Romantic moments with the boys/the most romantic things they've ever said to you
Leo
It's a lazy Sunday morning
you two are still in pj's and bustling round the kitchen making breakfast
it's not a productive day, you've both been so busy recently that you decided you need a rest day
as you're sitting at the table and Leo is pouring another cup of coffee he starts saying something but you don't quite hear it
"What? speak up, babe"
"I said, I used to think my life, my purpose, was fighting. Just being a weapon for good. But, if I could wake up at 2pm and roll over and kiss you and that's all I did with my day, that would give me greater meaning than any fight I could win"
you're shocked
at his tenderness, at his honestly, at the romance of it
"and no one would get hurt in the process" you reply
there's a moment of silence where you're just looking in each other's eyes
everything else seems to melt away.
Raph
He's a little drunk
but that's when the best stuff always comes out
you've both been partying in the lair, loud music, drinks flowing, dancing ect
he collapses on the bed and looks over at you, smiling
"what?" you demand
he chuckles and looks at the ceiling
"Y'know, I'm not the religious type and even if I was, there's no way I'm getting past the pearly gates but, I would gladly go to hell and tell them I've seen heaven without even entering it every time I've kissed you"
"you're drunk" you say
"I'm drunk sure, but tomorrow I'll wake up sober and you'll still be an angel"
Mikey
you've made cinnamon rolls
and you're sat on the floor of his room both stuffing your faces
he offers you the centre (the best part) of the last one
the sticky goodness of the icing still stuck to his fingers
you take it and happily eat it
"Why'd you always do that?" you ask "give me the best part?"
"I want to give you everything, the moon, the stars, the sun. But I can't do that, so the little things will have to do. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to give you the world"
"Mikey..." you begin "Don't get all soppy on me"
he flashes you a smile
"Bet I can chug more soda that you!"
and the moment is over, but you'll never forget what he said
Donnie
It starts as kind of an argument
"You're telling me you're a scientist and you know that energy can't be made or destroyed but you still think there's nothing after death? That we don't go anywhere, all the energy inside us?!"
"There's an argument to be made for that, yes. But the energy goes into the soil or heat if you're cremated! There is no next life, we're done"
"I refuse to believe that"
you give him that indignant look you always do when you know you're losing the argument
he laughs and then stops to think for a second
"Ok, I'll make you a deal. If there is a next life, promise me you'll find me in that one too? And the one after that? One lifetime isn't enough of you"
Wanderlust [TMNT 2007!Leo x Fem!Reader] Chapter 1 Teaser ;)
I wanted to share a part of chapter 1 from my full fanfiction for 2007 Leo! I've been writing like crazy for it, but I wanted to finish at least 5 chapters before I began posting it. That way, I won't be behind or have an irregular posting schedule. This is also unedited, so it may be different when I begin posting full chapters.
This will also be posted on Wattpad and when I begin posting the chapters- AO3!
no bc this turtle is FOINEEEEE and i'm highkey simping over him as I write his fanfic.
CHAPTER I: Commencement
wan·der·lust
/ˈwändərˌləst/
noun
a strong desire to travel.
Synopsis: When Leonardo returns home from his training, he's pulled into a new relationship with a stranger after returning something of hers. As a sign of gratitude, she uses her culinary skills to thank him with food, and he finds himself returning for more.
There was a time when everything was normal. As normal as it could ever be. One could say there was a time when New York City was normal, too. But, that’d be a lie. Everyone knew it was everything but. It wasn’t some place where dreams came true and everything was perfect. It was a concrete jungle where you had to expect the unexpected; keep your head low. Be observant of your surroundings. Walk fast. Don’t talk to strangers. And God forbid, don’t ever, ever, stay out too late.
There had been a time where the Hamato family was normal, too. Four mutated turtle brothers fought crime by night, and didn’t come out during the day. The eldest brother, Leonardo, had been a cutthroat leader to his three younger brothers. Making sure operations ran smoothly, that the plan was successfully carried out. That he made sure everyone was safe. Thanks to Leonardo’s leadership and his sensei’s intense training to mold the four brothers into who they were in present time, they were able to eliminate the Shredder for good.
