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astermath · 10 months

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nemesis; part two.

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: with carmen reworking the restaurant, you’d think his mind would be far too occupied to even think about anything else. yet he can’t shake the guilt from what he’d put you through a month prior. after some talks in therapy, he decides to take a leap of faith and see if he can talk it out with you. he not only wants to convince you that he can be better, but he's got an offer for you too. one you truly can't refuse.

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tags: carmen being unsure about his feelings but trying to be better episode 3265742, letting reader in a little more, APOLOGIES!!!, cursing ig, carm goes to therapy yippee, syd being the absolute realest, regular font below!

notes: sorry this took literally forever omg, I lost my carmen muse for a bit but we are SO back baby. I missed him so much and so sorry if some things don't follow the canon completely (I've been watching season 2 on and off bc I've been so busy lol BUT my fics never follow the canon completely anyways),, hope u guys enjoy and let me know if you'd like a part three ;))

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Carmen’s life hadn’t known a moment of mental rest in ages. If you asked him when he last sat down with his thoughts or acknowledged his mental anguish, he probably would have said he couldn’t remember the last time. If ever.

With plans to completely revamp The Beef and everything that came with it, now his feelings should be the last thing on his mind. Renovation plans, unforeseen costs and a completely new menu, sure, he could worry his ass off about those, but feelings? Absolutely not. Good thing he was usually so good at suppressing those anyways.

So why was it that he couldn’t shake the thought of what he did to you?

Why, every time he had a moment to himself, would he be overtaken by this intense feeling of guilt? He didn’t even have to be alone, just a second of quiet and the image of you crying in distress would intrude on his thoughts.

It was getting to a point where he’d told his sister, Natalie, about it. Well, not all of it, he wasn’t even sure if he knew all of it. Just that he knows he hurt you, and that coming to terms with what he projected onto you might be a good first step in understanding himself better.

Or maybe it was something more along the lines of “I gotta talk my shit to some people”. Probably that.

To his surprise, it was actually helping. Besides the group therapy sessions where he’d talk about Mikey, the business and his future, he was talking to other people in his life too. Even told Sydney about you, kind of on accident. The words just seemed to… Flow out. It was probably the exhaustion doing its thing.

“I guess I just felt like,” he kept his eyes on the floor he was sweeping, “she was doing it all to fuck with me. I don’t even know where I got the sick idea that she had some obsession over me, but it— it drove me at the same time. It’s like her being on my heels at every aspect of culinary school just made me want to try even harder.”

“Maybe you painted her in that light because you knew it was a good way to keep pushing yourself.” Sydney spoke almost absentmindedly, sweeping the other side of the room. She listened to everything he said in the meantime, and though what he was telling her was a bit worrying, she was glad they got to have talks like this. Carmen often doesn’t like to bring up his past like that.

“Huh,” he paused sweeping for a moment, “yeah… yeah, maybe. Or maybe it was something else.”

Sydney wasn’t even sure he knew what he was referring to. It sounded like something entirely different, like a crush, but what kind of person treats their crushes like that?

Probably an overworked, pressured, overachieving culinary student with a dangerous need for validation. But she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“So yeah, I visited her restaurant, and… It just felt the exact same as back in New York, you know? Like she was rubbing it in my face again, and— and I know that sounds insane, or conceited, but I just can’t let it go. It’s like the thought of her is stuck to my brain like a stubborn piece of gum.” He wanted to smack himself for that stupid analogy, but what was said was said.

“So how’d you handle it?” Sydney’s head perked up, some of her braids now draping over her shoulders.

“Handle what?” Carmen became more and more uneasy the more he talked about you. Like his chest was tight, it was uncomfortable, but not in the way he was when the health inspection came by, it was different. Weirder. Unfamiliar. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t understand it.

“The talk with her.” She emptied the last bit of dust into the trash bag.

“Oh,” his mind took him back to the parking lot a month ago. The way he could almost taste the tears of your skin from how close he stood, he could hear the shakiness of your breath and the profound desperation in your voice when you apologized to him, when you really had no reason to.

If it was still so clear in his mind, then what must it be like for you?

“Carmen?” Sydney snapped him out of his oncoming train of thought.

“Yeah? Sorry, I— Uh, I don’t know it was…” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly finding it in his best interest to look anywhere else but her face. “Bad. It was— It was bad.” He looks a bit shameful when he meets her eyes. “I fucked up. I like, went all New York boss on her. And then I just… Left.”

His colleague just stares at him for a moment. She knew what he was like when he snapped like that, but that was with his staff, people he liked. So how badly did he snap on you, a person he’d been resenting for years?

“I’m gonna go take out this trash, and uh… Head home.” She lifts the grey plastic bag she was holding. “But uh, Carm?”

“Yeah?”

“You got issues, man.” She has a bit of an awkward smile on her face, but he knows she means it. He knows she’s right. She usually is.

He nods, silently, letting her words sink in. He did have issues, everyone knew that, but most people didn’t just say it. That’s why he liked Sydney, she was so real, so honest. She was so good for the business, for the kitchen. And maybe her saying that to him was all part of grounding him in the reality of it all. Of his issues, just that they existed.

“Heard.” he says. His voice comes out raspier than he expected, like he’s struggling to say it.

“Goodnight, chef.”

“Night.”

He’d thought about what Sydney said the entire night. He does have issues, he knows that, he’s just mad at himself for letting everything get this far before seeking help. It scares him. Because it reminds him too much of Mikey. Or what he heard about him when things got bad.

He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes his brother did. Lock people out of his life just because it seems easier, because it’s better to minimize the damage than to figure out why you’re doing damage at all. And yes it’s uncomfortable, yes it’s scary, terrifying even. But he keeps being reminded of how it must feel for you.

It’s something he’d never considered before. He always thought he had you all figured out, all fake smiles and backhanded compliments to distract him. It never occurred to him to just… Ask. It was always just easier to assume. It fit his view of you and it kept him going, even if it was at the expense of ever getting to know you at all.

He’s hoping he can change that with a few text messages and a long, probably uncomfortable, talk over coffee. Just hoping, trying, that’s really all he can do. He’s well aware of how bad he is at communicating, but he has to give it a shot. For you, at least.

He stares at his phone screen for far longer than is necessary, continuously rereading the messages he’d typed. His eyes keep flicking to your contact, making sure he sent it to the right person. The only thing you two had texted about before was a time and place for him to try your new restaurant. His heart aches at the exclamation points and emojis you’d sent; you were so excited, and he drove all that excitement straight into the ground.

He closes his eyes and shuts off the phone. His chest hurts, like he’s been holding his breath the entire time. Maybe he has. You could have that effect on him, making it harder to breathe. He always wondered why he had such nervous reactions around you specifically. He always figured it had to do with your one sided rivalry, but it feels… Different. More complex.

Your eyes are finally peeled off your computer screen when numerous phone notifications alarm you. Truth be told, you’ve been trying your best to keep yourself occupied as much as possible. That usually helps when you get waves of emotions like this, keeping busy, distracting your mind from overthinking.

Ever since your last encounter with Carmen, you’ve been so on edge. Always trying to do something, anything, so you wouldn’t have to think about what happened, why he acted like that to you. Because you know if you did, you’d just start blaming yourself again, and you’d be back to square one.

Your eyebrows raise at the name of the contact. You were sure he’d blocked you, or at least deleted your number after last time. He was avoidant like that, and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to talk to you again after that anyways. Maybe it was just to drive the point home, make you feel even more worthless.

Still, you were curious. Even if it was just to cuss you out even more, at least you knew what to expect, right?

[carmen]: hey, I really want to talk to you about what happened last time.

[carmen]: well

[carmen]: I want to apologise

[carmen]: but I can’t do that like this

[carmen]: I’d much rather do it in person

[carmen]: if you’d let me

[carmen]: meet me at odette’s tomorrow around 10? coffee’s on me, I just want to talk

[carmen]: please

The last message was sent minutes later than the rest, while you were reading them. He was desperate for an answer, and though you wanted to hear him out, to talk to him, something in you felt off about the whole thing. Like he was just doing this to clear off his own guilt, only to then ditch you just like he ditched you after culinary school. Because you’re rivals, apparently. That’s what you do.

But then there’s something else in you too. The part that’s still nostalgic about New York with him. About the glances back and forth when you were timed on preparing certain things, about the way he’d stare at you when you got feedback, the ignorant bliss you lived in. When you still believed he might have liked you just a little.

That part of you takes the upper hand when you reply and take his offer. Your heart is in your throat, nerves overtaking you already and you weren’t even with him yet. He had that effect on you sometimes, making it harder to breathe.

You wondered what that meant.

Carmen sits alone at a booth, all the way at the back of the café he’d chosen. It’s rather quiet, as most Mondays are, yet at the same time, it’s so loud. Loud in the way he hears the clinking of every spoon against porcelain cups, the crinkling of a napkin and the not so subtle ticking of the clock above the entrance. 10:06. You were late.

Suddenly he's filled with more regret than he's ever felt before. He's not ready to see you again, only to be reminded of how he made you cry, and of his own tumultuous emotions and shortcomings that lead to this moment. It's surprising how fast the emotions he associates with you changed; he's not angry anymore, he's scared, guilty, nervous. He wants to see you so bad and yet he feels like you'd be better off never talking to him again.

It's too late to make a run for it when you finally walk through the door. Hair a little damp from the rain, just a bit disheveled from what he could only assume to be rushing over to the café. And that same angelic smile you offer to the barista that greets you, the same one you'd offer him every morning, whether he looked at you or not.

He had no choice but to look now.

Your smile falters into something more nervous, a little melancholic, when your eyes meet his across the café. Though you knew he was going to be there, something in you feels surprised to see him again. Maybe it’s because he isn’t yelling at you or throwing insults at your head this time. Or maybe because he’s actually looking you in the eye. Since when did he get so good at that?

You sit down across him, taking off your coat and putting your bag besides you.

“Hey.” You smile again, much more awkward this time.

“Hey.” He returns the same thin lipped smile.

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Carmen swears the whole café has gone silent in that moment, leaving the two of you to listen to the sound of your own breathing and heartrate picking up. You’re not sure where to look, not being used to being in such an intimate setting with him.

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Sorry I was late.”

You both talk over each other, and the urge to chuckle about it overtakes you. Carmen can’t help but smile as well. You seem nervous, and somehow that puts him a little more at ease. Like he’s not the only one who’s in their head about it.

“Sorry, I, uhm, yeah— I would like a coffee.” You scramble over your words. “Please.”

“Sure,” he nods, “and no worries.”

“Hm?”

“That you were late. I haven’t been here that long either.” He lied. He’d been there half an hour early, cursing himself for letting him sit along with his thoughts for that long and psyching himself out into almost leaving.

You both order and another heavy silence sits between you two. You both know why you’re there, what needs to be talked about. Yet neither of you know how to bring it up.

You’ve lived most of your lives believing this version of each other you had in your minds. Because it kept you grounded. Because it was easier. He never let you in and for the longest time, you were at peace with that. You could have a slightly distant view of who he was, your classmate, your rival. And he could do the same. Keep you out, pretend you were there to keep him on his toes, to always try to outdo him.

Those facades of each other don’t work anymore. The real world has forced you to reconcile with each other, whether you liked it or not.

Your coffee gets brought to your table, and both of you feel this urgency to say something, anything, at least.

“The pastries here are good too, if you want to get one.” He finally broke the awkward silence. He can start with talking about food, something he knows. If all else fails, resort back to that.

“I haven’t tried a pastry besides my own in a long time. Maybe I could learn a thing or two here.” You admit. He knows that feeling. He’s not nearly as adventurous with his food choices as he wants to be, but as a busy chef on the brink of a new entrepreneurship, it’s usually beef sandwiches and frozen meals.

“I think yours were better though.” He takes a sip of his coffee.

“Huh?” You look up, realizing you were avoiding eye contact by staring into your cup.

“The danish I tried at your place. It was fire.”

“Oh. Right. Thank you, we make everything from scratch.”

“I could tell.” He takes another sip. “I guess I— I kinda forgot to tell you that. In the heat of it all.” He huffs to himself. “Food was so good it made me upset.”

“Upset?” His word use frustrates you. Upset is when they forget to give you your sauce with your order. What happened back there was not upset. That was rage. Wrath. You raise an eyebrow and he realizes he said something wrong.

“Well, more than upset. Listen, I— We need to talk about what happened.” His blue eyes peer into your own. They’re almost distracting enough to avoid you noticing his fidgeting hands.

“I’m listening.” You lean back slightly in your seat. You’d played nice with Carmen all your life, given him every chance to return it. Now it was his turn to try.

"Right." Of course he has to talk. It's his fault, isn't it? He's the one who snapped-- why did he even imply you'd have to explain yourself? He runs a hand through his hair, and there he goes again, eyes darting across the café to find something to focus on as he sought out the right words. You'd almost find it endearing, how bad he is at this, if it wasn't so important to you.

"You don't do this often, do you?"

"What, like-- meeting up for coffee?"

"Talking about stuff. Your feelings and shit." You hid your slightly amused smile behind your coffee cup before taking a small sip.

"Oh. Yeah, no, I-- I don't. Not until recently." He takes a deep breath. Just like they had told him to. “I’ve been going to this therapy thing my sister recommended. S’not much, but… It’s a start. Talked about the restaurant, my brother—“

“Your brother?” Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Yeah, my— my brother. Mikey.” He looks a bit surprised. He’s come to the shattering realization that he’s never told you anything about his personal life, ever. You don’t even know about one of the most important people in his life, his main drive. You’ve known each other for so long yet you know so little. “I never told you about him?”

“You never told me anything.” You answer curtly. “We never really… Talked, you know?”

“Yeah— yeah, you’re right. I just thought… Wow.” He smiles, more out of shock than anything. He feels so stupid. How immature is it to be feuding this much with a person who doesn’t know anything about you?

“I guess I really don’t know much about you either.” His fingers rake through his messy curls again. “Makes me feel like even more of an idiot for going off on you like that. Like I had you all figured out.”

“Yeah, that was uh... That was something." The mood shifts a little. His smile fades as soon as he sees the melancholy in your eyes return. Of course it wouldn't be that easy for you to forgive him, to feel better about all this. "You know, I never knew you thought of me like that." A small smile graces your features. Somehow it's sadder than the expression you had before.

"I mean, I knew you didn't like me. I was pretty much at peace with the fact that you were never going to like me, either. But I never thought you hated me that much." You sniffle, trying your hardest to blink away any oncoming tears. "Like your life, your entire career, would have been easier without me there at all."

His heart aches at the sight of you, all teary eyed and trying to be brave. You're much braver than him. Sadness is a much harder thing to express than anger. He's starting to figure that out more and more.

"I don't hate you." He starts. He sees the confusion contort your features, and he knows he's not making any sense. "I mean I did-- I did hate you. Or, maybe not you, just... The fucked up idea I had of you. And-- and that was on me, that was my own fault." He feels an urge to touch you; to rub your back, hold your hand, anything to comfort you. It's tearing him apart to know that he's the cause of all this.

"But why?" A single tear rolls down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your skin in its wake. "Why did you think that about me? I-- I get that we had a little rivalry going but jesus Carmen, did you really think I spent my whole culinary school career trying to outdo you?"

"To be honest... Yeah." He feels ashamed. So ashamed. He hopes the waitress doesn't walk by and listen to any of this, see you crying, and make you feel even worse. "Cooking was always just... My thing. If I was good for anything, it would be that. So seeing you do so well at something I'd started to base my whole existence around, it made me jealous, so fucking jealous." He meets your eyes, even if it's hard. You have to know he's being sincere.

"And it's-- it's unfair, it's so unfair to you, I know, and I'm really fuckin' sorry. I'm trying to work on myself, on everything, and I hope I can prove that to you." His face has that red tint you recognize whenever he's nervous or stressed. You can tell this is taking a lot from him.

"Is that really all? You were just jealous?" Your voice is quieter, fragile almost.

"I don't know. I wanna think it's that simple but I really don't know. There's a lot I don't understand about me, or you, or us. My mind doesn't know how to react when I see you anymore I think, now that things are different." He takes a deep breath, like saying that took a physical toll on him. "You have this-- this weird effect on me, and I don't know how to cope with it. I think it was just easier to be mad at you than to be anything else."

Anger is easier to express than sadness. The easiest out of all emotions, actually. Sometimes a little too easy.

You look to the side, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. You huff out something close to a laugh, and though he’s caught off guard by it, he doesn’t mind it. Even if you’re laughing at him, at least that means you’re not crying.

“You’ve got issues Berzatto. You know that?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told.” He smiles, and it’s heartfelt this time. Not nervous, or sad, or awkward. He’s happy to see you a little more at ease.

“It’s just really crazy to me.” You trace your finger over the edge of your coffee cup as you talk. “I spent so much time in culinary school looking up to you. And then I find out you were always just trying to keep up with me.”

Carmen’s eyebrows raise a little at your words. “Looked up to me?”

“Yeah, like… Your drive, your passion, it’s so impressive. Always looking to improve, to do better, it just— it inspired me to do better too. As cheesy as that may sound.” You smiled. “S’why I opened up in Chicago, you know.”

“Really? Huh.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Because I wanted to work with you. Or for you. Either would have been fine with me.” You sigh. “I like owning my own place, but… I don’t know, for some reason I always imagined us working together.” You smiled. “Is that stupid?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “no not at all, I— I totally get that.” He’s quiet for a few seconds, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head when he stares at you for a moment.

“I mean you’re a remarkable chef, really, like— insanely remarkable, and, well, we’re revamping the restaurant completely right now. We need people— more people, new people, and so, I was wondering— or I’ve been thinking—“ He stops himself from losing his breath from all his rambling, before he freaks you out even more than he already has.

