, suicidal?!”

“It’s cheap and delicious!”

“It’s rat meat and smells like something threw up in a deep fryer and you fucking know it! It’s right there next to Arby’s.”

“Oh! So, now you’re dissing Arby’s?!”

“You bet your beautiful chiseled ass I’m dissing fucking Arby’s!”

“And what’s fucking wrong with Arby’s, huh?!”

“It’s rat food, Toji! It’s all rat food!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Have you ever been inside an Arby’s, Toji? Hmm? The people that eat there are either tasteless morons that think Jack in the Box is ‘too expensive’ or using the spot waiting for their Fentanyl dealer. It’s just like Burger King. You only go there because you have to, not because you want to.”

Toji leaned in, eyes dark. “You wouldn’t know good food if it came up to your doorstep with roses, wiped its feet off at the door, and fucked your throat.”

“Oh, is that right?!”

“Um! Excuse me…” a meek voice spoke up. You both whipped your heads to see your waiter trembling with a bottle of Gin and basket of cheddar biscuits in his hands. You both leaned back in your seats as he hurriedly placed drink and food on the table. “Your food will be here shortly…” Before he could dash off, you grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Hold on there, Tommy. Settle something for us, would’ja?”

“Oh, please don’t incorporate me in whatever this is–”

“Arby’s, Burger King, or McDonald’s? Which one would you eat?”

Tommy stood in silence for a few seconds before whispering a tiny scared “what?”

“The fuck you asking him for?!”

“Because unlike you, he has a job and doesn’t live off of gambling tickets and random women to buy his meals! Now Tommy, choose!”

“U-U-Ummm… well, considering I’ve gotten food poisoning from all three restaurants, I’d still choose McDonald’s any day…”

“What?!”

You smirk at Toji victoriously. “Thank you, Tommy. You just earned yourself a 80% tip.”

And with that, Tommy scurried off again.

“God! You can never just be fucking grateful for anything, huh?! You just have to whine and nag and complain about everything in that pissy little condensating tone of yours!”

“Tell me, Toji. What should I be grateful for? Hm? Sh-Should I be grateful that you put in the bare minimum for a date or that you even remember my name at all?”

“…”

“Should I be grateful that you even came back to me at all and not dead somewhere, shanked and killed in the street, like an overlooked hooker that the cops don’t give a shit about?”

Toji remained silent.

“You know what, Toji. You’re right. I should be grateful. I’ll be grateful knowing that when this dinner ends I can go back home and not have to deal with you for another 4 months. Maybe around that time you’ll find someone else to be a wallet for you.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, ending the conversation dead in the water. Again, you missed the pain in Toji’s eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and slowly continued chewing. Not too long after, Tommy came back with your food. Staring down at the shiny, plastic-looking food before you, you grimace. The overpowering smell of the oysters churned your stomach and waned your appetite with each passing second. Pushing past your mixture of disgust and resignation, you begin to eat your food.

This dinner is the definition of ‘absolutely donkey dicks’. You couldn’t even consider the food you were eating as actual “food”. Plastic toy food from a child’s playset looks and smells more appetizing. The only thing that you can swallow without gagging is the bottle of Gin which is slowly asking for a refill. You sighed as you looked up from your plate and saw Toji slurping down oyster after oyster. You pushed the food around your plate with little enthusiasm.

Toji attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but his efforts fell flat in the suffocating silence that hung between you two.

Toji cleared his throat in an attempt to once again start a conversation causing you to look at him downcast. “So, uh, how’s the food?” he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with unfamiliar uncertainty.

You glanced up at him with a weary sigh, your disappointment written plainly across your face. “The lobster tastes like those bouncy balls you get from quarter machines drenched in garlic and butter and the steak is both ice cold and boiling lava hot.” You look back at your food. “How’s your oysters? Good?”

“Delectable. Like slurping down The God of Lust and War’s plump pearls.”

“Ugh…”

The silence stretched on between you two, the weight of your unspoken frustrations hanging heavy in the air. Toji let out a heavy sigh bringing your attention back to him.

“Look, uh… Y/N…” Toji started fidgeting. “I know this date is total shit. Worse than shit probably. Nobody likes fucking Red Lobster. Being in this place makes me want to set fire to the building trapping all these wrinkly white-haired fucks and servant dicks to burn. Agonizingly. But I would save you! And the Cheddar Bay Biscuits fuuuck that shit is amazing!”

You raised your eyebrow, but let him continue.

“You were right. I am… banned from most places. Fuck, I mean did you know that I was banned from Chili’s AND Applebee’s? Like, why the fuck would I even be in those shitholes?”

“That… probably has something to do with you setting fire to their parking lot and spray painting ‘FUCK YOUR TAXES’ on their windows respectively at multiple locations.”

“Oh yeeahh… damn. That was a great Halloween.”

“Yeah… it was interesting… watching you eat an entire 5-pound chocolate peep marshmallow and utterly lose your mind in what I can only describe as a hellish sugar rush.”

“Whatever. The point is… I… I really tried, y’know?” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “I said a lot of shit and promised a whole fucking thing, but in reality… this is all I can do… Like, legally or whatever…”

You stared at Toji in somewhat disbelief. You were witnessing something striking and shocking. Were you actually seeing Toji being… remorseful? The Toji Fushiguro?

“So… not to be all… stupid and pathetic… but… y’know… I’m…”

“You’re?”

“I’m… thmrrry…”

“You’re what?” You leaned in.

“Mm mpfrrf!”

“Toji, I can’t understand you. Get your hand away from your mouth.”

“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “There. I said it.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You bit the inside of your cheek just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Woah, Toji…” you mutter, stunned. “I didn’t think those words were capable of forming. I always thought that if you even tried saying it you’d vomit up blood and your intestines would explode.”

“Fucking… whatever, okay! Don’t make a big deal outta it. I only said it ‘cuz I wanted to…!” He was blushing and fidgeting more. “But that’s not all.”

Toji reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box, his expression awkward and face slightly red as he pushed it across the table to you.

"I,… uh…, got you something," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and avoiding meeting your eyes. “Just— don’t make a big deal over it…”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Your skepticism warring at the unfamiliar genuine tone shift as you opened the box. You gasped softly. Inside the box, a beautiful arctic blue shone brighter than all the dim lights in the restaurant. You looked at Toji then back at the necklace. You were honestly speechless and your heart immediately softened into soft serve ice cream.

“Happy anniversary…” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Toji, this is…” you began, at a loss for words as you struggled to adjust to the sweet gesture that was foreign to Toji’s entire personality. “This is the sweetest and most beautiful thing you’ve ever done. Thank you, Toji.”

Toji softly frowned bashfully, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Good,” he stated firmly. “But, uh… just don’t wear it outside. It’s stolen.”

“Stolen?” you echoed.

“Yeah. An old buddy owed me a favor after getting rid of a few… pests for him. He said I could take anything as compensation so I took The Tears of Benzaiten. I was gonna pawn it, but then I thought of you and… shit y’know…” he trailed off, the blush growing on his face. “Then a few days later, he put a bounty on it and got all fucking weird about it. So, just… don’t wear it anywhere, got it? I like your face and I wouldn’t want a bunch of scars and bruises ruining it.”

“Toji. Are you seriously telling me that I’m holding a Japanese national treasure with a big enough bounty that I could be killed just for holding it and you are just giving it to me in a Red Lobster for our anniversary?”

