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impostorsshow · 6 months

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I'm so obsessed my tmnt hyperfixation got singlehandedly started back up by this little guy made by @venelona-turtle-den sorry for the tag

I want so badly to have his tail and his stripes at the same time but I'm way too scared to fuck with the files to see if I could mangle it into happening, and im also way too scared to upset him to ask anything about raphael and donnie

#ive gotten too used to seeing leo sitting i dont like looking at his face anymore anyways /lh #ghost future leonardo #i hope thats the tag #rottmnt #tmnt #leonardo #2018 tmnt #also that first screenshot was taken before i remembered i can only draw in magma #like i have krita and paint.net on my computer but i cannot draw in either of them due to skill issues #and also i draw with my finger on my shitty laptop so its like. 70% skill issue #paint.net is really good for editing images though #art #future donatello #donnie #donatello #technically #we arent here for him but he sure is here

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bettertwin9000 · 1 year

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I, too, was you for Halloween but I never took any pictures and the only picture I have of my in it is when I was simping over a horror movie slasher. 😪

HAH. That's funny- that's really cool though.

#if it were #ghost face #i wouldnt blame you #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #save rise of the tmnt #disaster twins

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ilk-insolence · 5 months

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Raph Is A Great Strategist

Numerous times in the show Raph has shown to have a preference for straightforwardly punching his problems away rather than think up a more complex solution. Like how his immediate fix to getting Mayhem out of the mirror in Mystic Library was to punch everything in the bathroom but the mirror. However, when Raph understands the situation requires more in depth strategy, he’s shown to be an incredibly capable tactician.

(long post ahead!)

In nearly all the plot heavy episodes like Shadow of Evil, Many Unhappy Returns, and the season finales, Raph gets moments where he’s highlighted for his strategic thinking. In Insane in the Mama Train, he’s the one who figures out which eyeball-button goes to the front car with the dark armor, because “‘it was the only button [the Foot Clan] didn’t want me to press!’” [21:05]. He’s also the one who came up with the scheme to defeat all the (known) combatants in the train, with Leo specifically attributing Raph as the deviser during their mind meld [19:46]. In Many Unhappy Returns, after spending a single night waylaying the Shredder, Raph formulated a plan using all the tricks the team learned, seamlessly transitioning the mystic collar Leo acquired into it [19:53], to defeating the Shredder. Additionally, he’s repeatedly called for a retreat during fights, like in Shadow of Evil, Shreddy or Not (Finale pt 2), and the movie, when he can tactically recognize that a battle couldn’t be won. Each time, the show/movie implied that that was the right call, for the family to lose the fight but win the war.

And it’s not just that Raph is good at strategy when he’s pushed to be more serious; the show characterizes him as passionate about creating plans, he enjoys doing it. Literally in the first episode, Mystic Mayhem, after the turtles’ initial plan failed of getting Splinter out of the living room to touch his Do-Not-Touch Cabinet, Raph immediately started devising a new plan that involved “ten chickens [and] a gallon of rubber cement” [9:35]. It was convoluted, sure, and they didn’t end up using it, but it was inventive and the opposite of reluctant. This is also shown in Bug Busters, where Raph planned out dousing Mikey in honey to attract the oozequitoes [2:52]; Snow Day, with the idea to freeze Ghost Bear like in Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4; and Raph’s Ride-Along (and also Bad Hair Day), where Mind Raph created multiple schemes to get the criminals arrested. The show wouldn’t have made Raph be so creative with his plans if they were trying to characterize him as someone who didn’t like strategizing.

So does why Raph do stupid shit sometimes where he doesn’t think things through at all? Well, even though Raph is good at strategy and enjoys doing it, it’s clear his immediate impulse is still “punch the problem in the face”. In fact, all the turtle boys contain the fascinating dichotomy of being incredibly smart in some areas, and the dumbest teenagers alive in others. Just look at Donnie. It’s also how Raph is a loving protective older brother, and the guy who shoved Leo into a wall so hard he disappeared in one frame for shits and giggles (The Mutant Menace x). None of this means that Raph is bad at strategy though.

tldr: Yeah, Raph has a lot of dumb and, frankly, insane moments in the show, but he’s still an incredible tactician who’s plans consistently saved his family and sometimes the world. He's a great strategist.

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complexraspberry · 1 year

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Day Thirty: Stories. Just a dad telling his kids spooky stories.

[id: a digital illustration. The image shows a young splinter sitting on the floor with his sons sitting around him. Mikey is sitting in Splinter's lap with both hands squishing his face. Raph is back-on to the viewer and holding a teddy bear, he has a worried expression on his face. Leo is kneeling and leaning towards Splinter on his hands. He is looking at his father expectantly. Donnie is sitting with his knees up and wearing his purple hoodie, he also looks interested in the story. There are three speech bubbles above Splinter's head each with doodles of ghosts in them. /end id]

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnttober #tmnttober2022 #tmnt #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #rottmnt raph #rise raph #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #as you can see I found a new brush to colour and shade with #also I think I'm getting better at drawing group shoots so thats fun

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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LIBRARY

Master post of all my writings. TW: dark content + NSFW I MDNI I all my readers are female by default unless specified otherwise.

All characters are depicted mid-twenties and older. Any bitching about this matter equals instant block ♡

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Popular posts SFW + NSFW

Who fell first and who fell harder (across the mutant verses)

How would they sound in bed? (across the mutant verses)

How would they fuck your brains out? (across the mutant verses)

Hard crush (Leo and Raph crushing on you, 2007)

How would they eat you out? (2007)

Turtle’s favorite sex positions (general verses)

Turtles when they're mad at you! (general verses)

Short thirsts and HC

Grown-ups HC (2007)

Lovely things they do for you (2007)

Realizing they are in love (Bayverse)

Red flags! toxic hc (general verses)

Their significant other is a nightwatcher fan! (2007) I p2

Biggest insecurities are when it comes to dating (Bayverse)

Their O faces I NSFW I Bayverse

Marking HC I NSFW (general)

Cock warming HC I NSFW (2007)

How to blow Donnie, a guide! I NSFW (2003)

Seasonal Specials

You know, hot Valentine, kinktober, no-nut-November, creampie December...

Dark Library

Compilation of dark fics, requested, or otherwise!

General suggestive and smut stuff

Ghost Bridal (2007)

18+ I NSFW I Mating cycles I 10 years after the 2007 movie I You lend a hand with his mating season

Yum, baby yum (general verses)

18+ I Making out Headcanons that are not precisely written in hc format I suggestive I General verses

Ninja's Heartstrings (2007)

18+ I The first part of a trio smut I suggestive? I You're in love with Leo and Raph but refuse to choose just one.

Fluff??? Here???

Raph is mustering the courage to confess his feelings, but nothing goes as he plans after your birthday party.

Would they love you if you were a worm?

Pieces of art from my writings:

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Get a room! (incorrect quote)

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Updated: 02/29/2024

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strawb3rrystar · 7 months

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Bon Appétit.

Pairing: Bayverse! Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Manhandling, Spanking, Degrading, Praise, Oral, Size difference, Somnophilia, Masturbation, Creampie, Piercings, Cunnilingus, Tongue fucking

Word count: 900

Requested by @st0nedandafraid I accidentally deleted your ask, I'm sorry.

Leonardo

Manhandling + Spanking + Degrading

"Are you sure about this?" Leo asks, massaging your thighs. You nod your head, giving him a reassuring look. He had never had you like this, ass in the air, wanting him to bully your cunt. His hand ghost over your ass for a second before slapping it. You yelp, your body tensing slightly.

"Dumb slut." You feel him rub the tip of his cock against your entrance "Soaking wet for me." You bury your face into the sheets as his length stretches your pussy.

"You want me to fuck you till you can't think straight, right?" You moan in response, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. A harsh slap to the ass makes you stop.

"Use your words, princess." Leo's voice almost had you cumming on the spot.

"Please fuck me, Leo." He easily picks you up by your hips, a smirk on his face.

"As you wish." With that he shoves your body down on his cock. Your back arching as his tip reaches your cervix. He uses your body like a fleshlight, refusing to move his hips at all. And you ate it right up, becoming a moaning, whining mess for your sweet boyfriend. He smiles to himself, knowing that he's the only one who could bring you such intense pleasure.

"I- I'm close..." You babble out, your clit throbbing for attention. "Cum for me, baby." He gives one last slap to your ass, finally thrusting into you. He repeatedly hits that spongy spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back, releasing on his cock.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet, princess." He whispers in your ear, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock as he continues to thrust into you.

Rapheal

Praise + Oral + Size difference

Raph thinks you look absolutely adorable trying to fit his cock into your mouth, barely being able to take more than the tip. You pull away from his cock, groaning in frustration.

"I can't do it." His hand runs down your back "It's okay, you're doing great." You give him a confused look.

"Did you just-" Your head is pushed down on his cock before you can finish. "Shh, baby. I'll take whatever you can give."

You glance up at him, doing your best to spread your tongue around his cock. He grins down at you, pushing you away from his length and easily picking you up.

"Do you know what that does to me? Watching you be adorable, trying to please me?" He says, nipping at your shoulder. You didn't even get a chance to respond before he rips your panties off.

"I'm gonna pound that cute ass of yours."

Donatello

Somnophilia + Masturbation + Creampie

Donnie felt terrible. His cock was hard and throbbing, and your ass was pressed right up against it. He remembers you telling him about your fantasies. Wanting to be woken up with a cock in you. But it still felt wrong to him. You looked so cute and peaceful and he didn't want to ruin that.

