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Hypothetically speaking…
Raphael
Michelangelo
5 Cons of Dating the Turtles (Headcanon)
Everything isn’t always as sweet as it may seem. This might be angst... or straight toxic... I don’t know. I’ll do a fluffy one though!
Leonardo:
-Leo isn’t a fan of texting
-sometimes it feels like he is trying to micromanage your life on the surface
-you may go a day or two without hearing from him if you don’t spring by
-he gets really petty when he’s jealous
-Karai is a sensitive topic for him and you sometimes get the idea that he may have some sort of feelings for her still... he doesn’t confirm or deny
Donatello:
-invades your privacy too often... stalker vibes
-bad communication skills and definitely an overthinker
-he often jumps to conclusions and it is hard to change his mind
-often asks for a raincheck on plans that the two of you made together just so he can hang out with April... ouch.
-his projects always seem to come first and his excuse is that they’re vital to the survival of him and his family... yeah right. you’re tinkering with a toaster, donnie
Michelangelo:
-definitely hard to get attention from him sometimes since he’s always busy with his little hobbies, training, and patrol. he has a hard time managing his time
-(this might not be so bad for some of you) this man is h o r n y almost 24/7... like sir, church is free, please don’t this right now
-sometimes, he’s entirely oblivious and it’s frustrating
-(also probably not a problem for some) way too clingy sometimes... you know, once he finally finds time for you
-thinks he can charm his way out of everything instead of facing the consequences or responsibilities
Raphael:
raph, raph, raph...
-very vague when it comes to his feelings... you have to assume a lot of the time and hope you’re right
-you can’t mention another guy’s name around him. just don’t.
-it scares you the way he gets physical with his surroundings when he is upset and he doesn’t even seem to notice unless you or someone else points out the way you flinch
-shows up at your house/apartment/whatever completely unannounced which is usually okay, but it isn’t cool when he not so subtly begins going through things to see if someone else has been over
-he has a reckless mouth that can leave you crying sometimes. it doesn’t matter how tough you think you are, you will be in tears
thank you all for the requests!!! im sorry it’s taking me so long, but i recently got a pretty neat idea for a TMNT x Reader series and i keep putting a lot of focus into it. i’ll set that aside and get the headcanons out of the way soon!
I want more master splinter matchmaker 😭 hes such a sweet old man please
I guess I gotta give the people what they want!
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Splinter goes on all the boy’s first dates with them
even though it’s just different activities at the lair
gotta make sure you’re a good match, ya dig?
Leo’s is a tour of the lair with coffee afterwards
Raph’s is a movie and drinks
Mikey’s is paintball (you both agreed to this, Splinter had no say despite how much he protested)
and Donnie’s is in his lab showing you around all his latest projects
Splinter is mainly there to keep the ball rolling
make sure conversation is smooth
and to stop Mikey making out with you only 2 minutes in
“so, tell us about yourself” is the way he always starts it
lots of “don’t you think that’s interesting Leo/Mikey/Donnie/Raph”
He makes you tea!!
he really bigs up the boys, like to their embarrassment bigs them up
“Leo is incredibly skilled, and a good brother. he would make an excellent father one day” *gives you a knowing look* Leo almost flips the table
“Michelangelo has the biggest heart, I’ve seen him cry over roadkill before” “daaad, stoooppp!!”
“Raphael may not use his words that often but his actions are true to his heart. He would make a loving husband to you” “this is our first date, pa. quit it!”
“Donatello may be a man of science but he has a lot of love to give. always helping his brothers. if you were to stay with him, maybe you could get him out of his own head for once” “dad, that’s really uncalled for” *blushes in turtle*
omg he totally spies on you after he leaves you alone
not so subtly going to change the thermostat while making direct eye contact with you
“you better call her after this. it would be rude not to”
debriefs with you after the date about how you think it went
he invites you to the net date, not them
he just invites you round in general.
for lunch, for coffee, sunday dinner ect
wants you around his boys as much as possible
treats you like a daughter the second he sees how happy you make them
always picking up on little things, like remembers your coffee order, notices how you cut the crust off bread or that you always skip the one song when it comes on shuffle
defo asks about your exs and why it ended in front of the boys
not afraid to get personal at all
I mean, those boys are his life and he has to protect them at all costs so if that means making the conversation a little awkward so be it
gets you flowers on Valentines day that say “to my daughter-in-law”
the boys both love and hate how close you are with Splinter
because on one hand, he’s their dad and it’s great you get along
on the other hand, you go to him about your relationship issues
“and why did it take you so long to respond to y/n’s text? you wouldn’t treat me like that so why are you doing it to your girlfriend?”
