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aw poor swannie :( he must be so confused
For the most part, Swannie is feeling more... numb and tired than confused. There are certainly moments when he's disorientated or doesn't understand what's going on, but he can't really bring himself to care that deeply.
But he does still have his moments. There are occasional bursts of energy from him--
Or, on the other hand, rare moments when he will suddenly go very quiet, very still, very stiff--
The rest of the family quietly thinks of these as "my brother is being fucking possessed by a twelve-year-old child," moments. They may be far from the Lake, but Donatello and Odette's souls are still entwined, and so every now and again, her influence will still rear its head. And yes, in those moments, Swannie is always very confused and very scared.
#on the rare occasion odette kind of takes the forefront donnie usually#panics#because suddenly he has no fucking idea where he is#or who these people are#or whats happening#which usually leads to him either having an immediate breakdown (crying/screaming/trying to get away)#like w leo above#or just fucking. shutting down. like w raph#the family does their best to navigate it#to either back off and give him space or provide him with comfort when hes able to accept it and if it helps#etc etc etc#and wait for the episode to pass#luckily theyre relatively rare#swanatello#asks#anon#donniesona#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt 2018#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt disaster twins#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rise donnie#rise donatello#rise disaster twins
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anyway here's what i think the turtles are like when they're seething with rage and u ask if they're angry
Raph: I don't know. maybe? I think I'm just tired <- furious, doesn't recognize it
Leo: fuck you fuck off I fucking hate you leave me ALONE
Mikey: FUCK YEAH I'M PISSED THIS SHIT SUCKS
Donnie: w-what do you think <- glaring, so deep in a rage spiral he's 5 minutes away from a full shut down
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I talk on here a lot hopefully I’m not weirding you out.
I’ve also rewrote parts of 2012 Tmnt. And I have questions!
So hold up lemme get my list.
First of!
Leo? Trans fem? If so, during what arc would she come out? I have my own ideas but I wanna know yours!
Ships?? (Bats eye lashes)
Ok ok next
Any new designs? Cause I have some for the krang and the big krang robot
Mmm what else… OOo!
Redesigns?
Any other plot points and stuff your adding on too?
I really really like hearing ideas about rewriting parts of 2012 .
Anyway hopefully I’m not weird or annoying! Please tell me if I should calm down on the asking (trust me I would not be offended)
-🪲
FUCK !! YESSSS I LOVE BEIN ASKED QUESTIONS DW IT HELPS ME ACTUALLY BRAINSTORM<3<3
yesss transfem leo :3 idk when she comes out but she doesnt rlly get time to think abt her gender until th farmhouse arc but that gets interrupted when they go back to reverse th invasion (i most recently watched th ep where bebop nd rocksteady got mutated so i only have like. a vague idea of what happens next lol) but i think maybe? it would be before the space arc?? god i need 2 keep watchin💀 YES. SHIPS. GOD OK SO. im a multishipper if its not obvious but fr this particular au/rewrite, im eventually gonna have lesbian aprilnardo bc idk they have a rlly good dynamic i think. side not raph nd april are absolutely besties they love talkin shit. there will also be timatello bc im giving tim an actual arc whattttt🤯🤯🤯🤯 anyway yea LOL timatello<3 altho itll just be pining nd they never get 2gether sadly :( srry th angst won nd someone maybe got a little bit shot😔 ill try to throw some jonatello crumbs in aswell maybe, idk torn between them nd rasey fr why does casey have so much game🤨 oh my god yes i want to ideally redesign all the characters tho idk if ill get around 2 EVERYONE but man im a fruit ofc im changin up these designs. i gave april braces nd freckles bc i think it suits her :3 i also wanna make th kraang in general more like. horrifying? probably not the early series kraang, but w aprils kraang dna in particulat i wanna delve deeper into horror teehee. also wanna make karai more well. shes a teenager bruh i think she shuld be allowed to have her emo era lol. im tryna wait until i get thru like majority of th show to mess w th plot points but some ideas i have involve showing more of the farmhouse arc, and considering a certain. lost limb😶(srry leo lol) itll take a bit longer fr them to get back 2 nyc. also jus gonna try nd fix th weird way 2012 did romance subplots?? why does leo hav a crush on her sister🤢 yea no instead she meets karai in civilian clothes nd they bond nd karai becomes like an older sister to her but then she has to betray leo fr shredder :( not super developed obvs but i think i jus wanted karai to wear trap pants and smoke weed lol. april also shuts down donnie rlly early bc shes a lesbian so shes like. bruh. also my recent art post idk what actually happens in mutant apocalypse but i was thinkin abt how interestin it wuld be if leo was captured by the kraang and used as an experiment bc of her unique mutations :3
#silver spills#asks#tmnt 2012 rewrite#i need 2 name it so i can keep better track grahhh#dw i love th excuse 2 infodump teehee
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have returned and it is time to simp!!!
How would the turtles react to you having a crush on them?
Gender neutral!reader
Heres for Leo and Donnie
Raphael
Fucking loves it.
This cocky bastard brushes it off, pretending to be cool and shit, but secretly loves the attention he receives from you the moment he steps in the room.
Big Daddy is hoooomee!
Legit flexes his muscles around you. He loves the way you swoon over him and how your eyes trail up his well toned arms.
It doesn't fucking matter if you're a boy or a girl, he likes showing himself off to you and being the center of your attention!
He radiates aggressive bi vibes.
Would purposely count louder than necessary when you're around.
"Three hundred and thirty-three... three hundred and thirty-four.."
Speaking of talking loudly, Raph once heard you say you love his brooklyn accent, which in turn made him even more talkative when you're around.
"Ayo, has any of ya' knuckleheads seen my helmet?"
"...Goddamn, your accent is hot af."
"....w-well *ehem*.. Thanks?"
Shut up bitch, this was your plan all along!
On the rare occasion that something else needs your attention, especially if that 'something else' is Leo, this grumpy fuck would deadass throw you over his shoulder and take you to the dojo himself.
"Your puny skin and bones won't save ya' from the Foot, ya' know?"
He's greedy like that. Not that you're complaining.
There was something highly attractive about his strength and how easily he can toss you over his shoulder then pin you to the ground and take you as you beg for him to stop from overstimulation.
And he knows it.
He feeds that desire you have.
He isn't sure about having a relationship with you just yet, but he sure as hell won't let you look at anyone else like how you look at him.
"No."
Like... not ever.
"Don't even think about it, kid."
Michelangelo
The biggest asshole ever.
You thought Raph was cocky? Nah, you ain't seen shit!
You remember when Mikey got his Battle Nexus Trophy and kept rubbing it in everyone's faces with every chance he gets?
Yeah it's exactly like that.
"Hm? What's that Raph? Sorry couldn't hear you from the Single's Bro Zone!"
Dramatic little shit.
Loves teasing the fuck out of you.
When he found out you have a crush on him, he did not waste time flirting with you.
"(Y/n)?"
"Yeah?"
"I looked up 'handsome' in Google Maps and my GPS took me here so... how you doin'?"
"MIKEY!!!"
"Hey, isn't it too early to be screaming my name yet?
Of course he didn't think of a plan after this, but as soon as your feelings were confirmed, again, he did not hesitate to ask you out. If the shell fits, wear it!
I hope you say yes because my god his family is so sick of all the cheesy lines.
Except Casey though, the dude is taking notes
If you did say yes, everyone thought, their suffering was over.
Nope. Think again!
He loves the fact that you baby him so much and he takes it all.
"I could get you a pillow, you know?" You mumbled out while caressing his head.
"No thanks." He adjusts himself to a more comfortable position between your legs "Your lap is the best pillow there is!" He winked.
AJDGSUWYOQOSUEGEOA9292736DBBZJAI?!?!?!?!
WHY IS HE ALWAYS DOING THIS?!
Speaking of laps, not only are you super warm and comfortable, it's also the perfect way to piss off everyone in the lair even more! Mostly Raph in particular.
"Really guys? In front of my pizza?"
"Maybe you shouldn't have ordered salt as toppings!"
The amount of times Raphael rages increases three folds.
Mikey may look carefree but is easily one, if not, the most possessive brother.
"But I thought I was your favorite?•^•)"
He doesn't get jealous because the others never really got the opportunity to talk to you one on one.
As soon as you step into the lair he runs over and just..... yoinks you.
"M-Mikey!"
"Uhm, Mikey? I actually invited them to train?" Leo crossed his arms. "Can you put them down?"
"Hmmmm...." Michelangelo looked between you and his brother "Nah brah."
You were trapped inside the gamer's room for the rest of the day.
#tmnt imagine#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2k3#tmnt mikey#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt raph x reader#tmnt raphael
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2014!Raph x Reader
Request: How about some fukin uhhhh 2014 raph with a reader he has a crush on? Male reader again w afab or not 👉👈 how boys and reader met can be up to u but the reader gets along well w all of them,, enjoying video games and play fights with them a bit.
A/N: Sorry for the wait @fuck-mcgee !! But here’s your request <3
Warnings: None really, just male pronouns
You had known Raphael and his brother for a good year now. It was thanks because of April O'Neil, your good friend from work, where you were interning. [ It was because April hadn't been to work for a few days, so you went looking for her, and you may or may not have stumbled into the turtles’ lair.]
Yep, you worked with her on Channel 6.
When you weren't at work, you were mostly in the lair with the four brothers. You found them sweet, in their own ways, but you found one of them you preferred over the others; Raph.
This was one of the said times you were at the lair, and you were lounging around, making the best of your afternoon by not moving at all, and by also watching Leo and Mikey spare, because it was sort of entertaining.
You were lazily watching, trying not to fall asleep because you haven't moved in a good minute when the couch lurched and an arm was draped across the back of the couch.
"Hey handsome, didn't know ya were dropping by today." The figure next to you rumbled, making your insides lurch and you were mysteriously wide awake again.
How you didn't hear Raph approach was a mystery, but now the giant was sitting right next to you.
Like, right next to you, as in his side was digging into yours. Not like you minded, but your heart was racing.
It was second nature, but you gently leaned into him and snorted, "Was planning on coming over tomorrow but Mikey texted me and said he wanted someone to watch him beat Leo at sparring so he'd have proof-"
Raph cocks an eyebrow as you turn your head to him, "Mikey asked that ya come over? Damn, babe, if you needed an invitation I could have given ya one."
Your heart swells at his words and, you grin and playfully punch his arm, "I'm going to hold you to that-" You hesitate for a second before grinning at him, "You want to ditch these two and go do something actually interesting?"
Before Raph can respond, Mikey pauses, "Angelcheeks, don't leave with him," He pouts, "We can do something together, all of us."
"Mmm? And what's that?" You ask as you try not to snicker at the furious look on his face as Mikey talked.
"Video games, c'mon please?" He begged, getting up from his spot next to Leo, "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee-"
When you finally cave after another good minute of on and off whining from Mikey, he cheers and runs off, to 'go get Donnie so we can all play together'.
Once everyone was on the couch and had a controller, you found yourself pressed against Raph, again, as his plastron dug into your arm. Good god, you were sure you would pass away right then and there.
"Alright, we can start with Mario Cart- and maybe then after that we can play Smash Brothers?" Mikey chirps, and both you and Donnie nod, even though Leo and Raph look less... happy about the current arrangement.
"Oh come on Raphie, don't you want to play video games with me?" You playfully pout, laying your head on his giant forearm muscle, as you look up with him.
He grunts and gives you a questionable look before sighing, "Of course babe, just not with them." He says the last part a little louder, probably so Mikey could hear.
You could hear Mikey snicker, "What? So you can have some quiet time with [Y/n], it's sort of obvious with how much time you spend with him that you l"
Raph sends Mikey a death glare before sharply speaking, "Let's just play the damn game."
Thankfully, no one said anything else as Mario Cart booted up, though you felt like you could choke on how little air was passing through your lungs. Was Mikey about to say that Raph likes you? It couldn't be... You got along with him, and you two were close, that was all...
There was no way he could like you the way you liked him.
For all you knew, Raph could be straight. There was no way he could like guys.
"Hey, [Y/n]," Raph rumbles, "Ya alright?"
He gets closer, ignoring the game for a second to move his face closer to yours, "You're all red, are you feeling sick?"
You gulp, and shake your head, "No I'm fine... It's just a little stuffy in here."
That answer seemed to be good with him cause he nods, and turns his attention back to the game, and you have to hold back a sigh.
Though, after Mikey won game after game, you felt a little woozy, and leaned into Raph, "Raph, can we go to your room? It's... um, too hot in here."
It was almost automatic that Raph dropped his controller, "Alright babe, let's go-" He rumbles, scooping you up, "I think [Y/n] has come down with something, I'm going to take him into the other room."
There were protests from Mikey, but they dimmed down the closer you got to Raph's room, and as soon as you two were inside, Raph shuts his door and locks it.
"Ya should nap for a little, you're probably tired." Raph's voice gets quiet, as he sets you on his bed, "So, go nap."
