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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)

rise Donnie x gn reader

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 4873

Content: movie night, fight scene, brief text messages (it was a doozy to write but still really fun!)

Chapter Artwork: Here

Waking up before noon was a chore.

Not necessarily because you stayed up late, also not because you forgot to set an alarm, but the combination of the two made last night’s sleep enticingly prisonlike.

You only awoke when your bedroom seemed suspiciously bright, your rest suspiciously long. Having work at noon and not wanting to miss it, you shot up in bed, frantically padding for your phone in its place beside you.

Checking the time revealed that it was a comfortable while away from when you had to be at work, not even eleven yet.

Checking your telephone also revealed numerous notifications filling up the screen.

Not that it was odd for you to wake up to a bunch of text messages, but yeah, it was.

When you opened your phone, you saw that the group chat that had been made at April’s birthday party was the culprit.

Shoot. You’d almost forgotten that it even existed. Outside of the pictures from April’s party and a few memes, not much had been sent.

That was, until last night, apparently.

You scrolled to the top of the new messages, getting to work on reading through the slew of them awaiting you.

Today 1:58 AM

Leo: so I recognize that we’re all busy people/yōkai/mutants/unspecified, but we’ve got some free time tonight if you guys would be game for a movie night?

Mikey: Yeah baby! I’m SO down!

Leo: …

Leo: we’re the ones inviting people over so this was more for everyone else, you know?

Mikey: oh. right. knew that.

Today 3:17 AM

April: I’m game! After like seven because your girl has work :))

Donnie: Aren’t you on your fifth job this week?

April: Isn’t your forehead on its fifth inch?

Raph: f

Leo: f

Mikey: f

Today 4:23 AM

Casey: HECK YEAH, I’LL BRING SNAKCS.

Casey: *SNAKCN.

Sunita: You can do it Cass

Casey: **SNACKS!!!

Sunita: It’s a yes from me btw

Casey: Your sarcasm is not appreciated, goopy one.

Casey: Junior is with me right now. I hope you find it suitable that I have invited him along.

Leo: wait, Jr’s not in here? lemme add him rq

Leo added an Unknown number

Maybe Junior: A movie night sounds great! I’m assuming we already have plans to get pizza? If not, I’ll gladly pick some up.

Mikey: You /know/ we’ve got pizza covered, baby! All you need to do is show up

Maybe Junior: Sounds great!

As you caught up on the conversation, you thought about your schedule for the day. Sure, you had work, but only until six, and you didn’t have anything the next day. Some social interaction sounded nice, even if all of the people you were hanging out with all seemed to stay up until ungodly hours.

Today 10:48 AM

You: gosh dang are all of you nocturnal?

You: also yes, I’m absolutely down for a movie night! where at?

April: Remember that one patisserie we ate at in SoHo? Just meet me outside of there and I’ll lead you the rest of the way ;)

You: bet

With that, you rolled yourself off your mattress, slapped on some jeans, a shirt, beanie, fanny pack, boots, snagged some breakfast for the road, and started off on your way to work.

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The day at work proved drudgerous.

Thankfully, nothing terrible happened, and you didn’t have many bad interactions with customers, but it was so painfully dull. It had been insipid, realistically, since April had left, but it provided a steady pay and got you by. Such is the life of a retail worker.

The boredom you experienced at work was quickly warped into excitement as your shift ended and your walk to meet with your best pal began.

After a brisk journey, you landed in front of the patisserie that you and April had visited only a few weeks prior. You scanned the area, grinning as your eyes landed on her leaning against the brick wall by the building’s entrance. No sooner than you noticed her, she did the same with you.

“Hey!” April waved you over.

“Hey!” you responded as you walked over to her, taking in the familiar area around you. Coffee shops, hot pot stops, standard commercial buildings and advertisements galore, but not many residences.

“Hey April, where do these pals of yours live anyways?” you asked, still surveilling the nearby edifices.

“Oh. About that…” she started, and you looked at her.

She seemed nervous, almost.

“It’s fine if they live a while away. I could use the exercise.”

She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth anxiously. So it wasn’t that.

“What is it?” you asked, the smile you had slowly draining from your face.

“It’s nothing bad, just- let me show you.”

April slipped around the corner and into a dim, adjacent alley while you trailed her like a confused sheep. When she stopped abruptly and looked at the ground, you came up beside her and followed her gaze.

You started rethinking everything that had brought you to this point as you both stared down a slightly ajar manhole.

“The sewers.”

“The sewers,” she confirmed grimly.

“No, you’ve got to be kidding right now. Wherever the hidden cameras-slash-film crew are, they can come out now…” You paused. You didn’t truly expect anyone or anything to happen, but it sure would’ve made you feel better if it did. However, after a moment filled with the distant sounds of cars and people, you met her eyes again. “We’re really going in there?”

“Yep.”

“Does it not smell like, I don’t know, sewage?”

April snorted. “Oh, no. There are measures put in place to spruce the lair up. We’re talking industrial-grade air fresheners. I helped Donnie put ‘em up years ago.”

“... So it did smell?”

“Man, just get in the sewers!”

With that impetus, you cautiously helped her kick the cover askew, then open, and tentatively placed yourself on the first rung of a ladder built in a wall. Before you continued your descent, you narrowed your eyes at your companion.

“If this is some kind of trick, I swear-”

This time April didn’t indulge you with words. One sight of her deadpan sent you carefully yet swiftly working your way down into the sewers.

Despite being underneath the ground, it was still bright enough to see in front of you, see the rungs methodically moving up as you went down. You attributed your ability to see to the light creeping in through the entrance above, so when April followed you down and worked the cover back in place, you were immediately plunged into darkness.

“Woah, it’s, uh, a bit dark down here,” you called, definitely not clinging desperately to the ladder.

“Oh, right! You’re not really used to this,” April laughed lightly.

“You could say that.”

“Here.” After a moment, a bright light shone from above you. April’s flashlight. In the now illuminated cement structure, you looked up to see her flash you a smile. You mustered up an uneasy one back at her and crept the rest of the way down.

You almost collapsed in relief at being back on solid, albeit sewer-water-dampened, ground. At least it didn’t smell like sewage, just like she had said.

April landed beside you swiftly, giving you a nudge before bounding down a tunnel. “Come on. It’s this way!”

You sighed before coming up beside her.

“Once again, I feel I just need to ask for legal purposes, this isn’t an elaborate hoax or scheme for my demise, right?”

“I promise! Look, just relax.This’ll be fun!”

“Alright.”

You two meandered through the tunnels in a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the echoes of your steps and the constant drips of faraway water. With how many chambers you had moved through, you contemplated confirming that she knew the way, but the confidence with which she walked convinced you well enough.

Eventually, a light came into view at the end of the passageway, and you could faintly discern the sound of indistinguishable chatter.

“Right here,” April exulted, jogging up to the exit and stepping out into the light.

You tailed her. As you drank in the scene around you, it was drastically contrary to what you would expect of a sewer dwelling.

The room had the spaciousness and height of a gothic church, though the decor was certainly less ornate. In lieu of flying buttresses or stained glass, the architecture in the lair consisted of graffitied walls, string lights and drainage pipes, which presumably led to more rooms. For an underground home, it was very bright and comely. The most notable feature of the room, however, was the huge skate ramp in the center of the room, the deck almost reaching the ceiling.

“See? Not a slaughterhouse.” April grinned.

You playfully raised a brow. “The night’s still young.”

You took to surveying the ground floor for anyone else.

Off to the side of the grand atrium stood Raph, Casey, and some kid who you’d never seen before. You could only presume him to be that ‘Junior’ character from the group chat.

Well, maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. He wasn’t a kid, per say, as his built physique and the stubble on his chin made evident, but his bright eyes and how exuberantly he spoke to Casey accentuated his youthful appearance.

“Hey y’all!” April called as you walked over to the three.

Raph and Casey both greeted you with enthusiastic grins, Casey additionally giving you a light slug on the arm.

The new one, however, had a much more interesting reaction. His eyes widened upon seeing you, but maybe he just wasn’t expecting to see a new person. Reasonable, you supposed.

You decided to put your best foot forward, offering a hand shake and your name.

After a moment of just staring at you blankly, he blinked himself back into the present and shook your hand firmly.

“Casey Jones. Nice to see- or, meet, you,” he smiled widely.

“So you’re Casey?” you looked Cassandra mischievously. “And you’re Casey? Are you two related or is that just a coincidence?”

All ongoing conversation stopped for all of them to exchange a look.

April cleared her throat. “Well, about that-”

They proceeded to tell you the craziest story you’d heard in your life. They detailed how when, a couple years back, the Krang invaded and ransacked the city, the kid before you had been portaled from the future by older versions of your current turtle friends. The icing on top of the cake? Casey, the new one, is Cassandra’s son.

“What in the back to the future- you’re from the future?! Dude, you are from the future. That’s the most- I don’t want to say ridiculous but- it’s the wildest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you know me? Ooh, am I cool? I hope I’m cool. Also, no pressure to answer anything, just know that this is literally the most excited I’ve been all day.”

“Yeah, I knew you,” he nodded exuberantly with a bittersweet gleam in his eye. “The coolest commander I ever knew, aside from Commander O’Neil.”

“Commander?! Man, that’s wicked! Sorry if bringing this stuff up is weird or sad.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured. “It is odd seeing you, but I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s sort of nice.”

