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The Turtles walking in on you training..with an interesting playlist

TMNT 2012 x Reader

I’m sorry if this is bad, I’m a little rusty at this 🥹👉👈 Requests are open

GN! Reader

Donatello

• The turtles had left for patrol when you had arrived to spar with Splinter. It was relatively quiet, only the sound of rushing water in the background. Nearly every session with Splinter, the boys were gone.

• “Y/n, I’m glad you made it.” Splinter spoke, standing in the dojo, presumably awaiting for your arrival. You dropped your bag in a corner on the room, giving Splinter a small smile. “Sorry about the wait Splinter, I was enjoying my walk.”

• Splinter gave you a small chuckle in response, knowing how you were. You were rarely late so he had let this slide this time. Not too long ago, you started to spar with music playing. Splinter did not mind, seeing how it had helped your focus.

• With your speaker, you pressed play on your T-Phone that Donatello had given you. It was better than buying your own after all. As soon as the music started to play, you got into position, bowing to your sensei.

• “So If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S”

• Training with Splinter was a challenge, greater than the turtles. Music is was pushed you, pushed your body to learn as they had. With a swift swoop on your leg, Splinter had fallen, laying on his back. Stepping back, you offered a hand to your sensei, to which he gladly took.

• You were shocked. This was the first time you had taken down Splinter. ‘Wow’ you thought. Mikey couldn’t even do that, even by accident. Your efforts had really paid off.

• “We flying the first class

Up in the sky

Poppin' champagne

Livin' my life”

• “You have done well, my child. You have improved greatly over these few months. You may go if you wish.” Splinter complimented. “Thank you sensei, though I wish to train more, if I can.” You replied, a smile ever evident on your face. Getting a compliment from Splinter had meant a lot. You had worked hard to prefect ninjitsu.

• “As you wish Y/n. I will be in my quarters if you need me.” With that, you were alone. Walking over to the punching bag, you threw punches, kicks, anything you knew at the poor thing. The music almost echoing out your grunts and growls.

• What you had failed to noticed was the turtles were back. Specifically, Donatello at the entrance of the dojo, marveling at your skills, as well as interested in your choice of music.

• He enjoyed music, sometimes. He worked better in silence, that’s where you both differed from one another. He didn’t mind though. If it worked for you, it worked for him.

•He stayed silent, watching your every move. He rarely has seen you spar. Yes, you had all trained together, but never one on one time. Everyone knew you liked your privacy and didn’t bother you. Except Mikey on occasion.

• “Donnie! When did you get here?” You half yelled, clutching your chest, scared half to death. The terrapin snapped out of his trance, immediately putting his hand behind his head. “Oh, nothing really. I just came to check everything was okay?” He lied, his green skin carrying a deep blush, his gap tooth smile apparent.

• “So you’re spying on me?” You giggled, walking over to the speaker, turning it off. “I-I…no? I was curious about the music?” The terrapin tried to defend, but couldn’t find any words. It was true he was curious about your music tastes.

•Walking over to your turtle, you kissed his cheek. “You know you can always ask to watch or train with me, ya know.” You stated, giving the turtle a small smile. Donatello was lost in words, a sappy smile on his face. “Definitely.” He replied, his words lovesick.

•Giving Donatello a small pat on his cheek with your bandaged hand, you walked out of the dojo, the terrapin following shortly after, asking you about what you listen to, clinging to your hip. To which resulted in you indulging him in your favorite songs later that night, watching him enjoy them.

Raphael



•Least to say, you were pissed. School had gone terribly and not to mention, you gotten into an argument with a teacher, resulting you getting detention for a few days. It wasn’t even your fault. The teacher had messed up your grade and refused to fix it due to your “attitude”. That asshole.

• Even if your first day of detention started, you skipped, opting to go to the lair instead. It was your safe space and you really needed to let your anger out. When you entered the lair, the brothers had greeted you, but you strutted passed them, not speaking a word, not even bothering with a glance. Your only goal was to get to the dojo.

• “Y/n, babe, what’s wrong?” Raphael tried to reason, trying to catch up with you. Sure, Raphael was a hothead, but he cared for you. It was rare you ignored him and his brothers. “Nothing Raph. Leave me alone.” You spat, getting straight to the point. “Y/n talk to m-” Before Raphael could finish his sentence, the doors to the dojo, you leaving him in the dust.

•”Fine! Be that way!” He huffed, his lips turning into a snarl as he walked back to the living room. Picking up one of his comics, he kept to himself. That was until his brother piped up. “What was that all about Raph? Are they okay?” Leonardo asked, a bit worried. You were like a sibling to him. “Dunno and don’t care right now. They want to be alone then let them.” Raphael replied, annoyance in his tone. With that Leonardo left him alone, going back to watching Space Hero’s.

•You didn’t mean to be an ass. You really hadn’t. Raphael didn’t deserve that and you knew it. You were just so angry and it had got the best of you. Sighing, you turned up your music and bandaged your hands. You’d apologize after you had calmed down.

• “Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you

But I can't right now

So, baby, kiss me through the phone”

• With every punch, every grunt, your angry slowly dispersed, your mind going blank. The punching bag had taken many hits, yet, it seemed as if you were making its life a living hell. Throwing a left hook, you realized you had messed up when you made contact with the worn leather. Hissing as you pull your hand back, seeing fresh cuts upon your knuckles. “Damnit.” You muttered.