"Wow, Raphael saying please, wouldn't ever imagine that." You curl up into his blankets, closing your eyes, but a grin tugged at your lips. He didn't get a chance to backtalk as you squint an eye open, "Um, would, you like to cuddle me? Please?"
Raph snorted, "Me? Cuddle ya? Babe, I'm not the most comfortable to lay on, ya better cuddling a pillow."
"Please Raphie? For a little bit, and than you can do something else-" You plead, opening both eyes to give him the most pleading look you can give him.
Raph groans, and slinks into the bed with him, "Fine, but never call me that again..." His voice lowers, "You're lucky I love ya."
You freeze, every muscle in your body tenses up. "Raph... Could you repeat that? That las... last part?"
He must not even have realized what he said as he looks to you in what looked like a pure and utter shock.
"Shit bab- [Y/n], ya probably don't feel the same-" He mumbles, shifting away from you, hiding his gaze. His usual behavior shifted to one that seemed a lot more, embarrassed.
"Raphael, look at me." You say softly, reaching out without thinking to cup his cheek, "Could you repeat the last part?"
There was a pause, and a sigh, before Raph nods, "Erm, what I said was, 'you're lucky I love ya', but ya probably don't like me like that-"
You have to let out a suprised laugh before you wrap your arm around his neck and you pull yourself into him, "Raph... I love you too, I was just really scared that... you didn't like me like that."
He blinks, and his demeanor shifts back to his usual one, and his hands cup your sides, "Well, babe, guess I should of known with how flustered ya been getting recently."
"Shut up-" You groan, "It's your fault I was that red."
"Mmm, I think ya will have to shut me up, I like teasing ya." He moves you closer to his chest, to where you two are close together, and you can feel his breath on your lips.
It takes you a minute to process what he said before you hesitantly lean into him, your lips brushing against his. You weren't going to go any closer because you were unsure on how far to take things so you wouldn't make Raph uncomfortable but he made it obvious that he was very, very comfortable as his hands travel to your shirt collar to yank you deeper into the kiss.
When you two pull back, you can tell your face is red but, Raph doesn't seem to care, "Will ya be my boyfriend babe?"
"Mmm, let me think about that-" You tease, pretending to think as you shift in his arms, "Of course Raphie-"
There was a groan behind the door that's mixed up with a Mikey-sounding cheer, "I knew it! Pay up Leo!"
Raph's the one to turn red now and, he lets out a growl and pulls you closer to him, "Goddamnit Mikey!"
#request#x reader#x male reader#raph x reader#raphael x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2016#tmnt 2014 x reader#tmnt 2016 x reader#tmnt raph x reader
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Beyond the Bay chapter 14, Seeing Ghosts (part 2)
Part 1 - https://remmushound.tumblr.com/post/659856430715764736/chapter-14-seeing-ghosts-part-1-part-2
Summary: The rest of the return home and they meet someone new
Tags: @ilo-artistry @brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr
Content warning: Swears
“I heard it!” Mikey said, waving his hands around in a wide motion, “It was like BANG. Er. Hm…” Just mouthing the sound effects did not do the point justice, so Mikey stood up and wobbled over to the closest thing that looked metal, banging on it a few times to show the resounding CLANK! “Like this!”
Raph’s eyes furrowed, and then shot wide. A breath hissed through his teeth and he shook his head back and forth with a slow pace. The reaction didn't go unnoticed.
“What’s up, Big Red? You seeing ghosts too?” Leonardo asked.
Raph gave another hiss, hands coming up to scratch at his head. He bit his toothpick in half and spat both halves separately onto the floor.
Donatello followed Raph’s spit and split toothpick all the way to the floor. “I just mopped in here.”
“Yeah. I might’ve.” Raph swiped his tongue over his lips.
“This is news to me.” Leo put his hands on his hips.
Raph eyed his brother with an ‘are you serious’ look. “No the fuck it ain’t. I told you an’ dad both that sommat weird was happenin’ right before Don and Mike came home. That something was in the bathroom with me!”
Michelangelo gasped softly. “It’s a pervert ghost.”
“I knew that chastity belt would come in handy!” Donatello exclaimed. “Ain’t no pervert ghost taking my turtle-hood. Not without a fight!”
“Donnie, please stop talking.” Leonardo said quickly, and in the same breath addressed Mikey and Raph. “If he saw something, and he saw something, then… they saw something.”
“Yes, that’s how seeing things tend to work.” Donnie agreed.
“What I’m saying is that Mikey, apparently, wasn’t there when Raph had his prevent ghost encounter, and Raph wasn’t here when Mikey had his. Raph, did you tell Mikey about what you saw?”
“Nah.” Raph shook his head. “He was all… you know… seizing.”
“Then how could Mikey know about it and give the exact same account? And it’s not even in the same place! Something is here, and something is following you guys.”
“Seems like a stretch to me.” Leo crossed his arms, and though he tried to show nothing but confidence, his voice wavered as uncertainty latched upon him.
“Your voice says otherwise.” Leonardo waved a finger.
“With all do respect, Leo, you are in our world.” Raphael said, “It doesn’t work the same as yours. Something could have gone through or…”
“I would have noticed it.” Leo flashed his teeth, “I would have senses something-- Donatello’s alarms would have picked it up!”
“Mystic stuff isn’t always so easy to detect, you know.” Donatello said, “It’s possible his tech wasn’t advanced enough to pick up on mystic traces.”
“Okay, now I’m offended.” Donnie crossed his arms.
“I speak only the truth.” Donatello stuck up his large nose.
“Guys, stop fighting!” Mikey whined.
“Who’s fighting?” Leo asked, “We’re not fighting!”
“You’re fighting with me right now!”
“No I’m not!”
“Can we not do this?” Michelangelo frowned, starting to shrink into his shell.
“I know what I saw.” Raph snarled.
“I thought it was what you didn't see.” Leo retorted.
“Heard, then!” Raph got in Leo’s face, “And Mike heard it too!”
All the arguing and shouting and pleading mixed into one near-unintelligible screaming match where just enough of each argument got through for the opposing party to make a new comeback. Through the cacophony of voices, there came a soft voice that couldn’t placed to anyone.
“Please stop fighting…”
The barely audible words were heard even past the screaming, and it put an immediate end to all arguments. Some of the turtles were left with their mouths still hanging open, mouthing the words they were about to say except without volume. Eyes widened and one by one turned to seek the source of the voice that had spoken.
The small origin of the small voice couldn’t have stood more than three feet in height. His body was a sleek one with rounded edges and an oversized head; if there was a single pointed edge on his entire body, none of the turtles could see it. His eyes were wide, owl-like screens with white pupils rimmed in green sliding around, impossibly expressive for something clearly inorganic.
Everyone stepped back, and it came naturally to all of them that the smaller brothers were pressed back deeper into fold while the bigger brothers stood in front, eyes locked on the robot. A whirl joined every fluid motion he made looking between all of them, from Raph to Donnie to Leo to Raphael to Mikey. No one could find the breath to respond, and when the stranger took a step forward, everyone else took a step back.
“I’m terribly sorry.” The voice was the most polite voice one could imagine; he folded his hands together as he kept looking between the turtles. “I did not intend to make you fight. Or to startle you just now. I only wanted to stop the yelling.”
Still no words could be said, for they were all speechless.
“I am speaking the right language…” The robot said slowly, “I heard you all speaking it just a second ago. OH! Is my accent weird…?”
Donatello was the first one to break out of his silence, the stunned look on his face quickly shifting back to his normal, uncaring expression as he turned to look at his brothers.
“Wait, why are we stunned again? We’ve seen way weirder.”
Michelangelo let his shock fade away. “Oh yeah.”
“What’s your name?” Raphael asked politely.
The robot seemed overjoyed, giving a bounce of pure happiness. “Hello! My name is Professor Zayton Honeycutt and I am a man of science! Both literally and metaphorically.”
“I… you…” Donnie stumbled over his words as they all fought to get out at once. Though the stunned shine in his eyes remained, astonishment and excitement slowly grew to join. “You’re a robot!”
“Yes!” Said Honeycutt.
“You’re… tiny.” Raph scrutinized.
“Yes!” Said Honeycutt.
“You’re the ghost?” Leo gawked.
“Yes!” Said Honeycutt.
“You’re so cuuuuute!” Mikey ran forward to get a closer look, falling to the ground to ever so tenderly shift Honeycutt around.
“Yes!” Honeycutt said, “I am Professor Zayton Honeycutt, and I am a man of science! Both literally and metaphorically!”
“You eh… said that already.” Raphael pointed out.
“Ah. Apologies. As a robot, I do tend to make a habit of redundancy.”
“Right…” Leo said slowly, then cleared his throat, “Well, I suppose you need our names…”
“Nope!” Said Honeycutt, “You’re Leonardo, you’re Donatello, you’re Raphael, and you’re Michelangelo!” He seemed very proud of himself, turning next to the Hamato brothers, “And you’re Leonardo, you’re Donatello, you’re Raphael, and You’re Michelangelo. Easy pattern to follow!”
“Exactly how long have you been following us…?” Raph’s words were slow as he lumbered forward to join Mikey in looking over the robot, though without touching him.
“Oh, not that long!” Honeycutt beeped, “Only a week…”
Leo’s eyes went wide. “A WEEK?!”
“Yes!” Honeycutt said, “Seven days! Eight if you count today!”
“I…” Leo was lost for words and when they finally escaped his lips, there was very little force behind them, “How did I not know…?”
“Do not feel sad, Leonardo, I was in hiding! Not even the Triceraton Prime Leader himself could have found me!”
Raph blinked. “The what?”
“The Prime Leader!” Honeycutt repeated.
“Yeah… w-what is that?” Leo asked. He kneeled down to try and get more level with Honeycutt, but even then was two heads too big.
“That’s the name for the triceraton leader.” The answer came from Mikey, not from Honeycutt. Mikey was proud as first, beaming so wide his eyes were squinted shut. Then his smile faded and he blinked as joy was replaced with utter confusion.
“That’s correct!” Honeycutt praised.
“Mike…?” Donnie asked in his soft voice, “How’d you know that?”
“I… I dunno…” Mikey shrugged. His panicked eyes confirmed his words true. He turned to his brothers as the fear took seed in every aspect of his being. “It— it just slipped out!”
“Oh, what joy!” Honeycutt declared with a clap of his hands.
“No, no, not joy!” Mikey’s voice had grown into a higher pitch.
Honeycut tilted his head and his face panel shifted to one of confusion. “Why not joy? Knowledge is such a wondrous thing to achieve! Wouldn’t you agree, Donatello and Donatello?”
Neither of the purple ninja seemed particularly interested to respond to the robot’s query. Like a stubborn child who couldn’t take a hint that he was unwanted in the situation, Honeycutt remained patiently waiting on the tips of his feet, screen bright. To put an end to the awkward staring contest that they had unwillingly entered, Donnie cleared his throat.
“Yeah. I… I guess so…” He was extremely uncomfortable, shoulders bunched and head drawn deeper into his shell.
Honeycutt, seeming satisfied with the answer, beeped his agreement, “Yes! There is no guessing required! It is an unchanging fact of life on all planets, especially earth!”
“Wait…” Leonardo said, taking a step forward to point at Honeycutt, “You’re the andoroido, aren’t you? The android that bought all of Monroe’s rifts. Are you the one who took Don’s stuff too?”
From bright excitement to somber shyness, Honeycutt’s face screen shifted dark. “Yes. I apologize, but the Splinterson’s may not return home…”
Raph huffed hot air out of his nostrils. “Who you think you are, a free elf?”
Leonardo sputtered, and then broke down into laughter. Raph’s smile widened as his joke was acknowledged, but he was quick to clear his throat and straighten his posture to save face. Leo had enough of Leonardo’s laughter quickly, and before he could stop himself, he reacted the same way he would have if it had been Mikey laughing.
“This is a serious matter,” Leo said, “Not a laughing one.”
Leonardo made a point to laugh directly in Leo’s face, crossing his arms as he leaned so close his beak almost touched Leo’s. “Sounds like a job for mister serious then. Go on.”
“Don’t think I won’t.” Leo snorted, then turned to Honeycutt, “Zayton, I demand you give Donatello his stuff back now and give us those rifts you bought.”
“No.” Came Honeycutt’s simple answer.
“Uh.” Leo didn't know how to react at first. He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna give you until the count of three to return that stuff!”
“Oh! Okay!” Said Honeycutt chipperly.
Leo, all confidence now down the drain, began to count down. “One…”
Honeycutt’s face was still just as happy and joyful, fingers intertwined as he listened.
“T-two…” Leo’s voice stuttered.
“Oh boy, I can’t wait to find out what comes after two!” Honeycutt was excited.
“T… two and a half. Two and three quarters…”
Honeycutt still had yet to react.
“Three…”
“Yay! Good job!” Honeycutt clapped an applause, “You made it all the way to three!”
