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|Jessica Broaddus| ♌ | 🌌 |26| I write tmnt x readers along with my AU Dark Descent. Feel free to request any song one shots, and don't be afraid to ask any questions about my upcoming AU series. ☺
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MAKE. NOISE. TELL THEM EXACTLY WHAT WE WANT
RISE FANS! Please take note!
Twitter hosted another Q & A With Ron Corocillo, and he confirmed that Rise’s BEST chance is for us to keep up the love for it. Right now, the most important thing we can also do is buy the TMNT 40th Anniversary comic, the comic that has Andy Suriano’s Rise of the TMNT comic in it!
No joke, a series will ONLY ever come back if the fan base stays alive, if we invite more fans in and keep up the love. Even though Clone High didn’t do too well, it was brought back because a fan base sprang up out of nowhere on Tik Tok. Studios saw that that there was a demand and they gave in. Rise’s creators want to do more with it, and so does the cast!
In fact, it’s becoming apparent that Rise fans are the most vocal group supporting the 40th anniversary comic. Not just me, but also the image below, when I went to buy the comic and told the worker at the store that I was only there for one version, she said, “Ah, you’re here for Rise, huh.”
SO KEEP UP THE LOVE FOR THE SHOW AND SUPPORT THE COMIC! LET’S GET. IT. DONE! And stick it to those haters!
ARE YOU READY?
To clarify, ROTTMNT Restored is taking Kevin Ortiz's amazing boards and adding this treatment to it. Apologies if folks were confusing it with another project.
@powerauerart killin' it with the backgrounds!!
Everyone reblog this IMMEDIATELY
CALLING ALL RISE FANS!
The lovely @seasaltcosmos has started a google doc! We’re going to form a MASSIVE letter and post it on twitter and they could use your help!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Mr4KYBhqkLyO2KGOOtSLvsk8Bc_-k2lJe6tPCKrKZLw/edit?usp=sharing
Hit the link, write your piece, share the link and lets get our words out there!
Every little bit helps! We want want something good in the future, but not one of us can do it alone. Let’s support each other! Like the Rise boys would do! Don’t stop trying!
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
-Wayne Gretzky
it's you
leo (rottmnt) × gn!reader
contents: mild cursing, bullying, harassment [9.6k]
IN WHICH: you find a strange turtle as a little kid and develop an odd friendship
Subway cars coated with a fresh coat of paint clanged softly across the rusted tracks, rocking rhythmically back and forth as your mother hauled you with one hand through the bustling streets of New York.
You had just returned from a long baseball practice, the ends of your hair plastered to your prickly forehead from all the sweat as both chubby cheeks shone with the freshly colored coats of your little league's sports colors.
"Gosh, I barely made it in time, huh?" Your mama's apron was still tightly snitched around her waist from her shift at the local diner, patterned with your favorite foods to finely stitched with your colors. Whenever you would see her apron, the aromas of her fresh scent of freshly flipped pancakes after her long day came flooding into your thoughts.
"Had to take my break a little early!" She weakly smiled while continuing maneuvering through the brushing shoulders of afternoon shoppers, small wrinkles furrowing as her lips warmly stretched, "I missed you, Bud."
Your mom worked hard every day, balancing her two part-time jobs and raising a loud-ass 10-year-old in the mix of it all to add the cherry on top. You glanced up at her as her nimble fingers tightly laced with your stubby ones, a few strands of her hair sprayed grimly across her face, most likely from dashing across the city to pick you up from the park on time.
Sure, you guys weren't filthy rich by any means. You lived in a tiny cramped apartment in downtown New York that barely could handle the worn-out mattress you guys had tossed on the wooden floor, the creaky mailbox filled to the brim with thick late fees and threatening electricity bills crammed inside.
Regardless, your mother would always manage to scrape enough together for food in both of your bellies and somehow to pay for your freshly ironed baseball uniform when the blistering summer rays rolled around.
"Stay here just a quick second by the door where I can see you, alright?" Your mother firmly spoke to you, placing a light hand on your shoulder before fiddling her fingers through the small pockets of her purse for a few wrinkled dollar notes. "Just gonna pick up some veggies for dinner, it will just be a moment."
The cracked store bell that hung from the top of the door softly rang along with the faint click of her sneakers, watching as your mother spoke to the shop owner with a quick greeting and a small smile. The metal bat that stuck out from your patched-up backpack peered at the harsh sunlight before you carefully unwrapped the lollipop you had stashed in your uniform pocket and stuck it in the corner of the inside of your cheek.
The air was thick with exhaust and the sun beating down as the sugary watermelon sweetness hit the tip of your tongue. You looked at the line of traffic on the two lanes that ran between the rows of brownstone houses before your eyes flickered toward a colorful cardboard cut-out.
"Lou Jitsu!" Your lips curled into a bright smile, the hot pink sucker rolling to the other side of your cheeks in adoration of one of your favorite movie stars that were in a shimmering display across the street.
Cars were lined up behind one another creating a long snake-shaped traffic jam as gas fumes from the exhaust pipes filled up the air, making the atmosphere stuffy and clotted. Your eyes noted the bus driver that had stopped at the flickering traffic light pulling out his handkerchief and wiping away the sweat on his forehead for the third time that day.
Looking both ways like you had been taught by the local crossing guards, you scurried across the street and eagerly plastered your grubby fingers across the display case. Skipping proudly, your nose practically smeared on the glass.
Sure enough, your idol smiled back at you with a flashing printed smile and beaming orange-tinted glasses. Behind him were all of his commercially produced toys & action figures stacked neatly in their plastic glory.
Digging through your pockets, you managed to fish out a couple of single dollar bills that your mother had stashed for you on the kitchen counter every morning for lunch at the school cafeteria. Instead, you had been saving up the cash and skipping out on lunch for a month to buy an extra figurine for your little shelf.
You heard a faint echo of laughter while running your fingers over the last remaining dollar bills, a few chuckles accumulated in the air as your ears perked up from your excitement.
"God, what is that thing doing here?"
Peeking your head towards the noise, you took a glance while bending your knees which were notably trickled with band-aids of cartoon superheroes.
You had wandered into a garbage-strewn space between two shops. The crumbling brick walls had bowed with age, and laundry hung from lines strung from second-story windows across the gap overhead. Their footsteps echoed as they dodged around loud laughs.
Your eyes finally took in the scene in front of you as a group of no more than four boys was tightly huddled around something while snickering. They were smacking on bright pink bubble gum and the tip of their sneakers was busted up with faint scratches.
You squinted at the sight, barely making out what they were surrounded by till one of them bent down to poke the huddled figure with a crooked tree branch.
They had been surrounding a dark green shell, barely the size of your bookbag from what you could tell. For a moment, you could see two dark eyes peering back at you, the faintest red marking etching the turtle's face.
They continued to snicker, one of the boys proudly placing their shoe on top of the shell with a snarky grin etched across his lips as if he had won the biggest trophy.
You had truly considered turning back to get your mother from the store to help or tell the boys off, your sneaker tips flickering from the scene in front of you to the glass display of the local bodega before a faint 'crack!' whistled harshly by your burning ears.
The bully continued to press down on the surface of the shell as all the kids continued to chuckle in encouragement at the sight.
"Hey!"