protective father in law
fine with you having male friends but still doesn’t trust any of them because “you’re such a lovely girl, who wouldn’t want you”
I may have gotten super carried away with this, thank you so much for your ask <3
this is so adorable
Requested: Donnie x Reader
Request: “Playing computer games and cuddles with Donnie, please <3”
I hope this is okay! I sort of changed it up just a little. It’s not much, but it’s honest work. Excuse the spacing, too, it turns out a little weird when I paste it here from my notes.
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You entered the lair around 9 o’clock, just a few hours before your boyfriend and his brothers went out for patrol. You didn’t really bother calling before you arrived, and besides, Donnie stopped replying a while ago. You knew he was getting caught up with the work he busied himself with, so you decided to stop by and get your compete daily dose of attention.
Leonardo was the first to greet you tonight. “Oh, hey, Y/N,” he waved two of three fingers in your general direction while he continued on his journey to the kitchen, “what’s up?”
You smiled and greeted him in return. “Nothing much. I just came to hang out with Donnie.”
“Well, he’s exactly where you left him,” the eldest brother said with a slight chuckle, opening the fridge. “Hungry?”
You shook your head when he casted you a glance and held up a black plastic bag. “Nah, I grabbed some snacks on the way,” you said, pointing a finger at the bag with your free hand, “do you want anything?”
He closed the fridge and took you upon your offer. After that little exchange, you almost ended up getting trampled by Mikey who seemed to be on the run from a maskless Raph. You yelled your hellos and goodbyes as the two dashed away before finally entering your boyfriend’s lab.
It was a mess but if you methodically analyzed his workspace long enough, you’d see that there was a method to Donnie’s madness. You had bought him bins and little baskets to help him keep his things organized, but as far as you knew, he most likely used them for one of his projects. You saw the back of his head being partially illuminated by the monitors that surrounded him and rolled your eyes half-heartedly. He really was in his own little world when he was focused.
“Hi, cutie,” you called out, shoving the door shut with a jut of your hip. “Hey,” he replied, giving you some form of acknowledgement at least. You frowned at this as you approached his hunched over form. “I brought some things for us to munch on, buuuut I gave Leo my chips, so if you want, we could just...” you trailed off when his digits refused to stop dancing across the keyboard. He wasn’t listening.
“Don?” you mumbled warily.
“Oh, hey, when did you get here?”
You would have whirled his chair around so fast if this had been the first time, but you knew what he was doing was probably very important. It better be...
With a defeated sigh, you set your things down on the most spacious spot you could find on the surface of his makeshift desk. He hardly faltered when you took a few moments to slip underneath his arms and sit across his lap, curled up against his plastron.
It felt like an eternity had went by when you finally felt a pair of lips gently press against the crown of your head. You tilted your head back to look at the face of your lover and see that he was smiling down at you. You didn’t smile back. You pouted and buried your face in the crook of his neck.
“Princess...”
“Don’t ‘princess’ me,” you muttered, ignoring the butterflies in the pit of your stomach at his name for you. He said nothing for a while, then draped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, rolling the chair away from his computers to give him room to stretch his legs and adjust you more comfortably on his lap.
You contemplated dragging on this little act for a moment, however decided against it. You had missed him too much. “Will you make it up to me then?” you asked, pressing feathery kisses against his neck.
“Of course, darling,” he cooed, tilting his head opposite of yours in order to give you more room. He felt your smile against his scaly skin before you pulled away and began to sit up. His arms tightened around you, indicating that he didn’t want you to leave, but he eventually let you slip away to grab the bag of goodies you brought for the both of you. He watched as you reached inside and began pulling out some of your favorite treats as well as his, drinks and all, and placed them to the side of his computer. Normally, he would’ve went off lecturing you about the hazards of having food and drinks about electronic devices, though he knew he’d be somewhat of a hypocrite with him and his slight caffeine addiction; he decided against it.
“What are we playing tonight?” you asked, cracking open a soda can and handing it to him. He glanced at one of the monitors and saw that is was a little past 10:10. He would have to go on patrol around 12ish. “How about,” he took a quick swig of his drink, “a game that won’t cause us to lose track of time?”