Toji shrugged nonchalantly. “Y/N, you’re much more beautiful than some stupid necklace made from the tears of Goddess worth 90 billion Yen. And you know that if anyone came within 20 feet of you, I’d rip out their esophagus and crumple their pathetic human bodies into nothing.”

You sat in stunned silence trying to process all the information that was just thrown on you. You looked down at the necklace. Suddenly, you started to giggle. Then, your giggles turned to laughter. You put your head down as your laughter grew louder and louder. After a few moments and murmurs from other patrons later, you raised your head and leaned your cheek against your hand.

“Toji Fushiguro, you’re so…” You tried to find the words to describe the absurdity happening right now. “Impossible.” you remarked fondly, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I love you for it.”

Toji smirked proudly.

“But, I hate to break it to you baby… today’s not our anniversary.”

Toji's smirk immediately diminished. “What?! Yeah, it is!”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Afraid not, baby. You see… we don’t have an anniversary.”

“Yeah we do! We had our first date and everything!”

“We met at the track, went to a bar, and then had sex. Then, you disappeared for a week then you came back and we had make up sex. Other than that, you’ve been gone for about 75% of this relationship. This is technically the only date we’ve been on that didn’t end with me getting drunk and us having loud sex in the bathroom.”

“So… it’s not our anniversary?”

You shook your head again.

“FUCK!” Toji shouted, slamming his hand on the table with a loud crash and groaning into the booth.

You slightly giggled and put the necklace in your bag. You gently grabbed Toji’s hand and he flinched slightly at your sudden touch.

“If this were our anniversary, it would be the best anniversary ever.” You kissed his hand and stood up, looking down at his flushed face. “Come on.” you gestured, throwing some money with a big tip as promised on the table. “Let’s go home.”

Toji smiled and took your hand as you both left the restaurant, much to the other patrons' relief. As you both made your way back to the apartment, you had a small flicker of hope. For the future. For the relationship. For Toji.

It started out as a really shitty date, but turns out, deep down, Toji can be romantic. In his own way, of course.

When you both entered the apartment, Toji grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply. You melted into arms and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.

“You taste like garlic butter Gin.”

“And you taste like oysters.”

You stepped away from him and walked towards the living room.

“And where the hell are you going?” Toji asked, following close behind.

“Well, we’ve had makeup sex, angry sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, and Scandinavian Yeti sex. But I don’t think we’ve had “anniversary” sex yet.”

Toji grinned smugly as he rushed you and threw you over his shoulder. “Fuck yeah! I’m not gonna let ya sleep tonight!” Toji roared, giving your ass a smack. You let out a gasp and laugh.

You hated this man sometimes, but you couldn’t deny the amount of love you had for him too.

This truly was the best anniversary ever.

~Omake~

“Urrreeegh…! Urg… fuck…”

“I told you not to eat those oysters, baby.” you soothed, rubbing Toji back gently.

Halfway through sexy time, Toji jumped off of you and started to feel the horrible after effects of Red Lobster oysters. You cringed as Toji continued to retch, groan, and spit all of his dinner in the toilet bowl.

“I’ll kill those bastards…! I’ll slit their throats and dance on their backs! I’ll get those– ugh! Oh god… bleerghh!”

You sigh and smile softly at his very real threats. You stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes.

“Where you goin’! We’re not… urgh… done yet!”

“Well, we’re gonna be here for a while, baby. I don’t know much about sorcerers, but I’m pretty sure I can recognize the symptoms of food poisoning.”

Toji groaned. “Fucking Red Lobster… making me miss out on anniversary sex…”

“I’ll be back in a few. You’re gonna need some water, Pepto Bismol, soda, crackers, and light snacks to keep down.”

“Nooo… don’t go…” he wearily waved at you to come back.

You leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, smiling gently at the sick man. “Do you want anything? I can get you some scratch off tickets. Dragon Stars Lotto. Those are your favorite, right?”

Toji smiled weakly. “You’re an angel, baby.”

You kissed the back of Toji's neck and smiled as he shuddered against your lips.

“When you get back, I’m gonna fuck the memories of anyone else outta you.”

You laughed, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment. Smiling and hopeful for what’s to come next.

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a/n: yo. sorry i've been gone for so long. been trying to find a new job and then suddenly decided to learn blender animation for some reason. (if anyone can give me tips it would be much appreciated) so i started working on this in February for like a valentine's thing then looked up and saw that is April so... happy april fool's! or whatever... enjoy a not so serious toji fic. more to come soon.

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raainy-daze · 2 years

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the longest movie marathon

platonic!rottmnt x gn!reader

summary: after your snow day had gone to all hell thanks to ghostbear, a very alarming piece of information came to light: you had never seen a jupiter jim movie. not a single one. that just wouldn’t do. you know what that means - movie night! [set after s1e23b, snow day]

word count: 916

a/n: first real post! i’m not sure how i feel about the writing on this one, but i tried. i’m also still on mobile (i’m probably going to be on mobile for a while) so again, formatting might be messed up. hope someone enjoys this!

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That morning, you had woken up to a fresh layer of snow over New York.

Needless to say, you were delighted. You were even more delighted when you received a text from Leo, asking to hang out with everyone at the park. You had a great time; you built a snowman, participated in a snowball fight, and the hot cocoa was great too!

Oh, and pro wrestling champion Ghostbear got mutated and attacked you, but that’s just a given.

However, throughout the day, the turtles and April kept arguing over movie rankings. Even Mayhem seemed to have an opinion (every time you saw him, that thing seemed more and more intelligent). It was pretty funny, actually. It all sounded so bizarre out of context. You thought they’d finally dropped it after freezing Ghostbear. You should’ve known better than that. Just as you were leaving, Leo made some comment, and it was back in full force.

“I’m sorry, but have you seen the special effects in JJ Sails the Seven Galaxies? It is absolutely HORRENDOUS-!”

“There is a REASON PV4 is the last Pluto Vacation!”

They’d been going on like this for nearly two blocks now. You were used to this sort of thing - hell, you were a part of this sort of thing when you understood the topic. The longer it went on, the more ridiculous the arguments got, and less comprehensible. You were starting to near your apartment, but they showed no signs of stopping.

“(Y/N)!”

“JEEZ-“ You stumbled, dropping the sled you’d been dragging behind you. You had not expected all of them to yell your name at once.

“You haven’t said anything-“

“All day!” Leo cut Donnie off. April jammed a hand over both of their mouths.

“You’re gonna settle this for us. Which is the better movie, Pluto Vacation 4-“

“- Or Sails the Seven Galaxies?” Raph finished.

There was a silence. They all stared, waiting for your reply.

“Dunno. I’ve never seen ‘em.”

“WHAT?!”

•°. *࿐

You’d gone years of your life without seeing even a single Jupiter Jim movie. According to the turtles, April, and (apparently) Mayhem, this was nothing less than a crime against sci-fi. Thus, movie night was scheduled.

One week later, you sat in the lair. Donnie was fiddling with the projector, which wasn’t turning on because Leo had unplugged it. You weren’t going to tell him that, of course. April was going over the ‘ground rules’ with you.

“Oh, and whatever you do, do NOT get attached to Planetary Percy, okay?”

“Why-“

“Don’t.”

The projection screen suddenly flickered to life. You turned around to see Donnie by the outlet, glaring at Leo.

“Gee. I wonder who could’ve done that.”

Watching the stare-off, you were just waiting for Donnie to throw something at him. Before that could occur, however, Mikey appeared from seemingly nowhere holding a pizza box.

“PIZZA! And plenty of other snacks waiting in the kitchen for whenever we’re ready!”