The group of pre-teens all turned to look at you in acknowledgment, their pudgy faces becoming clearer to you under the flicker of the exposed light bulb. They looked maybe a year or so older than you, their oversized jerseys wrinkling over their baggy basketball shorts that seemed a few sizes too big.
Whom you could assume was the leader of the group opened his crooked mouth to acknowledge and take in your presence as his lanky legs were freckled and coated with scabs, "What do you want?"
Taking a few steps forward, you allowed your shivering shoulders to relax as your voice was ever so slightly quivering, "Just leave the turtle alone, it probably just got lost from its owner." You retorted with a light spat, your strawberry-flavored lollipop hitting the roof of your mouth lazily.
"We just found the thing wandering on the street." One of the boys snickered back, colorful metal braces glimmering on his jagged teeth before sneering at you, "Doubt it has an owner." The kid finally mused dryly, his dirty sneaker still resting its sole on the smooth surface of the shell.
You felt fear in the feathery hair on the back of your neck like invisible fingers running along the length of your spine, a few inches in height over you outnumbered you if you decided to pick a fight.
You weren't a bad kid by any means, but you sure as hell had your share of times sitting your ass in the principal's office waiting for your mom to pick you up.
Regardless, your mama taught you better than to leave anyone on their own- You straightened up with a slight jut of your chin towards the small circle, eyeing the turtle carefully through the corner of your eye.
"Just leave it alone-"
He took a casual step forward with a lazy grin before lifting a single bushy eyebrow as you swallowed the lump that had swelled up in your throat, "And what are you gonna do?" The boy mocked with a fat jutted bottom lip in your direction.
As he grew closer, his outstretched fingers landed harshly on the edges of your tightened shoulders. You whirled your arms frantically at the sudden movement, a sickening sense of no longer being supported by your feet as your stomach did a flip.
Stumbling back, your thick shoe dug quickly into the cracked cement of the alley as the clique crackled laughter amongst themselves at your light tumble.
Your eyes had squeezed tightly. Ten seconds passed, later twenty, thirty, and finally, the pain started to pull back like the tide going out. It left your tightly curled-up fingers first and then slowly worked its way up your stiffened arm sprinkled with faint cuts across your skin, the lollipop that had sputtered out of your mouth crushed underneath his muddy shoe.
What did your mother say to you? You wondered while examining the fresh scratches that flickered across your wrists- That a punch was fair game if they threw the first one? If they hit first, at least make sure you win? It seemed pretty applicable to the situation you were currently in.
Heart drumming against your chest, you're frozen on the floor. The seeming leader of the group began to stare at you boredly, your other stiffened hand lingering over the soreness of your right cheek before staring back into black eyes with wide ones. "Don't-"
Your cracked voice got caught in the dryness of your throat, and your bottom lip slightly cracked before something cool brushed against the area of your bare neck from your bookbag.
The eldest of the group once more took another step towards you while his patchy eyebrow curled upwards- Right as he could lay another hand on you, you swiftly yanked out your metal bat from the carefully tucked away spot in your bag. Your scraped knuckles had run across the cooled surface briefly in consideration before you had slammed it across his pointed knee.
The initial shock of it all is passing, and you feel your shoulders hike up with the tension. Your light fingertips fumbled with the grip of the coolness of the handle of the bat as it clattered harshly across the smoothness of the concrete underneath you.
The hit was quick, imagining that in any other scenario that your baseball coach would have been grinning ear to ear at how nimbly you adjusted to hold the bat. The pain, however, was seemingly like fire burning up his legs. The boy winced as his reddened hand flew to further cradle his leg with a scrunched-up expression close to his chest.
Before another word or threat could escape his curled-up lips, you had snatched up the turtle shell frantically into your arms with a hurried swipe. The smoothness of the distinctive shell now brushed on the grim of your striped uniform as it huddled to the warmth of your sprayed-out hands.
You stumbled over the muddy laces of your sneakers, and the steady pound of your footsteps echoed into your crackling ears. You felt a thick bead of sweat roll down your forehead and splatter to your wobbling chin with each stride. The soles of your shoes hit the cracked pavement of the alleyway with each thundering step.
The boys had huddled around their friend from the corner of your eye, a faint trickle of purple hues already blooming across his freckled skin where you had ever so precisely struck him.
"Metal doesn't taste too great, huh, amigos?" A voice had trickled out with a mingled laugh, unfamiliar but full of childlike wonder and teasing fluttering in the air, "Oh! I wish you guys could see your faces right now!"
You couldn't focus on the sudden voice or give it a second thought about where it may have escaped. You had fled away from the cramped alley, your eyes desperately scanning across the bundles together shops & boldly printed signs exclaiming exciting daily new deals. You spend around a tight shop corner, nervously bouncing off one wall, arms flailing to keep your balance.
There was a harsh sting in your hand as you were stumbling through the crowd of shoppers mingling across the sidewalk through the building, passing by each shop display and ignoring the worried looks passing buyers shot at you. A person calls out to you as you accidentally brush shoulders against them, whispering following your jagged path.
You scurried behind a couple of dumpsters that had begun overflowing with plastic trash bags stuffed with rotting leftovers from barbecues and old pizza boxes, holding the turtle shell close to your chest as you pressed your sore back against the brick wall with a faint breath.
The crowds gradually disappear as the afternoon market starts operating in the late evening. The crowds once again had begun swarming around for the evening snacks at the various food stalls and restaurants near the theater or to pick up some refreshing drinks.
Peeling your eyes away from the stream of people once the coast was clear from any scrambling bullies, your slumped shoulders pressed against the surface of the dumpster before hazily examining the detailed shell in front of you, lightly tracing the lines with your warm fingertips.
"Are you okay?" You tiredly mumbled to the turtle somewhat absent-mindedly with a shrug, wiping away the dirt that smeared across your puffed-out cheeks. Your tightened knuckles were grazed with faint scratches as you let out a raspy chuckle. "Seemed like you were handling yourself just fine."
You briefly thought about the voice that had seemingly called out to the bullies during your escape, tilting your face to observe the delicate details of the firm shell a bit more closely before finally setting down the heavy figure between the wobbling feet of your muddy shoes.
Your eyelashes fluttered a moment to a close, grazing across your cheeks before bringing the edge of your thumb off your nose to wipe it half-mindedly.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing." A voice had trickled back finally, a youthful laughter mingling in its tone.
Your posture changed almost instantly, like a cracked whip, and you straightened up at the sudden unexpected response. Your lofty, schoolboy pose quickly transformed while your crossed feet had now spread apart as you backed slowly away from what lay in front of your brightly colored shoelaces.
A sharp face was staring back at you with a wide-eyed expression and rather expectantly. His brightly shimmering green skin scribbled with huge yellow markings as his eyes shone like pebbles washed by the ocean waves. To finish it off, he had a smile that rested coyly on his lips that ignited an inner laughter of mischief.
No longer refrained from having to remain in his shell, the figure crouched in front of you was a few inches shorter in comparison to you. He couldn't have been much older than you as the grinning turtle sported a baby blue bandana that wrapped carelessly over his forehead that was scrunched up with a few lines.
"Holy fuc-"
His lanky hand hurriedly clamped over your mouth at the possible escape of a curse, the three fingers lightly covering your lips before motioning with his other hand- His seemingly pointer finger pressed over his slightly outstretched lips.
The turtle's brightly colored crimson streaks coated the corners of his face as his expression tilted towards you to the side, eyes furrowed in mild disapproval.
