There are individuals on YT who are reading fanfic stories into video format and posting them to their YT channels without crediting the original authors.
There are several but the one I found, and addressed myself, is a channel that goes by Luna Moon.
If you write fanfics and want proper credit for your work (that they are probably making money off of over on YT), go request to be credited or have the videos taken down.
Here is the conversation with "Luna Moon":
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Summary: After a messy breakup, your ex isn’t over you. But when he starts acting weird, Leo will stop at nothing to make sure you get home safe.
Note: Hey besties, so this is actually something I’m experiencing right now. It is…not fun, to say the least. And when this happened initially, I just kept thinking [fictional character] wouldn’t treat me this way. If your ex (or anyone, really) starts acting creepy, don’t hesitate to get help before it gets worse. I’m so lucky to have people in my life looking out for me to make sure I’m alright.
Also, the reader is a film major in this (again, sorry I’m a film major I can’t help it lol) and this is very loosely connected to the Raph college au I wrote a while back. Basically, the turtles took Chief Vincent’s deal and are now attending a human college.
It was a seemingly normal day in your film class. Today was an equipment day, which meant your class was setting everything up to see how it worked and get comfortable with the equipment. They were always pretty fun, chill days, and today, you were determined to learn to set up the sound stuff.
“Leonardo, you’re assistant directing today, alright? Run the show, make sure everything gets set up on time.” Your professor instructed.
“On it.” Leo nodded. He was sitting a few rows behind you. He was one of four giant mutant turtles that went to your college. At first, it had been kind of a shock that they even existed at all, but you’d talked to him a bit, as well as his brother, Mikey, who had considered being a film major briefly before switching to being an art student, focusing on painting. You thought it was kind of ironic, given that his namesake painted the Sistine Chapel, but from what you’d seen, his art was really solid.
“Production Designers…get the set designed and then help out some of the others, alright? We’re going for a diner look. Do with that what you will.”
You looked at the other Production Designer in the class, a girl named Jenny, and you both nodded. Well, there was another Production Designer, but you weren’t exactly on speaking terms with him. To make a long story short, he was your ex-boyfriend and he was toxic as hell. You’d broken up about a month before, but he was still furious about it, which made any time you had to interact with him awful and terribly awkward. Luckily, he pretty much stayed out of your way.
Once you all had your orders, you all split and went in your different directions. You and Jenny walked over to the portion of the classroom that served as your fake set. Behind the fake wall, there was various props and furniture, so the two of you dragged a pair of booths and a table onto the set before setting the table with some plates, glasses, and fake food. Of course, your ex, Coleman, did nothing, as usual. Just stood off in the corner, staring at you.
“He gives me the creeps.” Jenny said under her breath. “He really just needs to get over it.”
“Tell me about it.” You said, chuckling and shaking your head. You looked over the finished set. It was simple, sure, but you didn’t have a lot to work with, nor did you have that much to do. Meanwhile, everyone else was getting the other equipment, which usually took longer, set up.
“Do we have anyone on sound?” You heard your professor ask Leo, who looked around the room, his eyes settling in your general direction.
“Production Design, you guys done?” Leo asked.
You gave a thumbs-up. “All set over here.”
He jabbed a giant green thumb behind him at the sound cases. “Wanna work sound?”
“Yeah absolutely.” You nodded, eager to get some hands-on experience, given that you barely knew what you were doing when it came to the technical aspect of your major. You much preferred the artsy side of things, like writing and production design.
When Coleman saw Leo interacting with you and Jenny, he walked over. You and Jenny started taking the sound equipment out to put together and Coleman just…hovered behind you awkwardly, watching. Brooding with this awful, seeping negativity.
“I, uh, think we only need two people on sound.” Leo interjected politely, looking at Coleman. “One for the recorder and one for the boom. Could you go downstairs to check out an AC kit? It looks like they forgot to send it up with the rest of the stuff.”
Coleman grunted softly and then nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He said, storming out of the classroom to go get it.
You looked up at Leo, grateful, and mouthed, “Thank you.”
He nodded, genuine. He didn’t know exactly what had happened between the two of you, but he could tell it was probably best to keep you and Coleman apart, even if it meant sending him on meaningless tasks to get him out of the room.
By the time Coleman got back, you already had the sound equipment set up and you were holding the boom pole. You walked over towards the set where, slowly, everything was coming together. Two of your classmates started pushing the monitor, a giant flatscreen TV, over towards the set. Leo stepped in and used that enhanced strength of his to give them a boost and get things moving, and you had to admit, watching him…it was kinda hot. He was kinda hot.