Leo’s shoulders slumped. Even without turning around, he could hear the snickers and snorts of his brothers trying their damndest not to laugh, except for Mikey and Leonardo, who were practically falling over with the force of his guffaws. Raphael cleared his throat and laid an oversized hand on Leo’s shoulder. Leo turned around to look at him.
“Why not let us have a go at him, eh?”
Leo, with no other option, agreed.
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Why do I not have the option to copy and paste formatting? Why is that an option I am not given? Who thought that I wouldn’t need that when I’m on my phone? Screw that guy, who I am arbitrarily calling Adam. If anyone knows how to do that, please tell me.
Chapter 6 Pt 2
“There is no fucking way you got a date with her.” Raphael does not even look it up. “No way in hell.”
“And yet the flow chart worked.” He laughs from his lab, shutting off any excess equipment as to not overwork it. “It worked like a charm and she asked me to go to her place so ha.”
”You didn’t show her the chart, did you?”
“I did not.”
“Well, there you go.” Leo looks back at him from his seat on the couch. “What time?”
“Seven o’clock.” He slides the door closed. “But I’m planning on being there at six fifty-five so that she knows I value her time.”
“Does the sun set that early?”
“Why do you even ask?” Raph turns a page in his once periodical periodical. “You know he looked it up.”
“As a matter of fact, I did. Forgive me for also valuing preparedness.”
“Nobody likes a know it all.”
He grins smugly. “That’s where you’re wrong. See, I,” he gestured to himself, “have a date with a gorgeous girl tonight, one where she has already invited me into her home, and you,” he gestured to Raphael, “are reading a magazine from a company that went out of business two years ago alone.”
“Donnie, don’t be a jerk.” Leonardo looked back at the television. “Raphael brings up a valid point; you tend to act like you know everything, and the actual request wasn’t for a date.”
“How else can I interpret one on one time with her?”
“Well,” he counters, “how do you interpret one on one time with us?”
He blinks. “Wait, so you’re saying she’s… how do you put it?”
“Nah, I don’t think she’s friendzonin ‘im.” Mickey looks up from his drawing. “Think she’s sending signals she doesn’t mean to.” He sets his half-shaded piece aside. “Think about it; she said she’s been all stressed out, right? She died like two weeks ago.” He shrugs. “She’s probably just lonely and needs the company.”
“That’s… actually really insightful of you.”
He grins. “What can I say? I’m a modern McPherson.”
Raph snickers at that. “Donnie is more of a McPher—how old is that movie, anyway? A hundred?
“Hey!” He shoots a glare at his brother. “Respect the classics.”
“Not to interrupt your riveting intro to film class,” Donnie interjects, losing his shit, “but I really need to know what this is before I go, and it’s already fifteen ‘till.”
“Look, maybe she’s interested, maybe she’s not.” Leonardo’s eyes are back on the screen. “Just try to tread carefully and you’ll probably be fine.”
“Probably?”
“Again, Raph had a point.”
He groans, walking to the entrance and exit of their home. “You guys aren’t helping.”
“Not our job.”
Leo calls after him. “Be home before six!”
He turns the corner, cradling his head in his hands. ‘I am totally and thoroughly fucked.’
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GoodFellas.
Of all the movies in the world, that is the movie you have decided to use to explain these concepts. This is the example piece that you are going to show to the vigilante. All you know is that you had started watching the Phantom Menace and had decided against explaining the concept of racial coding and this is the only other movie that you can think of right now. You have decided to commit, and you are already regretting it, but you decide to figure it out as you go.
You set the pizza on the coffee table, throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave to pop. You do not expect Donatello to be late, so you decided to start now so that they could get started right away. You start walking to the window, stopping at the mouth of the hallway. You look yourself over one more time in the bathroom mirror despite yourself. You do not exactly know why you care so much; this was not a date, and you had not advertised it as one. Still, impressions are important, and the last thing you need is for him to not listen to you because of it. That is what you are telling yourself, anyhow.
You hear knocking against the glass. You check your phone for the time. ‘Five minutes early.’ You smile softly. ‘How responsible.’ You open it up, smiling at your guest. “Welcome, Donatello.” You take a step back. “Please, make yourself at home.”
He barely makes a sound as he steps off the windowsill, looking around your apartment, fully illuminated, for the first time.
After about thirty seconds of his investigation, you clear your throat. “Donnie?”
He snaps out of it. “Huh?”
You smile gently. “You wanna sit down? I bought pizza.”
“Uh, yeah.” He nods, sitting down and facing the television screen. “I like your place.”
“Thanks.” You sit down next to him, tucking your feet under you as you flip on the television. “How do you feel about gangster movies?”
“Gangster movies?”
“Yeah.” You list a couple on your fingers. “Scarface, Godfather, all that jazz.”
He shakes his head, brow furrowed in confusion. “How can you make gangster movies legally?”
“That is a long answer. The short version?” You lean forward, taking a slice from the box. “The police are kind to those who cooperate, and people think their stories are fascinating.”
“So they’re documentaries?” He mimics you.
You shrug. “Sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. You want something to drink?” You hear the microwave beep as you stand up.
“Water?”
You nod, walking over to pull the popcorn out of the microwave and grab your drinks. “I trust the walk wasn’t too bad?”
“Not at all.” The small talk is torture. “Getting to your window was a bit of a challenge, but it wasn’t anything too bad.”
“That’s good.” You pour him a glass. “I’ll have to get something for that; maybe a planter or something, so you have a bigger ledge.”
“It’s alright.” He taps his fingers against his knee. “It’s wide enough to stand.”
“Still.” You place his cup on the counter, dumping the kernels into a large plastic bowl. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if one of you guys got hurt trying to come in through the window.” You grab a can of soda out of the refrigerator, sitting down and handing him the glass.
He smiles slightly. “You’re really sweet sometimes, you know that?”
You grin. “I try,” you hum, starting to pull up the movie. “I think you’re pretty cool too, Hamato.”
He chuckles. “You make me sound like I’m fifty.”
“Oh, totally.” You nod in agreement. “You’re an old soul.”
He blinks. “Old soul?”
“Mature, I mean.” You shrug. “I mean, handling the stuff you do with any degree of tact, to me, displays a great maturity you don’t see in most teenagers, myself included.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
You get back up for napkins and plates. “Not at all.” You hand him one of each. “It’s an admirable quality, though not one I particularly envy.”
“You think?” His hands linger for a moment longer than typical as he took them.
“Yeah. You want me to turn down the lights for the movie while I’m up?”
His face goes red. “I-I mean,” he stutters, “if you want to.”
“Then I will; shows the image better when it’s dark.” You walk to the wall, flicking off the lights and sitting down next to him, setting your slice on your plate as you turn on the movie.
Your reactions to it are different.
He does not seem what you would call disturbed, but he gets grossly invested in the story extremely quickly. He is noticeably more interested in watching you watch the movie, but he studies the plot intently, noting the more domestic plotline between the lead and his wife in particular. His reaction to the violence is strange to you; he is not aloof, so to speak, but he does not flinch much until the fighting is between Henry and Karen.
You have seen this movie what feels like a thousand times. Whenever you think it applicable, you lean over and whisper to him about the directing, the script, the plot—it is supposed to be a lesson, after all. But you realize that your attention, every so often, shifts to the bed, to your pillow with the knife underneath it. The violence of the movie makes you edgier than you are used to.
About halfway through the movie, you move closer to the boy sitting beside you. You lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you listen for cues for comments. You don’t notice his reaction, but you do notice how his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You do not object; you were the one who initiated, after all.
“Here’s a psychology relationship thingy you can tell your family about.” You cringe at that poor little girl standing in the hallway. “’That’s all in your head’ is classic gaslighting. I dunno if that’s really your area or not.”
“Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.” He fiddles with the cloth of your jacket absentmindedly. “It’s kinda hard for me to wrap my head around, people staying like that. I mean,” he clarifies, “I get why, but—”
You both tense up as a young man on screen is shot dead by Joe Pesci’s character.
You exhale. “Yeah, I get what you mean.” You shrug. “But folks get scared, ya know? In her case, she doesn’t want to break the family apart, and she’s really into him.”
“What? No way.”
“Yes way.” You look up at him. “What can I say? We fall into infatuation so fast with bad people who say what we want to hear.”
“Don’t you mean fall in love?”
You watch as Lorraine Bracco holds a gun to her husband’s face. “Nope. Love is entirely different.”
“Yeah?” He glanced down at you.
“Apples and oranges.” You gesture to the television. “Love is supplementary, a beautifully imperfect connection between people.” Your voice becomes smoother, airier. “It’s a bond built on trust and respect. Infatuation is more of an addiction than anything.” You sigh as Liota meets to discuss his relationship with Sorvino. “At least I think so. That’s why love at first sight is a bunch of bullshit; you can’t have that kind of profound trust with someone you just met.” You shrug, looking back up at him. “Then again, what do I know? I’m an inexperienced, fifteen-year-old girl.”
“That makes a lot of sense, actually.” He looks back down at you. “I get what familial love is, but whenever Master Splinter talks about his wife, he has a hard time putting what he means into words.”
You hear their guilty verdict. “Totally get that. Articulation is not easy to do.”
A few minutes go by.
“May I be frank?”
“Please.”
You watch as a man drags his wife out of a Christmas party. “This movie is exactly why I don’t ever want to learn how to do the stuff you do. It changes you, all that violence; desensitizes you.” You bring your knees to your chest. “Especially Raphael. I swear, that shift was as dramatic as his, at least at this point in the flick.”
He pauses. “Please, tell me you’re kidding.”
You close your eyes, breathing slowly. “I’m going to try my best,” you swear, “do everything in my power, to see to it that you guys don’t experience more than you have to.”
You mean it. He can tell.
You two are quiet for the rest of the movie. You explain why certain directing choices were made, connect the beginning with the end, talk about the theme, all while you two watched their fall from grace. When the movie ends, you realize how tangled up in him you are; your head on his chest, legs draped over his with his arms around your waist. You feel the icy air against you, as if his skin attracted it to you. You push the hair out of your face. “So,” you stretch, turning the light back on, “do you wanna see another movie, or do you have a curfew?”
He pauses. “I should honestly probably get home,” he sighs. “If I’m not home early they’ll start getting ideas.”
“Oh, yeah.” You nod, completely understanding the reasoning. “You can take the leftover pizza home if you want; the guys’ll probably eat it before I do.”
“Mikey’ll be on cloud nine.” He picks the box off the coffee table. “Thanks.”
“Any time.” You stand at the window, opening it for him.
He climbs onto the windowsill, looking down at you from his perch. “I had a good time.” His face flushed. “We should do this again.”
You nod in agreement. “Definitely.” You rub the back of your neck. “I’ll pick a lighter movie next time.”
“Alright. It’s a plan.” He gives you a thumbs up.
You steal yourself, cupping one side of his face and kissing him gently on the cheek. “Goodnight, Donnie.” You smile. “See ya tomorrow.”
You are a bit concerned he’s going to fall off the windowsill. “Y-Yeah,” he grinned, words slurred. “See ya later, Y/N.” He waved, climbing up and out of your window.
You smile softly, sigh. You flop back on the bed, rolling over. You have not been this at ease since you died.
‘I really like that guy.’ You close your eyes. ‘I really, honestly do.’
You drift off to sleep, dreamless for the first time in too long.
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pls do metalhead x donnie ending in tcest (hello stranger I totally don't know you at all and you will never guess who I am)
About three years later!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36744466
TMNT 2k12. Metalhead/Don and Raph/Don
“Donnie… Donnie…”
The thundering boom of Raphael’s voice floods the lab, and Donatello’s insides crunch because it’s far, far too loud and he hadn’t accounted for it still being on the megaphone setting because fuck how could he be so stupid?
But it’s too late to fix it, because Metalhead has him pinned stomach-first over the desk, legs forced and held apart by his own staff.
“W-Wait— Hold on!” He’s left flailing whilst Metalhead drives into him again and again, fucking him in a jerky rhythm that increases in speed whenever a moan or a gasp escapes his throat. There’s no leverage to push him off, either. Metalhead has him in a vice-grip—firmly in the optimal position he had programmed for tonight’s activities because of course he just had to be so specific with everything.
If he could only override the program—just long enough to sort out the stupid voice controls.
“Metalhead— Aaahh!” A particularly hard thrust strangles his voice and he’s back to groaning and squirming, trying to ignore the tendril of heat worming into his gut.
There’s a clack. Metalhead’s jaw-piece cracks open once more and Raphael’s voice emanates from the speaker, and it’s so loud that Donatello wants to crawl into his shell and disappear forever.
“Donnie…”
“Stop, stop, sto—aagh—” But Metalhead doesn’t stop, just keeps thrusting and driving the toy into him at an ever quickening pace and—and all the while speaking with that same voice clip over and over. Sometimes using a raspy filter, and sometimes pitch-shifted so low that Donatello’s stomach boils like a cauldron.
“Donnie…Donnie…”
Raphael’s voice every time. Raphael’s voice pouring into the room at max volume at three o’clock in the morning and God—God why did that thought make him so hard? A shameful whine rips through his lips and Metalhead rams into him in response.
