I'm Gonna Say Something-

I'm gonna say something-

I propose......that the tmnt boys have a good adult future.

No dying/dead brothers or friends or dads.

No aliens taking over the planet and turning everything into either a wasteland or dustbowl.

No descendants of Shredder wanting to fuck shit up for them and ruining their lives.

No clan/alien/mutant wars.

Just a normal, happy adulthood and future. Doing mundane things like getting married or cooking a nice dinner or having a movie night with friends and family or hell even having a job or side hobby between ninja stuff. Ya know nice, soft things and not hmm I don't know UNRELENTING TRAUMA?????? THAT'D BE NICE YEAH????????????

Hey hon!

I have loved all the funny innuendos in your heatwave series and I was wondering if I could possibly request a Christmas version? You write it so well and I think it would be just hilarious! No worries if you aren’t interested. Just thought it would be cute! Hugs! 💚

Anything for you!

TMNT 12 Turtles x Reader - Cold front!

Summary: During a record low cold front, you find yourself being fought over for your warmth.

Warnings: mostly fluff, a few suggestive situations.

You shivered, pulling your jacket around your tighter, expelling a visible breath as you entered the lair. To your surprise, it was seemingly empty. Walking further into the living room, you called out to the boys, worried when you go no responses. Suddenly, a figure, cloaked in a fleece blanket popped up off the couch. "(Y/N), you're here!" Spinning around you found Mikey cuddled up on the sofa watching T.V. You giggled, coming around to sit with him. "Can I have your jacket?" he asked, crawling over to you and pleading.

"No, then I'll be cold." you replied with a guilty smile. He whined, plopping his head down onto your thigh to return his attention to the show he was consuming.

"Mmm..." he hummed softly. "So warm..." You laughed as he nuzzled your leg, latching onto it.

"I take it you're pretty cold if you think I'm warm."

"You are," he confirmed, snuggling closer to you, prompting your cheeks to dust a light pink. "My personal heater."

"Mikey..." you trailed off, feeling a bit suffocated.

Suddenly, you heard a voice grumbling down the hall, coming closer to the living room. "Damnit, Mikey! I told you to stay outta my room!" Raph's gruff voice complained. "Gimme back my extra blanket- oh, (Y/N), you're here."

"It would seem so," you snickered.

The irritated turtle sighed, finding that you were also using his blanket, deciding he didn't have the heart to take it away. Quickly, his mood changed, and he darted back to his bedroom, returning with an old comforter. With a smug grin, he came to sit on your left, throwing it over the two of you, before cozying up against you, without any warning or permission. "Raph," you stated. "What are you doing?"

"You're the warmest thing in this whole damn house, and I'm gonna get me some of that." You blushed shyly as the brothers began to argue over the fact that the older was only sharing his blanket with you. You couldn't be bothered to listen, you were too focused on how close they both were to you and the heat that was circulating beneath all the fabric of their covers.

As the argument seemed to draw to a close, you began to feel everything shift. Suddenly, you were pushed forward into a stand, and both turtles rearranged themselves on the couch. Before you could put two and two together, you were pulled down into Raph's lap, his arms snaking around your securely. Mikey filled the was of draping the comforter over the both of you, before layering the fleece throw on top. After every thing was said and done, he shimmied underneath the covers, snuggling into your doughy right side.

You sat frozen, enveloped in warm and presence. "Why...?" was the only response you could find as you peered up into Raph's lime eyes.

"Oh, Mikey wanted some of my blanket, but it's not big enough for all of us, so he said I could sit behind you and warm up that way, in exchange for most of the covers." he explained so matter of factly.

You were astonished to say the least. "Okay, but I wasn't his to barter with?" you scolded, only to be interrupted by the sound of the lab doors opening and shutting.

You watched as Donnie trudged out, looking as if he hadn't slept in years. "Temp's 'sposed to drop again tonight," he yawned groggily before glancing over at the huddle on the sofa. "Oh, good, (Y/N), you got my text." Just as the others had, he supplied his own blanket, a quilt with coffee stains. He sleepily walked over to the cushioned ottoman in the center of the room. "Feet up," he ordered as he pushed it flush against the couch where your legs had been. With that, he curled up on it, making himself comfortable as he rested his head in your lap, laying between your plush thighs.

You were unable to hold in your discomfort at this point. You were being used as a human heating pad and no body seemed to care. When Donnie had texted you and asked you to come over, you had not sighed up for this! "Is anybody going to explain to me what's going on!?" you squealed under the mountain of soft materials and scaly skin.

"We're cold," Mikey whined, nuzzling your side even more so.

"And you're warm," Raph added, squeezing your torso contently.

"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist." Donnie corrected, his words falling against the denim of your jeans. "When turtles get cold, they don't go into hibernation like other amphibians, but we do tend to get," he paused, as if on que to yawn before continuing. "Pretty sluggish, and once when find something warm, we conjugate around that." he finished elaborating, glancing up at your still puzzled face with annoyance. "You're our warm thing."

You couldn't stop the glow in your cheeks as you felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to keep the boys warm can comfortable. You notice Donnie shift in your lap to lay on his shell, hoisting his phone above his face as he texted.

"Thank God," a final exhausted voice called form the entrance to the dojo, accompanied with the sound of it slamming shut. Leo slinked over to the end of the couch, wordlessly collapsing on your left. His leg was thrown across you, his blanket wrapped around him as he latched onto you arm, already nearly asleep. You sighed, now that your dog pile was finally complete, and let your head fall against the front of Raph's shell, nuzzling him as you began to feel tired yourself.

This cold front was due to last several days, and there was no place you could think of that would be more cozy that right here with your favorite boys.

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Raphael Hamato meets his match: A literal child🧍🏾‍♂️

[2003 - Colorized]

THE WAY HE PUNCHED HIM LIKE 2 MORE TIMES AFTER THIS LMFAOOO PLS

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Hello, welcome! This is my journey as dyslexic learning (hopefully) multiple languages! English is my main language but I am semi-fluent in Spanish. First, I am going to brush up on my Spanish when learning German. Next, it will hopefully be French. Etc. Etc. Thank you for reading!