Donnie slowly pulls his pajama bottoms down, wrapping his hand around his cock. He felt bad jerking off right beside you, but he could feel the throbbing in his veins at this point. He groans into the pillow as you shift in your sleep, your plush ass rubbing against him.

He didn't know what came over him when he pulled down your panties, fitting his cock in between your thighs. Donnie made sure you were asleep before pushing his tip into your cunt. Stuffing his face into the pillow to muffle any noises he made. He was half way in before you awoke, looking at him groggily.

"Dee?" You question, Donnie pushing himself in farther. "I'm sorry, darling." He mumbles into your neck "I need this."

His deep thrust startles you, a small whimper escaping your lips. Donnie's hand covers your mouth, bullying your cervix from his size. "Just let me cum... that's all I need." He says, biting your shoulder. You close your eyes as you feel him cum, filling your womb completely.

"Thank you, darling. Thank you so much." He relaxes, leaving you full of his cum as you cuddle for the rest of the night.

Michelangelo

Piercings + Cunnilingus + Tongue fucking

"Fuck." You place your hand on his head, delicately pushing him down. A few weeks ago, your boyfriend allowed you to pierce his tongue. To you, it was worth the few days of whining from Mikey. Not only did he look hotter, but the pleasure he was giving you was amazing. The smooth stud on his tongue rubbed against your clit, his saliva coating your pussy. Mikey pulls away, leaving a trail of kisses up to your pelvis.

"You enjoying yourself, angelcake?" He asks, tilting his head. You roll your eyes, looking away from him "Pfft. What gave you that idea?" Mikey shrugs, going back to your soaking cunt. He kisses your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. You bite your finger as he prods at your entrance.

"Mikey-" You gasp, his tongue rubbing against your spongy walls. His eyes travel up your body to your face, watching you contort in pleasure. Your moans sound like music to him, your walls tightening around his tongue. He hits your G-spot, making you see stars. Your eyes roll back as you cum on his tongue. Mikey smiles, placing one last kiss on your clit.

"I love you so much, angelcake."

Star's notes -> Probably not my best work, but I've been busy with school/family stuff and have had a lack of motivation.

(Requests are open!)

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scholastic-dragon · 7 months

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Hello o' talented one! I beseech thee to answer my request. (Feel like I'm summoning the Eternal Dragon 🐉)

If it pleases you and fulfills you're requirements: the baybois unspoken crush suddenly smooching them after thinking the bois died in a mission. Separately, of course.

Thank youuuu

This was the fanciest request I've ever gotten

^ this is how I felt when I started writing this lmao

(Seperate)Bay!Turtles x Gn!reader

Home Safe

Tears streamed down your face, your leg bouncing, making your body shake. I'd been hours. He was supposed to be back hours ago.

You sat in his room, on his bed, hands holding your head, willing the thoughts to stop.

He was going to come home.

He will.

He had to.

He promised.

It was a simple mission, one they'd done with the police force dozens of times. Find the tagged target, pin and neutralize them, and beat the shit out of them so the cops could take them to the station.

But this gang was known to be violent. Without reason. Without mercy.

He'd hugged you goodbye, and now you wished you'd followed your gut and told him right then and there that you loved him.

Voices rang outside the door, your heart leap: it was several.

You stand, facing the door, heart pounding.

The door opens, and there he stands....

Leo:

You sob, rushing forward, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

"Hey, hey," He coos, wincing slightly. Dropping his sheathed katanas to the floor he wraps his large arms around you. "It's alright,"

"I thought you died," You whisper, voice thick. You look up at him, he's covered in dirt and mud, and splatters of blood but he's alive and in your arms.

"I'm alright, mission just went a little sideways is all-"

Reaching up you cup his cheeks and smash your lips to his. He yelps against you, only waiting a second before kissing back, his hands frozen around your back.

You pull away, standing on your tiptoes, you kiss the words on his lips. "I love you, I've loved you for years. I'm sorry I never told you. I wanted to but I was scared. But I'm not scared now. I want you in my life forever,"

Leo's blue eyes goes wide, a smile stretching across his face. "I love you too,"

One of his hands slips into your hair, pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

Raph:

He sighs heavily, holding his shoulder, dropping his weapons half hazardly to the floor.

His eyes find your shaking form, his own going wide. "Y/n?"

You sob, rushing forward. "You're alive!" You jump into his arms, and he catches you, as he always does.

You sob into his shoulder, the one he wasn't holding, thankful to feel his heart pounding against his chest.

"Coure I'm alive," He chuckles, his hand rubbing up and down your back. "Ya think some stupid lackies can take me down?"

You pull back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. More tears spill down your face, your hand cupping his face, your lips ghosting his.

"I thought I'd never see you again,"

"I'll never leave you,"

"Promise?"

"I promise, baby," He leans in, kissing you just as softly.

Donnie:

You're the first thing he notices.

"Y/n-" you both rush forward, leaping into each other's arms, your feet dangling off the ground.

"Donnie!" Tears spill down both of your faces, hands gripping and trying to find purchase around his shoulders.

With one hand Donnie unhooks his tools and weapons, the clatter to the floor, but he doesn't let you leave his arms.

"I didn't know if I'd ever see you again," You sob.

"I was too," He sighs. "There's something I have to tell you-"

You pull back, smashing your lips together. He wastes no time in kissing you back. Setting you down his hands tangle in your hair, titling your head up and back to meet his.

He pulls back for air, both your faces flushed.

"I love you," You both mumble at the same time, kissing again and again, long into the night.

Mikey:

"Anglecakes, what're you doing here?" His smile is tired, but his eyes shine seeing you.

"Ohmygod," You rush forward, his arms opening and pulling you tight to his chest.

"Ssshhhh, it's alright, anglecakes, I'm okay," His hands grab your thighs, hoisting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"I was so worried," You sob.

"Yeah....I was too," mikeys voice cracks, his shoulder shaking as he presses his head into your neck. "But I'm okay, we're all okay, and-"

"I love you,"

Mikey pulls back, blue eyes wide, staring into your own. "What?"

"I love you, I have since the moment I met you and I wanted to tell you early. I don't want to just be your friend Mikey, I want-"

"I love you too,"

You both chuckle quietly, smashing your lips together again.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @m1dnyt3-w0lf @happymoonangel @eveandtheturtles @strawberrycakeblog @miss-andromeda @sketchy-loo6195 @leosgirl82 @sharpwindow @mysticboombox

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tervaneula · 1 month

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u said leoichi drabble prompt request. consider. one injured and the other protecting them and then the injured one has to calm them down bc 'they're okay, really, promise, rest now'

OKAY SO this fused with a ghost of an idea I've had for a while and it ended up being a bit more serious than the prompt called for and a lot longer than just a drabble. (It's ~1120 words.) CW: blood and injury

Also I made a silly header thing I don't know what to do with, so I'm putting it here since this fic doesn't come with art of its own :'3

“Yui, I’m okay–”

The rabbit turns his head to look at him, furious.

“I heard your shell crack, Leonardo, and I'm not an idiot! Now stay down and let me handle this!”

He falls quiet for a moment before redirecting his glare towards their adversary and then adds a muted, “Please.”

There's no compromising with Yuichi in this state, apparently, and Leonardo stays right where he got crushed between metal claws and the concrete, splayed on the ground next to those very same claws which had gotten swiftly cut from the wrist for their transgressions.

He does roll onto his side to get his body weight off his shell, and yeah, alright, one or more of the old cracks that never healed properly must have split open again. It's tough to breathe and his back feels… His kimono is sticking to his shell and his back feels wet now that he's paying attention, and that. That is not good.

Just his luck to run into a massive mecha wreaking havoc on an otherwise lovely day, huh. He wasn't even supposed to be on patrol and thus is embarrassingly swordless.

Good thing that his date and their resident samurai always carries his.

The slider watches as Yuichi does quick work of the metal hunk's wiring behind its knees, his frighteningly sharp katana slicing through the cables like butter. The mech falls with a ground-shaking rumble, unable to rise again, arm flailing as it tries to catch the rabbit. It's no use, Yuichi is much smaller and faster – and as soon as he reaches the mech's head, it's already rolling. The construct immediately loses power and Yuichi wrenches the windowed hatch in its chest open. Turns out there's no pilot, just a program-operated dashboard, and he makes sure that none of the controls are functional after he's done with them.

Leonardo thinks he could watch Yuichi trash villains all day long, he's practically mesmerised by the strength hidden in that soft frame despite his shell throbbing unpleasantly in tandem with his heartbeat. He sighs, lovestruck.

As his final move, Yuichi thrusts his katana into the heart of the mecha and Leonardo sees a spray of ink-black oil splash all over Yuichi's face and the front of his kimono. It makes him laugh and he realises his mistake too late, his lungs struggling to draw breath again as he finally gets hit with the pain, his body trying to stop him from moving; from causing any more damage. Shit, shit, shit.

He had hoped he wouldn’t need to bother any of his brothers today since he was supposed to spend the whole day with Yuichi but he knows to pick his battles, now. He opens the comm link embedded in his prosthetic, contacting someone who he knows will pick up.

“Che~ello!” comes the cheerful answer in just a few seconds, and Leonardo can't help but smile.

“Mikeyyy, hermano, I'm in a bit of a pickle,” he wheezes, feeling the shift in his little brother's energy as soon as he hears the strain in his voice.

“Leo? Are you okay?”