“Thanks, Mikey!” Everyone took a slice for themselves. Just as Leo was taking his, Donnie hit him in the back with a pillow.

“HEY-!”

Raph quickly snatched said pillow up from the ground and held it to his chest. You tuned the twins out and turned to Raph, who was sitting on the floor by the couch. “Where’s Splinter?”

“Oh, he doesn’t like Jupiter Jim. Lou Jitsu superiority, and all that.” Raph shrugged.

“Makes sense.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Jupiter Jim!” Mikey sat down next to you.

“Yeah, I mean, it seems like the kind of thing you’d be into.” April agreed. “Why’d you never watch it?”

You shrugged. “Spite.”

“Excuse me?”

“Spite. It’s like a game, seeing just how long you can go without it. It drives people insane, it’s funny.”

“You monster.”

“I know.” You grinned. “But I’ll watch it with you guys, if it’s really that important to you.”

“Aw, you do care about us!” You lightly kicked Raph’s arm.

“Are we going to start the movie or not?”

Within the next five minutes, Donnie finally got the very first Jupiter Jim movie set up. You were sandwiched in between April and Mikey, the latter of whom kept quoting lines as they were said. Every so often, Donnie would pipe up with some behind the scenes fun fact, or he’d explain some easter egg.

Jupiter Jim movies 1-3 was pretty decent as a trilogy.

Jupiter Jim: Pluto Vacation was mediocre.

Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Seas was fantastic.

Jupiter Jim: Origins was fantastically bad.

You fell asleep during the holiday special - according to Leo, you didn’t really miss anything.

You spent all night watching every single movie in this ridiculously long franchise. You knew you’d regret it when you needed to do homework tomorrow, but in the moment, you had no regrets.

As the credits to Atomic Lass Returns rolled, you let out a long yawn. Everyone looked pretty tired - Mikey had fallen asleep on your shoulder three times already.

“And that’s the last one. Well, until May 23rd, when Atomic Lass Dies Again comes out,” Donnie announced.

You stretched, feeling a bone pop somewhere. “I’m pretty sure that was the longest movie marathon in my life.”

“Oh, probably.” April yawned. “But now that it’s over…”

Here we go again.

“Which is the best movie, (y/n)?”

What were you expecting, really? All eyes were on you, waiting for you to decide the fate of Jupiter Jim’s tier ranking.

“I like Invasion of the Squirrelanoids best, actually.”

“OH, COME O-“

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #gender neutral reader #platonic reader insert #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt april x reader

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xmicrophonyx · 1 year

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To the people complaining about MM April not having red hair and thus making her “not an April”

What’s that? These are all shades of red? And different shades at that, showing that April’s design has never been consistent? Wow.

#also keep in mind that the people complaining about MM April are choosing the scene with very dark lighting #while all the other pictures are in neutral lighting #so i tried to pick a mid-tone for MM april's hair #anyway the hair color argument is stupid and even then hair color shouldn't determine if April's April #also I forgot Bayverse April (but people arent complaining about her anyway) so sorry bayverse fans :(#tmnt 87 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt idw #april o'neil #micro posts

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r1k-y9 · 1 year

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i am brainrotting so hard over @ladynoirboo 's fanfic, Trust, and so I have decided to draw a few of their recent chapters HAHAHA

1st image is a comic of reader officially (the 2nd time cause they kinda lost her memory LMAO) meeting donnie with april and is flabbergasted to see him 2nd is my own personal design of reader, as much as I wanted to draw em the usual ambiguous design, I am not a fan of drawing bald grey heads huhu BSDHFGBIS (I'll rant my design in the tags) 3rd is finally interaction with our boy Mikey with him letting Reader borrow a poison ivy comic book 4th is Reader finally regaining their memories and the actions they has done... (if you want to know more, check out the story ;) )

if you're curious about the story; check it out, link below: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42042663/chapters/105559173

would deffo recommend!!!

#AAGHH I BEEN WANTING TO DRAW THIS FIC FOR A WHILE AND ONLY GOT AROUND TO NOW #SCHOOL KICKED MY ASS #a little info dump from me #i headcanon reader to be POC and to have curly hair #and using gender neutral pronouns for them!!#i deffo wanna draw reader n april's snazzy outfit soo look out for that? HWHAHA #if the author sees this hi bestie your work is lovely!! I'm always excited for a new chapter!!#okay enough chatter here are the tags #|||#tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanart #tmnt x reader #?? kinda #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt april 2012

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shinigami-striker · 1 month

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Tricia Helfer | Thursday, 04.11.24

Same voice actress, different female characters - featuring Tricia Helfer.

Happy 50th birthday! 🎂

2008

Black Cat/Felicia Hardy - The Spectacular Spider-Man (TV series; 2008-2009)/Spider-Man: Web of Shadows (video game)

2010

EDI - Mass Effect 2 (2010)/Mass Effect 3 (2012) (video games)

2015

Sonya Blade - Mortal Kombat X (video game)

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aoikibou · 2 years

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Over the Moon Past the Future

First fanfic going on Tumblr, woo.

[Ch 1] The key to the future

April’s contact was blowing up your screen as you talked to your friends over the phone, “wait sorry guys, I’m really tired. I’ll talk to you later,” you excused as they said their goodbyes, you quickly exited out of the call taking your time to read the messages.

It was late, exactly 3:47 AM in the night, and April around this time would be either one asleep, or two with the brothers. It's rarely where she’d spam your phone, which was one of the reasons you actually decided to read through all her messages.

April O’Nimbus! 3:46

You need to come over right now, like right now.

April O’Nimbus! 3:46

_____ whatever you’re doing, this is A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!!!!

April O’Nimbus! 3:47

You better not be asleep right now … I know you don’t sleep at all.

April O’Nimbus! 3:47

Well either you do or don’t

April O’Nimbus 3:47

Seriously though, you need to come down to the lair ASAP.

April O’Nimbus! 3:48

Splinter-important level right now.

You sighed, it was past midnight and almost winter as well. Which meant it was cold, freezing almost, you dare say. But you weren’t the type to slack off a spam of messages that easily, and you weren’t tired either.

So, lifting yourself off the comfort of your bed you slowly made your way to the closet, pulling out a pair of baggy jeans with a loose beige-colored sweater, you made sure to put on a studded belt as you slipped into the jeans. Baggy jeans were no joke, last time you wore the same exact jeans without a belt on they were nearly blown off by one of Donnie’s creative inventions. (In fact, just don’t wear any big or loose clothing when Donnie invites you to his lab.)

Sliding on a pair of your famous white fingerless gloves with dark brown stars on the front side of your hand, you were ready to set out into the sewers. A 16-year-old who undoubtedly had access to the mystic arts (or spiritual “powers,” really …), but also had a normal life apart from that, including having school in two days—ready to perhaps (hopefully not) join the turtles and April on a mission.

Slipping out of the house with ease, your parents were of course asleep soundly. Quickly hopping to the nearest street you spotted, you walked around for a couple of minutes before spotting the manhole you usually used to access the lair quicker.

Discreetly glancing around even though it wasn’t needed since it was pitch black, you attempted to lift the manhole in one take which you miserably failed at. Good thing though, it only took you about two more tries before successfully sliding the metal across the other side to slip yourself in. Pulling the manhole back over the hole, you pulled out your phone and switched on the flashlight. If you were being honest, you always hated going into the manhole(s) during the night, the sewers were always dark, completely void of light which added a whole new creep factor to it.