“Donnie…” Followed by metal crashing against flesh again and again.
It’s Raph’s fault, he decides mid gasp. Raph’s fault for being out so late every night, Raph’s fault for not giving him the attention he needs. It’s Raph’s fault that he’s buckled over his desk and being fucked by a killer robot wearing a strap-on because he just needs something.
Metalhead fucks him so hard that his muscles turn to rock and his gut to magma. Donatello collapses onto the desk with a pitiful groan of need, his cock straining just out of reach beneath him. Doomed. He’s so ridiculously doomed. Surely his entire family had heard it at this point—maybe if he was lucky the whole of New York had heard it and Shredder had already dropped dead in his sleep from second-hand embarrassment. Just thinking about the stern look Leo would give him in the morning made him want the earth to split open and swallow him whole.
Somehow, his excuse about it being Raphael’s fault doesn’t sound so convincing anymore.
So he squeezes his eyes shut and just—just sinks into the bubbling shame, lets his skin catch fire and drowns himself in the fantasy. Instead of Metalhead, it’s Raphael—Raphael filling him and growling into his ear and—and telling him how good he is. Praising him as he slides his cock in and out.
“Donnie…”
Raphael grinding against him, driving his cock so deep that fireworks burst in his stomach with each and every thrust.
“Donnie…”
Raphael pushing him so far, interlacing their fingers, nibbling and kissing at his neck—his tongue a trail of fire down his skin.
“Donnie…”
So completely lost in the stars exploding in his head and the impossible pleasure mounting inside him, Donatello doesn’t notice the lapse in movement, or the very real heat that’s suddenly grazing against his backside. Doesn’t notice that Metalhead has been shoved aside and that there’s something hot and thick being nudged between his legs. Doesn’t notice that Raphael is right behind him until his brother’s hand is against his lips and—
“Donnie,” Raphael husks into his ear, his breath hot enough to melt ice. “You coulda just asked.”
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.lingerie - aaron.
if you came here thinking eloise was wearing the lingerie, you’re wrong.
rated m.
2,400 words. enjoy, babes!
"C'mon, it's this way!" Beliath ushered, eyes gleaming with pride and joy as Aaron followed, feeling out of place and cold. He was already bored, but the shopping was alluring. There were some shoes, nice pants, and even a dress he actually "bought" for Eloise (the clerk already seemed kinda dazed when he came around. They were even looking at his chest as if in a trance. Weirdo.)
Beliath pushed him into a door. In this store, there were some beauty products probably aimed at women, some shoes. But these weren't comfortable at all. They looked painful. A lot of them were shiny and pointy like a sword. Beliath made a sound somewhere else. Aaron followed, with Eloise's baby pink bag and his new plushie of a cat with a cape he found randomly, to remember Ivan. His name was Navi.
If Navi could talk, he would probably curse. Beliath was standing in front of a mannequin wearing a black stripe mess.
"These would look incredible on me, don't you agree?" Aaron quirked a brow and put Navi on the bag. He didn't know what the hell that was, but it was horny and lewd like Beliath himself.
"Fuck is this?" He deadpanned, puzzled.
"... A lingerie set?" Beliath seemed to think he'd understand. He looked at the small stripes again. They were black and quite shiny, the lower piece was supposed to hold the junk in, but it was a small, flimsy-looking triangle held by exactly three black stripes. The top one was a bra without the bust. Therefore, there were two holes in it. He even poked it to see if it wasn't just transparent, but his finger met the cold and gray plastic.
"Make two holes on Eloise's old stuff she threw away. It's for free."
"But it is for free for all of us."
"This is a bunch of stripes. You can make one of these with straws and a blow-dryer." Beliath cackled, rolling his eyes affectionately.
"I think you should try to give Eloise a little show." He teased, making Aaron blush.
"I don't-!"
"You seriously don't understand the lingerie concept? Because-"
"-I do understand, but it's been a long time since I saw any, and they usually dressed people properly." Beliath gaped.
"What do you mean? Eloise never wore any for you? You bang like bunnies!"
"I told her she doesn't need to..."
"You turned Eloise down?!"
Beliath pulled him through aisles without another word on the Eloise subject, asking him what he liked and what he would wear.
"Why did you have to have a girlfriend right when I found that killer one?" He whined.
"You sound like Leandra."
"Ew. Forget that, you're disgusting." Aaron snickered.
"Oh!" His gasp made Beliath look at where he was looking. Then he gasped himself.
A cold, dark green delicate set was there in front of him. A lace thong with green tulle hanging on the sides matched a garter belt and transparent tulle thigh highs, with a delicate corset. It didn't seem as sturdy as the ones supposed to be useful. It was more for the visuals. It had some golden embroidered flowers and leaves, a very subtle and delicate shimmer adorning the threads, and it was smaller to fit between the bra and the belt. There was a bra, but this time covered with a transparent and shiny green tulle similar to the rest, golden bondage straps around the chest area. He didn't even see how he bought it.
Beliath was giddy when they came back, but Aaron could only think about showing it to Eloise and recommending the store so they could take a look. He took a nice bubble bath and put on a robe after getting everything right in place and giving himself a once over. His cheeks were tingling with embarrassment, but he knew Eloise would probably think it was pretty. His eyes wandered to his thighs covered by the socks. The doorknob turning made him squeal.
"Aaron? Are you in there?"
"Hi, Raph. Are you um- okay?"
"I should be asking you the same thing. Are you in need of help?"
"H-help? W-why?" He creaked the door open, clutching his robe into himself and walking backward as his friend tilted his head towards his general direction.
"Well, you are panting, and I heard you cursing under your breath..."
"Oh. I'm fine. Thanks, pal."
"You're welcome. And Aaron?" He stopped by the end of the hall.
"Yes?"
"I'm sure your lingerie looks amazing. Eloise is going to enjoy it. If she doesn't, well. There's always someone else. The embroidery must feel nice to the touch."
Aaron walked away too fast to hear Raphael giggling. When he arrived, Eloise was sitting down on his bed, Navi in her arms. She took a liking to him.
"Um... I have something to show you. Promise you won't laugh."
"I won't unless you bought a rubber chicken."
"No, it was something different." She gave him her attention, motioning for him to continue. He untied the knot on the robe, letting it slide off his shoulders as he turned his front to her. Her eyes widened, and she put a hand in front of her mouth. He was going to cover himself up, but Eloise held the robe and placed it on the bed without realizing he was going to grab it, eyes never leaving his form. She stood closer.
"Look, I think I should-"
"-You look so beautiful."
"... What?"
"God, this green and gold combo compliments your eyes so much. And this corset is so pretty..." Her hand ran along his waist, squeezing in the dip and caressing the curve when she examined the embroidery. Her digits traveled alongside the expanse of his back, sighing when she found the arch, and then she locked her eyes on his chest.
"Eloise? What are you doing?"
"You're a nasty little puppy, aren't you?" He whined, a huff of minty air coming out of his mouth. "Did you let Beliath help you with this?"
"N-no! I- I wanted to save it for you." His puppy eyes made her coo and kiss on his nose, giving an Eskimo kiss afterward and feeling her heart beat fast because of how much he seemed to enjoy such tender touches.
"I'm playing with you, you know. I'm not going to be jealous of our friend." She chuckled, popping one of the clips on the belt open. "You're getting harder and harder, aren't you, puppy?" He sighed, nodding his head.
"I'm going to reward you for this. Let's see if I don't have to use the whip on you for punishments today, huh?" He nodded again.
"Yes, Elo." She rubbed his head, unclasping the belt from the socks to get rid of his thong. After that, she clasped it again, paying no attention to Aaron's raging boner. "Please... I want you to look."
Her eyes locked into his, and he shut his mouth before a whine left his throat. She smiled, sitting on top of him and stuffing his thong on his mouth.
"You've been good the last time I dommed, so I'll give you a choice. How do you want this to go, puppy? Want me to suck you off?" He shook his head no violently. "How about I play with your tight little hole?" He groaned, sighing when she pulled the thong off his mouth and leaned down, kissing his forehead, then his nose. She stood up, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out the strap and the lube. He closed his eyes to relax, but then the rustling the fabric created made him pop them open to watch her strip until only her panties remained. Her boobs bounced off the dress lightly, making his mouth run dry. There were a few bite marks and red marks from the last time, which he appreciated.
She threw the items on the bed, crawling on top of him and bringing his hand to her right boob. Aaron immediately squeezed it, making her arch her back lightly. Her hips moved slowly but surely while she leaned down, unclasping his bra and throwing it aside, leaning down to bite his brown bud. He sucked in a breath and mewled at the slight, pleasurable pain.
Eloise's panties were wet, and the roughness of the fabric against his tip felt delicious, but he needed more, anything more. He pulled her arm down, meeting her lips and whining into the kiss, grabbing her ass and squeezing it. He relished on the moans she let out. His finger trailed, eyes asking for her permission. Eloise slid her panties off, barely registering before he pounced on her, throwing her on the bed and placing himself between her legs, making sure his ass was in the air, his back arched nicely for her.
He kissed her thighs lovingly, feeling her skin and the sweet perfume. His eyes locked into hers as he darted his tongue out, circling her clit slowly. She sighed in contempt, running a hand through his hair in approval. He was itching to taste her, but he knew how she reacted when he changed the pace she set, and this time, she wanted to take it slow.
Her mind was foggy, and pants left her parted lips as he circled his tongue, the wet heat spreading through her abdomen and creating pressure. His lips closed around her bud, sucking it in and letting it out with a pop. His hand trailed that path to her inner thighs slowly, and Eloise enjoyed the view. His nose bumped against her, making her body jolt while he kept her close with one strong arm. The fact that she could snap her fingers and such a big, strong man would bend over for her was more than arousing, but the prospect of how he'd get back at her for taking so long was equally sweet.
Aaron lapped up for a while, circling his tongue and curling his fingers inside her just the right way. Eloise sucked in a breath and curled her toes. The familiar shudder rose from her feet to her upper body. He smiled against her, eyes shining with mischief. Her hand pushed him away, seeing herself on his face and smiling. He'd earned his reward.
"How do you want me to fuck you, puppy?" He eagerly put himself in all fours, giggling at himself when the bed bounced. Eloise gave him vivid laughter, making him smile fondly even when her eyes couldn't see. The bed dipped behind him, and a cold hand came to caress his rear, squeezing and teasing. He moved his hips, coaxing her into giving in slowly, his hair falling to the side and showing his neck that she so eagerly leaned in to kiss.
Her hand slid up and pinched one of his nipples, making him moan lowly and push his hips back. Leaning against him, Eloise wrapped a hand around his shaft, pumping slowly and expertly. His hips wiggled, soft moans left his throat as he rocked like an obedient pet, sighing and squeezing the sheets when she picked up or slowed down. Soon, he felt the shiver that came with the warm lube coating his hole. She stopped jerking him. Her finger prodded, complimenting how pretty he looked over the wet sounds and small gasps.
"Eloise, f-fuck."
"Shhhh, baby. Patience." He whined in frustration, which made her chuckle and grant him her whole finger, making him sigh in relief. He rocked his hips on the pace she set, a pretty arch on his back. Eloise judged it was time to add another finger, so she did it slowly, lubing him to her liking and checking on him. Aaron was a mess. His dick was leaking on the sheets, now abandoned by her. He wanted her to jerk him off already, but he knew she was going to drag this out until he could finally fuck her.
The strap's tip was warm. Aaron's eyes fluttered shut, finally feeling the stretch.
"You're so relaxed, puppy. That's it." He moaned, hips jerking while she cooed at him.
From there on, the only sounds he could focus on were the ones she produced. Her labored breathing from the recent orgasm, her hands sliding against him, her praise, and the light slapping sounds that started to submerge on his mind.
"Anh- fuck! Yes, yes!" He keened, but the pillows muffled the sound, making Eloise pull his hair roughly upwards. He hissed, feeling his dick jump violently.
"Let people hear how good you feel, puppy. Who's making you feel so nice, huh?"
"You, you Eloise, please don't stop, nhg-"
Her hand slapped his ass hard, hips hitting just the right spot.
"Look at you. You're enjoying my dick this much?" He nodded fervently, making her chuckle and soothe the sting on his rear. She let his head go, and he put it to the side as not to muffle more sounds, or else she was going to punish him. The bed hit the wall repeatedly, making him rock back into the dildo. That was heaven to him, being with her like this, skin to skin and feeling so, so good.
His moans got ragged and urgent all of a sudden, making Eloise slow down for a while, then grab his dick and pump it. He punched the wall, making her chuckle.
"Are you ready, puppy? You've been such a good pet." He nodded, barely being able to form any words at all. She moved her hips quickly, pumping him until the knot on his stomach snapped. White-hot pleasure flashed through him as she let go as soon as he came, letting him spurt the load on his own while she focused on fucking into him.
