#tmnt 2012 x reader

[justicethebest1]

The day I figure out how to block tags, is the day I can rest peacefully.

[delulu-julia]

Interrupted make-out

(When ur kiss with them turns into a full-blown make-out until someone walks in) (Romantic, gn reader)

It was accidental kiss. But then, one second you’re just catching your breath — next, you’re pressed up against a wall or couch or the floor, and their hands are everywhere but respectful. And of course… someone always walks in.

Leonardo

The kiss deepens. It’s slow, burning, as if he was waiting too long for the perfect moment. The embers of a fire that’s been waiting forever to ignite. You’re gripping the edge of his plastron, pulling him closer. He’s got one hand on your waist, the other trembling on your cheek

And then — boom.

“…Leonardo.”

He freezes. Back stiff. Lips still ghosting over yours. You slowly look past his shoulder—

Splinter is standing in the doorway. Dead silent.

Leo practically teleports away from you.

“SENSEI—! I—I was just—”

“Yes. I saw.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, it was, but not—!”

Splinter sips his tea.

“Train harder. You’ll need more focus next time.”

And walks away.

You snort. Leo dies inside, not being able to look at you this time

Raphael

It’s intense. Hot. He’s got you against a wall, your hands tangled around his neck, his grip rough on your waist. He’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. You can’t breathe — and you don’t want to.

And then, suddenly

“RAPH—?! What the actual—”

Raph turns his head, lips still slightly on your neck.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I can see that! In the middle of the dojo?! Really?!”

“You walked in. That’s your fault.”

You hide your face. Donnie flees. Raph just smirks and goes “Now where were we?”

Donatello

It was supposed to be one kiss. Maybe two. Now you’re both sitting on his bed, your legs over his, his bo forgotten on the floor. You’re straddling him, and the way he’s kissing you —careful, desperate, like you might disappear —is enough to melt every inch of you.

Then—

“Dude—WHOA—SORRY—!”

Donnie gasps so hard he headbutts you by accident.

“OW—Donnie!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—WAIT—GET OUT—!”

“I’M ALREADY GONE BRO GOOD LUCK!!”

You both collapse in laughter. Donnie’s face is red for days.

Michelangelo

You’re laughing, lying on the couch, and suddenly Mikey’s on top of you, kissing the air out of your lungs. It starts fun —then it gets heavy. Hands. Tongue. Teeth.

You moan his name once, and he loses it. He kisses you like he’s starving. And then—

“WHAT THE—”

“OH COME ON, NOT ON THE COUCH—!”

Mikey doesn’t even stop. He just yells:

“CLOSE THE DOOR OR JOIN IN, GUYS!”

“MIKEY—!”

He throws the nearest pillow at them

Been felling sad and wanted something super fluffy, so decided to write dis. And yeah, for everyone who requested, I’m so sorry, I didn’t have energy to do ur request, but I hope I’ll get better lately🙏 it might be a little short guys. So yeah go kiss ur turtle!!

[sparklingsencha]

Prompt: "What's your type?" - In which you're asked what your ideal partner is, and they fit the bill. Variant: 2012! TMNT (Characterization fits for Bayverse as well aside from a few 2012 plot refs.) Characters: Leo, Don, Raph, Mike Format: Headcannons ^-^ Warnings: None. Request: N/A. SenchaOriginal

From teens way in over their heads and the world on their shoulders, to seasoned young adults that are still guessing how to make it in this crazy world. In the years you've been friends with the Hamatos, April O'Niel, and Casy Jones, you've never shown romantic interest in anyone. Not a hint, always the type to keep your cards close.

While vigilantes, highschool dropouts (*cough*Casey*cough*), and mutants alike - everyone has a type. A want for a special connection. Even if romance and friendship created drama that felt so small compared to the world turned upside down. It was those small conflicts that made everyone still feel like normal teenagers in the past. Even if many loves died out or never had a chance. C'est la vie.

Everyone had their story to reflect on and endure some nostogic teasing over...except for you.

Until one evening, when everyone's together in the lair in celebration of April being promoted from writing the daily horoscope to being an actual, bonified reporter for NY Times. Finally, out of the office and onto the field.

The Hamato brothers share in their favorite pizza, fighting over who gets the last slice of cheese when the only other option is Mikey's jelly-bean-and-habenero experimentation.

Meanwhile April, Casey, and yourself idle on the side with a few drinks. The brothers never partook, one of their few rules as on-call ninja. Intoxication wasn't a risk worth taking when there are other indulgences to relax with.

You weren't much of a drinker yourself, always willing to be the designated driver whenever April wanted a girls night out. Yet tonight you were all safe in the lair, and she was so happy that you figure a margarita won't hurt. Not enough to get hammered, but you were feeling the flush in your cheeks early on and the burn in your veins just turned from uncomfortable to toasty warm. Everyone's having a good time for what feels like months of grinding, and you're happy to idle as they all chat away.

Right when you go to lick the salt rim and ease off with some water, both April and Casey seemed to conjoin their remaining brain cells. When April slides off her seat to squeeze in next to yours, you cock a brow mid-suck on a lime wedge.

"Y'know...there's something I always wondered about you but never had the guts to ask." She said, her words slurring on their tails yet not incomprehensible, and your interest piqued.

You take a sip, putting a pin in grabbing water. "You shouldn't be afraid to ask me anything, April. I have nothing to hide from family."