"Raph doesn't like those sorta words-" His smile never diminished, though his shoulders lowered a bit and his look fell into something more curious before carefully removing his hand from your mouth slightly. "Says it'll rot our brains."
Your brain seemingly stutters for a moment as your flared-up eyes begin to take in the faint hue of light from the flickering neon store lights nearby, every part of you going in a sputtering pause while your thoughts catch up.
"You talk-?" You finally choked out.
"And you just pulled a fat metal bat on those guys, amigue-" He retorted back with a slight chuckle, his smile lazily spread across his face along with the casual shrug of his shoulders. "I'd say we both had our fair share of surprises!"
Blinking a few times at his chipper joke, you tentatively patted for your bat with your open palm as your fingers lingered over the empty spot in the gaping pocket of your ratted bookbag.
"In case you are looking for your lil ole bat to clobber me with-" The red slider mused while eyeing the notable panic of your hands but deciding to give off a dramatic shake of his head to refute you. "Dude, you dropped it while getting us away from the bullies that I was handling on my own just fine, remember?"
You blink. The freshwater turtle wordlessly gestures to your bag, eyes flitting down to your back before coming back up again as if to say, 'go ahead', and you do.
Shit. You buried your hands into your palms with an exaggerated sigh seeping across your lips. Your mom had bought you a nice bat at the second-hand store and to arrive home empty-handed to practice would earn you a fat scolding surely.
Peeking between your fingers, you stared at the turtle staring expectantly back at you blankly with a snort- "You were totally handling it back there?"
"I was!" He declares, finger raised in the air. The turtle then leans down comically, hand pulled up against the side of his mouth as if he were sharing a secret, and 'whispering' in a loud manner that only he can do. "Leonardo never admits defeat to a bunch of chumps-"
"You were quite literally getting stepped on."
"I was giving them a fake sense of confidence!"
At first, you blink dumbly at him, then you snort after the goofy smile he has is contagious. Light sarcasm comes naturally to him, you assumed.
"Leo-" You nodded, his name carefully rolling across your tongue as you sounded it out. You give a half-hearted shrug, mouth downwards into a frown, eyebrow raised. "What were you even doing? How did you even get caught by those guys?"
He leans back, hands clasped together lazily. His eyes turn downwards towards the floor before wiggling his feet, smile softening, "Sorta got lost, it's actually the first time I've been up here." One of Leo's fingers nervously circles over his bare knee, drawing little stars across his freckled skin.
You fiddle with your uniform's pockets as your hands are stashed away before blinking at him curiously. "Here?"
"The surface-" Leonardo glanced at you before he clarified, signaling outwards with one of his hands. As if to emphasize, Leo's smile widened with a row of sharp teeth revealing a few of his baby teeth missing, his lanky fingers coming to the side of his mouth in a grin with a slight twist, "Handsome guys like myself kinda give people the creeps here, sorta like with you just now."
You pause for a moment, still, then the slight sway of your intertwined hands wiggle as you press your back further to the wall. "I thought you were a turtle. A pet one with a cute lil tank and stuff." You lightly scratched the back of your neck before blowing a dragged-out raspberry defensively, "The talking part caught me off guard, bro."
Leo's demeanor is still cheerful at your response, the voice lighthearted for being in the stance of someone unbothered by being mistaken for a domesticated pet. "Touché."
The ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking some coffee was still lingering as you quickly peeked your head around the rusting dumpster. The constant commotion of conversing voices rages up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi.
"I am not even allowed to be up here yet-" Leo goes to speak, then halts before doing, leaving the air hanging with his realization. His enthusiasm dampers a bit, molding into a flash of confusion before his bandana flattens and his look turns deadpan.``My brother's totally make it sound like such a scary place! So I sorta snuck out just to point to them that nothin' scares me.``
Your eyes flicker over to Leo's hand specifically, his fingertips almost aggressively tapping on his knee for seemingly a semblance of comfort despite his beaming smile. You open your mouth to bring this fact to his attention before deciding otherwise as to whether he noticed your hesitation, you couldn't tell.
Cupping your chin into the palm of your hand, your eyes shimmered in a light glint, "Your brothers, huh?" You muttered out, admittedly more so to yourself but Leo simply grins at your slight dabble of comfort.
"They are probably losing their minds right now, especially Raphie-" Leo chuckled, the blue bandana he wore slipping down his face before hooking his finger around the fabric and eagerly tugging it upwards. "Bet ya in 30 minutes they are gonna be calling dibs on my room though."
You couldn't believe you were engaging in a conversation with a talking turtle. You probably had pinched yourself through the fabric of your baseball uniform a couple of times throughout the conversation to remind yourself that this was your current reality. Still, though, you found yourself incredibly intrigued by the life Leonardo had with his brothers.
Getting up with a small grunt escaping your curled-up lips, you calmly dust off your pants with your fingertips before offering Leonardo a grin of your own, "We should go find them." You announced before extending him a friendly hand where he was crisscrossed on the floor.
Smiling widely, Leo reached out for your hand contently before pulling himself up. Taking a few steps back at the light stumble at his sudden closeness, you scratch the back of your neck before glancing at star-struck turtles, "How exactly do we find them?"
"Easy, muy facil-" Leo's eyes flickered before he managed to snag a tree branch from the top of the creaking dumpster, comically bending down a bit and doodling the start of a rough map.
You peered over his slim shoulders as the turtle sketched out an extremely neat underground network of New York on the muddy concrete floor. Thick lines had been sketched crossing over smaller ones as some blocks indicated subway stations nearby while others displayed local pizza restaurant locations.
"You've never been up here," You noted lightly with crossed-over arms as the turtle scanned your puzzled yet amazed expression that likely had little sparkles captured in them, "How do you even know the layout of New York so well?"
Finishing up his sketch, Leo wiped his hands over his padded knees before carelessly tossing the crooked tree branch to the side in satisfaction, "Pizza takeout menus." He proudly admitted through a light rub underneath his nose and a cocky glint in his eyes.
The tip of your fingers lingered over the drawn-out display of New York's network system before hovering over a particular drawing at the very edge of the illustration.
It was a doodle of four distinct figures. One of them was bulkier in comparison to the other three with an exaggerated sharp tooth, the other sported a pair of thick glasses while the third had cute drawn-out paint splotches across his chubby face. "Your brothers, I'm assuming?" You quipped to Leo before tapping at the final drawing: A hefty and unkept rat figure with a fluffy bathrobe swallowing his pudgy figure.
Lips pursed, you wiggled your pointer finger curiously with a small waggle, "And your?-"
"Well, my dad!" Leonardo's eyes twinkled brightly and matter-of-factly as if this revelation was a rather obvious aspect of his family tree.
"I see." Your eyebrows stitched together in confusion before curling up your bottom lip. You decided against questioning Leo's parental figures since before this day, you would have busted your ass laughing if someone insinuated you would have met a talking turtle. The idea of him having a rat as a father should not be as far-fetched as a concept.
Placing his finger on the map, Leo motioned at one specific area where the lines crossed and intertwined. "Bro, here it should be perfect!" Leo moved his shoulder after that sentence passed his lips just a bit with an excited thumbs-up shot in your direction.
Before you could even open your mouth to offer any sort of protest, Leo already had elegantly swung himself onto the surface of the abandoned dumpster and gripped onto one of the metal handles of a rusting ladder that was bolted to the side of the creaking brick building.
