POR QUÉ SE VE DE TAN BAJA CALIDAD EL DIBUJO EN EL TELÉFONO!!??

Rottmnt with Leo or donnie fic being tired and not looking after themselves and s/o had cupped their face gently and looked concerned, “You need to take better care of yourself. Go to sleep for me will you?”

Sleep For Me (Rottmnt)

pairing ⤐ leo x gender neutral! reader

disclaimers ⤐ some sweet fluff

word count ⤐ 1k words

   Leo’s insomnia was no secret. Everyone knew he had it. Sometimes you’d catch him wide awake in his room with the tv playing softly, curled up in blankets and pillows with bags under his eyes. Sometimes he’d even be in the kitchen sipping on some freshly brewed coffee with this blank look on his face. 

    You tried to help him the best you could, to get some much-needed sleep so he wasn’t so exhausted the next day. The last thing you wanted was for him to hurt himself cause he was so exhausted cause he didn’t get any sleep. But it’s been getting worse recently. 

    He’s been going to bed at 6 or 7 in the morning, takes like a 3 or 2-hour nap and then he’s up. He moves around sluggishly, he’s tired and beat down. He doesn’t do his silly Leo things anymore cause he’s so tired. And it was really starting to concern you. You were resting on the floor one day, and he just flopped on your back and fell asleep, right on you. You even found him asleep hanging upside down on the couch. 

    And you were having enough of it. You were determined to make sure Leo got some decent sleep, even if it killed you. 

    “Leo! Leo, Leo, Leoooo~” You sang the turtles name as you bounced into the lair and to his room, where you knew he’d be chilling. You nudged the curtain aside, which blocked off his room from the rest of the lair and spotted said turtle laying on his bed reading a comic book. You held back the frown when you saw him blink sluggishly at you and a weak smile pulled at his lips. 

    “Hey Y/N...” He yawned and placed his comic to the side to sit up slowly, blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes. “When did you get here?” 

    ‘I’ve been here for about 3 hours Leo.” You said and sat down in front of him, watching his frown slightly and glance to the side in thought. ‘Do you not remember? I brought Pizza and we watched Lou Jitsu.” 

    “No....” he drawled out and looked at you sheepishly. Sighing, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. He sighed softly in relief and leaned against your warm hand, eyes closing as you gently caressed his cold face.

    “When was the last time you got some proper sleep, Leo?” You asked him softly as he nudged closer, a soft churr resonating from his throat. His eyes flickered open to look at you and his forehead furrowed together and he thought over your question and his answer. 

    “I don’t know...a couple of weeks ago.” He answered and you gaped at him in horror. It’s been a couple of weeks since he got some proper week? Oh hell no. Not on your watch. 

    “Alright, get up,” You said and pulled Leo off his bed and onto his feet. he wobbled slightly, but stood straight up, staring at you in confusion. 

    ‘What are you doing?” He asked you in confusion as you started rearranging his bed, moving around his blankets and pillow in some sort of fort. He watched you move around and tap your chin in thought. 

    “I’ll be right back. stay, here.” You pointed at him and ran out of his room. Leo rubbed his face and blinked at the ceiling, wondering what you were possibly gonna do. When you came back into his room and dropped a bunch of blankets and pillows on the bed, he blinked and frowned in confusion. 

    “What are you doing?” He asked again as you stacked the pillows and blankets on his bed. 

    “I...am making...a nest..” You said as you kicked off your shoes, and took off your jacket and sweater, leaving you in a tank top and leggings with socks. Huffing a bit, you crawled under the numerous blankets and lifted them offering him a smile and open arms, inviting him to join you under the blankets. 

    Smiling, he crawled under the blankets and into your arms. With no effort, he was resting between your legs, his arms woven around your waist with his head nuzzled into your chest. Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him close, the weight of the blankets and him settling over you comfortably. Your eyes were slowly flickering closed as sleepiness washed over you like a brick wall. 

    “Thank you....for doing this Y/N...” Leo blushed, eyes refusing to look at you as he nuzzled closer to you, body flush against yours. Smiling softly, you gently moved your hands to cuff his cheek and forced him to look at you. 