That's all she needed to hear.

"Okay...biting the bullet then, but do you have a type?"

Ah.

You stiffen just as Casey slings his arm over your shoulder. He reeks of cheap beer bought from some guy behind a seven-eleven.

"Uh," your tongue hangs to dry, "I beg your pardon?"

Casey groans, "Dude! It's not that hard of a question. Do you like, got, anything? For the whole..yaknow..." He waggles his eyebrows too close to your face for comfort, and you shove him off on instinct. He hits the concrete ground with a weak groan. Yup. Definitely cheap beer.

"I was expecting a genuine concern, not some latent teenage gossip," you snicker, still with a bit of your wits.

Aside from Mikey and Raph sharing a high-five at Casey's expense, you miss how the brothers' conversation drifts to a standstill.

"Oh c'mon," April rolls her eyes, "you're so overdue for this it isn't even funny! Let loose for once in your life!"

Your lips purse, unsure if the flush on your collar is from the alcohol or how curious she seems to be. April's doe-eyes glaze over as she fixes you with the same dejected look that got her the bed back at the farmhouse, while you slept in a cocoon on the floor.

Casey pulls himself to a tilting sit, clutching his head.

"Not cool man," he shoots you a weak glare, "not cool. I bet you reproduce by...by...mee-toe-says...or whatever it's called."

From a few feet away Donatello scoffs under his breath, ''It's mitosis, you lug. Crack a book."

It's not that you don't have any interest, but there is someone in this very room that you would prefer to not connect any dots. With a friendship so precious it wears the cloak of family, you have been exceedingly careful to not lose what took so long to build.

"Please? Just a bit of gossip? We're basically blood, how does it look if I don't at least know wat kind of fictional character you like on tv!"

See, sober April would never say something like that. Yet with sweat dripping down your ass and Casey thinking he's smart by subtly pouring a bit more vodka out of the communal pitcher and into your cup...the mind slips.

Before you can gather some common sense, the buzz takes initiative. You feel better, a bit looser, and decide to let yourself speak unfiltered for the first time in years.

"Fine," you sigh and stretch to kick Casey square in his back for the earlier jab, "I do have...a preference, I guess. It's..."

Leonardo

“Mmm. The responsible sort. Yes, darlin'. Look at you paying your taxes. So so so sexy, mhm. Kill that spider for me. Fold that laundry. Vacuum under the couch. Be punctual to your appointments. Text me you’re home safe at night and I’m already halfway there. Love me enough to tell me when things need fixin’ for us and be part of the process.”

Pause.

Hard pause, because what spirit just posessed you to speak like that? Leo cannot recall a day in your shared time where your words ever came so dazed and soaked in honey. He’s known your compassion but is this what the voice in your head sounds like?

Leo is a turtle that respects boundaries. He was one more push from Casey from inserting himself into the conversation and bailing you out. Yes, it was April's big night. Yes, the gossip is relatively harmless.

Okay. Maybe the second statement isn't true. You are under the influence and may have regrets tacked alongside a hangover tomorrow.

And he? ...while Leonardo was curious, he was also afraid to hear the answer. Master Splinter raised the brothers to face their fears, to not let them control their actions, yet he was also raised to be a gentleman. Aged past your shared troublesome youth, he would not press for more. Having you in his life was already enough. The turtles could only welcome so many into their lives.

Complicating what you had with romance was too risky...and while Leader, there were some fears even Leo had trouble recognizing. Let alone internalizing and acting on. He had so much to learn before he could be on par with his Sensei.

Maybe he never would be. Maybe life was just meant to always have that feeling of something to risk. He didn’t know, and no one could offer an answer.

He always thought you would find a human in time. Like April and Casey found each other. Someone that might pull you from the Hamatos circle and into a life that resembled normalcy. Someone he and his brothers would have to welcome. For all his fears, Leo didn't think you would be with anyone they couldn't trust. You would never leave them. You were too devoted…a blessing, and a guilt on his shoulders.

You were smart. Careful. You always listened if they had a concern, even Mikey with his superstitions. If any of his family did not approve, you would cut the chord instantly. He wondered for a time if that pressure is what kept you from making long lasting connections with other humans. That it was their fault.

Leo thought about the type of person you'd spend your life with more than he should. He had no right, no claim to you, but it was always a matter of 'when' in his eyes. Not an 'if,' because who wouldn't want you? Someday. Somehow. You’d get there, and the circle in this room would change, and he’d have to accept it.

He just never had a clear picture of who YOU wanted...and now that he does? He isn't sure what to do with the information.

So he is the one to grab you that glass of water, steal that last slice of good pizza for your stomach, and offer his bed until you're sober enough to go home.

Yet when the party is over, and everyone's dispersed? April and Casey knocked out in the conversation pit. Raph to his room, Mikey at the TV, and Donnie off to tinker away in his lab...

Leo scrolls through his phone while sitting outside his bedroom in case you need him, shell against the door, and clicks your chat. While more of a 'phone call' guy than a texter, he's never once forgotten to tell you when he's back home safe and say goodnight.

Raphael

“Someone a lil’ wild, like - yes king. Let’s paint the town on a Monday night. That’s right. A work night. Ghost pepper nachos and the shittiest daft punk on hand. Remind me that I’m alive and not just surviving, and I’m yours.”

Barks a laugh. Except it’s not funny. Not one bit. Raphael is instantly put in the position of second male lead in his life.