No longer posed with the immediate threat of Shredder, the turtles were in limbo.
What now?
Leonardo still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had beheaded Shredder and took his helmet as a trophy for his master. In which the large headpiece sat on the shelf in the dojo. A reminder of the victories they’d won; and a warning for what could happen in the future.
The anticipation for the future had caused the turtle in blue to train excessively. He had no idea what he was training for, but he had to be ready. He spent so much time in solitude that his father became concerned. He knew this wasn’t the end of Shredder, in fact, it was just the beginning. Although Shredder wasn’t coming back, his army and daughter Karai wanted revenge. Sweet, painful, sinful revenge for their leader. Despite the rather…taboo relationship between Shredder’s daughter and Leo long ago, she had to fight for her father’s honor. Master Splinter knew that, and he was ready for when that day would come.
For now, the most the brothers and sensei could do was wait.
===Present Day===
“I said fucking ‘service please!” Your voice boomed throughout the busy kitchen, loud enough for the other chefs to shudder. You weren’t normally like this, only if shit was really hitting the fan. And right now, the shit was hitting the fan badly.
You were currently 12 orders behind- three cooks called out, two waiters, and one dishwasher. Unfortunately, you were forced to deal with a busy dinner service with only half a staff.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Suddenly, the senior sous chef bursted through the revolving doors, clearly annoyed with how the evening was going. You were so concentrated and stressed that you didn’t care how much of a mess the kitchen was. You had no time to worry.
“I need hands!” you huff, watching as the completed dishes piled on the shelf in front of you. The receipt printer continued making noise time after time as more orders flooded in. There were too many distractions and noises coming from both the kitchen and dining room that you became overwhelmed and couldn’t concentrate. As usual, there seemed to be no end to this madness.
“Where the fuck are my servers?! You got us drownin’ back here!” You smiled as suddenly, your senior sous quickly washed his hands and put on some gloves, ready to assist the sudden dinner rush. The middle-aged chef comes to your side, placing a supportive hand on your left shoulder. “L/n, go take a quick breather, and come back ready.” Finally, You got a smidge of a break. Before anyone could stop you for something, you rushed to the kitchen entrance, trying not to slip on the dropped brioche buns flattened with non-slip shoes and soggy french fries on the once white tile floor.
You pass all the chaos, trying to make your way through the crowd of people. Fuck preorders. Fuck parties of 12. Fuck DoorDash. Fuck UberEats. Fuck call outs. Fuck everyone and everything. You glanced at the bar, but you couldn’t even see the bartender over the crowd of people surrounding her at the table, all bar stools occupied with others standing in annoyance at the understaffed restaurant and slow service. If that wasn’t enough, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the waiters behind her blonde bangs tear up a little behind the POS system as she angrily punched in a table’s order.
Beads of sweat littered your forehead from the heat of the kitchen and the congestion from the volume of customers. As soon as you pushed the door to exit, it felt as if a massive weight was lifted off of you.
It was nighttime. You felt the cold January air slap you in the face, but you were grateful for it. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the stairs off to the side of the restaurant, what’s left of the red neon sign illuminating the parking lot around you (they really need to fix the “S” in the sign “Hudson Grille,”) the battery in its been dead since you started working here last year. The place wasn’t run down or anything, it’s just the manager put the budget toward other things. For now though, the restaurant is called “Hudon Grille.” First-time customers and tourists think it’s a typo and argue it’s “Udon Grille,” then get mad when there’s everything but Udon on the menu.
You look up to the full moon, contemplating your life choices as usual during a stressful service, wondering just what parallel universe you is doing right now.
“She’s probably living la vida loca in Cancun right now,” you say to yourself. In this universe, though, you were living la vida loca in New York City. There was so much more out there, that you wondered what lies beyond the Big Apple.
Your eyes began wandering to the city’s buildings, admiring the decoration New Yorkers put on their balcony. They began traveling upwards to the rooftops, and you got lost in thought.