His three fingers maneuver to a lazy surfer sort of gesture as his slightly ripped bandana flickered back and forth at his swaying movements, "Plus, I got someone who can build you a way better bat, no charge since you are my plus one!"
"He's been gone for nearly an hour!" Donnie fumbled with the frames of his thick glasses that were propped on his face before glancing back toward the tablet that illuminated his scowl. "Raph, we have literally no clue where he could be."
The brown dirty water squashed inside the hollow cylinder-like tunnel. Grizzling walls of this tunnel-sewer sprinkled dust due to their age perhaps. These walls were like the inside of a circular tube and were swollen and soft due to wetness. Two parallel platforms were raised in the hollow of the tunnel to serve the dual purpose of forming a cavity, a way to maintain the water flow in the form of beds, and also serving as the footpaths if one had to walk inside this sewer tube.
The place reeked. Light seldom traveled in this tunnel and that too in scraps--now and then when a manhole is opened. The structures like ladders that were kept on the platform, the pipes on the wall, and the steel garters to support the tunnel; all were crowded by gossamer spiderwebs.
Raphael brought his cramped hand to the surface of his scrunched-up forehead, his shimmering yellow tooth peeking out as he spoke to his younger brother. "C'mon Don, you are great with stats!" The snapping turtle warmly smiled towards his sibling, placing a light yet comforting hand on Donnie's bare shell, "We surely covered tons of ground already! Share the facts, little bro."
"Statistically speaking," Donatello stared boredly at the concrete ceiling with sarcasm mingling in his voice as he admired the faint cracks that decorated above the group. Donnie began smiling blankly back toward Raph, his purple mask wrinkling at the sides of his face. "We are screwed."
Before Raph could protest Donnie's foul mood during their search, Mikey gingerly took the opportunity to tug on his older brother's spare arm for comfort.
Mikey trudged along the path with his little coloring book & a thick jumbo-sized orange crayon jammed between the clutch of his chubby fingers. "Raphie? It has been a while-" The youngest turtle questioned with the slightest tilt of his head, baby blue eyes widening at the increasing amount of time away from his older brother. "Is Leo really missing?-"
Raph fondly rubbed Mikey's head with a slight ruffle, a hearty chuckle brimming at the ends of his toothy grin. "C'mon? Leo? Y'know our brother, Mikey." Adjusting the sleeves of Michelangelo's bright orange hoodie warmly as his sentence dragged out any sort of lingering worry. "He's just out and about, our job as the Mad Dogs is to check up on him!"
Mikey, seemingly convinced, nodded before holding his Jupiter Jim coloring book closer to the comfort of his chest. His nimble fingers looped tightly around one of Raph's.
"And when we do find him, we'll give him a big hug." The snapping turtle curtly plucked up his youngest brother before swiftly tossing him onto his shoulder with a slight tug of the lips. "And I'll strangle the blue outta him for thinking that leaving without telling us nuthin' was a brilliant idea."
Donatello's eyes flitted to offer a sideways glance at his oldest brother in curiosity, his fingertips remaining on the faint hue emitting from his tablet. "We should at least tell Splints."
Raphael paused his hurried pace as Mikey innocently looked up at his brother's sudden stern expression, his usual friendly tone constructing into something more adamant. More serious.
"No-" He finally retorted in response before scratching the tip of his muzzle in earnest frustration, "The last thing we need to tell dad is that our mutant baby brother is wandering the streets of New York right about now alone."
Finally reaching a thin metal ladder leading out of the sewers once more, Raph began climbing up the rigid steps as his small claws began sharply curling around the metal bars.
"Donnie!" Raphael's voice carried across in a faint echo as Mikey's small arms tightly looped around his eldest brother's neck for support, "Which stop is this one?"
Donnie gripped tightly onto his tablet as his glasses began sliding down his snout. He didn't necessarily agree with Raphael's objections to informing Splinter of the situation. Rather, it seemed almost essential for him to be aware of the lack of knowledge of Leo's whereabouts. "Our 45th stop, Raph!" Donatello blinked before gripping the rusting handles that led toward the surface.
"We'll get him home before dinner time."
You both sat contently on a curb of an abandoned street. Your stiffened fingers warmly cupped your chin in between the palm of your hand as the other dug contently into a half-empty bag of cheese puffs you had bought from a local convenience store with the extra cash you stashed away in your pocket.
"Leo- You barely left any for me!" You muttered through furrowed eyebrows, plucking one of the cheese curls from the plastic bag with a scowl.
Leonardo had never tried cheese puffs before this moment so his eager gobbling of the snack was to be expected from him. Ten whole years of his life had gone by and had never even gotten to try such a delicacy before living in the sewers. His smile was comically smothered with orange stains that coated his fingers.
"Can you possibly blame me? It is delicious!" He proclaimed victoriously with a gurgle of delight at the discovered snack before placing two cheese curls at the corner of his outstretched mouth to mimic a walrus. "I can even do tricks with this snack!"
He's only slightly disappointed that you only snort in amusement rather than drop your jaw open, overcome by unmitigated awe, but that sliver of dismay is swiftly knocked out of him once you reach over and lay your palm flat over his wrist.
Leo stares at you quizzically with the two curls hanging oddly from his agape mouth before you manage to snap one of them in half and toss it into your mouth contently.
"Dude! Not cool-" The red slider attempts to reach for another chip with an extended hand gingerly fishing for more. "It just tastes cheddar than anything else!"
You paused with a few blinks, stifling a loud chuckle with your other free hand that wasn't attempting to keep your cheesy snack safe from Leo's grubby hands.
A cheese pun?
"Leo!" You hum warmly before taking a swing of your grape soda can that crinkles underneath the pressure of your lingering thumb, "That was a bit cheesy, no?"
"Finally!" Leonardo hummed before taking a sip of his can of orange soda while peeking in your approval. "Someone who understands my comical and untapped talent!"
To his dismay, you don't even bat an eyelash at the turtle's cool, unfazed act. You only tut softly and side-eye him with a gentle reprimand creeping to the front of your tongue.
You had both enjoyed each other's company. Had anyone decided to walk upon the both of you, from a distance it most likely would have appeared as two friends hanging out after the movies? Tossing snacks playfully at one another and taking exciting sips of their fizzy drinks.
The color of the sun was now a light creamy yellow, and it was easy to distinguish it from the light blue color of the sky. There were few clouds, but they were far away, so the sun was taking up all the space above the horizon. As the sunset was starting, the sun was going down slowly changing its color from creamy yellow to shades of glowing orange.
You almost would have forgotten the true reason the both of you had resided for so long at the abandoned street. The rusting pothole wiggled a bit from the concrete surface by your sneakers before being pushed aside to reveal a tentative green head peeking out to examine its surroundings.
"Raph, he's not here- Why on earth would he be so close to Staten Island." An annoyed voice whined out.
Leo's face perked up instantly at the looming complaints. If he was a dog, you could quite literally imagine his ears stiffening upwards dramatically at the familiarity of the voice.
The end of his blue bandana loosened at the seams ever so slightly. "Donna! Is that you?" The turtle stumbled before he quickly rose from the side of the curb with one sole cheese curl propped in the side of his puffed-out right cheek. "Only you, mi hermano, could be the voice of such cynicalness."