He is not an idiot. That description is too specific to be about a general population. The hooded look in your eyes suggests that you have someone in mind and no one else will do.

Raph’s a guy that likes his privacy as much as the next. At first he found your reclusive nature off-putting. You were too much like an adult for him to vibe with when he was a teenager, but after the Kraang invasion? He understood. Shit happens that we can’t control, and it makes us that way

Someone always has to step up to the plate. While the start was full of wariness and distrust, Raph was just worried for his family. Humans never did them much good and he couldn’t read you like April, or relate to you like Casey.

Yet he always respected you.

If you ask when that changed to something more, he wouldn’t be able to name an exact moment. More like the attraction was always there. It takes a strong person to lay down roots in a concrete canyon like New York. You didn’t talk, but you were always there.

In his eyes, you probably had a life of your own up top. Some guy buying you flowers that none of them knew about. Did the thought piss him off? Yeah. It did, but you had a good head. No one’s going to be worthy of you in his eyes, but you look happy most days when he swings by your balcony. So you can have your secrets. He’ll leave it be…which for Raph, is basically a testament in itself.

All this is why Raphael can’t help but laugh, because that ideal description of yours fits him perfectly. He could walk into his room right now and find a shit daft punk CD from the 2010s in under ten seconds. He could jump from rooftop to rooftop with you in his arms until you have no choice but to look as the ground closes in. He could do it all on a work night, pick you up when your thread is thin and show you what it’s like to be young. To exchange flow in the way he once thought impossible.

Yet this faceless bastard gets the privilege to put that hooded, infatuated look on your face. When the only thing he has that Raph doesn’t is five posable fingers.

He’s human, and Raph’s not. All those times he reminded Donnie back when they were, and how humans could never look at them in that way, were really just freudian slips.

Raphael tunes out the rest of your conversation, sparing just enough of his effort to grab three glasses of water. No favoritism.

While the three shitfaced humans sober down, he goes to get some punches in on his old training dummy. Stuck in his mind like he’s been for years, Raph misses how your glazed-over infatuation never strays from his shell.

Donatello

“Functioning brain cells. If I don’t need to think my responses through then I don’t want him. Call me a masochist but I like to work for it. I have to look at him and know we’re not the same puzzle, but two that when put together crack the code of life. I need a man that can handle a whole woman and keep the chemistry. Pun intended.”

Donatello never fully recovered from his feelings for April. She would always be his first. His first friend, his first human contact, his first lab partner, his first crush.

Yet she wasn’t his first love. It took time and much reflection, but at some point he realized that what he felt for her was a deep seeded admiration. She was the first person to take his work seriously and genuinely express an interest in him as a living, sentient being. That protectiveness he felt for her was love, but not the romantic kind. He was just so afraid of all those firsts being taken away.

So yes. April will always have a special place in his heart. Her rejection also lead to him building carefully constructed walls around the organ.

Donatello had to accept that he could never be someone that he is not, and rather than looking for someone who has what he is ‘missing,’ he should hold his heart in hand and wait for the one who compliments it. If they never come, it would be okay. There are many forms of love.

Agape. Eros. Philia. Pragma. Mania. Ludus. Storge. Philautia.

Donatello was content to be as he was and care for the people he considered family and friends in his own way. He would not force anything.

Which is why when you spoke those words, his pulse jumped. His breath hitched in his chest, coming out a wheeze through his front teeth.

The ideal you described was exactly the same as his. Donatello wasn’t afraid of a challenge and he hoped that one day there would be someone who looked at him and thought he was the equation they were meant to spend years theorizing over.

And you…felt the same. He always suspected you were of alike minds on the matter. Was he curious why you never sought company? Certainly. Yet he understood how hard it was to open up, show someone all the gears that make your heart tick.

When he was still hung up on April, you helped him bare those pieces to her without judgement. And when he had to move on, he had to find the strength alone, but you helped him think of a new system for his cogs. One that still had April in it, and still had space for hope.

You were special. Always. To him. There has never been a doubt in his mind of that.

Which is why Donnie wonders, even if it is a fleeting moment, that if he cracks his chest open and lines his gears up next to yours…would they create something brilliant? Maybe with you, he might find that final first.

Michelangelo

“Silly billies. Like…golden retriever energy, y’know? If I don’t know you love me then we’re not meant to be. If I feel comfortable telling you that I just ripped a fart higher hit than MJ’s ‘teehee’? It just won’t work. When we get 4:00 am gas station sodas together and high off life itself, then I’ll have found my man.”

Michelangelo always knew you had a silly side. He has a sixth sense for this kind of thing, trust. Getting you to laugh was one of the easiest things in the world, because while you held back? Dr. Prankenstein never missed. There was always the gentle shake of your head before helping him out of a mess. The crinkle of your eyes when someone made a fart joke or anything April told him belonged at a playground.

You were way simpler minded than everyone thought, and Mikey was the one to figure it out first.

Whoopie cushion. Toothpaste filled Oreos. ‘Kick me’ signs. Off-tone singing while on a drive in the Shellrazor (purposeful, but he won’t admit it). Nights tucked under the blankets with old cartoons and buttery popcorn fingers.

You loved all of it.

And that meant a lot to Mikey.

Deep down, you were just as silly as him. He saw the cracks of yellow in your soul. If he had to draw it, the aura would be a meld of carnation and ivory. Except Mikey kept his energy high, his smiles big, so that his family would never get too serious - and you? You restrained that childlike wonder, so that when times got tough they could join in alongside him.