“I want you to come work for us at the Bear.” He puts his hands together, as if he’s about to beg. “Please.”

You can almost hear yourself blinking out of confusion. There’s suddenly no more loud silences, no, the café seems dead quiet for once. All you can do is stare at him, wait for a laugh, because clearly this was a joke right? There’s no way Carmen Berzatto, chef supreme, arch nemesis of yours, would want you anywhere near him, let alone work in his own establishment.

“I’m sorry?”

He feels stupid already. You had every reason to say no. He’d been the biggest asshole in the world to you, he’d kept his distance all his life, and now he expects you to be his employee. Or, well, colleague, more so.

“I’m uh— we’re redoing the restaurant entirely. New equipment, new staff, new everything.” He swallows; the thought of everything that needed to be done arises for a moment. “We need people that work hard, who know what they’re doing and who are passionate about it. And I barely know anyone who’s better at what you do than yourself.” He pauses, waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

“So I’m asking if you’d work for me. With me. It won’t be anything like old days, if anything I— I need to learn from you.” He scoffs at himself. “Could take a thing or two about how to communicate with my staff.”

You smile, and he genuinely thinks you’re about to start laughing at him. You chuckle, but it’s not mean, it’s honest. Cute.

“You know, you have great timing.” You grin.

“I do?” the smile on his face reflects the hope he feels.

“One of my chefs wants to take over the place for me. Well, has been wanting to. I haven’t had an exact reason to say yes to her yet.” You shrugged. “Guess I do now.”

“…Is that you saying yes?”

“It’s definitely not me saying no.” Your eyes meet his, and there’s something between you both that’s different now. It’s not like there’s a switch that’s been flipped. It‘s more like this conversation was the turning page of a new chapter.

“I’ll think about it. I want to see it first. Maybe talk to some of your staff.” Carmen’s chest strains a little when he thinks about you interacting with Richie. Then he’s reassured when he thinks about you interacting with Sydney or Marcus. You’d fit in well, you have great feeling for people.

“Yeah— yeah, I get that. Totally. I can arrange that. Uhm, we’re renovating right now, actually, it’s all really kinda wild, but if you wanna stop by, chat with Syd, or Nat, or talk about the plans, let me know. I’m sure they’d love to talk to you.” He’s not lying, you seem like you’d get along well with them. Especially Sydney. Your thinking processes are very similar to each other. And to his.

Carmen gets the bill, even though you try to pay for it.

“It’s just a coffee, just let me get this one.”

You let him have this one, simply because you can’t argue with him after the conversation you just had. You’re in too good of a mood after his proposition too.

He walks you to your car, hands in his pockets when you reach it. It’s cold outside, and his breath comes out in visible puffs of air. His nose is a little red, but you think it looks cute.

“Thanks for coming, by the way,” he starts, “I know you didn’t have to. Like— after how I acted to you. But— But I really do appreciate that you’re givin' me a chance here.” He’d always been confused about how positive and faithful you were in people. He never thought he’d be grateful for those exact features too.

“No worries, I… I had a good time. I’m glad we talked.” The keys jingle as you fidget with them. Among them is a keychain in the shape of a cherry, he recognizes it. It reminds him of how little you’ve both changed. And how much.

“Yeah.” He sighs. Relieved, almost. “Me too. But I’ll let you leave, might wanna tell your chef the good news.”

“Good news?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“That you’re selling them the business.”

“I haven’t decided yet, Carm.” You scoff. But he can tell you have, you look too excited about it all to not have your mind made up yet. It excites him too. Scares him a bit as well, but what’s a new chapter without a bit of tension?

“Right. Sorry.” He huffs. “Just text me when you wanna head over to see the place. It’s uh… It’s a work in progress, but it’s getting somewhere.”

“I believe you. I’m looking forward to it.” You lean back against your car a little.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“See y’around?” You unlock it and walk up to the driver’s side.

“Course. Uh, don’t be a stranger.”

You grin, leaning down to get into the vehicle. “Never with you, Berzatto.”

He watches you drive off, standing in the cold for far longer than any sensible person has any business standing there. But he feels good. He feels warm.

He thinks about what you said to him before you left. You were right, you were never a stranger to him. You were always like a constant in his life; whether you were actually present or not. And even if he didn’t know that much about you, which he was insistent on changing, you were never a stranger.

Never with him.

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Could I request the 2012 tmnt mikey with a 'secret' s/o reader who is an assassin? She is really serious and scary, but she is so soft for Mikey and she is really skilled with a lot of weapons and even without weapons!

After a while of them dating Mikey tells splinter and his brothers and his brothers don't really believe him, but splinter wants to meet her anyway so Mikey convinces her to meet his family! And she is really respectful but also kinda snarky.

(This is completely optional, but maybe she is originally from Scotland)

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Ooohh Yes. Yes. Yes. just, yes.

MIKEY WITH AN ASSASSIN GIRLFRIEND

You two would probably meet after he got seperated from his brothers while on patrol.

You'd probably start out as just friends for a little while,

Emphasis on little.

When you start dating he'll start sneaking out of the Lair to visit you at what you call your "safehouse".

With anyone else but your sweet sweet Michel,

You are a hardcore bitch.

Sarcasm and Snark,

You will take zero shit.

Ya know, that sterotypical angry Scot.

One time Mikey joined you on one of your information missions, and it went a bit like this...

"I have ways of making ya talk. Painful ones- Mikey, love, please don't touch anything, we don't know what it is, you could get hurt. Ahem- Like I was sayin'-"

His brothers obviously catch on after a bit,

I mean who wouldn't notice how much... quieter the Lair seemed?

Their first glimce of you is when you save Mikey out of nowhere during an encounter with the kraang,

You were in and out, saving you're boyfriend then leaving before they could do more than catch your eye.

They don't know who you are or why you saved their brother but they're definitly grateful.

Obviously Mikey knew it was you, so he called you to thank you when he got home.

His brothers were definitly snooping and overheard him call you "Babe"

Leo whipped his head around like, "ExCUsE mE?"

They didn't say anything, just kinda kept an eye on Mikey for a while.

Whenever Mikey visits you, it's like you just can't help but be all soft and sweet.

How could be anything else to your wonderful sunshine?

Eventually, Mikey will want you to meet his family,

And it's something he's super excited about, how could you say no?

So one day, he shows up at the Lair with you annoucing loudly to the entire household that you were his girlfriend.

Raph literally busted out laughing, asking you how much you were getting paid.

You just scowled, and in your thick accent said, "I ain't getting paid shit. My payment is the absolute fuckin joy of a person and living embodiment of sunshine you call your brother."

Raph still chuckling replied, "Alright, chill out Leperchaun. I get the point."

"Leperchauns are Irish you fuckin imp. I'm Scottish."

Before Raph could snark back, Leo interrupted to formally introduce himself.

You shook his hand with a smirk, while Mikey happily watched you interact with his family.

After you meet his brothers, he drags you towards the dojo to meet Splinter.

He excitedly introduces you as his girlfriend, and Splinter sends Mikey away to have a private conversation with you.

"So," he starts, smiling lowly, "You are the famous (Name) that Michelangelo tells me so much about?"

You blushed in an embarrassed way, "Mikey talks about me?"

Splinter nodded, "All the time. He thinks you are a very beautiful and funny girl. In his own words, the most beautiful girl he's ever seen."

"Oh..."

Splinter chatted with you for a while, giving you full permission to visit whenever you please, even inviting you join the boys in training.

Mikey is so happy you get along well with his family, now he can spend time freely with the girl he loves and his beloved family!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #mikey x reader tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #mikey tmnt #mikey x reader #mikey x reader tmnt 2012 #mikey x reader headcanons #tmnt headcanons #female reader

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OH MA GOD THE CARMY WRITING ABOUT BEING HIS KID WAS SO CUTE! maybe you could do something about bringing them to christmas with the family whiel mikey and donna are there (maybe they all have a soft spot for her, like she'sa baby carmy to them), or helping him cook in the restaurant while she is still young 🥰

Camry: "I don't want to go in"

He said sat in the drivers seat of his car, you in the back behind him right outside the large enough house, snowing profusely down, collecting on the roof of the car.

Richie: "Jesus cousin we just pulled up you can't chicken out now"

Carmy: "They don't even know were her-"

Richie: "Yeah because it's a surprise!, like surprise your out of touch son is here! and special guest, your granddaughter that he failed to fucking mention"

Y/n: "Language"

Richie: "Sorry Princess, but seriously Carm you can't just hide away forever, especially now you got Y/n it's not fair"

Carmy: "you don't ever bring round your kid to these god damm family events"

Richie: "I don't need to"

Carmy: "And why's that?"

Richie: "Cuz they know she exit's!"

Camry inhaled deeply, looking at you and back at the house.

Camry: "You ready baby?"

Y/n: "Yep!" You giggled swinging open the door and rushing over to the house, your father and Richie rushing after you.

Camry: "Y/n, Y/n stop!" He caught up to you, leaning down and placing a hand on your shoulder.

Camry: "My family's a bit intense yeah? so y'know if you wanna leave at any point just say the word and were gone, kay"

Y/n: ""M'kay"

Richie: "we literally just got here and your already planning an escape? Jesus man"

The closer the door got the worse his anxiety got,

breath in breath out it's all gonna be okay, they're gonna love her it's all gonna be just fine.

Finally approaching the door, Riche knocked, and not getting an immediate answer knocked again.

click click

dear God, take me now please Carmy thought to him self.

Donna's tired face peers round the door.

Donna: "OH! look who it is!"

Camry: "You invited us" He said monotonely

Donna: "And who is this?" She asked gesturing to you.

Carmy: "uhh That's my kid...Y/n"

Donna:"...what?"

...

Donna: "WHAT?!"

Camry: "I know Ma jus-"

Donna: "Don't fucking 'Ma' me!"

Now, having moved to the kitchen Richie took you upstairs, while your father fended for himself down stairs against the beast.

Donna: "Jesus Camry, fucking Jesus you had a baby and you didn't even call?!"

Camry: "I know it just didn't feel like the right time"

Donna: "The right time? The right time would have been when you found out whatever floozy you knocked up realised she was pregnant"

Camry: "Don't, don't say that Ma"

Donna: "How old is she, like 8, 9?"

Carmy: "eight"

Donna: "8 years?! You had eight years and you didn't even call?" She said, her eyes misting gripping onto a serving spoon.

Carmy: "I know, I know I should have called but, but I just got so busy with, with life with school with all sorts of shit I was just trying to keep everything afloat an-"

Donna: "Your only 29, you had her 21? Are you insane?!"

Carmy: "It's a bit late now to be lecturing me"

Donna: "Oh God, Oh God" She cried still gripping the spoon tight in her grasp, leaning over the sink taking deep breaths in and out.

Donna: "You need to leave"

Carmy: "What?"

Donna: "You cannot just show up to my house, after no fucking contact dragging along some kid"

Camry: "She's not some kid Ma, she's your granddaughter you can't just kick us out"

Donna: "This is my house! this is my house It's mine It's mine Its MINE" She cried, sounding almost in pain, bashing the spoon onto the pan.

Carmy: "Okay...Okay" He said putting his hands up in defeat, scurrying out of the kitchen and into the living room only to bump into...Mike.

Mike: "hey hey man, what the hell is going on in there?"

Camry: "Ma's acting crazy, I really don't want to expose Y/n to this kinda shit but I don't want to drive back and have to explain to her why were leaving, can you take this?"

Mike: "yeah, yeah I got you" He patted his brothers back sending him off up stairs, where Richie kept you entertained with TV blaring so that you could not hear the commotion down stairs.

Camry: "Hey sweetie, you good?"

Y/n: "I'm good"

Camry, to Richie: " I told you not to let her use the TV"

Richie: "Why the hell not?"

Camry: "Cuz it's bad for her! I don't want to fucking Ipad kid"

Richie: "It was ethier this, or let her hear your Mom ripping you a new ass hole."

Camry:"...Okay, fair enough"

After Mike had finally gotten Donna to calm down, Camry and Y/n were invited down to the dinner table for charismas dinner, with you across your father, next to your Aunt Nattily crammed in the corner, all enjoying the delicate peace you had established.

For Now...

#the bear #the bear x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto

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dandylovesturtles · 9 months

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The separated AU poll (@tmntseparatedaucompetition) featuring my AU "100 Feet and a World Away" along with "New Phone Who Dis" by @callmehere-iwillappear is TOMORROW. We're up against Life Mission: Empyrean Bloodbath so I fully expect us to lose lol BUT I did say last time if we tied with NPWD I'd give us the next part of the "April takes the boys' pictures" saga AND SO! here! is April taking Leo and Mikey's pictures!

Vote for us tomorrow (if you want to)! All of these AUs are absolutely incredible so whoever wins is fully deserving~ Regardless, I will try to finish the saga with Raph's picture + Splinter getting to see them as soon as I have time (though it may take a bit because I have... bitten off a bit more than I can chew lol, and I need to get some other things accomplished).

Anyway enough rambling HERE'S THE FIC:

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"April!" calls Mikey the moment she walks in. He scurries across the plywood bridge from his rock to the edge of the pool and hops off the concrete separating wall, and hurries over, buzzing around her excitedly. "I'm so glad you're back!"

"Well I said I would be, didn't I?" April grins, fishing in her bag for the strawberries she's brought them. She gives two of them to Mikey, and watches as he shoves one in his mouth, smiling as he chews.

There's a splash and when she looks back, Leo is sitting on the containing wall, watching her like a hawk. She wishes she could hug Mikey, but she knows if she tried to so much as touch him, Leo would be on her in a second.

Something to work on, but not today.

"Let's get this over with," he says. "I got the info Donnie wanted."

"That's great! Good job, Leo!" she says. All she gets is a scowl in return, but she tries not to let it get to her. "But before we talk about that, there's something else I want to do." She pulls out her phone and waves it. "I'm gonna take your picture!"

"Whoa, really!?" asks Mikey, clearly excited, but before she can reply, Leo is inserting himself between them.

"No."

April has to take a breath to steady herself; she knows he doesn't want to hurt her, and she knows he's just a kid. But when he moves like that, stands over her and tenses his muscles and looks down over the top of his snout at her, she can sense how easy it would be for him to kill her, and her instincts tell her to run.

But April O'Neil doesn't run.

She exhales and speaks, voice steady. "Leo. I understand why you're concerned-"

"Do you?"

"-but I promise you, I'm not going to do anything bad with them. I just want to show them to your dad."

"Still saying you know our dad, huh?" he says, the suspicion clear.

"I do know your dad, Leo." She takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly. He has every right to be cautious, she reminds herself, even if this is eating into their time tonight. "Look, Donnie already let me take his picture. He trusts me not to do anything with it."

"Yeah, well Donnie-" Leo starts, but then he seems to remember Mikey is there, and drops it mid-sentence. Which is good, because April can handle Leo being a jerk to her, but if he started badmouthing his brother they would be having words. "I just... worry he hasn't thought it through," he fixes it to.

"But Dee's a genius, right?" says Mikey. "I bet he has. He probably has some way to make sure she can't do anything bad with the pictures!"

That's not true, or at least, April is pretty sure that's not true (she did give him the phone, though, so maybe...) but if believing that will help them be comfortable with this she won't correct them.

Leo hesitates again, and she can tell he's struggling with his doubt over Donnie's intentions and his self-held rule of trying to keep Mikey's opinion of his brothers positive. Apparently, the latter wins, because he sighs and folds his arms and says, "Fine. But you're only taking a picture of me."

"Awww, Leo, come on," whines Mikey, but Leo ignores him, staring April down.

April wants to argue, too, but she knows if she pushes, Leo will just refuse to have his own picture taken too, and they won't get anywhere. Furthermore, he has info Donnie needs - if he becomes completely uncooperative then she won't get that either.

Deciding to cut her losses, April sighs and nods. "Deal."

Mikey looks thoroughly unhappy, but Leo seems to untense just slightly at the agreement. "Okay. Let's get it over with, then."

He walks over to the wall where their scale and measuring devices are stationed and raises both of his arms the same way Donnie had. April bites back her second round of nausea tonight and shakes her head.

"Nope, not like that. We're gonna do something more natural."

It's easier in here without the fence to deal with. She considers for a moment, then nods at the pool and says, "Sit on the steps. I'll take your picture there."

"Ugh, fine." He moves to do what she says, flopping on the steps with an annoyed grunt. It's such a teenager thing of him to do that she almost laughs, but she quickly swallows it before he gets more annoyed with her.

"Great! Now... sit however you want to... yeah, that's fine," she says after he pulls up one knee and leans back on his arms. She pulls her phone up with the camera on, adjusts the framing, then says, "Fair warning, it's going to flash." He shrugs. "Now... do you want to smile?"

He thinks a second, and then he smiles - closed lips, no teeth, more of a wry smirk than a full smile. But the way he tilts his head as he does it is so natural.

She takes the photo. Then she gets in closer and takes another. Then she pulls them up to look them over.

Like with Donnie the lighting is dim, but Leo is still plenty visible, and April can't help but smile.

"Dang, Leo... I have to say, the camera loves you."

"Ooo, lemme see!" says Mikey, and April turns the phone so he can look. Immediately his eyes are sparkling as he leans in to see more clearly. "She's right. You look great, Leo!"

Leo is trying to look uninterested, but she sees through him in the way he approaches. She doesn't make him ask, just flips the phone screen his way so he can look, too.

He leans in, and she something appears in Leo's face that she hasn't seen since she's come to visit him. Something soft and vulnerable and wondering - something she's sure he'd never intentionally show her, but something in the photo has brought it out of him anyway.