•A little blood never stopped you, whipping your knuckles against your jeans, going back to throwing punches, maybe a little more careful this time. You had always been a stubborn one. It’s one of the ways you a Raphael had connected. ‘Birds of a feather, flock together’ they say.

•It had been a while since you had been in the dojo, not a word from you, only a faint nose echoing from the room. It started to worry Raphael, something must have really bothered you and you always came to him.

•Putting down his comic, he got up from the couch. “I’m going to check up on Y/n.” He told Michelangelo, walking over to the room, getting a “Good luck bro.” from his brother. Thankfully you didn’t lock the door, so he easily snuck in.

• “Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah

You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde”

• Music filled his ears, earning a smirk from the turtle in red. You wouldn’t suspect it to be his style, but he found it kind of catchy. Leaning on the wall, legs crossed, he decided to finally speak. “So this is what you listen to.” He teased.

• Nearly giving yourself whiplash, you turned to see your boyfriend watching you across the room. Deciding the punching bag needed a rest, you put your hands on your hips, Raphael noticing your bloody hand.

• “Hey it helps me when training, plus it’s a damn classic thank you.” You defended, giving your terrapin a cocky smile. “Classic? Sure babe, whatever you say.” Raphael said, trying to ruffle you up. Pushing himself off the wall, he made his way to you, grabbing your bloodied hand, rubbing it gently with a finger. “Next time, be careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He spoke, kissing each knuckle before letting go of your hand.

• Blushing, you brushed back your hair. “I didn’t mean to, swung a little high and hit the chains. I’m okay I promise Red.” You replied. “And, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. It’s just been a rough day.” You continued.

• “It happens Y/n. Next time, come find me and we can fix it, just hit the bag if ya want.” Raphael suggested, making you feel a little better. “I’d like that Red.”

• “Do you wanna spar with me for a bit? You’re already here.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders a bit. “Eh why not, I could let off some steam.” Raphael replied, getting into a stance.

• “I’m so beating your ass.” You teased, chuckling as you bent down, tugging at your pants legs a bit. “Oh you wish princess.” The terrapin growled playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you ran towards him, going in for a jab. Dodging, Raphael took the offense side, picking you up and tossing you on the ground, landing on your back.

• “Baby, I been thinking lately so much about you

Everything about you, I like it, I love it

Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it

Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone”

• With a prideful look, Raphael looked down at you, arms crossed.“Next time, I’m picking the music.” Oh how you wanted to strangle the smugness out of him.

Leonardo

• It was a normal day, for the most part. You opted out of training with the brothers. Wanting to do some alone work. They had understood, they had their private days as well. Walking into the dojo, the brothers were almost done training for the day. Sitting between Donatello and Michelangelo, you greeted them and were caught up on what they were training on. You nodded and looked forward, just in time to see Leonardo lay a finishing blow on Raphael.

•Before anything could escalate, Splinter split up the two turtles. Now dismissed, each turtle left the room. Well, except the turtle in blue. Getting up, you walked towards him. “You did good out there today honey. Maybe go a little easy on Raph sometime.” You giggled, giving your turtle a peck on the cheek.

• “If I did that, he’d be boasting about it for weeks. You know how his ego is Y/n.” Leonardo stated, flashing you a small smile. Shrugging, you took to grabbing your bucket of chalk in the corner of the room. “I know him like the back on my hand Leo, but still. Go easy on him sometimes. He is your brother after all.”

•Earning a chuckle, Leonardo started to walk out of the room. “I’ll think about it. Good luck. If you need me, you know where I am.” With that, he was gone. You rolled your eyes at his response, humoring him. They’d never stop their feud.

• With your hands coated in chalk, music on, you were in your zone. For a human, you were pretty strong, especially since you started training with the turtles and Splinter. They had given you a good workout throughout the years, you earning a good amount of muscle.

• “I got a feeling

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night”

• Lifting weighs was no issue, it gave you peace of mind more than anything now. Years ago, this would’ve been a struggle, but now, it was a pastime. Knuckles white from clutching the bar, the weights lift down then up, getting close to your nose before lifting above the resting bars. “seven…eight…nine.” You grunted, starting to work up a small sweat. It had been a minute since you had touched the bench press.

• You didn’t know how long you had been in the dojo, or how much time had passed. All you knew was that your arms had started to ache. Letting the weight bar rest in its rightful place, you got up, deciding to stretch as you took a short break. Humming to the music, you failed to recognize your favorite turtle sitting not too far from you.

• The leader in blue originally came in to tell you dinner was on the table, but the music had caught his attention. He wouldn’t admit it but he had been tapping his foot to the rhythm while watching you work. It really amazed him how far you could push yourself.

• Turning around, arms in air, you looked down and gave out a small scream. “Leo! Come on you know better than to sneak up on me!” You scolded, arms resting at your sides. Lifting his hands, Leonardo stood, “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to scare you. I came in to tell you pizzas here but I got distracted.”

• “Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down

Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

And do it, and do it, let's live it up”

• “You could warn someone next time. I could have hit you Leo.” You warned, going to turn off your music, deciding that was enough for the day. “What am I going to do with you?” You asked, nudging his shoulder.

• “Send me a like to your playlist?” He replied, following you to the kitchen, grabbing a slice of pizza. “I’ll think about it big blue.” You giggled, biting into your dinner.