You held it together, but Mikey knew that the little things were what kept you…well, happy. Sparkling. Yeah. You could be a buzzkill sometimes…but it was usually because you cared. You never got mad unless someone was hurt really bad or told a lie.

From the very beginning, Mikey liked you. A lot. Buzzkill moments and all. He smiled big for his family, but for you? He did it just right. You were golidilox, and he was the perfect porridge. Enough to pull the carnation from where you hid it away when you least expected it,without losing your mix of ivory.

And he was confident that no one else could be the perfect porridge. Human. Mutant. Whatever. Maybe he was scared to act on how he felt, but that’s just because of timing. It was never good enough. Stupid Shredder. Stupid Foot. Stupid Kraang. Stupid people screaming when he tried to snag a few flowers of some lady’s balcony.

When you answer, Mikey’s already across the room. April yelps when he plucks you from the chair, spilling margarita and sending the other two humans to fall in on their own weight.

He spins until your laughter turns to a gag, and then makes a mad dash for the bathroom with his brothers yelling after him for being too reckless. Maybe so, but Mikey will make sure that tomorrow you’ve got a reason to smile through the hangover. After your guts empty and he snags you that 4am soda.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! I wish you a happy new year!!

If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you please do some headcannons for the 2012 boys for the following scenario: The guys (aged-up) either have a partner or a crush, and they get their first boner when their partner/crush comes around the lair one day wearing more revealing clothing because there's been a heat wave in New York? Like tight shorts, tank tops, etc. It's the first time it happened so how would they react, would they get embarassed, whose soul leaves their body if the crush/partner notices it, who wants to get swallowed up into a hole, who tries to play it off smooth and fails totally, I think it would be fun to see their reactions lol, love your stuff!!

His First Time Getting Hard Around You (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: This one has been swimming around in the back of my head for some time, and I've finally been able to write it! Hope you'll enjoy!💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Crush, established relationships, fantasying, turtley anatomy, boner?, member dropping, implied sex.

Leonardo:

Leo had had a crush on you for quite some time, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it and keep his feelings buried deep within himself, he couldn’t stop his feelings from growing bigger and stronger as the time passed on. But nothing could have prepared him for more than just his feelings growing bigger and stronger…

It was on a Friday evening, when you had come by the lair to hang out with the turtles, and watch a few movies with them. The usual stuff you guys did together. But today, Leo just couldn’t keep his eyes from you…

He sat on the couch, watching you in one of the bean bags. You were totally focused on what was happening on screen, not noticing the way Leo’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in all of your curves. The way your jeans hugged your thighs, and the way your top made your breast look so much bigger than usual.

Leo just couldn’t help himself as his eyes stayed on you, his slowly stripping you of clothes, until you laid naked in the bean bag. In his head it was suddenly just you and him in the lair, and in his thoughts you were looking at him, asking him to come over so you could help him… Help him? Help him with what?

That was when Leo felt it, and when he looked down, he found to his horror that his thought about you naked had excited him. Enough to make the head of his member press against the inside of his cloaca, threatening to drop out.

In his mortified state, Leo stood straight up, made sure not to make eye contact with you, before sprinting straight for his bedroom, leaving you and his brothers confused, wondering what on had Leo running like that.

Raphael:

You and Raphael had been dating for quite some time, but still hadn’t gotten around to tell your friends and family about it. Instead you decided to keep it a secret, giving each other glances from across the room, trying not to blush or smile too much, alerting the others to what was going on between the two of you.

Raph wasn't sure what was going on with him, when you came down to the lair one day. Maybe it was because spring was getting closer, or maybe his head had just finally started to catch up with the fact that you were dating. But Raph just couldn't stop imagining you in rather compromising positions.

Watching you sitting on the couch, Raph imagined himself walking over and spreading your legs open for him, before burying his face deep between your thighs, making you push him further into you while throwing your head back in loud pleasure. Or noticing you looking at your nails, pickinging your hand wrapped around his member, with your pretty eyes looking up at him. Or when you stood in front of him, and he just couldn't help but stare at your ass, picturing all of the things he could do to you from behind.

And of course, with all of these amazingly juicy thoughts making their way through his head, it was no wonder that Raph started to feel his member harden within him.

When Raph finally managed to get a moment alone with you, he decided he could no longer hide what you had been doing to him all day. And he was not the least bit embarrassed to let you know.

While you were alone, Raph walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder, slowly swaying the two of you from side to side.

“You know what?”, he asked. You answered you didn't know. “I'm hard for you”.

This may or may not have ended with the two of you locking yourself in Raph's room, so that you could take care of his hard on.

Donatello:

It hadn’t been long after you and Donatello had finally started to date, meaning that the two of you were still figuring out the nature of your relationship, and just how you worked best together.

There was many things in your relationship that was new to both of you, especially when it came to the physical part. Well, with the exception of cuddling. Donnie had been a sucker for cuddling ever since day one, using every given opportunity to hold you close.

It was one of your weekly date nights, meaning that Donnie was over at your apartment to spend the night with movies, food and general quality time. You were hanging out together in your bedroom, talking about your day and cuddling up, as the two of you usually would do together.