The actors got in their places and you hoisted the boom pole onto your shoulders, positioning it just so while Jenny checked the levels on the recorder on her hip. And yet, Coleman still found a way to creep on you, peeking around the monitor with the intent purpose of staring straight at you. You caught him in your peripheral, but ignored him, doing your job like you were supposed to.
“You good?” You jolted at the sudden noise behind the curtain at the edge of the room, just outside of the set. You looked up to find Leo there. How he’d snuck behind there so silently, you weren’t sure, and then you remembered that although he was well over six feet tall and muscular, he was also a ninja. He was accustomed to moving in the shadows.
“Yeah, I’m good.” You whispered, nodding. “He keeps staring at me…”
“I saw. Do you want me to talk to professor?”
You thought about it for a moment, but shook your head. “I think I’m okay. Thank you so much, Leo.”
“Yeah, of course. Let me know if that changes, alright?” There was concern in his blue, blue eyes, and for a moment, you remembered just what he’d been through, how many women he’d saved from muggers on the street. And the way he looked at you…he was afraid you’d end up in a similar situation.
So were you, if you were honest.
“I will.”
***
Once you were done with the scene, and finished with class for the day, you packed up your stuff and started walking out of the room. You caught Coleman out of the corner of your eye, all packed up but not leaving yet, but you didn’t think anything of it. You always went that way. You always walked alone. It was afternoon when your class got out, so you were confident nothing would happen to you in broad daylight.
You were about halfway down the stairs when Coleman caught up to you.
“Hey, could we talk for like thirty seconds?” He asked, his voice tense, edging on anger. Something seized in you at the sound of his voice.
“About what?”
“I saw your passive aggressive tweet. The one about getting so much done on your Thursday nights now. I get it, alright? We’re broken up and we don’t have our little movie nights anymore. I hope you’re fucking happy.”
Your heart raced. “Wha—"
“And I hope you can get your money back for that stupid concert ticket. Or better yet, burn it. I didn’t want to go with you anyway, you stupid—”
“HEY!” Leo walked down the stairs. “Leave (Y/N) alone, Coleman.”
Coleman looked up, up, up at the turtle standing in front of him, stopped in his tracks for a moment. He faltered before muttering a “yeah, whatever,” and walking out the front doors of the building.
You took a deep breath, letting it roll out of you slowly before looking up at your hero. “Thank you, Leo. I…I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t show up.”
“Anytime. What’s his deal?”
“He’s an asshole. I was his first [partner]. He’s obsessed with me now and…and I guess he has to take the breakup out on me because he can’t take it out on himself.” You shuddered. “It’s kind of the worst.”
“Sounds like it. Well, where are you headed? Do you want someone to walk with you?”
“Please.” You nodded, eager to spend some time not alone just in case Coleman decided to try anything. “I was actually just headed to the Eastman building to get a chai.”
“Oh perfect. My brothers and I actually have lunch there between classes, if you want to sit with us until you calm down.”
“That would be awesome. Thank you, Leo.”
He smiled. “Yeah, of course.”
With Leo by your side, the walk to the Eastman building wasn’t as tense or scary as it would have been if you had gone alone, constantly worried Coleman would be around any corner you turned. Instead, you had a nice walk over, chatting about your other classes.
While you ordered your drink, Leo waited with you, and then he escorted you into the dining hall, easily finding where his other brothers were sitting.
“Guys, this is (Y/N). They’re going to be sitting with us today, if that’s alright.”
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Mikey greeted, excited. “How have you been? It’s been a while.”
“I’m doing good, dude. I miss you in film class. How’s the art thing going?”
“Aww, I miss you too, dude! It’s been going pretty good! Some of my profs are super chill, but some are like…really uptight. Like it’s art! It’s supposed to be creative.”
“You know, Mikey, sometimes with disciplines like painting, it’s important to learn the rules before you’re allowed to break them.” The brother in purple pointed out. “I’m Donatello, by the way. This is Raph.”
“Nice to meet ya.”
Leo looked awkwardly between you and his brothers. “Will you be alright here if I go grab some lunch real quick?”
“I’ll be fine, Leo. Thank you.” You told him, giving him a nod of your blessing before he went on his way to grab his lunch.
“What’s that about?” Mikey asked, a little concerned. He knew his brother and he knew the look he gave you. “Did something happen?”
“Yeah, my…ex followed me after class and harassed me over some tweet. It wasn’t even about him, it was just about how I finished my thesis last Thursday. He’s just…really toxic and bitter about the breakup.”
“Congratulations on the thesis! Sucks about your ex, though.” Mikey said, giving a look of understanding.