Until you noticed somebody- or- something on one of the buildings rooftops. It was dark, but you could make out its silhouette. It looked bigger than the average human, but then again, bodybuilders and sumo wrestlers could reach this height.
But, what would a bodybuilder or sumo wrestler be doing on the top of some random building at 7:00pm? Grabbing your phone from the back of your pants pocket, your thumb scrolls in search for the camera app.
“I don’t think it can see me,” you whisper. Maybe you can get a birds- well- phone’s eye view to see it better. Holding up your phone, you wait for it to adjust to night mode. After doing so, you angle the lens towards the silhouette, pinching the screen with your fingers to zoom in. Once the lens focused and adjusted, you got a slightly better look of the unknown figure. You still couldn’t see who or what it was, but there was an obvious difference between it and a human. It couldn’t be human. It had some sort of backpack on its back, and there were some sort of fabric that flowed in the wind behind its head.
“Y/n!” You can hear one of the chefs call you from the inside, however you didn’t move an inch.
You snap a photo, making sure the flash is on to get every detail you possibly could to study it later after your shift. However, the camera flash caused the figure to turn, and it was almost as if it was staring.
It was staring at you.
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I decided to post part of chapter 1 because I've been lacking on the writing part of my blog since I became active again. Let me know what you think so far!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
You wake up in an unfamiliar mutant's body and the others around you keep calling you Donnie. You try to blend in but that quickly becomes too hard after a mission gone wrong. Luckily, you're able to return to your own body after a while and the body swap fades into your faint memory. But next month, you've swapped again.
You and Donnie body swap once a month, you don't know why or how this keeps happening. You need to work together to figure out why.
💟technically my fics are character/sxoc(becuz tbh i cant be bothered writing y/n or reader am i the only one annoyed writing it especially when dialogue is mentioned??)
💟i only write fem!ph mc’s becuz its rare to see books with mc’s that are of filipino heritage or having filipino/southeast asian features in general, so thats whyyy if nobody wants to do it then ill do it myself! but anyone can read it as a character/sxreader/self-insert cuz i mostly write on second pov so everyone can interact with it.
💟 also english is not my native tongue so correct me or gimme some tips to improve my writing! warning tho im a sensitive betch so spare me ur rage✨
PUBLISHED:
DESPERADO • the last ronin (future! mikey x reader)
After being saved by one of your clients, you're life as a prostitute changes to a journey of motherhood.
EUPHORIA • rise!tmnt (various x reader)
The turtle brothers visit April at the wrong time — oh no! She has some family over. Quickly boys! Find a good place to hide before they spot you!
COLLIDE • bayv!tmnt (various x reader)
What's it like being the spoiled daughter and the only child of New York's most influential scientist?
UNPUBLISHED:
DRINK COFFEE, EAT MY PIE • bayv!raph x reader
In a world where humans and mutants coexist, your family clan and the Hamato family clan are well-known for their status and money. An arranged marriage contract between you and the Hamato’s second son. A story of one-sided love, or is it one-sided?
DEAREST, NUMBER SIX • 2012!donnie x reader
six years. six months. six weeks. six days. six hours. six minutes. ...but it took you nothing to toss me aside.
PART OF YOUR WORLD • bayv!leo x mermaid!reader
Your love for him was like the ocean, vast and beautiful. But like the ocean — it was blue and like a salty wave...it has it’s limits.
Short oneshot about Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey trying to get over a breakup.
I guess you can kinda say I wrote this to try to ease how I've been feeling since last weekend; IRL things is just too much for me to shoulder so I told my boyfriend if we could take a break in our relationship so we can work things out with our lives. (We've got a long distance thing going on.) I know its not a breakup technically, but it feels like it because we're going to be able to talk little to none. 😥
Perhaps it was better for you to be with someone of your own kind. That's what he's been telling himself to make it not hurt so much. His heart hurt so much, it hurt to breath and to stop sobbing and crying his eyes out. He cries himself to sleep at bedtime. He was depressed. He wanted to curl into a ball in a corner and just wallow in the sea of sadness and let it swallow him up. Splinter and his brothers noticed how much he changed since the day you told him that you needed someone who could support you in all ways.