Thank God for your phone or else you would’ve gotten lost the countless of times where you were called during the night to sneak into their lair, it was almost embarrassing for you sometimes because of the dirtiness of the sewers which meant you’d accidentally trip over a piece of paper or a block of rotten cheese occasionally.

This time you were swift and sly while crossing the concrete, the faint glow from the turtle’s lair proved as another second home to you. Your chest instantly rose low in relief as you rushed towards the entrance, there stood April who looked vaguely tired but nonetheless fired up.

She greeted you with a wave as you reached the entrance, “you won’t believe any of this,” she huffed as the two of you began heading in the direction of the projector room, or as you’d call it “Splinter’s junkyard.”

“It’s three, almost four actually, and I’m in the sewers. I think I’ll believe anything around this time,” you shrugged. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your baggy jeans expecting to see something anti-climatic; you were running on adrenaline and also coffee that you drank earlier.

When the both of you entered the projector room, there were all the turtles swarming around a person sitting on a chair, as well as the fact that they were tied up too. They wore … a hockey mask? Honestly, you couldn’t tell what the person who was tied to the chair was wearing, aside from all that gel (you assumed so) that was generously added onto their hair. There was also a certain foul smell that definitely was the cause of the lack of showering, and it wasn’t because of the turtles.

Mikey was the first to notice you two walk in, his toothy tooth-gap grin the first thing to greet you in this apparent mess, “_____! You won’t believe-”

You put up your hand near your face, “save it. I’ve heard it all from April,” you snuck a sly grin towards her way, which she returned with a wink.

“Oh, then do you believe in time travel?” Donnie suddenly barged in, and you notice the not-so-serious atmosphere that danced in the room. You snuck April another glance that said what the hell? I thought this was Splinter-important, it was too bad April ignored the glance you threw (snuck) at her.

You decided to turn back to Donnie and answer, “no. Well, after seeing talking turtles that slightly resemble humans too? Maybe,” you chuckled. The others also chuckled just for a brief second, before the stranger interrupted the moment.

“That voice sounds familiar … younger,” they mumbled.

Leo immediately turned to the stranger with a creeped-out while also cringed look, “you are not saving your case right now buddy,” he sighed.

“Their voice, I remember-” the stranger was cut off by you.

They had piqued your interest. You walked up closer to the stranger while half-holding your breath from the foul smell, they had their mask off and on top of their slicked-back hair. It was another human staring back at you, they had a slight stubble going on down near their chin.

“You a he?” you asked, and they nodded.

“Guys … don’t tell me you kidnapped somebody from school,” you deeply exhaled as you turned around to face the turtles.

They all went wide-eyed and quickly tried to explain the situation.

“April knocked him out!”

“He snuck up on April!”

“He knows us!”

“He’s crazy, I don’t know.”

Different voices all aimed at you, you shook your head and put out your hand trying to get an idea of what was happening. You turn to April, and as always she delivered.

“‘Kay, so this dude snuck up on me saying something like Commander O’Neill before I knocked him out. I took him here because … he knew my last name, and now he’s claiming to know everyone.”

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, so that was happening, and suddenly you wished that you weren’t awake for this shit.

“I know you too,” the stranger spoke out, and he hurriedly looked at you. “You’re _____ _____, also known as Commander _____.”

Oh, you didn’t know whether to be pleasantly surprised about that or freaked out.

Leo leaned over to your left side with an iffy side-glance at the stranger, “he called all of us master’s, too. Except Raph …” his voice silently trailed off, from which you assumed the worse.

Turning to the stranger you crossed your arms over your chest, “what’s your name?” you asked the million-dollar question.

“… Casey, Casey Jones.”

“Isn’t that the name of that one frenemy?” Mikey questioned, and April hummed in agreement.

Casey’s eyes lit up for a mere second, “Cassandra? Cassandra Jones? That’s my mom!”

April took out her phone and went straight to her photos, she had taken some photos of Cassandra when they were against Shredder surprisingly. She inched towards Casey and showed him the screen plastered with pictures of his so-called mom.

“This her? Oh, lot’s of action in this photo,” April acknowledged.

“That’s … her! It’s really my mom!” Casey huffed out in disbelief.

“So let’s say you did come from the future since everything you’re saying is kind of proving that … why and how did you get here?” Donnie asked, his eyes slightly squinting as if he was still deciding on whether to hop over to the other side of the fence.

Casey’s face washed with regret, he bit his tongue like he was in shame, and hung his head low. “Master Leonardo- Master Leonardo sent me back in time with Master Michaelangelo's help … to save your future.”

The room roared in laughter after Casey finished his sentence, “nice one!” Leo managed to retort before falling back into one of the couches, his hand over his mouth.

“I’m being serious- I- you- the Krang took over!”

Splinter who was mindlessly watching the whole situation unfold suddenly stopped laughing, and his eyes displayed an emotion you haven’t seen just yet. It was like a mix of fear and anguish, “the Krang?” he confirmed what Casey had just said.

“What’s the Krang?” Raph asked the question everyone in the room was thinking.

Immediately the room went from an uproar of laughter to complete silence while waiting for Splinter’s answer, “the Krang … are an alien race which essentially brought life to the yōkai …” he cautioned.

“Where are they now? Bet we could beat ‘em up,” Leo shrugged while pulling out one of his two swords.

You nearly facepalmed at his “bravery,” you’d been forced to call it. “If they were here don’t you think we would’ve seen them at least … I don’t know? Once.” You forcefully acknowledged, and everyone seemed to agree with you.

“What if they're invisible, uhuh,” Leo nodded to himself as he got up from the couch, “and they’re secretly hiding from us!” he gasped and waved his hands in the air as if he hit the biggest revelation.

“God, you’re actually unbearable,” you sighed.

April slid in next to you, “agreed.”

Splinter looked to Casey directly, an anxious tint hidden within the gleam of his eyes, “I assume the Krang are freed from the prison dimension in your time, as well as ours soon enough.”

Okay so now this was the Splinter-important level event.

Casey gulped and nodded his head to Splinter’s educated guess, “yeah- yeah, that’s why I’m here to stop it from happening!”

He looked like he was about to get up from the chair only if he wasn’t tied down to the very brim, seriously, the rope looked like it was squeezing the life force out of him.

“How exactly are you going to do that?” Donnie questioned, a little less wary than before.

“The key, today the key to freeing the Krang gets stolen,” he answered, which got a loud groan from every single turtle besides Leo. Suspiciously.

Leo shrugged and gave his best-relaxed grin, “yeah we’ll get it. Psshh, easy.”

“Not easy! We already got it stolen thanks to you,” Ralph mumbled, and Casey went wide-eyed. “Yeah, just earlier somebody couldn’t let me get the key for God knows what!” Raph then stared long and hard at Leo, who looked unruffled as usual.

“I took it in style,” Leo said appreciatively.

“Yeah, and apparently now the whole world is doomed because you let it get stolen back,” you hummed, pulling out a random notepad.

“What’s that notepad for?” Leo asked, albeit ignoring your first remark.

“Writing down all my regrets and everything I love so whoever I give this to in the future has a memory of me after I die,” you nonchalantly answered.

Leo slung his arm around your shoulders, “hey! The key hasn’t been inserted yet, we still have time.”

“Uhuh,” you mumbled back. You were too busy filling out the pages in the notepad, unbeknownst of Leo’s eyes continuously creasing in worry as you continued to scribble words.