Donnie was cuddling you as the big spoon, holding you close against him, so that your back was pressed against his plastron, and his snout buried in your hair. It was greatly comforting for him to be able to smell your hair, and close his eyes, as he listened to your voice as you told him about the things you had going on before he came over.

It was while Donnie laid there, feeling warm and comfortable, cuddling you in your bed, that his thoughts began to drift. Thoughts about the two of you together. About how happy you made him. About how beautiful you were… so beautiful…

You and Donnie both felt it around the same time. You felt something hard poke against your back, just as Donnie felt his hardened member slip out of him.

Donnie would have liked to be cool and collected, but instead he panicked, feeling embarrassed, trying his best to cover up his arousal for you. But you weren't panicked or embarrassed, but instead interacted and curious.

Later on when Donnie at times would get embarrassed for getting hard around you, you would often remind him that had he not gotten hard that one night as you were cuddling, then maybe it would have taken far longer before the two of you finally became sexually intimate with each other.

Michelangelo:

Things had been building up between you and Mikey for some time now. It was becoming more and more obvious that you no longer viewed each other as friends, but had started to wish for something more. What exactly you wished for was still a little hard to tell, and both of you were too nervous to ask, fearing it would bring it all to an end.

With tension so strong and flirting between the two of you, neither of you could hold back the lingering glances or the increasingly flirty smile and looks. And it only seemed to grow stronger and stronger day by day. Until one day the tension broke and there was no going back.

How and why you were hanging out alone with Mikey in his room was not so important. But what was important was what was going to happen in his room.

You sat together and were talking about whatever. Or at least you were talking. Mikey had zoned out while just staring at you.

His eyes were almost shameless in the way they undressed you, lingering long all over your body; on your lips, wondering how they would feel on his, or imagining them wrapped around him… Your hands and how they would feel on his body… Your hips and how they would move against him… So many hot and sweet thoughts Mikey welcomed with open arms.

Mikey didn't notice that you had stopped talking, nor that his own body had reacted to his lewd thoughts. Instead he continued to stare at you, until you finally managed to grab his attention back to you.

“Do you need help with that?”, you asked, gesturing towards the clear indication of arousal, that Mikey somehow hadn't noticed dropping out of him, and now stood long and hard for you to see.

And from that point on, you and Mikey did not have to fantasies about each other any longer, without getting to act out those fantasies.

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[yuzurina]

KING AND LIONHEART

Parenting never comes easy to anyone. This includes four mutant turtles who have to deal with the trials and tribulations of their children growing up. content: 2012!turtles // hurt & comfort // implied biological children but no mention of pregnancy

LEONARDO

“Leo, you’re going to have to let go of her now.”

“It’s okay, she barely weighs anything.”

“I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about her.” You chide, crossing your arms in an attempt to be firm. However, much like how Leo is weak to the little girl in his arms, you’re weak to him, too. “If you pick her up every time she asks, she wouldn’t want to move around at all. Just yesterday, she refused to walk from her room to the kitchen.”

“She’s fine.” Leo dismisses, though the twinge of guilt in his expression betrays him—he knows you’re making a valid point. He adjusts his grip on the toddler who has dozed off against his shoulder, keeping a steady hand on her back. You narrow your eyes at him in warning, and he holds out for a sparing few seconds before relenting, slumping in defeat.

“Okay, when she wakes up, I’ll let her walk the rest of the way.” Leo sighs. You relax at his admission, satisfied as you lean up to affectionately peck his cheek.

“Thank you for your noble sacrifice.” You tease, looping your arm around him. “What’s up with you lately? You seem upset.”

Leo’s gaze averts to the concrete path behind him, lips pressed tightly together. Over the years you two have been together, you can recognise when he’s deep in thought.

“... She’s a little heavier now.”

This gives you pause, your brows furrowing as you tilt your head lightly in confusion.

“I thought you said she barely weighs anything?”

“She doesn’t,” Leo hastily agrees, his eyes darting between you and his daughter. “But still, she’s getting bigger.”

You almost remark with “Well, children tend to do that” until you catch the faraway gleam in his eyes. Suddenly, it dawns on you what this is about, a sharp prick stabbing in your heart when you glance at your child’s innocent, slumbering face. You remember her being so tiny when she was born, attributed to her turtle genes. Yet, within the blink of an eye, she can now heave herself up the steps of the dojo to reach her dad. With a pit in your stomach, you think of the day you and Leo will set her down, and not pick her up again.

“... I want to carry her when we’re heading back.” You quietly add, snuggling closer to Leo’s side. He responds by gently knocking his head against yours, not saying a word.

RAPHAEL

Despite all the anxieties Raph had about being a father, there is one thing he took pride in—his ability to bond with his daughter over anything. She wanted to have princess-themed tea parties? Raph felt no shame in rocking a frilly skirt and tiara. She wanted to play with monster trucks and action figures? Raph will set up an elaborate cityscape with building blocks just for her to terrorise it as Godzilla. With his sprawling list of interests, spending time with his daughter would never be an issue.

He was proven wrong one faithful Valentine's Day when he found her in her room scribbling on a pink-coloured card. When he crouched down to ask who it was for, you think he went a shade pale in green.

“Who is Blake?” He questions through gritted teeth as he pulls you aside, out of your daughter’s hearing range, as she continues to doodle on her piece of paper.

“Raph, you’ve met him.” You scold lightly, frowning. “He’s one of the kids the Mutanimals recently took in. The little mutant bear cub?”