You smiled warmly at him just as the others’ conversation caught your attention. Casey mentioned something about everyone already being in the projector room, then April brought something up about getting this movie night on the road. You couldn’t agree more.

“So, should we head over there?” you proposed.

“We’ll grab the snacks and meet up with you!” Raph flashed you a toothy grin before smirking at Casey. Original Casey, not Jr. “Race you to the kitchen!”

“You’re going down, reptile!”

The two bounded off. You, April, and other Casey stood stupefied.

“Us too, future boy!” April challenged before breaking into a sprint after Raph and Casey. Casey Jr. shook his head lightheartedly before racing after them.

Just as you thought you’d be left standing like a deer in headlights until they returned, two giggling figures emerged from the sewer tunnel you’d come through, one blue, one orange.

“Hey Mikey, Leo!” you waved

“What’s up?” Leo smiled.

“Not much- woah!” you exclaimed. Mikey had already ran up to you and was currently squeezing your ribs in a tight hug.

“Hi,” he said, grinning widely.

“Hello.” You patted his back once, twice, awkwardly. “I think everyone’s either grabbing snacks or already went to the projector room, wherever that is.”

“We’ll show you the way!” Mikey was practically bouncing. “We’re gonna watch that new JJ movie! It’s a sequel to Pluto Vacation Part 77, but a prequel to Part 4,” Mikey explained exuberantly as he all but dragged you toward the projector room.

“Arguably the worst JJ movie, but let’s not delve into that right now,” Leo muttered.

“JJ?” you slanted your head.

“Jupiter Jim!” Mikey clarified. He let out an audible gasp and stopped walking when he saw you were still confused. “You don’t know Jupiter Jim! Omigosh! Wha- How? I thought I knew you!” The box turtle shook your shoulders.

“Easy, Miguel,” Leo moved Mikey’s hands off of your arms. “It’s not their fault they’re uneducated.”

Your stupefied expression soured. “I was about to thank you for coming to my defense, but I think you just made it worse.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. Don’t you fret, we’ll get you fixed up in about 800 films, reboots, and comics. Onward!” The two brothers started back up on their way to the movie.

“What? How many?” you asked, exasperated. You did not have the time nor attention span for that.

Leo and Mikey continued walking with you tagging along. The red eared slider just shrugged. “Chill, we’re not getting through all of them tonight. We’ll marathon as many as we can, though. I think the one we’re starting on works well enough chronologically.”

“I’ll take your word on it.”

You entered the projector room. The only person who was currently there was Sunita, though you almost didn’t recognize her in her yōkai form at first. You’d only seen it one other time at April’s, and you had lost your mind when she turned into a sludgy green puddle of googlyschmootz. You’d thought that she’d spontaneously combusted, but nope. That was just her insanely cool true form.

She was seated on the ground, eagerly staring at the projection of the menu screen of the Jupiter Jim movie on the wall. Behind her sat an orange, worn out sofa, and to the right of it was a gray bean bag chair.

“Sunita!” Mikey exclaimed, ran up to her, and took a seat beside her while Leo covered himself with a blanket on the couch and scrolled on his phone. “How long have you been watching the menu screen?”

“An hour,” she said nonchalantly, still not daring to take her eye off of it. “The score is just so good! I physically cannot look away.”

You squinted. “But you don’t need to look to hear the- nevermind.” You settled down in front of the bean bag, using the chair as support for your back.

Once you were seated, the sound of footsteps fastly approaching signaled the arrival of more people.

Casey ran in first, bags of popcorn tucked under her arms, followed by April, with chips, Casey Jr., soda that certainly wouldn’t explode once it was opened, and finally Raph, arms full of candy. All of them were out of breath; you inferred they raced here like they had earlier. Casey boasting about her superior skills proved your hypothesis.

Raph muttered something about having the most to carry as he sulkily plopped down on the couch. Casey landed between him and Leo, still smiling victoriously.

Casey Jr. set down the ticking time bomb that was the carbonated beverages he had sprinted through the lair with on the ground beside him as he took a seat by Mikey.

April clicked a couple of finger guns your way and sat beside you. She also decided to use the bean bag chair to rest against.

You were about to propose starting the movie before you realized someone was missing.

“Wait, where’s Donnie?” you whispered to April.

“Probably in his lab. Push comes to shove, we send Mikey to sucker him out of his room.”

“Is the lab here?”

“Yep. Just on the other side of the lair.”

“I might be reconsidering my whole stance on the whole ‘living in the sewers’ thing.”

April laughed lightly.

Suddenly, you felt the bean bag you two were resting against gain another commuter, the action bouncing you both.

You tipped your head back, meeting eyes with a nonchalant Donatello resting behind you.

“Personally, I recommend it. Technically not tax evasion if the government can’t find you,” he shrugged.

“It also helps that they don’t know you exist,” April jabbed lightheartedly.

“For legal reasons, I’m gonna pretend I heard none of that,” you averted your gaze jokingly, slowly tipping your head back down.

You heard your companions snicker, then joined them in their laughter.

Soon, once Raph saw that everyone was present, he hit the buttons on the projector until the movie started playing.

While the movie opened up on, you guessed it, Pluto, snacks and drinks began to proliferate throughout the room and even eventually made their way to you three on the bean bag.

The movie was fairly obviously made on a low budget, as the shoddy camera direction and presence of a boom microphone for five minutes showed, but it was self aware about its campiness. Sure, the lore and character relationships were an absolute cluster, but it was still entertaining. Plus, the prosthetics used for the aliens looked phenomenal, and some scenes were genuinely eerie.

All in all, it was an enjoyable watch, made even more so by April’s occasional humorous comment and Donnie researching behind the scenes facts when something seemed intriguing to him.

As the credits rolled, you took a big stretch.

“That was a bit creepier than I thought a Jupiter Jim movie would be. Consider my timbers, shivered,” you admitted.

“I thought we reserved ‘shivering timbers’ for nautical excursions, same as ‘ahoy,’” Donnie commented. Man, he could really work sarcasm into any conversation. It was impressive, really.

“Hey, you can just drop it now, Don-Tron… That ship’s sailed.” Leo smirked.

“Wow. Boat puns. Stooping low today.” Donnie crossed his arms.

“Please, if we were stooping low, we’d bring up your internet history,” Mikey jumped in on the shenanigans. “But I’d much rudder keep this civil.”

“...”

“Continuing on,” Raph changed the subject. “I guess Pluto Vacation IV makes the most logical sense?”

Donnie and April cheered. Mikey and Leo groaned.

“Hey!” April exclaimed. “We agreed not to trash on each other’s favorites.” She then gestured to you. “Plus, they’ve never seen it, so we’re doing this. Got it?”

“Fine,” Leo and Mikey spoke unison, the former rolling his eyes as Raph placed in the DVD and started the film.

The film started, once again, with a killer score, just as Sunita had said. Maybe she had a point about not being able to peel your vision from the screen-

Suddenly, a horrendous beeping noise shrieked from right behind your head, causing you to snap your head around immediately.

“What is that horrible- oh wait that’s me.” Donnie tapped on the tech gauntlet on his forearm and made the alarm cease. At the same time, someone paused the movie.

“What was that?” you exclaimed, cautiously uncovering your ears.

“Hmm,” the turtle hummed. “Seems like we’ve got a 2100-47 in progress.”

Somewhere in the distance, you could hear crickets chirp.

“Oh, right, no one reads the manual. Art heist, going on right now, Hudson Street.”

You looked around the room, wondering what the heck any of that meant, but everyone else seemed determined, ready, like superheroes.

“Wait wait wait, what just happened? What was that look?” Silence met you. “Wait, you guys are trying to fight crime? Right now? Seriously?”

You looked to April, who only smirked in response.

“Dang you guys are not slash j right now,” you remarked, gaining a small laugh from the soft shell behind you. “Do I have to stay here or..?”

“I don’t think so,” April spoke up.

“There are plenty of us. What could happen?” Leo pitched in.

“Besides, in the future, you were always able to hold your own,” Casey Jr. beamed. Okay, if you had him backing you up, the guy who knew a future version of you, you couldn’t let him down.

“Alright. I’m ready. At the very least, I’ll be moral support,” you shrugged.

“That’s the spirit!” Casey shouted. “Now let’s go!”

Just like that, your peaceful movie night turned into all of you rushing through the main room of the lair, those with weapons and masks grabbing their respective tools, and climbing up to the surface.

Immediately, Raph, Casey, and Sunita began scaling the rooftops in the direction of Hudson. Leo used his blades to form an electric blue portal, leaving a tingling sensation in the air after he leapt through. Mikey took out a chained instrument and, after latching it to lampposts, swung through the night. The mechanical shell on Donnie’s back converted into a jet pack-adjacent piece of technology with a seat, allowing for him and April to whirl off in the direction of the fighting.

You stood still. You had nary a clue what to do or where to go or- just about anything, really.

You looked over at the only person still beside you and wondered how Casey Jr. planned to get over there.

He looked back at you brightly and stepped beside you.

“Hold on!” Before you could question why, the youth revealed a grappling hook-esque contraption on his wrist, tucked the other arm around you, aimed at a lamppost, and sent you two soaring through the air.

You instinctively clung to the poor lad, who was somehow managing his own and your weight. The wind lashed at your face harshly as you dipped and soared, swinging off of every suitable lamppost or rooftop you passed.

