Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles (Part 6)
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Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles (Part 6)
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Half of all sibling arguments are fixed by playing dolls. I don't make the rules
Life's Scars
2012 Leonardo x Reader
The rubber ball bounced off the wall, hitting the ground before landing back in your hand. You sat on the floor in your room. Unfinished assignments on either side of you. Some of them, long past their due date.
There was a tapping at your window. You dropped the rubber ball, letting it roll away from you. A stray tear followed the trail of its predecessors, down your cheek. Behind you, you heard the window slide open.
"Hey," Leo called, watching you from outside. His brows furrowed, "You good?"
You wiped at your face, "Yeah."
He climbed into your room.
"What's wrong?" He asked, moving aside some assignment to sit beside you.
You glanced down at the work piled before you. Leo didn't understand. Though, he picked up a piece of paper and glanced over it.
"I'm really far behind," You croaked, tears welling up once again.
Leo frowned, but before he could speak you were on your tirade.
"I mean, this one was due weeks ago but I couldn't do it! Why? There isn't a reason, I'm just... Lazy! I guess!" You burst, vision blurred as you gestured. "My teachers are telling me to do better! My friends don't even invite me out anymore!"
"Hey..."
"I should be able to do this! Everyone else can! I used to be able to, why can't I now?"
"You're doing your best," Leo put his hand on your shoulder.
You shrugged it away, "No, I'm not! My best is better than this. I have no reason to be this bad at meeting deadlines. At doing things. All I have to do is do it."
Leo took your hand and squeezed it. You turned to look at him.
"Why am I so tired all the time?" You whispered.
You leaned back into him, head falling against his chest. It wasn't comfortable, but it was comforting as he ran his fingers through your hair.
"Maybe you're putting too much pressure on yourself," Leo murmured.
You snorted, "Says the fearless leader."
"Shh," Leo pet your hair, "Exactly, so as the leader I know what I'm talking about."
You rolled your eyes, but grinned nevertheless.
"Just because you could do better in the past or you 'should' be able to do better, doesn't mean you can do that now, you know? Your circumstances have changed," Leo explained. "I think you're really strong. And maybe being so tired, is just another scar you have from the battle of life."
"But scars are ugly," You frowned, leaning away.
"No, no, they're not," Leo pulled you back. "Scars tell a story."
"A bad story," You murmured.
"Or, one that made you who you are."
"A tired, lazy prick?" You snorted.
Leo flicked your forehead, "A sweet and loving person."
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hihihi so,,, i feel bad for the wait for heisenberg AND cherry … soooo have this rough chapter one of a leo fic i thought of & wrote months ago
amnesia plot!!!! rise leonardo x reader. 3k :]
could u give some tips on writing the rise boys? Donnie is the hardest to me, but you write him flawlessly
😁😁 ok so! this is what i think about when i write them !
mikey adopts a cat
i hope you get worse actually
Blud spoke too soon
The Kitchen Window (pt. 3)
Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader
desc- (April knows something is up with your story, and decides to investigate)
warnings - swearing (duh)
word count - 2.1k
READ PREVIOUS PARTS HERE- one - two
The first message pops up on your screen when you’re at one of the corner tables in the cafe, on your mandatory 30 minute break when she texts, drinking something that wasn’t on the menu. It’s from an unsaved number.
[hey! It’s April]
The first time she’s texted you after exchanging numbers. An easy smile comes to you.
[Can we meet up tomorrow? I’ve got a lead on a few break-in cases]
You set your cup down to respond, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and start typing back quickly.
[i’d love to, but i’m working a 6-9 :((]
She types and sends another message almost immediately.
[does tonight work then?]
She sure was relentless.
[sure! any place in mind?]
[would your place be okay?]
Your place? Your quiet, empty, drab apartment?
[yeah that works ! lemme send you the address. i get off at 7]
[awesome thxxx]
You laugh quietly to yourself while typing down the complex name and your room number. April seemed nice enough from the little you knew about her. Strong, independent, gorgeous. Vern was definitely trying to tap that. You really hoped he didn’t, but she read as a woman that could hold her own. You liked it.
Your coworker coughed to get your attention, indicating you’re 3 minutes past your break. You pocket your phone, and then stand to clock back in and finish the last half of another boring shift.
April’s already beaten you to your apartment, leaning against the outer wall by your door and looking down at her phone when you get there. Her head lifts with a pretty smile when you greet her.