Michelangelo

• “Comeoncomeoncomeon.” You growled, nearly shaking the arcade machine, your terrapin cheering you on. You had been playing Centipede for the past hour and the levels were getting more difficult by the minute. “NO!” You screamed, eyes wide, the screen reading ‘Game Over’. You nearly wanted to cry, you were so close the beating this level but no you just had to mess up.

• “It’s okay angelcakes! I can’t even beat that level. But you were sooo close!” Michelangelo encouraged, shaking your shoulder. “Thanks Mikey. I’ll never get past this level. That stupid bug gets me every time.” Giving the machine a glare, like it would give you a response.

• Feeling something was off, you turned to the fun loving turtle. “Do you know what time it is?” Michelangelo shrugged, looking at his T-Phone. “Three. Why dudette, got somewhere to be?”

• Your eyes widened. You were late to training with Master Splinter. This was not good. “I gotta go! Splinter is waiting for me!” You yelled, running off before the terrapin could say anything. ‘Okay then.’ He thought, turning his attention to the arcade machine. Maybe he could beat the level for you. Maybe

• Racing into the dojo, you huffed out a lung. “Sensei I am so sorry! I didn’t realize what time it was. Me and Mikey were playi-” Without even a glance, Splinter gave his first order. “Ten flips.”

• “What? For being a little late?” You replied, aghast. Glancing at you from over his shoulder, he gave you the look. “Do you want to make it thirty?” He asked, more threatened. You shook your head quickly, doing as was told. He knew how much you hated flips, it was the one thing you were still working on.

• “One sensei…two sensei…” you grunted, trying on the third, yet falling flat on your ass. Sighing, you got up and continued, this time landing the flip. ‘I’m buying a watch’ You thought, legs already aching. “And ten sensei.” You puffed, bending over, trying to suck in as much air as you physically could.

• “Next time do not be late.” Splinter warned, facing towards you. “Now get in position.” As your training went on, you got a little better. Dodging a move or two. Trying to sneak up on Splinter, earned you a kick to the stomach, flying backwards until you hit the tree. Groaning, you slowly got up, the wind knocked out of you.

• With a few words of advice, Splinter has dismissed you, training done for the day. Opting to stay in the dojo, you had turned on your music, waving Splinter a good bye. He was tough, but fair. You knew having him as a sensei was a privilege and you appreciated it. But seriously, fuck those flips.

• “Party in Ipanema, baby!

I want to party

I want to samba

I want to party

I want to samba

I want to party

And live my life”

•Grabbing your chain whip, you slashed at the dummy’s, slashing new rips and tears into the worn leather and fabric. The weapon had been tough to work with. It was a whip after all, not to mention really sharp. But with some practice you had gotten the hang of it and now were a master.

• “Take that! And that! You dummy’s are no match for me!” You growled, lifting your weapon left to right, stuffing tossing in the air, leaving a mess you would clean up later.

• While you were training, Michelangelo had finally beaten the level. Did it take several tries? Yes. Did he look up a cheat code because he got frustrated? He wouldn’t tell. Yet, he was proud he had finally gotten to the next level, he abandoned the game, running for you. Stopping in his tracks, at the doors of the dojo, he could hear music playing. ‘Weird, they don’t do that.’ The turtle thought. Opening the doors, he could get a clear sound.

• “Imma fly, fly just like a bird

(But you are a bird! )

Oh yeah, you're right,

So let me fly just like a rocket, then (okay)

Fly so high where I need to come down for oxygen

Cause once we start it, baby, ain't no ain't no stoppin'”

• “Hey I’m liking this angelcakes!” The terrapin shouted, starting to let his limbs loose, moving with the music, completely forgetting about the game. You glanced over, used to his outbursts. It was Michelangelo after all. You laughed a bit, putting down your weapon. “I can see that Mikey.”

• Deciding to turn the music up, you moved next to your boyfriend, humoring him. You had to let yourself loose once in a while. Bumping your hips into him, you laughed, Mikey giggling with you. No matter how hard training could be, Mikey could always cheer you up. “Can I pick the next song?” “Sure Mikey.”

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

Okay so I had this thought and it's more leo centric (bayverse) and it's reader is with April and maybe one or two other brothers during a mission. And it's a stake out and so April is trying to conversate like "So how is it goin with 'you know who?'" And it's just reader trying their best to be very ambitious about their feelings for leo but the other brother with them on the stake out pieces it together or maybe reader let's an obvious trait slip and then teasing ensues XD sorry if it's confusing but it's been on my mind lol

Stakeout

Mentions of Bayverse! Leonardo x Reader

Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary : On a stakeout with Raphael and April O’Neal, you let slip you have taken a liking to the leader in blue.

The moon was waxed across Ed the night sky, stars shining ever so slightly down upon The Big Apple. The wind dim, nearly unnoticeable. Nothing seemed off about tonight. Other than a few passerby’s going on their ways. That was if you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Sitting on top of a building, perhaps an apartment complex, you didn’t know, were with your friends, April and Raphael. Rumors had spread around town of a drug heist going on a few buildings over and you three had decided to check it out. Nothing serious enough for all four of the brothers to come along, April mostly watching for anything for her news report.

Kicking your feet, you had become bored. No activity had come up so far, not even a suspicious vehicle. “See anything Y/n?” April asked, glancing your way. Shrugging your shoulders you sighed, laying down against the pavement, deeming the night sky to be more interesting. “Nope. How about you big guy?” Glancing your eyes upward, gesturing towards the hotheaded terrapin. “Nothin’. Damn near dead on this part a town.”