“Not really, no,” Leonardo grunts. “Got into a scuffle with some big haywire robot– don’t worry, that’s taken care of. I suspect Donnie will want to scrap it for parts. Um. My shell’s– my shell’s cracked though.”

Leonardo can vividly imagine the colour draining from Michelangelo's face and it would be funny if he wasn't acutely aware of a broken shell coming with the very real possibility of his innards turning into outnards.

“I'm calling Draxy. Stay put, I'll get Lee to pick you up.”

“Right,” Leonardo sighs, the line going out just when Yuichi is finally done with the mech and rushing to his side, face haphazardly wiped from oil. His gaze is sharp as he kneels next to him, sweaty and out of breath, and Leonardo thinks he looks like a knight. Or maybe like a samurai of the old, in this case.

“There’s my hero,” he coos before Yuichi can get a word out and the rabbit’s brow furrows.

“Don’t start,” he snaps but his tone softens almost immediately, “I saw you calling someone. It’s bad, isn’t it? It… it looks really bad.”

“Yeeeah, this kimono is definitely ruined,” Leonardo laments, “unless you know how to, gh, get blood out of corduroy? No? Or the obi?”

Yuichi stares.

“A– a shame, really, I did like this one a lot–”

“Leonardo!” Yuichi interrupts him and grabs his bicep, looking two seconds away from crying. Leonardo frowns. He knows he’s getting a little delirious but he was sincerely trying his best to lift his mate’s mood.

“Leon, please, you’re rambling. Is someone coming? Can I do anything?”

“‘m not rambling,” Leonardo grumbles, hissing when he fills his lungs again. “Leo’s coming to get us, Draxy– Draxum will treat the shell. And no, better keep the obi in place until we get to the medbay.”

Yuichi’s shoulders slump and he sighs, most likely relieved that he’s not going to have to figure out how to deal with a cracked shell. Leonardo does not like the lingering worry in Yuichi’s gaze one bit, though, and he offers him a grin. It’s a little shaky but whatever.

“Heeey, bunbun. Listen. This is nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ll be fine.”

Yuichi gives him an honest-to-God kicked-puppy look and Leonardo thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life. He almost tells him so but Yuichi cups his cheek and his forced grin melts away into surprised silence.

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Yuichi murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. The slider’s eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hand to hold onto Yuichi’s wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I mean it. I should’ve been more careful.”

Yuichi huffs and leans away to gently bump their foreheads together.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Maybe, but ’m still sorry. Didn’t want to worry you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Yuichi says, exasperated. “You should know that at this point, I’ll always worry.”

Leonardo grins and this time it’s genuine. Breathing in his partner’s scent is like a balm to him, even if it’s tinged with the bitterness of motor oil, even if his body currently thinks that breathing is overrated. Even if he just got called an idiot by none other than said partner.

“Raincheck on the date?” he mumbles, and finally he gets a chuckle out of the rabbit. Yuichi straightens his back and flicks him on the nose.

“Like you even needed to ask. Idiot.”

Before Leonardo can express his displeasure of being called an idiot for a second time there’s the familiar electric hum of a portal opening behind him, and someone whistles.

“Sheesh, old man. That kimono is definitely ruined.”

#NOT PROOFREAD I had to stop myself because every time I tried to check this over I kept writing MORE and that's just not sustainable #sdfghhsfghjafsfd #anyway these peepaws gay #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #leoichi #peepaw leo #peepaw yuichi #other characters mentioned + a cameo from #rise leo #future leonardo #future leo #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #tervdraws #tervdrabbles

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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Leo is often shown to kind of be more skeptical than his brothers so I find it kind of funny that at least two members of the Hamato Clan are redeemed villains

Leo: Okay, anyone else think we shouldn’t follow a stranger we just met into who knows what-now?

Big Mama: Draxum? Whatever is a Draxum?

Leo: I’m sorry you’ve never heard of Baron Draxum?

It can be argued that Leo is often shown as more skeptical or arguably less trusting than his brothers which can be seen in the episode Bug Busters, & not only is Leo shown to be arguably more skeptical but when compared with the rest of his family he is also shown to be kind of less comfortable around villains.

Ghostbear: Peekaboo losers!

Mikey, Leo, April & Donnie: Ghost Bear!?

Raph: Oh! Love the new look! Oooh hey, can I get a quick selfie?

Mikey: There he is Todd, the brilliant chef and my personal hero

April: I just can’t quit you Warren Stone

Several villains that the Hamato Clan faces are people that they admire with Raph being a fan of Ghost Bear, Mikey being a fan of Meat Sweats & April being a fan of Warren Stone & they are shown to still be fans of them even when fighting against them.

Even when going against them, they still admire their skill’s & achievements. In contrast Leo is shown to be less comfortable or at least arguably less willing to help villains than the rest of his family.

Mikey: We haven’t found the armour and we can’t leave him to get eaten

Leo: Oh great, we get to save the guy who once repoed a birthday cake

When it comes to the villains that the Hamato Clan has faced Leo seems to have a harder time trusting or forgiving them as seen by the grudge that he holds against Draxum.

Leo: You threw me off a roof!

Mikey: Isn’t this nice? When’s the last time we all got together like this huh?

Leo: The time Draxum dropped me off a building?

Narrator: Red eared slider’s are peaceful & mostly harmless turtles but they can also be very territorial so don’t mess with their home or they might send you home

Red eared sliders are said to be territorial turtles so Leo’s skepticism or hesitancy to trust villains or former villains could stem from his protective nature of trying to keep his family safe from people who have previously proven themselves a possible threat. Which is why Leo has kind of shown reluctance or even confusion over working with former villains.

Raph: Dad!

Mikey: Draxum!

Donnie: April!

Leo: Foot Recruit?

Which makes the fact that two former villains ended up joining the Hamato Clan kind of funny since even with his skeptical nature, Leo still has to deal with his family adopting former enemies.

If you also take into account that the Rise crew have hinted that Big Mama’s Assistant is one of the Turtle’s missing siblings, if Rise had continued then Leo would have possibly had to deal with a third former villain joining his family.

It kind of feels like Leo is trying to protect his family by being the skeptical one & hesitant to trust anyone who has been shown to be willing to hurt his family & meanwhile his family keep on bringing former villains home.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

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konnosaurus · 1 year

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so uh... may have got a little invested haha

@amevello-blue ‘s Ghost is one of my favourite things at the moment and I wanted to let his kids show him some affection. They are too fashionable to let him walk around without Fashion. Leo and Mikey made the hoodie, Donnie and Raph hunted down the trousers (strawberries because they are obviously his favourite he said so no way he’d tell a lie) and the wonderful slippers (truly wonderful).

This was so fun to do :3 Leo’s overthinking panel was probably my favourite part to draw (his little face at the bottom of that one had me giggling) but WHY IS LEO SO HARD TO DO AAAH!!

Anyways, big thanks to @amevello-blue for creating such a cool little concept (it has taken over my brain~)!!

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Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well Idk if you are open for request, if not you can ignore this one :)

I’d like to ask for a rottmnt x reader hc with a reader does kisses the back of the boys hand a lot, like those gentlemen-y acts but as a sign of thank you, appreciation, courting as well… maybe reader and the boys have mutual crushes and that’s their way of showing affection / desire to kissing them before actually being more courageous into asking to kissing them? Lol hope that makes e sense

Hope you have a good day

This seems absolutely adorable omg yes

Requests are open! Send an ask if interested :>

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Raph

When you kiss the back of Raphs hand saying goodbye it first catches him off guard

He finds it endearingly silly how you take his large hand in yours to do so, the contrast adorable in his eyes

After the next few times it flusters him, feeling your soft skin on his rough hands from all his years of fighting. He starts looking away to try and hide his wobbly smile.

You get more courageous and start doing it for any little greeting, like seeing him just when entering a room, even if you already saw him when you first got to the lair.

He becomes rather forgetful, needing to refocus on what he had been doing.

He finds himself often looking at his hands where you most recently kissed him, swearing that he could feel the ghost of your lips on his skin and feeling giddy.

One night when leaving you kissed his hand as usual, but you lingered, purposely looking up at him. He glanced at you since you were taking longer and finally it clicked for him.

The next time you're over, before you could reach for his hand he's picked you up in one arm, still offering his free hand to you. You giggle and kiss the back of his hand, and afterwards he kisses your lips, his fingers lacing through your hair.

Leo

The first time you kiss him across the knuckles he freezes for a moment and then asks, "uh, why so formal?"

Your reply of 'just cause' has him over thinking it until the next time you come over, though it still doesn't click

The second time, he takes your hand and does it back, never one to be outdone on grandeur, and he always greets you the same since then

Each time he tries to come up with a different greeting to say. "Hola mi estrella," "ciao, bello/bella," "hi there, hot stuff!"

Even if your usual reaction is to just laugh at him, he still loves getting any reaction out of you.

All his attempts to fluster you seem like they never even phase you, while when you kiss his hand he's fighting off a wobbly smile.

With this dance going on for so long, finally you meet his greeting with, "surprised you haven't gotten the hint and just kissed me already."

He can't save himself this time and actually sputters, which has you laughing at him again. He huffs and pulls you into a dip, saying "you literally asked for it," before kissing you.

Donnie

The first time you kiss his hand he is flabbergasted. Jaw dropped, almost looking disgusted but really he's just confused. You go to apologize and he shakes his head, stuttering out, "ah, um, it's fine."

The second time you're slower with it so he can pull away if he wants, and he doesn't, so you go through with kissing his knuckles and are only a little surprised when he does the same.