    “I’m only trying to help Leo,” you muttered and gently kissed the tip of his snout, his cheeks flushing darker. “you need to take better care of yourself. Will you try to sleep, for me?” 

    “I’ll try..” He whispered, nuzzling your chin with lidded eyes. Nodding in approval, you scooted deeper into the bed and sighed, resting your head against his breathing softly that would hopefully lull him into a deep sleep. Leo shifted, getting comfortable before he released a deep sigh, eyes closing in peace as you both laid there, relaxing in each other's presence. 

    When you woke up a few hours later, you found Leo deep asleep, resting on top of you still with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He was usually a mover in his sleep, but his body must have been so tired that it was completely shut down while he finally got some proper rest. 

    Out of fear, you refused to move, not wanting him to possibly wake up. So you closed your eyes and laid there, before falling back asleep again with him laying on top of you. But you can defiantly conclude one thing from your mission to make Leo get some proper sleep. 

    It was a mission complete.

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Dating Michelangelo Would Include (SFW):

Seguir leyendo

Las desventuras del barbas verdes, el pelón de lentes, y el cara de caja.

Me tarde 84 años y medio en hacer este jodido comic, asi que sean comprensivos, y utilizen su maquina del tiempo más cercana para viajar a la semana pasada cuando el tema de la WW3 aun era relevante.

Ok so, I tend to indulge myself with some TMNT 2k12 to pass the time and I really enjoy rewatching the entire series because I like seeing characters mature from the starting point. But I also enjoy watching certain episodes, my particular favorite being episode 7 of season 2: Slash and Destroy. Something about Raph’s relationship with his brothers always made me smile because despite how rash he can be, he still loves them.

But in this particular rewatch of this episode, something caught my eye. Remember in the first part of the episode where Raph gets angry at Mikey for getting his limited edition magazines dirty and when he tries to clean them (lick them clean), Raph got pissed and whacked him on head and said “You mess up everything, Mikey!” and oh my god, the look on Mikey’s face broke my heart.

He looks shocked, scared even.

He just kept looking back between the floor and Raph with that stare and I just felt so bad. He kept that fucking stare the entire time until Raph walked away.

That sad, depressing and heartbroken look is going to haunt me for as long as I live.

Michelangelo

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another meme I won’t finish ⤔ [4/20] female characters

Glim (Mune: Guardian of the Moon )

Heyy, here are some of my TMNT doodles and studies from through out the year

Featuring cute Mayhem post rottmnt movie, @eternalglitch's LFLS au Leo, baby Casy, my rabbit yokai oc I guess, and tons of bayverse Turtle studies!

There came a gentle of hum of music playing from a beaten up old radio. Today, it had been surprisingly peaceful down in the sewers.

Mikey had been wanting to bake cookies for the longest time, But his brothers, Fearing what an absolute disaster Mikey would make of the kitchen wouldn't allow it.

That was until you'd offered to watch Mikey, and clean up any messes the two of may make along the way. Which is how you now found yourself instructing the turtle on what to do, And teaching him what not to put in a cookie.

You would say your absolutely horrified when he had asked, if he can put pepperoni in the cookies, but then again, this was Mikey we're talking about.

"And you just add 1/2 halfs of baking soda,"

Y/n instructs, Handing over the red spoons which Mikey eagerly takes in his hands and fumbles around a bit. Tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, As he finds the right one.

Your quite suprised at how focused he's been the entire baking session- Sure there's the occasional jokes or refrences to a movie you'd both watched, but the turtle was really taking this whole baking session seriously.

Turning away, You take a glance at the wrinkled paper to make certain that that would be all for the ingredients.

After deciding that they both hadn't Screwed up anything, She allows herself to turn back to Mikey, Ready to tell him that all was left was the mixing. Though the turtle seemed preoccupied with the radio now, Fingers eagerly turning up the knob on the radio with an exicted grin on his face. Immediately, you recognize the sound of metallica- But which song...?

The thought is interrupted as Mikey pulls you away from the counter without warning.

"C'mon dance with me!"

You're taken by suprise at this, But try to tell him.