"That's... me?" he says finally, like he doesn't believe it.

"That's you!" she says cheerfully, even as she's trying not to think about how sad that question is. Come to think of it, there are no mirrors in here, and any reflective surfaces would likely show them a distorted image - this might be the clearest way Leo's had to see himself in years. "Pretty handsome, right?"

Leo's eyes flicker up at her just a moment, then they go back to the picture. "Handsome..." he repeats, reaching up and running his finger over the markings on his face. Mikey is watching him, with an understanding in his eyes that seems way, way too old for a thirteen-year-old, and, not for the first time, April realizes he isn't as naïve as he acts.

Even though her time for the night is dwindling, April doesn't pull the phone back until Leo finally looks away. Almost immediately his expression is back to being as annoyed as ever, but she knows that's just a mask. One day she hopes he can take it off, but for now she lets him keep it.

"You said you took Donnie's picture, too," said Mikey. "Can we see?"

"Of course!" she says, and pulls up Donnie's selfies, picking her favorite to show them. "Here we go; I had to let him take these himself 'cause of the fence."

Mikey looks, his eyes going wide, and Leo comes to join him, something less open and more complicated in his expression.

"Look, Leo, he has the same color eyes as you!" says Mikey, pointing. "And a matching scar!"

Leo's fingertips brush over the scar on his face, but he doesn't comment on it. "We all have the same color eyes, Mikey."

"We do? Oh, oh, and look," he continues, barreling on without waiting for an answer, "he has purple markings on his arms! I think his snout's longer than ours, too."

"Yeah, guess so."

"And what's up with his shell? Why's it look like that?"

"He's a soft shell." Leo frowns. "You didn't remember that?"

Mikey blinks once, twice. "Uh, I think I did, actually. Uh, maybe." He's still staring at the photo, but April can see his eyes starting to get glassy. "I... maybe I knew that, but I never really thought about what it meant? I... I forgot what he looks like."

He sniffs, harsh, and then the tears start rolling. "Oh, baby," says April softly, while Leo just tucks Mikey under his arm.

"I forgot what my own brothers look like," Mikey says, his voice thick and wet. "I forgot... and if I forgot... I'm sorry."

"Nothin' to be sorry for," says April. She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm, glancing at Leo, but he doesn't do anything to stop her this time. Mikey hiccups at the touch but doesn't pull away. "What is it?"

"I just... did they forget what we look like, too?" He glances up at Leo, then sniffs again. "Will they even recognize us?"

April decides this isn't the time to bring up how it'd be hard to confuse them for anyone else, because, while true, it's not really the point. What she goes for instead is a different but still practical answer: she waves the phone at him.

"I'll show them the pictures, okay? So now they'll remember, too." She looks up at Leo again. "That okay with you, Leo?"

He jerks his head as he looks away from Mikey, and she can practically see the gears working while he comes to a decision. Much as April hates making Mikey cry, it seems it's worked in her favor.

Because Leo sighs, and says, "I guess if you're doing that you need to take a picture of Mikey, too."

Mikey's eyes go wide in surprise, before he sniffles loudly and then turns and jumps onto his brother, who holds onto him with a good-natured chuckle. "Thanks, Leo!" he says, his tears still trickling down his face, and Leo just sighs and pats his shell until he eventually stops.

April takes Mikey's picture, and he and Leo ooh and aah over it just as much as they had Leo's. She gets the information she needs, and gives a promise that she'll show the pictures to Donnie and Raph as soon as she can.

Raph... well, she's pretty sure he won't actually know what he's looking at. Honestly, April still isn't even sure if he can see.

But she knows Donnie is going to be ecstatic. She can't wait to show him.

#100 feet and a world away #my fanfic #rise leonardo #rise michelangelo #rise april #not proofreading because it's almost 1AM lol byeee

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bxd-decisions · 1 year

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◈ "RUNNING THROUGH THE MONSOON. BEYOND THE WORLD, TILL THE END OF TIME." ⸻ KAKUCHO

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Kakucho was sent on an assassination mission, but it all went a bit wrong. And you found yourself running away with him from danger, but you and him come to love each other through it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad life.

◈ PAIRING︙ Bonten!Kakucho x afab!reader

◈ GENRE︙Bonten au, dark content, smut, fluff

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 4.8k

◈ WARNINGS︙ violence, mentions of murder, attempted murder, dark content, smut, fingering, alcohol usage, dom!Kakucho, sub!reader, fem bodied!reader unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

The sound of footsteps on the wet ground, the rain pouring down. The men walked in silence alongside Kakucho. They were just… men that worked for Bonten. He was walking with a purpose. And that purpose was to assassinate someone.

You.

Your apartment building was just a few more metres away. He was almost there. There were a few lights burning in several apartments. Kakucho was a patient man, but his men? Not so much, but it's not like he really worried about how impatient they were. They were just there. Just. There.

"Can't we just go in already?" One of his men asked with impatience very much visible in his tone, which earned a glare from Kakucho who was fixing his black leather gloves. "We have to wait. There are still people in that building who are awake. We don't want to cause a scene and get caught. Do you know how Mikey will react? You'll all be dead." He said sternly, averting his gaze back to the building.

His men went silent from his rather… sharky remark.

— 00:12am

The rain was a bit more silent. The apartment building was also silent. More and more homes during the duration of the rainy evening got their peace and settled in bed. Now. Now was the perfect time. Kakucho gestured for his men to follow him towards the apartment building. Instead of going in the elevator, he and his men took the stairs. There were about three stories they had to climb of stairs until they got to the floor you lived on.

"Number 23." Kakucho whispered to his men while he sauntered through the hall. About 6 apartments down, he finally got to his destination. He briefly turned to his men, "You wait out here. If anything goes wrong, you guys will go back to Mikey." He ordered them before he turned on his heel and faced the door. He attempted to pick the lock, only to see… your apartment door was unlocked.

How naive.

The scarred faced couldn't stop himself from letting out a quiet chuckle. He so so so slowly twisted the door knob, making sure to not even make a single sound. The door creaked however when he pushed it open, but it wasn't enough to draw any attention. At least not yet. Upon entering the apartment, his boots made a very soft thudding sound on the wooden floor with each slow step, each step in the apartment at his search for you, where he finally heard your voice behind a door, along with the sound of a shower running. You were in the shower. Singing in the shower.

You didn't even hear any noises, or suspect anything bad to happen either. It was just another peaceful night for you. You usually never locked your apartment door anyways, because the place was safe. Not once was there any kind of bad incident. You had no idea you were even on a hitlist. Why would you be anyways? You just lived a normal and peaceful life. At least you thought so. You did. But people didn't like that — for some reason.

You turned the shower off, taking a deep breath as you inhaled the fresh smell and the steam before stepping out with your drenched body and right after, you wrapped a white, fluffy towel around your body. Your hair was wet and droplets of water fell on the ground with each step you took to the bathroom door. You reached for the knob and casually opened the door, but you had a big, big shock.

"Don't. Don't scream." A black haired man, holding a gun in his hand — with a silencer attached to it. He was pointing the weapon at your head and the only thing you could do was nod and hold your hands up in the air with a fearful look painted on your features. "Don't hurt me please." You pleaded to the man before you. You spoke softly, and you felt so vulnerable, so nude. The only thing stopping you from being naked was the towel covering your nudity from this intruder.

Kakucho eyed you. Not in a perverted way. But in a way that… he was unsure of what to do with you. It was easy to just pull the trigger and end you… right? It was routine for him by now. But what was stopping him now? Maybe the scared look you had on your pretty face. Or the way you looked so innocent that you wouldn't even harm a fly. He let out an irritated huff as he lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of his nose, leaving a red mark on his otherwise perfect skin. He let out a long, long sigh. "Look, I'm here to warn you. I was sent here to kill you. But you need to just… pack your things and get out of here. Far away from here where no one can find you, okay?" This was more of an order than a question and you'd be able to tell that in the tone of his stern voice.

"What? Why are you here to kill me? Who sent you?" You finally had the guts to question this man, while your hands and arms had a very firm grip on the towel that was hiding your nudity. You had a look of confusion and fear on your beautiful face.

How could this man just barge in and order you to leave? And who the hell sent him to kill you? You were so confused by all of this and quite frankly — you were terrified too.

"I can't just… leave."

Kakucho was pretty sure he was gonna break his nose by the amount of times he was pinching it. He let out another long sigh, "My boss, Mikey. He sent me. And you have to leave. Okay? If they find you, I'm dead too. You'll be killed too if they find out you're alive." Kakucho simply didn't have it in him to kill you.

'what am I doing?' Mentally, he was cursing himself for being such a pussy.

"Mikey? Who the hell is that?" Of course you didn't know who Mikey was. That cake was no surprise to him. Therefore he just shook his head. The amount of questions you were bombarding him with was giving him a headache. "It doesn't matter. Just… get out of here. For your own good." Kakucho tucked his gun away again before turning on his heel and walking to the door of your apartment. You, however, ran into your room and got yourself in some clothing. You couldn't help but to take his warning seriously, so you began packing some things.

Kakucho left your apartment building without another word. He felt so stupid for doing what he did. If Mikey ever found out, he'd be dead. He closed the door behind him and looked at his men who still stood there with the most serious looks on their faces. "Is she dead?" One of the men asked to which Kakucho just nodded in return. He felt like this was just gonna go down hill. His gut kept on telling him that.

"Let's go and see then."

Kakucho felt like he was on a rollercoaster, and the man hated roller coasters by the way. When the man said those words, he hastily shook his head and attempted to walk past the man, "There's nothing to look at." He tried to talk him out of it.

"Then let me go check." The man insisted and stormed past him, "Come with me and show me?" He added to which Kakucho in response grabbed onto his wrist with a firm grasp, "I said there is nothing to look at. She's dead. I blew her brains out." He gritted his teeth but the man pulled loose and barged into your apartment, with Kakucho running behind him.

When the man stormed into your home, you were still, in a panic, packing your clothes, but you froze when the man broke your door down and stared at you dead in the eye. His icy glare said murder. You were sure it was the end for you. The look on his face made your stomach turn and your eyes widen from pure terror. "D-don't-" Your protests were silenced by Kakucho knocking the man in the back of his neck with his gun before locking his panicked eyes onto yours.

"Come on!" He grabbed your wrist without even asking or thinking twice. He had a tight grip on you and dragged you out of your apartment, and thankfully for you, the elevator was right next to your apartment, but that wasn't exactly safe since two more of Kakucho's men remained outside of your apartment. However Kakucho had remarkable reflexes and combat skills so he kicked the men away when they tried to grab you or him and hastily got you both into the elevator. You were both running on pure adrenaline. "What are you doing?!" The elevator went down, Kakucho didn't say a word to you, as soon as the door opened he dragged you along once more, "Just follow me."

He tried to remain as calm and composed as he could. It was extremely dark, but the streets were busy. The way Kakucho pulled you along didn't go noticed by anyone though, only by the men who were on your tails. Therefore when Kakucho looked back he cursed out and tried to just run a bit faster, "Just get into the car!" Kakucho grabbed the keys from an old man before kicking him so hard he almost went flying across the street. The car door was still open so he shoved you inside and hastily got in, shutting the door and in a panic, he dropped the keys.

"Fuck!" With his shaking hands, he searched for the keys, and finally he got hold of them and started the engine of the vehicle. Without a second thought, he drove off. He didn't care about how many traffic rules he broke. Again, he was running on pure adrenaline. He was panting heavily, "L-look… I'm sorry for this. But we're stuck together now, okay? If Bonten finds one of us, we're dead, got it?!" Kakucho yelled at you, and the panic was visible in his tone and on his face. He was still mentally cursing himself for doing this. But, it was done, guess it was something he couldn't change. He betrayed Mikey and Bonten now, and he'd now have not only the cops, but Bonten on his trail. Somehow, he'd need to keep you safe too.

You just accepted your fate. You were stuck with this strange man. A man that apparently was formerly part of an organisation called Bonten. You heard about them on the news. But not once did you ever think you'd be involved with one of them. But now, you were and you had to accept that reality. "Okay then… What's your name?" You sat there in silence, until you finally had the courage to ask him what his name was. You needed to know. You were stuck with him now, right?

"Kakucho Hitto. You're Y/n L/n. I know." He couldn't help but to chuckle, yeah, that must have sounded very very creepy, but after all, you shouldn't have been surprised because he did break into YOUR home to assassinate YOU. So obviously he had to know simple things like your name, your age, and your address. You also, just accepted it with a nod, "Uhm… yeah. I am."

An awkward silence was casted upon the both of you. Kakucho was driving the car and seemed to have calmed down more from the panic, fear and adrenaline he experienced earlier. The same could be said for you, your breathing was more under control, and you weren't shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.

Kakucho drove, and drove, and drove. You passed out beside him in the car out of exhaustion. But he just carried on travelling until he finally came to a stop by a large building that seemed to be a hotel. Dawn was already breaking, it had been a few long hours since he had run away with you. Kakucho looked at your sleeping form for a good minute. He still questioned himself and why he decided to save you. Why was he so stupid? He was now literally a walking target. A dead man. He just committed suicide. A suicide that would be delayed for as long as he decided to run away from his monsoon of problems and danger he caused for the both of you. But whatever, there was no use to sit around and dwell over it. He'd leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's him.

Kakucho slowly reached out to you and took hold of your shoulder. He began to shake you very very gently, just enough to wake you up, which surprisingly didn't take very long.

You let out a deep breath, along with a very tired whine before opening your eyes. Your neck and back was cramping from sitting and sleeping. It was far from being comfortable to say the least. But it was better than being dead. You kept telling yourself that. "Where are we?" You looked over a Kakucho, before looking in front of you, at the hotel. Figured, a rich guy like him would book into a hotel room.

"Are we crashing here for the night?"

Kakucho nodded at your question, "Let's go." Kakucho opened the car door and got out of the car. He stood in front of the car and waited for you to follow suit — which you did without question. You were unsure if it was smart to just crash at a hotel when you guys had dangerous men after you, but you trusted Kakucho for some reason. Upon entering the building, Kakucho nudged you towards the counter. You looked back at him with a confused expression, "Get us a room." He muttered to which you nodded and turned back to the receptionist and gave her a smile.

Ordering the room was easy. Kakucho paid for it though. You and him got to the elevator of the hotel and went up about… 4 floors. It was again, silent.

Kakucho kept on stealing glances at you. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. How easy it was to be around you. How you seemed to keep quiet even if he dragged you through hell and back. He was fascinated by this. He was starting to understand why he made the foolish decisions that he made. It was because he didn't want to be alone, being around you somehow soothed his soul and brought him a sense of purpose. Being in Bonten? It felt like a chore, a repetitive cycle. Something he grew tired of. But now he found something new.

The man was so lost in thought, he flinched when the elevator doors opened. He cleared his throat and gave you a reassuring smile, "Come on." He muttered, you followed him, as expected all the way to the hotel room. There was only one bed, and a couch. Kakucho was no stranger to sleeping on a couch, "I'll take the couch." Kakucho closed and locked the door and settled himself on the couch immediately after, letting out a pleased and tired groan. He was tired, very tired.

You looked around the room with curious eyes, but the second your eyes landed on the bed, you felt yourself grow tired again, it was like an instinct took over. Like your body told you to drop everything and collapse on that damned bed, which you did do. It was so comfortable, nothing registered anymore. Not Kakucho's words mattered, all you cared for was the comfort and rest the bed gave you as you drifted off to a nice, comfortable and deep sleep.

It felt like a routine by now. Travelling everyday with Kakucho, with no end in sight. Life was just on the run and to be completely honest, it tired you out. Here you were again.

Kakucho and yourself had just lost your car and were running in an alleyway, away from some of Bonten's goons. "Slow down!" You yelled for Kakucho who was way faster than you. Kakucho slowed down and swiftly scooped you up in his strong arms, he began running with you, "Sorry. I forgot you can't keep up." Kakucho chuckled as he ran. The running seemed to have no end, however, finally, the running came to a stop when he found an old and abandoned warehouse. It was better than nothing. He carried you all the way inside and finally, he relieved you from.his grasp, "Well, here we are. We should be safe here for-"

Kakucho suddenly pulled you against him, and he moved against a wall when he saw a figure out of the window, searching the place. You already knew how things worked so you stayed quiet. Although, you were scared, as usual. But Kakucho was there — he could feel how you were trembling, so the man very gently held your chin with his thumb and index finger and very gently and slowly tilted your head up, so you looked into his mesmerising heterochromia eyes. He was a handsome man. Something you never really noticed until that very moment. It was like… you were unable to take your eyes off of him. He drowned all the fear and panic away that boiled in your soul.

Kakucho was feeling a similar sensation when he looked down at the fearful eyes that slowly shifted to one that… he couldn't describe. Were you looking at him with love? Fondness? Indifference? He wasn't sure, but it gave him goosebumps and made his heart race. Kakucho couldn't stop himself any longer. It was like… the way you looked at him awakened a monsoon of love and lust that suddenly felt for you — thus, Kakucho carefully leaned down and locked his lips with yours, and he suddenly felt like… he had just returned home from a very long journey. He felt like he was sitting by a fireplace in the middle of a snowstorm… warm. Warmth that filled his cold soul and heart.

You were rather surprised by this action of his, but you too, felt like you just found a safe haven and you couldn't stop yourself from returning the kiss with the same amounts of love and passion. Things happened. Bizarre things did. But it led you to this man who took your heart and put it back together. He had made you feel special. Safe. Wanted… when no one else did. It was a warm feeling. It burned. But in a good way. His lips tasted like honey and you felt yourself craving more and more, but sadly Kakucho had to break the kiss and ruin the moment. But he still gave you a smile when you looked up at him with those puppy eyes and blushed cheeks.