“Thank you.”
“Want me to teach him a lesson?” Raph asked, raising an eyebrow.
You laughed. “If he pulls something like that again? Be my guest.”
“You know, if he does continue this behavior…you might be able to get a restraining order against him.” Donatello advised, pushing up his glasses. “I would also email your professor and let him know what happened.”
“I was planning on it, yeah. But I’ll definitely look into the restraining order thing. Thank you.”
Leo came back at record speed, settling into the empty seat beside you. You sipped on your chai and chatted with the boys for a while before they all had to split off to go to their next classes. You were done for the day, so you had to take the bus back.
“I’ll walk you to the bus.” Leo offered.
“But your class—”
“I’m sure Professor Laird will understand if I’m a few minutes late.” Leo shrugged.
“Thank you, Leo. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course.” He nodded. “I just…I want to make sure you’re safe.”
Luckily, the bus stop was just outside the building, and you didn’t have to wait long for your bus to pull in. Without thinking twice about it, you hugged Leo and, after a moment of hesitation, he hugged you back. You felt so safe in his arms, even after what had happened earlier.
“Let me know when you get home safe, alright?” Leo said, his voice soft and genuine. “And lock your door.”
Hey, y’all. Because I guess I need to say this despite the other rules we have in place and the fact that this is a SFW only blog, we ALSO do not write death or gore. The rules have been updated due to the ask from the previous anon......
Okay, so this is not to target anyone specifically. It happens.......a lot. Like literally so much and I’m sick of it.
This blog always has been and always will be SFW only. We don’t write smut. We never HAVE written smut. We never will write smut. Please, for the love of God, stop sending us smut requests.
I, Admin Mo, am asexual, and am, for the most part, sex-repulsed. You cannot imagine how uncomfortable it makes me to check the notifications for this blog and find someone in the inbox requesting smut for the thousandth time this month.
Honestly, this is part of the reason I’ve been so inactive lately. I run another blog that is SFW only as well, and while I get the occasional request for smut, which I always decline, I get nowhere near the volume of smut requests that I do here.
I just...read the rules before you request from someone. That should always be the bottom line. Fanfic writers write for free, the VERY least you can do is make sure you adhere to their guidelines. It’s not hard to do.
Even on mobile (which I use most of the time) it’s easy to see that it says “SFW Only” in our header.
So yeah. If you send in a request and ask for smut, it won’t be written. Period. I won’t write the rest of the fic excluding the smut. If you don’t follow the rules, you don’t get a fic. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is.
I literally love your writing so much and I wanted to tell you how amazing I think you are. Also could you do a bay Donnie/Reader where he asks her to marry him. Much love.
In the IDW continuity, After the Bomb is a musical band of mutants who performs in Mutant Town
Hi, okay, this is the third ask of this kind you’ve sent to this blog and I’m really not trying to be mean, but I have no idea who these characters are, nor how old they are.
For the third time, I recommend you check out Google and see if their ages are on the wiki or something. I really have no clue.
Please, stop sending us messages like this. I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to help you, considering we are a fanfiction blog for the Bayverse turtles. If you had questions about THEM I might be able to help, but I don’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of every character that has ever been in a TMNT franchise.
Again, I’m sorry I can’t be of any help, but we really shouldn’t have to be your source for this information.
How old were Basque, Frida Kusama and Jackson? the four characters of Teenage Mecha Ninja Turtles
I really have no idea. I’m definitely not the best source for this information, being a fanfiction blog for only the Bayverse turtles. Maybe check a wiki or Reddit? I’m sorry but I really don’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of things like that. -Mo
tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?
…until you read the fine print.
The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.
i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:
SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle:
The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.
so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.
this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole.
please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.
I know a lot of writeblrs will be affected by the post editor, so if you have the option to participate in the Beta, please reach out to the support team and give your feedback!
If you click on the question mark besides the [BETA] and the “Let us know” it’ll take you straight to the feedback form.
It’s really easy!
They’re actively looking for feedback and opinions, so if enough of us talk about how it’s not working, maybe we can get them to change it!
I definitely understand your cynicism, but I feel like flooding them with our feedback might have a better chance than complaining about it in our posts!
XKit is amazing and is an absolute godsend, but not everyone uses it. People are going to be limited by the new updates regardless of whatever fix XKit can provide and this hurts the creators on the platform.
The staff won’t know that it’s a problem if we only complain about it on our blogs. But maybe, just maybe, they’ll realize that it’s a problem if a ton of people give them feedback using the official form saying that it’s not working for them.
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take the small chance over a 0 chance.