“Hey! Sorry I’m running a little behind.”
Your hands fumble the key ring before shoving one into the lock and it twists with a click. She’s understanding.
“No worries. I’m glad we could meet up.”
“Sorry,” you’re quick to bring awareness to the nearly bare space when the door creaks open, “I don’t really have a lot going on in here.”
April scans the room while you shed your jacket and shoes, walking in and taking in stride the plain couch and old carpet.
“Wow. Kinda lonely.”
Ouch. Painfully truthful but, ouch. Way to beat around the bush.
“Yeah,” you huff, “I’m not here a lot. Or anyone else.” That statement proves false when a high-pitched meow and tinkle of a little belled-collar comes from the kitchenette. The cat is patting her little feet on the counter.
“Hey there kitty.”
Your visitor walks over to give her a little scratch under the chin, which she accepts gladly.
“Oh yeah, she’s here too. Watches over the house for me.”
April chuckles.
“What’s her name?”
“Vannie. Like Van Gogh.”
You thought the name was genius when you first picked it out, poking a little fun at her one missing ear. It sounded a little bit ridiculous now, when you were saying it out loud to another person. April’s eyes get this curious, excited little light behind them when she turns to look at you. What it’s about, you have no clue, and don’t care to ask.
“You named her after an artist.”
“Sure did.”
It’s odd to you, how that seems to be the kicker, but that thought doesn’t even reach the processing department of your brain before April reaches into her crossbody bag and pulls out a laptop.
“I wanted to show you some of these recent reports on break-ins in lower manhattan. Maybe we could try and find your guy.”
“Okay miss detective,” it’s a compliment you mean, well impressed with her dedication. She was just so cool. April flips open the screen and sets the device on the countertop next to Vannie, wasting absolutely zero time. You feel a little guilty there’s not even a table or chairs for the two of you to relax at.
She opens a file on the Home page with two clicks. Vannie paws at the clicker icon that darts around the screen.
The two of you share a little amused laugh, and then divert your attention to one of the worded documents that she’s scrolling through.
“Rising illegal activity… here.” April moves her face back so you can move in and scan over the report. It read along the lines of a few specific perpetrators and their repeated offenses of theft and breaking and entering in around the block you lived on.
“It’s weird,” April rests an arm on the counter in thought, “You said some guy stopped whoever it was trying to grab you from your window. A ton of the reports and witness statements I’ve read over mention similar stuff.”
This surprises you slightly. She opens a different report and lets you freely scroll.
All of the accounts have about the same cookie-cut story. A shadowed figure, moving in, attacking, and then disappearing with little to no trace. No descriptions, no clues to who they were.
You knew though.
“So like… a vigilante.”
“Exactly,” April confirms. The way she’s looking at your face, gauging a reaction, settles weird in the pit of your stomach. It’s like she already knows the answer, the big picture to this case you’re still trying to put together.
“And all of them seem to be, what, a guy with a weird amount of strength that’s kicking ass at night and leaving the NYPD to clean up their mess?”
“Or…” she knows you know something, and it’s making you break a little sweat under the building pressure. You’re suddenly uncomfortable.
“Or… More than one. You can’t cover that much area in such a short amount of time.”
“Right.”
You’re cracking under the weight of her curious stare in the silence of the room.
April O’Niel is fucking baiting you.
She wants you to tell her the truth about who, or what, stopped your attacker a few weeks ago on the balcony. And poor, unsocial, people-pleasing you just spills it out.
“Okay, I-I know this is gonna sound absolutely crazy.”
The words come flowing from your mouth, a sporadic spout of words that you can’t stop. Her eyes grow wider and wider as you admit you really did know what the guy looked like, and how he’d come to your window intentionally one night just last week. Maybe it was the pure lack of having someone personable (and also not a cat) to listen to your insane story that just keeps tumbling out. By the time you’re finished, April has the same look on your face that you did when you first encountered the giant turtle, like she was practically reliving the story in her own head. You’re breathless.
“I know it sounds like I’m insane, but I just couldn’t tell Vern,” you’re quick to your own defense, “He would never talk to me again. Nobody would.”
She just stands there for a minute in the quiet, gears clicking in that quick brain of hers.
“I don’t think you’re crazy.”
You don’t believe that for a second. Her baffled stare just moments ago were a telltale sign of someone’s concern. April was probably already thinking of how to transport you to the nearest psyc ward.