As soon as you started to feel ill, you two landed on solid ground in an alleyway. However, the dread from that was quickly replaced by what you saw there.

Numerous goons were there, some loading crates of presumably stolen items into a large vehicle. The others were already engaged in fighting off your friends.

Their faces seemed unnatural, borderline demonic, and the fact that all of the creatures had the same exact face did not make it any less uncanny.

The Caseys and April were steadily beating them down with hockey sticks and a baseball bat respectively. Raph and Sunita had seemed to head straight for the truck to salvage the stolen art. Donnie, Leo, and Mikey appeared to be pure agents of chaos, distracting and fighting goons with any means necessary.

“Standard goons. We’ve so got this.” Leo confidently utilized his blades, trapping one of the enemy in particular in a loop of falling infinitely to dizzy them. You weren’t so sure. There were a lot of them, and you were almost getting taken out by your own side.

“Heads up!”

You barely had time to duck out of the way of Mikey’s weapon, a ball attached to chains that were literally on fire, as it whipped just over your head.

“Heads down would be more appropriate!” you called.

You stumbled forward in an attempt to catch your balance. You were barely able to prevent yourself from falling, but you managed to stay upright. No sooner than you steadied yourself, a low hum emitted from the space right in front of you. The air vibrated tensely; it reminded you of how Leo’s portal felt earlier, but that turtle in particular was already busy behind you.

Just as everything clicked in your brain, another portal tore through the air in front of you. This one was colossal, filling up the entire alleyway in its amber glow.

Your breath quickened as you cumbersomely took one step back, then another. Your wide eyes remained transfixed on the gateway in front of you.

Out of the otherworldly portal emerged a ginormous spider, about as tall as the portal itself, four legs acting as legs, the others similar to arms. Well, as similar as spindly spider limbs can be to arms. The arachnid’s six glowing red eyes bore deeply into yours, her jagged teeth curled delightfully into a wicked grin.

Perspiration permeated every pore of your being. Every limb went stiff, each muscle rendered taut. You probably would have screamed if not for fear of bile rising up your throat instead.

“Big Mama…”

“Oh, what a delectable surprise!” Big Mama delighted, her uppity, whimsical tone in such stark contrast with her imposing demeanor. “So many turtle-y boos, and- oh, this is pos-a-bubbly splendiferous!”

Her eyes narrowed in on you, but she didn’t take any action. She simply surveyed you, then the damage her lackeys had taken so far, then what all had been recovered, before they fell back on you.

“Come now, my minions!” The spider ordered coolly, almost excitedly. “We have far more pertinent prerogatives.”

Obediently, immediately, the identical servants ceased their fighting with everyone and filed through the portal behind Big Mama.

With one last nefarious smirk, she disappeared just as she had emerged: in a flash of auburn light.

All of you stood tensely. No one so much as breathed as if an action as insignificant as that would somehow summon the gargantuan spider and her lackeys again.

“So…” Leo’s lighthearted timbre cut through the atmosphere, “who’s up for Part 79?”

“Leo, not the time!” Raph corrected, and the two started to squabble.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you said shakily.

“You okay?” April placed a hand on your shoulder

“Yeah. I’m all good! Just had enough excitement,” you shrugged coolly out of her touch, hoping that you were concealing your panic better than you thought you were. “I’m right around the corner so I can just walk over-”

“I could walk with you.”

You paused, looked at who had said that. Donnie. You tilted your head at him, fairly certain that everyone else was just as perplexed.

He retracted about as much as he could into his shell at the attention. “For safety, of course. Because, you know, that was a really oddly timed exit and they could be waiting nearby and-”

“I get it, I get it,” you reassured, sparing him from digging a deeper grave. “I’ll gladly take the escort.” You turned to address the rest of the bunch. “Thank you very much for having me over, guys, it’s been real. A-A little too real, maybe, but fun either way. Goodnight, gang!”

You waved goodbyes and exited the alleyway, a purple-clad turtle in tow. You walked silently, still hardly processing what you had just witnessed. His presence was still pleasant, even if no words were exchanged.

Only when you were about a block away from your home did you speak. “So, do you guys experience stuff like that all the time or is the physical embodiment of arachnophobia a special occurrence?”

“Yeah, that was pretty much the usual, but Big Mama’s just about the worst of them. It used to be Baron Draxum, the warrior-alchemist-sheep man who made us, but he’s been rehabilitated.”

“Pardon? Your dad’s a sheep man?”

“No, my dad’s actually a rat. Draxum’s just my creator, father at best.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded along as if you grasped any of that. But if he was a turtle, then how would a rat or a sheep- oh, you were reading into it too much. It didn’t matter though, as you had already arrived in front of your complex. You walked up to the porch and turned toward him.

“Thanks for walking me back. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.”

You two paused. Were you supposed to walk away? Have more conversation?

After a moment of just looking at him, you gave him a small salute. “I’ll see you around, ‘Tello-”

“Wait!” he said before speaking more quietly. “I made a prototype of the technology I told you about at the library, if you want to come over and check it out sometime?”

“Oh, would I?” you beamed. “That sounds wonderful. I’m free tomorrow morning, if that works for you?”

“Y-Yeah, tomorrow’s great.” He smiled brightly back. “Great!”

“Does eleven sound good?”

“Eleven works.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He clicked his tongue, rocked back and forth on his heels.

“I’ll see you then.” You did finger guns, internally cursing yourself for it.

“I bid you adieu.”

“Right back at you. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.” He finally made his way off the porch before shooting off into the sky with his battle shell, and you could finally head up to your place.

That was quite possibly the most awkward farewell you’d ever had. Very sweet, yes, but awkward nonetheless.

At the very least, you’d made it home in one piece. You couldn’t wait to see him- you meant, see his invention tomorrow.

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virgilisspidey · 2 years

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2012 headcanon speedrun time because i am upset woth all the 2012 slander (all of this are considered canon in my mama leo series)

Raph likes to carry people and Mikey loves to be carried.

Mikey purposely falls asleep in the pit so Leo could tell Raph to carry him.

Leo is the only one able to tame a very sleep deprived Donnie.

Contrary to popular belief, Leo knows how to cook one thing and one thing only, instant ramen.

If Mikey asks Raph to do something stupid with him, he'll do thag stupid thing.

Donnie would blow up his failed experiments out in the sewers with Raph, April and Casey

Mikey wasn't allowed because he's not "a part of the middle child squad"

So like the little shit he is he told Leo and let's say they're not allowed tk do it without Mikey anymore.

Raph grabs Leo's hand whenever he's scared.

Everyone hides behind Leo when they're scared.

Leo is also very scared but he doesn't have a say in it because they're already hiding.

Leo and Karai hang out on the rooftop a lot since they've met

Mikey snuck out to see why Leo was sneaking out, Raph also snuck out because Mikey was sneaking out and Donnie snuck out because he didn't want to be left alone.

Karai got forcefully adopted into their family way before she even knew she's actually a part of it

Karai refuses to be brought to the brother's lair

They stage mock fights so Shredder won't suspect she was buddy buddy with the turtles.

The brothers constantly want to one up each other to impress her.

She claims to have no favourite brother

(it's mikey)

Karai and Raph tried to steal the sword Leo and her were supposed to steal

Leo caught them before they can go for it

April likes to chill in Donnie's lab because it has the best wifi

Donnie ends up helping Casey with school as well since he started hanging out with them

Raph and Casey spray paint a ton in the sewers

Literally everyone in the family can draw except Leo

Leo is a bit bitter about that

Casey taught Donnie to braid April's hair

He has a little sister, he knows how to braid

Donnie tried braiding Karai's hair

Cuz it's short, she let him braid her side bangs

Karai got into watching Space Heroes because of Leo

Leo would watch it with her on the rooftop and would point out details she won't know about until seasons after

Karai doesn't mind, she likes spoilers

The brothers have their own slots for Papa's Freezeria

Donnie has perfect scores because he will reset the day everytime he gets something wrong

They have a sixth sense when one of them enters Leo's room

It's a domino effect

For example, if Mikey has a nightmare, he goes to Leo's room and immediately Raph and Donnie wake up and feel the disturbance

Plus they want to be with Leo too

That's it for now ✨

#tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt 2012 headcanons

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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More ROTTMNT headcanons: Cause I finished my Essay

Leo bruises like a goddamn peach

And he never knows where the bruises come from

He’ll have massive bruises all over his body and when his brothers ask “was that from last night's fight?” He’ll just shrug

Donnie has a photographic memory it’s a blessing and a curse

Leo always knows when someone is lying

It’s why he didn’t trust big mama in the first place

There have been a few lies that have been told successfully when Leo is around

Not because he was unable to tell it was a lie

But because Leo loves drama and he thought the lie was a lot funnier than the truth

Raph and Mikey are morning people

Leo and Donnie are night owls

My little sunrise and sunset duos

Mikey can't stay up past midnight (unless he’s in the zone)

He’s tried to stay up with the twins but the second the clock hits 12 he’s out like a light

And he always wakes up with the sun it’s honestly kind of freaky

And Raph has this very strict sleep schedule (he always goes to sleep at 10 and wakes at 6)

He’s never fucked up his sleep schedule and he likes it that way

The twins don't even have a sleep schedule they just pass out when they’re exhausted

Leo has insomnia so it’s uncommon for him to pass out before 3 AM

And Donnie forces himself to stay awake past 3 AM

When Leo gets bored he’ll just hang out in Donnie’s lab and ask him questions about what he’s working on