I’ve reported a couple things I didn’t like about the Beta and I did get some sort of personalized-ish response from the staff.
I don’t know if they’re listening, but it’s a lot harder to ignore people screaming in your ear compared to people complaining about it under their breaths.
If any part of this beta upsets you, don’t get complacent.
Send your feedback to Tumblr through the Help Center. Tell them why you’re unhappy. It’s not too late.
Please please please use the feedback form! I know it is ‘work’ but if they really do make these changes permanent there is no chance I will keep posting my writing on here.
If you are shy or do not know what to say, I have copied you the text that I put in the feedback form. Please feel free to copy it or adapt it to your needs!
German Version:
Auch wenn der neue Post-Editor gut aussieht, finde ich die Limits (nur 250 Blocks per Post und ca. 4000 Zeichen pro Block) nicht nutzerfreundlich. Ich nutze Tumblr primär um meine Geschichten und Schreibereien zu teilen und diese Bedingung würden nicht nur mich, sondern auch viele andere, darin einschränken. Den Ansatz finde ich ok, aber wenn es tatsächlich umgesetzt werden soll, sollten diese Beschränkungen aufgehoben werden, um eine weitere Nutzung der Plattform zu ermöglichen.
English Version (roughly translated):
Although the new post editor looks nice, the implemented limits (only 250 blocks and roughly 4000 characters per block) are not user friendly. I use tumblr primarily to share my writings and these limits would not only hinder myself but many others in doing that. The starting idea is fine, however these limits would need to be lifted, should the editor go permanent, in order to enable a continued use of this platform.
Summary: When Mikey needs another actor for his film project, Raph gets roped into it. He didn’t, however, expect for his costar to be so cool.
Note: There are not NEARLY enough college au fics for the bayverse boys, so have this as my first contribution. <3
Warnings: Swears, mentions of drinking, plenty of fluff
Word Count: 3.9k
“Raph, PLEEEEEAAAASE!!!” Mikey folded his hands together, pleading. “We need actors for our project and our group members can’t be in it.”
Mikey, as part of his endeavor to explore every creative program at the university the turtles were currently attending, was taking a filmmaking class. And, as a part of that class, he and his fellow classmates were required to make short projects in order to learn the basics of filmmaking, from writing to directing to using the equipment to editing. As an added bonus because his professor was so especially cruel, none of the people in his group could appear in his project, and while they had managed to recruit some of their classmates to fill in the smaller roles, one of the main roles was still unclaimed.
Raph scoffed. “Mikey, you know I can’t act for shit.”
“You don’t have to actually be good at it!” He pleaded. “You should see some of the other projects. No one in the program is good at acting.”
Raph was quiet for a second, his large arms crossed in front of him, thinking. “How long is it gonna take?”
“Few hours.” Mikey shrugged. He raised an eyebrow. “And your costar is really, really hot.”
Raph sighed, disgruntled. “When?”
“YES! DUDE THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU WON’T REGRET IT!” Mikey ran and returned with a script and a schedule, shoving it into his older brother’s hands. “We film tomorrow!”
Raph’s eyes widened. “TOMORROW?!”
***
Raph went with Mikey to where the rest of his group was meeting to film their project. He hadn’t really had time to look at the script and Mikey assured him that they’d be filming in small enough chunks that he wouldn’t need to have very much memorized at a time. He also didn’t really know what kind of movie it was and he didn’t care; he just couldn’t wait until it was over.
A few minutes after they arrived, so did his costar. And god, he couldn’t stop staring. Mikey was right. God, why was Mikey always right?
“I am so sorry I’m late. The bus almost hit a pedestrian and it was a whole thing.” You apologized.
“Don’t worry about it!” Mikey waved off your concern. “This is my brother, Raph.”
“Nice to meet you, Raph. I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, a warm smile on your face.
Raph didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on him, but instead of the looks disdain he usually got, instead it seemed to be curiosity. Awe, even? Weird, he decided, but not unwelcome.
It was a long, awkward moment before he realized he’d better respond. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you too.”
“Um, you guys can get to know each other a little better. We’ve gotta get the equipment set up.” Mikey said, leaving the two of you on your own.
The filming location was a place you were very familiar with: the library. Particularly, in front of the cozy little coffee shop in the library.
“I didn’t really, uh, look at the script, but I’m guessing they needed a monster for a horror movie or something…” Raph flipped through the pages, skimming.
“It’s a rom com.” You corrected quietly. “I’m the main character. You’re the love interest.”
If Raph could physically blush, he was sure his cheeks would rival the color of his mask. “…Oh.”