"Just wait a little bit." Kakucho whispered before glancing out of the window for a few good seconds. It was clear. Your stalkers were gone…

For now.

Thus, Kakucho backed away from the wall, "Let's look around." He muttered. He was using a very very soft indoor voice — as if he was in a library. But he had to be careful. You followed Kakucho around the building before coming to a door, which would probably be the old staff room, or break room… something like that. Kakucho picked the lock and entered the room, and a smile came to his face, an immense smile. There was a bottle of scotch in there and it made him very happy. "Bingo."

Kakucho took long strides to the bottle while you stepped in and closed the door. You let out a smile because of his happiness, "Can I also have some?" You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Kakucho let out a chuckle, he removed the lid from the bottle and took a long sip of the scotch, the auburn liquid burned down his throat and immediately relaxed him. "Here." He held the bottle out to you which, that you gratefully took.

The liquor tasted strong. It burned your throat and made your skin crawl — drinking wasn't really your thing, but after everything you'd been through? It was needed. You handed the bottle of the auburn liquid back to Kakucho which he just placed down on the table, thereafter he just… looked at you. His face was unreadable to you and his gaze made you slightly uneasy and filled you with wonder. "What?" You gave him a wholehearted smile.

The smile you graced him with instantly made his heart melt. He felt like a school child who just invited his crush on a first date when you were smiling like that. Kakucho would never get bored of how everything about you resonated within him. "Nothing… I just…" Kakucho looked down at the ground with a boyish grin. He suddenly took one long step to you and without warning or hesitation he pulled you in for another loving kiss filled with all the passion and lust he possessed in his soul. He wanted you. All of you. You made his heart pound and his head spin. He just couldn't control himself any longer. And truth be told neither could you, thus — you happily returned the kiss.

Kakucho's hands had a firm grip onto your perfect hips while you had your fingers tangled into his hair. That small action awakened his lust for you even more as he pushed his tongue past your sweet lips to get a better taste of you. He backed you up, until you fell onto the only couch in the room, before getting on and hovering over you, his passion for the kiss never stopping — not even air mattered to him in that moment. Only when you broke the kiss yourself, your lungs begged for air but the way you looked at him with that lustful glow in your pretty eyes, and string of saliva that connected to your lips drove him completely mad. His lips attached themselves to your sweet neck and he left love marks all over your soft skin — marking you and claiming you as his.

"Need you." Kakucho mumbled while he planted more kisses all over your skin and his big hands travelled all over your perfectly sculpted body, finally reaching under your shirt and letting out a low growl upon feeling your soft and warm skin on his hands. He caressed your entire torso, not even missing a spot. He made sure to take his sweet time fondling with your breasts before sliding his hands underneath your bra to feel your bare skin.

His touches were addictive and you found yourself wanting more and more of his sinful touch, "K-kaku… more please." The arousal pooling in the lower half of your body only got worse and worse with each second he teased your delicate skin, but it soon ended when he pulled your shirt off and unclipped your bra. The clothing material scattered on the floor in an instant before you suddenly felt his soft lips wrapping around your sensitive nipple, his tongue flicking and licking it which made you squirm and moan from how good he made you feel.

He let out a low chuckle and he dipped his one hand down between your thighs and in your pants and panties, rubbing slowly circles onto your wet clit, he couldn't help but to laugh, "So need for me… hmmm?" He purred, pushing two of his long fingers into your weeping hole and pumping them in and out of you in the most delicious way. Which made you gasp from the sudden intrusion, the pleasure was addicting.

"F-fuck… go good…" you whined out, throwing your head back while you pulled and tugging on his hair. It made him grunt lowly from the delicious sting he felt on his scalp from each tug. He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few more minutes before he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, grinning down at you. He kissed down your torso until he got to the waistline of your jeans, he didn't ask. He knew he had your permission already, therefore he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans before tugging them down your legs with your panties. Once he threw the clothing material down on the ground, he observed your bare legs with sheer lust. Those thighs could drive a man insane. He left how his pants got tighter and tighter against his dick it almost got painful, the way your arousal stuck to your thighs turned him ok beyond anything else. But to be honest, your whole body was just perfect for him and he grew more needy and hungry for you by every passing second.

"Your so fucking beautiful… fuck-" Kakucho growled lowly and in a rush he began to loosen his belt and tug his pants down along with his underwear and finally freeing his rock hard cock from that painful tightness of his pant, "I need to feel you, baby." He whispered to you as he lined up with your wet entrance, he looked into your eyes, and leaned down to plant a loving kiss on your lips before pushing himself into your warmth. It made his head spin, you were tight and went and he would never get used to how delicious you felt around his cock, how you stretched open around him.

"Fuck…" he moaned out.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open, it felt like you were getting split in half — but in a good way. It was like his dick was made just for you, just to fuck you and make you feel good, "K-kaku… fuck… move please… I need you"

Kakucho felt himself snapping and becoming a feral animal at the words, 'I need you.' Like you awakened his primal side which told him to ram his needy cock inside of your pretty hole — which is exactly what he did. Without any second thought, he began to move his hips against you at a rough and fast pace, immediately hitting your sweet spot over and over with each thrust of his hips. You were seeing stars from it. He made you feel so unimaginably good it was almost overwhelming but you found yourself wanting more and more. Your hands moved to his shoulders with a firm grip that left scratch marks on his skin that made him groan and moan out from the sensation.

"Keep doing that sweetheart." He whispered while his hips slammed against yours over and over with no sight in end, he was on cloud 9; and so were you. Each thrust of his hips edged you all the more closer to your very much craved high. You walled tightened around him, and he could swear that feeling was so good and he never ever wanted to stop fucking you if you felt that good, he would never stop if he could, although he couldn't ignore how he was getting closer and closer to his own peek, he couldn't help it. "I'm gonna cum." He warned you, and you nodded in agreement, "Me t-too… fuck!" With that said, your legs were shaking and you felt your orgasm hit you like a speeding train which made you squirm and your body twitch.

Your orgasm triggered his own, his dick was twitching violently and he finally broke and fell apart, shooting his seed deep inside of you with a low moan of your name, "Fuck…" His hips stuttered but he kept on moving against your, the feeling just didn't stop, but he legs finally threatened to fail him, so his movements came to a halt. He was panting hard but he smiled down at you. You looked so tired and fucked out and the same as him, you were panting.

"I… love you" he whispered.

You smiled at him.

"I love you too." You planted a kiss on his lips, the smile soon fading though.

Kakucho pulling you close. He just wanted to hold you close but the way your smile disappeared didn't go unnoticed by him, "What's up?"

"What happens if we ever get caught?" You asked.

"Well, then I guess… jail. Or we're dead. But until then, we'll just run… and stick together." Kakucho pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"But I promise I'll protect you with my life." He promised you.

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caseylicious · 2 years

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Two Sides of a Story.

Request: Can you write an angsty Rise!Donnie x FEM!Reader? Where the reader doesn't know how Donnie feels about a relationship. She also has like a terrible self esteem, so she hides her feelings behind witty banter. But it gets overwhelming sometimes.

Summary: Reader has feelings for Donnie, however has a terrible self-esteem. What happens during one of their heated argument, she accidentally reveals her feelings?

Character: Donnie.

Reader: FEMALE

Relationship: CRUSH! (No established romantic relationship.)

Warning: Heavy Argument, Bad Self esteem, Angst if, of course you're not into that.

Words: 1444 (with the hcs and oneshots)

A/N: Thank you for being my first request! (Even though I have accidentally answered it unfinished) I remembered the majority of the request! So yay!! ALSO thank you for the angst dear! Please know that I love you even if you aren't perfect.

Also, I have no clue if you wanted headcanons or a Oneshot, so why not? Let's just do both! I'm in a good mood after all. I WILL BE WRITING A PART 2 OMG <; 3 Please Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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This wasn't right. You having a crush on Donnie out of all people? You really thought feelings like this wouldn't appear around him. You thought it was going to be another little "He's Attractive, that's all." But oohh no... You just had to find him comforting to be around. It really started when you were staying over to get help for your project; and who better to get advice than the science man himself? Donnie!

So there you both were, him leaning over to check over all of your math. It wasn't until he complimented your work that your heart all of a sudden fluttered. It felt strange, wrong. Not because he was a mutated turtle, no! It was just.. you were nothing like him. At all.

Did you look at yourself? Your face didn't look right, Your curves are non-existent. Have you heard your voice, it just didn't sound.. right. Nothing about you was right. And you sobbed over those factors of yourself every single night. But, your feelings are stronger than your own thoughts. You couldn't stop your heart from fluttering and stomach from twisting, yet you somehow "knew" that he wasn't interested in you. Nor in any romantic relationship, especially with you.

So, the only thing you could do to defend yourself? Was to have a whole different identity around him. But you knew he could see through your defenses. Which made him curious and confused.

But no. You chose to have an argument about your attitude around yourself. It made Donnie's brothers concerned, especially since you both have gotten along really well. They knew he didn't like social interaction, so watching you and him bicker; back and forth? They knew something had to change, and April had a plan.

"Guys, how long can we keep listening to them argue?" April crossed her arms, leaning against a pole. Leo sighed as Mikey had a frown.

"It's hurting them both..." He bit his lip a little, trying to find the words to their situation. "How long until one of them breaks?" Raph thought to himself, trying to get "Mental Raph" to help in their problem. Leo let out a groan, clearly annoyed. "Why can't they just tell each other they like each other? And just like- I don't know. Make out?"

The group stared at Leo, Aprils' brows furrowed together. "I know Raph doesn't have the best ideas, but Leo. What the heck?"

"Well, what can WE do? It's not like Y/N is going to stop with Donnie. Do you think she enjoys arguing with him?" April was going to argue with Leo, before Raph stopped them. "Guys, why are they even arguing anyways? They totally like each other... I mean it's obvious." Mikey looked up to the ceiling for a while... "You hear anything, Mikey?" The youngest brother smiled, "Doctor Feelings has an idea." The others curious, soon began to listen in...

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💜 Donnie

He didn't expect himself to get along with someone like you! Especially since you were such an attractive girl in his eyes.

He liked how you listened to all of his rants about his new inventions. How you were so patient whenever he focused on his own things...

You were just perfect.

In fact, you bring him a moment of peace whenever you're around. It's one of the reasons he had a crush on you. But being dull as a brick; he couldn't recognize you felt the same way.

Which was why he was very confused on why you suddenly changed how you acted. Was it something to do with him?

Was he being weird?? Were you beginning to become bored of him and his inventions?

He needed answers.

It was only one question, he thought you'd respond with an answer he could understand.

But you reacted in a way, that he never expected.

"Why? You have a problem with how I act?"

"Well, no... but I'm confused what's with the sudden attitude."

"It's not like you'd understand."

"Excuse me?"

And that's how your bickering began.

If that's how you were going to act? Fine, he can play that game too.

He was just hurt forcing himself to argue with you, it was to protect his own feelings...

Under his stoic expression, was him overthinking.

Did you hate him?

Was what he said too harsh?

But his logical part of him always powered his emotions.

Well, she chose to start this.

I'm not going to let her treat me like that.

He over all just wanted to talk with you. He wanted things to return to how they were.

Can things please return to how it was?

While he was working on his own project alone, Mikey chose to invade his room.

"Heyy Donnie, You've been working pretty hard. Let's hang out! Y'know?"

Donnie, giving it some thought. He needed a distraction from you.

"Sure. Where you plan on taking us?"

"Oho, You'll see Don!"

He should've asked even further, but chose to trust his younger brother.

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You were laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was getting bad again. The bad thoughts were taking over your head, and they just kept getting worse. Before things could got worse, you received a text by April. "Urghh..." You slowly rolled to your side. Lazily grabbing your phone opening the text.

<;( Y/N, want to get some pizza? We haven't had a girls' night in like forever! )

You thought to yourself for a while... Should you really go? You weren't feeling the best, but there was no food in the fridge.. You smiled to yourself. Beginning to type.

( Yeah. Why not? I don't have any food at all! LOL )>

April's and Mikey's plan was into the works, receiving the text from Mikey that Donnie was on the move. You and Donnie had no clue of you both having to talk out your problems.

You quickly went down the stairs of your apartment to see April. You could see she had a mischievous smile. "What's with the smile?" You poked her face a little, as she moved your hand away from her face. "Well, I'm... just excited to see you girl!" You were suspicious of what she was planning, but you shrugged it off. "Aww. How sweet." You both walked down the streets of New York, under the moonlight. You loved New York for the night sky. Even if the traffic makes it unbearable. It was dark, starry, and purple... Oh. Just like Donnie...

As you both arrived to the pizzeria, your eyes widened. Right in front of you... Was Mikey and Donnie. He was as confused and shocked as you were. "Come and sit down Y/N! We ordered your favorite!" Hesitant; April helped you sit down. You were sitting in front of Donnie, this wasn't good.

"Well... Y/N, how was your day?" He smiled taking a slice for himself. You gulped, stuttering a bit. "...I- it was fine." Donnie was getting irritated in this situation. You were clearly uncomfortable with him being around you. He should've seen his brothers and April plan a stunt like this from a mile away. If they planned on making you both talk, then fine. You were going to tell him why you were acting so weird.

"Mmm- D. You good-?"

"Why are you acting so weird whenever I'm around Y/N?"

You could feel your throat break, but you couldn't break now. "Are you still bothered by how I act, Don?" His sharpie-brows furrowed. "Yes, indeed I am. I just want things to go back to normal!" Mikey looked at Donnie, worried. "D-donnie calm do-"

"You're always concerned on whether or not I'm acting normal!"

"I am, NOT! You just chose to act like this all of a sudden, and I deserve an answer." He glared into your eyes.

"Well, why are you SO concerned then?! It's none of your business anyway!!"

"Y/N calm down-"

"Because I'm worried about you- It's as if, you don't care about me. As if you suddenly see me as a monster!"

"I- i don't see you as a monster Donnie-" "Then why? Why are you all of a sudden like this?!-" "Because I love you Donnie!! God fucking damn it!!" Your voice broke, as the table was filled with silence. Donnie was shocked to your answer.

God. Fucking. Damn. It...

You bit your bottom lip, as tears fell down your eyes. Looking at Donnie. Hurt. All of your insecurities attacking you at once, you ran.

"Y/N! Wait!" Donnie quickly stood up, watching as you ran.

You began to sob, running away from him.

Now he knows what a pathetic girl you are...

[ To be Continued... ]

#morilicious #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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Everything Ends: Part 5

Tmnt Masterlist. Ultimate Masterlist. Everything Ends Masterlist.

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With The Turtles

The air was tense, no one had said a thing while the Turtle Tank drove along the ruined tunnels of New York. Everyone was on edge, but more importantly, they were all hurting. Mikey and Donnie had just lost their older brother, Casey had lost the hope of saving the future and Leo?

He not only lost his brother and his chance to make a change, but he also lost you.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, the silence is killing me!" Mikey cried out, more so out of frustration than any pent-up sadness and anger. Donnie nodded his head, flicking his eyes between the road and his younger brother, "For once I agree with 'anglo, we need to just- we need to talk about what's happening, what's going to happen."

"I already told you, I have a plan." Leo moaned out, his glare pointed at his own reflection in the large windows of the Turtle Tank. The lack of light in the underground allowed his figure to be extremely visible, and therefore, allowed him to criticise everything that he despised about himself.

The Turtle Tank swerved and stuttered as it made it through narrow archways, eventually though, Donnie was able to navigate the group towards Raph's location. Leo flicked his hand up in the air, in a very 'I-told-you-so' manner, "See? Smooth sailing. We'll have Raph in no time."

"I hope he's okay." Mikey mewled, "What are we gonna do when we find him once we get there?" he turned to the brainiest turtle of the bunch, but Donatello could only shrug. Donnie tried his best to turn his attention to Leo, but in the end, he decided to speak over his shoulder, "I have many questions regarding 'once we get there'."

"I said I've got a plan, you guys need to relax." the reluctant leader groaned, but his words didn't provide the hope his brothers were expecting. Throughout the journey Casey remained quiet, he couldn't help but feel guilty for all that transpired. Sure, he wasn't the catalyst, and the Kraang invasion was bound to happen.

But...

Raph was never taken in his timeline, you and Leo never broke up in his timeline, Leo wasn't this...careless in his timeline. Everything was the same, and yet so very, very different. Casey noticed the ungrateful looks passed his way by the so-called Leader in blue, it hurt to see someone who meant so much to him treat him like the dirt he walked on. Maybe Master Leonardo was wrong, he was mistaken to send Casey and should have come back himself.

"Casey!" Leo shouted, grabbing the teen's attention. The boy jolted awake, scratching the back of his head out of awkwardness, "Yes, sorry?"

"I said, 'do you know how and where the Kraang keep their victims?'" Leo mumbled out, still not overly joyed by Future Boys presence. Casey shook his head, "No, the Kraang don't take prisoners."

That really boosted morale.

The air went still once more, maybe everyone was mulling over the upcoming dread. Casey kept offering glances to Leo, eventually, the red-eared slider caught on and snapped, "What?"

Casey jumped at the raised tone, wringing his hands together to calm his nerves. He looked towards the ground, fighting what he originally intended to say, but his mother raised no liar, "A-are you and (Y/N) going to be okay?"

At the mere mention of your name, Leo's whole body deflated. He slouched back into Raph's command chair, he looked ever so small against its large stature. A few tears threatened to fall but he held them back, be emotionless like Donnie he'd repeat to himself like a mantra.