After a while, he pulled away, whimpering. Eloise pulled out, laughing at his disheveled state and pushing him to the side, where he fell like a doll, eyes already heavy. Eloise forgot about herself and dressed one of Aaron's shirts, picking the sheets up and throwing the dildo in the bathroom sink, washing it, and putting it back in place. As soon as she came back, however, there was no sign of Aaron in the bed.
"Aaron? Uh- weird, where is- ah!"
He clasped a hand in her mouth. The growling sound she heard was a clear answer.
"About time you came back..."
#nsfwbunny#moonlight lovers#moonlight lovers aaron#moonlight lovers headcanons#moonlight lovers smut#aaron x eloise#sub!aaron#ml aaron
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Class 108′s Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 3.
Katie was the first one to recover, turning her knife on Mr. Sims and charging forward. Martin yanked him out of the way.
“Woah! Woah, woah. Hey!” he said, waving his arms to get her to calm down.
“Katie.” Rosie barked, which in that tone meant “stand down.”
Katie withdrew, not taking her eyes off her former teacher. “You can’t be real. You obviously aren’t human, and-”
“If you put down the knife, I promise I’ll give you answers.” Jon said, hands up and breathing steady.
Katie glanced over to Rosie, who narrowed her eyes in thought then gave a quick nod. She begrudgingly lowered her weapon, eyes still locked with the two newcomers in the room.
There was a moment of silence.
“What the fuck just happened?” Riko asked, slipping her glasses off in disbelief.
“I…I smited him.” Jon answered awkwardly. “Okay, how about we get everyone in here and then we can have…a class.”
“A class.” Katie deadpanned. Jon nodded, and she shrugged, standing up and gesturing for Riko to come with her while she fetched Elliot and Raphi, who were still in the other classroom. Probably kissing. Ugh.
An awkward silence filled the air, before Tabitha turned to the window and tilted her head. “Who opened the blinds?”
The rest of the kids shook their heads, and Tabitha sighed, turning the rod to the right and shutting the outside world out of sight.
“Eyeball daddy must’ve wanted to say hi.” she said thoughtfully.
Jon choked, and Martin had a look of mild horror on his face as he patted Jon’s back to stop him from coughing.
“E-exuse me?” he stammered.
Tabitha was unfazed.
“Eyeball daddy. You know, the great voyeur? The big smexy eyeball in the sky?”
Martin keeled over wheezing while Jon dropped his jaw.
“The-the Beholding?!” “Smexy?!”
Tabitha wrinkled her nose. “That’s a stupid name. All hail eyeball daddy.”
“All hail eyeball daddy.” The rest of the kids said in unison, looking bored. It was more of a reflex for them at this point.
Martin and Jon shared a look of horror, before Riko entered with Katie, Elliot and Raphi following her.
“Okay then, take a seat. I’ll explain, but, it isn’t pretty.”
“Really? The apocalypse isn’t pretty? I had no idea!” Raphi snarked. Elliot batted him on the head, and Jon was painfully reminded of a similar interaction between Tim and Sasha in the past.
No, he thought, there’s no time to dwell on that.
“There are fourteen entities called the fears that previously existed in a different place outside of our universe. They all have domain over different fears, and people that serve them get…abilities in exchange for feeding the-”
“Like the spiders! And the masked people! And the-” Tabitha cut herself off, “sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself,” she muttered, wringing her hands and tapping her foot.
“No, go on.” Jon prompted her to continue.
She hesitated. “W-we’ve just been noticing patterns…I call them categories. They’re like…really angry colors? If that makes sense?”
Jon looked impressed. “And you just figured all that out?”
She nodded.
He sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong. These “really angry colors” are called the fear powers. Some think them alike to gods, but they don’t have any true motives other than to feed. They aren’t like humans in that respect. They have no motivation.”
The class watched, enraptured as he continued his explanation.
“There’s the Slaughter, fear of war and violence. The Lonely, fear of isolation. The Web, fear of-”
“Being controlled.” Rosie said quietly. Jon nodded.
“Exactly. And-”
“Spiders.” Tabitha shivered, remembering being cocooned in their webs; the feeling of legs crawling over her skin and weaving her in threat.
Jon made a gesture to show that she was right. He continued to explain the rest of the fear powers, until he stopped abruptly.
“And then there’s the Eye.” He said, looking to the closed window. He realized he was running a tape recorder, but at this point he couldn’t care less. The Eye saw everything anyway.
“Wait, hold on, how do you even know any of this?” Elliot asked him, eyes narrowed.
Jon sighed. “Getting to that.”
“The Eye-”
“Eyeball daddy-” “shut up Tabitha-”
“-is the fear of being watched, or being known. I know this one better than all the others, because I…serve it.”
“You what?!” Riko exclaimed, and Katie inched towards her knife.
“I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” he said shortly, rubbing his temples with his palm. “I assume you all know the Magnus Institute?”
Rosie nodded hesitantly. They’d all done their fair share of research on their enigma of a teacher. You would too, if someone like him showed up out of the blue and said cryptic things all the time.
Things that made far more sense these days then she would’ve liked.
“Well, the position of the Archivist, which is what I am, is more or less a trap. You can’t quit, and you become very connected to the Eye. It…changes you.”
“That’s ominous.” Katie muttered. Jon ignored her.
“What’s your connection to all this?” Riko questioned skeptically.
“That’s,” Jon breathed, “that’s a long story.”
“Cut out the boring bits and tell us; it’s not like we have anything better to do.” Elliot shrugged.
“Well, I suppose I started the whole thing.”
“What?!-” “No!-” “How dare you-” “I will fuck you up-”
A chorus of anger erupted in the room, and Martin stepped to the left of Jon’s side.
“He didn’t start it. He’s just guilty about-.”
“If I had fought it-”
“You know full well that wouldn’t have worked. I’m tired of you trying to make yourself the villain.” He stared Jon down begrudgingly.
“Look,” Martin sighed, “I’ll explain since he sees it fit to make himself out to be the enemy here. Our boss, Elias Bouchard, who is actually Jonah Magnus but back to that later, manipulated him. He basically had him marked by all the fourteen fears, and then forced him to complete the ritual that opened the eye. He had no choice in the matter.”
Katie withdrew, and they all relaxed.
“It’s not your fault, then, Mr. Sims.” Sydney said with furrowed brows.
He shook his head. “I…if I hadn’t opened that letter then none of this would’ve happened. I’ve done some bad things.”
“l laughed while one of my best mates got murdered,” Said Tabitha, getting off a desk covered in sharpie doodles.
Jon sighed. “You were under the influence of the Web.”
“And you were under the influence of the eye. How is that different?”
Jon ran a hand through his hair, looking to Martin, who was gazing down on him expectantly. “Fine, yes, I see your point.”
Tabitha nodded, satisfied.
“Why were you here in the first place?” Elliot asked.
“The Eye tells me where to go, and when I found out all of you were alive I decided I needed to come back for you.” Jon answered him, looking to the closed window briefly.
“Come back for us? But we’re safest here!” Sydney protested.
Jon hesitated. “They Eye preserved you because of your connection to me, at least, that’s what I think. It might have been Elias, maybe as a gift? But if I choose to…reject this “present” then you’ll each be thrown into different domains.”
Beat.
“Well fuck.” Tabitha said.
“Language.” Jon said half-heartedly.
“What are you going to do, send her to the principal?” Raphi retorted sarcastically. Tabitha tilted her head towards him and raised her eyebrow at Jon, signifying her agreement
A few people grumbled in agreement, before a pall of silence took over the room.
“Where are we going, anyway?” Asked Cal, who’d been uncharacteristically silent while processing all that had happened.
Jon clenched his fist. “The Panopticon.”
“You mean the tower? That’s not far from here!” Elliot told him.
“Yes, but…space doesn’t work like it used to. We’re going to have to venture through every domain until we can reach it.”
“And what’s the plan?” Katie questioned, expression blank.
“Don’t die? And reset the world” Martin offered.
“That’s it?” Katie said incredulously, her tone affronted.
“It’s a work in progress.” Jon defended.
“Oh well fuck-” “We’re screwed-” “Eyeball daddy, I’m coming for you-” “Bold of you guys to assume I don’t want to die-” “Cypress are you okay-” “If I get into hell I call lava bath-”
Jon facepalmed.
Martin was honestly both concerned and impressed about how they were handling this. If it was him, at this age he would’ve been freaking out and crying, not complaining.
“How are you so calm about this?” He asked, brows furrowed in surprise.
Raphi shrugged. “We’re Gen Z. We had lockdown drills all the time preparing us for a shooter, and once you think of that shit enough it’s not like you aren’t surprised when it happens. We’ve never been afraid of dying, we’re just afraid of watching the world burn,” the other kids nodded in agreement, “and look where that fucking got us.”
Martin was honestly stunned, but he chose not to comment.
“How poetic of you, Raph.” Elliot cooed.
“Oh, fuck off.”
There was a bittersweet moment of hesitation, before Tabitha yelled. “We’re going to win this, fuckers! We have the power of God and Anime on our side! Hiya!” She did the motions from the vine, and the rest of the class followed.
“Hiya!”
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“List?” Rosie asked, checking supplies off her clipboard.
“Check!”
“Everyone have a weapon or something they can use as one? No, Elliot, I do not count your “bulging muscles” as a weapon. Stop pouting.”
“Check!”
“Everyone grab a buddy. Sydney will be with Tabitha and I, so everyone else should be in pairs. I think that’s everything.”
Rosie turned to Jon and Martin, who were waiting for her to finish the roll call. Jon raised an eyebrow.
Rosie rolled her eyes. “It helps to have some semblance of order here.”
Martin elbowed him, and Jon grumbled something Rosie didn’t understand.
And so, class 108 started their field trip.
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“Elliot! Raphi! Cypress! Stop making videos! We need to move.” Jon called irritably, annoyed at the loud, bad music that these kids were filming themselves dancing to. It made absolutely no sense to him.
He didn’t like it.
“But we’re doing Tik Toks, Mr. Sims!” Cypress called back.
“You-you’re doing what?” Jon asked confusedly.
“Tik Toks!” Elliot repeated, which did not help at all.
“I-what’s a Tik Tok?” Jon ran his hands through his hair.
“Google-y-eyes it!” Elliot answered.
“Not funny.” He muttered, already getting a headache.
“It was, actually. His puns are great.” Raphi, who’s hearing was only secondary to Katie in the class rankings, (they made a list a few years back), heard him muttering and shouted to him without stopping the dance.
“Fine-what the hell is that?” Jon said, affronted as he began to Know what these “Tik Toks” were.
Insidious.
“That’s a Tik Tok Mr. Sims!” Cypress told him.
“Why are they dancing?”
“To get Tik Tok famous Mr. Sims!”
Jon was notably distressed, so he took out a cigarette and discretely lit it.
Tabitha whipped towards him. “Chris, is that a WEED?”
“W-what?”
“I’m calling the police!”
Christ, these kids were going to be the death of him.
#tma#the magnus archives#teacher jon#teacher jonathan sims#season 5#tma season 5#tma spoilers#jonmartin#tma fanfic#the magnus archives fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction
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my rewrite of tmnt 2012 is turning more into “my fan iteration within the story of 2012 which i change a bit to suit my self-indulgence” (which it pretty much was from the start but hey) so i’m just gonna write down some General Stuff abt it like arcs and stuff
Tang Shen is alive but did get sliced by Shredder like when she dies in canon, so she has scars and Shredder believes her to be dead. Tang Shen also believes that Yoshi went and disappeared on her when he went to buy those turtles so, you know, rough couple of years for her w/ regards to thinking her infant daughter is dead, moving away from japan w/ her husband, and then her husband mutates into a rat and doesn’t tell her abt it. now she works as a robotics engineer at Stockman labs and while she’s still depressed she’s getting better, she likes her work, and she’s working on a certain nanobot project which is going good
(Nano is in this version but they instead are in an arcade cabinet that the turtles then bring to the Lair so that Nano has a family and they get to play with the turtles often. Happy end for Nano!)