Recognition flickers in his eyes as he finally remembers who you’re talking about, but immediately his features contort into something severe, and you can already wager a guess what he’s about to say.

“Not a word. He’s a sweet kid,” You chide, slapping a hand over his mouth. “I think it’s a good thing she’s making friends, and her crush on him is adorable.”

Raph looks as if he wants to argue, but deflates, knowing you’re right. Even though sentiments toward mutants have improved over the years, your daughter is still deprived of the typical social interactions that children her age should have. You know he’d put her happiness over anything, even if it meant braving through this unfamiliar and uncomfortable territory.

“Dad, dad!” She raises her head as she lies on her belly, looking at him inquisitively. “Can you help me draw? You make it prettier.”

“Don’t worry, she still needs her dad around.” You coo teasingly, nudging him towards her. He shoots you a wry glance, though the corner of his lips is quirked up as he strides over to his little girl.

“So what do you want on here?” He asks, sitting cross-legged beside her. He listens carefully as she starts giving directions on her artistic vision. You smile fondly at the scene, at least up until the moment you hear Raph instruct her on how to bite boys if they are mean to her.

“Raphael!”

DONATELLO

You had worried that there would be a very real risk of Donnie being a permissive parent when your child was born. Your fear wasn’t completely unfounded—in the early years of getting to know him, he’d bend over backwards to appease your whims, despite your initial discomfort. After a lot of time and progress, he eventually learned how to treat you as an equal rather than put you on a pedestal, being both a loving partner while playfully bantering with you.

So, when your baby arrived in the world, you were overwhelmed with nerves about having to play the role of the kill-joy parent while Donnie did whatever he could to stay on their good side.

You were proven wrong in the worst way possible—because your child is the kind of kid who needed at least two buzzkill parents. Apparently, not only did they inherit Donnie’s starry-eyed curiosity, but much like a younger Donnie, they didn’t quite understand where their limits ended.

You had been in the middle of breakfast when you heard an ear-rupturing boom sound from outside. You jump to your feet instantly while Donnie nearly tips over his cup of coffee, racing to the source of the sound. The shed—which also happens to be your child’s makeshift lab—comes into view, but before Donnie can force it open, the door swings ajar as your kid staggers out, coughing into a closed fist.

“Too much black powder.” They wheeze, waving their hand over their face, their face caked with soot.

“Are you okay?” Donnie frets, yanking them closer to him as he inspects them for any visible injuries, while your eyes dart between the smoky shed and your child. When Donnie manages to confirm that they are fine, his expression twists from wide-eyed worry to frustration. “What did I tell you about messing around without supervision?!”

“But I’m totally fine!” They argue back, frowning. “See, the shed is still standing.”

“You could have caused a huge explosion!” Donnie reprimands, pointing from the shed to you. “Not only could you have been seriously hurt, but so could the rest of your family!”

Their face crumbles at the reminder, appearing remorseful as their round brown eyes flicker to you. Your heart clenches at the sight, but you force yourself to remain straight-faced.

“Sorry…” They mumble, and much like you, Donnie’s tense expression eases at their evident regret. Yet, this is not his first rodeo, and likely won’t be his last as he sighs heavily, pinching the space between his eyes.

“Grounded for a week, and you’re cleaning up the shed.” He mutters. Their lips press into a firm line, but otherwise they don’t argue, walking back inside the house with a little more force in their steps than usual. As the door shuts behind them, Donnie slumps in on himself.

“I almost gave in.” He admits quietly to you as you reach over to rub his shoulder comfortingly.

“I know, me too. They’re getting a little too good at the puppy-dog eyes.” You agree. “I think we’ll have to cut Mikey’s babysitting hours next month.”

MICHELANGELO

“Michelangelo.”

When he hears your voice flood from the speaker of his phone, he audibly gulps. He stifles a cough into his closed fist, fixing himself upright before he responds.

“Hey, doll.” He plasters on a nervous grin, despite knowing you can’t see him. “What’re you—”

“I know you picked our son up from school five hours early, Mikey!” You snap without greeting, your pitch high enough to cause the audio to crackle. “How come our fifteen-year-old is responsible enough to tell me but not you?”

Mikey knows his priority should be to descalate and calm you down. However, he can’t help but feel a wave of bitterness wash over him when you talk to him as if he were some sort of idiot. Quickly taking his phone off speaker, he glances in the direction of the restroom where his son had excused himself, just to make sure he isn’t around to hear this.

“We’re just grabbing food.” Mikey defends, and despite his hushed tone, he’s unable to hide the sharpness in his intonation. “Relax, okay? He never skips school.”

“Yes, Mikey, he doesn’t skip school because I’m the one responsible for making sure he gets there on time.” You seethe through gritted teeth, slamming your hand on the horn when a car is too slow to move at a green light. “I only asked you to start picking him up because I have to stay later at work, but only a week in and you’re pulling him out of class just for fun?”

His fingers drum against the slightly sticky table, his eyes flickering to the scenery outside. Something tugs at his heartstrings when he sees a young father and a son pass by, with the young boy animatedly chatting with his dad as he hops over the concrete lines in the pavement.

“... We’re getting old.” He abruptly states, his void of any irritation or mirth. The silence from your end is deafening. “My knees hurt when shredding rad moves on my board, I get sick going on super fast rollercoasters, and I can barely last two hours on rooftop runs. I’m too old to be his dad.”