"I-I don't know," he eventually said, his voice sorrowful. He looked up to Casey with defeated eyes, "What were we like in the future?" God did Casey not want to relive seeing your death play in his mind, he also couldn't tell Leo that you died; maybe he lacked the courage to do so.

"I-" he paused, "You were like my parents, you raised me when my own mother passed. You taught me how to be a strong warrior and (Y/N) taught me how to love and be hopeful even when all was lost."

Leo smiled at that, you always had strong morals, always had a deep sense of hope and that everything would work out in the end. Maybe this was another test, another one of life's ways to see if you and Leo were truly meant to be. But if you were together in the future then surely everything must work out in the end.

Then something daunting arose in the dark caverns of Leo's mind: Were. You were like my parents, not you're. Past tense.

Leo slowly turned to Casey with wide eyes, "Y-you said were?"

"Huh?" Casey hummed, trying his hardest not to let such a secret slip. Leo shook his head and pointed an accusing finger at Casey, "You said were, we were like your parents. Casey, what happens to me and (Y/N) in the future?"

Casey started to sweat, it was at times like these that he wished he shaved his hair like his mother. Just as he opened his mouth the vehicle stopped and Donnie's voice cut the tension, "We're here!"

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turtlebros4u · 1 year

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Counterculture Terrapins (1/4)

I was thinking about doing something short but then I kept adding detail so here we are. Inspired by someone mentioning that Donnie does Raph's tattoos (I forgot when and who I saw that from or else I would link it cuz it was so cute). Also I have a rudimentary knowledge of how tattoos work I haven't gotten my first one yet so I've done my best to Google some things.

Also in case anyone is upset at the mention of needles, like me, I have avoided using that word when talking about tattooing.

Donnie

You're sitting next to Raph on the couch with one of his favorite soap operas on the TV. It's a bit boring, you know the cliché it's going for now. You look to the big guy but can barely see his invested glare over his massive delts. You gaze down in your boredom along his partial sleeve tattoo. It's so delicately done.

"Who does your tattoo?" You ask.

"Hm?" Raph says peeling himself from the drama as it hit a commercial break to look down at you over his shoulder, "Oh Donnie. He's got a real steady hand from making all those tiny 'lectronics and stuff. Why? Y' want one?"

"Uh well I was thinking about it..."

"I think you could rock one. You'd look even hotter." He drops that sentence so nonchalantly it makes you blush.

You don't say anything for a bit, letting Raph get back to the show after the commercials. You calm down as the Secret Twin trope gets revealed on screen. God it's such a cheesy show but maybe that's why he likes it.

You wait until the next break to ask, "How did you choose what to get?"

He thinks for a moment, "Uh, I wanted something that reminded me of the strength of my family and also looked cool as hell I guess."

Mikey sauntered into the room at this time whistling a tune.

"So a tattoo should be inspiring and cool?" You ask Big Red.

Mikey spins on his heels and lands his elbows onto the couch, "Angeeeelcaaaaakes! You thinking about getting a tattoo like Raph's?"

You laugh, "Ahh well not really. I'm not sure. I have been wanting one but I'm not sure what I even want yet. Do you think I should get a sleeve?"

"No one can tell you what you want except for you, sweet cheeks. Buuuut if you ask me I think you should get some bold text, like NO REGERTS or PIZZA TIME!"

He smiles widely, "Totally show me what you decide to get, pumpkin spice, Donnie's like a serious guru with that. You'd look so dope with a tat." And with that Mikey also left you blushing as he continued with whatever he was going to do.

The episode ended and Raph rambled a bit about how he wants to know who the real father of the baby was going to be and if it will be the secret twin of the dad or not. You smile softly, amused that he's invested in such goofy drama. Raph headed to his weight rack to do a couple of sets and left you scrolling on your phone on the sofa.

You sit there looking through tattoo ideas. The idea of asking Donnie is kind of growing on you. You weren't sure how to find a good artists anyways and talking to new people made you anxious.

How much would it hurt? Even if it did, to sit there under Donatello's gaze would counteract everything. You wonder how he would react to you asking.

"Hey Princess," Leo sashays towards you, a towel around his neck dabbing sweat. He must have just finished a training session with Splinter, "Mikey says you're going to ask Donnie for a tat."

"Uh well I really was just curious where Raph got his and I was looking for an artist I trusted anyways but I don't really know what I'm going to get yet." You say somewhat surprised that word is going around faster than pizza.

"Ah I see, Mikey was telling us about it while we sparred. He got very excited about tattoos and ended up going off about trying get a whole pizza pie tatted to his shell. Fun fact, you can't tattoo a carapace. Anyways, Splinter suggests doing something symbolic and simple. And if you want my opinion—"

"I do want your opinion, " you say knowing he was going to say it anyways.

Leo stuttered for a moment, thrown off his rhythm that you were actually asking for it this time. "W-well I'd say an elegant asymmetric pattern of some sort on your shoulder or thigh would suit your style well. Like a spider web or lighting or wrinkled plaid. "

"Wrinkled plaid? "

"Okay maybe not plaid, but something like that, I feel it suits you." He shrugs off the awkward suggestion and escapes towards the showers before putting more of his foot in his mouth.

You consider plaid for a moment longer and then shake your head of the silly suggestion. Leo often had great ideas but was very bad at explaining why or offering any useful context when it came to personalized things. He could make a life or death decision in a split second but he couldn't explain to you why he liked tile over rugs.

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You've been mulling over it for a few days now. You have finally both decided what you want and also built up the courage to ask Donnie if he would do the honors.

You get to the lair and beeline for the lab. Leo and Mikey see that you hardly acknowledge their presence and they smirk at each other. They know you've finally decided.

You flip the plastic sheets away as you enter the lab.

"Donnie!" You say loud and proud.

Donnie perks up and spins on his stool to face you.

"What can I do for you, Sparkplug?" He asks setting down the tools in his hand and giving you his full undivided attention. A rarity.

"Would you be willing to give me a tattoo? I trust you and I want—"

"I thought you'd never ask." He says, a glint in his eye as he leaps up and goes to the industrial cabinet that holds all varieties of his tools and he opens the drawer for his tattoo work.

"Yesterday I finished prepping the attachment for human skin. I had initially made the pen for us, since we've got thicker skin—at least literally—than you. But this should work wonderfully. Are you ready for your consultation?"

"Yep, let's get started!" You say and plop down in another stool.

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After a day of prepping the design, Donnie let's you know he's ready.

You had asked for him to design it based on some key words. You are excited to see what he came up with but even more hyped to lay down and let him work his magic.

You get to the lab and see that Donnie's set out some sort of MacGuyvered massage table? Or was it a dentist's chair? You took a seat anyways.

"So, Tattoo Guru," you joke to the purple banded terrapin, "where shall we put it?"

He scoots toward you on his rolling stool and slides just between your knees.

"May I?" He asks gesturing to you that he would like to look you over for the perfect location. He had decided he would design it first and pick a location later.

You nod and he begins. He mumbles to himself as he analyzes your body from top to bottom for the prime location. You try to fight the blush in your face when he runs his fingers across your thighs and down your calves. It's no use.

He gently lifts your shirt up to check your stomach and sides. Your shoulders and collarbone. His face is so close to yours. You can feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, "Your heart rate is increasing and your breaths are shorter."

"N-no," you stutter somewhat embarrassed that he was noticing, "not about the tattoo. I trust you entirely. It's just you were studying me so intently I'm starting to wonder if you can see any flaws from this close."

His brows raised, "Flaws? What flaws?"

"Oh y'know. The blemishes and cellulite and the few gray hairs I've been trying to keep plucked but somehow elude me." You say trying to play it cool.

"Oh, you think those are flaws?" His voice rose in astonishment. You remember that he doesn't have hardly any clue about human beauty standards, and while he knows that humans are judgemental, it's on a totally different scale for him.

"Well yeah, people think they aren't very flattering." You admit, not proud to admit humans weren't all great.

"That's ridiculous. The whole point of being human is to be unique and live unique. And as you age you get little representations of the life you've lived. Like nature's tattoos. You can almost read my brothers' shells and find a mark from every year from some stunt we pulled. I find it quite fascinating to read all the little love notes that life leaves."

You face flushed with heat. If you had managed to hide it before you certainly couldn't now.

"I've decided your shoulder blade is the best." He said changing the subject very matter-of-factly. "Would you remove your shirt, here's a towel if you want to cover your frontwhen you lay down." He shifted the seat to be horizontal and scooted away. You take the towel remove your shirt and lay on your chest. The table was quite comfortable.

Donnie scoots back with his template, wipes down your shoulder blade and begins his work. While he preps the stencil his every touch makes you tingle. The air is cool on your back and his hands warm.

You definitely would not have had this experience with any other artist in New York. This was special.

"I'm ready to start inking. You ready, Sparkplug?" He asks gently. You confirm and brace for the sting.

It hits you but less painfully than you expected. It still takes a moment to adjust to the regular zing in your shoulder as he begins.

Through the corner of your eye you can see he is zoned into his work. His tongue sticking out a bit as he is apt to do when in deep focus.

Although somewhat munade, every time he wipes away your shoulder, it feels so intimate. You close your eyes and just soak it in. The buzz of the pen, the warm hands and trained eyes.

May this will be one of those little love letters Donnie was talking about. You are glad your face is buried somewhat, your heart skips a little just thinking about how oddly poetic Donnie was when he said that.

Maybe that's the way Donnie sees the world. Every line of code, every chemical equation, every physics constant, every biological mutation was just poetic to him.

You were glad to have the opportunity to be one of the few who knew the brothers. You went through a wash of emotions.

First pride for almost having them to yourself, but then followed sorrow, that the brothers were limited in who they could trust and show themselves to without insighting the worst humanity had to offer.

Again you were grateful that you could be one of the people that didn't make them feel like they didn't belong here. You felt a twinge of resentment towards the outside world, because it took you this long to find a family this accepting and kind and optimistic about everything, you had felt your fair share of human cruelty both from people you once considered close as well as the system itself that felt so predatory.

When you were in this little pocket of sewers, turned into a cozy abode, under the city, you felt like you could step away from the rat race for once. Like it didn't really matter as much as everyone made it seem.

Overall you felt content. You loved the turtles and their fatherly rat, each with their quirks, but always trying to be better and never abandoning those they considered family.

"Aaaaand 100% completion. You may have outdone yourself Donnie," he said to himself, "I could compete with a RedSail laser cutter and win." His pride was bubbling up in the most adorably nerdy way.

"Let me just get you cleaned up and wrapped, let's keep it covered for a few days and then you can see, how's that?" He asks laying down the protective plastic over the fresh tattoo.

You nod trying to recover from being hopelessly lost in thought just moments ago.

He allows you to cover yourself again and you thank him for his work on your way out.

You send a text to Mikey to let him know that he can join you in the lab in two days to see your brand new tattoo.

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You show up a little early and Donnie is busy soldering away at something or another.

He hears you come in and looks up from his hunched position and smiles, "Early as usual."

You take a seat and pull off the button up blouse you were wearing. Underneath was a tank top that revealed your entire tattoo. You were honest and hadn't looked at it yet, avoiding the chance to peak at it through the mirror in your apartment.

Donnie washed up and rolled over to you in his signature wheeled stool. He peeled the plastic off and took a damp towel to wipe it down.

He just finished when Mikey flung open the plastic sheets to the entrance of the lab announcing in one of his many comical voices, "And here were have the perfect human specimen, recently upgraded and equipped with the finest work our generation has to offer!"

You look at him in confusion at who he is talking to and see Leo and Splinter walking in behind him.

"Splinter?" You ask in confusion.

"My child," he responds intentionally not answering your implied question of why he was there.

"Cmon Y/n, spin around so we can see it. Mikey's been hyping it ul for days and he doesn't even know what it looks like." Leo said obviously just as excited as Mikey but showing it differently.

Somewhat nervous with such a crowd you freeze for a moment.

"Here," Donnie hands you a small mirror and holds up another so you can see the back of your shoulder when you turn around.

The tattoo comes into your sight. It's amazing.

"Donnie that's perfect." Leo commends.

"Angelcakes! Whoooaaaa that's so rad! Omygosh Omygosh Raph's gotta see this!" Mikey makes a break to sprint down the tunnels hollering for Big Red.

Splinter nods, "You've managed to capture my impressive aura I see. Excellent work." You roll your eyes and chuckle at the vain rat's comment.

You can't stop looking at your shoulder in the reflection. It really is amazing. It had everything you wanted. A symbol of new York in the classic sewer cap, simple representations of the five people you cared most about with Splinter's silhouette donning the masks of his four sons on his tail, and bold inspiring text through the middle of the sewer plate that reads, "WE'RE NOT MONSTERS".

You couldn't have been more proud to reclaim one of Mikey's most impactful quotes. And he seemed ecstatic to see them worn proudly.

Raph thumped in, "Calm down little bro, I've seen tattoos before, I'm sure it's cool." He stalks up and inspects it closely and quietly for a minute.

Then a moment later Donnie is spinning out of control on his stool with Raph bellowing, "Who said ya could give someone else a cooler tattoo than what you gave me. I told you specifically to give me the most badass tattoo and obviously mine is second best now."

Leo and Mikey bust up laughing. Splinter chuckles heartily. You can't help but giggle as Donnie recovers, shaking his head of the dizziness and smiling like an idiot. He took Raph's reaction as a full blown compliment and it truly was.

You leap towards Donatello and wrap your arms around his neck. He catches you and pulls you close.

"Thank you," you mutter, "Raph is right this is the best tattoo. I'm so proud to have it. You guys aren't monsters, you are the best family I've ever had!"

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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BROOO IT WOULD BE SO HEARTBREAKING BC YOU SEE WHERE BOTH OF THEM ARE COMING FROM AND THERES REALLY NOTHING THEY COULD HAVE DONE BUT AUGAH THEIR ANGER IS JUSTIFIED AN SUCH AUSJAJA

Idk but this is just one of my thoughts: Ok so little brother apologizes for everything and just wants to hear a lullaby b4 he thinks he's gonna die/is gonna die; and all I can think about are the angst possibilities w/ the brothers and splinter

PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME !!!!!!

Here we go fellow clowns, strap in!!!!!! (Also uh can u tell I have a favorite 12 turtle? *looks at the end of this part* uh can.. can u.. can u tell??? Haha??)

Warnings; as usual there's probably cursing, a passing mention of lil bro's injury, and lots of crying <3 pls ask if I missed anything

( Familial ) 2012 ! Turtles + Splinter & Little Brother Reader

Part 1 - Shatter

Part 2 - Shatter the Mind

Part 3 - Shatter the Heart

Part 4 - You're Here

Shatter the Innocence

Mikey and Donnie sat in the lab together. Silent aside from the sound of yelling from the living room.

When Mikey started his watch, Donnie had politely asked if he could sit in, to be in his lab and work on his small projects. He had practically begged Mikey to let him in, he didn't know what else to do with himself and he couldn't bare the thought of being in the living room.

And Mikey obviously let him in, he couldn't just lock Donnie out of his lab. And he understood the other's need to do something with his hands. It was a trait they both shared, though Mikey tended to get bored easier than his genius brother.

After a minute more of silence, Donnie spoke up from his place at his desk, back to Mikey, who was sitting next to your cot as usual.

"They finally snapped." He spoke simply, and Mikey sighed.

"Why do they have to fight..? Why can't they just.. I dunno.. be nice?" Donnie was about to respond, but Mikey was on a roll, "I mean I have plenty to say to them! But you don't see me going out and starting a yelling match."

Donnie frowned as Mikey sighed behind him. "Why can't we all get along? Why did this have to tear us all apart..?"

After that there was another long silence, both of them unable to answer the question Mikey had posed.

And then, a while later, "Mm.."

Mikey's eyes shot up from the floor, staring at you in shock. He watched your frail form shake slightly, as you forced yourself to speak.

"M...m..."

He looked over at Donnie, watching as he turned towards you with wide eyes. He made eye contact with Mikey, before they were both standing at your side.

"M.." you practically whined out, your face twitching as Mikey gently grabbed your hand.

"It's okay little dude, it's okay, I'm right here man-" he spoke softly, using the most big brother voice he could muster, as he reached and grabbed your hand.

Donnie gently placed his hand on your leg, and stared silently, unable to come up with words to say.

Somewhere deep in your mind you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, different than the warmth of flowing blood and shattered bones, this was the warmth of knowing your big brothers were here. They were right next to you as you woke up, right at your side like they always promised. They were here, and now you had to meet them halfway.

"M..ike..?" You mumbled, and he squeezed your hand again, shaking as he did so.

"Yeah man, it's me," Mikey spoke, feeling tears fall down his face and onto the cot below him, "A..And Don too! Donnie say something-"

He turned to look at Donnie, and saw his big brother suddenly hunched over the cot, his unoccupied hand covering his mouth as he silently sobbed over your form.

Mikey felt more tears fall down his face, just barely stopping himself from breaking down right along with him. He was about to cover for Donnie, but his older brother spoke up before he could.

"Hi. I'm.. I'm here." He spoke softly, gently patting your leg, before he had to muffle himself again.

"H..m...hi" you spoke, your voice broken and shallow, and Mikey felt the damn behind his eyes break.

"I.. I'll go-" He sobbed, before taking a breath and squeezing your hand again. "I'll get Raph and Leo just.. just stay awake a little longer okay?"

Donnie watched as Mikey made his way out. Silently hoping he wouldn't get caught in the fray between their older brothers.

Honestly he was surprised neither of them snapped sooner, Raph had kept his anger almost entirely in check, and Leo had done all he could to keep out of Raph's (figurative) hair.