“Shocker.” Muttering to yourself, you closed your eyes, the cool air trying to lull you to sleep. There was a calm, yet nearly uncomfortable silence on the rooftop. Deciding to break the silence, April decided to bring up a recent conversation you two had shared.

“Sooooo…since we’re doing nothing. How’s it going with ‘you know who’?” Eyes now wide open, quickly sitting up, you turned your full attention to the reporter. “Oh It’s um. Yeah, Le- uh the guy doesn’t really…know yet?” Giving an awkward smile, hands giving off a small gesture.

Raphael didn’t care much for gossip but as soon as he heard you slip up, he was all ears. The terrapin walked up, a mischievous smirk bright as day. “Little Y/n has a crush on a certain brother of mine huh?” He chuckled out, seeing your face go red as a tomato. “You know he likes you too? You shoulda known by now.”

“Wait what?” Snapping your head, eyes raised in uncertainty. “Come on. It’s obvious. He’s gentle witcha when trainin’, first to greet ya back at home, and damn he’s always staring!” Lifting his arms in the air, letting them fall loosely by his sides.

“Besides, he talks about ya a lot when you’re not around. Seriously he’s worse than Mikey.” He added, messing with his toothpick. Looking down into your lap, you didn’t know what to feel. You knew you were happy. But between happy, nervous, embarrassed, your mind was racing. “I never really thought of that before.”

“Now you gotta tell him!” Shoving your shoulder, April giggled. “Hey! Stop that.” You threatened, earning another giggle that had you rolling your eyes, smile evident. “She’s right, ya know. He’s too pussy ta do it; might as well.” Raphael added, now twirling the stick between his digits. “Who knows, might get lucky.”

“Okay! Okay, too much!” You quickly interrupted, index finger pointing at the turtle in red. “I’m not even on first base yet.” Before anyone could say anything else, a loud roar of a van pooling from the streets echoed, a small group of people hopping out with piles of boxes and large bags.

“Okay but we’re just saying. Tell him how you feel already. Now come on!” Rushing her words, April jumped down, followed by Raphael. “Maybe one day.” You whispered, pulling out your blade, following the two vigilante’s. ‘Maybe one day.’

Tension

Bayverse!Donatello x Reader

Summary : You have been friends with the turtles for years, forming a special bond with the turtle dawning purple. Recently, you have realized there’s tension between you two.

The lair, muggy and dim, was home. Not to only four certain mutants, but you as well, a human girl. Many would find it cruel to live in the depths on sewage, you were none the wiser.

Many memories were created here with the turtle brothers and their father, Splinter. Their company was something you had always enjoyed. Speaking of which, is what you were doing as of now.

Relaxing on the couch, controller in hand, you were getting your ass beat in Mario Kart. “Come on! Don’t throw that fucking shell.” You threatened, narrowing your eyes at Michelangelo, who was having the time of his life seeing you suffer. “Sorry angelcakes, but you aren’t gonna beat me this time.”

Sighing, you fell into third place, effectively losing against the youngest turtle. “Cheater.” You accused, jabbing at the back of the terrapins shell. “Am not! You can’t handle my awesomeness.” Michelangelo retorted, crossing his arms. “You’re just a sore loser.”

With a small “Mhm” you got up from your spot on the couch, done with the game for now. If you tried again, you’d either break the controller or Michelangelo. Either sounded fine right now.

Instead, you started to walk to the lab, curious as the what Donatello was doing. You both met when he had saved you from a group of The Foot. Ever since then, you were inseparable. While scary in the moment, it was now a fond memory for you both.

You found out you had many common interests; welding, woodwork, and much more. Slowly, as you both got closer, you began to fall in love with the turtle. The way his nose scrunched when he smiled, his snorts when he laughed, and his consistent babbling about what invention he was currently working on, hooked you in and refused to let go.

Not that you cared, but still, you tried to hide your feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship. It was obvious to the rest of the turtles, even their father. On the other hand, Donatello acted different when around you, googly eyes and speech stammering. Raphael was the one to tease you about it, dropping hints to his poor brother, who thought he was playing a cruel joke.

“Hey Donnie! Whatcha working on?” You asked, entering the lab. Donatello was at his desk, tongue sticking out, focused on welding a few pieces on metal onto his current machine. Turning his attention to you, he gave a nervous smile. “Y/n! Uh-nothing heh. Science..stuff. Yeah. Come back later?”He mumbled, going back to his project.

“Um…okay?” You replied, nothing really knowing what to say. It’s been like this for the past couple weeks. He seemed to be avoiding you, and really any communication to add. You felt like you did something wrong; said something. Giving off a barely audible sigh, you started to walk off. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Wait! Y/n that’s not wh-” Donatello started to plead, but it fell on deaf ears. You were already gone and Donatello’s only company was his machines. “God damnit.” He muttered to himself, focusing his attention back to the box of metal. But it was no use, his mind a rubix cube.

Defeated, he leaned back in his swivel chair, pinching the bridge on his nose. “Come on Donnie. You have to tell her at some point.” He whispered, talking to himself.

“I don’t know what to do Leo. He’s been avoiding me. He doesn’t even keep a conversation anymore. You see how he walks away whenever I’m around! What did I do?” Ranting to the eldest brother, you held your face in your hands, wanting to burst into tears.

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder blade, Leonardo sighed. He knew about the complicated relations between the two of you. It was obvious, to anyone. “Let me go talk to him. He’s probably having a bad day. You know how he gets.” Leonardo reasoned, trying his best to help you calm down.