“I get it, it sounds-“
“Look… I gotta take go take care of something,” she shuts the laptop and is already shoving it into her bag, while you stand there fumbling for something to say to try and convince her of your story, “I promise I’ll get back to you, this is just super, super important.”
She definitely thinks you’re crazy.
“April, please,”
She grabs your pleading hand in both of hers and pats it like an old woman pitying the poor.
“I’ll text you, when I get the chance.”
April leaves you standing, slouched with your arms just hanging defeatedly at your sides while she practically runs out of the door.
“It was good seeing you! Have a good night!”
It’s quiet all over again when the door slams shut. Vannie meows, like it’s a question and you look at her with a pathetic expression.
“She thinks I’m batshit crazy.”
But you’re so wrong, because as you prepare yourself for another night of restless sleep, April’s quickly walking down the stairs and out onto the street with a phone to her ear, and a satisfied smile on her face.
“Donnie?”
“Hey April! What’s up?”
“We gotta talk. I’m swinging by the lair in a few.”
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The boys are all standing around their booth table (the really cool one they’d dragged down into the lair forever ago), mouths agape while April explains in confidence the situation at hand. Splinter is sitting next to her, with a wise, attentive ear.
Raphael is trying to brood at his friend practically snitching all of his secrets to his brothers and dad, but he’s still so shocked at what he’s hearing that his brows are curling in confusion rather than anger.
“I told you to stay away from her apartment, Raph!” Leo’s first instinct is to point an accusing finger towards his younger brother. He seethes at it but before he can get a snide remark out, someone’s talking again.
“I didn’t know Vern had a sister.” Donnie is stuck on the main focus of all of their surprise.
“Or, like, any family!” Mikey cuts in, “He’s a lone wolf.” He lets out a horrendous impression of howl, and performance of ripping a nonexistent shirt from his body like a werewolf. April snickers.
“Vern doesn’t talk about her much,” she defends, “I just met her last week.”
It really was a ridiculous coincidence that the pretty girl Raphael has been so unintentionally drawn to was stupid Vern Fenwicks younger sister. Though he doesn’t think it would have made a difference in the outcome of him silently following her home some nights to ensure she makes it there without incident. Thankfully, April doesn’t know this, otherwise she would’ve outed that information to everyone by now. The oldest of the four speaks again, desperate to turn this into some sort of lesson.
“If you’d just listened-“
“What’s done is done, Leonardo.” Splinter's voice is calm, but commanding, “You cannot change that she’s seen him.”
That finally silences Leo, but he’s visibly unhappy. Donnie speaks up again.
“So what does this mean for us?”
This renders all of them unanswered. It’s a complicated thing. They can’t make you just forget the multiple interactions you’ve had with Raphael. But how do they approach forward from here? April has a suggestion she’s been thinking of since she left your apartment.
“I think she should meet you guys.”
“WHAT?”
All four voices are overwhelmingly loud and surprised at the idea.
“It would only make sense. She knows you guys are out there every night, she’s seen Raph,” she lifts her hand to acknowledge the turtle who just grunts in annoyance, “And she totally thinks that I think she’s crazy. I feel bad.”
“I don’t know,” Donnie’s hesitant, “this isn’t a dire, life threatening situation where human interaction is necessary.”
“What if she tells her friends?” Leo adds.
April bites her tongue. As sweet and kind as you are, it would come as a surprise to anyone on the outside that you pretty much only talked to people at your job.
“She won‘t.”
“So many people have seen us out there, and they don’t need to know who we are. Why should she?”
“Am I seriously the only one here who digs the idea?” Mikey says, “We have, like, two human friends up top.”
Raph is the only one who hasn’t spoken up. Secretly, it excited him to think about meeting you with, hopefully, no repercussions. But also, so many things could go wrong. He doesn’t realize everyone’s staring at him, waiting for his input, until the silence draws on for just a little too long.
“Man, I don’t know about this one.”
“Come onn,” Michelangelo throws a soft punch at his shoulder, “You can finally introduce us to your girlfriend.”
Raph pushes the youngests’ face away with his palm.
“Knock it off, dumbass.”
“Splinter?” Leo looks to his dad for guidance. The party’s torn and he’s left to be the mediator. After sitting in thought for a moment, the rat speaks.
“I don’t believe it would hurt to indulge. If April trusts the girl, I cannot see a reason not to make an acquaintance.”