"The cookies, Mike. We need to finish-"

You begin to say, But he doesn't seem to be listening, Now begining to do the waltz with an arm coming to encircle your waist with a certain gentleness.

With the roll of your eyes, You give in- Despite the song itself not being one that most would usually dance along to.

After a few twirls, And even twirling Mikey around as well.

It takes a bit of focus, And when Mikey pulls you close momentarily, You understand finally that the song playing is 'Enter sandman.' A mystery now sloved as Mikey hums, Continuing to dance around with you slowly.

"Uh Mikey-"

The warning isn't fast enough, As

The turtle's shell bumps into the counter, And from the top shelf falls the flour, caking the once green turtle in a sheet of white.

The females laughter is loud, Disruptive to the peace as she tries asking if the turtle is okay, But only ends up choking on air and laughter in the end.

"Har har..."

Mikey mocks and briefly you think you've hurt his feelings.

"If you think this is funny, Wait till you get a load of this!"

A yell escapes your lips, As you wriggle out of his grasp, but not fast enough to avoid the white powder being tossed like a snowball at you.

Well... So much for keeping the kitchen clean.

in 2022 i just want any aib character to tell me im pretty lol. happy new year, babe

Omg I completely forgot I still had new year's drabbles in my drafts 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry baby, hope your year has been great 💖

He keeps looking at you weird. You feel like there's something on your face, and his constant staring is bordering on creepy by now. It doesn't matter where you go around the Beach, he just. Keeps. Following you.

So you do the sensible thing and keep yourself in your room, glad that at least in there you're not under the scrutiny of the scary-looking militant with the katana. It's not like he actually gave you a reason to fear him, but his appearance together with his intense gaze is enough to make your heart beat faster and your palms sweat from anxiety.

But you can't avoid him now that you're part of the same group for the games.

You do keep your distance from the rest of the group as you walk towards the game arena, keeping yourself a few meters back as everyone else discusses what the new game might be about.

Unfortunately, you soon realize he's also a fan of walking behind groups.

You keep your eyes forward as you walk side by side, trying not to get more nervous than you already are by telling yourself that this is just a coincidence, nothing else.

Not that his eyes on you help either way.

"Pretty..."

You hear it clear enough to make you do a double take before you feel yourself blush and act like he hadn't said a thing. But then you hear it again, more clear this time and together with your name.

"H-How do you know my name?" you hesitantly ask, trying not to panic at the possible reason why. Have you done something to be the target of the militants' cruelty? You hope not.

The man shrugs in response but his eyes stay on you. He doesn't look particularly threatening right now, but that means nothing in the Borderlands. You choose to move your eyes forward and keep walking, but then he speaks again, and you're not sure you heard it right.

"You're really pretty."

"Me?!"

The tone in your voice is unmistakably surprised, like what he said couldn't possibly apply to you. 'Pretty' was never a word you used when describing yourself, and hearing it from the mouth of a man as Last Boss made your cheeks heat up like a furnace.

"Yes," he nods, "you're really pretty." Then he hesitates before asking, "Why are you always alone?"

"Feel safer this way," you shrug, choosing to be honest while still processing his words. He really thinks you're pretty?

"I like being alone too."

You say nothing to that, surprised that the most silent of the militants keeps talking; is he trying to make small talk? With you, of all people? Today is being quite the day.

You walk together to the game arena, keeping yourself apart from the rest of the group as you take a phone and wait for the game to start.

A new type of anxiety starts brewing in the pit of your stomach; is this the night you die? You were able to stay alive until now, so you can only hope that it stays that way.

A light touch on your shoulder reminds you of the specter-like man still behind you, and you turn to look at him.

"You can stay with me if you want."

He says it like it's no big deal, like he was just offering you a piece of his sandwich. Like you accepting his offer won't actually save your life.

"I would like that," you give him a smile, surprised to see him smile back.

You can't help but think that, for a man that look and acts like him, he's actually surprisingly cute.

The familiar sound of the game starting echoes in the arena, and you instinctively get closer to him.

"Stay behind me," he says as you see him unsheathe his katana.

You really hope you both survive tonight.