You agreed as you reclaimed your spot on his lap, your back was towards his plastron this time and took over his computer. His free arm loosely wrapped around your frame, soon to be joined by the other when he finished his soda and awaited his turn (or whenever you appeared to need help).
Headcanon: TMNT x younger! Reader
This is platonic, do not worry lol!! thank you for the asks/requests!! i have looked at all of them and have them “queued” to write in my notes
❤️ This is something I started working on beforehand. I didn’t really bother with capitalization and whatnot with this piece, so this isn’t really my writing style. Let me know if you want another part to this or a specific headcanon for a younger! reader :)
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-you followed Mikey into the sewers when you saw him kicking trash on the roof of your apartment building
-you were caught because... well, he’s a ninja. he isn’t THAT careless...
-he brought you back home since taking you home would be a super stupid idea, plus he just knew Leonardo was going to kill him!
-he tells his brothers immediately when he gets home....... maybe not immediately..... he has to butter them up first so they don’t hit him
-Raph still slaps the back of his neck
-you wake up to Mikey poking your cheek and see that three other turtles have joined him
-Leo is the scariest, Raph’s Batman voice intimidates you, Donnie is just... kinda there, co-signing, and Mikey tries to get Leo and Raph to chill because they’re scaring you
-you swear not to tell anyone about them and Donnie takes your phone to make sure you have no videos or anything of them and they disappear
-after school you tracked your phone with your old phone after heading back into the sewers
-Turtles were not pleased
-the story is long, but they agreed that you could keep coming down to see them as long as you never told anyone about them and called/texted before coming.... and you weren’t being annoying
-you don’t know what happened to your phone tbh but donnie gave you some sort of modified track phone to use instead while he made you a t-phone
-you texted Mikey mostly. he was really cool and felt like an older brother to you. he always made you laugh
-Donnie rarely replied, so you would have to call him..... not much to talk about at first
-Leo left you on read a lot
-Raph tries to make sense of your text messages... NY colloquialism is interesting sometimes and you tend to miss out when you live in the sewers
-Mikey is the one to escort you to the lair the first (technically second) time
-you bring candy from a corner store for him and his brothers hoping they’d start to be more welcoming
-Donnie has a bit of a sweet-tooth and accepts the peace offering
-Raph and Leo pass on that
-Mikey happily takes their portion
-they soon warm up to you and begin randomly checking up on you and inviting you over
-you eventually meet April
-she’s really nice and always tries to form some sort of close relationship with you. she’s like an older sister
-have a gaming console? bring it with you and introduce mikey to some new games, he will absolutely adore you for it
-bonding with raph is harder, but eventually you learn that you dont really have to talk much to do that
-just kinda walk into the training room and either join him (he’ll automatically want to help when you’re doing something wrong) or carefully crawl on top of his shell while he’s doing push-ups
-he’ll stop and tell you to get off, but when you simply refuse, he’ll shake his head and mumble something, however will continue
-this will become a routine/habit and you’ll sometimes vent to each other like that
-donnie lets you in his labs for school related things only (unless you’re really into STEM, then he’ll definitely allow you to come in more often)
-he gets frustrated with your math book bro
- “that’s... not the way you’re supposed to do it, donnie... they want us to do it this way.”
- “i don’t know that way! why would they change math?? math is MATH!”
- “i’ll just wait for April to get back...”
- “what??? well she wont understand it any better than i do!”
-leo, as intimidating as he seems, has grown fond of you from a distance. you seem to light up the lair with your youthful spirit. they’ve all matured in their own ways. yes, even mikey. it’s nice to have a change
-you’ll have to approach him first
-join him while he’s meditating. he’ll give you tips and may even strike up a conversation unrelated. he enjoys the company
-leonardo tells you stories and let’s you hold his katanas and sometimes wear his mask from time to time
-youve never seen the turtles in action. you knew they were ninjas though.