Whenever Donnie can’t sleep he’ll go to Leo or Raph

He won't even wake Raph up he’ll just walk into the room and Raph will cling to him

And his hugs are like a weighted blanket so it’s very hard to stay awake

Donnie will joke and say Leo’s talking will put him to sleep but in reality daytime Leo and nighttime Leo are two different things

Nighttime Leo is very quiet and his very presence is soothing

If Donnie tells him he can't sleep he’ll hum some lullabies until he passes out

Raph will also go to Leo when he can’t sleep

Cause most of the time, Leo will help Raph forget about the nightmares that woke him up in the first place

But there are some nights when Raph wants to talk about the nightmares and Leo is okay with that too

Mikey will go to Leo or Donnie when he can’t sleep

Mikey likes Leo’s singing voice so he asks him to sing Disney songs until he falls asleep

And Donnie’s voice is very soothing when he’s working on his tech

Leo doesn’t like to bother his siblings when he can’t sleep

But he will look in their rooms to make sure they’re okay

On the off chance that someone catches him (probably Donnie), they will wake up the others and have a mandatory cuddle sesh

When April can’t sleep she spends the night with the boys because just knowing they’re alright soothes her

#thanks for yelling at me #I got it in on time #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #disaster twins #the twins never sleep #change my mind

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ramengirl03 · 1 year

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Our darling turtle, Lilliana Hamato.

(click for better view)

She is a transfem lesbian.

She's still very stubborn and basically has to be tied down just to relax.

The amount of times Donnie had to get after her is not surprising.

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"Lil, get back to bed!"

"Donnie I'm fine, my leg isn't even that bad anymore. I need to get back on track with my training."

"Lilliana Hamato, if you don't get your shell back into bed I will drag you by your bandana!"

"Donnie! I'm fine!"

"then you leave me no choice."

"you wouldn't dare."

"Mikey, Raph, we've gotta code blue!!"

*Code Blue- Force their sister to rest by turtle piling until she rests*

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She's still stubborn as hell, as proven, but even when she's not being forced into a turtle pile she enjoys relaxing with her brother.

Whether it be watching movies, playing video games, or just hanging out, she's always the most relaxed around them.

She only lowers her guard around them.

Even though all the Hamato siblings are cold blooded, Lilly has more trouble with winter nights.

The cold effects her wounds and injured knee, making them irritated during the cold.

Not only that, but the cold triggers her PTSD from her fight with the Shredder.

She doesn't sleep well during those nights due to her nightmares, so each one of her brothers take turns in having a "sleepover" In her bedroom.

But if the nightmares get worse, then all turtles would turtle pile in Mikey's room. That way they'd all be together in case she wakes up in a cold sweat.

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Despite how she was raised to be a leader to the team, she must always remind herself that she's a sister before a Leader.

And her brothers are always going to be her first priority, no matter the circumstances.

There was one night where she got into an argument with Splinter over the position of 'Leader'. But not in the way that you think.

Let's just say that Splinter wanted to rid her of the pressure of being leader and pass the position onto one of her brothers who he thought would handle it.

And in a fit of rage, she protested.

Not because she wanted to keep the title, but because she didn't want her brothers to feel the pressure that she felt.

Having the fear of making the wrong decision or having nightmares of her failing to protect them.

She's a leader, but not by her own choice.

She refuses to let her brothers feel this fear, this burden, and if she has to put her life in danger to do so, then so be it.

"I'm making this call as their sister, not their leader. None of them will feel this burden, and I'll make sure of it."

Yeah her relationship with her Father has begun to go downhill.

They don't have a close bond like they did before.

But hey, she loves her family.

And she'll always prove it to them

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #transfem leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2k12

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lackablazeical · 11 months

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Alright, I was up all night figuring this AU out because I’m new to it and it seems interesting. But, I do have some questions.

- What if Usagi was broken enough to actually take his own life? Would Leo attempt to stop him before it actually works? Or what would happen if Leo was too late to save Usagi?

- If it was possible, how would Raph react if he lost Mrs. Cuddles one day?

- Did Mikey get hurt enough one day to the point he was unconscious for more than a few days? How did his brothers react to it?

I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW, THIS AU IS KILLING ME MAN 😭

Glad you love it!!!! Hopefully you didn't use too much mental power, lol! Sleep is important!

Okay, now questions (good questions, at that):

- Leo absolutely would attempt to stop him. In the Canon of later years, Usagi is actually on a sort of 'watch' system incase he does try to hurt himself. Typically this involves Leo being around him, but if Leo isn't avaliable, it is usually Shelldon who will make sure Usagi doesn't SH or something similar. Leo would absolutely restrain Usagi or keep Usagi alive/conscious, he wants Usagi to last as long as possible.

If Leo was too late, and Usagi died, Leo would just become a husk of himself. He would become depressed, withdrawn, etc. He'd lash out as well, likely to Usagi's brothers specifically. If Usagi dies, Leo isn't keeping Ken and Ishi around. I can imagine that when Usagi dies, Leo refuses to let go of the body for just. Days/weeks, and only let's go bc he's so dehydrated and hungry that he can't fight Donnie pulling the, ya know, Rotting Corpse out of his arms.

- Lose his complete and utter shit. The entire Lair is getting torn apart looking for her until she's found or they can make/find a new one.

- I could see that happening 100%, though it hasn't happened in anything canon. Probably just a nice mini-coma after a week long bender or something, or a pretty hard fight in the nexus.

Leo would absolutely not want to leave Mikey alone. He'd be attached to Mikey's side and waiting like a pathetic soggy cat for him to wake up. Leo would be just so sad bc he misses his little brother :( Donnie wouldn't really LIKE the fact Leo would always be jostling/moving Mikey, but he also can't really STOP him sooooo. He picks his battles.

Donnie would just be in medical mode first, angry protective big brother second. Taking care and making sure he's stable, any injuries he has stay clean and wrapped, etc etc. The second Mikey wakes back up he's getting beaten with a belt tho, for making Donnie WORRY and also wasting his IV DRIPS

Raph would just wanna lurk and be around Mikey when possible, may leave one of his lesser stuffies with him. Probably also the one having to peel Leo off of Mikey if Donnie needs to do something that requires Leo keeps his personal space, lmao. Raph just stays close and spends time with Mike, even after he wakes up, just to make sure he feels better.

THE AU IS KILLING YOU? GOOD. DIE/J

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #addams! leo #addams! usagi #addams! mikey #addams! hamatos #addams! leosagi #addams! raph

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galaxitix · 10 months

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Have a photo from the Family Album o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Made by your favorite rat dad, Splinter and his lovely assistant, Mikey

@ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle submission for the last mini tournament Family ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Small backstory on photo, and headcanons undercut

Ok so first backstory for photo:

So, basically splinter normally stays up and wait for his children return, that being when Lav comes to get him a report. His kids had been on some sort of mission that has kept them up a lot(which explains the eye bags). This time however, it was dangerous close daylight and he had not seen sight of his eldest or heard from the others so went to investigate when he came upon this scene. He thought the moment was too good and took a photo which was later added to his album (that Mikey got him into, not wanting him to be bored while they were out). Stickers was added by Mikey (tho Raph draw them and Donnie got them printed)

And now on to sleepy headcanons for my au

Starting with the eldest, she tends to drool in her sleep and she does do the coffin pose when sleeping(like in canon) except when her hands are preoccupied by your siblings. She is a extremely light sleeper which doesn't pair well with her insomnia. Most times, she is the one hanging out with Donnie in his lab when she is too sleep-deprived to drag him to bed.

Next Raph, he snored in the sleep and will denied no matter what proof is provided(Mika recorded him once to prove he does snore). He also has a reflex to grab everything and anything placed in his hand. (Which makes it hard for Mika to properly pull the whip cream prank on him since he just kinda squash it in his hand the moment it's put in his hand)

Next Donnie, they are very cuddly. When they fall asleep in the pit or in their bed(a rare occurrence), they will grab the closest person/thing beside them and let me tell you, when they grab you, you best believe you are not going anywhere until they wake up again. Donnie has a ridiculously strong grip in their sleep so to prevent them from trapping the person next to them everytime, they(their siblings) give them a pillow to sit with, in case they do fall asleep(Donnie like the extra weight in his lap and it's a headrest as a bonus). They claim they won't, but with their non-existent sleep schedule, yeah they definitely will. Another fact is that Donnie whistles in their sleep due to the gap in their teeth.

Now the youngest, Mikey/Mika, they are a wild sleeper. Some position he get himself into make you question what he's dreaming about. He also sleeps like the dead and only Lav and Splinter can successfully wake him with no trouble(Donnie and Raph still wonder how). He always has the wildest dreams and takes joy in rambling about it while they having breakfast .

As said before Lav has insomnia while Donnie is just a workaholic who purposely ignore their body's need for sleep.