“Is that alright?” You asked.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I just…” He chuckled to himself. “I ain’t ever acted in anything before, let alone anything romantic.”
“It’s not too much, I don’t think.” You reassured him. “I’m pretty sure the most they’ll have us do is awkwardly brush hands. It’s a coffee shop meet-cute.”
“Gotcha.” And while he was relieved, he was also a little…disappointed? Huh. Weird. “So, uh, what’s yer major?”
“I’m a film major. I’m in Mikey’s class and they needed actors, so I’m paying it forward in case I need someone in my project. What’s yours?”
“I’m undecided. Just, uh, taking some time to figure things out, you know. I never really had any…school experience before this.”
“That’s a lot to adjust to.”
“Yeah, it is. I’m getting used to it, though.”
“That’s good! If you need any help with anything, let me know. I’ve picked up a bunch of good tips and tricks.”
He chuckled. “I will, thanks.”
“Do you have snapchat?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“One second.” You fished your phone out of your bag and unlocked it, opening the app to your snapcode, which he scanned and added you. “There you go.”
“Thanks.”
“Of course.”
Raph took some more time reading over the script to get the gist of the scene and you were right. Indeed, it was a rom com. Not his preferred genre, by any means, but maybe he’d warm up to it a bit over the course of the day.
“Hey (Y/N)?” Mikey called from over where they had the camera set up on the tripod. “Do you know how to white-balance this thing? Everything is orange for some reason. Which is a great color, but I’m sure Smith will dock us points for it.”
“Oh, I’ve got you.” You nodded. You looked up at Raph, your purse in hand. “Will you hold this for a second?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He nodded, holding out a giant three-fingered hand to take the bag from you. He watched you walk over to where the rest of the group was standing, crowded around the camera. You worked your magic, shuffling through the menu and helping adjust the camera correctly. Raph couldn’t stop staring. You looked so focused. So passionate. He could tell you really liked film and everything it entailed and he wished he could just find something he cared about as much as you cared about your major.
“Awesome.” He heard Mikey say, his eyes fixed on the camera’s screen. “Thanks!”
“Of course!” You walked back over to where Raph was and he handed you your bag back. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey walked over to the two of you.
“You guys ready? I think we’re good to start now.”
“All set.” You confirmed, giving him a thumbs-up, and Raph nodded.
***
Raph might have to reconsider his stance on this acting thing. Did he think he was all that good at it? No. But so long as he had you as a costar, he’d act willingly in any project Mikey (or you) needed him for. And at the end of the shoot, he ended up having a really good time. So much so that when you guys were all done, he was…sad. Like, really sad about it.
You parted ways. You weren’t in any of his classes, so Raph wasn’t really sure if he’d see you around that much. And he didn’t see you around…until a few weeks later.
He was at the library studying with his brothers at their favorite table when suddenly, his phone buzzed, a message from snapchat coming in. He looked at the notification, doing a double-take when he read your name there. And when he reached to answer it, he moved too fast and knocked his shell-shaped cell phone off of the table.
Shit.
He bent down to pick it up and when he opened the snapchat, he was surprised to see…the back of his shell? It was captioned: “I spy with my little eye…Something red and green 😉”
Immediately, he whipped around, and sure enough, nestled in a table by the windows was you, looking at him over the top of your laptop screen. You giggled when he spotted you, waving.
Raph nudged Mikey, who was sitting across from him and Mikey traced Raph’s eyeline to where you were, his face immediately lighting up.
“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Mikey waved. “You wanna sit with us?”
“Is that alright?”
“Hell yeah!” Mikey motioned you over. “The more the merrier! We can pull up a chair over here on the end.”
So, you gathered your stuff while the guys rearranged some things, putting you on the end of the table, right between Mikey and Raph. When you got over there, you noticed they were sitting with the other two giant mutated turtles on campus, who you had heard of, but hadn’t met yet.
“(Y/N), these are our brothers. Leo’s over there in the blue, our fearless leader. And this is Donatello, the one we go to for homework help.”
“Not tonight you aren’t. This paper is due at midnight and it is…” Donnie glanced down at the clock on his laptop and as soon as he did, he started typing impossibly faster. “Eleven thirty-seven. Do not look at me or breathe in my direction.”
“Noted.” Mikey nodded, a trace of fear in his eyes.
“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). You’re in one of Mikey’s classes, right?”
“Yep! I’m in his film class.” You smiled, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “I got the pleasure of costarring with this one.” You nudged Raph lightly, causing him to smile the most genuine smile Mikey had ever seen on his older brother’s face.