Nodding your head, you watched as the turtle left you to be. Rubbing your temples, you waited for the terrapin to return. “I hope nothings wrong..”.

Meanwhile, the leader in blue entered his brother’s territory. He was upset, almost angry at Donatello. His brother knew exactly what he was doing. He acted like this when he got caught licking the pop tarts when they were kids.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s up with you or do I have to rip it out from you?” The eldest terrapin questioned, digit pointed at the other. “Nothing Leonardo. Okay?” Facing his brother, he pushed himself up from the chair, arms at his sides.

“Really? Cause Y/n’s out there, nearly in tears because of you! Seriously man, get it through your thick shell. They love you! And don’t you dare say you don’t feel the same, cause everyone knows that’s a lie.” Heart nearly sinking into his shell, the younger brother, for once, was at a loss for words. “What? They? Love me?”

Nodding, the blue terrapin crossed his arms, glaring at his brother. “Fix it Donnie. They need you. Don’t push them away.”

The terrapin didn’t say anything, rushing past his brother, and out the doors. “Y/n! Y/n!” Running into the kitchen, the turtle couldn’t have felt worse. The human, tear stricken, nose red. “Oh god…”

“What do you want?” Muttering, you wiped your face, drying your hands with your jeans. Taking a seat, a weak smile on his face, he started to speak. “I wanna say…I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I got scared and shoved myself into a corner.” Sighing, he pushed up his glasses some. “I don’t hate you. I…damnit…what I’m trying to say is that I love you.”

Jaw hitting the floor, it took a moment for your brain to process what was happening. “You..love me?” Your voice, soft and unsure. “Yeah, I love you. A lot.” The next thing Donatello knew, you tackled him, smile scribbled onto your face. Happily taking your into his arms, he buried his face into the crooked of your neck. “Don’t hide from me again Donnie. I can’t lose you.” “You have no idea.”

Have some teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem boys lol

man why do I always get attached to the Donnies and Leos

oh and have some unfinished human bay Donnie lol

Man gotta love starting a work and then losing interest in the topic lmao

Sweet Sweet Fantasy

WARNING: Slight cursing. (Like 1 or 2 words here and there but still there)

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: This is about if the boys started to have romantic fantasies about their crush.

(PT. 2)

Leonardo:

Leo doesn't know when it started, it kinda just happen. At first he hates that he can't get you out of his head, his mind is too cluttered to the point that its hard to focus and he knows that you and him are never going happen. He thinks the differences between you two are too strong and if he ever confessed that a relationship would only end with unhappiness and regret if you didn't reject him first. Sometime later, when there is a sign of something there, no matter how small or insignificant that sign is, the thought of any kind of chance with you make the flood gates of his mind burst and has no other choice but to just accept that he has these fantasies.

Most of his fantasies are about him saving you, he wants to be your hero. He doesn't like the thought of you being in danger, but he does like the thought of you looking up at him in awe and praising him for his bravery and skill. A lot of those kinds of fantasies end with you rewarding him with a cheek kiss. He imagines you being cornered by someone, usually some gross human man, and he jumps down from a rooftop and places himself between you and whoever. He'd say something he thinks is cool like, "That's not how you treat a lady." and then then dude runs away and you're just there gushing over him like "Wow, Leo! You're so brave and handsome! Marry me!" It's all cheesy stuff like that but it literally makes him blush all the time and it plays on repeat in his head.

He has this one specific fantasy where he meets you on a balcony every night and you kiss him under the light of the moon, no one judges and it's just you two, the only ones there to witness are the stars above. Sometimes it's raining and you guys to a spider-man kiss, he's upside down and you just gently cup his face and pull him in and kiss him, not caring about anything else beside the moment. He is the most embarrassed about that one but thankfully he doesn't think about it often.

Raphael:

Raph imagines a domestic life with you, but not just like dating and stuff, he imagine you're his marriage partner. A lot of his fantasies are ego centrist with you as his supportive partner that comes along on his adventure. Is he a wrestler? Your his hot coach who gives him water. Is he a football player? Your his cheerleader. Is he some Greek hero? Your his beautiful goddess that he tributes to. 

Not all of his fantasies are about him though, some are you encouraging him. He could be having a bad day and your just there telling him how cool he is and that’s it’s okay. He could have gotten into a fight with Leo and he threatens to leave again and there you are in his head saying “Stop being such a big baby, you know you’re not gonna leave, you love them too much for that!” 

He doesn’t plan of confessing his feelings, out of all the turtles he is the most insecure and can’t handle you hurting him and saying no, that’s why he revels in his fantasies of you, it’s the closest he’ll ever actually get to you.

Donatello:

Donnie absolutely hates that he fantasizes about you. It's always right after seeing or talking to you and it's always him doing what he wants to do and telling all his feeling, or it's his subconscious bullying him for being a coward. He WANTED kiss you then, he WANTED to tell you how your eyes shine brighter than Arcturus in September, he WANTED to let you know how you make his brain feel like an old windows computer booting up when you get close, but he KNOWS that if he did that you'd think he was the lamest most cheesiest person in the whole world.

It gets bad when you give him the slightest bit of affection. A thank you hug? Cue the TV static mess that his brain has become, man can’t even say "Your welcome". A kiss on the cheek? This man is fucked. It's like something got stuck between the old rusty cogs of a machine and exploded, after he processes that it actually happen and it wasn’t just his imagination he's just giggling to himself like a dork. 