Raph is the one who first meets Shen and Shen starts signing the adoption papers for the turtles
Splinter is pretty much the same as in 2012 but like, he gets confronted abt his shit instead of just being Flawless Wise Mentor, mainly by Michelangelo and then Shen when she meets him again. think he’s still gonna die but only once instead of. what. three times?
the turtles have known April for about three years since they went to the surface in secret and met a curious human girl. April quickly decided she has four brothers now and they agreed whole-heartedly
April’s parents are both alive btw and very good parents, though since “the Kraang want to kidnap April” isn’t a thing here they are both unaware of her mutant friends
April isn’t trained as a kunoichi and instead relies on her telepathic powers, which would grow at the same rate as the turtles become better fighters. i have a whole list of her powers and their limits - for example, tinfoil hats do work to keep your head protected from telepathy, much to everyone’s surprise. a metal pot also works, or a metal helmet. Shredder is unknowingly immune to it with his helmet always being on...
the brain worms serve a slightly bigger role, but they are instead creatures from Dimension X, a weak, telepathic parasite that crawls into people’s brains and controls them to keep the worm safe while it feeds on the person. they are what Kraang Prime mutated himself with to create the Kraang hivemind. they are also called “mind maggots” in Dimension X, “brain worms” is just what Stockman and Donnie started calling them when first discovered. removing a brain worm from a person without using telepathic powers can result in the person’s death or severe brain damage
also the Kraang are a more literal hivemind. if one of them sees you, they all see you. the turtles have to use all their ninja stealth to deal with them, and it’s always a risk because the Kraang can easily overwhelm them with how many of them there are
Kraang Prime is probably gonna be offed at the end of the “season 1 finale”, probably by Leatherhead. he deserves it. offing Prime also frees the Kraang hivemind from his control and the Utrom have their autonomy back. either that, or they manage to release the hivemind from his control another way, and it leaves Prime like weak and useless somehow. maybe by plucking off those weird crystals on his head, i dunno, still thinking abt it
oh Leatherhead! Leatherhead is a doctor for mutants, being a bit of a mix between his 2003 and 2012 self. he wants to help other mutants since he knows they’re victims of the Kraang too, however indirectly, and that they can’t exactly get medical help. mutants do have greater regenerative properties, but that’s only going to help you so far, and your bones might grow back wrong quicker. so, Leatherhead spent his years of freedom studying medicine and mutant biology, using stuff he stole from the Kraang during his first escape.
it would be a lot more focused on helping mutants in general. like, there would still be mutant villains that would be fought when needed, but Mikey and Donnie would put their feet down and try to offer the mutants help in settling into their new life. the turtles would also not be disgusted with mutants like they are in 2012 like jeez, dumbdotcomm really put it into words
anyways the Kraang would cease being a threat after “season 1″ and the truce Karai suggests between Foot and Hamato does happen. Splinter hates it and doesn’t trust it at all
Baxter Stockman has his own lab which is pretty successful, and he is an incredibly smart and eccentric guy with a bubbly personality - until you threaten him or talk down to him, at which point he shows himself to be calculating and ruthless, still with a smile on his face. he doesn’t pick up on sarcasm very well, though, and if you ask him to explain something, he will happily do so in great detail, whether you’re friend or foe. also, he doesn’t get mutated into a fly, and he doesn’t get turned into just a brain, either. he’s just a funky regular human guy
Timothy becomes The Badger in this version. he’s also treated better by the turtles, especially Mikey who takes it upon himself to train Timothy, partially bc Mikey wants to be a superhero but knows he can’t show his face. in fact, Timothy was inspired by Mikey specifically as he saw Mikey trying to be a costumed superhero at one point. when Timothy mutates, he becomes a human mutant like Hun and Ravenwood from IDW, so he can become like an actual superhero with powers
more female characters. like just in general more girls please. i beg of you.
Angel is Casey’s older sister who’s off at college as a STEM student, and she is also Nobody here bc i absolutely love that for her, IDW was galaxy brained when they did that. Alopex is her partner here too same as in IDW, and they jokingly call themselves “Batteries, the Double-A Crime Fighting Duo”. Angel is very much against Casey being a vigilante despite being one herself, but she’s an adult so it’s different, obviously
the turtles ask Alopex to be their teacher, too, especially since Raph notices that she fights using anger in a controlled way, and she is a bit surprised and slightly awkward about it but she accepts. Alopex is an arctic fox instead of a red fox here btw, though she has a summer coat most of the time and only gets white fur during winter.
April would also have an arc where she strives to understand her mutant side and powers better, so she would venture into Dimension X alone to find the Utrom, and learns about their society before and after Kraang. Rook and Queen (named Quin here bc Bishop isn’t a Utrom in this version, and Utrom don’t have a concept of queens and kings) would have bigger roles, as they would help April out with her powers and figuring out what being part Utrom/Kraang means for her identity.
Rook is also an alchemist/scientist who created mutagen in the first place, and Kraang was her assistant. this isn’t super important to April’s arc but i just thought it’d throw it out there
the brain worms/mind maggots would result in a City Fall arc i’ve decided. but it would be the only time mind control/brainwashing becomes a plot point in this series bc i think 2012 really overused that trope. like it was there with Splinter and the Rat King, with the parasite wasp mutant episode, and then again with the brain worms but like, several times over.
this also means that Karai doesn’t get the brain worms pumped into her brain. remember that scene where she’s hooked up to the machine and Shredder’s like “damn that shit sucks i’m sorry Hamato Yoshi’s doing this to you”?? that scene was pretty fucked up. anyways Karai has like. agency in her own arc this time
in the City Fall arc Splinter would die and at the end Karai kills Shredder, and Leo and Karai as new leaders of the clans would be like “alright this stupid fucking ancestral cycle of vengeance” ends here
Northampton time after that because it would be a Lot
after that i think it would be space arc time? it would start with the turtles being separated across dimensions and planets a bit like when SAINW happened, but without SAINW. like, Donnie would get to Neutrino (elves with crazy hair version), Leo would get to Usagi’s dimension, etc. etc.
also in case it wasn’t obvious Tang Shen will play a big role as the turtles’ Better parent and she’d have her own stuff to work through, like meeting her daughter she thought was dead and finding out her boss, Stockman, is evil, that her husband got turned into a rat, and that her new kids get into all kinds of dangerous trouble constantly
anyways that’s um. already quite the wall of text so i’ll shut up now ‘til i have more art to post, digital art this time so you can like. actually see what things look like.
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#tmnt 2012#i just think tang shen should be alive and well!#lovi speaks
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WAIT
Guys. Guys.
I just thought of the best crack ship ever
Freaking Hueso x Splinter??? Ok??? Think about it for a sec????
Splinter goes in one day to get food for the boys. I have No clue why maybe they’re doin smthn for him but we all know how he is so it’s definitely his first time in the place
And Look we all know that splints is hot according to yokai standards so Hueso is just like 👀👀👀👀
He has No clue that this is the dad of those awful turtle children he definitely does NOT have a soft spot for. He just hasn’t managed to loose their numbers yet he doesn’t care about them shut up
So Hueso has no clue who splinter is and flirts his way into a date
It goes pretty well lol though they end up fighting some baddies bc. Ya know. This is rottmnt nothing can go perfectly
At the very end he finds out who splinter is and is like fuck???? But splinter is just like ok cutie see u next week
Hueso has a mini crisis over the fact that his new bf’s kids are the turtles, but chills pretty quickly and just rolls with it
Heads over a bunch /takes splinter out when the kids aren’t around
So then the kids like kinda suspect smthn is up since they keep seeing Hueso around and splinter keeps cleaning up and stuff for him which is obvi weird
April, Mikey, Donnie and Raph have all figured it out but Leo doesn’t until he straight up walks in on them kissing and is horrified
He goes through all the stages of greif in about an hour then threatens Hueso to be nice to his dad and then it’s chill
So then Hueso just slowly bonds with all the kids
He bonds w/ Mikey over his art and Mikey ends up doing a mural in the pizza shop
Smthn similar happens w/ Donnie and Hueso complements him and then Donnie upgrades all the ovens and stuff bc our poor boy is desperate for adult recognition
Leo and him are p much already chill after portal jacked?? Idk Hueso’s another father figure for him and Raph I don’t have specific ideas for either of them
April and him just get along really well bc they’re both just kinda the straight men of the group
Even though neither of them is straight
He gives her advice on how to woo Sunita don’t @ me
Eventually he brings Hueso jr around and all the kids love him
Especially Raph who’s like new baby!!
So now they have a bby brother
Asp big mama gets jealous and trys to kidnap Hueso and the boys + April are just like hey put our new dad down!!!
Just..... Hueso and Splinter co-parenting. Hueso and jr eventually moving into the lair. Splinter being in a relationship with someone who legitimately loves him. The turtle fam just growing and the kids being surrounded by love and support.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#senior hueso#master splinter#splinter rottmnt#donnie rottmnt#mikey rottmnt#leo rottmnt#raph rottmnt#april o'neil#hueso x splinter#my post#im valid everyone f off
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TW // Body Horror
He’s reading. Reading in the living room.
The pages of his comic were flipped mindlessly- each page just a blur of indescribable colour. No attention was paid to it.No attention could be paid to it. He didn’t know why.
He was shivering. He should get a blanket, but his brain just didn’t process it. It was like the cold was some secondary sense he was feeling- as if it belonged to someone else. Not him, not his body. He didn’t feel like getting a blanket anyway.
A clatter sang through the lair.
Leo stood to attention. It was night, nobody should be awake. Much less carrying things around.
He left the living room, but kept the book, just in case it was one of his brothers or dad. He needed an excuse to be readily available.
He found Raph.
He was carrying some kind of duffel bag, now on the floor with a few cans spilling out.
“Heya, Raph! What’cha doing at this time of night, hm?”
“None of your business, Leo.”
Leo rolls his eyes casually. He studies the duffel bag a bit more. The cans spilling out are unmarked, he notices. A few of them are open. Inside, he spots things moving.
“Hey, uh, Raph? What’s inside those cans, a pet of yours?”
“No, Leo. Just go away.” Raph crouches down to pick up the cans. He stuffs them inside the duffel and walks towards the door. The door to leave. The door to leave, but when it’s night.
“Wait, Raph, where are you going?”
“Piss off, Leo.”
“Are you leaving?”
“Shut it.”
“Where to?”
“Leo.”
Leo puts a hand on Raph’s shoulder. “Why are you l-” But it melts into it.
“Wh- what-”
Raph’s body, as he now notices- it’s wriggling- like worms in a pile. It’s melding together like melted cheese.
Raph’s head turns around and his neck strings with the movement.
Raph’s mouth opens like it’s going to say something, but Leo thinks he can safely assume his vocal chords were clogged up quickly. A choked retching of a sound leaves instead of whatever was meant to. Raph’s eyelids close, only to get stuck and open in ribbons that barely show his eyes.
Leo tries to pull his arm back- he can’t.
It’s stuck.
“What the fuck.” said a voice from behind him. Leo snapped his neck around quickly.
“Mikey? Mikey, help. Mikey.” Whatever’s left of Raph’s vocal chords gargle near him.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know! Get Donnie!”
“Fine, fine!” Mikey runs out the room.
Leo turns back to Raph’s melting body, only to find his head coming closer towards him. Loe flinches back and screams, trying to push away Raph’s head with his free hand. It too gets swallowed by Raph’s skull.
“Oh my god. This- what the hell. Mikey? Are you back yet? MIKEY. MIKEY! MIKEY, HURRY THE FUCK UP! *MIKEY*”
A faint voice answers. “I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m bringing Donnie!”
They arrive quickly.
“What is ha- what. What th-the?”
“Do you know what this is?”
“Of c-course I don’t!”
“Hey, can one of you guys try and pull me… out of his head and shoulder?”
“You got it in his *head*?”
“I didn’t mean to!”
Mikey rolls his eyes, but goes up to him nonetheless.
He puts his hands on Leo’s shoulder and starts to pull. At first, it feels like it’s working. But the grip quickly goes weaker.
“Are you even trying?”
“I am! It’s not my fault you’re still- oh shIT. SHIT. FUCK”
“What?” Leo turns his head.
Mikey’s hands were sloping and sloshing into his shoulders. Leo’s eyes go wide.
“WHAT THE HELL. Get your hands off of me!”
“I can’t, dumbass! If you didn’t already notice, they’re melting!”
“Donnie, pull me out!”
“N-no.”
“What? Why not?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Leo? They- they only started melting when they touched you! It’s you w-who’s doing this. It’s like you’re radioactive- toxic- to us.”
“What?”
“You’re toxic. You’re making us worse.”
“What are you-”
“You are too dependant on us, and it’s become *our* downfall. You ruin us.
“I don’t-”
“All of our problems are your fault, Leo.”
“W-”
“This is *all. your. fault.*”
Leo wakes up. He’s in a room that’s unfamiliar to him, until it clicks. They’ve been living in the hidden city for a couple months now. Not home. Not with Splinter.
He doesn’t feel like trying to go to sleep again.
So he’s reading. Reading in the bedroom.
(I will probably make an aftermath of this soon)
pictured: me reading this (positive)
aaaAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE the way it loops back at the end that's such a classic way to write this story, agsodgdshgag. Thank you for remembering Leo's had nightmares his whole life- he would definitely eventually start having nightmares that incorporate his post-nightmare behavior INTO them. anyway this was fantastic, and i like how Donnie stopped stuttering halfway through the dream- i was pretty sure this wasn't real but that kind of confirmed that it wasn't REALLY donnie.
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Broken promises
Mikey x fem reader
The world seemed to move in slow motion as she looked to the TV, her grandfather having flipped to the news station. All the noise from her noisy family slowly came to a stop as they all looked to the TV. The screams echoed throughout the room, from those that tried to leave the burning building as the news archer tried to speak over them. Her pounding heart dropping into her stomach when she caught sight of the buildings name.
“No.....” She whispered, stepping closer to the TV. ‘please for the love of god no...’