“She really is sweet,” April’s on your corner of the ring, and Splinter’s words credit her immensely. She can see them all look at each other and wordlessly cave in, one at a time. Mikey pumps his fists in the air with excitement.
“Okay so even if we do decide to meet her,” Leo’s already made up his mind, but pretends not to, “We can’t just bring her down here.”
A good point.
April gets another idea. She pulls out her phone and holds up her finger to pause the conversation.
“Hold that thought.”
And with another text sent, the plan’s set in place.
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certain ineffable things
(rise Donnie x touch starved gn reader - little bit of angst, mostly fluff) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lazy circles drawn on hips.
Tender pats on the shoulder or head, conveying much more than mere words.
Nudges of encouragement or of endearment or at least conveying that someone else was there.
Various affectionate displays - all luxuries experienced in the most painfully infrequent intervals.
At least, they were to you.
Home definitely wasn’t the place to be seeking out stuff like that - your upbringing had all but made certain of that - nor was anywhere with your colleagues or friends. Any time anyone so much as got near, your skin seemed to crawl and spine shivered and-
In short, it seemed an endeavor destined to fail.
That wasn’t to say you didn’t like it. The physical contact part, that was; the yearning and all that was inarguably awful.
But the occasional touch or elbow rub or hug just absolutely made you melt. Only when you felt like it though. And normally only when you initiated it. And typically only with a certain purple clad significant other-
A hand grasped onto yours.
You snapped back to the present, sitting in Donnie’s lab where you’d been idly passing him tools and utensils as needed and he’d been discarding them back into your palm, and where a misunderstanding where each of you thought the other to be passing them something and extended two empty hands made quite the startling connection of the two.
“Sorry!” Your hand retracted as if repulsed by his. “Sorry.”
He jolted on his own accord before looking over at you. “You alright?”
“Are you?”
Donnie blinked. “You shuddered as if I transferred a few thousand volts which, considering my current field of experimentation, is feasible. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. What a way to get dragged out of a soliloquy. “It just, uh, caught me off guard is all. What about you? You just about leapt out of your seat.”
“All’s good on my end.”
“Yep. Same here.”
“Alright then.”
A terse moment passed. Despite how fervently you hoped he’d turn back to his work and drop the upsettingly awkward conversation, Donnie’s softly confused gaze stayed fixed on you.
It made your stomach churn in a manner halfway between flustered and unbearable - that was to say, leaving sounded like a viable option.
“You know what? I might go get a snack or something; it’s been a minute since I had anything so...”
“Right. Want me to have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fetch you something?”
“No!” You took a deep breath upon realizing you were nearly shouting. “No, that’s quite alright. I don’t mind moving around a little bit.”
“Oh. Okay.” Donnie remained wide-eyed and immobile, tracking you curiously even as you moved for the door. He probably kept that up as long as he could, as long as you were in his sight before going back to work, not that you knew for certain, of course. You had squared your shoulders and rushed out as swiftly as possible, only easing up when you reached the kitchen.
You set straight to work on that snack and a warm drink to help you recuperate.
With a sigh, you prepped a kettle on the stove, leaving it to boil as you ventured mindlessly to the pantry.
After retrieving something to munch on, something easily poppable, you returned to an eagerly whistling kettle, the contents of which you quickly emptied into an eagerly awaiting mug. You plucked a tea bag from the cabinet adjacent to the stove and dunked it in, setting a timer.
As the tea steeped, you tried not to do so in your thoughts. Swimming and swarming uncomfortably through your brain with unpleasant reminders of how unfairly you’d behaved earlier, how unfair the circumstances around how averse you felt toward simple contact were-
No, not going there right now. You busied yourself with snagging pieces of your snack, losing your thoughts under the fervent sound of crunching and grinding and-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Right. The tea.
Steeping over and tea bag tossed, you gathered your bearings and paused in the doorway. On one hand, you could go back to the lab and talk things out like a sensible person. On the other hand, cowering away in Donnie’s room was also there.
“Psh.” You shook your head lightly at yourself and trudged your way to his room, ever the craven.
You sipped at your earl grey contentedly, navigating around stacks of thick books and planters filled with rich soil and plum-colored tradescantia. Donnie, ever the botanist at heart.
Following the oh-so-perilous journey across his purple-fluorescently lit room, you settled on his mattress. Something struck you as funny in a deprecating sort of way when you sat - going into his room uninvited and making yourself at home on his bed seemed less intimate than simply coming into contact with him. Maybe you were just desensitized to eradicating his personal space but still quite opposed to doing the same with his personal bubble.