Is he doing it as a part of masking? Is he doing it to hide his blushing face? Is he doing it in an attempt to return politeness? Perhaps an amalgamation of all this and more.

He is in his lab corkboard and red stringing about these incidents now every time after you kiss his hand, trying to math out every little detail and why the sudden change.

Both of you are pining oblivious shy idiots honestly- reading social cues is already hard enough but with the two of you fumbling no one is getting anywhere any time soon.

Thankfully, or maybe not so, Mikey and Leo make a plan and bring Donnies theory board out into the lair on a night you're visiting.

Donnie is plotting murder while you're stuck not knowing how to react because it's just so romantic that he was trying so hard to figure it out.

You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles again, only to reach out with your other palm and place it on his cheek as you kiss him. His murderous intentions get put on the back burner.

Mikey

He's curious first but uncharacteristically he freezes stock still when your lips meet his skin. After you wave goodbye he's melting, almost falling to the floor.

The second time you do it you're greeted with a large smile, and Mikey asks giddily, "are you gonna be doing that every time now?" You answer yes.

He's looking smug as he holds out his hand for you ahead of time now, which always makes you laugh, which always makes him smile wider.

He's dancing around the lair. His brothers are rolling their eyes. He's like a teen girl losing their mind over a boy band just from your goodbyes.

On day he asks if he can have another. "Hmm, I don't know 'angelo, what's in it for me?" He plays along and offers a kiss to your knuckles in return. You take this deal, and he knows he's won with how much you blush.

He does this a few more times, just to absolutely 100 percent make sure and totally not just because he likes seeing you blush. It's the same song and dance prior every time, too.

The next time he's smiling so wide you know he's planning something. When he asks for another, you open your mouth with a similar protest to before, and he cuts you off. "I know, I know, a kiss for a kiss. I want both of mine first, though."

You raise an eyebrow, but shrug, taking both his hands to kiss the tops of each. After this he takes one of your hands in his, but the other is under your chin, and he kisses your lips.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #raph x reader #leo x reader #donnie x reader #mikey x reader #headcanon #spoopywriting

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eddies-house · 6 months

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Chapter Ten - A Chemistry Lesson

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Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

You Are In Love - T.S.

A/N: so i decided to split the chapter up, I started moving into another scene and it only felt right to give it it's own chapter as it opens up the night. i hope you guys love this chapter as much as i love this chapter <3

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“Dustin Henderson!” The younger boy shoves past both of them confidently, his hand shaking yours impressively.

“We have heard so much–” Robin begins though she’s cut off by Steve lightly smacking a hand against her stomach.

Frozen. You’re frozen in time, an influx of information and new faces rendering you a speechless idiot. Each one stares expectantly, awaiting some kind of a response, more than likely drawing their own conclusions about your silence and lack of communication. They were going to be so disappointed in your shyness should they even have the patience to wait around.

Before you can humiliate yourself, Steve saves the day as an offended Robin glares at him, rubbing her stomach rather dramatically. “Donnie.” He states, only creating further confusion. Several people stood before you and Donnie was not one of them, you were now struggling to keep up with the current interaction at the mention of her. Overstimulated. You were definitely overstimulated. You can’t even imagine the dumb face you were sporting, the silence too loud as you struggled clinging onto words. Any words in the English language at all at this point.

“Donnie has told us all about you.” Steve elaborates finally. “All good things, I promise!” He chuckles, seemingly attempting to ease your anxieties that had made themselves evident in your wide eyes and worried forehead creases.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, yeah! And she’s told us all about how you’re Eddie’s new babysitter.” Robin chimes in again, earning a pointed look from Steve.

Eddie’s reaction is lost on you, his existence temporarily vanishing as you take in the current conversation. The idea of being perceived was one thing, it was entirely another to be perceived by four strangers who had apparently already been made aware of your existence.

“What she means is that we’ve heard you’ve been a good friend.” Nancy softly smiles.

Friend.

You didn’t quite know why but the word felt insulting. Not on any account of Nancy’s, there was no malice detected in her tone though you were still intimidated by her and figured with her being the prettiest girl in the room, she must at least be on Eddie’s radar. The word ‘friend’ was starting to feel vulgar the more it played over in your head.

“Yeah, ‘friend’.” Dustin uses air quotes, a wild grin on his youthful face.

At this, Steve delivers a harsh smack to the boy’s abdomen, more aggressive than he had done to Robin seconds ago.

“Henderson.” Eddie reprimands.

His voice lures you in despite your inner protests, your gaze traveling over each unique face until it settles on his. That familiar distress showcases itself in the form of a frown; there was no telling what reaction you had expected of him but something about it makes your heart drop, your stomach feeling as if it was free falling in the worst way possible. Were you really that repulsive?

It was obvious Dustin had only been joking but the disgust on Eddie’s face only forced your tear ducts to strain, your eyes becoming glassy in seconds. It was a long shot, thinking that there could be any semblance of interest on Eddie’s part and you suppose you should be to blame for your hurt feelings. He owed you nothing and here you were mourning over something that never was, all because he had let you see a piece of the inner workings of his mind. It didn’t warrant a one way ticket into his heart.

“What!?” Dustin shrugs, unbothered.

Robin steps forward, an apologetic smile gracing her features as she addresses you. “I promise we’re not all gigantic dinguses.”

A flood of complaints spills from Dustin and Steve, Nancy only rolling her eyes at the interaction before taking the initiative in pursuing the conversation with you as the others bicker, Eddie only spectating the whole scene playing out in front of him.

“Dustin doesn’t always know when to keep quiet.” She giggles, subtly pulling you to the side, her hand gentle as it rests on your forearm. It almost repulses you, although your logic kicks in and pieces together that this woman has never done anything to elicit such a response from you. “But he always means well.”

The heat was dying down, the unsolicited jealousy now tame within the confines of your body, not totally gone but no longer raging just beneath the surface. If it were up to you you’d ball up the lingering feeling and burn it, if it were only so easy.

“Are they brothers?” You ask, recalling that night you drove him home. He only spoke of his uncle, Wayne. He did also mention Dustin but never insinuated that they were related. Based on the way they were interacting, you’d assume they were brothers in some sense of the word.

“Where’s your family?” Eddie suddenly mumbles, eyes still glued to the scenery outside.

The question is out of the blue and the last thing you would expect from him. Although he had taken somewhat of a liking to you, he’d never taken an interest in something so personal. And you offered him that same respect.

“What?” You ask, sneaking a glance at him, your hands squeezing the wheel.

His focus shifts from the window to you, his body turning inward as he leans his cheek against the headrest, waiting for your response. The way his lips pucker from his cheek squishing against the seat only makes your heart clench. His large awaiting eyes reflect the moon and you find it hard to change the subject when they appear so patient and attentive.

“Um, well, they’re back in…back home.” You answer simply.

“Where’s that?”

He looked the most inquisitive you’d seen him, body turned toward you, his attention not once wavering. Instead of the usual knit brows he often wore, his features remained softer and full of wonder. Lips parted and eyes twinkling, who were you to deny his efforts? Even if he was slightly under the influence. Worst case scenario, he doesn’t remember this conversation.

“California.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t know what kind of response you were expecting but for some reason, the one word was a bit too vague, self consciousness kicking in.

“What about yours?” You shift the spotlight over to him.

From what you can tell as you keep your focus on the road, his gaze drops while he collects his thoughts, his breathing going shaky for just a second before he regains his composure. A hum deep in his throat notifies you that he’s ready to begin speaking again.

“Uh, don’t really have one. Never really have. Or, uh, I just don’t remember them? Other than my uncle, Wayne. He’s back…” Eddie hesitates. “He’s in Indiana.”

Nancy’s gaze follows yours, locking in on the two boys catching up. “Dustin and Eddie?” Her puzzled expression already grants you your answer, though she continues. “No, no they’re not related. You’d think they are, with all the fantasy stuff they talk about and what not.”

“Fantasy stuff?”

“Dungeons and Dragons.” Her perfectly plucked brows raise. “My brother used to have me play with them, thank god Eddie stepped into the picture.” She mutters.

“Eddie did mention Dungeons and Dragons.” You nod.

“And Dustin’s little drawing.”

“And the drawing?”

Your grin along with Nancy as you simultaneously speak, a few giggles filling the air between you.

“So your brother is…Dustin?”

Amidst the calm conversation, Steve and Robin are cheering a few feet away, both of their arms now slung around Eddie. It wasn’t clear what they were celebrating and it even seemed that they were just trying to embarrass him in that true friend fashion. It was sweet, how much they cared about him, the lengths they went just to surprise him.

Nancy gracefully shakes her head, brunette curls bouncing with the movement and freckled nose scrunching playfully. “No, no. Dustin is one of my brother’s best friends. Mike is my brother, he’s back at home in–” Before she can reveal where ‘home’ was, her bright blue eyes widen. “Back in Indiana.” She corrects herself.

“I think Eddie’s mentioned Mike a few times.” You recall the conversation, how he took Mike and Dustin under his wing in highschool. “He couldn’t come?”

“He’s studying for midterms.” She shakes her head. “He really wanted to come but…you know between his girlfriend in California and college it’s just all…a lot.” Her eyes are kind, probably the kindest you’d ever come across.

“I’d love to meet him one day.” You smile, only hoping that you were reciprocating the same compassion she was radiating. “And Max, and Lucas, and Wayne…”

Nancy’s eyes seem to brighten, ears perking up at the names. “He told you about everyone?” She asks softly, her baby pink lips upturning slightly.