Scanning every inch of the scene, her heart stopping when she noticed a familiar figure pass by one of the windows near the top of the building.
‘hurry up and get out of there-’
Not even a moment later the building suddenly collapsed and as it did her world seemed to come to a stop. Unable to move as she just watched piles of burning rumble. Hoping, pray from any sign of him. Seconds passed, then minutes and there was still nothing.
The world slowly sped back up as she pulled out her phone. Fingers trembling as she dialed his number. He didn’t answer so she tried again.
“Just an in and out mission”
He said.
“It’ll be simple and easy.”
He said.
Tears started to well up in her eyes as she tried to get a hold of the others.
“I’ll be safe, don’t worry.”
He promised.
“Damn it,” Her tears welled up and over. Streaming down her face when she couldn’t get a hold of anyone. Running up to her room, she quickly grabbed her things and ran back down stairs. Giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and a soft apology for leaving so quickly. The rest of her family telling her to be safe on the road as she ran out the front door, knowing that they couldn���t stop her.
Jumping into her car, she peeled out of the driveway and down the street. Broken sobs wrecking her chest as she drove as fast as her car would let her. But it wasn’t fast enough, not to her at least. Even as she drove down the empty highway, going 110, it still didn’t feel like it was fast enough. Especially with every voice mail she got.
Why wasn’t anyone answering? She needed to know if they were okay, if HE was okay. She needed to hear his voice, to hear him say he was alright. If he wasn’t...she didn’t know what she was going to do.
With an aggravated cry, she threw her phone to the passenger side after she was meet with yet another voicemail. Giving the clock on her dash another glance. 8:38. It was already late and she still had at least two more hours until she made it to New York. Pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floor, watching her speed quickly pick up even more. The world going by in just a blur, her only focus was getting to New York and finding him.
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When she got to New York, she was suddenly met with heavy non-moving traffic. Spilling out a few choice words, she got out of her car. Slamming the door shut as she took off in a sprint. Heading straight to the lair, her lungs screaming as her breaths come out in hard puffs. Coming to a stop at the entrance of the lair. Quickly finding a pretty banged up Raphael getting patched up by April on the couch. At the sound of her voice, they both jumped.
“W-where...where is he?”
“Y/N? How did you-” April started as she stood up, but was quickly cut off by Y/N.
“Where is he?” She demanded this time. Her voice hard and desperate.
Raph frowned. “Y/N ya really sho-”
“I will NOT fucking ask again.”
April jumped back a bit in shock. Y/N hardly ever swore, especially towards them. “He’s in Donnie’s lab...”
Without another word, Y/N marched to the purple turtles lab. Grabbing a hold of the door handle, hesitating for a moment. Giving herself a small moment to prepare herself for what could be behind the door. Hoping and praying to anything that could hear her thoughts that everything was going to be okay. With one last calming breath she opened the door.
Oh, how she wished she had giving herself a few moments longer. Maybe even a few minutes, but that might not have been anywhere close to long enough to prepare her for what she saw.
Donatello stood next to the medal table, making quick and precise movements as he finished patching up his younger brother (who laid on the table unconscious). Leonardo stood on the other side of the table, looking down at Michelangelo. Blood covered his hands, having been the one who helped Donnie. A aura of guilt and sorrow hung over him like a cloak.
Y/N looked back to Mikey and everything else in the room seemed to disappear as her tears returned. Bandages almost covered every inch of her beloved turtle. The gentle rise and fall of his chest and the soft beeping from some monitor Donnie had him hooked up to was all the indication she had that he was alive.
A whimper managed to escape her throat, catching the two’s attention. Donnie frowned as he said her name softly, taking a step towards her. His heart breaking even more when her eyes never left Mikey. Taking a few steps, he stood in front of her and pulled her into his arms. Blocking her view from his younger brother in hopes that it might help. Holding her tighter when she began to sob in his chest.
“H-he said he’d b-be okay,” She whimpered, burying herself into his plastron. “He p-promised me.”
“I know...” Donnie said softly, gently rubbing her back. Watching Leo come up beside them. Both of them sharing a frown.
“Hey Y/N...lets go sit down in the living room.” He offered, resting his hand gently on their shoulder.
“N-no.” Y/N wiggled from Donnie’s arms and squeezed passed them. Instantly by Mikey’s side. “I can’t leave him..”
“Y/N...” Leo started, but Donnie stopped him.
“Let’s just leave her alone for a few moments, Leo.” Donnie said as he headed for the door. This earned a sad sigh from the leader. Giving one last glance to the two. His heart breaking as he watched his brothers lover pull up a chair next to him and gently grab his hand. Giving his knuckles a gentle kiss as she tried to hold back her sobs.
Leo’s head hung low as he left, Donnie following right behind him. Leaving Y/N to cry her heart out as she watched over Mikey. Making her mind up then and there that she was never going to leave his side again....
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Stages (A 2016 Ninja Turtle Story)
They all contribute to the Butsudan, a household altar to commemorate a deceased love one. Incense, offerings of food, flowers, a picture…It’s a long path to get over loss and they all deal with the grief in different ways.
Warning: Death and how to handle (or not) it. A bit graphic and some swearing.
Chapter 2: Anger
“Anger doesn’t solve anything. It builds nothing, but it can destroy everything.”
The lair was again quiet in the early hours of the morning. The usual training was canceled for another day of healing. As the other residents were sleeping sounds of strain could be heard from their makeshift dojo. There, Raphael secluded himself and trained.
The red-banded turtle was taking out his aggression on a punching bag after another fight with his older brother. Heat and anger radiated off of him as blow after blow met the leather of the workout equipment. He had been at this for a few hours and still, his aggression wasn’t quelled. There was a time when fighting like this was calming. The exertion of energy leaving him as he grew tired, his anger forgotten, just the focus on the fight. There was a time when he had a sparring partner.
Raphael had gone to his brother’s lab to vent but when he saw he was busy he decided to wait. He sat on a nearby chair away from Donnie as not to disturb him. It didn’t work as he planned.
“I’ll bite,” Donatello swiveled his chair to face Raphael who was currently bouncing his foot and repeatedly popping his finger joints. “What’s wrong?” He replaced the goggles on his nose with his glasses.
“It’s Leo.”
“Of course it is.” Donnie didn’t flinch at the glare he was given.
“He’s just so fucking high and mighty. Always telling me what I’m doing wrong but not helping! Just this morning he was grilling me on my form and he had that stupid smirk on his face, it just made me so-” he slams his fist on the work table, making the equipment shake.
“Okay, come with me.” Donatello made his way to the door. “You know, before you break something.”
Raphael huffed but followed his brother.
As soon as they entered the dojo Donatello went into a defensive position, fists up to protect his face.
“Come at me”
“What?”
“Come at me, throw some punches. You need to vent and I doubt fighting Leo is going to help.”
Raphael shrugged and got into a similar stance. The two of them slowly circled each other, looking for any opening or weakness. Always the offensive type Raphael was the first to go in for a strike. He let loose a flurry of quick jabs that Donatello was able to narrowly dodge.
Raphael may not have been the fastest out of his brothers but what he lacked in speed he made up for in strength. He changed it up and faked a jab while going for an ax kick.
The kick connected with Donnie’s side causing him to stumble at the unexpected attack. Raphael smirked at his presumed victory. He barely noticed his opponent catch himself with a hand on the floor and plant his foot as a pivot point then…
Raphael was on his back looking at the ceiling of the dojo. ‘Did he just sweep kick me?’
“You have to be patient.” Donatello was looking down at Raphael, the light above obscuring his features. “You kept attacking wildly and even though that kick was a surprise I used it against you.” Raph takes the hand extended out to him and gets up.
“You were too smug and let your guard down. In the end, it took one attack to beat you” Donatello moves a few feet away and gets back into his stance and smiles. “Let’s try again.”
Raphael smiles and prepares for another fight. Donatello occasionally gives tips and helps correct stances and strategy, his voice calm and not patronizing. They go a few rounds, all the while having friendly banter.
Sparring with his older brother, his problems thrown to the wayside. These were some of the most calming moments for Raphael.
Raphael grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and wiped the sweat from his face. He sat and took a moment to collect himself. It would look like the workout was what he was recovering from, but it was more than that.
‘This was all bullshit. Why did it have to happen to Donnie? He wasn’t the best fighter but he wasn’t stupid. What could have gone wrong? They had come home to find the lair a mess and Donnie… He was bleeding, his shell cracked like a-’
Raphael shut his eyes and clenched his fists as he was slumped over the chair. He wasn’t going to use that phrase, not after what they did.
It was two weeks after the incident. Gang activity had been increasing and Leo thought fighting crime was a good way to get out of the lair and distract them. It was a standard mission, get in the warehouse, kick some teeth in, and leave them there for the authorities.
It was supposed to be a standard mission until they showed up.
“Hey Rocksteady,” The warthog, known as Bebop, called out to his partner. “Look who we have here.”
Rocksteady, a hulking rhino, stepped out of the shadows with his partner at his side. The ground shook with each step he took. “Ah, turtles. Where’s your other brotha?” As the two of them laughed Raphael gripped his sais tightly.
“Maybe I should give ‘em the same treatment.” He takes out his sledgehammer from his back as he says this. “Cracked his shell like a fucking walnut. Easy too, little pussy didn’t even give us a good fight.”
That was when they realized who had taken their brother. They talked cruelly of him like it was nothing. That was enough for Raphael. He used all of his force in his attacks, he intended to do some serious harm to these two. He was so out of focus that he hardly gave any damage but received a lot.
Leonardo and Michelangelo came to his aid, getting the two mutants far enough from him so he could recover. As he was going in for another attack he felt two pairs of hands on his arms, pulling him back. His brothers continued to push and lead him away so he wouldn’t go back to the fight.
They were running away.
“ Bye bye, turtles. Go on, run!”
Raphael felt sick.
Raphael goes back to the punching bag. He imagined it was Rocksteady as he attacked it with punches and kicks. He took out all his aggression, his sadness, his rage out on it. He wished he could do this to the real thing. He was making plans to do just that. He was going to give them what was coming to them. His opponent began to change to someone else. Even if he had to do it alone.
As soon as they made it back into the sewers Raphael turned on his eldest brother.
“What the hell was that Leo?!”
“Raph keep it down! They could be around”
Raphael turned back the way they had come and bellowed down the sewer tunnel, arms wide in challenge. “Maybe I WANT THEM TO HEAR ME!” The sound echoed off the walls.
Leo placed a hand on his shoulder “Raph w-” His hand was shoved away and he was met with the heated gaze of his brother.
“They were talking shit about Donnie,” Raphael’s voice was level but the intense rage was still there. “Those bastards were laughing about how ‘easy’ it was. And you…” He paces, his hands twitching from the pure anger coursing through him. He turns back to Leonardo and points at him accusingly. “You always preach that Bushido honor crap but what do you do? You run! You run when some fuckers are degrading our brother.”
“What good would it do?” Leonardo gets chest to chest with Raphael. His voice low and authoritative. “Do you really think we could have taken them Raph? We’re not in the right mind, especially you. We’re all still grieving but we can’t let our emotions get the better of us. When you get angry like that you don’t think. You’re reckless.” Raphael shoves Leonardo away.
“I would have gladly fought them for Donnie. At least I’m not coward.”
Raphael kept up his assault as he imagined he was fighting Leo. “Who does he think he is?! Fearless leader my ass!” The thudding of punches echoed through the dojo walls. “Why did Master Splinter even make him leader? He’s so fucking smug and critical!” He imagined what it would be like having anyone else as a leader. Mikey was too easy going and easily distracted. He himself was too impulsive, he could agree to this sometimes.
The only other candidate would have been Donnie. He may have been annoying sometimes but that might be from hanging out with Mikey the most out of the brothers. Leo was too busy training while Raphael had little patience for the energetic turtle. Donnie was a saint in that department, sure he had his limits like everyone else but it took a lot to get him there. The patience of a leader and the wisdom. If any of them needed advice they either went to Master Splinter or Donatello. He had the traits of a leader but the best he could get was the right-hand man to Leonardo.
He deserved so much better than this. He deserved to live a long life. Get a girl and possibly have a family. These things were unlikely to happen but now he can’t even try. He’s gone because of some fucker thought it would be funny. He’s gone and he wasn’t coming back.
Raphael stopped, he was breathing heavily as he tried to calm his erratic heart. As his angry haze began to leave him he noticed a soft sound, like raw rice grains being poured into a bowl.
Sand was coming out of the rip his sais made in the punching bag, falling to the floor in a small pile at his feet. He sighs and takes the damaged equipment down and puts it in a corner with other punching bags in a similar condition. Raphael re-wraps his hands and sets up another punching bag.
Ready to start the process over again.
“Anger is the emotion we use to avoid more uncomfortable feelings: confusion, fear, sadness.”
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TMNT MICHELANGELO STORY: A Single Act of Kindness 2
As for the two resident debaters...
“—understandable he’d be upset Raph!”