“Leo’s right for once, we still have time. It was stolen from the Foot Clan so maybe if we go to their lair-”

Raph was sorely interrupted by Donnie who pulled out another tablet hidden within the protective shield for his shell, “already got that figured out. Energy signatures are off the charts in this one place,” he spoke in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Let’s go get that key!” Mikey beamed, he then turned to face you. “You coming? You don’t have to,” as you were about to agree on joining them, Splinter interfered.

“No, we need someone to watch the hockey mask boy. _____, you’ll be watching him until we get back.”

You groaned and threw your arms around dramatically, (you secretly didn’t mind it, you wouldn’t have your clothes dirtied for once.) “Come back safe,” you wished them all as they began to walk towards the garage. “Not you though, Leo!” you grinned seeing his arm raised in the air, waving at you.

Just as they all disappeared into the darkness, Leo stopped right at the turn to the garage, “let’s make a bet,” he said without turning around to face you.

“Sure,” you complied, not really knowing what you were getting yourself into.

“If I get the key, and all goes well, which it will. You have to do anything I ask of you!” and despite Leo not facing you, you could see the snobbish grin he wore on his face right about now.

“Alright, and uh … if you don’t manage to get the key and it’s one of your brothers, then you have to do whatever I say,” you concurred.

“Deal, be prepared to lose the bet like a sore loser,” Leo cockily bantered as he walked into the darkness, and finally you had lost sight of him.

Sighing gracefully, you turned to Casey who had a faint smile placed over his lips. He looked as if he were reminiscing, which would be really sad because if he was from the future, then it must’ve not been good whatever happened to the turtles—and you. Why else would he suddenly go back to the past, presumably when he wasn’t born yet.

“What is it?” you decided to see if you could get out any answers from the future survivor.

Immediately he’s taken back to reality, and he has that worried frown plastered over his lips again, “oh! Nothing, nothing,” he wasn’t the best at hiding his thoughts you mentally noted.

“Huh. Okay,” you brushed off.

An awkward silence ensued not too long after, you quickly whipped out your phone so you didn’t have to just stare into the nothingness of the lair and instead of Casey. Though, that didn’t stop the quick glances you were giving him when you assumed he wasn’t looking your way.

Okay, curiosity soon took the best of you.

“Hey Casey,” you called.

His head quipped up, and based on the suspecting expression he gave, it seemed he was ready to hear a question asking about the future.

“Why did you call me commander?” you started, and a pure look of nostalgia hit Casey’s face like a bulldozer.

“You- you were one of the greatest spiritualist users the world has seen!” he smiled with a great sense of homesickness.

You swore your eyes bulged out right at that moment, “really?” you quietly gasped out, you would never figure that someone from the future would be so great at buttering up someone.

Casey eagerly nodded and turned his head to reach for something before once again forgetting he was tied up. He looked back up to you, with a nervous grin.

“What now?” you queried, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I have a picture of Master Leonardo and you, actually.”

Oh. Tonight was just a night full of surprises for you. So far none of them have been terrible, thankfully.

“Is that true, or do you just want me to free you?” you hummed as you trailed over to Casey, walking towards the back of the chair where the knot was tightly secured. “Jesus, this is messy. Talking about Leo, I definitely know he did this terrible job of tying someone up.”

Casey let a vague chuckle slip, “you haven’t changed all that much in the future,” he informed as you finally untied him from the chair. You were ready to knock him back out if he were to pull some fishy stunts.

He then moved his arm to one of the many pockets on his pants, pulling out a folded picture of lo and behold, Leo and you. Leo (in that photo) although somewhat greatly resembling Leo right now, he looked a bit older. Not too much of a difference in size though, and you didn’t look all that different either. This picture seemed to be taken not too long ago in the future.

You were standing beside Leo, your right hand gently placed over his right shoulder as your left arm remained hidden behind his shell, only your hand peeked at the top while holding up your index and middle finger, making the illusion of two small bunny ears on top of Leo’s head. The both of you were grinning so incredibly much, Leo had his sword posed in some sort of “cool” position while he seemed to be in the process of laughing in the photo.

You unconsciously smiled at the photo, your chest tightened in on itself in gleam. “Alright, I totally love this photo. I look amazing in it,” you chortled.

“Yeah …” Casey absent-mindlessly agreed, his voice a bit distant than previously.

You looked back to Casey from the photo, “is it cool if I keep this photo?” you pleaded, to which he surprisingly agreed. “Awesome, do you have any more photos?”

“Yeah! Here’s one with all of you guys …”

You hummed in contentment as Casey began to pull out a limited amount of photos from his pockets, you were willing to deal with the foul-smelling boy if it meant you got a little insight into the future.

#rottmnt #leo x reader #gender neutral reader #angst #fluff #domestic fluff #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #post rottmnt movie #idk what else to tag #rottmnt april #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt raph

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pandulce135 · 10 months

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The Fivefold Trap (TMNT 2012 Reader Insert)

Note: This is such a wannabe song fic lmao. Straight up, this is an idea I had for my OC Toru for the 2012 version of her (cuz I have a version for 2003 and 2018, too). Like, if I were to write a whole fic, this would be a highlight on Toru's home life and honestly, it wouldn't be seen by the turtles until they go to space because of that holograph room. This idea has been plaguing my brain for months and honestly? It's for the angst. The other versions of her are much more lighthearted. 2012 Toru is just not having a good time.

The songs used in this fic are: Pieces by Sum 41, Perfect by Simple Plan, Spaceship by Art Sorority, A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: troubled home life, strained relationship with parents, self deprecation, drug use, mention of thoughts of suicide, child neglect and emotional abuse, psychological abuse and trauma, experiment, not proofread (lmk if I need to add anything!)

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You were awake, you knew it, so why couldn’t you see anything? You felt your eyelashes make contact with something- were you wearing a mask? How did you get here? Why were you so achy? You had no recollection of getting here- wherever you were.

The last thing you remember was sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building. There was no one up there, no one around. You were trying to get a breath of fresh air and relax while you strummed on your ukulele. It was after seeing the Hamato sons at their Lair. You strummed chords at random, coming up with a tune in your head. Your hands on the strings were illuminated only by the lights of the city and shining moon above you.

The boys had gotten into an argument when you excused yourself from the Lair. You had told Donnie to text you and reminded him that he’s doing great under all the pressure his brothers and father are placing on him. He had left at the same time you did, explaining that April called him. He had given you a quick ride back to the surface in one of his armored go carts before continuing his drive to his own destination.

You didn’t get the chance to play your ukulele long. You remember feeling a presence behind you and stopped playing, your fingers freezing over the strings abruptly. There wasn’t enough time for you to turn around before a sharp pain hit your head.

That’s what happens when you let your guard down.

You groaned as you sat up, still unable to see what’s around you. The ground was cold and smooth with a glossy finish. This wasn’t a cellar, by any means. There was a smell in the air, however. A cleaning product, Lysol?

To your left, you heard two different voices.

“You’re sure it will work?” A feminine voice. Karai.

“You shouldn’t doubt my skill. I know exactly what I am doing.” An arrogant voice. Male. Baxter Stockman. He usually speaks like this when he’s talking about science, so you’ve seen. What exactly is he…?

“They’re awake too soon. Hit it.”

“Wait-” You tried reaching out, tried saying something to stop them when music began playing from whatever contraption was on your head. You placed your hands on it, hearing a sad guitar begin to play. Your fingertips were met with cold, heavy duty steel that seemed to stay on your head no matter how hard you pried.

Before you, a crying young teen sat just as you recognized the song and the person.