He knew it was only a matter of time before they both had enough, he just felt so bad that it had to be on the day their little brother miraculously started responding.

Speaking of, Donnie had never seen Mikey so.. Responsible? Thoughtful? Doting? He handled you so well and spoke so softly to you. All while Donnie could barely get his words out of his throat.

His little brother matured in an instant, and it made Donnie feel hollow, yearning for the innocence they had so quickly lost.

He snapped back to attention when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Leo's. He glanced up and saw a concerned look on his face. But underneath that, Donnie instantly recognized the tightness of his jaw, and the tense look in his eyes. Their fight must've been bad.

Donnie removed his hand from his face, smiling a bit and nodding at Leo, silently telling him he was fine. It was obvious that Leo did not believe him at all, and he was surprised when he simply let it go. Their fight must've been really bad.

Raph was at your side quickly, looking you over as he spoke softly. "Hey. Uh.. how.. how are you feeling?" He asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words left his mouth. Obviously you were doing shitty.

"E..every..th..ing hurts.." you mumbled, and all four of them felt their heart break in their chest, "c..can't move.. n.. n can't open..o..pen my eyes.." it sounded so hard for you to speak, and Raph felt guilty he had asked you to say so much. Even if you had decided to elaborate all on your own.

Donnie took the opportunity to dive back into work, wiping his face and giving your leg a squeeze before rushing over to his desk and writing down the things you had said, coming back over with his clipboard and paper in hand. As much as he wanted to ignore his feelings and focus on your health, he couldn't bear the thought of not being by your side.

Raph nodded and watched as Mikey sat back down at your head, resting his own head next to yours on the cot. Tears were streaming down his face, and yet he was smiling. Still overjoyed at the sound of your voice after so long without it.

Raph felt himself wishing he could feel that joy too. He couldn't, not really. Not because he wasn't excited or happy to see you okay, but because he was scared. Scared this wouldn't last.

But he took a deep breath and shook away those thoughts, he couldn't think about what if. Only what was happening in the moment. And in this moment, you were responsive. You were alive, even barely, and you were responsive. That was enough for now.

He turned and looked past Leo at Donnie, who was staring at your chest in that distant medical way of his.

He slowly looked at you again, before gently asking you to elaborate. And as he watched and listened to you, he noticed both of his brothers indulging in the sound of your voice. He hoped you realized how much you were helping them, just by making your presence heard.

Leo kept quiet as Raph continued to gently ask you questions, simply watching your face as you started to speak a bit more fluidly.

He wanted to say something to you, he wanted to apologize, to hold you, to beg for your forgiveness, to tell you just how much you meant to all of them, but he found his mouth practically glued shut.

Why, was the question. Was he afraid of pissing off Raph? Sure. He didn't want to set him off so soon after their fight, didn't want to start anything in front of you, didnt want you to know the words that had been said in the living room.

He was scared, that was obvious. Scared because he didn't know how long this would last. Scared because maybe Master Splinter was right. Scared because he had started to convince himself you couldn't be saved. Scared because he couldn't bear the thought of indulging in the moment knowing it wouldn't last.

The next few hours went by like a blur, the others kept talking to you, even as your voice died out from overuse. And when you finally mumbled, "..'m.. tired" That's when Leo spoke up, indulging in the familiar feeling of settling back into his role as leader, even for just a moment.

"Okay. Okay.. let's leave him be, he's tired. He needs rest." He spoke softly, and as the other three made eye contact with him, he saw it in their faces. They were all afraid he wouldn't wake up.

Leo felt his breath hitch as he took in this information, recognizing the same feeling in himself. "I.. I'll stay with him tonight. You all need sleep. I'll watch over him and let Master Splinter know what happened." He offered, mostly to Donnie, knowing his purple clad brother would rather die than be left to explain the situation to their sensei.

Donnie contemplated for a moment, before nodding, allowing Leo to take his shift this evening.

Slowly, and very, very hesitantly, they all shuffled out of the room. Donnie stopping in the doorway to look towards Leo. "I'll take your shift in the morning Leo." He offered quietly, leaving no room for argument, before he stepped out of the lab, leaving Leo alone with you.

He glanced over at you, silent for a moment as he sat down where Mikey had been, staring at your face.

"..are you still awake?" He asked softly, and you hummed an affirmative. "Okay.. just.. try and get some rest okay? I'll be right here the whole time." You didn't respond. And suddenly Leo felt so disconnected from you, the feeling of sitting next to a stranger hitting him like a truck.

He slolwy put his head down on the cot, away from the teary puddle Mikey had left. And he finally, finally let his tears fall.

He fucked up so bad. So so bad.

He shook in place, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. He didn't want you to hear him like this, so broken down and distraught. It was bad enough the others had seen him out of it for the past two months, but the thought of anyone catching him like this made his stomach come up into his throat.

He stayed like that for what felt like forever, heaving and gasping for air as tears continued to flow down his face, before suddenly he heard your voice again, and his head was up in an instant.

"L..leo..? P..plea..se.. p..lease...be th..ere please-" your voice wavered, breaking and shaking as you struggled to speak.

The fear and desperation in your voice made his big brother instincts go into overdrive, his pride be damned, he needed to make sure you were okay.

"I'm-" his voice broke, wavering the same as yours, "I'm here little brother, I'm still here." He spoke, reaching to gently hold your hand.

"L..eo..! Leo, 'm.. 'm s..scared. don't wa..nna.. can't.." you were panicking, and Leo rubbed your hand slowly.

"Hey it's okay, it's okay.. you're.. you're scared to sleep?" And when you hummed a shaky yes, he could've cried again. His baby brother, scared for his own life.

"Okay.. what if.. what if I talk to you all night? Keep you company? And I'll tell Sensei and Donnie to talk you through the night too, that way.." he hesitated, forcing the optimistic words out of his mouth, "..when you wake up, you'll wake up to our voices. And.. you'll know you're awake."

There was a moment of silence, and Leo felt his chest constrict with that all too familiar anxiety, before finally you hummed out an okay, and he could take a breath.

"Okay.. I'll talk, just.. give me a moment to think." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand.

Now.. what to say? He was never good at rambling, he never had as much to say as Mikey or Donnie did. They always had something to talk about. Mikey about his various activities, and Donnie about his work. They both had something they loved to ramble about. What did Leo love to do? What did Leo do that he could talk about for hours?

He blinked, coming to a realization as more tears overflowed. Of course.

"So.. episode one, season one, the Space Heroes pilot."

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boxfullaturtles · 2 months

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Since Donnie is your fav I am curious how do you feel about Raph? For iterations 03 and 07 also rise because I don’t think you watched 12

(i watched a bit of 12 and i do not care for it. nuff said.)

You are correct, Donatello is my favorite turtle in every iteration. I love an unhinged scientist.

But Raphael in all iterations is so important. And in every iteration he has the softest heart and the biggest feelings.

I did write a post a while ago about how my feelings on 2003 Raph had changed as an adult. As a kid, I didn't like him all that much because he always seemed mean and angry and loud. But now I understand that anger and how he acts tough because he's a big softy. He doesn't like to be vulnerable, so he acts brash and mean. He buts heads with Leo because his emotions are so big and he can't keep a cool head when his heart's on fire. He's a very passionate kid and he keeps an eye on his brothers. I think he knows them a lot better than they think he does. One of my favorite moments for him is actually the episode with Mrs. Morrison. He cares about people and he's really a gentle soul underneath all that attitude.

2007 Raph breaks my heart. I know a lot of people took his attitude in that movie out of context and misinterpreted it to hell and back. Raph doesn't hate Leo, he missed him. Leo is their big brother, their leader, the one who was supposed to be there to guide them. When Splinter sent him away for training, they expected Leo to come right back after his time was up. But he never did. He didn't say anything. He never came home. Can you imagine that betrayal? How much that must have hurt? Leo is always the opposite for Raph, usually as the cooler head to Raph's heated temper. But Leo was gone and as far as anyone knew, he wasn't coming back. And Raph just had to watch Donnie run himself into the ground trying to keep them together. Watch Mikey try and keep up a smile when there was a big gaping hole in their family. Watch while all the scum in New York started getting ballsy again because no one was out there knocking heads. So when Leo finally comes home and acts like nothing's changed, of course it pisses Raph off. Of course he's angry. His big brother disappeared without a word, and then has the fucking gall to show up and expect them to fall back in line, for things to carry on as usual, for it all to pick back up again right where he left it. But it can't. Because Leo was gone and that drastically changed things. And Raph's so angry and hurt, probably feels betrayed and abandoned. His brother just fucking left them behind. The dialogue before their fight on the roof in the movie hits me hard every time. Raph's letting out all his pent up emotions, all the frustrations and hurt is spilling out of him, and that line, "We got along just FINE without you!" Goooooodddddd that scene kills me every fucking time. And how pissed at himself he is when he realizes what he's done, how terrified he looks when he realizes how much he damage he could have actually done. How much he probably hates himself for it. I really, really wish we'd gotten the other movie(s?) that had been planned for 07. I wish we could have had more time in the 07 movie to explore how things had changed between the turtles and how they had to figure out how to work together again. 2007 are MY turtles and I love them with my whole heart. They also break my heart when I think about how messed up their family ties must be now.

Rise Raph is kind of like a breath of fresh air. I love that Rise took a chance and changed up the dynamic of the turtles and gave them a chance to show off in ways other iterations really hadn't allowed. I think Raph being the one to shoulder the responsibility of leadership forced him to mellow out and learn how to control his temper. We still get glimpses of that Raphael temper, and I really love that it especially shows up when Leo's the one needling him. It's always been Leo and Raph butting heads and that doesn't change in Rise, the nature of it just shifts a little. Rise Raph being the biggest and oldest, learning how to be gentle where his other iterations never really had to. Rise Raph is a sweetheart and he wears his emotions on his sleeve just as brightly as every other Raph, they're just in a different color. He's a big guy, with a big heart, and big emotions. I love that he's big enough to hit as hard as he promises to, I love that he uses that to do exactly what every other Raph has always done--throw himself into harm's way to be a shield for his family.

And I know you didn't ask, but I'm just gonna take a second to mention Mutant Mayhem here. Because, my gosh, those kids are about to go through it, I'll bet you anything. Somebody book them a farmhouse, we about to watch Shredder wreck their shit. MM Raph is a riot. This kid has been cooped up in the sewers his entire life, with his paranoid brother hovering over his shoulder. And the second he's finally let loose, he goes off. And I love that for him. We haven't seen a lot of that classic Raph temper, but the kid's definitely got a lot of energy and emotions inside him. I hope the show gives all of the turtles their own individual arcs that let them grow, I hope we get to learn more about them. Because that's one thing the movie really lacked, was fleshing out their personalities and letting them be individuals. I'm really looking forward to what Mutant Mayhem has in store for us.

#long post #i will write you an essay about why i love 2007 and how it got me back into tmnt #sage never shuts up about turtles

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separatedleoau · 1 year

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Hello I saw that you were talking about the brother's individual relationships with One so now I want to ask you about the slowly growing development with One and Splinter.

Does Splinter immediately want to throw affection to One or is it a gradual build like Raph and Donnie? And what does One's developing relationship with Splinter also allow him to see that THIS is Lou Jitsu and how does it play off? :D I need to know! I am a HUGE fan of Leo and Splinter bonding moments <3

I've been geting this question a lot so here we go

First I have to explain a little some about this AU, it was never supposed to be something serious, is mostly some actual chapters of plot to stablish the setting then just a bunch of random scenarios that are not connected of the bros hanging out and bonding (that's why I didn't want to write it, just make ramdom art of them)until I felt like its been enough and I can make some other actual chapters with plot.

I say this bc Splinter doesn't even know Leo exists until we are reaching that second batch of plot chapters and that is spoilers territory that I don't what to touch yet

So I'm gonna be extremely vage about this

First time meeting each other is by accident and they don't even share a word. Splinters just happens to be there and sees him leave, leaving him in shook bc Splinter quickly recognizes this must be the turtle he lost. He ask his sons an explanation and they finally come clean on what they've been doing for months.

They never told Splinter anything bc they didn't even trust One, and while Mikey wanted to, Raph and Donnie never saw a good reason why.

Splinter is shook to his core and they can tell but they don't know why. Splinter had lied to them about how he found them, saying he found them on the street and picked them up, they know he is a mutant too but as far as they know, Splinter doesn't remember how it happened.

Splinter "comes clean" and tells them he was there when they mutated, he doesn't tell them his DNA was used for it, he just mentions he was there at Draxum's lab (avoiding telling them why, they just suppose Draxum was gonna experiment on him too) he tells them the lab was gonna explode and he managed to take them before running out, not before being drenched in the mutagen too and mutating. He tells them of how in the heat of the moment he didn't realized he had missed a turtle, it wasn't until they were safe on the surface that he saw. He feared the worst, but he had no way of going back for him.

Meanwhile, One is very uninmpressed, Mikey had told him about their Dad and that he also trains them sometimes. One had no visual reference for it but certanly a shot rat-man was not what he expected. he just thinks "no wonder they have learn more from Lui Jitsu movies, than from him"

Second time they interact is at the end of a very funny bit that I have planed out but I'm not gonna get into (is a surprise :3 and a good one this time). They don't really see each other face to face tho, but almost.

Third time comes along with One's choice of joining the fam and leaving Draxum. So after that is hanging out time again but now all as a family.

I already said on that post of One's relationship with Raph that the eldest turtle is the second person of authority that he ;learns to respects, the third one is Splinter.

At first none of them will know how to interact with the other. One had never have a father, Draxum being the closes thing but he is nothing like Splinter and One can tell on the way the others interact with him, but he can't get himself to act that free around him.

Splinter wants to call him son, and wants to get to know him but every time he is on the room One seems to tense up and his while mood be more rigid.

With a little help of his brothers, Splinter finds a way to make Leo feel more at home and get him to lighten up

They will get a lot of small bonding moments, I'm not gonna mention all but here are some I have planned:

Donnie wants to get Leo some actual clothes since he hasn't any. Leo mentions he had never used anything human-made, and that at home if he wasn't to do anything he would wear robes like Draxum.

Splinter overhears this conversation ans procedes to buy him a blue and white silk robe.

Leo finds the gift on his room, puts it on immediately rushes to the living room to thank him for it when he sees Splinter wearing a matching robe with the inverted colors. He almost loses his mind.

The rest are jealous they don't have matching clothes with Splinter, but they don't like using robes so whatever.

Splinter is also the one to give him his blue mask

Leo walks on Splinter seeing telenovelas and gets hooked, not 10 minutes after he is already siting against the couch watching too.

Much to everyone's annoyance Splinter spends the whole supper explaining Leo the past episodes so he is all caught up for the next.

They watch them together in a daily basis

First time Leo called him dad he didn't even noticed, it just slipped. Everyone else do notice and makes a huge deal out of it. Splinter tries to act normal but he is screaming and crying inside bc Leo called him "Dad"

#separated leo au #SLAU splinter #SLAU one #SLAU asks #there is so much more I want to talk about but is so far into the story we are gonna have to pause that thought #April is next!#i've also gotten a lot of asks about her relationship with One

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miss-andromeda · 4 months

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Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye - Excerpt

So...I spoke too soon when I said the newest chapter would be done 😅 So instead, here's an excerpt. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Meanwhile, the six were on the roof of the Kraang base, with Donnie using Mikey as a stepstool to unscrew the roof's fan for an easy entrance. "Piece of cake." He smiled to himself as he moved the cover aside.

"Let's do this!" April cheered, a sense of determination in her eyes. It was all too familiar; Andi remembered she had that same spark when it came from storming another Kraang base in search of information about Kirby.

And while it was admirable, it was also deadly.

And Leo knew that as he put an arm in front of her, keeping her from jumping down. "We need you to stay here with Andi, April."

Like before, though, April immediately disagreed. "Are you crazy?! My dad's in there!"

"Along with who knows how many Kraang!" Leo exasperatedly added, making Andi nod next to him. "I'd rather you not be taken away by a horde of robots because you want to see your dad, Ape."

Leo gestured to her with a 'see what I mean?' look, before adding, "This requires stealth and mobility. And no offense, but leave it to the pros." That earned him a little smirk of agreement from Raph and a bright smile from Mikey behind him.

April huffed in defeat. "Well, I can't just do nothing!" That earned her a frown from Andi and a "Wow, harsh words, O'Neil," making her sigh. "That's not what I meant, I just...I'm stressed." She then turned back to Leo. "My point is, I can't sit back and watch you guys go at this alone."

"You won't be!" Leo assured her, taking the bundle of rope from Raph and handing it to her. "We need you to lower this rope when we give you the signal."

April sighed and took the rope while Andi got her laser gun from under her dress. "And that signal is?" She asked, setting it to the 'kill' feature in case she needed to take down any Kraang stragglers when the boys went to escape. When Leo only started imitating a pigeon, she smirked and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, oh fearless leader." She teased him, then watched as the boys started to head down. She earned a head nod from Leo, a fist bump from Raph for her comment, finger guns from Mikey, and a little smile from Donnie.

Before the purple-masked turtle could leave, though, Andi asked him one thing. "Be careful, okay? Don't do anything stupid and let me know if you need help."

"You know I will." He stated, making her smile back.

"Good. Now go kick some Kraang butt for me."

"Little bit juvenile to use such a word, hm?"

"Fine. Kick some robotic gluteus maximu-"

"Donnie! Quit flirting and get down here!"

That made Donnie roll his eyes in exasperation but also throw a final smile at Andi. "I'll see you in two shakes of a turtle's tail."

She only laughed and nodded, then watched as he disappeared down the vent.

"Here we go..." She muttered under her breath.