Huh. Mikey took note, something devious stirring in the back of his mind. Interesting…
“What did you get on that, by the way?” You asked.
“We got an A! Well, Minus. But you know how Smith is.”
“Dude that’s awesome!” You bumped your fist against his. “Good job. I’m pretty sure my group got a B, but we’re not mad about it. C’s get degrees, as they say.”
“Cheers to that.” Leo chuckled.
“What are you working on today, Raph?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that sent his heart racing in a way he could not explain.
“I have a paper for my Writing 150 class.”
“Oof that sucks. Who do you have?”
“Trainor.”
“Ouch. She hated me.” You grimaced, shaking your head. “She found out I was bi and it was all over for me.”
“Did you report her? I’m pretty sure you can report her for that sort of thing.” Raph asked, trying not to get heated over it. He was pretty sure she didn’t like him very much either, but it was probably due to the fact that he was a giant green turtle. “That’s bullshit.”
“I’m in the process of that right now.” You nodded. “She’s a bitch. I don’t know if they’ll actually do anything about it though.”
“Keep me posted. I might file something too if she doesn’t stop glaring at me during class.” Raph grumbled. “It’s annoying.”
“That would be annoying. Her beady little eyes glaring at you for two agonizing hours of ‘This is how to correctly use a comma’.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. It is.”
You glanced at your phone, which buzzed with a text from one of your roommates. “Oh! Uh, do you guys have any plans this weekend?”
“Nope. Why?” Mikey asked, curiosity seeping into his voice.
“My roommate is throwing a party, if you guys wanna come. It’ll be pretty chill. Drinks, pizza, some music.”
“Oh hell yes.” Mikey nodded. He looked at Leo. “Leo, can we?”
“I don’t see why not.” Leo shrugged. “Sounds like a good time.”
“Is there a dress code?” Mikey asked. Now that he was finally allowed to socialize, he didn’t want to fuck it up.
“Nope. Just casual. Come as you are.”
“Do you need us to bring anything?”
“If you guys have a drink of choice, bring that, I guess, but otherwise, my roommate’s boyfriend works at a pizza place, so we get a pretty good discount and we have literally so much wine.”
“That’s amazing.” Mikey nodded, making a mental note to look into jobs at a pizza place later.
“We’ll bring a veggie tray.” Donnie said, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop until finally, he stopped. “I finished, by the way.”
“Good job, dude!” Mikey gave him a thumbs up. “You wanna write mine next?”
“Ha.” Donnie stared at him. “Funny.”
“What’s your paper on, Raph? Maybe I can help.”
Raph turned his laptop towards you. “We have to write it about like growing up. You can, uh, read it if you want. I don’t mind. I’m kinda stuck right now anyway.”
“Okay.” You agreed, switching his laptop for yours. You winked. “Trade ya.”
“What are you writing about?” He asked, scrolling to the top of your document.
“Women in Film.” You shot finger guns at him. “I’m about to make some Film Bois REALLLL mad.”
“Roast ‘em, (Y/N).” Mikey laughed, knowing all too well exactly which film boys you were talking about. He was not a fan.
“That’s the plan.” You chuckled and then started reading over Raph’s paper. You had known before meeting them that they hadn’t exactly had the best childhood, but…wow was it eye-opening reading the experience from his eyes. “Holy shit.”
“That bad?” He joked, trying to read your expression.
“No, it’s…Raph, this is really good, but wow. You guys went through a lot, huh?”
“Yeah…” He shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad, but it sure wasn’t normal by any means.”
“Mmm…” You nodded, looking up at him. “I mean, normal is kinda overrated.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad ya think so. Not many people do.”
You shrugged, smiling softly. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not like many people.”
***
“(Y/N), this place is as clean as it’s gonna get. It’s a party. It’ll be messed up in,” your roommate, Haley, glanced down at her watch, “like twenty minutes.”
“I know, I just…I’m nervous. These guys are basically superheroes. I want to make a good impression.”
“Fair point.”
You swept the kitchen floor and got out the cutest paper plates you had in the cupboard as well as some solo cups and plastic wine glasses. If you could avoid broken glass today, that was probably the move.
The doorbell buzzed and your heart raced, but it was just your other roommate’s boyfriend with the pizza.
“Is Darcy here?” He asked.
“She’s upstairs getting ready, you explained, helping him get the pizza and breadsticks and everything set up on the counter. He’d also brought a few two-liters of Pepsi, which was good. You put it next to the giant jug of fruit punch you’d bought at the grocery store. It was important to make sure your non-drinking friends had something to drink, too.