He imagines anytime those things happen that he holds you close and confesses his feelings. You lean in close and caress his cheek gently before you both kiss. In the moment he’s blushing but seconds later he wishes he acted cooler and kissed you, and not that small cute soft peck on the lips no, he wants the passionate kind that makes you lose your breath. He wants to have a kiss that can convey his feelings so he doesn’t have to say it out loud, he knows he never could.

Michelangelo:

You are his best friend, he doesn’t have too many fantasies about you because you guys already do all the things he wants to do with you. You guys go skating together at skate parks and abandon buildings, play video games while eating junk food, and you guys sneak into places and watch stuff like sport games or movies. Most of the things he thinks about that could be considered fantasies are just him planning on what to do with you next. 

The only times he has actual fantasies about you are when he listens to music, specifically old Taylor Swift love song. He’s not the type to listen to her music, not that he hates it, its just not his style. He listens to it because when he finds out he likes you, her music described how he feels really well. He kind of act like a teenage girl when he crushes on you, he wants to hold your hand and have some cute love story with you, so all of his fantasies are just you and him reacting her music videos. He thinks about if he were human that he could be your next door neighbor and you guys talk though the window, or maybe throw pebbles and ask you to sneak out with him to a drive-in movie. All of his fantasies are with both of you being human because he thinks you couldn't love him as he is. Despite being friends, he knows the difference between you is just to big. He knows you don't see him as a monster and he plans on telling you his feelings someday, but the fear of rejection and ruining what you two have already is to scary for him.

I’m tired of these random headcanons of Bayverse Donnie. “Oh Donnie’s She/They! Donnie transfem! Donnie is bisexual!”

You know what Donnie is? A fucking menace to society, she licks that frosting off of pop tarts and then puts them back in the box, and that’s not even a headcanon because she admitted to it in the first movie. She needs to be jailed for her crimes.

OMFG I LOVED THIS SCENE IN THE MOVIE LMFAO APEIRBOISDBFVIEBVHBAEDLHJVUEIDHFVB

They're hazing him

Insomnia has been hell for a couple of weeks and this helps. Something has shifted. I feel...relaxed.

Interesting how stories, the images that are drawn in your mind, can change your brain ways and body chemistry. I think I'll be able to sleep soon.

Thank you for the wonderful moment of security and peace.

Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family. 

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise. 

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question. 

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather. 

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?" 

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon. 

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out. 

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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Omgoodness I can see it now! Oh, this made my day 🤣🤣🤣

Turtle Shenanigans

Gangnam Style came on while I was listening to Spotify.

And I thought to myself…

What would the boys look like doing the Gangnam Style dance?

Mike: Makes it look GOOD.

But also turns into a complete idiot and goes from Gangnam Style dancing to pretending like he's riding an invisible pony, slapping his own ass as he gallops around the lair.

Yelling yeeeehaaaaw!

Raph: would roll his eyes and do it for 3.5 seconds just to entertain you, then go back to pumping iron.

However, the second you walk away, he turns it on and dances to it in between reps.

Don: is such a good sport. He'd absolutely be shy about it for a minute, then indulge you.

And he would be hysterical because he's all leg. It would be like watching a Daddy Long Leg try to Gangnam Style.

Then of course

There's Leo, who would tell you to get outta town.

But if you pester him sweetly enough, for long enough, you could break him down.

He would do it but be completely unimpressed.

And only after bitching about it.

He'd make it look so easy, his moves so smooth, making him look like he was a professional dancer 🔥

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When he's playing these 'casual' like above 🤯🥵🥵🥵🥵 Boy knows his skills in all things and he's just flaunting. His cheekyness is a turn on.

This is a Donnie appreciation post.

💜

Donnie stans, i may not be really what you're into, but I see you, I get you. Your taste is just fine. Cheers

Kiss your purple turtle man on the nose from me

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Yessss I agree...Raph is such a great target. I just couldn't take him seriously as anything but a friend.

I would be the "Jerry" to Raph's "Tom".

Andddd...probably end up like this...

I am curious what’s your opinion on Raph? I mean in general

I love Raph!

but like... in a brotherly way lol

He would be the one I hung out with the most out of all the brothers - friend-wise.

He'd be so much fun as a bestie.

And I just have this *need* to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him.

Oh lord, that poor man. I would just get under his skin because I could lmao

Then run and hide behind Leo HA!

So overall consensus?

BFFL 💖🫶🏼

Thanks for dropping by anon!!!

Lmao 🤣 Yes, all the way yes.

Turtle 🌶️Shenanigans🌶️

I'm back with more shenanigans my Turtledoves.

➡️ Aged-up, adult turts

It's nekked Turtle time friendos

(Spurred on by @the-cauldron-witch @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @sophiacloud28 - I love you guys lmao)

💙Leonardo💙

⚔️Leo absolutely does tai chi in the nude. In his room. Candles lit.

⚔️Leo will quickly run from his room to the bathroom all nakey after tai chi.

⚔️Has tripped and fallen on his face when he encountered you walking to his room to find him

⚔️Hands flying to his dinky doo with a mortified expression in the process 

💜Donatello💜

👓DonDon needs an occasional airing out.

👓Locks himself in his lab and just walks about with his schlong flopping along.