Sometimes Lav will drag Donnie from their lab to her room to rest when he's overworking themselves (mama lav for the win) She only does this with them because Raph has no trouble going to bed(he values his sleep cause he rather be dead than be sluggish during a fight) and Mikey usually falls asleep despite how many attempts she makes to stay up all night(Lav also carry her to her room when she ends up falling asleep in the pit)

Peace (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)✌️

#ulimatebabygirl #transfem leo #ultimatebabygirlsupreme mini tournament #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 #non-binary donnie #tmnt donnie #bigender mikey #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt raph 2012

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tumblingbackwardsdownthestairs · 2 months

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Team 41514 | The Don-Trons

Part 1 Betrayal (next part will be linked here)

April really did try to stay awake after her alarm went off. She had moved it farther from her bed so she’d be forced to get up, she brushed her teeth right away, she even made herself a morning coffee. Now that coffee was going cold while she sleeps on her couch. It really was a valaient effort but there’s only so much you can do when you spend your nights working part-time jobs or fighting with mutants. Luckily something came along to wake her back up.

She has no time to react to her wall bursting open before she’s catching a turtle shell hurling towards her face. Mikey quickly pops out to wraparound her tightly, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“April help! He’s gone crazy!”

“Don’t be ridiculous Micheal! ‘Crazy’ implies lack of reason and you know I have plenty of reason.”

April stares at her friend hovering in the rubble that was once her wall, clutching his weapon and grinding his teeth.

“And what reason could you possibly have for destroying my apartment?”

“Oh please. It was just a wall, hardly your whole apartment. Besides, you destroyed something much more important.”

April’s lips press into a tight line, “more important than my wall?”

“But of course! Both of you are responsible for breaking something infinitely more valuable: my trust.”

“I swear! I didn’t know what he meant!” Mikey pleads.

“What are you two on about?”

“Scoff! Like you don’t know.”

“Barry told me some kids asked him to be the supervisor for their club and I was all excited and I ask ‘did you say yes?’ and he did! So I screamed ‘yayyyyyy!’ and was all excited ‘cause he was taking initiative and helping out human kids and the school and I hadn’t even needed to convince him and I was so proud! But then it turns out the club was a robotics team and he never even told me so I couldn’t tell Donnie but even if I did he wouldn’t have been able to join because he’s not a student at your school except Baxter Stockboi was able to so maybe he could’ve especially with Barry being in charge but Donnie doesn’t like Baxter or Kendra or anyone on the team except maybe Sunita and Dale or maybe just Sunita since we’ve never really talked to Dale and honestly we’re not that close to Sunita but I’d like to because she seems super cool and you guys always hangout and I just want to spend more time with her!”

“Yeesh, did you get any of that?” everyone turns in surprise to find Leo, leaning in the doorway to April’s kitchen, eating noodles out of a takeout container with chopsticks. “Just saying, I completely skimmed past it. Didn’t even look like he was breathing for most of it.”

“Are you the one who keeps eating my leftovers?”

Leo freezes. Risking only a quick glance away from April’s eyes to the food in his hands before getting caught back into her deadly stare. “No?”

“I don’t have time for any of this. I need to be at school in,” April checks her phone, “five minutes ago!” Her head drops back onto the armrest in frustration.

Leo puts down the chopsticks, grabbing the hilt of one of his katanas eagerly, “need me to get you there?”

“No!” she and Donnie cry.

“It pains me to say but this is far more important than April’s education. She will not be able to go to school until this is resolved.”

April’s eyes snap towards the purple clad turtle. Donnie claiming something is more important than education? “What did you say happened?”

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barikinbear · 2 years

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Part Three: We’re Okay

T-C*ST DNI PLS AND THX

@ilivelikeimtrying

Same old song, eighty second verse, a little bit louder, a little bit worse.

Leo was hurt again. He’d probably thrown himself in to the line of fire, no regards for his own safety, only thinking of himself.

Raph would scold him, he’d brush it off. As always.

But when Raph and Donnie got to the alleyway behind Big Mama’s hotel, where Mikey, April and Casey were huddled in a circle on the ground, what greeted him was so much worse.

Leo was covered in blood. The stitches in his shoulder had burst open, horrible dark red liquid flowing out. His eyes were barely open, and his skin was deathly pale.

“What happened?” Raph demanded, dropping to his knees beside April.

“We were just trying break up a fight between two yokai.” April’s voice was tight with panic, her hands shaking. “One of them lunged at Leo with a knife, a-and he didn’t move. He was too slow, and-”

“We have to get him home,” Donnie cut in. “Now.”

Raph scooped Leo up into his arms, trying not to wince at the slimy blood on his skin.

Mikey held on to Leo’s hand, probably more for his own comfort. Leo was still half unconscious.

“It’ll be okay, Mikey. He’s been through worse.” Raph had meant it to be reassuring, but Mikey flinched, looking away.

Stupid. Mikey didn’t need to be reminded of that right now.

Raph wanted to take it back, to make up for his careless words, but Leo’s injury needed dealt with now.

Raph carried him into the turtle tank, laying him on the floor. April jumped into the driver’s seat while Casey knelt on the floor next to Leo’s still body.

Raph watched, all noise around him fading as Casey pressed gauze into Leo’s wounds, bright red soaking through the white bandages.

Why didn’t Leo move? He knew how to dodge a knife attack. Something was very wrong with this picture.

“The bleeding is slowing.” Casey’s voice broke into Raph’s thoughts. “He should be fine.”

“Fine? He’s covered in blood and he’s barely conscious! How is that fine?” Raph snapped, gesturing to his little brother’s wrecked form.

Wasn’t Casey supposed to be trained in this kind of thing? Anyone could see Leo was not fine.

“Raph.” Donnie laid a hand on Raph’s shoulder. “He’s just sleeping.”

Sure enough, Leo’s breathing was deep and even, chest rising and falling smoothly.

“I knew he was pushing himself too far,” Mikey said, an edge of something like anger in his voice. “He wouldn’t listen to me when I told him to rest. He was too tired and weak to even dodge a knife.”

They fell silent as Mikey’s words settled over them. Leo laid there so calmly, like his family wasn’t staring at him with pain and tears in their eyes.

They finally reached home. Raph gathered Leo in his arms again, careful not to wake him.

“Bring him to the med bay. I’m going to have to stitch him up again.”

Raph followed Donnie, forcing himself to look ahead and not at the dried blood on Leo’s skin.

“At least we have the numbing cream this time. Hopefully he won’t wake up,” Donnie said, prepping the needle and thread.

“Yeah, for his sake and ours.” Raph laid him on the cot and set to work cleaning the dried blood off Leo’s shoulder and arm.

He swallowed the tears back as he worked, a painful knot forming in his throat.

This was his fault. He’d pushed Leo to the edge. He’d pushed him to be a better leader, to put his team and family before himself.

And in doing so, nearly killed him.

Now his little brother was once again injured, blood staining his skin, because Raph couldn’t undo the damage he’d done.

Leo stirred right as Donnie was finishing up the stitches. His eyes fluttered open, and a groan escaped.

“What happened?”

“You got hurt. Again. Because you were too tired to get out of the way.” Raph fought to keep his voice under control. He couldn’t cry. Not now.

“Oh.” Leo glanced down at the black stitches marching across his shoulder and down his bicep. “Did anyone else get hurt?”

“No, we’re all fine,” Donnie said, answering before Raph could. “But you are not. You’ve been doing too much lately, and you ended up hurt because you’re too worn out. You were so exhausted you didn’t even wake up when I stitched you up.”

Leo shrugged his good shoulder.

“I have to work hard. I’m the leader, it’s my job to keep you guys safe. I can’t do that by slacking off.”

“Is that right?”

The three of them collectively jumped at the sudden voice. Splinter stood in the door way, arms crossed.

“My son, you cannot lead your team effectively if you’re not taking care of yourself. So until your shoulder heals, no training of any kind. And,” Splinter came over and took Leo’s hand in his. His eyes were kind, his voice extra gentle. “Until you can learn to give yourself proper rest, you will sit out future missions. Raphael will lead the team in your stead.”

Raph’s heart stopped. Leo’s eyes hardened.

“It’s not about me. That’s what everyone kept telling me, so now that I’m actually listening and putting my team first, I’m still doing it wrong?” Leo’s anger was barely concealed. His clenched fists were trembling at his sides.

“It’s not like that, Leo-” Raph started to explain, but Leo jumped off the cot and shoved past him.

“Wait!” Raph reached for Leo’s arm, only to have his hand smacked away.

“I hope you’re happy, since this is clearly what you wanted all along.” Leo’s eyes were cold, hard as steel. Raph stood there, speechless.

Leo hated him. And who could blame him?

Tears flooded Raph’s eyes, blurring his vision. If he had been able to see clearly, he would’ve seen Leo’s hard glare falter. He would’ve seen the heartbreak on Leo’s face as he turned away and left his family behind.

How could things have gone so wrong?

Leo buried his face in his damp pillow. He didn’t know if it was sweat or tears or both at this point.

He’d done everything. He’d given everything. And it still wasn’t enough. Not enough for Raph, for Dad, for Donnie or anyone.

They didn’t want him as their leader anymore. He wasn’t good enough.

New sobs wracked his aching body. His shoulder stung. He hadn’t even taken painkillers before collapsing in bed.

What was he gonna do? How could he face his family knowing he had no place on their team?

The exhaustion finally took hold and dragged him into a fitful sleep. His last thought before succumbing was of Raph’s tear filled eyes.

Raph couldn’t sleep. He’d tangled his sheets in knots before finally getting up. He might as well check on everyone else while he was up. Do something while he was doing nothing.

Donnie, Dad, and even Mikey were sound asleep. Mikey had the worst time sleeping these days. Raph smiled at the sight of his baby brother’s peaceful face and gently closed his door. Whatever sleep Mikey could manage was a blessing.