-they typically train towards the end of the school day, so if you decide to cut class, you just might catch them
-you’ll be in awe
-you silently sit beside a panting Donatello and compliment his skills, he’ll say thanks and then suddenly realize your presence
-you’re sent back to school lol
-or you just have to wait in the livingroom
-Mikey is actually the one who offers to train you and the boys actually think it’s a good idea since he’s really patient with you and he took the longest to learn the art of ninjitsu when they were little
-sometimes Mikey strays from the lesson, so be sure to remind him that you’re training
-Leo begins to supervise when he hears laughter in the dojo
-he eventually takes over and you actually learn a lot more faster and realize Mikey was going super easy on you and taking it really slow
-you won’t be sparring for a while. Leo doesn’t want you getting hurt. they don’t know their own strength sometimes
-you have the most gifts on christmas, ill tell you that
-the turtles are basically your big bros
-you can’t stay late!!! forgot to mention that. they will not allow it... unless you have a good excuse set for your parent(s)/guardian(s)
I feel like i should ask about your writing rules before jumping in
I was thinking about this after I posted that actually. I don’t really have a lot of rules, but here they are for now:
1. No t-cest/incest.
2. No smut... I’m still a minor (17) and I feel weird posting it. I’ll throw some NSFW (just a little bit, you’ll see it if you squint) in if it’s requested though.
3. Try to be a little bit detailed when requesting. It’s okay if it’s vague, but it probably won’t head in the direction you were looking for.
4. Please don’t rush me...
This is all I can think of for now! :) I’m not really strict on anything, too. I hope this is okay. These rules apply to other fandoms I write for, too.
Is the TMNT fandom dead? lol anyyywwaaay... I started writing some stuff in hopes of getting back into the habit of it, but I want to know if there’s anything you guys (is anyone even out there?) wanna read.
Basically, I’m asking for requests.
i really want to write for TMNT and i have so many ideas, but sometimes i feel... too embarrassed??? to write???
For a site that claims to be extremely accepting Tumblr can be extremely toxic and nasty
I’m sad & i want material items so i can be cured for 5 minutes
can people stop writing fanfics about their OCs then claim that it is a Reader insert when it’s literally just about their OC with no actual change aside from the POV?
(Cyborg/Victor Stone x Reader) pt 1
“Look who finally decided to come to school,” you teased the boy as he entered the classroom as late as possible. He smiled before he was even able to spot you in the back of the class, tapping your pen against the front of your notebook. And when he did, he gave you a meaningless eye roll and began sauntering towards the vacant desk in front of you. “I always come to school, girl,” he said as he let his nearly empty grey bag fall to the floor, “I just don’t come to this class.” “And why not?” you asked, sitting up in your chair with a grin. Victor hoisted his leg over his seat with ease, choosing to sit backwards on his chair in order to look at you while the two of you talked. “It’s a study hall,” he answered, cocking a brow. He was too slow to catch the pen that came flying at his chest, but he made an effort to grab it before it hit the floor. “So just forget about me, right?” you said with a little more nonchalance than intended, but he still understood that you were just messing with him. “Don’t start,” he said with a chuckle. You laughed with him as you then held out your hand, expecting him to return your writing utensil. Your hand fell back onto your desk as he chose to ignore this and instead tucked your pen behind his ear, paying no mind to your attempt at turning your smile into a frown. “Anyway,” he paused to spare the teacher a glance, and seeing that she was still asleep, he continued, “you’re still coming tonight, yeah?” You pointed to the black lines on your cheeks, then motioned to part of your attire: his old black and gold jersey beneath your raincoat. “What do you think?” you asked, shaking your head at his worry. He relied on you to show up to his games when no one else would-- more specifically his parents. They weren’t very supportive of him being an athlete. Ever since your freshman year, you took it upon yourself to be his number one fan at all of his football games and give him all of the support that his parents never did. And he was very grateful for it. “You still have that old thing?” he quizzed, reaching over to give your collar a tug. You gently smacked his hand aside and sat back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest. “Of course. I get a lot of attention because of it,” you joked, smiling at his head shake. “I bet you do,” he remarked, mirroring your posture. There was a moment of silence between you two as you watched one another, grinning all the while until you shied away from meeting his eyes. A low string of triumphant laughter fell from his mouth, then quickly settled. You unraveled your arms and tilted your head just enough to gaze at the classroom before you. The few students that decided to show up were out cold, just like the teacher,or just too caught up in their own conversations. You quickly turned back to Victor as he gently slapped your desk, trying to catch your attention. “What?” “What are you doing after the game tonight?” he asked, rubbing his finger against the spiral ring on your notebook. You thought nothing of his question, figuring he was going to mention another party that you could care less about. “I might just shower and watch some TV until I pass out,” you replied, shrugging lazily. You peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head down as you subtly watched him. “Why?” “Think you can make room in your busy schedule for going out to eat?” “Last time you invited me to go somewhere with you, you bailed on me,” you reminded him, nearly scoffing at the look that he gave you, “so I don’t know.” “My parents said they needed me in the lab, Y/N, cut me some slack,” he groaned. You narrowed your eyes at him, acting as though you hadn’t already made your decision. A hopeful smile bloomed on his lips, and you knew for sure that you were going to make the right decision. “McDonald’s?” Shuffling, emitted by the students who suddenly snapped back to life, filled the silence that followed your question of confirmation for a moment or two before the bell rang. Victor grabbed his bag and stood, towering over your form with that lopsided smirk of his. “Whatever you want,” he answered, “but you’re driving.” And that was the last you saw of him.
reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.