“I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don’t believe that makes me real

I thought it’d be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things that I said

If you believe it’s in my soul I’d say all the words that I know Just to see if it would show That I’m trying to let you know

That I’m better off on my own.”

You looked at the younger version of yourself. Curled up, sobbing with headphones blaring music to try and calm down. You liked listening to this music because it allowed you feel seen and heard- like someone finally understands.

There were a lot of things that led to these thoughts of isolation and beliefs of not being good enough: degrading parents who expected their only child to be a spitting image of them, being average when they demanded perfection, ultimately having such low confidence because of their words.

Worthless.

Even when you did your best, it just wasn’t enough. Maybe you were better off on your own.

You sat there staring at your crying form for three minutes before the image in your head changed and you were now in your kitchen. A new song began to play in your ears and your parents had just gotten home from a long time of being at their out of state lab- almost a month.

Not even five minutes into them being home and they’re yelling at your preteen self. You had forgotten about this. It had probably been pushed to the back of your mind, shoved away so you could continue moving along. You had gotten a few B’s on your last group of tests. They threatened to take away the electronics in the apartment, they wanted to make it so the only thing you would do was study, not even be a kid.

“We raised you to be smart and capable. Not average!” Your father shouted down at you with a vein threatening to burst at his temple. “You’re supposed to be like us: smart, capable, you’re an idiot!”

“Hey, dad, look at me Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan?”

“Spending all your time playing that stupid ukulele, watching those stupid videos on the computer. You need to study. B’s are for average children. You’re supposed to be better than this!”

“And do you think I’m wasting my time Doing things I wanna do But it hurts when you disapprove all along.”

Your mother towered over your quaking form. You were trying to hold it together, trying to remain strong until you can hide away in your room to let it all out.

“We’ve worked hard to keep a roof over your head, to give you the best education we can afford and you do nothing but disappoint us. Go to your room!”

Grades were all that mattered to them. They still are. Even when they tasked you with saving the world.

“Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said And nothing’s gonna make this right again Please don’t turn your back I can’t believe it’s hard just to talk to you But you don’t understand.

‘Cuz we’ve lost it all Nothing lasts forever I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.”

“I did my best,” you had muttered. Your hands were fists at your sides, trying to keep your voice steady. Trying to stay strong for just a few more minutes.

“And it’s just too late And we can’t go back I’m sorry I can’t be-”

“-perfect.” You had said the last line of that song before you turned to go to your room. You had slammed the door shut and locked it before letting your emotions out. You had forgotten all of that.

You stood up to follow your younger self through the memory and into their room. You moved your hand to the doorknob to enter only for it to phase through the door. You let out a small gasp but jumped as a voice came over an intercom.

“Greetings turtles… and Y/N. It’s time for us to play a game.” Karai’s voice came over the intercom. So the boys were here, too! Good, good. At least you’re not alone in this. “Each of you have been placed inside a room with a unique trap. Oh, we all had input. Isn’t that right Xever?”

Xever’s voice was a bit muffled, he obviously was standing further away from the microphone. “I helped design yours personally, Raphael. Everyone loves baked turtle.”

“Raphael, you’re inside the first trap, aptly called the Hot Head. Can you figure a way out?” Karai’s voice was menacing over the intercom. Her attention shifted. “Hello, Leonardo. Welcome to the Courage Slayer. To save your brothers and Y/N, you’ll have to face ninja blades as skilled as your own, which isn’t all that formidable. So I cranked up the speed to 100.”

Your eyes widened but were still only able to take in the darkness inside the metal helmet mask you wore.

“Donatello, are you smart enough to beat the Brain Boggler? Connect he pieces as they appear on the game grid. Make a mistake and you get zapped. Get zapped enough times, and then you’ll truly know what it feels like to be brain fried.”

“Next, we have the Flush-O-Matic. Once the tanks are full, the flush valve will open and dump mutagen all over you poor, little Michelangelo.” There was a moment where you knew Mikey was talking back to your captors, probably something about the name.

“Last, but certainly not least, Y/N. On your head is Memory Activator Helmet. You already know how it works. It’s able to see memories you’ve subconsciously pushed away. With the help of music, you’re able to see those memories right before your eyes. You will always be the least favorite only child in the eyes of your parents.” Karai let out a laugh. “We wanted to see you break before we break you. Good luck, Turtles, and good riddance.”

It was like a Saw movie. Traumas you had already lived through began to bubble up to the surface as another song began to play, just a guitar, and a new scene appeared before your eyes.

You were staring out of your window. It was three in the morning. There was a handwritten note on your desk.

“Get-get, get inside your spaceship You don’t have a car, but you don’t have to take this You’ll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars

You’re on a fast track living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you’re out of patience.”

Your behavior at school had begun to get worse. You were isolating yourself from your peers, others were beginning to start rumors. In their eyes, you were a weirdo, a product of an experiment gone wrong thanks to your parents. The career of ‘scientist’ mixed in with a social outcast of a child really gave your parents a certain reputation.

“You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, but now you’re getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!”

You watched as you looked out the window, contemplating, thinking, wondering. Your younger counterpart’s eyebrows were furrowed, obviously deep in thought. Little you glanced at the note they had written minutes prior. Looking into those tear stained, tired eyes, you yourself began crying. It hit you like a truck, this memory. Your chest hurt and you clutched at the shirt that you wore as you stepped back. A hard wall collided with your back and helmet as you watched yourself ask if they’re ready.

“Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking ‘bout you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can’t return their calls, skipping every breakfast You tried to be a writer but instead you only fact check.”

That’s when you threw yourself at the other you. You where shocked when your arms wrapped around their body rather than go through them, but held on nonetheless. You sobbed into the shoulder of the you from before you met the turtles, and began training with Splinter, and studying with April and Casey even though you went to different schools, sat there.

“It gets better, I promise,” you let out in a hoarse voice, hardly above a whisper. “You have six new friends, you have a sensei, and you have a second home. Don’t give in just yet, please!” You held onto yourself, crying. Eventually, their head was on your shoulder, sobbing. Is this how it happened?

There had been a feeling of warmth that encased you, and then there was a nice voice mixed in with the bad ones, telling you to keep going, telling you to not give up. A fire in you ignited that night that burned bright, angry, and proud.

“Keep going and do not falter.”

You didn’t even notice the song fade out, you only heard your sobbing.

Karai had watched the whole thing from the observation deck screens where she could see the others as well. This was a little experiment that Karai had Stockman doing, and it also incorporated a type of torture, less physical, more psychological. She laughed, watching you stand frozen before backing up, clutching your chest. But then you did something that made her confused. You leapt out with your arms out.

“What are they doing?” Karai asked the scientist that stood to her side. Stockman looked from you to Karai to the screen that showed them what you were seeing. Upon seeing, his eyes widened and he began to stammer.

“This wasn’t anticipated! It’s very interesting.” Stockman pulled on the monitor to show Karai the screen. “They appear to be hugging the version of them from their memory.”

“Interesting.” Karai stared at the screen, holding her chin in thought. “Stockman, can you ruin a memory?”

He stammered. “What do you mean?”

“The memory they’re in, can you make it worse?” Karai clarified, still eyeing your form on the monitor as you began to calm down from your crying. She rolled her eyes at the sight. “So emotional…”

“From what I have currently, I cannot.” He answered, straightforward and simple. “But,” he pressed a button on the console he stood before, prompting another song to play and a new memory to appear in your head, “we can make them remember the worst of the worst.”