You nod. Another eruption of laughter and shouting forces your attention toward the rest of the group, a proud grin displayed on Dustin’s face only hinting that he had just made a joke that even had Eddie hunched over in laughter, Steve’s arm still draped over his shoulder with his head thrown back.

“That is not funny.” Robin pouts, arms crossed.

“I think it’s pretty funny.” Steve smirks.

Nancy politely excuses herself from your one-on-one conversation, joining Robin’s side. “What’s not funny?”

“When Robin swallowed an egg whole–”

“It’s not funny!” Robin continues to protest. “I almost died!”

This only makes the boys cackle more, pulling an eye roll from Nancy.

“C’mon Nance.” Dustin grins.

“Yeah, c’mon Nance.” Eddie chimes in.

Nance.

Why did it rub you the wrong way when he said it? You assessed Nancy’s body language and nothing conveyed to you that she had any interest in him, however your mind continued it’s unruly torture. Even so, Eddie had made it clear what he thought of you, that you were ‘too busy dry humping’ Jett and that even though that couldn’t be further from the truth, he would still lose respect for you.

Heat burrowed deep in your belly once again, the kind that wasn’t yet uncontrollable but should anyone add fuel to the fire would result in your own self destruction. All because Eddie had to go and cause a scene. All because he had a temper that never rested even when it appeared dormant.

“I-um, I’m gonna go get the drinks–what did–what did everyone want?” You manage to pitifully scramble the sentence together and eventually get your point across.

“Stevie!” Donnie interrupts, crushing the poor guy in a tight hug. It makes you question her disgust for physical touch.

Steve doesn’t seem to mind, a twitch of his eye only projecting a smidge of discomfort but other than that he contently hugs her back. They begin catching up, everyone completely ignoring your request for their drink orders. It’s not their fault you were so invisible, it was just your nature, you were always meant to be put on the backburner until further notice but for some reason it causes an extra deep pang in your chest this time. Especially since Eddie had completely disregarded you as he jumped into the conversation.

With the tiniest huff, you quietly step away to make yourself useful behind the bar. A pair of blue eyes follows you, considerate blue eyes that you attempt to ignore. If you looked carefully enough, you’d see that pair of ocean blue eyes making connections between yourself and a certain brown eyed man. You were in no mood to act as a detective though.

–

It was irresponsible.

Your track record so far was evidence enough.

But as you stared down the bottle of tequila sat in front of you, howls of laughter and echoes of inside jokes entering your ears even from the other side of the bar, it seemed like more and more of a good idea. Or like the only idea.

You could have one shot, just to relax the nerves, make you more approachable. No one would notice. You could come off as the friendly stranger in the background instead of the miserable mouse in the corner. It was for your benefit. Your thoughts would become less intense, your bitterness would melt away. Eddie would temporarily become the dream boat he had previously been in your eyes rather than a mouthy douchebag, your hazy mind would erase his wrong doings if only for a few hours.

You hope.

Or maybe you’d open your eyes and see what Eddie was seeing, had you really shown any interest in Jett at all? Maybe a shot would be enough to introduce you to the narrative. Maybe you should let loose and throw yourself at Jett for the fuck of it. Bad decisions were starting to sound more appealing the harder you stared at the bottle of liquid courage. Until your careful thought process was interrupted.

“We doin’ shots?”

The deep but soothing voice catches you off guard, calm brown eyes and concerned brows gaining all of your attention. They weren’t the brown eyes you secretly hoped for, even if they were the most infuriating sight you could possibly be faced with at the moment. No, they were a lighter hue, the overhead light casting golden flecks within the irises that regarded you with genuine interest, his lips pressed together tightly as he awaits your answer. In his hand he holds what looks to be a scotch on the rocks though it could also be whiskey, you were no expert quite yet.

“Uh…no. I dunno. Maybe?” You squint your eyes painfully. “Forget I said that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.” Steve takes a seat at one of the vacant stools directly across from you. “But…” He clicks his tongue. “If you are going to, count me in.” He smiles charmingly, finishing off his drink.

“I…” You’re about to take the sensible route, you’re so close to making the right decision. Then again, bad decisions were far more tempting. Especially with the help of an unaware acquaintance. “Okay.” You sigh, offering him a friendly grin.

Without further consideration, you pop the bottle cap off, pulling out two sparkling shot glasses and setting them on the counter confidently. At least you didn’t have to drink alone.

“Munson giving you a hard time?” Steve suddenly inquires. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head which you assume is why he elaborates. “I know he’s kind of intense. The first year he moved out here he was…he was so fuckin’ unhappy y’know? And I know what you’re thinkin’: Why is this guy, Steve, who I just met, going on about Munson?” He begins to ramble.

Slowly, you start to pour the foul smelling alcohol into one of the glasses as you listen intently. A few drops trickle down the side but it goes ignored as you watch Steve’s every move. He toys with the glass he’d just finished off, spinning it over and over again in circles atop the bar, a ring of condensation following.

“Don’t–fuck how do I say this?” He pushes a weft of voluminous hair back. “Don’t give up on him.” Steve practically pleads.

You stop pouring the tequila, pausing to chew on your lip and look at him in confusion, which encourages him to continue.

“Look, Donnie was talking about how–how you’ve been really good for him. And I don’t know–I just–I could sense that…you were mad at each other–you and Eddie, I mean.”

He takes your silence as a means to further explain and god, he could feel a migraine coming on just by the way he was stirring things up but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Not when Donnie had been so adamant about Eddie being in such good spirits since you showed up only to come face to face with an almost seething Eddie, and Donnie wordlessly conveying to him that something was wrong.

“The point is, I know that he’s an asshole, okay? Whatever he did, I’m sure he deserves a slap to the face. Just–don’t give up on him.”

Steve’s words sink in. You aren’t sure what has been said but it’s apparent that the tension between you and Eddie tonight was obvious among his friends. You ponder his request–to not give up on Eddie as you fill the second shot glass and slide it across the counter. If anything, Eddie had given up on you by accusing you of messing around with Jett. It was insulting and humiliating. Dehumanizing.

“I think he’s the one who gave up on me.” You admit, tossing the shot back with teary eyes.

The sting spreads down your throat, the potent smell filling your nostrils as you slam the glass down. Your eyes are glassy though you only hope Steve can gather that it's just from the alcohol and not the idea of Eddie essentially throwing whatever you had in the garbage combined with the burn of tequila.

As if caught off guard, Steve quickly throws his shot back, apparently an expert as he doesn’t flinch, only widens his eyes as he slams the glass down as you had. He exhales heavily, nodding, thinking to himself. You await more wise words, more advice that he had no business giving although you appreciate the sentiment anyway.

“What are you doing?”

The world feels distant and not because of the alcohol. Your blood runs hot, most definitely because of the alcohol. The question is asked with such outrage that it almost has you shaking. Getting caught was more embarrassing than any outcome you could’ve imagined though you didn’t even try to hide the evidence, didn’t even go as far as to take shots in the back. Did you subconsciously want Eddie to catch you?

“Nothing.” You mutter, quickly capping the bottle and setting it on its designated shelf.

“I just saw you.” Eddie grits, hands splayed out on top of the bar, his arms spread out as he attempts to keep quiet so as not to interrupt the customers scattered throughout the bar.

Eddie’s glare burns a hole into you and maybe it’s because of Steve’s sudden advice, the fact that he felt the need to stick up for Eddie even when he didn’t know the whole situation, but you refuse to give in. He holds a fire in his eyes that you hastily reject as you begin cleaning out the shot glasses. It was your goal to come off as unbothered but you fear you’re coming off more as guilty. Like a dog that had been caught chewing up the family couch.

“It was my fault.” Steve chimes in nonchalantly.

Eddie glances over, brows knit together in irritation. “Your fault?”

“Yeah, we were getting acquainted. I insisted, it was–”

“Steve had nothing to do with it.” You fess up.

Eddie’s face reveals a whole other level of rage, his eyes nearly glazing over with black. You fucked up. That much you could admit to yourself. Steve appears to be panicked, his gaze glued to the bar top, his hands gripping the edge, nails threatening to dig into the wood.

“Meet me in the back.” Eddie demands, pushing himself off of the bar.

Terrified doesn’t even begin to explain the list of feelings coursing through you. You’d never seen him as angry as he was tonight. You were drinking on the job, something that in a small town usually isn’t a big deal but with all of the tension hanging in the air, you could only assume it would add to his irritation. It would only give him more ammo against you.

Steve offers you an apologetic stare, clearly also taken back by Eddie’s irate mood. And then, he half nods as if to wish you good luck before standing and making his way back to the rest of the group. As you timidly step out from the bar and round the corner, you catch Nancy’s sapphire eyes before they disappear, your legs carrying you into the narrow hallway where the office was located. Except Eddie wasn’t in there and you could only conclude that he was outside. ‘Meet me in the back’ meant ‘meet me outside’. Which could only mean he was about to unleash hell on you if he needed to completely remove you from the building in order to reprimand you.

You don’t let yourself prepare, you need to face him without any thoughts clouding your judgment, only further shoving you into the hole you dug yourself. With a push to the metal door, you’re met with an aching cold, the kind that stings the surface of any exposed skin. Immediately your cheeks burn, a few snowflakes landing delicately among your eyelashes. You should have grabbed your jacket.

Leaning against the hay bales stacked like a Tetris game, is Eddie. A cigarette hangs from his lips while he struggles to keep the flame on his lighter alive, the wind fighting his every attempt. He grunts in annoyance, his head tilting toward the sky as if to personally ask it ‘why?’. Already, his cheeks and nose are tinted pink, borderline red. You contemplate asking if you could talk inside but you quickly bite your tongue, you didn’t want to be the one to initiate the conversation.