You decided to stand up as well to introduce yourself at the mention of his brothers with an embarrassed cough brushing past your lips before flinching at the light blur of orange that had managed to eagerly tackle Leonardo to the ground.
Having dropped his unfinished coloring book to the side with a thud! the youngest turtle's lanky arms had snaked around his brother's waist with a loving warmth. "Leo!" The little turtle sniffled out in relief, small bubbly tears brimming the corner of the brightest baby blues that were rapidly blinking. "You are okay!"
Carefully placing the tip of his chin onto his brother's shaking head, Leo had softly run his three fingertips across the brightly colored surface of his brother's shaking shell before chuckling. "Mikey!" He whispered with a toothy grin as Michelangelo's fat tears continued to leak over the fabric of Leo's shredded top.
As they shared a warm embrace, a larger figure emerged. In comparison to the previous three brothers, who were shorter and lankier, this figure was frankly the opposite as you swallowed the gasp you had been quietly holding. He was truly massive in size, his thick scales decorating his body a potent mossy green, lightly glistening under the faint hue of the descending sunshine. A sole yellow fang revealed a row of jagged teeth encasing around it.
Of course, Raphael's size was hardly intimidating to any else except yourself or your sudden squeak at his thundering approach. "Raph! Hey big guy." Leo perked up from his hug with Mikey with a devilishly wide grin as the eldest brother placed a warm hand over Leonardo's lazy shoulder. "Don't get emotional on me now"
Raph wrapped his bulky arms around Leo's waist- A gentle yet rather nervous Leo whispering hurriedly almost squawking at the sudden tightening grip of his older brother's hug. "A little t-tight, no?"
You hear another hiss of air escape from between his gapped teeth, snout gruffly wrinkled at his baring claws that began digging almost threateningly. "Next time, you decide to go prancin' about on your own, I will personally ensure that it is your last time." Raphael's steel grip loosened just as swiftly at his humorously loud chuckle, sharp features softening to something you could only assume was an actual smile. "Other than that, I'm so relieved to see you, little bro."
Finally sinking into a more genuine touch, Raphael's crimson mask crinkled before smothering Leo into his chest with a jagged sigh. "Please don't ever scare me like that again."
It takes Donatello a moment to find the right steps to bring his legs back into motion, trailing after his brothers like a titanic, unsettling shadow and only halting once he's standing far distance to avoid being hurled into the affectionate embrace.
"This is good!" Donnie finally heaved in shallow gasps before placing his large palms on the surface of his knobby knees, his glasses threatening to slip down his gasping expression. He had seemingly taken the brunt of the travels under the sewers, meticulously peeling off a worn-out sock that had sloppily stuck across his leg with a furrowed frown of disdain. "And you didn't get discovered by any humans-"
It seems at that selective moment, the group had finally acknowledged your presence that had been standing cautiously behind Leonardo. The reunion clouded their vision from the very obvious human kid who was fiddling with their fingers and suddenly very interested in the pattern of their shoelaces.
So even when Raphael takes a step towards you, rising to his full height while towering over you and lifts one enormous claw towards your chest curiously, causing you to lock your shaking knees and refuse to budge.
He's glaring back down at you, his dark crimson eyes somehow piercing right through the red sheen of his mask. "And what were you doing 'round my little bro, kid?"
You could admit that the situation itself didn't look the best out of context. You and Leo had been peppered with jagged scrapes & bruising across both of your skin. Both of your clothes are slightly tattered and rustled up.
Leonardo takes this opportunity to hurriedly step in between the both of you and the sudden tension, casually sliding in with two hands raised defensively in the air. "They are cool! They are cool!" He proclaims with a coyly posed grin all the while placing a soft hand on your shoulder, "They saved me-"
The snapping turtle's eyes narrow to thin slits at the claim from his younger brother. He scans you diligently for a moment, searching for any ulterior motive behind his brother's statement defending your honor. He finds nothing but genuine curiosity instead. Your tone was rather nervous and your eyes refused to properly meet his.
Blinking slowly, he remains quiet for a long time, but when he does speak, his voice is softer than you've ever heard it. "Introduce us." Raphael finally remarked.
"Ah-" The red slider turtle chuckled heartily with a light wheeze, nervously twiddling his fingertips. "Their name, what a great question-"
You offer him the courtesy of thinking about his answer first, brows knitting together and your nose scrunching up at the thought that you hadn't actually revealed your name to the squirming turtle.
Donatello is the first to break the silence, obvious disapproval fixated on his scowl, "Nardo! Have I taught you nothing about talking to strangers on the internet?" The spiny-shelled turtle muttered with two fingers pinched together before sharply waggling them at his slumped-over twin. "You learn their information while I stalk their internet presence and search for their address! God, I'm surrounded by amateurs-"
"[y/n]." You return, resisting the ingrained compulsion to reach out and shake the brother's hands, instead opting to keep your hands chummily into the pockets of your stained pants.
"Well, [y/n]," Donnie began repeating your name, pushing his glasses up his scrunched-up snout in almost annoyance that the conversation was even being held before blankly clapping his hands together. "We are quite frankly gonna have to kill you for discovering us. It's just protocol, so really, nothing personal. No hard feelings?"
Stiffly, the eldest turtle peels his lips back and pushes a low, guttural challenge from his throat, twisting his neck around to glower at the younger turtle. "What Donnie is tryna say-" The snapping turtle corrected, his eyes softening ever so slightly into something more genuine. "We can't have you talkin' about this to anyone, alright? We got a family to look out for, if humans started stickin' their noses out for us-" His voice quivers before finding strength again as little Michelangelo clings lightly to his leg. "-It would be unsafe for all of us."
A cool summer breeze blows lightly through your hair and whistles past the grouped turtles, causing goosebumps to arise on your crossed arms. With your eyes closed and facing toward the final glimpses of the sun, you welcome the little warmth you can gather and breathe in the salty air.
"Lips sealed-" You hummed out finally in agreement as your soft lips stretched out smoothly before mimicking a pretend key with your nimble fingers, a lingering chuckle rushing past your smile. "No one would believe me anyways."
Your delicate fingers touch Leo's curled ones and you step around the blue-tinged turtle, peeking timidly at Raph as you venture a little closer to his face.
"Donnie, I promised [y/n] you would whip them up something for them?" Leonardo pressed his pointer fingers together sheepishly before his palms tentatively skimmed over the back of his neck with a small laugh. "They totally lost their baseball bat 'cuz of me. I owe em-"
Truthfully? You had forgotten all about your missing bat. You probably wouldn't even have mentioned the fact that Leo offered a replacement earlier even if you had a recollection of him encouraging you to accept a new one.
Rolling up his sleeves figuratively, Donatello seemed to genuinely light up at the challenge as his glasses glinted with a cartoonish shine. His seemingly stoic face perked up rather quickly before fishing into his pockets with a hurried and rather maniacal giggle.
"You truly do underestimate my skills, Leon-" The masked figure remarked coyly with the waggle of a mini screwdriver he had stashed away with other random metal scraps and trinkets.
You toss him a quizzical glance as Donnie's back remains turned away for a moment of tinkering at the flickering light that started to emit from his hand, though just as quickly your eyes meet his, he abruptly halts in satisfaction. He tilts his head down before tossing you a small rectangular shape box about the size of your palm.