Now for Leo. Raph slowly made his way to Leo’s room.

Part of him hoped Leo was awake. He wanted to talk things out, to make it right between them again.

If Leo would allow it. Raph had wanted to scream when Dad declared him the temporary leader.

It was for Leo’s own good, but Raph knew in the long run it would only serve to drive him and Leo further apart.

A strangled cry echoed from Leo’s room. Raph took off, all thoughts of being quiet abandoned.

He threw open Leo’s door. Leo was curled up in the fetal position on his bed, his heartbreaking cries cutting Raph to pieces.

“Leo, hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Raph knelt down beside Leo’s bed and laid a hand on his elbow. Leo immediately froze.

Several seconds went by.

“Leo? Talk to me.”

A sniffle, a gasping breath.

“Why aren’t I good enough for you?” It was barely whispered, but it made Raph’s skin go cold.

Oh no. No, no, no.

He pulled Leo’s hands off his face. His eyes were wide, unfocused, like they were after a really bad nightmare. It seemed the more tired Leo was when he went to bed, the worse they got.

Raph tried not to imagine what Leo had seen in his nightmares tonight and wrapped Leo up in his arms. He sat on the floor with his back against the bed, cradling a sobbing Leo against his chest.

“Leo, you are good enough. You always were.”

Leo shook his head, whimpering. It might not do much good trying to talk to him in this state, but Raph had to try. He couldn’t let Leo stay this way.

“Nothing I do is good enough. I can’t do this anymore.” Leo’s voice was painfully quiet, muffled against Raph’s neck.

How could he explain this? Raph had never wanted to make Leo feel this way. He just wanted him safe. To take care of himself like he took care of everyone else.

“Leo, listen to me. When you sacrificed yourself to save us, I realized what I’d done wrong. I’d pushed you too hard. I wasn’t understanding of your fear of being the leader.”

Raph rested his head on Leo’s scalp, gently rubbing circles on his back.

“And I thought it was too late, that I’d never get to make it up to you, but then Mikey saved you, and I got a second chance. To be more patient, to listen to you instead of lecturing.” His voice cracked on the last word.

“And I’ve failed you again. I’m so sorry.”

For several minutes, neither brother said a word. They cried together, huddled on the floor in the dark, their old bond starting to grow back.

“You didn’t fail me,” Leo whispered, his voice hoarse. “You were trying to help me. I thought you still didn’t trust me, or you thought I was too weak to be the leader. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

Raph chuckled softly, wiping away the last of his tears.

“Better late than never.”

Raph grabbed Leo’s blanket off the bed and draped it over them both. Leo shifted closer, snuggling into his big brother’s warmth.

Raph’s tired eyes drifted shut. For the first time in months, he felt at peace.

They’d be okay. One day, they’d sleep without fear of what they’d see in their dreams. And they’d heal together.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed our little story arc. The link to part two, written by @ilivelikeimtrying is at the very top, and part one is right here 👇

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taizi · 1 year

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I dunno if you’re still doing requests, so feel free to pass! But I started reading your whole page and I’m a little bit in love with your characterization of 2k12 Leo, and I was wondering if you might write something about his dynamic with April? to be clear I do not mean shipping! I just think they’re interesting friends and it’s hard to find fics that do her justice without mary sue-ing her, and I liked seeing them interact in the show. Anyway have a good day!

this is set in 2012—but the turtles are all different ages, like they are in rottmnt, because i love it <3

The lair is silent when April lets herself in. The TV in the den is on, down low, but Casey is the only one in there and he’s not even watching it. He’s sitting on the outer lip of the pit, his feet in one of the seats, knee bouncing anxiously.

“Hey,” she calls over, unnecessarily. She thinks she’s had his attention since before she hopped the turnstiles. Running with a ninja clan has done wonders for Casey’s sense of awareness, and April’s, too. Still, she waits for him to look at her before she lifts the bags in her hands and says, “I got the food. Can you get the guys?”

“You think they’re really gonna eat?” Casey asks. There are shadows under his eyes.

“They will when I accidentally let them see the receipt,” April says, lifting her chin and refusing to feel guilty about the underhanded play. “Five Guys isn’t cheap. They owe it to me.”

Casey blinks, and then a smile creeps across his face. It looks like it doesn’t know what it’s doing there. “Nice. Divide and conquer? It’ll take me like three business days to extract Don from the lab, but Raph’ll be easy if I lie and tell him we’re going topside to beat down some Dragons.”

“Deal,” April says, bumping elbows with him as they pass each other.

The kitchen is dark, and there’s a thin layer of dust over the counter and the appliances. It feels wrong to disturb the room, almost like she’s upsetting a shrine—but she squashes that thought down hard and punts it out of her head for good measure. It’s not a memorial to anybody. It’s just a room they’re not really using right now.

He would want them to eat, April tells herself. The thought lends her courage, because she knows it’s the truth. So she sets the bags down, takes a deep breath, and moves down the hall to collect Leonardo.

She can hear the steady beeping of the EKG machine before she pushes open the bedroom door. Leo’s cool blue eyes meet hers from his vigil at the side of the bed, and he manages to scrape together a smile for her.

“Hi,” he says at length.

“Hi, Bossman,” she replies warmly, stepping inside.

They moved Mikey into his room so that he’d be more comfortable. Donnie spent a full day getting the equipment set up just right—a blank, mechanic way about him as he arranged the pillows and stuffed toys and blankets until he was satisfied.

It went unsaid that Mikey might be sleeping for a long while. He hit his head hard during that fight a week ago. He woke up once, very briefly, on the way home, but he wasn’t lucid enough to answer any of his siblings’ frantic questions. His muddy blue eyes skated across their faces, lingering as long as they could, and then closed again.

His brain activity is strong, his vitals are stable, he just isn’t waking up.

And poor Leo takes every instance of his brothers’ hurt so personally, but there’s something especially brutal about it when it’s Mikey. The baby. Fourteen years old, next to Leo’s crowning eighteen. Of course it’s hard. Raph and Donnie are miserable, too.

But the weight of Leo’s imagined failures press him down and down and down until April can’t remember what he looks like with his head held high. He really hates himself for it, every time.

He’s the leader. He’s the oldest. It’s his responsibility to look after the rest of them, and when he can’t—when he fails—it takes a little more from him each time. It chips away at that shining boy he used to be. April is worried, constantly, of what will happen when there’s no more for him to give.

She sits down next to him and puts her head on his shoulder. She hears his breathing hitch, but otherwise he doesn’t react. At times like these, she misses Splinter so badly it’s a real, physical ache in her chest. His kindness and wisdom is so sorely needed. His children hadn’t had a chance to outgrow him before he was ripped away—not even his eldest.

“Dinnertime,” April says, her voice a gentle, unyielding thing in the warmly-lit room.

“I’m not hungry,” Leo replies by rote. “Thank you, though.”

“I wasn’t asking, kiddo,” April says. This draws him up short. He turns to look at her so quickly that he dislodges her head from his shoulder. She doesn’t take it back, though; if anything, she digs her heels in.

She’s picking up a heavy mantle, but she can’t bear the thought of leaving it for someone else to find. Or worse, the thought of no one else coming along, and Leo continuing on the way he always has—carrying it alone.

She thought about it on the way over. She should’ve made this official much sooner.

“I’m not a kid,” Leo says slowly, more bewildered than anything.

“You’ll always be a kid to me.” April folds her arms in all her nineteen-year-old glory, officially the oldest teenager in the room. “And as your big sister, it’s my job to bully you into that kitchen and feed you an overpriced burger. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Here’s a spoiler—the hard way is getting your big brother involved. And Casey’s version of asking politely is dragging you the whole way kicking and screaming. So what’ll it be?”

Leo’s eyes are wide and moonlike. He has no idea how to make sense of what he’s hearing. He’s never once been little-brothered by anybody. He hasn’t been the one taken care of since Splinter died.

He doesn’t seem to hate the idea.

But his eyes stray back to the bed like an act of gravity. “I don’t want to leave him,” Leo says quietly. “What if he wakes up by himself?”

“He won’t, dummy. ‘Cause I’ll be here,” April tells him. Of course she’ll be here. This is where her family lives.

And the whole family is home when Mikey finally wakes up a few days later. Raph’s hoarse voice shouts down the hall, and the rest of them sprint with ninja-grade intensity all the way to Mikey’s room, jostling each other at the door. Mikey looks groggy and disgruntled, and stretches his limbs out like he’s waking up from a halfway decent nap, but he smiles automatically when he sees his siblings. And just like that, the sun comes out.

Leo plants himself on the edge of the bed, and it would clearly take an act of god to move him. Donnie visibly resigns himself to working around him. That frightening, icy look in Donnie’s eyes has finally thawed back into that familiar blend of wicked cleverness and shy sweetness that his family so adores, and he keeps glancing up from the machines to catch Mikey’s eye like they’re telling a whole host of inside jokes in a secret, silent language. Raph and Casey are talking over each other, trying to catch Mikey up on everything he’s missed, more animated now than they’ve been in the last two weeks combined.

Mikey is still tired and not very talkative, but he soaks in all the attention like a little plant soaking up the sun. When April is able to muscle her way in, he beams up at her, and leans in to the kiss she plants on his forehead.

“Hey sis,” he croaks. He’s often a step ahead of the rest of them, but only those times when they least expect it. April has no idea what she’d do without him. “Thanks for keeping an eye on these jokers.”