“What’s your problem?” He asks simply. As if he were asking for the weather forecast. It’s insulting, quite frankly.

“My problem?”

Suddenly the fear that had consumed you seconds ago dissipates, no longer plaguing you and being replaced with a wrath you’re convinced no one else on the planet could pull from you. Even worse, he refuses to look at you, keeping his stare on the cloudy evening sky.

“Are you trying to get fired? ‘Cause I should fire you right–”

“Oh yeah, go ahead. Fire me.”

He’s quiet, attempting to light his cigarette once again. This time he succeeds, the stick catching the flame as he inhales and tucks his lighter into his back pocket. You begin to question if he even cares about the cold until you see the goosebumps pricking across his arms.

“I should.” He mumbles, taking another drag.

“Great! I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You reply, sarcasm dripping from each syllable as you rub up and down your exposed arms. It didn’t help that you decided to wear a skirt and tights tonight either.

Without time to process, he takes a large step toward you, his breath hot as it fans across your face. A sense of softness flashes in his eyes before they return to the fiery nature they previously exhibited. His cigarette idles in his hand at his side, his jaw clenched and visibly tensing before he scowls.

“Same page?” He bites. “The same page.” His free hand rubs along his jaw in thought. “Okay, if we’re on the same page then explain to me why you’re doing shots with Harrington? If we’re on the same page then we must be reading completely different languages because you started this.”

You scoff, his statement on replay in your ears. Each time it plays again you find yourself even more enraged. “I did?” You’re smiling but there’s not an ounce of happiness in your features or your tone.

Eddie backs away, the heat from his breath is missed, no matter how mad you are and no matter how strongly it smelled of smoke. He paces, turning around before coming full circle and facing you again, another deep drag from his cigarette indicating that he’s stressed. Then he nods, bangs falling into his eyes as he does.

“You did. You just–you start ignoring me, start acting like I’m not even a person?” He points the cigarette at you and you’re starting to believe that in the midst of his rage, he’s completely forgotten about the cold whereas it was the only thing you could focus on. Regardless, you fight through it, even if your teeth chatter.

“And, and–hold on.” He shakes his head, curls following his movement as he rushes inside.

Great.

He left you out in the cold, literally.

You weren’t going to wait, his disrespect wasn’t going to keep prodding at you, not if you had anything to say about it. He didn’t get to storm off and leave you outside in the freezing cold, even if you did do something you weren’t proud of. He was probably going to wait and see how long you would hold out, how long you would sit in the cold before inevitably running in and looking for him, how stupid you would look–

The door squeaks open again, smacking against the wall as Eddie comes racing out, leather jacket in hand. Well, if he was allowed to grab his jacket then so were you. His cigarette hangs from his bottom lip as he begins muttering around it.

“You started treating me like I didn’t exist, I don’t know how normal people react to that but–” He adjusts the jacket, flattening out the material before draping it over your shoulders, encouraging you to put your arms in the sleeves. “I assume any normal person would be fuckin’ pissed so I guess I’m not–I’m just not understanding.” He says a bit harshly.

You don’t react, frozen as he waits for you to put your arm in the sleeve. While he’s still visibly aggravated, his eyes also communicate something else to you. The deeper you look into them, the more his pupils dilate, a nervous gulp noticeable as he awaits your reply.

“C’mon, you’re freezing.” He whispers, a large contrast to his previous tone. It’s warmer, it’s familiar, it’s like home.

“What about you?” You mumble, staring dumbly into his big brown eyes, his lashes heavy against his cheeks, unlike how they were seconds ago when he was wild-eyed and riled up. He was still riled up, that was for sure but now…now it was diluted with something else.

“Don’t worry about me, Bambi.” The term of endearment slips from his tongue effortlessly. Like it was meant to fall from his lips directly into your ears. Like it was meant for you and only for you, always.

With parted lips, you can see your breath escape into the night. You know he can hear your labored breathing and you should be embarrassed but you can’t find it in yourself to care when his gaze softens, the sturdy exterior he had built up again crumbling just as it had that one night.

“I do worry.”

It falls from your lips quicker than you can contain it. You shouldn’t be offering him such compassion, not when he was so okay with insulting you hours earlier. But pools of melted chocolate never left you any other choice but to get lost in them. He moves in closer, ever so slightly, only enough that you feel the familiar warmth of his breath on your cheek, so that you can still make out his whole face.

“Don’t.” He says breathily.

“Why?”

He only shrugs, his focus trailing down your face, reaching every inch. It makes you want to shy away but you can’t, not when he looks so sincere.

“‘M sorry.” He whispers, reaching up to brush a rogue strand of hair from your face.

Your instinct is to ask ‘for what?’, but you know better. You don’t need to play dumb, both of you are aware of his nasty words and your tendency to take things to a level they should have never gotten to. You’re both to blame. But you don’t need to pretend to not know what he’s apologizing for. There’s no pretending with him. So you can only hope that he’ll see through to the deeper meaning of your initial question.

“For what?”

For what? Would he say that he’s only sorry he hired you in the first place? Or that he’s sorry he ever met you. Would he understand your words and be in tune enough to decipher them?

“Everything.” He whispers.

It’s quiet, almost eerily but not. No, it’s too peaceful to be eerie. The first snowflakes of the season are still falling and you’re standing outside the bar with Eddie Munson, a man who was so stubborn he seemed almost impossible. Almost, but not. Never for you.

“Everything.” You repeat. And he knows he owes you more.

“Everything.” He swallows the lump in his throat that was preventing him from saying the necessary words. It goes down smoother than he expects. “Every second I was ever an asshole to you. Especially my stupid ass comment about Jett. I-I was mad and I took it out on you. I tend to do that pretty often don’t I?” He laughs humorlessly. “I don’t think less of you if you’re actually…y’know.” He gestures vaguely.

“What?” You ask, genuine confusion taking over your features.

For a moment, his eyes shift back and forth, as if to beg you not to make him say it.

“With Jett.” He mumbles, gaze now avoiding you.

“With Jett.” You repeat in disbelief. “I have done nothing to suggest we are at all together.” You scoff.

“I know.” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, as if he’s bracing for more choice words from you. They don’t come. “I know. I just, he got in my head and–”

“Got in your head?”

“It was nothing, he got in my head and got all, I dunno protective? If that’s even the word. He just seemed jealous, okay?” Eddie explains. “I know that’s not an excuse for what I said. I’m really sorry for saying you dry hump–”

“Don’t ever use the word dry hump and Jett in a sentence where you’re referring to me again.” You laugh. This time humor floods through you. His whole demeanor relaxes, shoulders less tense. “It’s happened one too many times.” You cringe jokingly.

“Okay, that’s fair.” He smiles, that boyish grin returning to his face. The one you hadn’t seen in days, the one you missed every time, the second he directed it toward you the first time. His dimples deep, eyes shy, he still lingers close to your face, neither of you protesting the invasion of each other’s space. “Now put your arms in the sleeves.” He demands, tugging on the collar of his jacket still laying over your shoulders. “Please.” His face only inches closer to yours as he convinces you to shove your arms into his jacket.

“We’re about to go inside, I won’t need it.” You argue, crossing your arms in front of you, a hip jutting out with sass.

“Oh okay, we’re back to this then?” He smirks, finger grazing the button at the lapel of his jacket, almost scorching the skin of your neck.

That familiar spark ignites in his eyes, the fire that showcased so much unexplored emotion, so many uncharted territories within the man before you. You wanted to explore them all, you wanted to hold his hand and trek across each foreign feeling. You wanted to bathe in the sparks and light yourself on fire to speed up the process. You didn’t just want to burn for him, you wanted to burn with him. Your soul was drawn to him, you wanted to melt into him, melt into his touch, even if it was just his fingertip. You’d take what you could get. And you were really convinced that he wanted the same things solely based on the way he was looking at you with heavy eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m not done addressing my grievances with you.” You joke.

At this, he lights up even more, his entire face exhibiting pure fondness. His lips are so perfectly pink, a little chapped, but the sweetest pink you’d ever seen. They were pillowy and plush and as he licked them you blinked, falling out of your trance. Then, his hands travel down the zipper of his jacket, only touching the worn material and not at all forcing his touch upon you though he longs to feel your warmth.

Instead, he pulls you forward by gripping each side of the jacket, leaving you no choice but to come flush with his chest. You welcome the heat, the sudden warmth that engulfs you like a cozy blanket calms your chattering teeth.

“Yeah?” He whispers, nose nearly bumping against yours. You wish it would.

“Yeah.”

Your lashes just barely flutter against his cheek, only teasing him of what he actually desires, and you don’t even know it. He’s glancing between your eyes and your lips and your internal reaction is to scream at him to just do it. But is that even what he’s hinting at doing? Maybe there was something on your face. You weren’t going to assume his intentions and make yourself out to be a fool.

He hums in response, his hands still tightly clutching the jacket, the damn jacket that you were now wishing he never put on you just so you could feel his skin, the heat of his hands against your arms. The ache was becoming too apparent in your chest, you needed him and there was no way to express it. You couldn’t.

He smells of tobacco and a hint of pine. Even a tiny bit of spice from some kind of cologne you’d grown used to smelling on him. There’s a waft of beer falling from his breath as well, not too obvious, but obvious enough that you can gather that he had at least had a beer before work or during his break.