Holding it up to your squinted eye, you rotate the small box carefully to examine it further. You truthfully had no idea what you were looking at. It was a compact box with a thick button at the very edge that the surface of your thumb curiously teetered around. "Thanks?-" You muttered, your teeth carefully gnawing at your bottom lip.
The box easily sprung in size at that very moment, almost defiantly to make up for your mellow dramatic reaction. Gears faintly churned inside the tiny structure before reconstructing themselves into the size of a narrow bat. A little gasp escaped your pursed lips as it snuggled into your fingertips, fitting perfectly in the grip of your hands.
Afterward, everyone began giving their goodbyes before submerging into the warmth of the sewers. Michelangelo had given you a comforting embrace, the very top of his head reaching barely your hips and leaving you with his prized orange crayon in your possession. Raphael offered an embarrassed smile, shaking your hand contently with the slightest scratch at the back of his neck. Donatello kept his distance from you during his goodbye with a light nod of acknowledgment, though the slick metal arm from his shell carefully gave you the smallest head pat, ruffling up your hair at their departure.
You were left with Leonardo, his dark eyes shifting over to yours carefully, revealing the soft swirls of light brown amidst them. His expression was no longer pulled into a snarky grin, but rather a smaller and oddly more sincere smile.
"Thank you-" Leo softly remarked, his head sinking warmly into the crook of your shoulder, his blue bandana slipping once more down the length of his forehead. He didn't specify what exactly he was thanking you for. Had it been for finding him in the alleyway? Traveling across New York and reuniting him with his family? The cheese curls he had scrummaged for himself? Strangely enough, you didn't need an answer to any of those questions. His warm arms encasing you into a light embrace was answer enough.
Pulling away, Leonardo's eyes ever so slightly widened at your fingertips softly brushing against his cheek. You had pulled down the fabric he had tied lazily around his forehead. Gently pressing enough force with your thumbs, you tore two symmetrical holes with a content hum lingering over your curled back lips.
Tying the fabric once again as you bit down on your tongue, you brought the mask over his eyes tightly. His eyes never left yours before you gingerly patted the cloth down with a satisfied hum tickling the back of your throat at your work.
"There." You murmured contently to him, "You look like a hero."
His face felt a bit warmer. Perhaps it had been the earlier summer weather that led to such heat across his face or perhaps it had been the expression of pure admiration etched across your softened features for him, little was certain. Regardless, his half-lidded eyes flickered with a delicate shine at your tentative praise. He had never quite met someone like you, had he?
Taking a moment, Leonardo allowed his legs to take off at a hurried pace. He stumbled a few times through his dash before allowing his body to dive into the opened pothole, his charming smile still bright.
"See ya on the flip side, [y/n]!"
The streetlamps that weren't burned out projected little circles of white light onto an empty, cracked sidewalk. The traffic light swung in the breeze, telling all the nonexistent drivers to stop.
The wet, desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the portholes shimmered by the glow of the bright, yellow street lamps at every corner.
It had been raining for hours now, the steady patter of water against your coat long since faded to a dull rush in the back of your mind.
You were clutching the handle of a tiny plastic bag, pulling your coat closer around your shaking frame. Roaming around the streets of New York City in the middle of the night was the last thing you were planning on tonight, but after your roommate had caught a fever, the idea of staying inside was tossed out the window. Before she could even protest through her weak cough, you had already tugged on your sneakers & hooked your keys through your fingertips with a soft jingle.
Glancing down into your wrinkled bag as you strutted, you hadn't bought much on your trip to the local pharmacy. Some Tylenol clanged happily in the plastic, a few different Gatorade flavors & a couple of cans of chicken soup that had been discounted at the clearance section.
You tramped your way along the rutted, muddy trail in irritated silence. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight. Not that you could tell; the clouds above you grouped grayly. You had your cracked cell phone to emit some light in your bag-any good man does-but God knows it wouldn't light in this weather.
A piercing gust of wind shook the trees above your head, showering your already miserable frame with a fresh deluge. You wiped the water from your eyes with a wet sleeve and tucked a lock of hair back under the protection of your hood. What you wouldn't give for an umbrella.
You continued your walk home with your hands stuffed into your pocket for an added bit of warmth, only a few more blocks till you were home at your dingy apartment and could badger your roommate for not bundling up properly.
You pulled the black hood over your saturated form as you sauntered in the soft rain, small pellets of water spitting on your hands as the remainder of the drops quench the scattered puddles decorating the asphalt.
Though, in one of the pools of rainwater on the street, an oddly familiar flash of blue lingered in the reflection of the puddle that earned your attention. You managed to lift your head just a bit, craning stiff your neck to the flickering streetlight instead.
Squinting- The flicker of blue seemingly disappeared into the shadows.
"Crap," You mumbled to yourself before your half-lidded eyes adjusted back as your phone slipped from your quivering grasp. The cellular device skittered a few steps in front of you across the smooth pavement, faint curses escaping your warm breaths loosely. "Just my luck, huh?" Placing your shopping bag carefully on the sidewalk before closely inspecting the possible damage to your phone, the surface of your thumb inspecting for new cracks on the busted-up screen protector.
Looking relatively unharmed under your inspection, you gently wiped off some of the raindrops that had smeared across your phone screen during the tumble with a satisfied hum and dropped the phone into the pockets of your sweatpants for safekeeping.
"Are you done with these then?"
Startled, your head turned around at the sudden voice that lingered behind your crouched figure. Two young men in thin, dark jackets were inspecting your abandoned bag near your muddy feet. Their black shoes were shimmering from the trickles of the rain. One of the guys, in particular, was handling the crinkled receipt paper that you had mindlessly tossed into the bag after purchasing any items of higher value. His sausage-like fingers skim down the items.
Your eyebrow quipped upwards at the blunt question, carefully peeling back some of the hair strands that clung to your warm forehead before staring rather dumbly at them. "What are you even talking about?"
"These," One of the men answered gruffly as his large nose wrinkled up at your confusion, still rooting around the food you had just recently purchased from the store with his gloved fingers. "Your bag, kid." A gold ring gleamed softly under the pitter-patter of the rain.
Honestly, if these men thought you had any cash on you at the moment and targeted you for that reason, you were flattered. Perhaps even start chuckling at how amusing the situation was. You were lucky to have enough money for the weekly bus fare to your part-time job on the other side of town every morning, much less to hand these guys over any currency.
Stumbling upwards to your untied shoelaces, your narrowed eyes glanced carefully around your surroundings at the street corner you were on. Fat blobs hit the display windows of many empty stores hard before sticking for a moment, then oozing down toward oblivion. Businesses were seemingly and hurriedly packed up for the night, the neon sign that spelled 'open' at the local Chinese buffet burnt out to only a soft flicker in the hue of the rain.
"No."
"You left them," Suddenly the other man said, his soft jaw-dropping before releasing a hollow laugh that's about as far from friendly as one could get. It's bitter and mocking.
Digging your curled-up fingertips into your pockets casually, your fingers began twisting the fuzzy fabric of your pants. You kept your cool, your usually softer eyes firmly holding both of their gazes with a stiffened expression. "I put them down for a second." You clarified quickly and matter-of-factly, remembering to bite down on your tongue to stop any sharp retort from escaping your curled-up lips.