“Yeah, upset he can’t rub it in our faces anymore!”
“Raph, okay, so he went a little overboard—“
“A little?! He practically married that trophy-“
“BECAUSE IT MEANT I WAS WORTH SOMETHING!”
That shout sent everyone into utter and complete silence. Raph and Leo ceased their yelling and Donnie jerked so fast it was a wonder he didn’t get whiplash. All three of them turning to the source of the shout, their youngest sibling, standing rigid and still, fists clenched and trembling.
“W-what?” Donnie found his voice first. “What the shell do you mean it meant you were “worth something?!” Donnie rarely raised his voice but it was raising now. Unconsciously. He approached and took his younger brother's arm in a vice-like grip. "What do you mean?!"
Mikey finally looked up at them. Much as he wanted to just pretend this conversation never happened, much as he wanted to take back that outburst, it was done. He knew his siblings well enough to know that with something like that out in the open, they would be like little leeches. No getting out of it so just own it.
“Exactly what I said. It meant I was worth something. That I could do something right.” He yanked away from Donnie’s grip and fired at him “You think I don’t know the complete zilch I contribute to this team? Think I don’t see what little good I’m worth compared with all you?!” Don’t cry, he scolded himself. Don’t get emotional, this never ends— “Hard NOT to see it!”
His mouth really needed to start listening to his brain. Why was he doing this? He was the funny one, he was the one that kept everyone else from falling into deep depression. His job was to keep them smiling, no matter what. So, why was he failing so horribly right now? Why did just looking at Donnie and Raph send horrible memories shooting up his spine? Why couldn't he let go of this? It was an award, a position but it was silly for him to connect so much importance to it. It was silly. It was--
“I’m not strong like Raph, I’m not calm-cool-collected Master Ninja like Leo and your smarts make me look like some kind of vegetable Donnie.” He paced, begging his heart to shut up or his mouth to go numb or something but it was like a wound had been cut open. It was bleeding profusely and didn’t look to be stopping. As much as he tried to tell himself that this was silly, that he as overreacting, that he shouldn't have attached so much importance to such a simple competition, his heart had other plans and right now, it was tired of keeping that pain inside and erupted outward with that inner spiritual ache he tried so hard to cover up. “Know what it’s like with three brothers with those kinds of skills hovering over you when you grow up?” Mikey didn’t wait for a response though judging by their dropped jaws, they would have been unable to give one anyway. “I lost count of how many times I got told “why can’t you be more like Leo or Donnie? Heck, few times I needed to show more “passion” like Raph does. So....yeah, the Battle Nexus is stupid. I KNOW that.” Lord did he know that. He had known it for a long time. “You think I don’t know that first time was pure chance? I’m not an idiot!”
Idiot...how many times had he heard that word? How many times had he been called that, directly or indirectly? Did he believe it? Maybe a bit, more than he liked to believe it but on this, he hadn’t been fooling anyone, least of all himself.
“You think I don’t know if Leo had been well I’d have gotten my tail kicked?” He stopped his rapid pacing and locked eyes with his brothers. Theirs were wide and nearly frightened but Mikey's reflected only repressed inner torment finally bubbling to the surface now that it had started coming out, it was like a punch that was thrown. The energy was being unleashed and until it was done, it would not stop. “Or that if Master Splinter hadn’t withdrawn?" A few tears threatened to spill down his face and his voice caught, "And I _KNOW_ if the stupid arena hadn’t been messed with, I woulda lost to Kluh before my courage kicked in. I’m not an idiot!!”
“Mikey.” Donnie finally found his voice and that soothing reassurance spilled out like water. “We know you’re not an idiot.”
“No...just a lazy poor ninja right?” He snapped in response. Why was he getting angry? He’d grown accustomed to this thought about himself so why was it bothering him now? “Just a loud annoyance that slows you down right?” He really needed to stop yelling. Why was he yelling? C'mon mouth, turn off, turn off!
“Mikey!” It was Raph that time and despite the gruff presence that was forever in his tone, there was concern there. Deep rooted concern echoed in his voice and his strong baritone wavered a bit. He had never seen his youngest brother like this. Not ever. Mikey had always been their little bubble of optimism, of joking and if anyone was going to make fun of him, the orange banded turtle usually was best at making fun of himself.
What was this tearful, broken-hearted doubt-filled creature that looked like his little brother?
"Mikey," Raph repeated "I mean...yeah, you can be annoying but that's a little brother's job, right? I mean, heck, even Donnie here gets on my nerves sometimes." He jerked his thumb towards the purple banded turtle and under any other circumstances, Donnie would have sent him a lethal glare but right now, he went along with it. "And ya ain't an idiot."
"No," Mikey fired back. "No, I'm just someone that can't be trusted to come up with any good plans so why ask right? I'm just the one that you just need to figure out the place to shove him so that I don't cause too much damage, right?"
Leo finally spoke out, "Michelangelo, how long have you been keeping this to yourself?" His tone was firm and stern but not unkind. If anything, he looked completely lost. It was a horrible look to see on his face and guilt tore through Mikey's heart. The looks on Raph and Donnie's faces had been hard to take but Leonardo's positively killed him. There was a deepness to his eldest brother's eyes that just sucked you in and there was a vulnerability there that he made it his job to keep at bay but now, Mikey felt he had failed at that.
Just like he failed at most things.
"Doesn't do you Dudes any good to listen to me whine about what can't be changed, does it?" He countered his brother's question without directly addressing the inquiry. "So, I've just gotten used to it." He shrugged "I know I'm not gonna ever match Donnie in smarts or Raph in strength or you, Leo in ninja-ing so I figure if I can keep you all from going all emo on me, then that's good enough." He pulled from Leo's look, remarking "Sometimes all of you fall into that depressive mode so it's my job to keep that from happening. You guys are no fun like that. So, if I can make you laugh and smile, good. And if I do that by being an emotional punching bag, fine." He folded his arms, "Like I said, I've gotten used to it."
Donnie countered "That's not okay, Mikey! I mean, I wouldn't tease you like that if I knew it bugged you but you--"
"You always insult yourself first!" Raph countered. "And now you're standing here and telling us that it bugs ya but that's okay? Make up your damn mind, Mikey!"
"Raph!" Leo snapped but Mikey responded first.
"I tol' ya that it's fine, Raph!" he spat. "I'm used to it! That's my lot I guess," He laughed but it wasn't his usual laugh. There was no humor to it and even when he laughed, tears fell down his face. "I'm never gonna be good enough to match any of you. Even Sensei thinks so..."
"Now you can stop right there!" Donnie snapped, stepping forward. "We don't think that and neither does Sensei--"
"Bull." Mikey snapped back like a serpent. "He does! You all do!"
Leo stepped forward again and took his sibling in a firm grip, "Michelangelo, I don't know where you got it in your head that there's something wrong with you because there's not. You won't match us because you're Michelangelo. Just like we won't match you because we AREN'T you!"
"Thank God for that, right?" He countered and pulled from the grip, stepping to the side "Look, can we just forget this? I got all mad over something stupid. The Battle Nexus is stupid and I shouldn't have said it wasn't..."
Raph reached forward and pulled his brother back, a bit roughly, clamping both hands on his shoulders and shaking him, though lightly "Oh, shell no. We ain't doing that shit." His tone betrayed his deep concern and despite the harshness of his words, there was deep worry in his eyes, "What is it about this title, this Battle Nexus thing that makes you think you're worth something? What is it that the stupid tournament does that all your other talents don't do, huh?" There was desperation in his eyes that his family routinely did not see. "And don't you fucking say you don't have other skills, Mikey! Who's the fastest of us? Who's the most agile? Who's the one who comes up with the most off-the-wall creative ideas, huh?"
"That you don't listen to." Mikey countered. "How many times have ANY of you taken anything I've said in battle seriously? One time? And with a whole lot of incredulous looks at that." He cocked a brow at his brother's surprised look. "Oh, look, Mikey can use big words too." Groaning openly, he griped, head drooped "Look, I dunno what brought this on but can we just forget it, please? You're right, I lost, big deal..."
Donnie walked over and lay a hand on his sibling's shoulder "Well, obviously, to you it's a major deal." He bit his lower lip "Mikey, you said it made you feel like you were worth something. I...you should have felt like that anyway. We need to address this and I know you know it." He eyed him gently "That's why you're shifting between being sad and angry. You do that when you're trying to hide what you think about something--jumping between emotions."
It was something that normally people would dismiss as simply Mikey being hyperactive but his siblings had grown up with him and while Mikey did usually have multiple emotions, if he shifted between polar opposite ones, such as anger and sadness, it meant he was trying to hide something. Donnie found himself looking over the past, the times when Mikey had been calling attention to his victory and...yes, he saw it now that he thought about it. It was subtle but the shift in his eyes should have been obvious. The emotional change. How had they missed that? How had HE missed it?
Raph added as he crossed his arms, "Ya think we don't know that about you now? When Mikey shifts between emotions faster than he flips through commericals, it's because he's trying to cover something damn important." His sharp eyes softened a bit, "Something he shouldn't be."
Cursing his brothers' ability to read him so well as well as the spinning wheels he practically saw in Donnie's eyes, Michelangelo snarled, "Look, I just don't see the point. I've kept this to myself for a long time and--"
"And that's why it's coming out now." Leonardo stated simply. "You suppress anything long enough and eventually it snaps."
Groaning out loud, Michelangelo struck out emotionally, "This is why I came up here! To work through these stupid emotions without drawing you guys into it. I'm being a whiny sore loser, that's all there is to it." He backed p and said "Case closed, book over. Can we please head back down now? We're done. This is done, okay?"
"It's not." Leonardo remarked simply. "You know it and now, so do we. Can you be frank with us, Michelangelo?" He addressed his brother with an elder brother tone as opposed to his "leader" inflection. "The title of Champion obviously carries more weight for you than we knew. You said it made you feel worth something and the way you're talking now...you're totally dismissing anything important you've done as not counting..." Leonardo knew they hadn't helped with their teasing but still, to hear his sibling dismiss all his skills as not being important because they hadn't been utilized...it was haunting.
"Disqualifying the positive." Donatello said softly. "Common thought distortion." He added "And the bragging..."
Raph in particular eyed their genius brother "Somethin' else we shoulda noticed?"
Mikey chimed in before Donnie could answer "Ya did. I'm annoying with that, remember? But it's gotta stop now because I don't have that title anymore and--"
"People with low self esteem will brag and draw attention to themselves because it's the only way they feel they get recognition." Donatello admitted softly, not allowing his youngest brother a chance to divert the topic. He locked eyes with his sibling "We do know we were proud of you for that, Mikey." He was feeling like a broken record but given how they had dismissed it before, it was vital he made it clear they were proud and always had been.
Michelangelo's eyes darkened.
"No you weren't." Mikey's voice broke. It finally broke. "You were surprised. You never thought I would be able to do it. It was dumb luck, emphasis on the dumb part." He shifted his tone and Raphael winced, clearly recognizing the slur he had thrown at Mikey several times. "I should have lost. You thought it, Raphael thought it, Leo thought it. Sensei thought it." He jerked away from Donnie, stepping backward "You made that real clear."
"hey!" Raph cut in, "I mean, yeah, it kinda took us by surprise but.."
"I'm supposed to be the goof off, right?" Michelangelo challenged. "The one that gets into trouble. The one that can't think his way out of a paper bag." He froze there, bit down his emotions though it really was for naught. They were flowing, free as water right now. "You know how much it hurts to hear that from your family?" He managed to get out "With you guys, I expect it. It's a brother-thing. But..." He shook his head and his vision went blurry with tears "Father told me that. Told me that thinking was a "whole new world for me." You know how much that stung?!" He caught surprise in Leonardo's eyes a moment but by now, he was on a roll "I thought when I won the Battle Nexus Tournament, it meant I'd finally get respect from Sensei. That he might finally see that I was just as good...that there was ONE THING I outdid you guys at!"
Everyone had gone quiet.
"I thought if I got Sensei's respect that I might get you guys'." He was nearly sobbing now as much as he fought it. "I didn't though. It didn't change anything. So...I guess, the bragging was...I dunno. I guess I wanted to hear the praise from...someone." He bit his lower lip and dropped his head. "I wanted...needed to hear it. To hear I'd done somethin' right. That I was...capable of something. That's what that title means, okay? It means that I have something to offer, that I'm...that I have worth. I...I know it's a lie. I know that all the circumstances in the world went right for me not once but twice." Shuddering openly, he wanted to disappear, just fade into the earth. "I shoulda lost the second match, the rematch. By all the stupid rules, I should of lost but I didn't. So I _know_ it's a lie. It's a big fat, lie. But...it lets me pretend. I just wanna pretend to be worth something..." He clutched his fists tightly "It let me pretend..."
#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2003 series#2003 mikey deserved better#mikey puts everyone else first#mikey is the best fighter#Mikey is deeper than he appears#low self esteem#Mikey just wants to be loved#I love Big Brother Leo
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