A few minutes after, guests started arriving. Darcy came downstairs and started up her iconic party playlist. Your neighbors popped in. It was easier to invite them and let them have a good time with you than have them call security on you guys for throwing a party, even if it was the weekend and it was only nine.
You turned off the lamps in the living room and instead set your strip lights to party mode, causing them to cycle through a bunch of colors in time with the music. It was then that the doorbell rang again and you rushed to the mirror to check yourself once more. You adjusted your hair, straightened out your top, and checked your teeth for food. Nope, you were good.
So, with the rest of the hosts distracted, you opened the door. On the other side of it were four tall, green gentlemen, one of them carrying a veggie tray.
“Hey guys, come on in!”
You moved out of the way so they could step inside.
Mikey’s eyes widened, looking into the living room full of dancing college kids. “Woahhhhh this is awesome!”
“Glad you think so.” You laughed. “There’s food and drinks in here, the bathroom is in the hallway, and everyone else seems to be either in the living room or the back yard.”
“Where do you want this veggie tray?” Donnie asked.
“Thank you so much for bringing this, by the way! You can set it over by the pizza boxes. I can get a spoon for the dip.” You said, walking towards the silverware drawer and producing a spoon while Donnie popped the lid off of the plastic serving tray and opened up the dip. You handed him the spoon.
The guys were each sporting their signature color, but they were wearing clothes you hadn’t seen them in before. Usually, Raph liked to wear a large gray hoodie, but today, he was sporting a black t-shirt and an impossibly large red flannel with some jeans. It looked good on him. Like, really good.
Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, because as soon as you were free, he walked up to you and nudged you gently. “You look really good.”
Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you wished you could blame it on wine, but you hadn’t even had a sip yet. “Thanks. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”
Had you worn a red top on purpose? Yes, absolutely. Would you admit to it, though? No, definitely not.
But Mikey noticed. Oh, Mikey noticed everything. And he couldn’t help but think that you and his older brother would make quite the couple. Maybe there was something he could do to just…give it a little push.
***
The time came later, when the party was finally starting to wind down. Some people had left. Your neighbors had gone home, and you’d switched the strip lights to a light, warm color. You’d also switched the upbeat party playlist for something chill to play in the background. The remaining partygoers were all settled in a circle in the living room, eating whatever pizza was left, sipping on box wine, and playing a game of truth or dare.
“Haley, truth or dare?” Darcy challenged.
“Truth.”
“Okay…Fuck, Marry, Kill: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and…..Chris Pine.”
“DAMN.” She cursed. “You can’t do that to me. Shit. Uh…Fuck Chris…Hemsworth. Marry Chris…Pine? And—”
“Don’t you do it!” You warned.
“Kill Chris Evans.”
“Noooooooooo!” You whined, taking a sip of your drink. The rest of the group laughed. “Poor Captain America.”
“Rest in pieces, Cap.” She agreed, shaking her head. “Okay…Mikey, truth or dare.”
“Dare.” Mikey answered quickly. He always picked dare, so in the fifth round of the game, it wasn’t much of a surprise.
“I dare you…to take a shot of straight lemon juice.”
“Easy peasy.” Mikey scoffed, pouring himself a shot and downing it.
You watched as his face contorted at the sour, sour taste. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that.
“Good job, Mikey.” Donnie laughed, dipping a piece of broccoli in dip before popping it into his mouth.
“Taking it like a champ.” Leo added, nodding.
“Alright, my turn?” Mikey asked, looking around the circle for his victim, pretending he hadn’t been planning this since round one. “(Y/N). Truth or dare?”
You thought about it for a second. How easy it would be to just choose truth again, but for some reason, you were feeling a little brave, so instead, you picked, “Dare.”
“Oooooooh,” the circle said, all of them a little surprised by that choice.
“Okay. Alright.” Mikey rubbed his hands together mischievously. All according to plan. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”
“OOOOOOOHHHH!” The circle all stared at you and you thought for a second, a smirk settling on your features.
“Oh that’s easy.” You got up and crossed the circle until you were standing in front of Raph. Even sitting down, he was almost your height. “Think I could get a kiss?”
Raph stared up at you, shocked, waiting for you to say Sike! HAHA! Did you actually think I thought you were hot?! Loser!
But you never did, instead looking down at him with sincerity, patience. Were you a little…nervous, even?
“Why me?” He whispered, his eyes fixed on you. There were plenty of good-looking human guys still there, and yet you were certain. Unwavering. Then, louder, he asked, his heart absolutely fighting to get out of his chest, “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” You nodded, starting to lean closer. Once you were most of the way in, you let him meet you in the middle, your soft human lips meeting his, which were, you had to admit, way softer than you thought they would be.