"Same thing, if ya ask me," The first man responded with a blank chuckle, peeling his lips back to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth. He pulled one of the dented cans of soup out of the bag he was holding that had a slapped clearance sticker on it, lazily throwing it back and forth between his tight grip. "You don't mind if I take one of these, do you?"
"Fine," You rasped out in a small spat. A weary sort of resignation crept into your stomach at the sight. You wanted nothing more than to snatch your bag away from them, your white knuckle grip tightening at your phone that lingered warmly in your pocket but you stayed frozen in place with no sudden movement. You didn't want a fight.
"What kind of bitch buys this cheap shit anyways?" The second man chimed in under the dim light with a wrinkled-up expression, casually whipping out a fat cigarette from his pocket and rolling it between his fingertips. He was a bit larger than the first man with a round stomach that chunkily jutted over his leather belt, standing a good head taller than you even in his slouched-over position.
As the minutes pass in silence though, you continue to hold your ground, albeit with trembling hands that sift through your pockets slowly. "Look, I don't want any trouble," You piped up, trying to attract the attention of anyone who may be passing by. You purse your lips before chewing a welt into your lower lip, stealing a glance towards the deserted street.
Though your request seems to fall with little reception. The shorter of the pair slips forward with a gapped smile, his greasily slicked back hair sparsely covering the bald spots that revealed from his head. "No? Good," He hissed out contently in an attempt to seem friendly, extending his waggling fingers. "You won't mind giving us your wallet then."
"What?"
"Your wallet." The pudgy thief remarked with a low spat, picking at his crooked teeth with the edge of his pinky boredly. "Hand it over. You gotta have some sorta cash on ya."
"I don't have any money," You remarked plainly, your voice creeping up higher than expected before coughing. "Just take the bag." You tiredly dug for your wallet in your pockets, fishing for it and tossing them your wallet anyway to their satisfaction, knowing full well the only things they'd find in it would be a few mostly used-up gift cards and the wrinkled-up change for the food you had bought earlier.
Rustling through your wallet once more, both of their faces melted into pure disgust. Their thumbs hovered shakily over the few crinkled dollar bills that they had managed to tug out from the depths of your wallet. Their rough faces begin to dip into a heated scowl with a rough breath, licking the frantic sweat off their upper lip.
"Grab 'em'."
As soon as the order was made, your eyes widened before you felt two sturdy hands wrap firmly around your wrist in a sharp snatch. Long nails harshly dig into your supple skin as you begin thrashing your arms to loosen his tightening grip.
Blanching, you immediately try to back up, but your head knocks painfully at the wall behind you and you realize, with a sinking sensation in your gut, that you're well and truly trapped as a behemoth of two men closes in on you, their motions far more ungainly.
Wincing, with your other free hand, you managed to swipe the final object deep into the crevices of your pocket. A black little box with a small button gleaming proudly at being pulled out for this moment. Granted, the paint had chipped away over the years and a few scratches had been added.
The metal baseball bat rose to life, the little gears gleefully turning at a rapid speed to be used once more before reconstructing contently into your shaky palm.
Before anything could happen though, around you the room had begun to pulse, the blue-ish illumination flickered in front of you burning brightly as you felt a faint pressure in your perked ears, the walls and floor cement vibrating intensively.
Both the men had scrambled to the ground at the sight, their gruff voices beginning to croak at the lingering silhouette that had slowly stepped out. "Get the fuck away from me, freak!"
Magic roared from the sudden appearance of two narrow blades and rebounded with a savage eruption that smashed the two men down.
Before you, you saw the faint outline of a figure, coyly hanging in the dark with only the white glint of their eyes sharpening. Plunged back into darkness, the sound of a sword's sharpened tip began sliding sweetly across the cement floors sending chills down your spine.
Even in the dark, you could tell that the figure moved with perfect control. Their movements almost toying with the two men boyishly in boredom, doing quick backflips over their slumped shoulders as their playfully chipper laughter began mingling the air.
"C'mon, boys, it can't be that easy, now?"
You urgently fumbled to get a better look at the silhouette. When you looked back up, the outline was gone, and cold footsteps echoed around the empty street.
As you inhaled deeply, you heard a loud crash of thunder, feeling a small, cool raindrop hit your bruised cheek, and flow down your quivering face to your neck. It was followed by one more raindrop, and then yet another. A gasp passed through your lips, as they curved into a tremulous smile.
That voice sounded so- familiar. Deeper, but familiar.
The drops of rain hung on your lashes and then ran down your cheeks, kissing your pursed lips. Behind you, a large figure in a blue bandana looms protectively over you. His almond eyes scanned you carefully as his grip tightened on the hold of his swords that were still emitting a soft blue light.
His eyes widen the smallest fraction from behind the mask in a glint of recognition. Turning your head just a bit, your eyes wander over his bright green scales and the blue bandana that harshly flowed behind his hesitant step. Leonardo's breaths had become jagged at the soft droplets that beaded through the tuffs of your hair.
"It's you."
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Literally all I want to do is write something that makes people insane and maybe scream silently over it like is that so much to ask
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Making Amends
Donnie x Female Cheating Reader
Warnings: Nothing really
Notes: Felt bad I did my boy Donnie dirty, so I decided to make a second part to my Donnie x Cheating Reader. He deserves to have a happy ending, I love my boy Donnie and felt really horrible for having him done wrong. So enjoy the second part to You Wrong 😂
"I don't know, why don't you ask your little girlfriend!" Y/N watches as Donnie pushes Leo aside as he storms off to Mikey's room.
Leo just stands there completely baffled.
"What just happened?" Y/N questions as she walks over to Leo.
"I have no idea." Leo says as he rubs the back of his neck, just as confused as her.
That conversation happened over a month ago, since then neither Y/N nor Leo have been able to talk to Donnie.
No matter what they both tried, Donnie was agressive and short when talking with them both.
Only Mikey was the one who was aware of the situation at hand, of course he only heard from Donnie's side of the story. Which left him a bit confused, he knew something wasn't adding up. Then there was poor Raph who was left clueless during this whole mishap, only seeing and feeling the aftermath when the two lovers would argue and fight. Leaving Donnie to storm off back to his lab, as Y/N would go running to Leo's room crying.
Mikey had to get to the bottom of this, he hated seeing his brother so angered like this, but he also hated seeing his best friend crying.
He knew Doctor Feelings would be showing but first, Mikey is gonna consult with Raph, see if Raph had gotten anything from either of the lovers.
-With Mikey-
"Hey Raph, you busy?" Mikey asks as he peeks his head around the corner, seeing Raph laying on his bed.
"Not really, didja need something little buddy?" Raph says as he sits up, motioning for Mikey to come over.
"It's about Donnie and Y/N, something happened with them and I only heard Donnie's side of the story...but something doesn't add up." Mikey says as he gets Raph's full attention at this.
"I thought something was up, Y/N's been crying alot recently and going to Leo's room after arguing with Donnie." Raph says with sadness, he wanted to help fix this.
"Well Donnie claims hes been seeing Y/N hanging out with Leo more, looking at him, he's even walked in on them um..." Mikey's cheeks flush red at having to mention this, to Raph of all people. "Walked in on them having sex...but when I was told all this...something accured to me."
Raph nods, his face red from the mention of hearing his brothers "activity".
"Y/N and Leo had just got back from there training that day, they were never here...did Donnie forget that dad sent them away to train?" Mikey says as Raph's eyes widen.