There is an enduring pause, though when you speak, your voice wobbles.

“Mikey, we couldn’t have had him at a more perfect time.” You assert. “You and I wanted to figure out our lives before we settled for anything serious. If we had had him any earlier, we couldn’t have given him everything he needed. Plus, he isn’t the type of kid who likes going to skateparks or rollercoasters.”

“He should be. It’s like he popped out thirty years old.” Mikey lets out a wet chuckle, and he hears a quivering laugh from you as well. His voice drops as he hears a door creak open, realising his time with you is short before his son reaches the table. “Sorry, I know I screw up.”

“... Next weekend, let’s take a road trip somewhere far. We’ll rent an RV and everything. You can even go bungee jumping to convince us all you’ve still got it.” You suggest, and Mikey feels his chest lighten at the prospect.

“I love you.” He declares soulfully, bordering on dramatic, and he hears you giggle from the other line.

“Love you too. Enjoy your lunch.”

Mikey pockets his phone in time for his son to arrive, settling himself down in the seat opposite him. He quickly unearths a bottle of hand sanitiser from his backpack, grimacing as he applies a generous amount to the palms of his hands.

“The bathrooms are disgusting.” He explains, before Mikey can ask. He peers over the other tables, lips curling to a frown. “Wait, didn’t that family come after us? What kind of service is this? I’m going to go complain at the counter.”

Mikey has never leapt up from his seat to stop someone so fast before.

[heartonmyshell]

When You Get Caught in the Crossfire (2012)

💚 2012 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚

A/N: Can we talk about how quickly the guys would drop everything if the reader was in actual danger? 🥺 Like, my brain chemistry has been permanently altered by the thought of them going total beast mode to protect you.

Enjoy! 😊

CWs: Some angst, implied/threatened physical harm, brief panic attacks & anxiety, and lots of protective comfort. All characters are aged-up.

LEO

Leo’s leadership brain instantly short-circuits before his protective instincts take over. The second he sees a Foot Soldier swing toward you, his usual tactical call-outs stop. He becomes lethal, efficient, and terrifyingly quiet. He will parry the attack, throw himself between you and the blade, and push you behind him.

He won’t let you out of his sight. He’ll order the closest brother to clear a path while he literally guides you out of the fray with one hand on your waist, using his free hand to slice through Foot bots.

Once you’re safe in an alley, or on a roof, his hands will be shaking. He’ll grip your shoulders, looking you up and down for injuries. He will blame himself entirely. Expect a very stern, slightly breathless lecture that is 100% fueled by the fear of losing you.

“What were you thinking?! You could have been— … just, please. Stay behind me. Always.”

RAPH

If a Foot Soldier so much as scratches you, Raph goes completely off the deep end. Any semblance of ninja discipline vanishes. He lets out a roar that echoes down the street, and his fighting style becomes utterly brutal. He isn’t just disabling Foot bots anymore; he is tearing them apart piece by piece.

He will bulldoze his way to you, throwing his body over yours like a literal shield if things are flying through the air. He’ll scoop you up over his shoulder or in his arms without a word and leap out of the fight, dumping you somewhere high and safe before diving right back in to finish the job.

When the dust settles, he storms back over to you, breathing heavily. He’s angry, but it’s entirely directed at the situation and his own inability to protect you fast enough. Although he might appear intimidating, his touch is incredibly gentle when he checks you for wounds. He’ll wrap his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder to hide how badly he’s trembling.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again. You hear me? Never.”

DONNIE

Donnie’s heart drops into his stomach. His brain instantly calculates every worst-case scenario and the trajectory of every weapon in the area. The panic makes him incredibly clumsy for a split second before his adrenaline kicks in.

He uses his staff to vault over the crowd, landing right in front of you. He deploys smoke bombs to blind the enemy. Then he grabs your hand, his grip tight, and uses his knowledge of the city’s rooftops and alleyways to guide you through a frantic but calculated escape route.

The second you’re safe, he goes into full medic mode. He’s scanning you for injuries, and his hands are hovering over you, unsure where to touch without hurting you. He’ll be rambling a mile a minute, his voice cracking, trying to process the trauma through data and medical checks until you grab his hands to calm him down.

“Your heart rate is completely elevated, and—and that blade missed you by three inches! Three inches! If I had been a second later, I—”

MIKEY

This is the quickest way to make Mikey drop the “goofy little brother” act entirely. The cheerful, joking demeanor vanishes instantly. His eyes narrow, his expression goes completely blank, and he enters a state of hyper-focus that rivals Leo’s.

Like a blur, he uses his insane agility to weave through the Foot Soldiers. He doesn’t just block; he uses his nunchucks to trip, disarm, and launch enemies away from you. He’ll grab you by the waist, use a grappling hook, and yank both of you up onto a high fire escape in the blink of an eye.

He’ll stand guard at the edge of the roof, scanning the area until he’s 100% sure the threat is gone. When he finally turns to you, the serious façade melts into tearful relief. He’ll throw his arms around your neck, squeezing the air out of you, crying into your hair because the thought of you getting hurt is his worst nightmare.

“Please tell me you’re okay. I was so scared! I thought—I thought they got you!”