The version of you that you were hugging fazed out and you fell forward. Your hands made contact with the cold floor to keep you from face planting. You felt your gut begin to twist and swirl, a newfound nervousness taking hold. The sights and scenes began anew.

You stood over yourself laying in bed it was the morning after a particularly terrible fight you had with your parents. This one was the most recent memory, only taking place a few months ago. You hardly got any sleep and the bags under your eyes showed for it. In your hand was a small device resembling a USB drive. It wasn’t for memory storage, though.

You remember how your world seemed to spin that day and you just laid in bed, avoiding your parents. You didn’t have to wait long though, they were out of town for the next month in their lab the following day.

“Sometimes, in the morning I am petrified and can’t move Awake but cannot open my eyes

And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can’t breathe I hope someone will save me this time.”

You watched as the version of you in bed lifted the small device to their lips and breathed in a heavy breath. You sat there for a moment, letting the chemicals mix with your insides before breathing out, a cloud of smoke escaping through your lips.

You weren’t addicted by any means, no. It was just an opportunity to stay loose, so you took it and ran. It was an effort to remain calm in a stormy apartment.

At this point, you had known the turtles for a bit, but they didn’t know about your home life and you still won’t plan on telling them. However, you’re sure Master Splinter had realized something was amiss. The way you held yourself and avoided much conversation of your parents probably helped him piece that one together.

You let out a gasp when the scene changed but the song stayed the same. They’re really aiming for torture, aren’t they?

“Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things Crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide, and you love things just because Like the sick and the dying.”

You were looking at a child version of you, probably five, so happy, so smiley. Your parents loved you then and you had felt that warmth until you reached middle school.

You missed the way they looked at you like you were the light of their lives, like you belonged with them. Your existence made them proud to call you theirs.

It all changed when they began taking longer leaves to their lab. They cracked down on you, made you feel worse and worse about being average.

“And sometimes, when you’re on, you’re really fucking on And your friends, they sing along and they love you.”

You thought back to the four turtles, April, Casey, Master Splinter. They gave you love your parents never did. They are proud of you. They don’t see you as merely average, but an outstanding fighter with a brilliant mind.

There was an ache beginning to form in your skull. Your head was hurting. All of these memories being pulled out, sobbing for so long, thinking of your past and present life. The scene changed to another more recent memory.

“But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems so fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence.”

You hadn’t gone to visit the turtles in a few days, you didn’t even text them. You were losing your mind trying to study for an intense exam coming up. Notes were littered on the kitchen table and your laptop played notes videos that taught you nothing. The fear of failure continued to push you, though, even if that meant ghosting the turtles for a few days.

But they came to check up on you.

“But you’ll fight, you’ll make it through You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend.”

The four climbed in through your window and you calmed down. Donnie recognized the work and walked you through it, Leo made you some tea and listened to your ranting, Mikey allowed for a few minutes of mindless distraction, and Raph encouraged you to release some stress through some playful sparing on the roof.

Oh, how you appreciated them.

You put your foot down that day. You vowed to yourself that you’ll be by their side no matter what, facing who knows what challenges. You may have your own ups and downs, but these were friends you were not willing to give up so easily, not like you had allowed with your peers in the past.

You may be below average in the eyes of your parents, but you have a new family. A better family. The turtles, Master Splinter, April, and Casey.

“And your ship may be coming in You’re weak, but not giving in And you’ll fight it, you go out fighting all of them.”

You heard a click. Maybe you were going crazy? Then a hissing. Then a voice came over the intercom.

“Stop fighting it, Y/N. It’ll be a lot easier for all of us if you just let it happen,” Stockman’s voice rang through your ears. What was he talking about? It was then that you noticed that the memory before you was glitching and there was no music playing. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it.”

You moved without thinking, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders. With trembling fingers, you moved your hands up to the metal contraption that was holding you hostage with your own memories and traumas.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Stockman shouted over the intercom. This would ruin his ‘research,’ effectively destroying his work on this matter.

“You really had me in the first half, not gonna lie.” You pulled the helmet off of your head and blinked as light flooded into your vision. You turned to face a camera in the corner of the room. “But you underestimate me. I’m strong, Stockman. I survive.” With that, you smashed the helmet against a nearby wall with as much force as you could muster up. Upon impact, it shattered onto the floor. The mechanical bits were now loose and visible, but you continued to stomp on it, making sure it still wasn’t usable.

“No! No my work,” Stockman cried out, mourning the loss of his invention that left you way more messed up than you already were.

But yet now there was a sense of strength and belonging. You were where you needed to be.

You looked around the room you were in, trying to find a way out, and then you spotted a door hidden in the corner on the other side of the room. You took off in a sprint and were able to make it out of the room and were surprised when you found yourself in a sewer. You were less surprised to hear fighting down one end. You followed the sound.

“Surrender, my daughter,” Splinter’s voice echoed through the tunnel you were running through. “You are defeated. My sons and Y/N are free.” His voice made you pick up your pace and soon enough, you were watching him face off with a giant white mutated snake- Karai.

Splinter’s words seemed to anger Karai and she let out a growl. “I’ll never surrender to you!” She shouted, her voice echoing off of the dark walls that surrounded them. She charged at him. “Never!”

It was easy enough for Splinter to overpower his daughter and throw her to the ground, but you knew that mentally, it was a difficult task for him.

“Miwa.” Splinter tried to reason with her, only to earn a hiss before she jumped off of the platform in the middle of the opening and into the water below.

That water was the only thing keeping you away from Splinter and April, who were both still on the platform. You looked around, trying to find a way to cross to the platform as Splinter began chanting. It was easy to recognize that he was trying to call upon the ancient scrolls, but you couldn’t tell which one. When Karai reappeared behind him, he was able to dodge her attack and planted his own.

“I love you, Miwa.”

It was easy to remember your place in all of this now. You were a sidekick, helping the turtles until all of this was over. You were never a part of their family, they already had one. A stray tear fell down your cheek and landed on the rusty metal tunnel.

You let yourself watch as Karai fell into the water, you were too far to help her. April had to hold Splinter back as he tried to lunge over the the side for his daughter.

That’s when you all heard Tigerclaw’s voice from above. “Your victory has come at a price, Yoshi-san.” In his hands was a rifle that he pointed at Splinter. You all heard it begin to power up and you could have kicked yourself for not looking for any weapons before making your way over here.

However, a sword sliced at his gun, sending it flying towards the floor. Everyone’s gaze followed where the sword came from only to see the turtles jumping down from the ceiling.

“Sensei!”

“April!”

Once they had landed, Tigerclaw flew away, an evil laugh echoing off the walls of the tunnel he flew into.

”Where’s Y/N?” Leo asked, looking around the expanse of the area. That’s when you called out.

“Over here!” It didn’t escape you how your voice pitched up in the middle of your call and took a deep breath. You eyed your surroundings and pinpointed a few pipes you could use to make your way over to them.

When you landed, Splinter spoke up. “I trust that you are all unharmed.”

Physically? Yes. Mentally? Psychologically? You turned away from the group so they wouldn’t see the tears threatening to escape once more.

“Sensei?”

“What happened?”

Donnie and Leo both asked.

Splinter moved to steady himself, using the edge of the console to assist him. “She forced me into combat, but the Healing Hands I used on her were meant to help her, not harm her.” You felt the air in the room grow thicker. “I fear that we will never see Miwa again.”