"That's right! Y/N mentioned that pops has been training her and Leo. Sent them both to the woods to do more training on a different level." Raph shouts as Mikey nods his head rapidly.
"So then..." Mikey starts.
"Who did Donnie actually see...if that wasn't actually Leo and Y/N?" Raph finishes.
"That's it, group meeting. We need to fix this mess." Raph says as Mikey nods.
Mikey pulls out his phone and sends a mass text to the group, for a group meeting.
"Im gonna stop by dads room and pick something up, I'll meet you at the skate ramp." Raph nods.
"Let's just hope were right..." Raph gulps as he nods.
Let's hope there both right...for there own sake.
-With Leo and Y/N-
"Group meeting...let's go Leo." Leo nods as they both head to the skate ramp.
Everyone is there, even Donnie, but he's sporting a scowl on his face, clearly annoyed, once Leo and Y/N approach the rest of the group.
"Make it quick, I've got inventions that need to be made stat." Donnie says, annoyed that he's been taken from his work.
Y/N puts her hood up to cover her face, as she shoves her hands into her pockets as she tries not to look at Donnie.
"First off, we made a discovery, but before that we need to clarify something from last month. Y/N, dad sent you and Leo away to the woods for some training last month right?" Mikey asks as they both nod.
"Dad's been sending us away to train for two weeks each month why?" Leo asks as Mikey puts on his thinking face.
"Well Donald claims he saw you two having sex and so on...but how could you when you both were never here but out training. Here Donnie take a look at this, dad has a training schedule for those two, and I have to say your story doesnt match up with what you told me." Mikey says as he hands Donnie the schedule, Leo and Y/N shocked to hear this bit of news.
"Is this why you've been avoiding us?! You think I'd go after Y/N like that? She's my best friend, I wouldn't go after her like that. Not when she's dating my bro." Leo says as he looks at Donnie offended.
"What...but...who did I see then?" Donnie asks, his eyes filled with fear and regret.
Y/N took a look at Donnie, knowing that look of his.
She knew he fucked up.
She should be mad at him, furious, for thinking that she would cheat on him with Leo of all people.
Leo annoys her with his one liners and absurd use of puns, that alone annoys her and is a no go for her.
"I have an idea...Leo, remember when we had to run to the hidden city for some potions Draxum asked for?" Leo nods as his eyes widen.
"There were two mutants following us, they wanted the potions we had and since we refused to give them up, we fought them off." Y/N nods as she waits for Leo to continue.
"Not only that but they were also wanted criminals too. Weren't they like shapeshifters or something?" Leo says as Y/N nods.
"Fearshifters actually, took some time to dig out that information. There known to change into a person's fear and ruin there life for them, no matter what it could be, they would do so in any way possible."
Silence fills the room at this.
"You think they followed us?" Leo asks as the sound of a pan dropping onto the kitchen floor can be heard.
"Mikey and I can check that out." Raph says quietly as he motions for Mikey to follow.
With that the two disappear into the kitchen.
Y/N takes this time to look at Donnie, who appears to be lost in thought.
"Donnie...?" Y/N says quietly as he turns to look at her, his eyes filled with nothing but regret. "Y/N I'm so sorry...I..." Donnie stops, afraid to say anything more as it may ruin his bad boy attitude...that and Leo is still there with them.
Reading the air, Leo decides at this moment to let them figure stuff out. "I'm gonna check on Raph and Mikey." Leo says as he heads to the kitchen.
Donnie turns to Y/N, feeling ashamed of himself for thinking that Y/N would cheat on him.
"Y/N...I'm really sorry...I shouldn't have pushed you away like that..." Donnie starts.
"I had no idea dad was even training you two at all, you didn't tell me or say anything either...so I had assumed when you had been hanging out with Leon more than me I grew...jealous...but it wasn't the real you or him was it?" Donnie asks as he feels his cheeks grow hot red from embarrassment.
Y/N shakes her head, a small smile gracing her face underneath the hood covering her face.
"No, that wasn't us. I wanted to surprise you one day, show you I could defend myself so you wouldn't have to worry about me. Show you I can handle even our toughest of enemies if they even tried anything, but I guess that kinda backfired huh. Plus Leo isn't really my type, his one liners and puns are so annoying, can't stand it honestly." Y/N says as she rolls her eyes at this, knowing Donnie wouldn't have seen that.
Donnie smiles.
"I love you and only you Donnie, no one else can make me as happy as you do." Y/N says as she takes her hood down, a smile adorning her face as she looks at Donnie.
"Guess I have to makeup for a lot don't I love?" Donnie says as he chuckles.
Y/N approaches Donnie and hugs him, smiling as he hugs back. She looks up at his face as she leans in to peck him on the lips.
"I love you Y/N." Donnie says as he kisses her on the top of her head.
"Love you too D."
"Well I'm glad to see you two made up, but check out who we found lurking around in the kitchen. Leo says as him and Raph throw the culprits onto the floor in front of Donnie and Y/N.
"You two!" Y/N seethes out, anger fueling her blood as she sees the two mutants who almost cost her the love of her life.
Donnie moves to stand in front of Y/N, an annoyed frown on his face at seeing them.
"I have some words I'd like to say." Donnie starts.
"First off! Thanks for almost ruining my relationship! Secondly!" He dramatically gestures to the two mutants, an insane smirk on his face as he continues, "Secondly, how dare you show my fear, it's more so embarrassing than anything really, not that I have anything to worry about now...and last but not least, I'm gonna hurt you both so badly for ruining and entering not only my life but my family's life." Donnie says angrily as Y/N smirks at the scared mutants.
"Let me take care of the one babe, gives me a chance to show off my training." Y/N says as Donnie hands her his tech bo.
Oh yeah this is gonna be fun.
"With pleasure darling, show them no mercy, none at all!" Donnie says with a wicked grin on his face.
Y/N lifts the tech no in the air, pushing the button on the staff, as it shifts into a mallet.
"Ooooh yeah...Fibonacchi!" Y/N says as she slams the tech bo into the female mutant, sending her flying into the wall with a loud crash as she falls to the floor groaning.
"You messed with the wrong people." Y/N says as she approaches the cowering male mutant. "Please! Spare us! Were sorry!" We won't ever bother you again!" He shouts, clearly in a panic as he scrambles to his feet.
The mutant backs up, only to back up into Donnie. "Light's out!" Donnie shouts as he punches him.
Hard.
The mutant falls to the floor, effectively knocked out.
"Nice swing babe." Donnie says as he makes his way towards Y/N, embracing her from behind. Y/N smirks as she holds her head up high, "It's all that training I've been recieving Donnie." Y/N says as she leans back into Donnie as his hold on her tightens.
"God I love you." Donnie says as he kisses the top of her head.
The brothers can only watch in amazement at the duo's small fight.
They also know from now on to not mess with either of them, or at least not make them angry.
Leo plush! (RotTMNT)
I drew snow turdles having fun
I lob them so much.
Please reblog if you can! It helps me out a LOT on this cursed site that hates artists <3
asjdhsjdn i finally learned how to draw them acceptably
also why the fuck is the quality so bad i spent way too much fucking time making sure to avoid it uhhubjnelasdkn
based off of this (which is based off this)
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old AMV re-upload for a friend because the youtube version is restricted *wheezing* <3
[G.D.F.R ROTTMNT AMV]