[mci-writing]

do you think that the turtles have a type (personality wise) when it comes to romantic partners? if yes what are your headcanons?👀

A/n: I’m assuming you want the 2012!turtles bc I post about it so much, but I’m willing to talk about any other sets too!(Even tho I think the differences wouldn’t be that huge of a gap tbh-)

I do think they’re relatively open about looks and personality, but these are moreso what I think they’re drawn to! (I expect ppl to disagree 😭)

2012!Turtles’ Types in an S/o:

Leonardo:

Our Bi king thinks he’s in to “disciplined, strong fighters”, but I’m of the belief that’s partially true

Lowkenuinely, he’s actually really drawn to “rebels” or someone that would make him question the status quo. This is especially true if it’s someone that’s really strong in their beliefs about things (loud or quiet)

His s/o has to be someone that can call him out on his bullshit and challenge whether or not his goals are genuinely worth self sacrificial foolishness. He’ll complain, but he does love it in the long run

(Bonus points if they’re nerdy or dorky)

Even further, can’t see him pushing for a traditional or dainty partner situation. He would like someone on equal footing, who doesn’t necessarily have to be physically capable. Someone who’s willing to pull their weight (or at least tries to in some capacity) really sticks out

Also, you don’t have to find his jokes funny, but it’s definitely a plus if you at least acknowledge the effort he puts into them 😔

Raphael:

His type has me a little conflicted. So,,, I definitely see him pursuing or being interested in “strong fighters”, but I also think someone that can go toe for toe with his snark is probably enough tbh. Maybe just anyone that can take him in a (verbal or physical) fight?

Definitely needs someone he can turn his tough facade off and just be vulnerable with. Someone that understands he needs the space to sit with himself and recharge

Mentioned before he needs someone that can go snark for snark. If your sarcasm is top tier, he definitely gets little hearts in his eyes, BUT I don’t think he’d appreciate it being turned towards any of his brothers or closest friends.

Someone who’s kind to his family goes a long way with him. It rings especially true if they have the fire to backup standing up for them in some capacity (again, just verbally is waaay okay)

Also, please be kind to his adopted son. Treat Chompy as your own flesh and blood- BE WILLING TO DIE FOR CHOMPY.

Donatello:

Lowkenuinely, you might have to be smart to put this mf in his place- /hj

I kid, I kid, but he’s definitely drawn to someone that shows just a slight interest in the silly things he gets up to in his lab

An extremely curious person who can also listen really well is probably enough for him to be interested, especially if they give him a significant amount of personal attention-

That said, similar to Raph, he definitely has an affinity for someone that can go snark for snark. He loves someone that can do satisfying wordplay and can appreciate a well thought out joke or observation (but it’s not a requirement)

He would probably also benefit from someone that can tether his ego, but I think his brothers and the universe have that on lock… Actually, maybe he does need someone that can boost his ego

Also, he definitely likes someone that’s just a lil mean. Just a lil meanie. Even just someone that has a tendency to tease those around them gets him a little more excited than he’d like to admit

(He lowkey likes being yelled at idc what anyone says)

Michelangelo:

Imo, he’s the most flexible in terms of attractivity. I think he’s attracted to most personality types since he can gel so well with most anyone? Regardless, he IS the golden retriever in the relationship

However, I don’t think he wants anyone that infantilizes or babies him. He definitely wants someone that treats him as an equal or capable of being

Similar to Leo, he appreciates someone that can call him out when he’s wrong, but he also really appreciates when they can see where he’s coming from or where his head’s at. Really just someone understanding

And, while not a requirement, someone that knows how to have fun is definitely more his speed. He doesn’t care if you can dance or shred some rails on a skateboard. Moreso if you can just appreciate life and maybe vibe to a beat?

Also, they have to love Icecream Kitty… But, like, who doesn’t love his frosty daughter?

[dancingdonatello]

please could you write about the 2012 boys x a reader WHO THINKS THEY'RE SO CUTE AND LOVES RUBBING THEIR CHEEKS AND PETTING THEM? seriously they look like green gummy balls, i want to eat their heads and chew them forever 🙏

tmmt 2012 x gn reader

Leo blushed and tried to ignore you. Couldn’t you see he was busy watching a TV show? You threw yourself over his lap, staring up at him with heart eyes. Your hands pet down over his arms down to his hands.

You were so distracting… He forced his gaze onto the screen even when you traced over his plastron. He couldn’t let you win.

“Leo…” You whined for his attention, wanting to look at his pretty eyes. “Look at me, please?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Will ya stop it?!” Raph growled out as you tugged on his cheeks. He did nothing more than gently smack your hands away each time you went to grab him, knowing if he put any more effort into his movements, it would hurt you. “You’re so annoyin’.”

Yet, despite his words, he leaned into your one hand that stroked the sharp angle of his cheek, eyes fluttering shut somehow in angry manner. You giggled at him and he shot you a halfhearted glare.

Donnie tries to act like he doesn’t crave your affection, but in reality, it’s all he can ever think about. When he’s working on the shellraiser, he thinks of your hands on his cheeks and on his neck. He thinks of you pressing kisses to his face while he works. He’s a lovesick fool.

He thinks about it so much that he ends up doing it to you when you next see each other. He cups your face and looks down at you, all affectionate. It fries your brain immediately.

Mikey nuzzled into your hands, happily staring up at you. He loved it when you got affectionate like this. He flopped on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tracing his face. He had even taken off his mask to give you more access.

“Don’t stop!” He’ll whine when you pull your hands away, grabbing your wrists and giving you his wide-teary eyed stare that always gets him what he wants. Even when your arms grow tired, you keep it up.