👓His bros know if the door is locked - knock at own risk

👓Because he has and WILL answer the door as is

👓they have absolutely sent his love interest to knock on more than one occasion

🧡Michelangelo🧡

🍕Michelangelo - biggest offender- will walk around the lair in his birthday suit after showering.

🍕Every. Single. Time.

🍕He needs to "air dry"

🍕Got a swift whip to the ass cheek by unimpressed rat dad's tail for doing it when company was over

❤️Raphael❤️

🧶Sleeps ass naked

🧶Will get up and tiptoe to the fridge to down half a gallon of milk in the middle of the night.

🧶Sans panties.

🧶screamed like a fucking girl when he bumped into you as he was on his way back to his room with a handful of cookies that Mike left on the counter to be shared. Cookie crumbs and pieces EVERYWHERE.

⬇️Michelangelo Menace Hamato⬇️

✨Leo in his room doing his tai chi✨

Y/N: Standing at Leo's door with a look of confused contemplation

Mike: *coming down the hall with an armload of clean laundry* Oh hey! What's up Y/N??

Y/N: I'm looking for Leo... Raph said he was in his room...

Mike: Oh! He's definitely in his room angelcakes! *Sly grin* "Lemme get the door for you!"

Y/N: But I knocked and he didn't ans-

Mike: *clicks open door* Hey Leo!

Leo: THE FUCK MI- 😳

Mike: *Laughing so hard that nothing is coming out except a few wheezing sounds*

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Bay!Leo: Where is she?

Bay!Mikey: acting strangely suspicious and avoiding eye contact nervously: I don’t know what you’re talking about…

Bay!Leo: April. where is she?

Meanwhile Bay!Donnie standing in the background making strange eye contact with Rise!April who was hanging onto the back of Bay!Mikey’s shell with her life.

Bay!Donnie Signing: what did you do??

Bay!Leo: she threw her teleporting dog thing at me…

Bay!Mikey: What? who? i don’t know who your talking about!

Bay!Raph walking over and picking Rise!April up by the collar of her jacket: found the culprit.

Rise!April: for the record, Mayhem jumped off my shoulders! there was no throwing!

Bay!Raph: Save it for the judge kid.

Rise!April: I’M OLDER THAN YOU ALL FOUR OF YOU!!!

Crossover idea: Rise April with the Bayverse Turtles?

@raisin-shell

I immediately thought of making this once you thoroughly explained how Donnie has brass balls

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

(This is going to be a random series of stupid questions I ask myself about different tmnt timelines)

So, in Bayverse, if the boys were April’s pets before they mutated, what are they now? Aren’t still technically her pets even if they’re larger than her? Because if she claimed she owned them before they were mutated, then it would make sense that they’d still be her pets. It’s weird but if she considers them her brothers, it wouldn’t exactly make sense because how do you go from owning them to claiming they’re your adoptive sibling? The switch doesn’t make entire sense to me. And Splinter too, wasn’t he also a pet because he was also in that same lab with the turtles, but I don’t think it’s cleared up that Splinter is? We only know that Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey are her pets and I’m not entirely sure if they actually cleared it up for Splinter.

(If you want to add anything you can reblog and write, just do not steal. 👍)

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

TW: LGBT+ talk, very SLIGHT talk about homophobia but it’s not serious (Don’t like? Don’t read.)

Is it just me or does Bayverse Donnie give heavy bisexual vibes? Because that tall baby just seems like your average socially awkward yet crazy bisexual guy (I don’t mean to stereotype but he gives those vibes I’m sorry if this offends anyone). And I personally don’t see him as transfem, sorry to anyone who does, but I see him more as a non-binary guy or genderfluid guy, because this dude’s gender identity is so flexible. I feel like he just likes to switch depending on his mood, he doesn’t just want to be a man, he wants to be feminine sometimes or he doesn’t want to feel like anything, just turtle.

Also, let’s talk about the other brothers and what I headcanon them as.

Let’s start off with Fearless leader. Leonardo to me seems like a closeted gay, because he is terrified on the inside that Splinter might unapprove of him wanting a man rather than a woman, or his brothers endlessly making fun of him or disgusted in him. He’s an overthinker most of the time so that’s why he hides it the most he can. If he ever did end up coming out, the results aren’t something he will probably expect. Splinter will most likely say that he is proud for Leo to build up the courage to tell him and that he’d support him as much as he can. Splinter loves his boys and he wouldn’t want to lose them over something like a simple sexual orientation.

Now, about the hothead. Raphael seems like the kind of guy who only would sort of act homophobic only as a joke, he never took it too far though. He respects LGBT+ people, even if it’s not his cup of tea sometimes. I headcanon him more as Cisgender and Heterosexual, the classic package. Yeah I know, boring and vanilla, whatever, BUT JUST WAIT, that’s in the beginning. Once one of his brothers or multiple come out, he will ease up or completely stop the homophobic jokes. Raphie boy loves his brothers even if he doesn’t show it often, he wouldn’t want to upset them too much and make them feel unsafe. Once his brothers come out, he starts question himself what he feels like, who he likes, and everything. The others do help him out through his questioning journey though, and Raphael ended up with just going with Cisgender and Omnisexual, leaning towards the female preference but he’s willing to give others a chance.