“Of course, baby,” she says. She looks at Leo and adds, “That’s my job.”

Leo shakes his head, but he’s smiling. He’s holding his head a little bit higher than before. April will take it.

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato leonardo #april o'neil #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #team ichiban

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 11 months

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i am a fish inside a birdcage(my brother always sings me songs)

omg guys i wrote something

this started as a ventfic and eventually became 2k12!mikey and leo bonding DBKSBD

i love them your honor

tws: anxiety, dissociation, transphobia, su1cide, death, a kid gets kicked out

this is hurt/comfort i swear

Leo woke up suddenly, eyes wide and heart pouding erratically. She had no idea what was going on. Groaning, she dragged a hand over her face and tried to wake up, head still foggy despite her spiking heartrate.

"Today's a bad day, I suppose," she muttered as she slowly got out of bed, staring uncomprehendingly at the alarm clock next to her. It's flashing red numbers read 3:00 AM, three hours before she would usually wake up.

After staring at the number for some time and willing it to change, she gave up, realizing 3:01 AM was the best she was gonna get. Extra time to meditate? Extra time to meditate, she immediately decided, and slowly started her regular breathing exercises, automatically adjusting to her normal position.

While her siblings often ended up almost immediately in the mindscape, she loved to wait a few moments in the soft darkness behind her eyes, drinking up the peace while she had it. Her heartrate spiked again, and she groaned, her focus interrupted. Softly growling, so as not to wake up her siblings, she tried once more to get into the mindscape, but she just couldn't focus.

Leo gave up, sighing as her hyperactive body refused to listen to her tired brain. It was exhausting, constantly having her body fight itself, but everyone dealed with it, anyways. Whatever.

At least her soul was disconnected from her body now, just the way she liked it. No more anxiety for her. Quickly utilizing her constant exhaustion so that it'd seem like she just woke up to any outsiders, she walked to the kitchen, careful not to make noise. She was a ninja, after all.

Ohhhh no. The fridge. The enemy of night-time snacks. The normally peaceful turtle glared balefully at the creaky door hinges of the fridge, plotting on how to open it without waking any of her stupidly-light sleeping family up. Sighing, she decided it wasn't worth the trouble, not with her nerves already frayed. She sadly poured herself a glass of water and drank it to ease the nervous rock in the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, she heard the telltale squeak of shoes against the floor and spun around, her current anxiety making her unable to think straight and ninja properly. She was faced with the sight of Mikey, holding up his hands nonthreateningly.

"Hey, it's just me, dude," he drawled softly, a look of intuitive curiosity on his face. Leo suspected he somehow already knew she was in a mood, which was weird but she supposed that was just Mikey.

"Hey, Mikey," she whispered, her voice slowly failing her. Ohhhh no, I'm going into that 'not talking' feeling, aren't I? She cleared her throat, trying to stop it from happening. She tried to ask Mikey why he was awake, but her brain stopped her, telling her, no no no, do NOT open your mouth, shhhhhh.

"You okay, dude?" he asked concernedly, and her chest constricted even more at the title, if that was possible. She'd never tried telling her siblings that she was…trans, not after that one kid she'd befriended. Oliver. He came out and got kicked out, died a week later from malnutrition, no matter how hard Leo had tried to keep him from dying.

He gave up.

Look, sure, Donnie had come out as nonbinary and everyone had accepted it, but he still went by 'he'. They just had another pronoun, there wasn't a complete opposite change. And besides, Leo was Leo, the perfect kid, the golden child, the leader. She couldn't just be trans.

Whatever. She'd zoned out, which was a weird feeling when she couldn't feel anything. Thankfully, it'd only been a few seconds, and Mikey was still waiting for her to respond expectantly, and oh Jupiter now she had to figure out how to get her mouth to work. Inwardly growling, she used the strings to open her mouth and forced out, "Yes, little brother, I'm completely fine. Are you ok? You're up very early."

Mikey shrugged and looked sad, immediately activating her body's older sister senses. "Had a nightmare," he mumbled, and she used her arm to gesture to the seat next to her, her expression softening, for once in tune with her soul.

He sat, and she guided her arm to be around him, trying not to break down at the sudden overwhelming sense of BAD she felt from the touch. Inwardly, she snapped at her brain, telling it to shut up so she could comfort her brother.

"What was it about?" she asked, trying to bring herself back to the real world without getting too close to the ground. It came out blunter than she intended, and she winced, but Mikey didn't seem offended.

"I…I thought I lost you. You know, that time you were in a coma? I thought you'd never wake up," he mumbled, clearly barely keeping his tears at bay. "A-and…." He burst into sobs, unable to say much more as he wailed into his older sister's chest.

She patted his head gently, her heart breaking in her body even as her soul watched, unresponsive. Softly, her body hummed lullabies to him, occasionally whispering, "I'm here."

And by the end of it, she realized, she actually was.

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ducknotinarow · 8 months

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[SF RaphVon - no shame uwu]

Yvonne was the first of the two to wake up, the girl yawning, half aware of how messed her hair and make up was. Looking back to the sleeping turtle, Yvonne smirks to herself. So worth it. Clambering to the edge of the sewer tunnel, she pops her head out, glancing around.

Would it be wrong of her to sneak out without a goodbye? Probably...

Though that idea immediately is cut short, when she see's someone else up and about. Another turtle, with a nice red mask on...oh! She recognised him. Lifting a hand to her lips, Yvonne used her fingers to whistle, getting the other's attention. Fingers removed, she waves to him,

"Yoo-hoo!" She laughs from her perch, "I saw you last night up on the roof, with that human and Donnie-dear," Yvonne giggled, "Don't you worry, Donnie and I have worked out all our kinks - and conversed, as well."

She smiles down at him, tilting her head a little,

"I'd like to thank you, Don mentioned it was you that suggested we meet up and 'talk'."

And talk they totally did. Yvonne looked around, frowning when she couldn't see a few of her items. She soon looked back down to him,

"Oh, hey, if you see my jumper, lemme know, Don threw it somewhere last night - cheers!"

Yvonne shuffled back to go and start getting dressed, only to quickly scurry forward with some realisation, as she yelled back down,

"I'm Yvonne by the way!" She tells him her name, "Don didn't tell me yours and the other guys names though - feel like letting me know?"

| Muse Interaction [continued from here]

Even after Casey explained about maybe the fourth or fifth time around Raphael just didn't fully understand what the fuck had happened back there in the slightest. Like sure he understood Von was this pretty mutant lady they seemed just as stubborn as his own twin was. Who despite what he thought or claimed was clearly no better than Raphael himself. They were there for a fight. Why else would have taken Raph's suggestion on letting Casey and him tag along? Casey seemed to finally give up trying to explain as they went about their own night instead.

Having gotten far to caught up into the trouble they found to put a stomp down on. And not to mention Casey themself, he had forgotten all about what happened between knocking in skulls and knocking Casey back against a wall when watching them kick ass got to him enough to need to kiss them hard. Kicking the dragon loser who was dumb enough to complain about having to see that, with a kick to the side of their head. Raphael didn't want to put an end to to the night well he did just not in the way it ended. That kiss alone before they had to part ways. Casey off home and Raph dropping down into the sewer tunnels. Texting Casey to let him know he made it home safe before he slipped his phone away.

The lair was still pretty quite it seemed. The tv wasn't on so Mikey must have gone off to bed, Leo wasn't up just yet so wasn't that early still late enough it would seem. Guess Raph got lucky on his end not having to deal with hearing about being out to late once again. Darn he had the excuse the sun wasn't in the sky just yet ready to give even at the moment. A roll to his shoulders as he slowly tilted his neck to the left and then the right. Feeling bone given and pop with the pressure given, helping to lossen him up after a night of straining his muscles. As he was ready to give them a rest and head for his own bedroom his hammock sounded liked the perfect place to just drop dead into then and there. But a sharp high pitch tone caught his attention as he looked back towards where it came from.

"uh?" was his only real reaction as he offered a tilt of his head even with eyes trained to see in the dark he was having a hard time understanding what he was seeing here.

"Yoo-hoo!"

The laugh that follows is enough to tell him that yeah he is at least seeing correctly as he makes his way over towards the opened pipe Donnie used as his well more his bed over a full room. Any space he could claim his own tended to go more for a work setting over a place to rest. One word Raph knew that Don didn't at least.

"I saw you last night up on the roof, with that human and Donnie-dear,"

"Oh" Raphael simply stated kind of no recalling eailer in the night but that left even more confused than he been before as he let himself try and think for a second here. How did she? "Uh why ya up 'here?" He let his thought continue out past his thoughts.

"Don't you worry, Donnie and I have worked out all our kinks - and conversed, as well."

Raphael slightly quirks his beak at that, no so much her wording or let along phasing more over he isn't sure how much he likes sharing the nickname with someone he doesn't know to well. But well he guesses he can't really stop her from using it that be more Don's say? He might not like it much if Casey used his nickname but wouldn't say they couldn't call him it either? Somehow it doesn't phase him that if she was using it seemed thing really had sort of gone in a different direction then they had planned when arranging their met up after all.

"I'd like to thank you, Don mentioned it was you that suggested we meet up and 'talk'."