Leo moved to stand behind Splinter. “Never give up hope.” He placed his large three fingered hand onto his father’s shoulder. “That was the greatest lesson you taught me as a kid, Sensei.” That prompted Splinter to turn around and look at everyone before him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back. The strain of having your memories pulled out of the darkest shadows of your mind to shine at the forefront still weighed you down.

Splinter stood up, placing an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “Come, let us go home.”

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BEHOLD

After a few hours of extensive research (and when I mean extensive I mean watching clips on YouTube and reading their wiki pages) I GIVE YOU

THE DEFINITIVE DONNIE CHART

(My reasoning is in the tags)

#guys you have no idea how hard it was making this #like for a few of them it was easy #i got the idea of making this when I thought ‘rise donnie is such a chaotic evil’#okay I know the reasoning may seem off on a few of them #but hear me out #bayverse donnie?#the dude literally jumped out of a plane like it was nothing #and his wiki page says he licked off the frosting of pop tarts and put them back in the box #such a chaotic neutral #as for 2012 donnie?#look regardless of April being a bad character Donnie was still obsessing over her like a maniac #AND he put a camera on a cockroach and shows it to Raph who is terrified of him #neutral evil for sure #2007 donnie?#look i only seen the IT tech support clip but yeah no he’s definetly lawful evil #do I have to explain 1987 donnie?#just see any clip compilation of him and you’ll get the vibe #2003 donnie is just a sweetheart and we should appreciate that #Batman Hamato ‘there’s always time for accuracy Leo’ donatello is a lawful neutral HANDS DOWN #I didn’t even see the 1990s movies but I couldn’t find any clips for that donnie so I just put him as the baseline neutral #and mutant mayhem donnie is nonexistent as of now #but I did see the poster art #and there’s this one YouTuber who made hilarious animatics of him and that’s just it #tmnt #tmnt crossover #rottmnt #2003 tmnt #2012 tmnt #bayverse tmnt #2007 tmnt

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iluvjesus666 · 1 month

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it's simply blasphemous to not blast this track every april 1st

#neutral milk hotel #avery island/april 1st #on avery island #april 1st #lo-fi #music #Spotify

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squaregoals · 1 year

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I Love It When You Look My Way

April O'Neil(ROtTMNT) x Reader drabble 💛

There was a rare calm present in April’s apartment building. You took note of this, as you both made your way hand-in-hand to her unit. The contact and quiet did nothing to quell your growing nervousness.

“I don’t know about this, babe…” you admitted in a bit of a whisper as you tightened your hold on her hand. She huffed out a laugh, looking over at you. The hand not holding hers held flowers, already in a slim vase and just needing water. You were visibly growing more nervous.

You hoped the cumulating sweat from your hands didn’t stay on the vase when you set it inside.

“Oh c’mon, _____. We've fight literal villains and you don't break a sweat. This is just my mom. She won’t bite.” April said with a warm smile.

You whipped your head to look at her full-on, narrowing your eyes slightly. “You said that way back when I met the guys too, but Donnie was definitely thinking about it.”

April just laughed, and started to unlock the apartment with her free hand. “You’re gonna be just fine, _____. She’ll love you… since I know I do.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, and you were certain that she intended for that to calm your nerves. Given the circumstances, though, it only ratcheted them up to full tension. You were finally meeting your girlfriend’s mom. Someone of whom you’ve somehow not met yet, as she usually was at work when you were over. April’s father you had been able to meet almost immediately, but her mom?

You had to make her like you.

Sucking in a breath, you held it before sharply exhaling as April opened the door.

The apartment, as always, was just so homey and welcoming. You felt a very slight bit of tension leave as the scent of freshly baked bread washes over the two of you. Your are about to move to come in and make a comment, before that is lost to the void as April loudly announces her arrival to the apartment.

"Mom! I'm home!"

You winced slightly at the sudden volume.

“Hi honey! Give me a second, I’m finishing the laundry.” came the response from deeper inside.

You froze in the doorway after her mom replied, April having to pull you into the apartment enough so that she can close the door.

“______, seriously. Chillax.” April murmurs as she drops your hand to lock the door.

You don’t.

In fact you do the opposite, as you stiffly stand where she had left you just inside the door. April has to slightly maneuver around you as she removes her jacket and hangs it up. Your eyes were fixed on the doorway of the master bedroom door where her mother would emerge any moment. You knew you had to look less stressed otherwise she make make note and be suspicious of you and not like her like you needed her to-

Before you could spiral any further, or April had a chance to try and continue to reassure you, her mom stepped around the corner and locked eyes with you.

There was slight confusion that appeared on her face, before she glanced between you and April. She then settled into a small smile and… a smirk as she looked at April expectantly.

“Hi, honey. Who’s this?” she asked slyly. Oh, definitely a smirk, the glint in her eye as she slides her gaze over to you tells you she knows exactly who you are. Now you know where April got that look from.

You eyed April as she steps forward to introduce the two of you.

“______, this is my mom. Mom, this is _____,” April says as she takes the vase from your hand so you can offer a handshake to her mom.

“Uh- hello Mrs. O’Neil. Nice to finally meet you. I brought you lilies, your husband mentioned at one point theyre your favourite.”

Despite a small overexplanation, you were proud you kept your voice even.

She smiled at this, taking your hand and instead pulling you into a quick welcoming hug.

Before you could worry about fully returning it or not, she stepped away as to not make you uncomfortable.

“Just call me Carol, hon. I take it youre the same _____ that’s been dating and keeping my daughter from getting into too much trouble?” she says, a warm smile replacing the slight smirk.

You clear your throat, and fight the urge to scratch the back of your head, “Uh-uh yes ma’am. Or, try to at least,” you joke.

At this she laughs, and gestures you to go sit down as she moves further into the kitchen. “Go on, make yourself comfortable. I think the bread is almost cooled off enough to eat.

With this, she went further into the unknown, and you went to sit on the couch with April.

As soon as April took her spot next to you, you found her hand and gripped it tight as you looked at her with wide eyes. “Hey, April. Babycakes, honeybunches, love of my life… Why does it feel like your mom didn’t know I was coming over today?” you said, tight smile fixed on your face.

April laughed a haltingly awkward laugh as she avoided eye contact and used her other hand to sheepishly scratch her cheek.

“I… may have forgotten to let her know?” she tries in a slightly higher octave than she normally speaks.

You lean close to her, not far away from her face as you kept the smile on and fixed her with wide eyes boring into the side of her face. A strangled whine was barely audible from the back of your throat as you did.

April… you loved her to death but she was one day going to cause exactly that for you.

Your flustered and slowly becoming unhinged state made her laugh. It was her usual carefree and light laughter that never failed to make your skin buzz pleasantly and insides become warm. You felt your face relax against your will, and you loosened your grip on her hand as well.

Sighing, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before you sat back to rest in your original position.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you murmured.

Whatever April was going to respond with was interrupted by Carol- there was no way you’d ever call her that- appearing with a basket of freshly baked and cut bread. Smelled of rosemary, and you felt your heart grow light at the clear love put into making it.

She offered you both the bread, and you each took a piece with your free hand and gratitude on your face. She sat the basket on the coffee table in front of the couch, before sitting on the otherside of you from April.

She patted your leg, “So. _____. How’d you meet April?”.

A scene of a rather dramatic villain fight flit across your minds eye, and you looked over to your girlfriend in question as to tell the full story. She just stared back.

Great, helpful.

You sighed.

This was going to be an interesting day.

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A/N: first drabble posted! This is the definition of "oops my hand slipped." I wanted something cute for April, she needs more love.

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