So cute!!😍😍
What would be the moment where the boys realize they actually LOVE their crush? Like would it be something little or just a random thing that makes them realize just how deep their feelings are?
Leo:
A single candle flickering in the dark room. And yet they are the only source of warmth he cares about. They’re lying beside him, bathed in the dim candlelight, lashes fluttering in their sleep, and even without looking at him he’s still trapped with the thoughts of their eyes opening and imprisoning him, making him a willing captor. He wants to give himself fully to them, to devote his entire being to those eyes, to that face, to this person who, by some miracle, sees his flaws as things of beauty. And he finds himself hoping for it, longing for the moment their gazes meet again and he feels helpless and powerful all at the same time. He realizes he never wants to be without that feeling. He’s trapped, and he loves it.
Donnie:
Their hands make their way up his sides, leaving tiny pulses of energy in their wake, and that touch alone makes his concentration completely evaporate. He turns and sees their smile, gentle and welcoming, and suddenly his coding program seems like a bunch of mumbo jumbo while they bring their lips to his temple, his cheek, his jawline. His world completely around this secure center that is them, and he knows that without their luring him to bed he’d have said up through the night. And God is he grateful for them, his last shred of common sense, of relaxation. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for the one thing that wipes his mind clean - them. With a grin, he rises and turns to them, returning their teasing touches and kissing their lips, feeling the worry slip away, and the bond strengthen that much more as he carries them to bed.
Raph:
He wants to be alone. He told everyone that just before he slammed his bedroom door and took to attempting to punch holes through the concrete wall. He’s about to yell at the intruder as they open the door, but then there they are. And all they do is open their arms, and he’s holding them, clutching at them desperately, laying them on his bed and burying his anger in flurried kisses. Their lips are the most powerful painkiller as they kiss his raw knuckles, their body his sanctuary, their skin emanating love and only love as he presses himself against them. He surrenders fully, handing over his hardship and marveling at how they take it and mold it into a passion that courses through them both. He loves their acceptance, their ability to wash away their pain, and knows that without them this world would be a lot more painful.
Mikey:
Their smile is twinkling, a row of white teeth peeking through a perfect pair of soft pink lips while they press another strawberry to his lips. Sweetness floods his mouth, and he coos out a sound of satisfaction, earning another sheepish giggle from them. He reaches forward and kisses them, his new flavor intermingling with the taste of theirs, that even without fruit bursts with only the sweetest flavors. They laugh as they pull away, pressing their face into his neck and letting their humor-tinged breath breeze across his skin. He’d do anything to hear that laugh, be anything for them to smile around him. With a grin he paints a line of strawberry juice across their cheek, and they erupt into laughter again.
It's 5:22 am and I'm sick as hell and can't sleep so I'm just sitting here thinking about the turtles.
I can totally imagine one of those rare days in the lair where everyone is doing their own thing quietly; Leo's reading at the table, Donnie's doing something at his mass of computers, Raph is bench pressing, and Splinter is somewhere meditating. Everything is peaceful until the clock changes from 4:19 and suddenly Mikey runs in wearing a backwards baseball cap and a giant pair of rainbow glasses screaming, "420 BITCHES BLAZE IT!" and just pulls out an airhorn and runs around in circles while his older brothers glare at him and Splinter facepalms in the other room.
DWAGONS
I MEAN…
Who
Doesnt
like dragons?
They can be loyal
or they can be firce
How can you not love dragons?
They are like huge cats
Its so cute!!
So let's say after spending a week or two with turtle bae for mating season, reader finds out they did actually get her pregnant. What's the bros reactions? :3 Thank you!
Oh ho ho… Oh boy.
“You’re… what?”
Leo is wheezing, knees buckling and he needs to lean onto the wall for support. Oh, oh god.
After a few days to let the idea settle in, he totally accepts it. He’s super excited, however, he demands you stay down in the sewer until the child is born. No if’s, and’s or but’s. He doesn’t want someone stealing you and the baby away, and gets very over protective of you.