"Nah I said fight." Raphael is quick to correct, moving to fold his arms over in front of his plastron. Feeling it was important to make that statement clear. "Why fight 'ith words when action can talk for you." Similar to what he told Donatello before when making the suggestion to his twin. He notes how she changed her attention else where seemed to be looking for something. Maybe her glasses they weren't on her face after all. The state of her hair and make up was pretty bad as well, hair was flaying out in many directions and make so smeared Raph only now seemed to understand it wasn't actually part of her face.

April would smack him for that line of thought. So he lower his gaze to see if he can find them. And maybe a mirror so to warn her of the mess she looked at the moment. Another smack would be earned seeing his thought that followed was to tell her as much.

"Oh, hey, if you see my jumper, lemme know, Don threw it somewhere last night - cheers!"

"Jumper?" he asks "Why didja bring cables 'ith you?" Raphael innocently asks, not his fault this women spoke a different language them he did.

Letting his arms drop he dose try to see if he can spot out a set of jumper cables. Assuming since she was smart like Don maybe they were working on something together? And that was why she was up in his bed. He didn't follow Don's who thing with the portals, them still wishing to understand how they worked. Leo didn't feel they were really done with the whole ordeal even after getting Splinter back so Don's obsession hadn't ended just yet. All he did find on the floor was a sweater so he grab that and looked it over. Pretty sure she had been wearing it before right?

oh!

Well now he understood why she looked like a mess, trying to cover his beak with his free hand. "Oh I gotta tell Case 'bout this." He said to himself. Once things seemed to click and fall into place now. How you go from claiming to hate to making out he still didn't understand but making out to fucking? Oh that part he understood but oh he just could not get over this reveal. Don literally boned her the first chance he had. Recalling how frustrated Don became over hoe pretty she was alone just made it worse. For Donatello that is. Moving to stand when she poked her head once once again.

"I'm Yvonne by the way!"

"Yvoone?" he repeats it back, as if he didn't understand and in part well he hadn't he was pretty sure her name was Twitter this whole time after all. "Uh, well I 'ike that betta 'han Twitter." He idly remarks not giving an explanation on his own end.

"Don didn't tell me yours and the other guys names though - feel like letting me know?"

Raphael just smirks at her, "Raphael, the bozo in the mask is Casey." he answers with as he holds up the sweater her way "Didn' find that cables but uh here 'his." He offers letting go once she had it in her hold. Shifting his weight on his feet as he crossed his arms once again. "Ya know should really tell Don there if he gonna have company ov'a lest he can do is make sure ya decent before anyone else comes to talk to you." He teases a little it was clear Von didn't feel an ounce of shame nor embarrassment on what happened between them. But Donnie wouldn't.

"I mean jeez only one of us only gotta met ya" he smirks a bit more "Ya know still kind of late, the other will be up soon. An' I know my brother Mikey won't mind cookin' for one more. Hows 'bout stickin' around a tad longer? Sides' 'm sure The other 'ike to learn you an' Donnie got along afta meetin'" He gose on to suggest because what was worse than Raphael knowing what happened? and by extension Casey since he told them everything. Than the whole family finding out what Don's little conflict resulted in the end?

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ ones trash is anothers treasure -aflockoffeathers]#[sf verse]#ic reply #stay queued #((raphs doomed to be forever confused u-u untill it lets him be a bitch that is now he understands uwu))

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hanazukinozuki · 8 months

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Wacky Burger au wip.

Leo yawned throwing his hat on and shirt for the day streaching his muscles as he brought a green palm up to his face sighing he knew the customers were gonna be so annoying today like they always were he just hoped Raph didn't start anything with them he wanted today to be over quick so he could chill at home and knowing how Raph was he was starting debate how the day was gonna go for them he knew the hot head was quick to get into trouble with other mutants and people it's just how he was and if Raph thought he was right about something than that statement was not gonna be so easily changed and than the customers gonna get upset thinking they are also right about the situation and its gonna continue being an argument. He also wasn't looking forward to what his other younger brothers were gonna be pulling for the day Mikey loved pranks and Donnie was always sleep deprived on low energy so he can only assume what would happen there and than he's gonna have to round them up and yell at them about it as their manager and than Splinters gonna yell at all of them for not working as a team. If Leo was grateful for one an Employee it was April she did her job any tasks they gave her and never had much of an issue compared to his brothers along with his one Younger brothers best friend Casey who also liked starting crap with the customers and getting into fights with Raph.

Leo straightened himself up and quickly started the day by brushing his teeth and getting breakfast before having to start work at 7:00 am He was not delighted at seeing an empty table showing him that his Brothers have decided having a snooze feast in their rooms was more important than being ready for the day he sighed to himself thinking about having Donnie install and alarm that gets everyone up for the day and for work he noticed he had some time to spare and decided to be merciful in letting his brothers sleep for a bit more and just forcing one of the others to wake the other up. Leo than thought about his job again the one he enjoyed a lot sure it had it's hardships but it helped mutants and humans and that's something he and his family loved doing helping others he gave special discounts to people who needed it and sometime added in extra item of food.

Leonardo where are your brothers? Leo spun around fast hearing his name called and looked over to the source his boss and his Father the one that started their family company down to the beginning the one who named it Wacky burger which Leo unironically though that Mikey could come up with that name on the spot and decided that maybe Mikey time traveled at some point because his father while could take a joke and found things amusing was well more known for having serious name or names that don't sound so childish for a company.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt 1987

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jing-yuans-wife · 1 year

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Spreading her wings

Chapter 5:

After the movie night we last saw, Lulu was the only one that was awake. She notes how it was so quiet, only the equipment in Donnie's lab made soft sounds.

Peering out the blankets, to her surprise Mikey was snuggled up to her. Lu then pulls a blanket over him to keep him warm at least. This brought back memories of her previous life. The world she came from had perhaps more bad memories than good, but she made the most of it.

She could not help, but feel like something was missing. Only a week ago she started getting faded memories back. Everyday when she went to clean the park, a sudden sensation in the back of her mind started up. Deciding to distract herself, she checked the time. It was 3am, she did not feel tired in any way at this stage. So now sifting through some of her own memories , she remembered that her previous home was rather traumatizing. Loud sounds, everything breaking during a fight between parents. It was during one of those fights, she went to go see how much longer the fight was gonna be. Once she turned the corner, just pain and darkness. It made no sense to her at this stage.

After a while she got up to go check their kitchen area out. Just dishes everywhere and grease, this gave her an idea. It was Spring cleaning time, from the greasey counters to the rather grimy floor. The kitchen was sparkly clean by the time they all were up.

Leo dashed into Donnies room shaking him awake:

Leo: Wake up bro!!

Don slapped Leo:"I wasn't just sleeping and having the best dream ever, but anyways. What has you so freaked out?."

Leo: "The kitchen! Its clean!."

Don just gives him a deadpanned look then shuffles over to the kitchen, Mikey and Raph were up and seemingly more curious than freaked out.

Mikey:"Ok ok so who did cleaning duty?. Raph was supposed be next."

Leo:"Definitely not!. He has his style of cleaning and this is not it!."

Raph:"Raph knows that!. Just that Raph went to sleep before cleaning was meant to be done."

Don: "So we established it was none of us. Then the mystery is solved, you welcome."

Mikey:"Wait hold up. How is it solved? We don't know who did it!."

Don:"Actually you do. There are five of us now. Thats your clue."

Mikey was thinking. The only sound was the humming of equipment in the background, then you could literally hear a click as he realised who did it:"Our guest did it!."

Don slow claps:"Congratulations on your first step into been smart."

Leo:"Whatever. Imma go find her. We need to thank her somehow."

He went to find Lulu, only to find her coming out the bathrooms with a bucket and mop. There were scrub brushes and cleaning agents. She was wearing gloves as well, showing she had cleaned up there.

Leo zipped into the bathroom, completely forgetting his mission and admiring how the floors were like mirrors. This place was so clean one could see your reflection in it!.

Lulu just glanced back at what he was doing , she just huffed a chuckle watching his reaction at a clean bathroom.

@fyreball66

#rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #fanfiction #raph #leo #donnie #mikey #book update

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.

Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.

The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.

Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny

Leonardo:

He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.

You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling

But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)

And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)

Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.

You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.

"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"

"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."

"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"

He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.

"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! She–she's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"

"You... You think so?"

"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it just— UGH! It fries my brain."

"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."

"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."

Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek

"I love you too."

He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.

Raphael:

He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.

But holy cow. You were mad that night.

He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning — or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.

But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.

So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.

Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."

It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.

But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.

"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"

"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."

"And are you a real man?"

"More real than your little pet."

The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.

"Oh my god. Oh–Oh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"

"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"

"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."

Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."

"That make you my Prince?"

"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.

Donatello:

Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.

But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.

Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."

"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."

You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.

"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."

"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."

You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"

"I promise."

Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.

But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.

"Are you fucking joking right now?!"

He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"

"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are you—since when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"

"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"

"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"

He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late — rather it was early at this point — and you were cranky.

"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.

"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."

"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Ten."

Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.

By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.

He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.

Michelangelo:

Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.

But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.

But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.

"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."

So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.

"I just—Raph keeps calling me stupid. And I just—I-I just—You know, sometimes I believe it."

You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"

"Well—no, but—"

"But what?"

"But I... I am a little stupid."

"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboarding—hoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"

Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph just—he gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"

"I need to have a word with your brothers—"

"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."

"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"

He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.

"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"

He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"

You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

"My boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.

But jeez, he does not like your angry face.

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