Yes, it was funny. Pathetic, too, but ironically funny nonetheless.
You couldn’t remember the last time you purposefully came into contact with someone and liked it. Like, genuinely, when was the last time you were touched?
Yes, sometimes it happened out of necessity - someone helping fasten on a bracelet’s clasp or zip up an outfit or something of the sort - other times it happened by accident - like earlier - but other than that, you hadn’t the foggiest idea of when you’d last sought intentional contact with anyone. All you knew was that it had been a painfully long time which made it a painfully sore subject.
The quiet shuffle of steps made a sudden appearance, ones you could recognize as Donnie’s without even looking up. So you didn’t.
A weight settled a considerable distance away from you on the bed, the sounds of the anxious pops of phalanges and the wringing of wrists making it even more apparent it was him.
You took a long, slow sip of your tea, savoring the last bit of warmth cascading down your throat before deftly discarding the empty mug on his busied nightstand.
You shuffled.
Talking, right? That was what was supposed to, what needed to come next, right?
Hashing it out verbally, coming to a resolution, going back to sitting in the lab with hardly a word exchanged and certainly no skin brushing by skin.
How do you ask someone why they scarcely touch you without sounding inappropriate or impotent? Not exactly a normal thing to ask. Or feel.
And how do you describe the niche feeling of wanting to feel any kind of contact but only under the most specific of circumstances?
Daunting, it was. All of it.
“Do you want to talk about earlier?” Donnie broke the silence.
The shake of your head was nigh indiscernible, but he perceived it nonetheless.
He twiddled his thumbs.
You cleared your throat.
He looked up from his lap.
You cautiously extended your arms out. An invitation to skip the words and go straight to the resolution.
Hesitantly, his hand met yours, the feeling electric, burning as his digits slid across yours to take gentle hold of you.
The two of you met eyes and, upon seeing no disapproval, continued with the utmost care.
You couldn’t recall which one of you moved to lay down first, but the other quickly reciprocated the shift, both of you ending up facing each other on silken violet sheets.
Legs tangled lightly for the purpose of pulling each other closer.
Tridactyl hands lightly glided to your sides, as if handling something delicate.
Yours made their way up, joining together behind his neck.
“I’m being so honest right now: if you want to stop, we’re stopping,” you voiced quietly yet surely.
Lazy circles on your hips drawn by his thumbs drew you in, drawn by thumbs that had increasingly more bravado by the second.
“Seriously, any moment you’re done, we’re done.”
A low hum sounded his amusement.
“Not as in done done, like done with this specific-”
“Respectfully,” Donnie interjected lightheartedly, “shut up. I’m good if you’re good.”
“…”
The silence this time once again carried an awkward air, but it was decidedly less insufferable.
Another second was spent before he cleared his throat, not wanting to misinterpret your silence. “You’re good?”
“Mmhm.”
“Then it’s good.”
With that, you decided his advice to shut up was the best idea you’d heard all day and did so, nuzzling your face into his neck sleepily. The reverberating churr and tighter hold you received in return were exquisite.
Oftentimes words proved to be the best and most concise way to convey a message; however, sometimes actions took that distinction, able to show as opposed to tell certain ineffable things.
Atoms
Starring the 2012 turtles, based on a conversation between me and my younger siblings.
"I'm stabbing you I'm stabbing you!!" Raphael exclaimed as he gestured as if he was plunging a knife into his little brother's back.
"I have a shield," Mikey managed to say through giggles.
Mikey had been trying to pet Spike while Donnie was holding him and Raph was petting him. Every time Raph would shoo him away, Mikey would just come back after only waiting a second. After a few moments of this, Raph had enough and whipped around to Mikey. Thus, here they are, using invisible weapons on each other.
Debatable
2012 Leonardo x reader (platonic)
"My favorite part in every episode is when that guy slaps that other guy," You murmured, leaning into the couch with your arms crossed.
On the TV, space heroes was playing. You and Leo were currently watching it in the lair. An empty pizza box was a few seats away from you, the turtle brothers demolished it hours ago.
Sorry I've been quiet. I was hit with a sudden urge to sew, so...
Donnie originally was going to have a smile like the first two but his expression killed me after the first four stitches so I decided to keep him that way.
some soft, sweet and domestic moments for the boys this valentines day!