Raphael kissed you like you were made of glass, like if he moved too fast, you would shatter. It was his first kiss, after all, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.
When it finally ended, you walked back to your seat in the circle, your cheeks rosy, heart racing. Haley gave you a nudge and you giggled, your stomach filled with butterflies. The rest of the game went along with little fanfare, and once everyone was tired enough, the apartment cleared out even more, leaving just your roommates, Darcy’s boyfriend, and the turtles, who insisted on helping clean everything up. Well, it had been Leo’s idea, but the rest had agreed to stick around to help.
You volunteered to go out into the backyard to pick up all of the stray solo cups and White Claw cans. You hated litter. You worked out there alone for a bit. As you bent down to pick up the last can you heard the signature screech of the sliding door opening.
Raph squeezed through the narrow doorway, cursing his shell for making him so damn wide.
“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your voice was almost swallowed up by the sounds of the choir of crickets outside.
“Hey.” He closed the sliding door. “Can we talk?”
“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, tying off the trash bag you were using to collect garbage. “How was your first college party?”
“It was great. Really, really great.” He said, taking slow steps through the grass towards you. “Um…I…did you mean what you said? Earlier.”
“What do you mean?”
“When you…was I really…” he laughed at the absurdity of it. “You think I’m hot?”
“I do.” You nodded. “Of course I do.”
“I’m sorry if I find that a little hard to believe.” He shook his head, stopping right in front of you. When he was standing in front of you like this, he was remined of just how big he was compared to you, just how much he towered over you. Just how different you were. “I’m just used to the opposite reaction.”
“Believe it.” You reached forward and took his hand in yours, gripping one of his giant green fingers.
“I’m trying to.” He chuckled and fiddled with your little hand, nervous. “You know, uh…that was my first kiss in there. I wasn’t too awful, was I?”
“I didn’t mean to steal your first one.” You laughed softly. “Sorry. But to answer your question, I thought it was perfect.”
“That’s a relief.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Uh…If it’s alright with ya…I’d like to give you my second kiss, too.”
Instead of answering, you took another step closer, looking up, up, up into his piercing green eyes. “You’re gonna have to come down here; I can’t reach.”
He laughed. “Right.” Raph craned his neck down, one of his large hands tilting your face up towards his so he could meet you in the middle for another perfect kiss.
***
“What are you doing?” Leo asked Mikey, who was peering through the blinds into the back yard of the apartment.
Mikey only grinned proudly, nodding to himself. “Works every time…”
I firmly believe that every single one of the turtles has an accent, but they’re not as pronounced as Raphael’s. I think that Mikey would have the second most pronounced one when you can actually hear it due to him being the most connected socially to the world around him. While Ralph has the clearest, each of the brothers will clearly have their accent heard when they’re emotional, and during fights or when they’re crying, it’ll blur their words together. I believe it wholeheartedly.
Absolutely. I love that concept so much that’s so cute. - Mo <3
Oh, quick question because I have tons of just overall cute and fluffy things in my mind, is it okay if we send in lil domestic relationship snips? Like, just little paragraphs of cute things with the turtles and their significant others? Kinda like “thirsts” that I see on other blogs, but these are literally just jampacked with cute romance and nothing overstepping SFW? Is that alright? If not, totally okay!
Yeah absolutely! Our submissions are open! Thanks for asking! -Mo <3
Hello, is it okay if I ask for what your rules are regarding requesting for SFW things? I know that you are against cheating, but I’m unsure regarding everything else and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with any requests I might make! Have a good day <3
Basically there can’t be any smut in the request! Also, we don’t write abuse, cheating, or anything involving death or self harm. Thank you for asking!! Have a good day! <3 -Mo
I so wanna create a multi-chapter fanfic with the turtles and a male reader (because there is such a lack of them in the fandom smh) who is a half-Mutant, half-human hybrid with huge wings, feathers on his elbows and talons with sharp claws for feet. This is so weird, this isn’t even an ask, just me being excited and wanting to share it with another person. Sorry! I’M JUST EXCITED AND WANTED TO SHARE 😅🙈🙈
Oh my gosh that’s amazing! I’m so excited for you!! Feel free to submit a link to it so we can all read it!! <3 -Mo
Umm, is it okay to send in little headcanons of our own? Or just thoughts? Because I had thoughts on how the boys would laugh and how it would sound like and I don’t know, I just thought it would be cute. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you!
omg absolutely! Send them in! We also have submissions open, if you’d like to send them in that way!! But thank you for checking in first, that’s so nice!!<3 -Mo
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