Damian x Reader (drabble?)
owo what’s this? some form of activity from this blog?
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The sight would be frowned upon by onlookers, had there been any, but who was to say that either of the two would care?
His fingers were lost in your hair, and your tongue was lost beyond his soft pair of lips. Small whimpers were emitted by none other than yourself, but of course he made sure to hush you by allowing his free hand to creep towards where you desperately ached for him.
Just as his slender fingers were about to dip below the waistband of your underwear, his pesky watch began to cry out in bleeps. You felt him sigh against your lips and start to drift away. He had to go. But you refused to let him.
Your arms, draped over his shoulders, enclosed around his neck as you pulled him forward, keeping his lips trapped against yours. Damian grunted; his eyes became half-lidded as he tried to meet yours and send you a scolding gaze. You didn't notice.
You wouldn't be able to anyway— even if the closet light overhead had been turned on.
Acquaintances (Drabble)
You stared down at your feet, tucking your hands in the pockets of your sweatpants. “You and Casey passed me the other day at Panda Express, and even made eye contact,” you said quietly, letting out a vexed huff through your nostrils. You refused to give her the chance to react as you finally answered her question. “M’fine.”
“That’s... nice,” April mumbled, guiltily. You redirected your gaze to the side of her head and caught her trying to avert her eyes. You almost found it comical, the way she uncomfortably squirmed as you stared, but you decided to cut her some slack and look straight ahead.
You wouldn’t have talked to you in public either.
I originally was going for a WW1 AU, but then I just ended up not indicating the time period yet. Actually I ended up writing this without a plot—
Moving on
. . .
Icy specs of snow fluttered from the heavens like the softest of feathers and melted against your warm skin. Despite the biting temperatures that the winter time brought, you stubbornly bolted outdoors to check that your ears and eyes were not deceiving you.
From your porch your gaze was able to be arrested by the man that stood 6 feet tall, yet too many feet away from your home. Through the tiny white flurries you could make out chocolate brown hair and beige uniform that stuck out like sore thumbs in the sparkling scenery, but what surprisingly caught your attention first was the miniscule smile that played at his lips. You weren’t sure what it was for, though you noticed that it grew when you took another step forward.
“Eren?” you whispered beneath the silent screams of the chilling wind. Whether he had heard or not, your words turned into a steamy cloud and vanished within thin air the second they left your mouth.
Time grew slow and thick like molasses as your eyes turned into stars that rivaled the brightest stars of the night sky when he curtly nodded his head a single time.
Within that moment, you tore yourself away from your spot on the porch and practically leaped down the steps. Your mind didn’t even touch the thought of how you started freezing to death as you soared as quickly as possible through through the heavy snow.
Eren seemed to have the same idea as you, but as he rushed over to meet you halfway, he shrugged off his jacket and waited to feel your tight embrace before wrapping it around your shoulders. You carelessly threw your arms around his neck and yanked him down to meet your kiss-starved lips in a fiery order. He stumbled forward a little but made sure the two of you had balance once he slipped his arms around your waist and eagerly returned your deeply emotive kiss with closed eyes.
Your soft lips elicited an almost inaudible groan from the back of his throat as he came to realize that this had been the first contact with a woman that he had had in quite some time. He underestimated the feeling and never knew how much he missed your kisses until now. His hold on you tightened as the two of you momentarily broke away for a breath of cold oxygen.
You smiled, pressing your chest to his. “Hi,” you said playfully.
Your lover bashfully grinned, leaning back in to place kisses along the underside of your chin until he reached the base of your neck. “You’re going to get sick, you know,” he mumbled against your skin while you happily giggled.
“W-Worth it,” you naturally stammered as you snuggled further against him and thanked the heavens for the amount of justice his jacket managed to bring you against the cold.