Now… about Michael, we all know what he is. Full on Pansexual, I think most of us can agree. Gender indentity in my personal opinion is Cisgender, because non-binary doesn’t fit, he doesn’t necessarily give trans to me, and genderfluid??? Maybe, but no. But this party dude is giving anyone a chance. He doesn’t care about gender, just give him someone to flirt with, hang out with, someone to love and cherish till the very end. He loves it all, skinny people, chubby people, big boobs, big butt, small boobs, small butt, long hair and short hair, tall and short, makeup, no makeup. As long as he has someone who treats him and his family nice, he’s not complaining.

(I wrote about Raph the most what 😭)

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

TW: Language

So my fatass is drinking some Jumex right? I start thinking Donatello for some reason, if he ever tried it, what flavor would he like? Idc what version y’all think of, just what flavor do y’all think would be his favorite?

Looks like UVA is the winner!

Mango came in 2nd

And surprisingly Guayaba came in third

Part 1 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Tattoos?

💙❤️💜🧡🐢

(Side note I don’t have any tattoos and I don’t know a lot about them so sorry if my accuracy is bad)

How many do they have? What are they? What do the signify? How did they even get them? Who is the artist? How does did the ink even get through/show up on their skin? Will they get more? Would they like a partner with tattoos?

Leonardo💙:

To my knowledge he has 3 tattoos. Look em up if you want I don’t wanna get in trouble for photos.

On his right shoulder he has like a turtle tribal tattoo. Just a homage to his past and turtleness. On his right forearm he has another tattoo not sure what it is. I thought it might be a shoe print to symbolize the foot clan, but it’s not. He also has a single band. It looks a little like the outer part of a gear. On his left Bicep he has 3ish…more bands two gear ish bands and one or two band with turtles and what vaguely resembles barbed wire. Shows in my mind his restraint in tough situations whether it be from attacks, his brothers, or himself. Over all it seems he has the most tattoos.

Probably will get more that are cohesive with the ones he has. Maybe on his legs if he doesn’t have some already.

I think one or maybe even two of our boys are good at tattoo art. Leo would be a good candidate because he has the skill of the precision and patience it takes to do a tattoo. He would make a hot tattoo artist 😋.

I think Leo wouldn’t care if you had tattoos or not. You are beautiful to him either way. He worships you and you relish the way he makes you feel like a goddess/god.

Raphael❤️:

On his right shoulder/bicep Raph has a tattoo. I am not sure what it is. I have adjusted frame lighting, scoured through the interviews, and fandoms. But I can’t figure out what it is. I thought maybe dragon, cuz that’s cool. But I don’t think it is being that all the other guys have turtle tattoos. It’s not Chinese symbol like his scar. It’s more detailed than Leo and Mikey’s. And with his dark ridged skin it’s hard to pick out what it is. I’m sad cuz he’s my favorite and I just wanna know what it is 😭…

I think his tattoo might be the start of a sleeve tattoo. Might get more like his other arm. Seems like if he doesn’t find love he would get a face tattoo. But idk. But tattoo his who leg but he wouldn’t tattoo his whole body, no matter how much he hates it sometimes.

Raph would also be a hot 🥵 tattoo artist, but I feel like Raph would get frustrated with the time consuming aspect. He’d probably curse himself out if he messes up, even if it’s just a little bit. I feel like he would get impatient just having someone tattoo him.

Tattoos on you though…Raph could go either way. Tattoos are hot. But he also loves an untouched body. When you asked him if you should get a tattoo he couldn’t believe you would wanna ruin your perfect skin. He got tattoos cuz he felt like an ugly beast anyway, so why not. But you, you were perfect the way you were. He’s either a baddie kind of guy or a cutie patootie. Nothing in between.

Donatello💜:

As far as I can tell he has none. I’m pretty sure he won’t get any. Not that tattoos are bad or anything but with living in the sewer he doesn’t wanna run the risk of infection. His brothers can do what ever they want though.

I feel like Donnie would have the technical skill and equipment for doing tattoos but I’m not sure he would actually be the one doing them. He’d probably just be advising his brother of the risks and what to do and what not.

If you had tattoos. Mommy(or Daddy 😘) I view Donnie as more suby or even vanilla (Sorry Dom Donnie fans…😶). He likes it but he knows the risks. Might even get a tattoo because of you. Or you guys are too cute and dorky for each other to even bother with them.

Michelangelo🧡:

Mikey has one it looks like. On his left shoulder. Looks very similar to Leo’s shoulder tattoo. Might be exactly the same but I’m not sure.

He probably would get more. Definitely some cool cursive quotes but would also want little goofy stuff. His brothers would stop him though. Mikey doesn’t always think about the consequences as long as he’s having fun. Like Raph he’s impulsive but it’s not fueled by anger.

It’s pretty obvious Mikey has ADHD, but since I also have it, I feel as if I can understand Mikey more. I feel like Mikey would actually be a good tattoo artist. I know he can’t focus on a mission for a whole 2 minutes but when he really really likes something he hyperfocuses. And he will spend hours in the zone working his magic. Not so good at receiving one though. Had to be held down and scolded quite a bit 😅.

For you though like Leo Mikey doesn’t care. You’re just hot with it without them.

Others💚:

Splinter and April probably wouldn’t know the first thing. Well maybe April, I feel like in another universe she would have sleeves and ride a motorcycle 😍. But in this one she may have a small cute tattoo tucked away here and there. Maybe one on her hip and behind her ear. But she doesn’t know how to give someone a tattoo, not even a stick and poke. Casey probably has a tattoo somewhere maybe on his shoulder or something. Could have a skill for tattoos but definitely not on turtle skin.