Raph spends all his time in the gym, letting out his anger and frustration. Plus he didn't want to not let anyone see him cry. You were the only one who he would let see that side of him. He didn't want to go upside ever in case he saw you, because if he did he would probably cause a ruckus.
Mikey was mellowed out. He didn't want to do anything that reminded him of you. That kinda included everything because you had become a part of his life, and now you were gone. Sure he was the sunshine of the group, but the sun couldn't shine without any light...
Donnie had locked himself in his lab, delving into his many projects and experiments. He hoped that keeping himself busy would take his mind off of you. Little to no success. When he needed sleep, he couldn't. He saw dreams and memories of you. He was haunted by the ghost of you.
Leo rarely talks anymore. He spends more time in the dojo than Splinter does. Anyone rarely gets to see him. He sometimes stays in his room, slient, deep in thought. He tried to seem strong for his family, but little by little his calm stoic demeanor was crumbling. His mind was going down a dark path...
You're with your new human partner. You've introduced them to your family, and they approve. You love spending time with them, and they will/help provide for you. You go out almost every night having a good time. Except when it's night time, around midnight. You lay in your bed and think about the past, present, and your future. You think about him... and you can't help but cry when your chest tightens. Your heart knew who you wanted to be by your side, but the world would never accept him, much less accept him to be with you.
The reality is... maybe mutants and humans weren't meant to be together.
The next morning, when you woke up, you were positive that you had the strangest dream last night. However, when you tried looking for the glowing canister in your backpack, it was gone, and you couldn’t find it anywhere in the apartment either. You checked the window and found it unlocked, your backpack was unzipped, and you could still remember parts of the conversation between you and this Donnie guy.
Walking on your way back home from your tutoring session, you decided to leave a note for your mysterious hero. You were surprised to get one back the next morning.
“I guess you’re not a dream after all.” You muse as you reread the note.
The note-passing continued for a few weeks before you finally asked if you could meet him, in-person meet him. The notes that were passed were as follows.
“I’m not sure you really want that.”
“Why, will it put me in danger or something? Dream hero?”
“Honestly, yes.”
“As bad as the glowing canister I found?”
“Possibly. Why do you want to see me?”
“Because these notes and your nerdy jokes are the best parts of my day. I’d just like to have a face to go with your handwriting.” That was the last note you sent him, and that was a few days ago. Honestly, you were almost hurt by the lack of response from Donnie. Late after school, you walked home with your head down; the street lamps lit your path as you focused on the sidewalk. You made it home with little trouble and checked for a brightly colored note, and found nothing. You threw your bag next to the door and decided to not worry about homework until tomorrow. Without noticing, you fell asleep to the drone of the movie on the T.V.
It was late when you woke up; you could hear the shuffling, almost like that first night. A figure hidden in shadows stood beside the window; with a yawn, you sat up and looked around the apartment’s living room.
“Donnie?” You ask, holding back another yawn.
“Um, yeah, it’s me.” He quietly said your name as you blinked to get your vision to normal standards. “Listen, I’m going to show you something, and you have to promise that you won’t scream or call the police, okay?” Your foggy mind had cleared by then, and you nodded in confusion.
“Okay,” you said slowly, “what is it you’re going to show me?”
“A face to go with that handwriting.” You could hear the slight nervous quiver of his voice, he turned on the lamp beside the window, and you could see in the soft light the worried furrow of his brow.
“Wow.” You whisper, getting up to take a closer look at him. “Incredible,” he stood there holding his breath, waiting for you to point out the obvious, “just incredible, you are." You paused, taking in the look of worry on his face. His tall stature, his hands fiddling with each other as if he didn't know what to do. You felt the corners of your mouth tilt up. "Just as dorky as I thought you would be.” You grinned, taking a step away from the flabbergasted turtle.
“What?” You had to suppress a laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. He was speechless, and you felt a small dash of pride as you walked.
“You heard me, now, would you like something to drink?”