Thankfully, the first room was empty, save for a few boxes and a lone Kraangdroid, which Raph had already stabbed when he made it down the vent.

Caution was the name of the game for Leo and Donnie, who observed the room carefully and moved like the spitting image of a ninja; crouched form, intense eyes, the works.

Mikey, however, was a bit more breezy, humming in acknowledgment at the base - which earned him a bop on the head from Raph, whose furrowed brows and irritated eyes told him to keep moving.

Thankfully, the pair made it to Donnie and Leo, with the latter holding a hand to stop them from moving any further and a 'shh' to keep quiet. He then did a somersault from behind the doorway and unsheathed his katanas, slicing the lone droid before it even had a chance to react. Once done, the others followed suit - and the four were met with a locked door, with a droid inside the room. The small alien was tapping on a screen, with the flicking patterns on the screen being in it's native language.

This really was a Kraang base - and a side that the boys hadn't seen before.

But Leo had a plan to get inside. He kept a watchful eye on two other droids that were heading towards the room, and while they were unlocking the door, he and Raph snuck up behind them, and when they were about to step into the room, Leo bashed their heads together and Raph threw a sai at the one working at the computer, giving them access to the room.

Before they could hack into the computer, though, one of the aliens came to life from the robotic exoskeleton and was about to attack Leo (much like another had done to Mikey after their first encounter with the Kraang,) but the leader responded quickly, knocking it out with one punch.

After Raph and Mikey moved the now-deactivated droid out of the way of the computer, the four surveyed the technology with a bit of awe - though Donnie was the most taken aback.

But Leo quickly got back on track. "Donnie, hack into the system and see if you can find out about the Kraang's plot. Raph, you're with me." That earned a little nod from Raph. "Mikey, stay with Donnie."

Instead of a nod, though, Donnie's face morphed into irritation. "Why do I always get stuck with Mikey?" He argued, earning a quiet 'hey' from Mikey, his tone hurt.

Leo responded quickly (and a bit harshly,) "I don't want him, and I'm in charge!" That earned a more high-pitched 'hey' from Mikey, now appearing more hurt than before.

"Well then, make Raph take Mikey." Donnie suggested, making Raph respond with a curt, "Over my dead body."

"You know-" Mikey retorted, his face now as irritated and frustrated as Donnie's was only a few seconds before. "-I'm startin' to think no one wants to be with me. Fine, I'll just go off on my own." He then took out a smoke bomb (that he must've taken - along with a handful of others - when they left the lair,) and disappeared in a thick cloud of purple smoke, before a crashing sound could be heard from behind the trio. Seconds later, Mikey could be seen in a connecting room, a sheepish smile on his face. "Uh, that's a closet."

Well, that was a bust.

"Have fun, you two!" Raph sarcastically told them as he and Leo left the room, seemingly in search of Kirby or his cell.

Mikey stepped out of the closet, which left him to admire the room - while Donnie watched him with an aggravated look on his face. "Whoa..." The orange-masked turtle breathed, then pondered hitting one of the buttons on the control panel. "Huh, what's that button do-"

Donnie quickly shut down any ideas he had, grabbing his younger brother's hand and squeezing hard. "Don't. Touch. Anything." He enunciated with a serious look, making Mikey only giggle nervously (much like a little brother would) to show he understood.

There it was. The only cell that was locked and sealed tight. And strangely enough, no guards were surrounding it. After a bit of stealth, Leo called from outside the cell to get Kirby's attention. "Mr. O'Neil? Are you in here?"

That made Kirby look to the window and walk up to it. "You're one of the turtles who rescued my daughter." He recalled, then got to the more prevalent question. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine." Leo assured him. "She and Andi are right outside."

"They're both still in the city, then?" Kirby asked incredulously, as Leo went to start picking the lock. "Those girls are stubborn..." He muttered, making Leo only agree with a soft, "Yeah, we've noticed."

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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Nothing Haunts Us (like the things we don’t say)

Part 2/3

(part 1 here)

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Donnie stares at the spot Leo had been with haunted eyes. His face is paler than April has seen since the invasion, the hand he'd stretched out for his brother shaking as it hangs in the empty space. April stares, too, cradling her throbbing hand to her chest.

Mikey lets out a choked sob.

Then Donnie jolts, scrambling to his feet and running from the room. Raph and Splinter follow him at a run before the door to Donnie's bedroom slams in their faces, several bolts jamming into place—there must be a rule about that, surely. No matter how many times they knock and plead, the door remains shut, unmovable.

Casey helps an inconsolable Mikey to the living room, holding him close as he cries into his shirt. April sits nearby with her face in her hands. It's cowardly—she should be helping Casey calm Mikey down or helping Splinter and Raph get through to Donnie before he hurts himself.

She brings her hand up to her face. There's a speck of blood on her palm.

Haven't I done enough?

“He—he hates us!” Mikey sobs. “He hates us, he hates himself—!”

“He doesn't hate us, Mikey,” Casey soothes, his cheek pressing against Mikey's head. It's such a 'Leo' mannerism that it's probably doing more harm than good, but Casey learned this from somewhere, and April is glad it was Leo. An older, somewhat wiser (if not scarred and jaded) version of her little brother. “He was just upset. You said it yourself; we say a lot of nasty things when we're upset and scared—”

“But it's the truth!” Mikey cries, hiccuping over every other word as his tears soak Casey's t-shirt. “We're—the truth spell, he—he said all those things and he meant it! Donnie—he doesn't think they're twins, and Leo—Leo thinks he'd be better off dead—!”

April brings her knees to her chest to hide her tears. Leo did say that, didn't he? And April had slapped him for it.

Truths can hurt. But it hurts more when you know it's the truth. What the boys had screamed at each other in that moment of frustration was more than a petty spat. It was worse, and they'd hurled those truths at each other like weapons, drove them in with fists—and it was April who'd dealt the final blow.

God. This—it can't be the truth. They don't always get along, because what sibling does? But these boys adore each other. She sees it every day. Their love for their father and clan brought a creature of death and destruction to its knees. Their love for each other had exiled aliens into nothingness. Their love for Leo brought him back through a tear in reality. So why, how, on earth could—?

Wait.

We say a lot of nasty things when we're upset and scared.

April lifts her head from her knees.

The truth. Truth spells compel you to tell the truth. The truth can be anything, at any time. And if the world of media, fake news and politics she's grown up with have taught her anything, the truth can be whatever you need it to be, whatever you feel it is at the time...

And many mystic spells, she's found, are heavily focused on feelings.

Feelings. Not facts.

Oh, April thinks, realizes. This spell is a bitch.

April leaps to her feet, nearly face-planting on the floor, making Mikey and Casey jump and gawp at her. She rushes past them, pushes past Raph and Splinter and bangs her fist on Donnie's door. “What's the ninety-ninth digit of pi?!”

She feels Raph and Splinter stare at her. She ignores them and burns holes into Donnie's door.

A switch flips, something else clicks, and the door slides open two inches to reveal half of Donnie's red-eyed, tear-stained face. “... what?” he mutters, voice scratchy and wrecked from crying.

Her heart aches to hear it, but April lifts her chin and repeats, “what's the ninety-ninth digit of pi?”

“Seven,” he replies immediately. “But you already knew that, so—”

“How much would a teaspoon of neutron star weigh?”

Donnie blinks, opening the door all the way. “Six billion tons. Is this for a project, or are you just—?”

“What's Pythagoras' theorem?”

Donnie frowns. “The square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides in a right-angled triangle. Basic maths, of which we both already know, so I don't see why you're—”

“What are the elements seventy-eight through eighty-six on the periodic table called?”

Donnie rolls his eyes. “Platinum, Gold, Mercury, Thallium, Lead, Bismuth, Polonium, Astatine and Radon. Seriously, April, is there a point to—?”

“Why aren't you and Leo biological twins?”

“Because we're two different species of turtles!” Donnie throws his hands up. “He's a red-eared slider and I'm a spiny soft-shelled turtle! We're the same age—I'm older by two days, just saying—and thanks to Draxum's experiments and Dad's DNA, we are actually related by blood, which would make us half-siblings—”

“And does that fact matter to you? Does that make you any less a family?”

“Of course it doesn't matter! Leo's my brother, and I adore him, I couldn't ask for anyone else to call my twin even if he's an asshole and a pain and his jokes sometimes suck and he's an actual creature of darkness! Of course facts don't matter because Splinter said a long time ago that family is whatever you want to be and what I want is—!”

Donnie's jaw snaps shut. He stares into nothing for a heartbeat.

April grins. “That's right, Dee,” she says softly, stepping closer. Emboldened when Donnie faces her and doesn't immediately shuffle away, April holds her hand out, palm up. “Those things you said to Leo... they hurt, no question, and there was some truth in 'em. But feelings aren't facts. And feelings can change.”

Donnie looks down at her hand. He reaches back, and she twines their fingers together and squeezes.

“You said some nasty things to each other a few minutes ago. And at that moment they were true. But what are you feeling right now?”

A tear slips down Donnie's cheek. His chin wobbles as he squeezes April's smaller hard enough that it almost hurts. Then he grins back with a laugh that hitches like a sob, bringing their joined hands to his cheek. “You... you're kind of a genius, April,” he says.

April's smile wobbles. “Hell yeah I am.”

“And truth spells suck.”

“Hell yeah they do.” April reaches to wipe a tear off his cheek with her free hand. “But we've solved the puzzle. So what're you gonna do now, smart guy?”

Dropping her hand, Donnie takes a deep breath, lifts his head and pounds a fist against his plastron like a warrior off to battle. “I'm going to find my dum-dum twin brother and tell him that I'm sorry and I love him.”

April could cheer, cry, or both. She settles for grinning like a loon. “Hell yeah, D!”

“And it will be the most heartfelt, icky-gooey emotional thing I will ever do for the rest of my life because I am sick of these mother-hecking feelings in this mother-hecking lair!”

“Hell yeah!”

“Seconded,” Raph says, and April jumps. She'd forgotten he was there. The snapper's eyes are damp but bright with all the determination and love she adores him for. “And you can count Raph in on the search. The Mad Dogz stick together, truth spell or not.”

“Count me in!”

“Me, too.”

They turn to see Mikey and Casey, arms draped over each other's shoulders. Mikey's mask is still damp, but his smile burns like the mystic flames he wields with fervour. “April said at the start that we'd ride this out, push through like we always do. So... so let's stop moping around and do that.”

Raph grins at their little brother. “Right. We'll find Leo and beat this stupid freakin' spell the same way we beat everything else that comes our way.”

“With wanton destruction, mindless shenanigans and an obligatory turtle pile under a Genius Built blanket fort, Mikey's Lair famous hot chocolate and Dad's hugs?” Donnie chimes with a grin that's only half-manic.

“Bet!” Raph cries. April whoops, and Casey and Mikey echo her, pumping their fists in the air.

“Extra on the hugging part,” Splinter adds, whiskers twitching above his smile wrapped in wry warmth. “Daddy has plenty to go around tonight! But first, bring your brother home. Heavens knows where he might be.”

Donnie snaps his fingers. “That, I can handle.” He pulls up his holographic screen and starts scrolling. “Based on data I've collected over countless spats between myself and Nardo, plus arguments between him and Raph over the last two years due to the completely out-of-nowhere decision Pops made in essentially demoting Raph and announcing Leo as the leader, which lead to a butt-load of tension in and out of the lair that only recently got resolved but only after the—”

“Donnie,” Raph warns.

“Sorry, sorry. That was both a truth and a fact, compelled to make it. Anyways! Based on that data, I can break potential LBSs—that's 'Leo Brooding Spots'—down to about five places, all of which I have listed riiiiiight—here.”

He expands the screen so they can all read the surprisingly short list.

Run Of The Mill Pizza is a given. The playground where they usually play basketball is also not a bad choice, though it's a bit open. Big Mama's penthouse... well, the spider yokai isn't quite an ally and not one of Leo's favourite people, but she's become more of a crazy aunt to them these days than a genuine villain. Draxum's place is a surprise, though—

“Old Lair?” Casey reads the last option aloud. “Is that where you used to live—?”

“Before Shredder ripped it to pieces, yeah,” Donnie replies, swiping the screen away. “I found Nardo there once or twice after a fight. He'd sit in what used to be the rec room and stare at all the old graffiti and stuff, probably remembering all the good times we had before—ugh, freaking spell!”

“Alright,” Raph claps his hands, bringing the teams' attention back to him. “We got five places, so we'll have to split up. Sensei, you stay here in case Leo comes back, and I'll head to the old Lair. Mikey, you go to Drax, and if Leo ain't there, ask goat man to keep an eye out. April, you check the park. Donnie, you check Big Mama's penthouse, and for the love of God, do not pick a fight with the woman.”

“I am compelled to say that I will try, but I cannot make any promises.”

“Good enough for me. Casey, you check with Hueso at Run Of The Mill, though I'm pretty sure Leo will be there. He and Hueso are pretty tight these days.”

Casey salutes. “Yessir! But if I could make a suggestion? Has anyone tried calling Leo?”

“Tried, failed,” Donnie says. “Leo left his phone here. And even if he didn't, it's not like he'd answer.”

“Oh. True enough.”

“Alright, guys,” Raph rolls his shoulders back, and April has to marvel for a beat. It's been a while since Raph's had to truly step up as the leader, and it's good to see. “Let's find our brother and fix this mess!”

They hurry out of the Lair, Splinter wishing them good luck as they book it through the tunnels. Hope blooming in her heart, April knows they'll be back in no time.

~0o0~

Leo isn't at the ballpark. April isn't surprised as the sun is only just setting.

He's not in the old Lair. Raph damn near tears the place apart twice over digging through the debris, but he finds nothing. April's not worried.

He's not with Big Mama. Donnie stays long enough for a cup of tea and a cookie to calm his nerves, flying off after calling the spider yokai a bitch on impulse. According to Donnie, she'd laughed so hard she fell off her chair. Again, April's not worried.

He's not at Draxum's. Their stepfather joins the search and hops across rooftops with Mikey for a short while, but even then, Leo's nowhere in the area. Concern steeps in April's chest, but she holds onto hope. There's still one place left.

Then Casey calls. “He's not here. Hueso hasn't seen him since our pizza run last week.”

Now April is worried.

They regroup at the park, empty-handed and heavy-hearted.

Donnie mutters under his breath, pacing back and forth and typing frantically into his wrist tech brace, Raph sits on the bench, wringing his hands, and Mikey perches on top of the slide, hugging his knees. Casey has his arms folded as he rocks back and forth on the seahorse spring rocker. April would laugh if the situation wasn't so dire.

Because if Leo hadn't even gone to Hueso's, it really is dire.

“Where else could he possibly be?” she asks the group. “He ain't at my place for sure, and we've looked everywhere we know he'd go—”

“Which can only mean Leo has subverted all of our expectations and has gone somewhere he knows we won't know he knows where to go when he's upset,” Donnie sighs. “Curse my poor foresight! I should have known he'd try to play us like the cheap kazoos we are!”

“The more you look at it, we never gave Leo that much credit,” Mikey mutters into his arms, but his voice carries across the little park. “He acts a fool a whole lot, but when it comes down to it, he's prolly the smartest next to Donnie. He knew we'd come lookin' eventually, so he's running rings 'round our shells.”

There's a bit of comfort in that, April thinks. Leo knows they're looking for him. That means he knows they care, right?

So why is he trying so hard to stay lost? Where are you, little blue?

“I'm just wonderin' why ya haven't whipped out your tracking device locator or whatever the heck you call it, Donnie,” Raph says. Everyone stops to look at him. Even Casey stops rocking. Raph stares back. “What? Like we all ain't pretending we don't know Donnie chipped us?”

April certainly wasn't aware of this, but it's Donnie, so she's not as mad as she should be. As long as it's nowhere on her, Donnie gets to live.

“Oh no, Raph is one hundred per cent correct, I totally chipped you all,” Donnie says, “and for one, screw you for making me admit that even though you all clearly knew already, and for two, I did try that on my way out of Big Mama's place, but it came up 'Deactivated' on my holographic. I must have punched it off of him during our tussle.”

“Ow, dude,” Mikey hisses. “How'd you even do that?”

“Because I put the tracker in—”

“Donnie,” Raph says, holding up a hand. “There are some things we're probably better off not knowing. That is one of them.”

“... point taken. I shall refrain.”

“Either way,” April says, eager to change the subject, “that only complicates things. Leo's not anywhere we'd know he'd go, and we don't know where else he'd hide or blow off steam.”

“And the longer we leave him under the influence of a truth spell and in an emotionally vulnerable state, the more danger he'll be in,” Donnie sighs, pinching the bridge of his beak. “Y'know, the saying is 'never a dull moment', but sometimes I really wish we could have just one? I see why father constantly complains about his blood pressure because mine is through the roof. Literally, I'm looking at my blood pressure right now, and it's pretty damn high, look at that thing go—”

“I'm sorry I can't be much help,” Casey slides off the spring rocker to the floor, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. “I could tell you all of my Leo's haunts and hiding places where he'd go to brood where I wouldn't see, but those places don't exist now.”

Raph looks tired beyond his years, but ever the big brother, he reaches for Casey's shoulder and squeezes, smiling. “It's alright, Junior. You're doing your best. That's more than enough. I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can think of—”

“HEADS!”

Raph jumps half a foot in the air with a shriek that April echoes. Mikey falls off the slide into the wood chippings, and Casey chokes on his own spit. “Donnie!” Raph cries, a hand splayed over his heart. “Could you not—?!”

“Raph, you're a bloody genius!” Donnie whirls on his big brother with a smile that, under normal circumstances, would make April nervous. “What better way to find our dum-dum brother than to put our dum-dum heads together!”