“No sh*t.”
He isn’t shocked whatsoever, but he seems sorta… blank about it. Like yeah, whatever, you’re pregnant. He’d shrug his shoulders. He didn’t believe it would last. He was a mutant after all, it’s not like- Wait, Donnie said the baby is going to make it?
HOLY CRAP WOW HIS WORLD IS AMAZING??? HE HAS A QUEEN AND A SOON TO BE PRINCESS OR A KNIGHT- or BOTH?! YES THIS IS AMAZING.
“Honey, no, that… that test is wrong. You can’t… No. No.” He makes you take at least 100 pregnancy tests. All of them, every single one, comes up positive.
“Lies!” He can’t believe it. How? HOW?! He’ll research every type of possible pregnancy test there ever was, and you passed each one.
“I’m… I’m going to… be a dad?”
Completely shocked.
“You’re… We’re… We did it?”
First try too, woah. He’s so mind blown about the idea of kids, but he gets one of his own? That night is full of passion and sweet touches, talking about your future and telling everyone the news.
I like that they tryna change things but it's too much.
I am trying so hard to like it.
I am trying to like the new turtles.
Like trying.
But I’m just like…
Catch me out here with happy tears 😭💗
ahem ahem, todoroki shouto has a notebook full of letters to you. he never sends them to you, but they’re love letters. one for every single day of your relationship and he gifts it to you the night of your wedding because on god he is a romantic without even knowing it 🥺
STOPPP I’m going to cry this sounds exactly like something he would do and you KNOW those letters are going to be so sappy and so full of love that it would seem false coming from anyone else but every word is completely honest and he’s not exaggerating how he feels in the slightest. The ones from early in the relationship are going to be so sweet especially the one where he says “I think I’m really falling in love with you” mmmmm yeah you’re going to be spending you’re wedding night crying hysterically over how thoughtful he is which will confuse him because all he’s doing is telling you how he feels
Have you ever heard of the snack that smiles back?
M O M C O M E G E T M E I M S C A R E D
Mikey: It’s dark! I’m scared!
Leo: Don’t worry, I’ll protect you! [stomps foot and sketchers light up]
TMNT
Mikey x Reader
So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)
Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.
Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.
They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.
You really needed that today.
It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.
She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.
You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”
Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.
You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!
“I’m a stupid fat whore…”
The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.
When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.
The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.
You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.
Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…
The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.
The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.
He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...
You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.
Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.
“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”
“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.
Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.
You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”
All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.
“Did she do it on purpose?”
“Did you tell a teacher?”
“Did ya knock ‘er out?”
“Did it get in your eyes?”
“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”
Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”
“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”
Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.
As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”
You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.
The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.
As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.
(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!
Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.
You’ll never be anybody special.
Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.
Take a hike bitch.
What guy would want you?
Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?
Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?
No.
No one would.
A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.
You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.
A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.
“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”
Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.
BOOM!
The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.
Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.
“(Y/N).”
You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.
It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.
In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.
“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”
His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.
“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.
“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”
As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.
And finally, you were at peace, you were home.
You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”
These are spot on 👌👌👏👏
For the purpose of fluff I was wondering what the turtles and s/s's song would be. Like every time it comes on they smile and go, "hey babe it's our song!" Thank you 😘
EZ-PZ.
Mikey: Young Dumb And Broke by Khalid ( Will ALWAYS make you dance with him when it comes on )
Raph: Cherry Pie by Warrant ( he loves the blush you give )
Leo: Naturally by Selena Gomez ( he’ll never tell you, but it reminds him lowkey )
Donnie: You Are My Sunshine by Johnny Cash ( lowkey kinda sad but he can’t help but hum the tone while y’all are cuddlin’ )
/23/ Adult content. I'm a big tmnt fan but my soft spots are for Donnie and Leo 💙 💜 I love to write but my phone sucks so sorry if it takes forever to upload.
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