“Do me a favor?” He asks. And in that moment, you would do anything.

“Mm?”

A quick finger pokes your nose playfully. “No more tequila.”

You can only laugh along with him, almost burying your head in his chest but refraining as you enter your body again. This was not a daydream and he was not someone to call yours. Fooling yourself was only going to get you hurt.

“I’m serious, it fucking stinks.” He scrunches up his face in mock disgust, plugging his nose, you giggling along with his antics.

With that, he pulls away, leaving you feeling frigid, already missing his presence even if he was still right in front of you. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go ahead of him. The atmosphere had been flipped upside down, all hostility left outside in the cold to be swept away in a snowstorm.

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“And then Eddie fucking jumps off his roof!”

The bar fills with laughter, unfiltered, stomach grabbing laughter of five friends and yourself. The regular customers had long gone and paid their tabs, leaving the bar empty and the possibilities endless as everyone shared treasured stories over beers and drinks. Steve appears to be pleased with himself as the laughter carries on for over a minute. The image of Eddie drunk and jumping off of his roof as a means to prove he can ‘fly’ only to face plant into the ground and be driven to the ER was somehow the best entertainment you’d been faced with in a while.

It was mentioned that he didn’t get injured too badly and only required a few stitches above his eyebrow where you could now seek out a scar and remember this night. The night Eddie’s friends accepted you into their circle. Even if only for the night.

“Well what about when you got a lampshade stuck on your head.” Eddie points at Steve with his beer bottle.

Steve only offers a disapproving expression as the giggles erupt once again. Robin sits to your right while Nancy sits to your left. The pair had immediately taken a liking to you and moved chairs just so you could sit between them. It felt nice, you felt welcome. You had no worries and nowhere to be. And for once that made you feel alive rather than anxious.

“Okay, but can we talk about you babysitting Eddie on Halloween?” Nancy attempts to hold in her laughter. She had said it quietly but not quietly enough as Eddie deadpans her.

Robin lets out a shriek of laughter, clearly intoxicated. You can only grin at everyone’s reaction. Steve and Dustin had gotten into some kind of a ridiculous argument and throughout the night, you noticed it was a regular occurance. They paid no mind to embarrassing Eddie further but Nancy had no issue with it even if she wasn’t outright talking to the whole group in the first place and only you and Robin.

“What, Munson? You got plastered and she had to save the day.” Nancy giggles. She had obviously been a little wine drunk, a tiny bit tipsy.

“Yes, it’s very funny.” He says monotone. “Can we find a new joke now?” He asks, rolling his eyes although you know he’s only playing around, his lips threatening to pull themselves into a smile.

“It’s okay to get white girl wasted every once in a while.” You banter.

“Oh, it is?” Eddie raises a brow. “It’s okay to puke all over me after getting white girl wasted? Off of my tequila?”

The table erupts in a series of ‘oh’s’. You could take offense. But it was so much more fun to mess with him.

“I’m not the one who got puked on at least.” You shrug, unbothered.

The table gets loud again, siding in your favor based on their volume.

“Yeah?” He asks. As if you two were suddenly the only people in the bar. As if his friends had disappeared. As if you were back outside behind the bar just a few hours ago.

“Yeah.” You answer, a certain softness in your tone that only he could understand.

Nancy’s gaze flits in between you, mischief crossing her features for a brief second, you swear you see it. But nothing comes of it as she turns her attention to the argument that Dustin and Steve had started up again. Robin chimes in every now and then, hiccuping dramatically. You and Eddie, though a little buzzed, can’t stop staring at each other from across the table. His gaze is heavy and yearning but for what you’re not sure.

His bottom lip continues to get tugged in between his teeth, abusing the already chapped skin as he unknowingly communicates his nervousness. The only thing you’re sure of is that he won’t tear his eyes away from you. Not for Steve’s request to aid in the argument, not for Dustin’s screeching voice demanding he take his side, and not for Jett who was making it known that he was leaving for the night. Eddie only mutters in response, something along the lines of ‘see you tomorrow’. Steve and Dustin are too caught up to even pay any mind to Eddie’s ignorance to their debate. Robin is in her own world, curling her legs up to her chest in her chair as she becomes fascinated with the wood grain in the table while Nancy pretends to be preoccupied with swirling the wine in her glass and acts as if she’s listening to Dustin’s reasoning, nodding every now and then. But you notice the way her diamond eyes take in the scene before her. And now you’re sure that she has no interest in Eddie nor has she ever shown it.

But she does have an interest in whatever was happening between you and Eddie. She was studying the chemistry.

–

It was 4:00 AM, the sun would be emerging just on the Horizon within hours. An exhausted Steve lays his head on the table over his folded arms. Drool threatens to fall from the corner of his lip onto his sleeve, his mouth hanging open as he sleeps almost like a newborn. Every other breath a deep snore rumbles through him.

“This isn’t even the weirdest place he’s fallen asleep.” Dustin snaps a polaroid, the flash doing little to make Steve stir in his slumber, his eyelids only twitching as he navigates his dreams. “One time we found him under his bed.”

You chuckle at the sight, Steve had been completely hammered off of several beers and a few shots of vodka that Robin had convinced him to take with her. The second he wakes up, he’s in for a rude awakening, you’re sure.

“Do you take a picture every time?” You ask as Dustin hands off the developing picture to you, only to continue getting just the shot he wanted as he crouched down to get a better view of Steve’s face.

“Of course.” He laughs, stating it like there was no other option.

“Steve’s reputation with drinking isn’t necessarily…the best?” Nancy speaks, setting a fresh glass of water on the table in front of him.

You’d learned throughout the night that Steve and Nancy dated in highschool and although it was a nasty breakup, they remained friends and it never was weird after that. They respected each other as they did their other friends and it showed.

“I mean…I don’t think it’s that bad. He’s just sleeping. I’ve dozed off while drunk a few times.” You defend.

“Yeah but have you dozed off in places people couldn’t even find you until we tore the house apart?” Dustin counters with raised eyebrows. “He also used to reign under the title ‘King Steve’ if that tells you anything.”

Showing your hands in surrender, you begin collecting the remaining glasses from the table. Several dozen shot glasses that had provided a good night but would surely bring on a rough morning for those that had participated. You’d taken two shots throughout the night and had half of Robin’s Dirty Shirley that she couldn’t seem to stomach. And she wouldn’t quit until it was gone so you humbly volunteered seeing as she was already almost obliterated, stumbling around anytime she got up and slurring every word.

Robin was now talking Eddie’s ear off as she sat at the bar, narrating every piece of her life that he’d missed since she visited and last updated him. You could vaguely make out her explanation for still not getting her driver’s license, stating that Steve was more than okay with being her chauffeur for the foreseeable future. Then she insisted that should she get her license, she’d be an even worse driver than Eddie used to be so it’d be in everyone’s best interest to keep her off the roads.

Eddie hums along to the conversation, letting Robin steer the topic as he leisurely polishes the glasses he hadn’t gotten to earlier, his friends occupying his full attention a majority of the night. An impressive pile of glasses and cups are building up on your tray, Nancy assisting in collecting what she could as she follows you toward the bar.

“Nance! Tell him!” Robin whines. “Tell him how I’m a danger to the roads of suburbia!”

“You are most definitely a danger.” Nancy smiles softly, moving Robin’s bangs out of her eyes with her free hand before delivering the glasses she’d collected onto the counter.

“See!”

“No need to convince me, Buckely.” Eddie throws his rag over his shoulder. “Although I’d probably have the time of my life with you behind the wheel.” He grins, scooping up the tray you were having trouble setting down. “But I’d also prefer to live a little longer so you avoid that DMV for as long as you can.”

Nancy nods in agreement, taking a seat on the stool next to Robin. As you rush around the counter to assist in washing the remaining glasses, large brown eyes follow you, as if they missed you. Like they’d never been happier to see you. You still shy away from them, only because you’re not sure how long you can last until you melt, until your knees collapse beneath you and you’re a puddle on the floor.

“So what’s our game plan this time for getting Steve to the car?” Nancy asks.

“Leave ‘em here.” Robin slouches in her seat.

“Rob–”

“I second that.” Eddie chuckles.

“You guys are awful!” Nancy proclaims.

You can only giggle to yourself, bubbles coating your hands as warm water leaks down to your elbows as you scrub each glass. A sudden hip jabs into your side, creating enough room for Eddie’s lean frame to partake in the chore.

“What’s so funny, Bambi?” He questions, quiet enough for only you to hear.

You shake your head, still tuning into Robin’s scheme to leave Steve behind. She had obviously been joking, the two constantly bickering with one another throughout the night like siblings only proving so. But she seemed to enjoy pressing Nancy’s buttons as she persisted in her idea of abandoning the poor guy.

“Nothing.” You mutter.

Your backs are facing the two girls, neither of them able to sneak a glance at Eddie’s wandering eyes that you could very clearly spot just out of your peripheral vision. His hands continued to concentrate on the task at hand though not very well as he scrubbed the same tiny shot glass for at least two minutes too long.

“Y’know, you’re not being very helpful.”

With a click of his tongue, he finally sets the overly-clean glass atop the drying rack, reaching over you in the process. It only made you aware of his comforting smell that you had basked in out in the cold earlier. You’d never imagine wishing to do dishes for the rest of eternity but here you were, hoping that an eyelash would fall onto your cheek just so you could wish on it to stay in this very moment.

“‘M not?” He smirks.

“Nope, you’re just making more work for me.”