Raph stares. “Donnie. I just said that.”

“No, no, not—ugh, I mean literally! Ninja Mind Melding!”

Raph blinks. “Oh.” He blinks again. “Oh. OH! Of course!” He pounds a fist in his palm, fully grinning as he jumps off the bench. “Ninja Mind Meld!”

April, however, is lost. “Ninja what-now?”

“Oh yeah!” Mikey flips to his feet in a spray of plastic wood. “That really cool and convenient technique you and Leo used literally in that one episode, and then we never brought it up again, though it's speculated we used it subconsciously while fighting Shreddy and again with Krang Prime but—”

“Michel! There is a wall! Quit breaking it!”

“Wait, you mean that thing where y'all read each other's minds outta nowhere, eyes all glowy and everything?” April asks. “You're gonna try and read Leo's mind?”

“Oh, I remember! You guys used that technique on the field during rescue raids!” Casey chimes, balling his fists and all but vibrating where he's sitting. It's been a while since she's seen this fanboy side of him. “In my time, whenever you Mind Melded, you were unstoppable! I've always wanted to try it, but... well, we never actually got to finish my training.”

Raph reaches down and pulls Casey up in the air by the back of his shirt like a kitten. “Well, ain't no time like the present!” he says. Swaying in his grip, Casey beams.

“There may be mild interference depending on distance,” Donnie says, pulling April by the arm to sit with him as they form a circle in the middle of the playground. “But if the four of us combine our ninpo, plus Casey, we should be able to reach him.”

“And you're sure it'll work?” April asks. “I mean, I've never Mind Melded before...”

“Don't worry, sis. We'll guide you,” Raph says, flashing her a smile. “You'll be fine.”

Still feeling like a fool and someone straight out of Star Wars, April shrugs and links hands with Donnie and Mikey. But ridiculous as it feels, she hopes it works, and it's quick and painless. “Okay, then. Soooo, how's it work?”

“It's a whole thing, and I only got like half of it,” Mikey says, “but from what Dad explained, Ninja Mind Melding involves, as the name implies, opening your mind to allow others in to read your thoughts, kinda like uh—”

“Telepathy,” Donnie says.

“Yeah, that! Super wicked!”

Oh. So it's like a door? And they'll be reading each other's minds, too? Fun.

“And are you sure any of you are in the position to let anyone inside your minds? Better yet, if Leo's conscious of us prodding his subconscious, what are the chances he'll even let us in?”

Donnie meets April's eyes. “He will,” he says.

April believes him.

Taking a breath and squeezing Mikey and Donnie's hands, she shuts her eyes. “Here goes nothin', then.”

She can do this. Easy peasy. Just gonna let four, possibly five, people rummage through her brain real quick. It won't hurt a bit.

(God she hopes Leo lets them in.)

“Alright, y'all,” Raph says softly, barely above a whisper. “Focus. Deep, slow breaths. Think about Leo. Let him know we're here and we're lookin' for him. Let him know we miss him. We love him, and we want him home.”

April breathes in—

We're here, Leo. We're all here, we're all lookin' for you, baby.

—and out. In—

I'm sorry for what did. I never meant to hurt you. We never meant to hurt each other. You know we love you. We love you so much.

—and out. In—

Leo?

—and—

And then she hears it.

She. Hears. Everything.

—01001001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01101101 01110101 01100011 01101000—stupid stupid so STUPID why'd I have to go and run my mouth like that of COURSE I love him he's my stupid idiot twin no don't panic control you are in control April's hand Mikey's hand focus on them they're holding me oh wow can they hear me right now this is embarrassing—

—chill out Donnie, it's okay—oh wow this is WILD I can hear myself I can hear all y'all this is scary I don't think I like this this was cooler when Raph and Leo did it I miss Leo Leo LEO where are you I miss you can you hear this can you hear us April's hand is so warm MAMAAAAA OOOOOOOOOHHHHH, DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRYYYYYY—

—Leonardo, it's Raphael and the guys, we're all so worried about you little brother and we want you to come home, this spell is scary and unfair but we can work through it together just like always holy CRAP Mikey are you seriously singing right now? FOCUS! We gotta get through to Leo—!

—holy stinking crap I'm Mind Melding I'm freaking Mind Melding I wonder if my eyes are glowing like Dad's did—oh my god wait you can all hear my thoughts now SHIT that's embarrassing—no, no, focus Casey, FOCUS, gotta find Leo. Focus on Leo, he needs us—

—Nice one, Junior! Everyone, focus. Think about Leo. Let 'im hear us.

Gotcha, Raphie! Leo, it's us! Your brothers! We love you and we miss you!

Okay. Okay. I can do that. Leonardo Hamato, younger twin, my better half—oh COME ON truth spell!

How you holdin' up, April? Not too much is it?

…why are y'all so damn LOUD? I thought the inside of my own head was bad! Oooohhh this is trippy, I want off.

Sorry, April!

Yes, you get the full taste of my neurodivergent mind! Autism be upon ye!

Guys.

Sorry, Raph.

Apologies—wait, you feel that?

April feels it. A brush of a fifth presence against her ninpo, prodding curiously, hesitantly, foreign to her in this untethered space between reality and consciousness but familiar in every other way that matters.

She reaches out.

Leo?

But then—

—nonononono what are you doing get out get out why are you all here leave leave leave me alone I have to go WORK you stupid portals WORK I don't wanna go YES YOU DO you told Donnie yourself you said so many awful things you're not WANTED here this place is so gross ew ew ew why am I here what am I doing GO BACK NO I DON'T WANT TO—

Jesus, Leo, Leo what's wrong?!

Sensei, talk to us, we're here!

Leo, it's Raph, talk to me, little brother!

Leo...?

Leo, baby, where are you? Tell us and we'll come to get you!

…

Nardo...?

GET OUT.

She's thrown back into her body with a force that knocks her flat on her back, gasping.

Staring up at the stars as she fights for breath and her lunch, she vows to never Mind Meld again. That was awful. The flashes of colour, ringing silence and ear-splitting shrieks from some other-worldly thing (she knows what it is, and she hates it), images of the past and present from five different perspectives, a world on fire, an endless void of darkness and debris—

And Leo...

What was that?

She sits up at the same time a wide-eyed, breathless Casey does with arms that tremble beneath him. Raph is cradling his head between his hands, tears running down his cheeks. Mikey's shivering and hugging himself until April gathers him up, holding him to her chest. And Donnie—

Donnie stares at the ground. His eyes are wide, unseeing, but April can see the cogs turning—they're always turning, working at a speed she can never hope to match. She'd heard it, felt it, and it was exhilarating as it was overwhelming. He feels like that all the time?

“Donnie?”

He jolts. His head snaps up, and she knows before he even opens his mouth.“I know where he is.”

All heads whip around to stare at the soft shell. Raph sniffs hard and wipes his tears. “Where?”

Donnie's eyes shift, and they look haunted.

“He's at Staten Island.”

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The Artful Encounter

Pairings: (2018) Michelangelo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, appreciation of art, illegal art placement.

There have been news of a mysterious art bandit on the loose. "criminal!" They call the person, Though Mikey couldn't help but appreciate the deeper meaning in this person's art and is willing to try and capture them to not only prove to his brothers but maybe even get an autograph...

Your parents arguing echoed off the apartment, it bounced off every corner and every wall as it made its way to your room. Your door was closed though it felt as though they were screaming at each other right in front of you from how loud they were being. The music blaring in your beats couldn't even drown them out. Sighing you took them off and rubbed your face looking at your sketchbook. The piece you've been working on was incredible.

It might've been one of your best piece yet you thought while admiring it. The colors of the vibrant orange contrasting with the blue in the background surely made the word pop. You smiled a bit before reality crashed onto our by the shaking walls and sound of glass breaking. Looking at the time you considered. "Time to go..." You leapt off your bed while packing everything.

Shuffling the duffel bag out from under our bed you opened it adding in the new spray cans you bought earlier that day. Packing your sketchbook as well you started getting ready. Putting on a pair of black cargos, white crop top and black hoodie. You put our hair out and away from your face before putting on your vibrant orange converse and orange bandanna. putting up your hood you sneakily and quietly took your bag and climbed the fire escape out your window.

Not looking back once to your parents screaming but now enjoying the bustling city from outside the mess you considered normal.

In the lair it was a quiet night. The guys decided to watch TV with Master Splinter, who was sleeping peacefully. Mikey relished in the feeling of his brothers and father getting along watching one of many great Lou Jitsu movies. Mikey continued to watch periodically while also drawing on his paper when the movie they were watching was rudely interrupted by the news blaring.

All of the guys groaned as the new played, "BREAKING NEWS! The graffiti bandit is back at it again. Plaguing our city with its filth. This hideous "art" is a terrible influence to all and this guy needs to be stopped immediately..." Leo Rolled his eyes in annoyance. "How come the news is covering this guy and why is it so hard to catch them." Donnie continued looking at his wrist taping on the screen.

"I conquer with Leon, It was physically proven that the were human, The police force are just being incredibly lazy in capturing him." Mikey piped up "I like their art, its colorful and different it's not like its anything inappropriate..." Raph got up instantly his jump shook the living room. "Well Raph can't let this go on, we gotta put a stop to them. What do you say fellas?"

Raph confidently said with a face of determination. "Nah I'll pass," "Yeah same here." Raphs confidence deflated as his annoyance spiked. "C'mon guys we're a team!" Leo smiled smugly before adding his two piece. "Come one Raphie, it's not like he's doing anything bad. Ha ain't hurtin no one. Why can't we just let this one go, plus Lou Jitsu 5 is playing after this!"

Mikeys face glowed with an idea as his eyes sparkled. "OMIGOSHHHHH let me go!" Raph stopped in his track before shaking his head rapidly. "Absolutely not, As the oldest I can't just let you go out by yourself with this dangerous criminal!" Leo snaked his arm around raphs shoulder. "Aw come on big bro, let Mikey do this. I think he can handle himself pretty well. Right D?" Donnie too invested in updating Sheldon's program only waved his hand "Yeah yeah, whatever Leo said is probably right..."

Mikey Squealed and jumped in excitement. He ran to hug Leo and Donnie. Went to hug Raph quickly before raph can answer and ran out the lair waving. "Bye guys I love you! I won't be long!" Raphs eye twitched rapidly as he rubbed his hands "You guys think he'll be aight out there?" Leo shrugged before continuing the movie. "I'm sure he's fine...Hopefully." That in no way shape or form eased Raphs nerves.

You traveled the back streets of New York, making sure no one can see you as suspicious. Your beats blared in your ears as Kendrick Lamar played. The soothing rhymes filled your head as you bopped your it at the same time of the beats. Looking at your phone you tracked at the abandoned building you picked. You finally made it after long walk. It looked big and old.

Nothing about it really stood out, looked like every other building that was abandoned in New York. You smiled happily, a perfect canvas for this piece. You dropped your bag as you picked out the colors you would need, including your sketchbook. Opening up to the page you grabbed your orange and got to work. The music in your beats as background noise almost meshing with the serene feeling of watching the color appear against the only dirty brick wall.

Grabbing a ray of colors to blend and add, every mistake used to make the piece better and better. Your hands turning every color you used as it blended into your skin. The smell is the spray paint comforting as you have gotten used to it. Everything about it was so calming to you, better than anything. You were so invested to your piece you couldn't hear the figure that was immersed in your piece.

Mikey sat on top of the roof of a building directly where he can watch your work of magic. He saw how invested you were and if anybody has been talking shit about your art they were wrong. Its beautiful, the contrast of colorful colors was impeccable. His eyes sparkled with amazement and he smiled appreciating the art. He was so invested that the ringtone of his phone startled him and he almost fell off the building.

Picking up the phone he answered "Chellooooooo?" "MIKEY!" Raph's voice rang against mikey's ear. "Have you gotten there yet? Have you defeated him yet and gave him to the police? What's taking so long? YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T BE LONG!" His voice rang as Mikey kept his phone at arms length for the sake of his hearing. Mikey nervously chuckled. "I see them don't worry Raph I can do this, just trust me.."

Raph sighed long before mumbling an okay "I believe in you lil brother." Mikey smiled hanging up but his smile dropped knowing he has to put this mysterious artist down and bring them over to the police. He brought out his Nunchakus and gave them a good rotate. He was about to grab them and them up before he heard it..."HEY!"

You sensed someone staring for a while, but brushed it off. Thinking it was just paranoia, though until you heard it. You lowered your music in time to hear the whoosh of something spinning in the air. You looked up to see a dark figure with white bright eyes. Scared shitless you didn't know what to do. What if it sensed fear? You screamed out the first thing that came into mind. "HEY!"

The figure stopped and jumped, tumbling a bit before he feels off the roof he was in and landed in a pile of trash. You stayed there for a monet trying to hear any movement before deciding to book it. You didn't even make it two steps before that same whoosh you heard wisped past the air and caught your legs. You fell forward hard as it dragged you towards it. Your scream was cut short when three fingered hand covered your mouth through your mask. "SHHHH I'm not gonna hurt you."

You looked at the figure trying to get a good look at him under the dim street light that lit up the alleyway. He was green and rocked an orange bandanna with all the of stickers on him. Was he a fucking turtle? You shook as he looked you in the eyes. "Don't scream I'm not going to hurt you." You side eyed him until you finally shook your head quickly as an almost pleading yes. He smiled softly before removing his hand.

"W-what are you? Who are you?" He sheeply sat you upright before placing you against the wall your art was in. "The names Mikey, sorry to scare you." You looked him up and down before sighing. He seemed to be of no threat yet. "Then what do you want?" You said sharply. He winced and smiled nervously. "Well uhh you see I uh I'm gonna turn you in."

You sharply look his way. "Your kidding me? C'mon dude I didn't even do anything wrong." You yelled. He looked ashamed while looking at your art piece. He seemed amazed as you looked at your art from an angle. "I'm sorry..really I am. But you've been vandalizing the city with this amazing art. It's starting to make the people of New York angry." You scoffed and looked down to your orange converse. "Psh what doesn't. What I've been all over the news? Do I at least got a good nickname?"

He shrugged before explaining "I mean not you specifically but your art has been everywhere!" That seemed to ease a smile into you, from what he can tell underneath your mask. "They call you the Graffiti Bandit..." Your smile instantly vanished as a look of anger crossed your face. "Your fucking kidding 'Graffiti Bandit'! They couldn't have chosen something cooler like the Mysterious artist or (Y/initials)? I sign them for a damn reason!"

He looked at you before looking at the piece again. "And now I'm going to jail with a fucking stupid nickname and a final unfinished art piece. He hesitated, biting his fingers before looking into your eyes. "I can let you finish...IF you promise to let me turn out in afterwards." YOu looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "And if you try to run I can catch you again with this." he raised his chain from his Nunchaku.

You sighed thinking about his offer, before looking him in the eyes once more and smiling a bit. "You got a deal turtle boy." Releasing you he stood close by the wall as you picked up the stranded spray paint can. You took a step back observing it, trying to regain your thoughts back before finally nodding your head and going back to it. He kept on talking to you finding out his full name is Michelangelo and that him and his brothers saved New York in times of danger.

"That's incredible. Having New York's back like that. You guys must get a lot of praise." He shrugged "Eh people find to like us better if they didn't know we exist." You looked his way with a face that had his heart clench a little. "Well I think you guys deserve the praise, you guys are amazing. Especially a place like New York you protect it. I think your pretty cool Mikey." Though you couldn't see it his face turned brightly red as he smiled. "Thanks (Y/initial)". You turned towards him with a slight smile. "Y/N...since everyone will know my name in a few. I thought you should've been the first one to know."

You finally finished as the sun began raising over the city's buildings. Wiping the sweat off your brow you finally took your hood off and mask. Mikey finally got a good look to your face and might he say, the artwork you did was no comparison to how you looked. The prettiest painting he's ever seen. He blushed as he seen your satisfied smile before turning his way. Your eyes brightening their color as the sun hit them just right. You opened your mouth to say something before you heard it. Sirens...

"Shit.." Mikey too looked the way the sirens were down the alleyway. "Well I'll definitely see you around Michelangelo, It was a pleasure." He looked towards your way, though there was no one there. Just a bottle of spray paint and your beautiful art work in front of him. He could chase you down but something in him stopped as he looked at the art in front of him. Breathtaking, but not as beautiful as you.

He continued looking towards the art before going into the manhole near the alley way after hearing the sirens being a little too close for comfort. He slowly treaded home as he hummed a song heard faintly through your headphones. He felt light and feathery and his stomach was doing twirls. He finally made it to the entrance of the lair and all his brothers was waiting there. "WHERE WERE OU? WE THOUGHT YOU DIED? OR GOT HURT? WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER ANY OF MY CALLS OR TEXTS..." Raph screeched though Mikey wasn't listening.

Leo noticed his blank stare and how he was suspiciously quiet. He raised a brow before asking "Did you at least get him?" He nodded his head no slowly. "Her...It was a her." He walked slowly towards his room, closing the door quietly. ALl three of his brothers looked at each other confused before hearing the new blare in the living room again. On the TV it showed a graffiti piece, mixing of all orange and blue colors. The words spelling 'Escape', every letter drawn in music and art supplies. Interpreting it all together in something beautiful.

"BREAKING NEWS! GRAFFITI BANDIT BACK AT IT AGAIN VANDALIZING OUR BEAUTIFUL CITY!...."

Thank You so much for reading this! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it!. This idea was incredible to write about. Feedback and ideas are highly recommended. Till next time MUAH!🤍🌻

#tmnt au #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #art #grafitti #romace #fluff #teeth rotting fluff

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