“Oh, you tell him!” Dustin suddenly peaks over both of your shoulders, quiet as a mouse until he had made his presence known. It startles you, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Henderson, don’t sneak up on people like that.” Eddie holds a hand over his chest.

“Look alive.” He shrugs, snooping around at the shelves that would otherwise be obscured from his view on the other side of the bar.

“Nothin’ for you back here, you’re not even twenty one.” Eddie turns around, leaning against the sink and crossing his arms.

“Wha-oh don’t be like that! I only have like two more years and that’s rich coming from you of all people, Eddie.” Dustin points a finger, sticking it harshly into Eddie’s chest.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” Eddie mumbles, returning to his task, snatching up the last two glasses that remained before you could, swatting your hands away.

“What’s he talking about?” You dare to ask.

Dustin brings an arm over your shoulder, the other over Eddie’s, a huge grin plastered on his face as if he’d been waiting for you to ask the question. Eddie only offers him a side eye, nothing malicious but a light warning.

“Eddie here used to have a big reputation.” He explains, patting him on the back. Eddie only rolls his eyes, clearly indicating that he didn’t have any real issue with Dustin revealing pieces of his past.

“Oh?” You wipe your hands on a nearby rag, turning toward Dustin, intrigued.

“Yeah, he used to be the friendly neighborhood drug dealer.”

Your face doesn’t shift, only making it more difficult to gauge your reaction. Eddie starts to fear that this was going to be your wakeup call. Your revelation as to who he really was. He knows Dustin meant know harm in it and to be fair, the kid had probably snuck a few beers away from Steve. There was no ill intent, only playful banter although Eddie hadn’t anticipated how you might have felt about his previous endeavors until after Dustin spoke those words.

“Dustin!” Robin calls for his attention, chewing on a cocktail straw.

Without a second thought, the boy turns his attention toward the two girls sitting at the bar, making his way around to take a seat next to Robin only to assist her in some kind of party trick she had been trying to work out with a napkin.

“How’s it go?” She mutters around the straw.

Eddie stares at the bubbles in the sink like they’re the only thing in the room, his eyes following each one drifting toward the drain and idling at the bottom of the basin as the remaining water drains. Sparkly little bubbles created reflections in his eyes that could resemble stars. And he waits.

He waits for your reaction, waits for you to detach yourself from him because god, he didn’t know what was happening between you two since stepping back inside the bar all those hours ago but he didn’t want it to end just because his past put you off. It was inevitable that the single good thing happening to him would come to an end. That this night would end.

He doesn’t expect you to shove your hip into his just as he had done to you earlier, twirling a rag in between your fingers, offering him a smirk.

“Big reputation, huh?” You playfully raise your eyebrows up and down.

Relief washes over him. It doesn’t have to end. This night isn’t over, maybe he can have whatever this is for a few more minutes, an hour if he’s lucky. He’d delay going home if it meant you’d keep toying with him, teasing him over silly little things that his friends had told you about. He didn’t mind, not when your face would light up at every tiny ‘secret’ you were let in on. Eddie knew very well that his friends had been enlightening you with small details about his life back in Hawkins, about every time they’d visited Knife’s Edge, all the big moments and embarrassing drunk shenanigans. He didn’t mind. Because it meant that they’d already accepted you as one of their own.

“Shut up.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his.

~end~

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Rottmnt Masterpost

Here's a list of all my different things. I've realized I have a lot of stuff that kind of gets lost in the shuffle of everything.

#non turtle art and #reblogging myself are where you can find my other art.

Also, I do have a RedBubble shop in case you're interested!

Family Connection AU

This my own au of what happens after the events of the movie. It's only been a few days following the invasion and everyone still has a ways to go to recovery. During this time Mikey starts being able to see and communicate with the Hamato ghosts of Casey Jr's future timeline versions of themselves.

Flares

Flares Bonus

Eventually

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Part 1

Chapter 2: Part 2

Chapter 2: Part 3

Extra

Future Leo and other sillies

Future Donnie Design

Future Donnie Updated Design (2024)

Mikey's initial response to the ghosts

Future Donnie finds about the Present Donnie becoming a spaceship

Baby Casey Jr Things

(I feel all my bad future stuff belongs with my au)

Get Dadded Leo

Get Dadded Leo Bonus

Baby and Uncles 1, 2, 3

He Tiny

Death of Cassandra Jones

Mama Casey

Future Donnie (Uncle Tello) doodles 1, 2

Squish the (face) Baby Cheeks

April Fool's Day

Chaotic Uncle Donnie

The future kiddies

Asks involving future versions

Donnie has been given Uranium

Donnie was given Uranium: The Sequel

Donnie being bribed for a hug

Donnie possibly stealing nuclear launch codes

Other People's AU

Cass' Apocalyptic Series

Baby Mutant Casey

Between the Raindrops Animatic

Emotional Damage Crit Shot

Peepaw Multiverse

Freshly Tramatized

Peepaws Get Wrecked

Other

thegunnsara's future Mikey design

burgersaucee's adventuring in babysitting, but it's the apocalypse

Mutant Mayhem x Rise

Donnie

Leo

Mikey

Raph

The whole fam meeting their Rise counterparts

One Shot Comics

Who's Older (Disaster Twins)

Watch Your Language (Brains and Brawn Duo)

Donnie's Social Tolerance (Brains and Brawn Duo)

What If Mikey Just Picked Raph Up? (Sunset Duo)

Raise Your Standards, Leo! (Baja Blast Duo)

Don't Mess With Mikey(Smarts and Crafts Duo)

Raph Knows (Raph Centric featuring Draxum)

Raph Meets Princess Peach

That's Not How Food Allergies Work (Raph Leo Duo)

Everything Else (I think)

#color palette challenge

Baby Raph AU

Local turtle Dad and his teenage self

Memes

In your fit art challenge

First sketchbook doodles

They share a voice actor

Find the Keyblade

Shadows tutorial

Yoshi/Lou/Splinter "I was today years old when I became a father" Jitsu/Hamato: 1, 2

Volatile Raph

#my art #fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #masterpost #color palette challenge #family connections au

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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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ROTTMNT x Sister! Reader

Reader getting her first period.

Rise! Raph, Leo, Mikey, Donnie, April x Fem! Sister

PURELY PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL. Fem! Reader, fluff, mentions of blood (obvi), turtles being stupid 🤞, April being the best ever as usual 🤞

“Where’s the pain killers, Raph?” You dragged your feet into the living, cradling your aching lower stomach.

“Y/N, you’re awake! Woah-“ Leo said from behind you, “is that blood?”

“Blood?” You and Raph said in unison. You turned to face Leo and looked down at yourself to see what he was talking about.

“You are bleeding!” Raph exclaimed, pointing towards the bottom part of your pajama shorts, “what happened?!”

“I- I don’t know!” You looked confused, looking back and forth between Leo and Raph.

“What’s all the commotion?” Mikey walked in from the kitchen, wearing an apron. Immediately he noticed the blood and rushed over to you, looking all over your body. “Oh mi gosh! Donnie! Donnie!”

“Y/N, what happened?” Raph asked again, a concerned look in his eyes.

“I don’t know! I just don’t know…Oh my god, my stomach hurts…” You groaned at the piercing pain in your abdomen. Leo was typing intently on his phone, looking up your symptoms on Web MD.

“What is it?” Donnie walked in, pushing his goggles up.

“She’s bleeding ooouuuuttt!!!” Mikey sobbed, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“No, I’m not!” You turned to Donnie for reassurance, “Am I?”

“Guys, cut it out!” Leo shouted, panic evident in his tone.

“You’re scaring her!” Raph added.

Donnie’s eyes widened as realization hit him. Of course he knew what menstruation was. Just not, uh, how it works exactly. For obvious reasons, he never really needed to look into it.

Leo and Raph don’t know shit. Mikey…well, he knows what it is. He’s just too panicked to even consider what’s really happening to you.

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“Heeeyyyy!” April walked into the lair, and immediately stopped dead in her tracks at the scene before her.

You were looking at her like you’d just seen a ghost, tears in your eyes. Mikey, Raph, and Leo were clinging onto you. Donnie was scrolling through articles on his phone and seemed evidently uncomfortable.

“What did I just walk into?” April lifted her eyebrows in confusion and a little concerned.

“April! Y/N is dying!” Mikey cried into your shoulder.

“I never told you this, but I was the one who broke your Jupiter Jim figure and blamed it on Donnie. I am so sorry!” Leo confessed with a sigh of relief having gotten that off his chest.

Donnie looked up from his phone and shot his twin a glare, “What?!”

April blinked a few times, she stepped towards you taking in the situation. She noticed the way you were gripping the area of uterus and the blood on your shorts that was now leaking onto the front.

April shook her head, laughing, “Guys, relax! She’s not dying.”

“She’s..she’s not?” Raph looked up at her, sniffling.

“Of course not! She’s just shedding the lining of her intestines!”

“WHAT?”

“Oh my god, I’m gonna be sick…” Leo put one hand over his mouth, the other gripping his stomach.

Your jaw and your stomach dropped, obviously having no idea what she meant by that.

“YYYY/NNNNN!!” Mikey and Leo sobbed, hugging you tighter if that was even possible. Donnie and Raph looked mortified.

“Stop smothering her!” April pried the turtles off of you, gently taking your hand.

“You’re fine, Y/N. Don’t listen to them.” She narrowed her eyes at your brothers before turning back to you with a warm smile, “Let’s get you cleaned up, ok? I’ll explain everything, girl to girl.” She winked at you.

You simply nodded, squeezing her hand back.

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